Post by BRADDOCK on Aug 23, 2023 16:46:08 GMT -5
A camera opens on BRADDOCK, who is sitting alone at a table in the Dawg House Saloon, within the Velvet Rabbit Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. A glass of beer sits in front of him half finished while a lone hot wing rests on a plate amongst stripped bones. He wipes his mouth with a napkin before turning his attention to the camera. He is in a pair of cut off jeans, a black t-shirt, that has been cut into a tank top that reads “CHOOSE DEATH," in blocky white letters. A pair of thick, black framed glasses have slipped down his nose slightly and a grin shows off his missing teeth.
“Here I am, moonlighting as a ‘Cooler' here at the Velvet Rabbit Strip Club in Sin City! Why aren’t you here?!” he says with a chuckle. ”On Thursday the twenty-fourth, in Baltimore, I will be facing the woman known as Legion. I have seen her work and am well aware she can go toe-to-toe with most men in a hardcore, no rules type of environment. Most men. But I am far from being like most men.
While I have limited experience in a vanilla match, I have shown that I am more than capable of winning within the confines of said match. I am on a roll, here, in O.C.W. and I’ll be damned if you are going to be the one to derail my trajectory. The beating coming your way is by no means, personal, but it’s going to be brutal just the same. I may not be able to use weapons in this match, but, there are more than one way to skin a body…”
He tips the glass back and it drains down his throat. A waitress arrives as if on cue and replaces it with a smile. He swallows a quarter of the glass before stripping the meat off of the last wing with the rest of the teeth he has left. He wipes his hands and face on another napkin before taking another swig from the beer.
”In the Bible, Jesus was Rollin through a hood when he came across a man who probably looked like he was tweekin. So, Jesus talks with the guy and the guy said ’My name is Legion; for we are many.’ So, Jesus and this tweeker are talkin and, according to the Book, he cast the demons out of the man and into pigs before driving them into the sea, where they drowned." he pauses a moment and his eyes narrow behind his glasses while he ponders something. ”Somethin like that, anyways.
Now, I don’t know if she believes she is the same demon or if she just took his name. But what I do know is that she is in over her head. While I may be new to the company, and the business, my inexperience will be offset by my fearless brutality. When the smoke clears and the Victor’s hand is raised, it will be my hand lofted into the air.”
Braddock takes a pull from an electronic “dab" before exhaling a small cloud of vapor that dissipates almost immediately. His eyes survey his surroundings before repeating the process. When he addresses the camera again, his eyelids hang a little lower behind the lenses of his glasses.
“Donnie Harris is another member of the Anarchy roster who has been unfortunate enough to cross my path. The great, and glorious Amateur MMA Wonderkin never ever went pro. He was such a dominating force with the Amateur ranks that he abandoned the sport and became a wrestler instead. His MMA experience means exactly squat!”
He drains the rest of the beer and sets the glass back on the table top while a belch rumbles out of him. He pats his belly before continuing.
”Now Donnie wants to team with SYNN and face myself and Zephyr. My addition to the tanks of the Asylum has left many scratching their heads and others taking note. With my strength and brutality, added with Nox's intelligence and Zephyr's tenacity, we are damn near unstoppable.
When I came out and distracted you, it wasn’t personal and had nothing to do with holding a belt. In you, Donnie, I saw an opportunity; a chance to fight someone who could potentially hold their own and, in the end, be that stepping stone I need to move up the ranks. You’re chasing after SYNN and that belt like a freshly bred teenager; fawning over the girl, and her belt, who finally threw him a piece. Only the piece that you want is the gold around her waist and you’re unable beat her.”
The waitress from earlier arrives carrying a platter with a still sizzling ribeye steak as well as all the fixins. He thanks her as she’s clearing the empty appetizer plate and beer glass. Their eyes meet, and linger, before she gives him a bashful smile and hurries off.
”Donnie, I have no doubt you will be lookin to come out and try to mess with my match. Probably some lame ass attempt to distract me like I did you in your match. Do us both a favor, do somethin constructive with your time, like, waling into traffic or forgetting to breathe. Like I said, it was nothing personal, You just took it that way.
And as for Legion? Well, I’ll be there in Baltimore, ready to go toe-to-toe with a Legend and trailblazer in this industry for Women. I’ll treat her like I do any other sap who stands across the ring from me; you’re someone I have to beat to get paid. And, unfortunately for you, I will be getting paid.”
The waitress re-enters the shot with a third glass if beer (from what we have seen.) ”Can I get you anything else?” she asks with a smile.
”All good! Thank you!” he tells her with a smile of his own before turning his attention back to the camera, briefly. ”I have never been to Baltimore. Looking forward to flyin out tonight. Legion, lets show the fans you still got the brutality thriving in your DNA. Donnie, stay the f(bleep!)k out of my way…if you know what’s good for ya…”
He turns his attention to his meal; takes a swallow from the fresh beer before picking up his fork and a wooden handled steak knife. As the scene starts to fade out, he begins sawing on the medium rare steak. He is the Anti-Icon for a reason….
“Here I am, moonlighting as a ‘Cooler' here at the Velvet Rabbit Strip Club in Sin City! Why aren’t you here?!” he says with a chuckle. ”On Thursday the twenty-fourth, in Baltimore, I will be facing the woman known as Legion. I have seen her work and am well aware she can go toe-to-toe with most men in a hardcore, no rules type of environment. Most men. But I am far from being like most men.
While I have limited experience in a vanilla match, I have shown that I am more than capable of winning within the confines of said match. I am on a roll, here, in O.C.W. and I’ll be damned if you are going to be the one to derail my trajectory. The beating coming your way is by no means, personal, but it’s going to be brutal just the same. I may not be able to use weapons in this match, but, there are more than one way to skin a body…”
He tips the glass back and it drains down his throat. A waitress arrives as if on cue and replaces it with a smile. He swallows a quarter of the glass before stripping the meat off of the last wing with the rest of the teeth he has left. He wipes his hands and face on another napkin before taking another swig from the beer.
”In the Bible, Jesus was Rollin through a hood when he came across a man who probably looked like he was tweekin. So, Jesus talks with the guy and the guy said ’My name is Legion; for we are many.’ So, Jesus and this tweeker are talkin and, according to the Book, he cast the demons out of the man and into pigs before driving them into the sea, where they drowned." he pauses a moment and his eyes narrow behind his glasses while he ponders something. ”Somethin like that, anyways.
Now, I don’t know if she believes she is the same demon or if she just took his name. But what I do know is that she is in over her head. While I may be new to the company, and the business, my inexperience will be offset by my fearless brutality. When the smoke clears and the Victor’s hand is raised, it will be my hand lofted into the air.”
Braddock takes a pull from an electronic “dab" before exhaling a small cloud of vapor that dissipates almost immediately. His eyes survey his surroundings before repeating the process. When he addresses the camera again, his eyelids hang a little lower behind the lenses of his glasses.
“Donnie Harris is another member of the Anarchy roster who has been unfortunate enough to cross my path. The great, and glorious Amateur MMA Wonderkin never ever went pro. He was such a dominating force with the Amateur ranks that he abandoned the sport and became a wrestler instead. His MMA experience means exactly squat!”
He drains the rest of the beer and sets the glass back on the table top while a belch rumbles out of him. He pats his belly before continuing.
”Now Donnie wants to team with SYNN and face myself and Zephyr. My addition to the tanks of the Asylum has left many scratching their heads and others taking note. With my strength and brutality, added with Nox's intelligence and Zephyr's tenacity, we are damn near unstoppable.
When I came out and distracted you, it wasn’t personal and had nothing to do with holding a belt. In you, Donnie, I saw an opportunity; a chance to fight someone who could potentially hold their own and, in the end, be that stepping stone I need to move up the ranks. You’re chasing after SYNN and that belt like a freshly bred teenager; fawning over the girl, and her belt, who finally threw him a piece. Only the piece that you want is the gold around her waist and you’re unable beat her.”
The waitress from earlier arrives carrying a platter with a still sizzling ribeye steak as well as all the fixins. He thanks her as she’s clearing the empty appetizer plate and beer glass. Their eyes meet, and linger, before she gives him a bashful smile and hurries off.
”Donnie, I have no doubt you will be lookin to come out and try to mess with my match. Probably some lame ass attempt to distract me like I did you in your match. Do us both a favor, do somethin constructive with your time, like, waling into traffic or forgetting to breathe. Like I said, it was nothing personal, You just took it that way.
And as for Legion? Well, I’ll be there in Baltimore, ready to go toe-to-toe with a Legend and trailblazer in this industry for Women. I’ll treat her like I do any other sap who stands across the ring from me; you’re someone I have to beat to get paid. And, unfortunately for you, I will be getting paid.”
The waitress re-enters the shot with a third glass if beer (from what we have seen.) ”Can I get you anything else?” she asks with a smile.
”All good! Thank you!” he tells her with a smile of his own before turning his attention back to the camera, briefly. ”I have never been to Baltimore. Looking forward to flyin out tonight. Legion, lets show the fans you still got the brutality thriving in your DNA. Donnie, stay the f(bleep!)k out of my way…if you know what’s good for ya…”
He turns his attention to his meal; takes a swallow from the fresh beer before picking up his fork and a wooden handled steak knife. As the scene starts to fade out, he begins sawing on the medium rare steak. He is the Anti-Icon for a reason….