Crash Rodriguez

  • A Knock Before The Rock

    Nine. Nine. Nine. I’m coming. He’s coming. It can’t be a coincidence. The ninth Rumble at the Rock. On November 9th. 2019.   “Can we shut the fuck up about the number 9 already? Let’s just be happy that Mr. Woodson gave us a fresh body to fracture.”  ...
  • Replacement

    Replacement. I am the replacement. I haven’t a clue as to why I’m replacing O’Dell, nor what’s keeping him from participating in this match. Everything was so last minute, I barely have enough time to get to the arena before the show goes live. Thankfully they got a hold...
  • Inside the 9th Street Asylum

    August 30th, 2019 The first Chaos of this era has just gone off the air. Crash Rodriguez is limping slowly through the corridors heading towards the locker room to grab his things. As he rounds a corner he hears footsteps drawing closer and closer. The thought fills his head...
  • 9 is God

    August 27th, 2019 Crash Rodriguez sits at a wooden desk. Littered across the piece of furniture are carvings of the number 9. Crumpled papers are tossed all around, with the number hastily scribbled about the pages. The young man begins to speak   Crash Rodriguez: “Nine. Nine. There’s a...
  • The Sins of the Father

    We open on the young HOW rookie, Crash Rodriguez, as he’s sitting atop of his familiar shed. His nose stuck in a book, as the scene begins to focus, the book is spotted to be his mother’s bible. His eyes darting about the pages that he flips between seemingly...
  • We Are People

    Inside a small studio apartment, we see a coffee table with a crack engulfing the glass top. Next to the table, laying on the couch is the HOW rookie, Crash Rodriguez. He’s half-asleep, trying to will himself to return to his dream state. Desperately trying to return to sleep,...
  • The Second Step

    We open on the HOW Rookie as he walks down a winding gravel path. He approaches a small dilapidated shed, his shed where he keeps his few cared-for possessions. As he begins to fiddle with the lock his breathing begins to pick up. The door is unlocked and it...
  • What a Gift

    Date, Time and Location: Unknown The scene opens into a dark and grungy room, as a pitter patter of water leaks from the ceiling above. You hear the audible drip in an almost too perfect rhythm. Drip… Drip… Drip. The room is enough to have the hairs on your...
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