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[Vendetta 1] Kenny Davis Vs JS Wrestler

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You Can beginning roleplaying for this match now.

And when I remember Jordon Snow wrestler I'll change the title.

-Trevor
 

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“They call themselves fighters?” KD snickered under his breath, Streets was nothing more than another tally on his record. It had become noticeable that the hWo had no real fighters, just a bunch of jacked up monkies on steroids, but it didn’t bother him because in his life everyone had always been bigger, or stronger then Kenny but still yet KD overcame each battle.

A yellow taxicab strolled into one of the many hotel parking lots located a few blocks away from the hWo arena and KD opened the door where one street light glared upon him. In his hand, Kenny held his gym bag filled with his fighting attire and in his pocket was a couple hundred dollars that Echo handed him after the fight. The staff and wrestlers found it awkward as to why Mr. Echo would hand over two one hundred dollar bills to a piece of trash like Kenny Davis, but the other wrestler’s were merely focused on fame, fortune, or captivating the most prestige item in the Hardcore Wrestling Organization, the Vendetta Championship.

But not KD, he could careless about the fame, fortune, or the Vendetta Championship. There was only one thing keeping him in this business and it was the money. As a child, Kenny grew up wearing the same clothes, the same pair of underwear, and the same pair of dirty socks day by day. There was no money in his pockets for him to go out a bye food or clothes, but the days were changing.

As Kenny approached room 123, he reached into his pocket, and retrieved a key. He inserted it, turned it, and pushed the door open. The room was small, dirty, and disgusting but he had seen worse. KD laid down his bag at the foot of the bed and sat down with his elbows on his knees and his head at the ground where he spotted a cockroach.

“**** never changes.” He muttered to himself as the heel of his boot came down hard on the cockroach, squashing it.

Kenny rolled his eyes and fell backwards. He was tired after his fight with Streets and now, he sought upon rest. Just as his eyelids closed shut and his mind began to fade away from reality, the door to his hotel room opened. Kenny quickly jumped up in reaction and stood in his fighting stance.

But once he seen her face, he quickly lowered his fist, and an awe look covered his scarred face.

“Mariah, is that you.”

It was a woman who stood in the doorway, but a glare ceased Kenny from revealing face. In his mind, it was she, and he felt something he lost many years ago.

Love.

But then, something strange began to occur. The voice of another man came into play and as his eyes slowly opened, a man hovered over him. Kenny quickly wrapped his hand around his throat, choking the life out of him.

“You…who the ****s are you?” he shouted as if his insides were crumbling.

The man could barely speak, but he spoke out in order to spare his own life, “Dean Martin, a messenger from Mr. Echo.” KD let loose and leaned over the bed with his elbows at his knees once again.

He let out a sigh, “What is it then?”

Dean coughed and held his throat, catching his breath before he could speak once more, “Mr. Echo wants you to start the night off next week.”

“He knows the deal, I want my money first, before any match, from here on out. If he doesn’t like it, then he can kiss my ass.”

Dean reached into his pocket retrieving several hundred dollars and tossed it on the bed, “He said you’d say that, there take it.”

Kenny counted out the money and was satisfied.

“You’re job is done here, so get the **** out, will ya?”

Dean walked towards the door, but stopped and turned around.

“Do you know who you’re going up against, his a veteran. He’s good Kenny.”

KD snarled, picked up the small lamp sitting on the nightstand beside the bed, and threw it across the room in attempt of hitting Dean Martin but instead, it crashed against the wall, and Dean quickly evaded KD’s presence slamming the door shut behind him.

“Who gives a ****?”
 

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