Post by BRADDOCK on Aug 17, 2023 23:18:35 GMT -5
A navy blue Chrysler 300 glides down the streets of Stockton headed for Monster Joe's Truck and Tow, a junkyard on the outskirts of town. Tyler is driving Braddock to pick up a part for his Malibu. Benz Truck by Lil Peep thumps from the speakers and the duo are passing a joint between themselves. It only takes about ten minutes to reach the wrecking yard and before too long, they locate a wrecked Malibu the same year as Braddock's.
Twenty minutes later they are walking towards the office to pay for the air conditioner compressor when a rusted hulk catches Braddock’s eye. It is a fifty-one Ford 1 sitting on four flats along with a cracked windshield. Patches of rust coat its flanks like splotches of orange paint atop a faded, lime green original paint job. He looks inside, a slight grin parting his lips in a crooked grin. There are tears and cracks in the bench seat and some nobhead installed a cassette deck in the eighties, it looks like, but it otherwise looks intact.
Tyler: “C'mon, man, it’s hot as balls out here. What, you think you’re gonna buy this pile of shit?”
Braddock turns and gives his friend a shrug of his meaty shoulders. ”Why not? My wrestling career is picking up and I will have the cash to fix it. Think of how bitchin this fucker would look if I had it painted and slammed… I'ma talk to the guy workin about this bitch…”
They head into the office and about thirty minutes later they are back ok the road. According to the guy on duty, the truck has been sitting for over a year and could probably be picked up for cheap. Tyler stood by, shaking his head, while his friend confirmed that a majority of the parts to repair it are there in the yard. What the yard doesn’t have, he assured, can be ordered from the internet.
They pass a joint back-and-forth while Tyler guides his vehicle through the slower traffic. Braddock is lost in thought, day dreaming about buying that truck and fixing it up. A Stockton Police Officer passes on their right and, for an instant their balls are in their throat when the overhead cherries light up. The officer’s SUV takes a sharp right down a side street and the duo let out a relieved sigh in unison.
Several hours later…[/color]
Braddock is sitting on his couch when there came a knock at his door. He makes his way to the door and opens it to a beautiful brunette. O.C.W.’s own, Hazel Harper, stands in front of him with a smile on her lips. :”We made it!” she says and that’s when he notices the two cameramen and a sound guy walking up the short driveway. He steps aside and gestures towards the inside of the house and she enters. He watches her ass in a pair of Rock Revival jeans as she heads down the hall towards the living room. After the camera crew enter he shuts the door and follows them to the living room.
A haze of marijuana smoke hangs in the air causing the cameraman to comment, under his breath, that he wants to do more interviews with BRADDOCK. For that comment Braddock rewards him with a joint which is gladly taken. The trio begin setting up their equipment, take light saturation readings and adjust the sound equipment while Braddock and Hazel shoot the shit.
”Glad you could make it out here for this. I don’t mind shooting my own promo videos but, havin a hot ass lady like you here, interviewin me, is so much better…” he says, offering her a freshly lit joint. She declines the joint, as well as an offer of an ice cold can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
”Maybe later? I like to have a clear mind and eyes when I’m on camera, you know?” she says with a smile. Braddock nods his head while sucking down half the can of Pabst in two gulps. ”How long have you been in the business?” she asks, her eyes saying far more than her mouth.
”Just recently turned pro. Before that I was workin outlaw deathmatch mudshows. I’d make fifty, sixty bucks getting the shit beat out of myself while dishing it out just as much. I taught myself everything I know. Before that, I was bareknuckle fighting in bars and underground fights around California. I own a tattoo shop here in Stockton too; Pirate Ink.”
Her eyes widen and her lips part In a genuine smile. ”You own a tattoo shop?!” she asks excitedly. He is smiling himself, nodding his head in affirmation, and she gasps. ”Would you want to give me a tattoo?”
”I’d like to do a lot of things to you…” he says, looking her up and down which brings a seductive grin to her lips.
”We are ready, Hazel, whenever you are.” the cameraman says, breaking into the conversation. The audio tech pins a mic to her collar while Braddock gulps down the rest of the Pabst in two swallows. He pops the top on another Pabst and takes a smaller swallow before setting it aside.
”In three…two…” he holds up 1 finger for a heartbeat before pointing at Hazel.
”Ladies and gentlemen, Hazel Harper here, on location in Stockton, California with the one and only, BRADDOCK! Thank you for having me here in your home. Now, let's get down to business; this week on Rise you face the man known as Zephyr. He has picked a big Tag win and both he and Nox look to continue the purported Vampires winning ways. How do you plan on defeating Zephyr Draven?”
Braddock takes a swig from his can of Pabst before answering. He scoffs before he speaks. ”Lemme get this straight; the guy I’m facin this week, with the hot manager, thinks he’s Lestat…” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. ”Look, I love what I do and what I do is kick some ass. I don’t give two sh(bleep)ts what he identifies as. I don’t care if he thinks he’s a vampire, a donkey, Cousin It, or DB f(bleep)kin Cooper! I am going to beat this guys ass from pillar-to-post and leave him in a broken heap. I got the silver bullet to put his ass down for good.”
Hazel chuckles. ”That's for a werewolf. Vampires are stopped with a wooden stake…”
”I’ll take your word for it. Simple fact is that in Fayetteville, Twilight is gonna be Cursed and eat a pin. I’m only just getting started. Let's wrap this up and go get a steak and some drinks…”
Hazel's lips curl into a mischievous grin. ”You heard him, everyone. I have a steak dinner waiting. For BRADDOCK, I’m Hazel Harper and I will see you at Rise!”
The cameraman clears them and within fifteen minutes, they are on the road while Braddock and Hazel are headed out for a night out. The Anti-Icon is on the prowl.
Twenty minutes later they are walking towards the office to pay for the air conditioner compressor when a rusted hulk catches Braddock’s eye. It is a fifty-one Ford 1 sitting on four flats along with a cracked windshield. Patches of rust coat its flanks like splotches of orange paint atop a faded, lime green original paint job. He looks inside, a slight grin parting his lips in a crooked grin. There are tears and cracks in the bench seat and some nobhead installed a cassette deck in the eighties, it looks like, but it otherwise looks intact.
Tyler: “C'mon, man, it’s hot as balls out here. What, you think you’re gonna buy this pile of shit?”
Braddock turns and gives his friend a shrug of his meaty shoulders. ”Why not? My wrestling career is picking up and I will have the cash to fix it. Think of how bitchin this fucker would look if I had it painted and slammed… I'ma talk to the guy workin about this bitch…”
They head into the office and about thirty minutes later they are back ok the road. According to the guy on duty, the truck has been sitting for over a year and could probably be picked up for cheap. Tyler stood by, shaking his head, while his friend confirmed that a majority of the parts to repair it are there in the yard. What the yard doesn’t have, he assured, can be ordered from the internet.
They pass a joint back-and-forth while Tyler guides his vehicle through the slower traffic. Braddock is lost in thought, day dreaming about buying that truck and fixing it up. A Stockton Police Officer passes on their right and, for an instant their balls are in their throat when the overhead cherries light up. The officer’s SUV takes a sharp right down a side street and the duo let out a relieved sigh in unison.
Several hours later…[/color]
Braddock is sitting on his couch when there came a knock at his door. He makes his way to the door and opens it to a beautiful brunette. O.C.W.’s own, Hazel Harper, stands in front of him with a smile on her lips. :”We made it!” she says and that’s when he notices the two cameramen and a sound guy walking up the short driveway. He steps aside and gestures towards the inside of the house and she enters. He watches her ass in a pair of Rock Revival jeans as she heads down the hall towards the living room. After the camera crew enter he shuts the door and follows them to the living room.
A haze of marijuana smoke hangs in the air causing the cameraman to comment, under his breath, that he wants to do more interviews with BRADDOCK. For that comment Braddock rewards him with a joint which is gladly taken. The trio begin setting up their equipment, take light saturation readings and adjust the sound equipment while Braddock and Hazel shoot the shit.
”Glad you could make it out here for this. I don’t mind shooting my own promo videos but, havin a hot ass lady like you here, interviewin me, is so much better…” he says, offering her a freshly lit joint. She declines the joint, as well as an offer of an ice cold can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
”Maybe later? I like to have a clear mind and eyes when I’m on camera, you know?” she says with a smile. Braddock nods his head while sucking down half the can of Pabst in two gulps. ”How long have you been in the business?” she asks, her eyes saying far more than her mouth.
”Just recently turned pro. Before that I was workin outlaw deathmatch mudshows. I’d make fifty, sixty bucks getting the shit beat out of myself while dishing it out just as much. I taught myself everything I know. Before that, I was bareknuckle fighting in bars and underground fights around California. I own a tattoo shop here in Stockton too; Pirate Ink.”
Her eyes widen and her lips part In a genuine smile. ”You own a tattoo shop?!” she asks excitedly. He is smiling himself, nodding his head in affirmation, and she gasps. ”Would you want to give me a tattoo?”
”I’d like to do a lot of things to you…” he says, looking her up and down which brings a seductive grin to her lips.
”We are ready, Hazel, whenever you are.” the cameraman says, breaking into the conversation. The audio tech pins a mic to her collar while Braddock gulps down the rest of the Pabst in two swallows. He pops the top on another Pabst and takes a smaller swallow before setting it aside.
”In three…two…” he holds up 1 finger for a heartbeat before pointing at Hazel.
”Ladies and gentlemen, Hazel Harper here, on location in Stockton, California with the one and only, BRADDOCK! Thank you for having me here in your home. Now, let's get down to business; this week on Rise you face the man known as Zephyr. He has picked a big Tag win and both he and Nox look to continue the purported Vampires winning ways. How do you plan on defeating Zephyr Draven?”
Braddock takes a swig from his can of Pabst before answering. He scoffs before he speaks. ”Lemme get this straight; the guy I’m facin this week, with the hot manager, thinks he’s Lestat…” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. ”Look, I love what I do and what I do is kick some ass. I don’t give two sh(bleep)ts what he identifies as. I don’t care if he thinks he’s a vampire, a donkey, Cousin It, or DB f(bleep)kin Cooper! I am going to beat this guys ass from pillar-to-post and leave him in a broken heap. I got the silver bullet to put his ass down for good.”
Hazel chuckles. ”That's for a werewolf. Vampires are stopped with a wooden stake…”
”I’ll take your word for it. Simple fact is that in Fayetteville, Twilight is gonna be Cursed and eat a pin. I’m only just getting started. Let's wrap this up and go get a steak and some drinks…”
Hazel's lips curl into a mischievous grin. ”You heard him, everyone. I have a steak dinner waiting. For BRADDOCK, I’m Hazel Harper and I will see you at Rise!”
The cameraman clears them and within fifteen minutes, they are on the road while Braddock and Hazel are headed out for a night out. The Anti-Icon is on the prowl.