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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Apr 12, 2021 21:03:52 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Presents Riot Tuesday, April 20, 2021 PWS Arena New York, NY
Krash vs. Richard Rider
RPs Due Sunday 4/18/21 by 11:59pm EST 300 Minimum, 5000 maximum
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Post by Krash on Apr 16, 2021 22:47:22 GMT -5
“...I Don’t Wanna Be An Asshole Anymore...:” (We see a leaky attic with a makeshift bedroll on the floor where we see a tossing and turning Krash in just a pair of shorts.)
“Krash, indeed.”
(We see him jolt awake...but is he? Because he darts up onto his elbows looking through the darkness breathing heavily. He catches his breath and runs his hand over his face.)
“I’ve never seen someone flame out with such...fizzle.”
Krash: Who th’fuck is there?
(Sitting in the open sun light, he sees a dark figure swishing its tail before it drops down and steps into the moonlight taking the visage...of Callie Renton. Krash looks absolutely confused.)
“Callie Renton”: Aww what’s wrong, pussycat? Can’t figure it out?
(Krash suddenly takes a deep breath and closes his eyes flatly stating.)
Krash: Muse. I’d wondered where you’d wandered off to.
Muse: Oh it looks like you’ve been getting along fine without me! Tell me...who’s THIS pretty little strumpet?
Krash: She’s...she’s no one.
Muse: REALLY now? You can lie to your heart all you want but your HEAD? I looked inside you, boy...and this was the face screaming out at me so who you tryin’ to kid, kid?
Krash: ...what the fuck do you want, exactly?
Muse: I WANT YOU TO WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!
Krash: What do you mean!? I”m doing the best I ca-
Muse: No no no SHUT up! Because if “the best you can” is you taking losses and…*HELPING* that so called “brother” of yours then I don’t want to hear it! I’ll find the three fates, pull your cord, and cut the thread myself!!!
Krash: ...so do it.
Muse: Do not tempt fate, boy.
Krash: Your fate can suck my left one. I didn’t help Mack for him, I…
Muse: Uh huh...as I suspected. There’s a REASON I look like this right now.
Krash: Look whatever THAT is...is none of your fuckin’ business. Now. You’re the one that stepped out...YOU’RE the one that’s supposed to keep my head in the game. So if you’re quite done with YOUR sightseeing…
Muse: ...clever tongue, boy. Alright. I just needed to test you to make sure you’re the same beast I left behind.
Krash: Follow me to Richard Rider and find out. Now...if you don’t mind?
(There’s a whirlwind of cloud in the room as Krash watches it fly out the open skylight before we see Krash jolt awake in a cold sweat. He rolls over onto his side and checks his phone for the time...it’s 3 am. He collapses back onto his bedroll.)
Krash: ...maybe Mack has a point actually sleeping in a bed.
(We see Krash try to drift off back to sleep as this particular scene exits with us zooming out on a familiar looking rat that we thought had perished but who was perched by just watching over Krash while he slept.)
-The Death Of Dick Rider-
*PEW!!!*
(We open to a rock quarry where we see a burning car in the background and a bunch of “vagrant punks” standing around fires in barrels drinking as music pumps in the background. There are skaters using the mounds of gravel as gnarly makeshift ramps. A man with a towering mohawk shoots at the burning car with a .44 Magnum as everyone cheers with every hit. The camera pans towards the skaters and up towards a mound where a gaggle of “freaks” are sitting when all of a sudden they part like the red sea and we see the young, half-painted features of Krash stand and pull his hood off his head. The skaters stop...the music silences...everyone’s attention is on the analytical outcast. They’re hanging...on every...word.)
Krash: ...OH YOU SWEET, SWEET OUTCASTS OF VALHALLA!!!
(Everyone roars with approval, mohawk fires around in the air. You get the feeling the cops have definitely been called and as long as no one is getting hurt they...DEFINITELY don’t care.)
Krash: I apologize...my friends...I’ve misrepresented you! But I can’t sit here and pretend to you all...that I ever had any illusions of going undefeated my entire career. And there’s CERTAINLY no shame in losing to the new World Champion but I wasn’t...ready. And I ran. That’s what we DO, right!?
(There’s a murmuring in the crowd…)
Krash: Runaways...that’s our calling card! But see I don’t...think...I’m gonna be okay with that this time. I don’t think I’m gonna run this time. I don’t THINK...I’m going to be BULLIED...THIS TIME!!! Now…
(Krash slides down the gravel mound with his arms outward almost like he’s floating as he turns looking at the circle of discarded humanity around him.)
Krash: ...what do any of us...big boys...do when pretty girls are watching? That’s right, we show off and maybe that’s what I did and I DID it just a LITTLE...too...much. But it’s hard not to show off when you know what I know that I know. I haven’t...SEEN her since we made the escape but...I can’t leave it like that. And SO...lucky for YOUR Aquanet-coated ass Dick Rider, this ass-whipping is SPONSORED! Because I have to SHOW her. I have to SHOW her I’m not a loser. I have to SHOW her I’m not a bad guy. I have to SHOW her...FUCK, I don’t know!!!
...that I’m ready to FIGHT for something for once!!!
(Krash thrust kicks a barrel of fire sending it rolling towards some now scattering freaks as they all look at him like their hearts are bleeding for him. Who are these people? How did he arrive SO FAST and amass SUCH a collective?)
Krash: One thing...is for certain. Now that I have a REASON to fight again? Now that I have a reason...not to just get punched in the face, ‘cause I REALLY like getting punched in the face...it makes me FEEL...ALIVE. But THIS TIME...THIS TIME...I start to punch BACK again. THIS time, I show my teeth! THIS TIME...I EVISCERATE DICK RIDER...AND WRITE A LOVE LETTER IN HIS BLOOD. BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW...HOW ELSE TO HANDLE...MY EMOTIONS!!! LET’S GO!!!
(Krash pumps his arm and the punks all erupt as they run to their almost Mad Max reminiscent busted down vehicles and roar off towards the arena...Krash standing in the back of a lifted off-road jeep with the muffler missing as it roars louder than any up the path.)
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