Professional (Will RP)

[ADudeFromCLE]

IWF Performance center, morning time.

Shae, Emma, Jayson and a few others are standing around talking as they wait for the rest of the new IWF recruits and trainees to arrive, as they mingle between themselves Jayson's ears perk up and he starts nodding his head to the rattling of the windows as someone outside has a LOUD bass system that is playing T.I.'s "Touchdown" feat. Eminem pumping as they pull in.

Shae: Big Willie must be here.

Emma: What clued you in? The fact that this building sounds like it's in an earthquake or the obesities’ I can hear coming from outside?

Jayson singing to himself Welcome to the Midwest, yes, where them Detroit playas ball Like you have no idea, the boy is here...

He trails off as he walks away while the two ladies just shake their head. A few moments later after the windows stop rattling the door swings open and in walks The Renegade himself, Will Fenell, in just a white tank top and shorts with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder he comes strutting in with his southern styled pimp walk.

Will: BIG WILL IN DA HOUSE! WHO READY TO DO SOME WORK!?

Shae gives Will a light grin and he winks back at her before his eye is distracted by something, no...Someone else. He locks on to Jayson and gives out almost a bark of

Will: HEY!

We can see one of the recruits in the background jump at the sound of a grown man yelling as if he was barking, Will storms towards Jayson while ripping his shirt off up over his head, it's a southern thing don't ask.

Will: So what? You think just because you get a fluke win over me you can go and play Mr. Steal your girl? HUH!?

Shae: WILL!

Shae goes to stop him, his face goes from anger to a smile, lifts her by under her armpits and moves her to the side then goes right back to pure anger and heads closer to Jayson, who looks fully prepared to get decked.

Will: Huh you little shit? YOU THINK YOU BETTER DA ME NOW? HUH IS THAT IT?

Will cocks his hand back as if he's about to punch Jayson, Shae and Emma both yell out NO! But he goes to swing anyways, only to stop short and then starts to ruffle Jayson’s hair.

Will: I'm just fuckin withcha homes. Good match last week you've improved a lot and it shows.

Jayson: Who is still visibly confused. Th...thanks?

Will tosses his arm around Jayson’s shoulders then puts him in a light headlock and gives him a nuggie on the top of his head.

Will: I love this kid he's such a dork it's hysterical. He whispers so only Jayson can hear him But fa’real, make a move on Shae and I'll remove your head from your shoulders. Will grins at him and let's him go. WHAT THE FUCK Y'ALL LOOKING AT? 100 PUSH UPS ALL OF YALL NOW!....NOW!!!!! He yells at all the trainees at the performance center as he goes to get his shirt and start his own workout.

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Will is finishing up his work out on the bench press, he lifts the bar one last time with a grunt as he places it back in the bench, he gives a "Thanks kid" to the trainee who was spotting him, he sits up grabbing a towel and stops as Emma Danielson is standing right in front of him waiting. Will, being eye level as he is as he sits on the bench blurts out without even thinking and sounding like Timmy from South Park.

Will: Titties!

We can hear Jayson across the gym parrot the saying with his own "TITTIES!" All the diamonds in the gym training turn and give him a look as if he was a leper.

Emma: Up here big boy.

Will grins and locks eye's with Emma.

Will: What can I do ya for darlin'.

Emma: Don't 'darlin' me boy, I've been meaning to ask you, what are your intentions with Shae?

Will: Well Mrs. O'Hara, first off, happy early mother’s day. Second off, it's not really ya bidness but seeing as yous the type to not let shit go...we are friends, dat be it.

Emma: Uh huh, then why is she going around telling people she's "seeing" you.

Will grins.

Will: Really?

Emma: Not looking amused Really.

Will stands and shrugs.

Will: Listen, I know I have a reputation for being a...

Emma: Steve Awesome level's of man whore? Yes, yes you do.

Will: Fair. BUT. Like I said, as of now, we just friends, who...spend a lot of time together true but, when we first started talking and gettin to know each other she stated she wanted to take shit slow, concentrate on her career and this title chase she's on so, even though dis shit is all new to me, I've been respectful of that.

Emma's face lights up a bit.

Emma: So if she was interested in more you wouldn’t be?

Will: Now hold up, I never done said dat now did I? Listen, come here.

He puts his arm over her shoulder and walks her off to a side hallway where no one else is listening.

Will: Look, this whole situation, this is all new to me. I don't date, I don't see people, that's not how I've lived my life but...listen closely, Shae and this whole thing between us, dis is all new to me, and to be honest, I kinda like it. So yeah, I aint trying to get in her pants right now BUT if ya asking me if she ever wants to take it to da next level then....yeah I think I'd be cool with that. Feel me?

Emma nods.

Emma: Fair enough, but be warned little man, if you hurt her in anyway shape or form, I will do the same to you, tenfold.

Will: Can't threaten me with a good time darlin', but...noted. He gets a big grin. So...She got dem vapors for me huh?

Emma: I…I don't know what that means.

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In the Midwest we okay

E'rybody know them southern boys love dat bass

Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana

Mississippi, Ten-a-keys, every mufuckin state, when we touch down

Go right from the plane to the Range

When we touchdown

On a private plane getting brains,

till we Touchdown

There ain't no way to keep em quiet

With T.I. and Shady baby, we bout to incite a riot

When we touchdown

Cincinnati Municipal Airport - Lunken Field

Cincinnati Municipal Airport - Lunken Field, private hanger, we see a Cessna Citation Longitude private jet taxing into the hanger and a black Range Rover parked to the side. A few min after the jet parks the side door opens and the stairs fold down, first out is Grandpa Kaos, wearing a his signature finely tailored 3 piece suit, shortly after he exits Will Fenell fallows out, Will is in a well cut suit himself, this time sans' the tie however as the shirt has its top buttons undone and his aviator sunglasses hanging from it, he slowly puts them on as the sun is bright. Grandpa Kaos heads towards the camera.

Grandpa Kaos: Well last week didn't go the way we planned did it IWF faithful? My client here The Atlanta Pitbull Will Fenell had his first ever singles match here in the IWF against a very game Jayson Mathews and boy was it a barn burner. But at the end of the day Jayson was able to get the win and Will fell short in his first campaign. But what happens when we fall down boy?

Will brushes his shoulders off.

Will: Ya get up, brush off, and continue forward.

Grandpa Kaos: Always forward, and that is what we will be doing, we will learn from this lose and grow from it because that is what champions do, and what you see in front of you is a future champion. And even though this week my client is being forced into a tag match that, he neither wanted, nor asked for, he will use this opportunity to raise his stock and get himself into a title picture, don't worry about that.

Now, I've told Will to stay off social media and the internet so he could focus on the match at hand but I've seen what some of you have had to say about this match, and everyone seems so angry about it, you got Malo in one corner who is mad he has to tag with someone who hates him just because of his blood, his partner Johnny Gilroy is mad his white privilege hasn’t gotten him the success he believes is due to him, and then in our own corner we have Sam Braxton who would rather break Will's back over watching it, but that's all good. See because this man right here.

He slaps Will on his puffed out chest.

Grandpa Kaos: This right here is a professional. Tell him who and where and he'll be there, be it against a great talent like Malo, or a fanboy who is pretending like Johnny, or even his own mama, you book Will he will be there, and he'll give anyone and everyone a grand tour of boom city.

Will steps in front of Grandpa Kaos and takes his glasses off handing them to Mr. Kaos.

Will: Malo, this is to you personally, mi amigo. What you see before you, is Will, the professional wrestler, a man who will take whatever fight they give him, go out to that ring, and put on the best show possible, a man who will fight tooth and nail to prove that he is what he says he is, the best GOD DAMN WRESTLER ALIVE TODAY. And to be honest, I'm excited to get into the ring with you Malo, amigo, you are a blast to watch, and a style that is so unorthodox that I have better have a great game plan or you will overcome whatever I throw at you. I love it Malo, I love the competition, and I'm a HUGE fan of your work.

To be honest, and don't tell...you know what tell him, fuck him, I was rooting for you in the CWI when you went up against my little brother Chris, I really was. And granted, you came up short in that tourney but man did you ever make a name for yourself and showcase what you can do, so I'm looking forward to facing off with you this week Malo, but two pieces of advice, one, make sure John boy don't get anywhere near your bags or your ID and passport WILL go missing and I’d hate ta see you have to deal with ICE, and two, once he gets in that ring, leave him to us, please. Me and Sam, we'll take care of that fuck boy ight? ight. Let the best man win partner.

And to my tag partner this week. An old rival, a man who I've gone to war with multiple times. Some would think I'm mad about this pairing but honestly, I aint. Why should I be? Sam and his partner, they beat us, they beat us fair and square, and they beat us so bad my lil bro tucked tail and ran. And now? Now one half of that team is my partner? Fine by me, iron sharpens iron and all that jazz right? So, differences aside you koala bear, I got ya back this week, and this week only. But

Do. Not. Piss. Me. Off. Or I will drop you on your head faster than you can say shrimp on the barby.

And as far as you go Johnny Gillmen.

Grandpa Kaos: James Gilmore.

Will: What?

Grandpa Kaos: He's going by James Gilmore.

Will turns to the camera and just blinks.

Will: That's a stupid name. Here, I got one better for ya, one all the fans can chant along with He turns to Granpa Kaos you ready?

Mr. Kaos nods.

Will: Ight here it goes....JOH-NNY FUCK-BOY!

Grandpa Kaos clap clap clapclapclaps.

JOH-NNY FUCK-BOY! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP JOH-NNY FUCK-BOY! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP JOH-NNY FUCK-BOY! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP

Will starts to take his jacket off and tosses it to the ground, Grandpa Kaos immediately goes to pick it up, that aint a cheap suit to be leaving on the runway.

Will: Johnny, James, whatever the FUCK your name is this week. I want you to take a good hard look also, see what I showed Malo was Will the professional, you....you aint going to get that boy.

He starts to unbutton his shirt, rips it out from being tucked into his pants and tosses it to the side, he then lifts his white tank top under shirt up over his head.

Will: See what you going to get fuck boy, is da Pitbull Will Fennel. The rabid, angry, HUNGRY Pitbull.

He undoes his belt as he kicks his shoes off, Grandpa Kaos gathering up all the clothing as he discards is, Will strips down to just his boxers briefs.

Will: TAKE A GOOD LOOK BOY BECAUSE THIS IS THE MAN WHO IS GOING TO DROP YOU ON YOUR HEAD 11 TIMES

Grandpa Kaos: That's an awfully exact number...

Will: JIMMY BOY WANTED ME TO SEND YA A MESSAGE JOHNNY FUCK BOY, HE WANTS YOU TO LEARN A LESSON THE HARD WAY, SEE ME, I DON'T GIVE A GOOD GOD DAMN ABOUT YOUR POLITICS, YOUR RACIAL BIAS, OR ANY OF THAT SHIT, TO ME YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER HATEFUL INBREED REDNECK TEXAN WHO HAS NOTHING BUT HATE IN HIS HEART FOR ANYTHING THAT DOESN'T LOOK, SMELL OR SOUND LIKE YOU, WHERE ME, IM A MIXED BREED BITCH, I DON'T SEE COLOR, I DON'T VIEW SOMEONE ELSE'S RACE AS NEGATIVE, I FEAR NO MAN OR WOMAN ALIVE who aint my mama WE ARE ALL FUCKING HUMAN AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED BUT YOU? BOY...ALL THE HATE YOU SPEW, ALL THE SHIT YOU'VE TALKED, YOU GOING TO GET IT BACK, TENFOLD! JIMMY BOY HE CAME UP TO ME THE OTHER DAY AND HE SAID "WILL" AND I SAID "WHAT!?" HE SAID "DO ME A FAVOR!" "I SAID, IGHT!" HE SAID "DROP THAT DUMB LYING ASS FUCK JOHNNY FUCK BOY ON HIS HEAD 11 TIMES FOR ME WILL YA" "11?” I SAID, “WHY NOT A FULL DOZEN?" HE SAID "11 TIMES WILL, ONE FOR EACH AND EVERY TAX RAISE SATAN...SORRY, REAGAN, PASSED!" I SAID "I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT BUT OK!" AND THAT JOHNNY FUCK BOY, IS WHY WHEN YOU HEAR ME YELL "TAX RAISE!" YOU'LL KNOW, YOU'LL DAMN WELL KNOW THAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO LEAVE THE TRAIN STATION FOR A ONE WAY TICKET TO BOOM CITY BIATCH! 11 STOPS, NON STOP, AND AFTER IM DONE DROPPING YOU ON YOUR HEAD SO MANY TIMES YOUR LAZY EYE MIGHT START WORKING AGAIN, THEN AND ONLY THEN, WILL I SLAP ON THE DIRTY SOUTH LOCK AND END YOUR SORRY ASS, JUST HOPE I DON'T SNAP YOUR NECK IN THE PROCESS, BECAUSE BOY, YOU FITTIN TO GET HURT

He walks up to the camera, 2 sweets it before getting all of his face into the shot.

Whatcha know about DAT!

He grins, then starts up the chant again as he walks towards the Range Rovera.

JOH-NNY FUCK-BOY! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP 

JOH-NNY FUCK-BOY! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP 

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JOH-NNY FUCK-BOY! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP

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JOH-NNY FUCK-BOY! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP