Post by BRADDOCK on Sept 18, 2023 19:01:11 GMT -5
His right fist lands with a loud “Pop!” against the heavy bag followed quickly by a left hook and, finally, another right hook sends the bag swaying. He continues to Bob and weave, throwing punches and swaying, his meaty fists clenched just under his chin and his face set in a snarl. Suddenly, he reaches out with both hands and seizes the bag before driving his forehead into it, roaring.
He latches hold of it by biting it before driving first his right knee, then his left, before locking in a bearhug type hold. With a roar he twists and yanks the bag, snapping the chains, before twisting and slamming it down on the ground. He delivers first one, then a second, and finally a third headbutt before driving his right elbow into the side of the top of the bag. He delivers three more devastating elbows before popping up onto his feet.
He roars and deadlifts the eighty pound bag up and onto his shoulders like it was bag of potatoes. He takes three lunging steps before slamming the bag into the ground. He straddles it and starts to hammer it with right and left hooks before grabbing it with both hands. He begins to pull in opposite directions with each hand. He lets out a Primal scream just as the bag splits between his hands, spilling its sandy contents on the blue floor mats. BRADDOCK lumber up to his feet, his chest heaving and eyes as wild as a rabid dog. A leggy blonde strolls up next to him and slips an arm across the small of his back. With her heels, she stands about six inches taller than him and, while his left hand slides up the back of her thigh and stops on her ass, she leans down and gives him a kiss.
”Everyone knows who I am by now, so I guess I don’t need to introduce myself. Since joining the ranks of Outcast Championship Wrestling I have been a Juggernaut, leveling everyone in my path, and leaving everyone wondering if they are my next. You, Donnie, you don’t have to wonder though, do ya?
Philly is gonna play host to our War for the Outcast Championship Wrestling World Championship. We meet under ‘Falls Count Anywhere’ rules which, to be honest, lean in my direction. Anything goes and I can pin you anywhere in the World. And there is nothin stoppin me from usin any and everything I can get my hands on.” he says before giving the blonde another quick kiss. She smirks at the camera before taking her leave.
”Donnie, we are comin into this match, each of us driven by different goals, desires, needs; whatever you wanna call it. You need this win. You need it almost more than you need oxygen! Winning this strap will validate you. Winning the Outcast Championship Wrestling World Championship will prove to the World that you are as good as you say you are.
It will, hopefully, make everyone forget about your lackluster amateur mixed martial arts career. It will help everyone forget your floundering in the original ideation of Outcast Championship Wrestling. You think it will mend those wounds and give you that sensation of Pride that you desire…”
The blonde returns with a Blunt that is already lit. She takes a quick puff before handing it to him and slinking off camera. He takes a long pull from it and exhales a cloud into the air above his head.
”Me, on the other hand, I don’t need that belt. I’m fine with the simple things; weed, Pabst, some lighttubes and dishing out the occasional beat-down. I have all of those things, right now, as well as a fine ass blonde and an expanding tattoo business up in Stockton. On top of that, my phone is ringing off the hook and my email is backin up with all of the offers to come wreck some fool in a different company.
My career is headed towards the moon while yours is in a holding pattern. I lose this match and I continue on down the road; stoned, drunk, and with a fine ass lady, on my way to the next town. I don’t need it like you do.
Now, when youlose, I imagine it will be like a Tween girl, getting her heart broke for the first time. Lots of screamin, cryin, and lashin out.” he says before taking another pull from the Blunt. ”And that’s why I’m gonna take it. To crush your spirit. To watch your World crumble. And I can’t wait!” he chuckles to himself.
He approaches the camera and grabs it with both hands. He pulls it close, so close that his face takes up the whole screen. His eyes are wide and bloodshot. Sweat glistens his forehead, nose, and cheeks. Occasionally, his breath fogs up the camera.
”Little birdies have told me you are expecting my comrades to get involved. Fear not, Donnie, because I don’t need them to beat you! I am the muscle for Nox and Zephyr, like I said last week when addressing Mika; I’m their muscle not the other way around. Personally, I think you’re worrying about the wrong thing.”
He takes a step back and rolls his head around his shoulders. His neck pops numerous times and he lets out a satisfied sigh. ”We are competing in a ‘Falls Count Anywhere match which means you are stepping into my World. A World of lighttubes, gusset plates, barbed wire, and plates of glass. Blood loss, puncture wounds, and being sliced open are the norm; a far cry from you world of rules within the confinement of an octagon.
I am the Apex Predator, roaming Outcast Championship Wrestling, and you’re an I’ll equipped poacher carrying a wrist rocket when he should have a shotgun. I will not lose in Philly, Don. I'ma shock the World when I walk out with that belt.
I see you lookin down your nose at me. You and a majority of the rest of the people in this business. After ‘And Justice for…. Brawl,’ I will show you and everyone else I’m not one to overlook. I’m not the one to sleep on. I will lead this company into the future in Infamy; I will be the dirtiest, most violent Champion the World has ever seen. And I'ma start with you.”
He turns and starts to walk away. The blonde walks up and slips her hand through his arm and takes his hand. She hands him the Blunt as the camera fades to black.
*****
BRADDOCK picks his phone up on the second ring. It's his brother calling from Stockton; the past week or so, BRADDOC has been living in Los Angeles. He is apart of a wrestling project helping to boost a rookie wrestler within the World of wrestling. It’s kind of like a wrestling version of the U.F.C's “Ultimate Fighter” house where he lives with several other rookies. They will all compete against each other over the next few weeks for pride, recognition, and most important to BRADDOCK, one hundred thousand dollars.
His brother, Tyler, has gotten them all moved in and set up in their new tattoo studio as well he hired another artist and someone to work the front counter and answer the phones. “Ink Poisoning" studios is gaining traction in the industry in and around Stockton. It’s nearly eight at night but, when he answers the phone, Tyler sounds like he just woke up.
”Wassup?” he mumbles. BRADDOCK is sitting poolside, drinking a can of beer and relaxing after a long day of training.
”Just checkin in; how’s shit up there?”
”Pretty good. Been by your house and shit is cool there. That new chick we hired to sling some ink is good! I’m telling ya, bro, we could be the top shop in Cali that’s not in Los Angles! Pretty soon we are gonna be lookin for a bigger shop. Oh! Or maybe a second shop!”
The excitement in Tyler’ voice brings a smile to his brothers lips. ”We are comin to Philly, fool. We got a hotel room and a suite at the arena! Gonna watch you beat that Donnie fools ass!”
This makes his brother’s smile grow twice in size. He had no idea Tyler was going to come watch live. But who did he mean by “we?” ”I'm bringing Desiree, our new tattoo girl; it’s not like she can run the shop while we are gone! And ain’t shit gonna happen. She has her own hotel room. I can hear your bitchin before you say it so save it!”
He knows his brother well. BRADDOCK closed his mouth. Tyler addressed what he was thinking already. ”Thanks. I mean it; thank you for coming to this. It’s my first shot at a World Championship and, if I win it, I want you there. May might be there too.”
”That blonde chick? You two getting serious?”
BRADDOCK shrugs. ”Not sure what we are but, I gotta admit, I really dig her. I gotta get goin, though, what did ya need?”
”Just checking in with you is all. And, brother, I wouldn’t miss being in Philly for the World. Take care!”
”You too…” he says before chugging the rest of his beer. Busy week and times ahead. Donnie Harris is just the beginning. BRADDOCK has big plans for his future. Come be part of it….
He latches hold of it by biting it before driving first his right knee, then his left, before locking in a bearhug type hold. With a roar he twists and yanks the bag, snapping the chains, before twisting and slamming it down on the ground. He delivers first one, then a second, and finally a third headbutt before driving his right elbow into the side of the top of the bag. He delivers three more devastating elbows before popping up onto his feet.
He roars and deadlifts the eighty pound bag up and onto his shoulders like it was bag of potatoes. He takes three lunging steps before slamming the bag into the ground. He straddles it and starts to hammer it with right and left hooks before grabbing it with both hands. He begins to pull in opposite directions with each hand. He lets out a Primal scream just as the bag splits between his hands, spilling its sandy contents on the blue floor mats. BRADDOCK lumber up to his feet, his chest heaving and eyes as wild as a rabid dog. A leggy blonde strolls up next to him and slips an arm across the small of his back. With her heels, she stands about six inches taller than him and, while his left hand slides up the back of her thigh and stops on her ass, she leans down and gives him a kiss.
”Everyone knows who I am by now, so I guess I don’t need to introduce myself. Since joining the ranks of Outcast Championship Wrestling I have been a Juggernaut, leveling everyone in my path, and leaving everyone wondering if they are my next. You, Donnie, you don’t have to wonder though, do ya?
Philly is gonna play host to our War for the Outcast Championship Wrestling World Championship. We meet under ‘Falls Count Anywhere’ rules which, to be honest, lean in my direction. Anything goes and I can pin you anywhere in the World. And there is nothin stoppin me from usin any and everything I can get my hands on.” he says before giving the blonde another quick kiss. She smirks at the camera before taking her leave.
”Donnie, we are comin into this match, each of us driven by different goals, desires, needs; whatever you wanna call it. You need this win. You need it almost more than you need oxygen! Winning this strap will validate you. Winning the Outcast Championship Wrestling World Championship will prove to the World that you are as good as you say you are.
It will, hopefully, make everyone forget about your lackluster amateur mixed martial arts career. It will help everyone forget your floundering in the original ideation of Outcast Championship Wrestling. You think it will mend those wounds and give you that sensation of Pride that you desire…”
The blonde returns with a Blunt that is already lit. She takes a quick puff before handing it to him and slinking off camera. He takes a long pull from it and exhales a cloud into the air above his head.
”Me, on the other hand, I don’t need that belt. I’m fine with the simple things; weed, Pabst, some lighttubes and dishing out the occasional beat-down. I have all of those things, right now, as well as a fine ass blonde and an expanding tattoo business up in Stockton. On top of that, my phone is ringing off the hook and my email is backin up with all of the offers to come wreck some fool in a different company.
My career is headed towards the moon while yours is in a holding pattern. I lose this match and I continue on down the road; stoned, drunk, and with a fine ass lady, on my way to the next town. I don’t need it like you do.
Now, when youlose, I imagine it will be like a Tween girl, getting her heart broke for the first time. Lots of screamin, cryin, and lashin out.” he says before taking another pull from the Blunt. ”And that’s why I’m gonna take it. To crush your spirit. To watch your World crumble. And I can’t wait!” he chuckles to himself.
He approaches the camera and grabs it with both hands. He pulls it close, so close that his face takes up the whole screen. His eyes are wide and bloodshot. Sweat glistens his forehead, nose, and cheeks. Occasionally, his breath fogs up the camera.
”Little birdies have told me you are expecting my comrades to get involved. Fear not, Donnie, because I don’t need them to beat you! I am the muscle for Nox and Zephyr, like I said last week when addressing Mika; I’m their muscle not the other way around. Personally, I think you’re worrying about the wrong thing.”
He takes a step back and rolls his head around his shoulders. His neck pops numerous times and he lets out a satisfied sigh. ”We are competing in a ‘Falls Count Anywhere match which means you are stepping into my World. A World of lighttubes, gusset plates, barbed wire, and plates of glass. Blood loss, puncture wounds, and being sliced open are the norm; a far cry from you world of rules within the confinement of an octagon.
I am the Apex Predator, roaming Outcast Championship Wrestling, and you’re an I’ll equipped poacher carrying a wrist rocket when he should have a shotgun. I will not lose in Philly, Don. I'ma shock the World when I walk out with that belt.
I see you lookin down your nose at me. You and a majority of the rest of the people in this business. After ‘And Justice for…. Brawl,’ I will show you and everyone else I’m not one to overlook. I’m not the one to sleep on. I will lead this company into the future in Infamy; I will be the dirtiest, most violent Champion the World has ever seen. And I'ma start with you.”
He turns and starts to walk away. The blonde walks up and slips her hand through his arm and takes his hand. She hands him the Blunt as the camera fades to black.
*****
BRADDOCK picks his phone up on the second ring. It's his brother calling from Stockton; the past week or so, BRADDOC has been living in Los Angeles. He is apart of a wrestling project helping to boost a rookie wrestler within the World of wrestling. It’s kind of like a wrestling version of the U.F.C's “Ultimate Fighter” house where he lives with several other rookies. They will all compete against each other over the next few weeks for pride, recognition, and most important to BRADDOCK, one hundred thousand dollars.
His brother, Tyler, has gotten them all moved in and set up in their new tattoo studio as well he hired another artist and someone to work the front counter and answer the phones. “Ink Poisoning" studios is gaining traction in the industry in and around Stockton. It’s nearly eight at night but, when he answers the phone, Tyler sounds like he just woke up.
”Wassup?” he mumbles. BRADDOCK is sitting poolside, drinking a can of beer and relaxing after a long day of training.
”Just checkin in; how’s shit up there?”
”Pretty good. Been by your house and shit is cool there. That new chick we hired to sling some ink is good! I’m telling ya, bro, we could be the top shop in Cali that’s not in Los Angles! Pretty soon we are gonna be lookin for a bigger shop. Oh! Or maybe a second shop!”
The excitement in Tyler’ voice brings a smile to his brothers lips. ”We are comin to Philly, fool. We got a hotel room and a suite at the arena! Gonna watch you beat that Donnie fools ass!”
This makes his brother’s smile grow twice in size. He had no idea Tyler was going to come watch live. But who did he mean by “we?” ”I'm bringing Desiree, our new tattoo girl; it’s not like she can run the shop while we are gone! And ain’t shit gonna happen. She has her own hotel room. I can hear your bitchin before you say it so save it!”
He knows his brother well. BRADDOCK closed his mouth. Tyler addressed what he was thinking already. ”Thanks. I mean it; thank you for coming to this. It’s my first shot at a World Championship and, if I win it, I want you there. May might be there too.”
”That blonde chick? You two getting serious?”
BRADDOCK shrugs. ”Not sure what we are but, I gotta admit, I really dig her. I gotta get goin, though, what did ya need?”
”Just checking in with you is all. And, brother, I wouldn’t miss being in Philly for the World. Take care!”
”You too…” he says before chugging the rest of his beer. Busy week and times ahead. Donnie Harris is just the beginning. BRADDOCK has big plans for his future. Come be part of it….