Hi...I'm back everyone.
I'm so sorry I haven't been updating this story as life got in the way and I have new responsibilities now. I'm finally a working woman at a university and planning on writing my own published novels too. I can't believe this story is 10 years old since I wrote it since I was 14 and look at me now.
Sorry to keep all of you waiting and don't worry, I will be writing more here too along with the cute one shots.
Thank you all for waiting for me
Waylon Jones was nervous yet excited to be entering his first real match against an opponent. Unlike most of the wrestling shows he has seen, he doesn't have to hid his skin that was already as hard as crocodile scales.
In fact, he has met weirder wrestlers in this ring!
He decided to go by the name most people gave him, Killer Croc. There was no explanation onto why but it gave him a great sense of power instead of fear when he entered the ring. He hoped Kayla was watching him in the crowd or in the comforts of her home on the television.
The crocodile man was lucky to seek out a personal trainer who has been in wrestling, boxing and Muay Thai tournaments who was willing to help him with his training. Plus, he was actually surprised to know that the trainer did not even glance at the fact that his skin was like a crocodile's.
The trainer's main concern was getting him into shape and to be prepared for the first match.
"Excited about this, Jones?" his trainer came in to check on him. It still amazed the crocodile man on how a small man like him could train him very well after a few months. From his arms, legs to even developing muscles at his torso.
"Yeah, I am," he nods his head. He lets out a deep growl before gulping down a huge container filled with water. He was not going to let anyone wrestle this reptile!
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"Today we are in for a real treat!" the announcer's voice boomed away on the microphone he was holding. "Today we have someone new entering the ring and my god, isn't he something out of a horror movie! But his reputation is slowly climbing up the ladders..."
The crowd was ecstatic and some were cheering because it's been so long since they had someone new into this wrestling match. Their cheers slowly died down as they heard the ground vibrating from every step this contestant was taking. Everyone gasped when they caught their first glimpse at him.
He was a hulking crocodile on two legs!
Their expressions were a mixture of fear and awe since most of the crowd have never seen anything like him before.
"Ladies and gentleman! Put your hands together for the death-roll demon, the crunching cryptic, the one and only...KILLER CROC!"
Waylon expected the silence before he let out his own roar to show off his figure. Unlike some people who took steroids to buff their muscles, Waylon has been working out and having a carnivore diet to gain the muscles that he wanted.
Only thing missing was a tail, then he'll be a real crocodile.
The crowd was cheering. But not for him!
Oh no, it was for the opponent he was going to face: Thunderhoof.
He was most known in the ring for his dives and how with a single foot, he could really force his opponents to surrender. All the crocodile man could do now was show off his teeth to show that he is not intimidated.
"Heh, I like ya, Croc," Thunderhoof grinned. "First day in the real match and not afraid. Don't cry if I want your scales for a new belt!"
Waylon said nothing. All talk and no shock from this guy. He'd rather let his skills show rather than his own words. When the fight began, all Waylon could do was grab onto the guy's arms, applying pressure to the point he could feel the veins about to pop.
But he has to restrict himself from doing so.
Wrestling has become something he was passionate about. All the training and fights were helping him to curb the animalistic side of him that he did not want to return as. It was horrifying enough that Kayla has seen him kill and eaten a man before.
He was not going to repeat it for the sakes of his sanity.
Waylon ain't the brightest but he damn well know what's good if it meant him having Kayla by his side. Every block, every punch was a hassle for him. His opponent was letting his arms and legs do most of the work.
But the crocodile man had something up his sleeves!
He was going to reverse his opponent's signature move. In doing so, he has to wait until Thunderhoof decided to jump before landing another kick. It was fortunate that Waylon has such a thick neck with scales that prevented him from having his neck snapped.
"Ha ha! Now the world will know that I have finally conquered the crocodile!" Thunderhoof boasted, making the crowd go wild. Waylon mentally rolled his eyes.
Before Thunderhoof's foot could land onto his neck, Waylon grabbed him by the leg and flipped him over. He could her something snapped but so far, the man underneath him seemed fine. Just a red face from trying to resist the pain.
"You broke my foot, asshole!" he strained out his cry.
"Be lucky that it's just the foot," Waylon told him, holding him down as a referee was counting down before Thunderhoof could get up. When the whistle blew, Waylon knew he had won the match but with a small casualty.
Then again, at least his brain wasn't damaged or his cranium getting any cracks.
He didn't feel victorious. Oh no, he felt at peace just for once.
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"Killer Croc! Killer Croc! Killer Croc!"
"They're still chanting away your name, Croc," Waylon's trainer commented. "You really are going to get some fans. So, heading home after this is done?"
"Of course," Waylon nodded. He has some plans to do with Kayla. He wanted to surprise her that during his training and this match, he has been searching for a proper house so that the both of them could live together.
It's been ten years and he felt as if he was ready for Kayla and him to have a new chapter in their lives. Of course, he doesn't want to rush things.
He learnt about it through some of the books at Kayla's workplace and the internet.
"Hey Croc!" the manage called out. He tossed an envelop to the crocodile man which was fat with the amount he was promise. "There's your cut for today. It's more than what you have because of your rising stardom."
"Hardly," Waylon scoffed but was thankful that the amount he was paid was tripled. It was enough for him to treat himself for a good hunk of meat but more importantly hoodies and jackets to cover his face.
People still gave him disgusted or dirty looks if he ever pull down the hood. Even at a store just to buy water!
Once he was all dressed up, the crocodile man head outside to walk back home. The night was peaceful despite the ongoing traffic. He was just thinking about what his plans were and Kayla. That woman is and will always be his saviour in this corrupted, dark of a world.
Before he could take another step, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He let out a roar, when he realised that it was something similar to a taser. His thick skin can feel the tingling sensation that could burn a hole through his body.
Waylon could feel his eyes rolling at the back of his head before his whole body collapse with a thud.
"Kayla..." Waylon managed to strain his voice out. "Kayla..."
The following events will be similar to the DLC from the Arkham Knight game. Only difference: No Batman or Nightwing to save him so he's on his own. Don't worry, this story will have a happy ending and you might catch a cameo of my other OC from another DC comic story I wrote here
I really appreciate you guys still reading this story to this day
Truly