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Sept 2, 2023 22:34:15 GMT -5
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Post by BRADDOCK on Sept 2, 2023 22:34:15 GMT -5
Sunday Sept 3rd, 2023. BOK Center, Tulsa, Oklahoma.
The click-clack of Hazels heels on the cement hallway floor is the first thing we hear as the scene opens. A camera follows Hazel Harper as she approaches Rise's resident felon, BRADDOCK. He alpacas just arrived and is wearing an old Nine Inch Nails t-shirt, the “Sin" shirt, and it is not only faded as Hell but cut into a tank top. He is also wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a pair of black Etnies. He has a backpack hanging off of his back while in one hand he carries an open can of NOS energy drink and in his other mitt is the hand of a tall, beautiful blonde.
The blonde is about six inches taller than he is in her boots with four inch heels. They accentuate her long legs and the cut-off Rock Revival jeans don’t hurt either. Her tank top is a CBGB classic and a fashionable pair of sunglasses obfuscate her eyes. As they approach Hazel, he says something to the blonde that goes unheard by the mic.
Hazel Harper:”BRADDOCK! I wanted to catch you before you got to your locker room; have you heard what Blake Anderson had to say when he arrived here this afternoon?” she asks, thrusting her mic into his face for the answer. For those paying close attention, Hazel is giving the blonde the fuzzy eyeball and the blonde isn’t giving her the satisfaction of a reaction. Hazel grip on the mic tightens a little.
”I haven’t and, to be honest, I don’t give a damn what he has to say…”
Hazel takes a couple steps backwards to keep pace with her interviewee. ”He repeated, a few times, that he doesn’t want to face you but is doing so because the Company is making him.”
Her statement stops BRADDOCK in his tracks. He scoffs while glancing at his companion before turning his attention back to Hazel and her mic.
”Poor Blake, ya know? He thinks he is goin to be successful, being apart of a group named ‘The Dynasty,’ and havin someone like that fat f(bleep!)k Paul in his ear. He’s like a kid at the beach; he goes swimming in the ocean, havin a great time! What he doesn’t realize is that the rip tide is pullin him out into the deeper water.
He's swimmin, splashin, divin down and comin up all grins. Then, all too late, his little dumbass figures out his is too far out. He realizes he is in the deep water where the barracuda and sharks roam. And he can’t save himself. Noone can save him!” he accentuates the word “him" by punching his left palm. ”Blake is in a street fight, against ME?! To quote Tony Montana, ‘I’m gonna cut him up, real nice.’”
BRADDOCK and his companion take off, leaving Hazel alone, in front of the camera.
”I would hate to be in Blake's boots tonight, Flethcher!”
The click-clack of Hazels heels on the cement hallway floor is the first thing we hear as the scene opens. A camera follows Hazel Harper as she approaches Rise's resident felon, BRADDOCK. He alpacas just arrived and is wearing an old Nine Inch Nails t-shirt, the “Sin" shirt, and it is not only faded as Hell but cut into a tank top. He is also wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a pair of black Etnies. He has a backpack hanging off of his back while in one hand he carries an open can of NOS energy drink and in his other mitt is the hand of a tall, beautiful blonde.
The blonde is about six inches taller than he is in her boots with four inch heels. They accentuate her long legs and the cut-off Rock Revival jeans don’t hurt either. Her tank top is a CBGB classic and a fashionable pair of sunglasses obfuscate her eyes. As they approach Hazel, he says something to the blonde that goes unheard by the mic.
Hazel Harper:”BRADDOCK! I wanted to catch you before you got to your locker room; have you heard what Blake Anderson had to say when he arrived here this afternoon?” she asks, thrusting her mic into his face for the answer. For those paying close attention, Hazel is giving the blonde the fuzzy eyeball and the blonde isn’t giving her the satisfaction of a reaction. Hazel grip on the mic tightens a little.
”I haven’t and, to be honest, I don’t give a damn what he has to say…”
Hazel takes a couple steps backwards to keep pace with her interviewee. ”He repeated, a few times, that he doesn’t want to face you but is doing so because the Company is making him.”
Her statement stops BRADDOCK in his tracks. He scoffs while glancing at his companion before turning his attention back to Hazel and her mic.
”Poor Blake, ya know? He thinks he is goin to be successful, being apart of a group named ‘The Dynasty,’ and havin someone like that fat f(bleep!)k Paul in his ear. He’s like a kid at the beach; he goes swimming in the ocean, havin a great time! What he doesn’t realize is that the rip tide is pullin him out into the deeper water.
He's swimmin, splashin, divin down and comin up all grins. Then, all too late, his little dumbass figures out his is too far out. He realizes he is in the deep water where the barracuda and sharks roam. And he can’t save himself. Noone can save him!” he accentuates the word “him" by punching his left palm. ”Blake is in a street fight, against ME?! To quote Tony Montana, ‘I’m gonna cut him up, real nice.’”
BRADDOCK and his companion take off, leaving Hazel alone, in front of the camera.
”I would hate to be in Blake's boots tonight, Flethcher!”