A1,S1 RP: {{ And So, It Begins... }}

[[★] Jason Krow [★]]

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PROLOGUE
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Well, here I am, without a shadow of a lie. Just like I said I would be, I’m here at Pro Wrestling NOVELLA, on the eve of Act One, Scene One, during which the Super 8 Cup Invitational Tournament will take off with four first-round matches. And it seems the first person I’ve been given to deal with in my tenure here in NOVELLA is none other than Antonio Wolfe.

You know, winning the NOVELLA World Heavyweight Championship presents a rather interesting opportunity for me. See, over the last couple of years, I’ve garnered eight world championships between the Extreme Championship Federation and World Wrestling Headquarters – two in the first, and six in the second. And in the course of doing so, while professionally, I’ve gained respect from my fellow competitors, it hasn’t gotten me a whole lot of respect from the people in the stands. Frankly, within World Wrestling Headquarters – considering ECF went bankrupt, that’s the only one left – I should be a god. I should be worshipped like a living deity. But instead, I’m doubted and I’m vilified by the “mainstream” fans, simply because I don’t fit their motif of a “marketable superstar”. Sad, really.

So I’m looking forward to my time in Pro Wrestling NOVELLA, because in my experience, the fans on the independent circuit actually tend to be a little more…what’s the word…”respectful”. “Appreciative”. “Human”, perhaps. Not like all those selfish, bloodthirsty marks in the crowd who have nothing better to do with their time other than jack off to Internet porn and bitch on their message boards about how I “suck”, no matter how much I’ve done and how many of their heroes I’ve crushed under my feet. So NOVELLA presents a chance for me to enter a promotion I’ve never wrestled for, and actually be able to gain some respect – respect that I truly and fully DESERVE.

And it all starts with Antonio Wolfe. The man – excuse me, the BOY, the GUY – who’s also pining the World Heavyweight Championship. The guy who I’m gonna face for the chance to move one step closer to that belt at Act One, Scene One, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, at Pro Wrestling NOVELLA’s inaugural show.

Frankly, Antonio Wolfe, I don’t know you. I don’t know anything about you. I have no personal reason to hate you, nor do I have any personal beef with you. But I DO have a professional problem with you…and that’s the fact that you’re standing in between myself and the NOVELLA World Heavyweight Championship.

Antonio, you may THINK you deserve to be the World Heavyweight Champion. The people out in the stands may think you deserve to be the World Heavyweight Champions as well. I’d hate to burst your bubble, but I, and history, DON’T think the same. ‘Cause if my memory serves me correctly, the last time I went one-on-one with a guy who hails from California – a guy named Dominick Starr out of San Jose, not too far from L.A., where you’re living now – and the circumstances of said match just happened to revolve around a world title, I beat the poor fuck so damn badly that he ended up retiring. What makes you think I won’t do the same to you, just because I don’t have any personal heat with you like I had with him, huh?

But that’s not even the biggest reason you don’t deserve to be the World Heavyweight Champion. More importantly than the fact that I’ve already beaten guys WAY more talented than you one-on-one, is that you haven’t proven ANYTHING to me. It’s real easy to come into a ring with a pretty face and eight-pack abs, and get people to give you a cheap pop because you do a few neat wrestling moves. It’s the easiest damn thing in the world. But to do what I’ve done EIGHT – count ‘em, EIGHT – different times over the last two years – to be a world champion, to be a real main-event competitor in this business – takes a hell of a lot more than good looks and cheap pops, sunshine. It takes a hell of a lot more than what you have, now or ever. Face it, Antonio Wolfe – you’re a joke. Your persona is a joke, your whole career is a joke, and everything about you is a joke, but none of it’s got a punch line it back itself up.

Of course, you ARE in line to hold the NOVELLA World Heavyweight Championship right now. And do pay attention to that phrase – “right now”. Time is the fourth dimension, Antonio, you keep that in mind, but I digress. You qualifying for this tournament for the NOVELLA World Heavyweight Championship makes you pretty special, doesn’t it? At least, you and a few marks in the crowd like to think so? Being “special” BECAUSE you qualify for the belt doesn’t make you WORTHY of holding it in the first place. NEVER get those two things confused, Antonio Wolfe. Looks and a great body alone can’t make you a great champion in this day and age, kid – maybe 25 years ago in the NWA, it could’ve. But then again, 25 years ago, I’m pretty sure you weren’t even alive, and even if you were, you wouldn’t be able to hold an NWA World Heavyweight Champion’s jockstrap, let alone the belt itself. Ric Flair, Harley Race, and Carlos Colón, you are NOT. But maybe, just maybe, I AM.

Case-and-point, when it comes time to show the world which one of us is the better man, and thus who deserves to move on to the semi-finals of the Super 8 Cup, you’d better bring your lunch, boy. All will be clarified n due time, but I’ll just tell you right now that you’re dealing with a brand-new Jason Krow. No “revolutions” to distract me, no incompetent stablemates to hold me back, and no chance in hell that I’ll lose to a green-as-grass punk like you.

See you in The Arena, boy. You ain’t seen NOTHING yet.

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Scene 1 » Awkward Timing, Mr. Davis…
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*The scene opens up in the locker room area of the arena in which Pro Wrestling NOVELLA’s premiere event, Act One, Scene One, is taking place here tonight, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. A nice change of pace seems to be in motion, as tonight, we have Jordan Davis working interviews tonight. Jordan is currently standing outside of a door labeled “Jason Krow”, marking this as the private dressing and shower room of the Sinister Supernova. Jordan is standing outside the door, microphone in hand, a little smirk playing into his features showing that he’s happy to be a part of the show.*

Jordan Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Old ECW Arena, where tonight, Pro Wrestling NOVELLA takes off, with its Act One, Scene One event, and starting tonight, we begin an eight-man tournament to determine our first World Heavyweight Champion! This is Jordan Davis standing by here, tryin’ to see if I can get a word with “The Sinister Supernova” Jason Krow. Jason, you in there?

*Jordan knocks on the door a few times before opening the door – only to apparently see something he probably shouldn’t have seen, closing the door and quickly looking away.*

Jordan Davis: Oh, jeez, I – I’m sorry, Jason, I just needed to get a word with you about your match tonight –

*After a few seconds, the door swings open, revealing the Sinister Supernova himself, Jason Krow, his hair damp against his head as he’s literally wearing nothing but a large white towel wrapped snugly around his waist. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what Jordan accidentally saw with that obviously unwelcomed barging-in. The scowl on Jason’s face tells the story that he’s not happy at all to see Davis at his door.*

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”Whoa, whoa, whoa…have I not knocked guys like you on your ass enough times, Jordan? What would possibly motivate you to disturb me when I’m trying to wash up before a match? Seriously? Are the rumors true, Jordan? Are you a big fan of the throat yogurt or what?”

Jordan Davis: I’m sorry, Jason, but I just needed to get a few words with you before you go out there and compete tonight against Antonio Wolfe…I’m sorry, this is what they pay me to do.

*With those rather questionable words, at least in Jason’s mind, the man with the black-and-red hair cocks an eyebrow up, slightly confused at Jordan’s choice of words as it pertains to this particular situation.*

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”This is what they pay you to do? …Interesting…alright, make with the questions, and make it snappy, Jordan.”

Jordan Davis: Jason…tonight, Antonio Wolfe, first round of the Super 8 Cup Invitational here in the former ECW Arena, just wanna know. Can you do it?

*Jason actually has to close his eyes and take a deep breath to keep himself from slapping the stupidity off of Jordan’s face following that question. Of course, he shouldn’t be surprised that this journalism amateur would ask if Jason can “do it”. No one’s believed in him since day one, why would they believe in him now? It’s so much easier to hate everyone that’s better than you and that obtains great success, instead of just being happy for them that they’re so successful.*

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
“…First of all, Jordan, you need to remember one thing if you wanna keep this job. I’m Jason motherfuckin’ Krow, and therefore, I HAVE no “peers”. And if you ever insult my skills by insinuating that anyone on this roster is equal to me ever again, I’ll make sure you go back to working whatever Hot Topic outlet you were working for before NOVELLA officials saw you and said you’d be a good interviewer, got it?”

*Jordan’s jaw actually drops in shock of Jason’s insinuation that he had a less-than-reputable prior career choice. Of course, Jason doesn’t really care – or maybe he does, just to the extent that he hopes he’s gotten under Jordan’s skin, to make him feel as pathetic and crappy as all the fans that have vilified Jason lately have tried to make him feel. The key word is “try”, though – as if Jason Krow, of all people, would be truly emotionally upset by the marks of the wrestling world. Psht, how silly of you to think that.*

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
“What kind of question was that a moment ago, though, really? “Can I do it”? That’s typical, Jordan, I’m not surprised you’d ask if I “can do it”. After all this time, after EIGHT LONG YEARS in this business, there’s still doubt. There’s still uncertainty. And, see, that’s where most people fail – when that seed of doubt is planted in somebody’s mind, they’re never quite as sure of themselves as they might’ve been before, and it gets to them. As a wise man once said, doubt fucks everything. Take a foundation, no matter how strong, sprinkle generously with doubt, and watch it crumble. But not me, Rachel. Me? I'm un-fuck-withable. Not my bad neck, not bad weather, not “bad omens”, not that fat kid who woke me up from a sound sleep on my flight to Philly this afternoon, and certainly not the many men that wish bad intentions on me, can stop me from getting what I want. And what I want is exactly what you and the rest of the world doubt that I’ll get – the NOVELLA World Heavyweight Championship.”

*Smug though he may be, he does bring up a good point. Doubt is a killer of many things – confidence, momentum, luck, and so many other things can be worn away with just the slightest bit of conceivable doubt placed into someone’s mind. But in the state of mind that Jason’s allowed himself to be in as of late, he’s not about to let anyone else’s doubt become his own doubt. No way in hell. He’s going to win the NOVELLA World Heavyweight Championship, and embarrass Antonio Wolfe so badly that that bleach-blonde peroxide Barbie Doll he’s running around with will actually get a brain in her head and realize what a pathetic loser Antonio is, and promptly dump his scrub ass. Either that, or the poor girl will feel so bad for him that she’ll take him back to her motel room and give him a round of pity sex. Either outcome, Antonio’s not leaving with any advancement toward a belt, that’s for sure. Not as long as Jason has any say in it, anyway.*

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
“And you know my biggest problem, Jordan? It’s not even that I’m not the World Heavyweight Champion. It’s the fact that I’m not the World Heavyweight Champion, AND the fact that said belt is being competed for by a guy like Antonio Wolfe. The kind of guy that always gets everything through sheer dumb luck. The kind of guy who just happens to be in the right place, at the right time, EVERY time. Frankly, I’m sick of having to prove myself, over and over and over again, by facing never-gonna-be hacks like Antonio Wolfe – ”

Jordan Davis: Oh, so now, you’re the high and mighty Jason Krow? You’re just ABOVE all of us, is that what you’re saying?

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”Well, what if I AM saying that, Jordan? What’re you and your poorly-done tattoos gonna do about it?”

Jordan Davis: Excuse me? You’re getting on me about my tattoos?

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”Oh yeah, that’s right, I went there.”

Jordan Davis: …Well, your BANGS are crooked!

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”Ok, seriously, Davis – you’re over there looking like Zacky Vengeance, and YOU’RE making fun of MY hair? Pot calling the kettle black, much?”

Jordan Davis: Honestly, I could go a lot further with that, but I’m the bigger man between the two of us, and I have more integrity than that, so I’m not goin’ there.

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”Tch, how nice – very “professional” of you, Jordan.”

Jordan Davis: Well, Jason, ONE of us has to be a professional in this interview.

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”Yeah, well, last I checked, Jordan, “professionals” in the realm of journalism don’t go stalking people in their private shower rooms. Don’t know if you got that memo, but whatever. Just keep your lips shut, keep your ears open, and hold the mic, got it?”

*Well, if you didn’t feel the need to shower right before your match began, when interviewers usually look to get last-minute thoughts from the competitors, this sort of thing probably wouldn’t happen, Jason. Then again, leave it to the Sinister Supernova to try and undermine an experienced journalism veteran of this business like Jordan Davis. Not even waiting for a response from Jordan, Jason turns his cold, ice-blue eyes towards the camera, deciding now to address Antonio Wolfe directly.*

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”Antonio Wolfe – you know what? I’m so sick and goddamn tired of hearing about this Antonio Wolfe guy down in the dark matches. Antonio Wolfe this, Antonio Wolfe that, Antonio Wolfe’s an up and coming rising star, Antonio Wolfe’s the next big thing, blah blah blah blah blah. You really think you’re something, Antonio? Huh? You think you’re special? Newsflash – I’ve been special since I first stepped foot in a goddamn ring, boy. And day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, I continue to prove, again and again and again, that I am EXACTLY what I say I am, and that is the very BEST professional wrestler in the world.”

*Well, frankly, as an eight-time world champion, a Triple Crown winner, a Grand Slam Champion, and an inductee into the WWH Hall of Heroes Class of 2008, it’s hard to argue with that. And it’s not as if Jason’s ever truly stayed down even when someone’s tried to put him down. Whether that’s persistence, whether that’s him being stubborn, or whether it’s simply because he can survive anything, just like the cockroach most people think of him as, can be left up to interpretation. Personally, we think it’s a little bit of all three. You survive a broken back and a broken neck after you get thrown off the roof of a cage, and then you come back from that injury, and keep wrestling when the doctors tell you that you shouldn’t even attempt to do so due to the damage on your body…when you can do that, no matter what, that garners respect from the wrestling community.*

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”Really, Antonio “Flavor of the Month” Wolfe, you think you can step up and be the guy that knocks off Jason Krow? For real? You think you can even COMPARE to me? You know what, I know a lot of the marks are into anime and manga, so I’m gonna put this in a language that even they can relate to and understand. Nice little analogy for you, Antonio – you’re Yajirobe, and I’m Super Sayain 4 Vegeta, and I swear to you as I’m standing here right now, if you stand in my way, Antonio Wolfe, I will NOT hesitate to Final Flash your punk ass off the face of the earth, do you understand me?? THAT’s the difference between you and me, Antonio Wolfe.”

*All the smiles and the funny-funny ha-ha have disappeared from Jason’s face, despite the fact that he did, in fact, just slip a DragonBall GT reference into that last little bit. For those of you who don’t know much about that particular anime, in a basic sense, Vegeta has always been considered the second most powerful character in the entire series, second only to the main protagonist, Goku. Yajirobe, on the other hand, is a fat, lazy sword-weilding character whose only skill seems to be swinging a katana around. Ironically, it was actually Yajirobe that cut off Vegeta’s tail to force the latter to revert back from his Saiyan Ape form at one point, but believe us. Jason would never let such an ironic travesty befall him at the hands of a guy who calls himself “Antonio Wolfe” with a straight face.*

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”Antonio, I’m sorry to tell you, but, much unlike so many other times in your career, I’m afraid you’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time – the wrong time being tonight, and the wrong place being within the same HEMISPHERE as me. After tonight, you’re gonna pray to whatever God it is that you believe in, with all your might, that you NEVER get into the upper echelon of Pro Wrestling NOVELLA once the Super 8 is said and done, simply because you want to avoid another confrontation with me. Because when I get my hands on you tonight, and rip you apart piece by piece – and believe me, it’s a formality to say it, because I WILL – you’ll end up just like guys like Ash DuBois, just like Jared Smith, just like Chris Montana, just like Frank Washington, and just like all the rest of the Super 8 entrants are gonna end up. Beaten, battered, bloody, and broken, laying by the wayside in a pile of rubble in my path of destruction!”

*Hell, they don’t call him the Career Killer for nothing. Ok, technically he called himself that first, but it’s caught on. And not for no good reason, either.*

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”All I can suggest to you now, Antonio Wolfe, is start praying, start hoping, start panicking, and take out a huge premium on your life insurance. Because there will be NO mercy, NO hesitation, NO regret, and NO remorse, and you, Antonio Wolfe…you, just like so many others have already, will find out exactly WHY I am the Best Wrestler in the World. NOT Bryan Danielson…ME. And this match, just like the Super 8 Tournament as a whole…it’ll just solidify it, once and for all.”

*With that, Jason turns those eyes towards Jordan again, once again a look of disgust and annoyance overcoming those facial features as he looks upon the two-decade veteran of the journalism side of this business.*

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”Alright, we’re done here, Jordan. Go on, shoo, scram, get outta here…pervert.”

*Before he gets any kind of reply from Jordan, Jason simply shuts the door to his dressing room, presumably getting ready for his match. However, just before Jordan Davis goes to leave, the door opens once again, with Jason sticking his head out once more, perhaps to get one last comment in.*

[S] ★ Jason Krow ★ [S]
”Oh, and one more thing, Jordan…to the fat kid who woke me up on his flight this morning, if I see you in the crowd tonight, I swear to God I’m gonna clothesline your guts and headbutt your teeth through your skull, you pig.”

*With that, the door shuts once again, and no doubt, if that kid is in the audience, his mother is probably feeding him a huge soft pretzel with mustard to soothe his fears while looking for a way to hide him among the masses from Jason’s sight. Nonetheless, don’t take the anime references, the banter with Jordan Davis, the threats to overweight children, or the list of accomplishments fool you into thinking that Jason Krow is arrogant just for arrogance’s sake. So, he’s cocky, he’s arrogant, he’s self-righteous, maybe even a little delusional, but so what? He has very good reason to have an ego, and believe us, Antonio Wolfe is going to get a first-hand demonstration of that here tonight, in what may very well be the toughest challenge of the latter’s career. Hell, if Jason has his way, it’ll be the last challenge of Antonio Wolfe’s career, too. The scene fades to black…*

~FIN~