Post by BRADDOCK on Sept 2, 2023 16:52:43 GMT -5
Cameras open on BRADDOCK, pacing about a six foot path, from right to left and back again. He is in one of the hallways in the bowels of the arena here in Tulsa. He removes his glasses with the swipe of his right hand before tossing them off camera.
”Normally I wouldn’t go out of my way to compete for, and potentially obtain, a Championship belt. To me, they are a prop, but a prop that makes you more money. Holding a belt isn’t my end-all goal in this business. I could care less if I’m known for holding dozens of belts, one belt longer than anyone else, or a belt more than anyone else. To me, I want to be known as one of the most brutal, stiffest workers ever to set foot in a ring.
I want fans to look back on my matches like I look back on the Original Sheiks matches, or Bruiser Brody, or Abdullah the Butcher’s bloodfests! I look back at that Japanese companies matches with envy and wish I could have competed there, against Legends like I just mentioned. Like I said, holding a belt isn’t a driving force pushing me onward”
He stops pacing and cracks his neck before he starts to shadowbox. ”Tonight I’m gonna go out there and f(bleep!)k up Blake and any of his Dynasty crew who try and interfere. He’ll, I might even beat that tubby f(bleep!)kers ass for sh(bleep!)ts and giggles! Then, later, I’ma come out and throw you a beatin. Why? To take what you hold so dear.
People like you, Donnie Harris, even Colossus; you’re in the business because you need praise and adulation. You need and care about whether the fans cheer you. You want them to like you even if you’re supposed to be the villain, you want to be the ’cool villain. You can’t help it. It’s in your D.N.A.”
He stops shadow boxing and squares off, facing the camera. ”I'ma take that belt because you need it. I’ma take it from you and watch you slowly wilt, like a flower in need of watering. You will put on a brave face, sure, and probably even demand a rematch, but it will all be for not. You are the Face of the Company. I am the Cancer that has taken root, festering, spreading its infection to everything it touches.
The Winds of Change have been blowin for awhile, now, and they are only growin in intensity. Can you feel it? Like a wind blowin in off an inferno. Can you smell it? The scent of death; like a dead animal off in the woods, it’s stench rollin into your campsite coating everything in a fine layer of grime.
I have ran over the top of everyone who has been placed in front of me so far and you, Synn, won’t be much different. Remember, this isn’t nothin personal. I just want what you have, so you don’t have it anymore…” he says before walking off camera. As we fade out BRADDOCK shouts one least message.
”I am the Apex Predator!”
”Normally I wouldn’t go out of my way to compete for, and potentially obtain, a Championship belt. To me, they are a prop, but a prop that makes you more money. Holding a belt isn’t my end-all goal in this business. I could care less if I’m known for holding dozens of belts, one belt longer than anyone else, or a belt more than anyone else. To me, I want to be known as one of the most brutal, stiffest workers ever to set foot in a ring.
I want fans to look back on my matches like I look back on the Original Sheiks matches, or Bruiser Brody, or Abdullah the Butcher’s bloodfests! I look back at that Japanese companies matches with envy and wish I could have competed there, against Legends like I just mentioned. Like I said, holding a belt isn’t a driving force pushing me onward”
He stops pacing and cracks his neck before he starts to shadowbox. ”Tonight I’m gonna go out there and f(bleep!)k up Blake and any of his Dynasty crew who try and interfere. He’ll, I might even beat that tubby f(bleep!)kers ass for sh(bleep!)ts and giggles! Then, later, I’ma come out and throw you a beatin. Why? To take what you hold so dear.
People like you, Donnie Harris, even Colossus; you’re in the business because you need praise and adulation. You need and care about whether the fans cheer you. You want them to like you even if you’re supposed to be the villain, you want to be the ’cool villain. You can’t help it. It’s in your D.N.A.”
He stops shadow boxing and squares off, facing the camera. ”I'ma take that belt because you need it. I’ma take it from you and watch you slowly wilt, like a flower in need of watering. You will put on a brave face, sure, and probably even demand a rematch, but it will all be for not. You are the Face of the Company. I am the Cancer that has taken root, festering, spreading its infection to everything it touches.
The Winds of Change have been blowin for awhile, now, and they are only growin in intensity. Can you feel it? Like a wind blowin in off an inferno. Can you smell it? The scent of death; like a dead animal off in the woods, it’s stench rollin into your campsite coating everything in a fine layer of grime.
I have ran over the top of everyone who has been placed in front of me so far and you, Synn, won’t be much different. Remember, this isn’t nothin personal. I just want what you have, so you don’t have it anymore…” he says before walking off camera. As we fade out BRADDOCK shouts one least message.
”I am the Apex Predator!”