Post by BRADDOCK on Sept 19, 2023 23:01:59 GMT -5
September 30th, 2007
We hop in the Way-Back Machine and travel to two thousand and seven. BRADDOCK turned fourteen a month earlier and on this day he is smoking a stolen cigarette with his foster brother, Tyler. Back then, BRADDOCK went by his birth name; Nestor. Whoever gave him that fucking name would receive a deserved, and brutal, thrashing should he ever meet them. He was abandoned at an emergency room in Fresno when he was just a few hours old.
Now, at fourteen, he is nearly his full height and weight but, rather than muscle, it was more chub than anything. He and Tyler sat sharing the stolen cancer stick sitting in the backyard of a boarded up trap house. Scorch marks scar the top of the window like shadowy fingers sticking out from under the plywood screwed into place to seal the building off. Tyler has just taken too big of a drag and erupts into a coughing fit. His face turns almost tomato red and a string of drip hangs from his bottom lip.
BRADDOCK snags the smoke from his brothers fingers, snickering to himself, and pushes his glasses back up his nose after slipping the smoke into his lips. The cherry glows a bright orange as he takes a quick, small drag, and he nearly has a coughing fit himself when he exhales. He is so focused on not coughing that he fails to hear the footsteps of several people. He turns just as Jestin Jacobs, a boy two years older than him, rounds the corner of the house with two other boys. One is the same age as Jestin, a boy named Chris, and the other is a boy just a year older than BRADDOCK and Tyler but in the same grade as them. His name is Joey but he goes by “Rip" after he ripped a couple of gnarly facts the year before, one of the factors in him being held back.
Upon seeing the brothers, Jestin turns to his two flunkies and laughs; ”Look at the two fuckin idiots! What'er you two doin? Suckin each other off?” His two cronies cackle and cheer him on. ”You two are smokin? Don’t you know that’s bad for a couple of babies like you?” he says, drawing snickers from his buddies.
BRADDOCK and Tyler stand up at try to walk away but Chris runs ahead and cuts them off. They are surrounded by the trio who grin like hyenas surrounding their wounded prey. ”Where you goin, fat boy?” he says, poking BRADDOCK in his thick belly. BRADDOCK’s cheeks flush bringing more laughter from the three.
”What’s-a-matter, fatboy? You eat your tongue while stuffin your fat face?!” he says while poking his target in the face. ”C'mon, fatboy, ain't you got nothin to say? Or am I gonna just kick your ass again because I don’t like your fat fuckin fa-" he is stopped my sentence by BRADDOCK’s fist landing flush with his mouth.
Two weeks before, BRADDOCK and Tyler had been walking home from school when Jestin and “Rip" ambushed them in an alley. They sprung out from behind a parked car and jumped both boys. Tyler ended up with a fat lip but BRADDOCK both tasted and pissed blood that night. He swore to himself that night next time would be different. He watched U.F.C. and other fight videos on the internet and learned that those who most often win don’t hesitate, show no fear, and strike both fast and hard.
So when it looked like they were going to get beaten on, again, BRADDOCK decided he would make it worth their while. After splitting Jestin's bottom lip and chipping one of his incisors, he landed a second blow to his unguarded stomach. The blow doubles him over and that’s when Tyler kicks him like his head was a football and he was punting it away on fourth and fourteen.
Rip and Chris are as shocked as Jestin had been and are slow to move. Chris unfreezes and grabs Tyler’s shirt, causing his target to duck and slither out of it, leaving Chis holding an empty “Mossimo" t-shirt. Rip opens his mouth to yell while himself, reaching for BRADDOCK. The boy now known as the “Anti-Icon" lowers his shoulder and plows into Chris's stomach. When his shoulder makes contact with Chris's stomach, he reaches down and grabs Chris behind the knees, and pulls. He tackles Chris with a sloppy double leg takedown but when Chris lands on the ground, he has the wind knocked out from his lungs.
Tyler has landed a kick squarely into Rip's testicles bringing a squeal of pain from the boy while he drops to his knees. When BRADDOCK scrambles back to his feet he is standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Tyler while Jestin has stumbles back to his feet. Blood runs from his busted lip and he spits out a tooth after Tyler's well placed kick. Before Jestin can retaliate, BRADDOCK is swinging for the fences with a looping haymaker and it connects. The pinch lands just under Jestin’s left eye and catches the edge of his nose. Jestin stumbles back a few steps before falling on his ass, blood now streaming from his nose.
The other two bullies crawl to their friend and help him to his feet. When they turn they see the Brothers standing, waiting, and ready. The three bullies retreat, dipping through a hole in the privacy fence and leaving the Brothers to themselves. From that point on, BRADDOCK was never bullied again. Occasionally, as he got older, others would test his might and often ended upon the wrong side of a beating.
****
We cut to right as BRADDOCK storms through the curtain after his match.
Donnie Harris has just attacked him and locked him in a crossface just a few heartbeats after getting rolled up for his first loss in the company. Nevermind the fact it was to a woman literally half his size. No, what really stung (beside the ligaments in his shoulder) was being locked in that submission in the middle of the ring.
The time keeper hammered on the Bell while the official in the ring screamed for Donnie to release the hold. He eventually did and then a whole mess of personnel flooded the ring. Donnie made it out by the skin of his teeth nut a few of the personnel paid for it. Which brings us to now…
BRADDOCK storms through the curtain and grabs the first person he sees; Sammy. He grabs a handful of hair at the back of his head and pulls him face-to-face before bellowing in his face. ”Where the f(bleep!)k is Donnie Harris?!” flecks of spittle erupt from BRADDOCK’s mouth and hit Sammy in the face.
Sammy tries to squirm away and is doubled over by a punch from BRADDOCK. The Anti-Icon shoves Sammy off camera and storms down the hall. Crew members scramble like roaches after a light has been flipped. ”WHERE IS HE?!” DONNIE!!
BRADDOCK approaches a closed, locker room door, and kicks it. After a second brutal kick the door crashes inward, ripping the hinges right out of the frame. BRADDOCK storms into the locker room and let’s out another Primal scream before he turns to face the camera. His chest heaves and pain in his shoulder suddenly flares, causing him to wince, suck air in through clenched teeth, and grab hold of his left shoulder.
”Donnie! Donnie f(bleep!)kin Harris! I am going to break your f(bleep!)kin neck in Philly! You think by jumpin me like some bitch! after my match is gonna help you come ‘And Justice for… Brawl?’ You done f(bleep!)ked up, asshole!” BRADDOCK paces back and forth in the empty locker room, seething with rage.
Medics enter the room and try to approach them but just the look he gives them sends them scattering. He stops his pacing and looks to the camera while clutching his shoulder. ”I am walkin out with that belt, Donnie, and there ain’t a damned thing you can do to stop me. Last Man Standing. That says it all, don’t it?”
He lumber over to and takes a seat on a folding chair. He doubles over, clutching his shoulder, before sitting back up and continuing his rant. ”You’re counting on your endurance and stamina to get you through to the Promised Land. All it is going to do is prolong your beating. If you’re expecting me to run out of gas before I can pin you, you’re dumber than I f(bleep!)kin thought! Like I said, all you did tonight was sign your own death warrant. I don’t like you and was just gonna toss a beating your way, but, now I-ma make a special project out of you. I’ma show the World just how vicious the new World Champ is! And I’m gonna leave you recovering in the I.C.U. when all is said and done.”
Hazel Harper suddenly creeps into the shot. She is approaching BRADDOCK like he was an injured animal she found on a hiking trail. She asks her question before thrusting the mic towards him while leaning away. You can see the mic tremble in her hand. ”B-BRADDOCK? Are you going to be able to compete in your match?” she asks with a voice that's fluttering with nerves.
BRADDOCK glares at her before snorting and then hawking up a wad of phlegm. He spits it on the floor before answering. ”I’m not dead, am I? That punk bitch thinks he was gonna take me out before we can even have our match? Or, maybe, his plan was to weaken my shoulder?! Let me clue you and everyone else out there in on somethin; I am the baddest motherf(bleep!)ker walkin the face of this Earth. The only way I won’t be in Philly to beat his ass is if I am dead!”
Hazel gives a nervous glance back at the camera but inches slightly closer. ”BRADDOCK, ‘Last Man Standing’ leaves it open for you to bring your beloved deathmatch style into Outcast Championship Wrestling. Are we going to see light tunes, or chairs, or tables?”
”Any number of things may end up being used in this match. I will do anything I can to strangle Donnie's potential Championship reign in its crib. He will not be leaving Philly with that belt! I repeat, he will not be leavin Philly as the Champ!”
Hazel takes advantage of his loquaciousness and presses onward with another question. ”Tonight, BRADDOCK, you suffered your first loss to Mika, after she rolled you up. Do you thing, maybe, you overlooked her?” she takes a small step backwards after asking her question.
”I may have been focusing on my match against Dipsh(bleep!)t Donnie. But, make no mistake, I am one hundred percent focused on Donnie. I am takin that strap just so that prick doesn’t have it. ‘Outcast World Champion' has a nice pay bump along with the Infamy.
Donnie has tried before to hold this strap and came up short then. This time won’t be any different. This time he is facin Me. And he has never faced someone like Me in a Last Man Standing match. His failed Mixed Martial Arts career is beginning to parallel his Professional Wrestling career and, soon, he will be jobbin with the likes of that knuckledragger Sammy who I left cryin at Gorilla.
I am goin to lead this company into a new Era! Rather than some pretty boy, some white meat bitch holdin the Companies top Belt, it’ll be me. Tattooed. Loud. Foul mouthed. And a bad attitude to match. I will be a Champion unlike any other this Company has had.” He grins, showing his missing teeth, before continuing. ”I have the face even a Mother couldn’t love. I was born alone and, aside from maybe my brother at my side, I will die alone. But I will be known as the most brutal Outcast Championship Wrestling World Champion. And my Reign of Terror is goin to start with Donnie Harris. Donnie, after I break you, I am gonna hoist that belt above my head and the Fall of Hate will begin!”
BRADDOCK rises from his seat as two medical personnel arrive. His eyes narrow into a glare focused on them but Hazel reasons with him. ”They are not here to hurt you, BRADDOCK. You need to let them check you out so you can fight Donnie at the pay per view…” her voice remained cool, calm, and soft. She’s kinda like Fay Wray with King Kong. He takes a seat and the medics approach him cautiously. ”Hazel Harper here with BRADDOCK and, you heard him! I wouldn’t want to be Donnie Harris at ‘And Justice for… Brawl!’ Select tickets are still available or you can order it on pay-per-view! See you at ‘And Justice for… Brawl!’”
Later Sunday night…
BRADDOCK had his shoulder partially dislocated after his match with Mika and then the ambush by his nemesis, Donnie Harris. Mika had her armbar locked in for quite awhile before Donnie locked in his crossface after a cheapshot knee to the back of his head. He made his way back to his hotel room where his friend, May was waiting patiently. They have been seeing each other for a few weeks now but it’s nothing too serious.
When he enters the room, she has a can of Pabst waiting for him and helps him to the bed (not that he needed it but when a hot blonde offers you accept.) She removes his Doc's from his feet before kissing him on his forehead. She climbs up onto the bed and slips between him and the headboard, forcing him to scorch down a little.
She begins to massage his thick… neck and he lets out a soft groan. On the television, Joaquin Phoenix just shot DeNiro in “The Joker" and the studio audience screams in horror. She kneads the muscles in his neck before carefully working her way down to his injured shoulder, easing up on the pressure as she gets closer to his shoulder. More soft groans and sighs as she works his shoulder over.
Her hands move down to his left shoulder blade and across his broad shoulders. He turns his head to look over his shoulder at her and she leans in and kisses him. Her turn to let out a soft groan when his tongue slips between her lips and traces her tongue. The attack earlier in the evening has completely slipped his mind. Just what May wanted…
We hop in the Way-Back Machine and travel to two thousand and seven. BRADDOCK turned fourteen a month earlier and on this day he is smoking a stolen cigarette with his foster brother, Tyler. Back then, BRADDOCK went by his birth name; Nestor. Whoever gave him that fucking name would receive a deserved, and brutal, thrashing should he ever meet them. He was abandoned at an emergency room in Fresno when he was just a few hours old.
Now, at fourteen, he is nearly his full height and weight but, rather than muscle, it was more chub than anything. He and Tyler sat sharing the stolen cancer stick sitting in the backyard of a boarded up trap house. Scorch marks scar the top of the window like shadowy fingers sticking out from under the plywood screwed into place to seal the building off. Tyler has just taken too big of a drag and erupts into a coughing fit. His face turns almost tomato red and a string of drip hangs from his bottom lip.
BRADDOCK snags the smoke from his brothers fingers, snickering to himself, and pushes his glasses back up his nose after slipping the smoke into his lips. The cherry glows a bright orange as he takes a quick, small drag, and he nearly has a coughing fit himself when he exhales. He is so focused on not coughing that he fails to hear the footsteps of several people. He turns just as Jestin Jacobs, a boy two years older than him, rounds the corner of the house with two other boys. One is the same age as Jestin, a boy named Chris, and the other is a boy just a year older than BRADDOCK and Tyler but in the same grade as them. His name is Joey but he goes by “Rip" after he ripped a couple of gnarly facts the year before, one of the factors in him being held back.
Upon seeing the brothers, Jestin turns to his two flunkies and laughs; ”Look at the two fuckin idiots! What'er you two doin? Suckin each other off?” His two cronies cackle and cheer him on. ”You two are smokin? Don’t you know that’s bad for a couple of babies like you?” he says, drawing snickers from his buddies.
BRADDOCK and Tyler stand up at try to walk away but Chris runs ahead and cuts them off. They are surrounded by the trio who grin like hyenas surrounding their wounded prey. ”Where you goin, fat boy?” he says, poking BRADDOCK in his thick belly. BRADDOCK’s cheeks flush bringing more laughter from the three.
”What’s-a-matter, fatboy? You eat your tongue while stuffin your fat face?!” he says while poking his target in the face. ”C'mon, fatboy, ain't you got nothin to say? Or am I gonna just kick your ass again because I don’t like your fat fuckin fa-" he is stopped my sentence by BRADDOCK’s fist landing flush with his mouth.
Two weeks before, BRADDOCK and Tyler had been walking home from school when Jestin and “Rip" ambushed them in an alley. They sprung out from behind a parked car and jumped both boys. Tyler ended up with a fat lip but BRADDOCK both tasted and pissed blood that night. He swore to himself that night next time would be different. He watched U.F.C. and other fight videos on the internet and learned that those who most often win don’t hesitate, show no fear, and strike both fast and hard.
So when it looked like they were going to get beaten on, again, BRADDOCK decided he would make it worth their while. After splitting Jestin's bottom lip and chipping one of his incisors, he landed a second blow to his unguarded stomach. The blow doubles him over and that’s when Tyler kicks him like his head was a football and he was punting it away on fourth and fourteen.
Rip and Chris are as shocked as Jestin had been and are slow to move. Chris unfreezes and grabs Tyler’s shirt, causing his target to duck and slither out of it, leaving Chis holding an empty “Mossimo" t-shirt. Rip opens his mouth to yell while himself, reaching for BRADDOCK. The boy now known as the “Anti-Icon" lowers his shoulder and plows into Chris's stomach. When his shoulder makes contact with Chris's stomach, he reaches down and grabs Chris behind the knees, and pulls. He tackles Chris with a sloppy double leg takedown but when Chris lands on the ground, he has the wind knocked out from his lungs.
Tyler has landed a kick squarely into Rip's testicles bringing a squeal of pain from the boy while he drops to his knees. When BRADDOCK scrambles back to his feet he is standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Tyler while Jestin has stumbles back to his feet. Blood runs from his busted lip and he spits out a tooth after Tyler's well placed kick. Before Jestin can retaliate, BRADDOCK is swinging for the fences with a looping haymaker and it connects. The pinch lands just under Jestin’s left eye and catches the edge of his nose. Jestin stumbles back a few steps before falling on his ass, blood now streaming from his nose.
The other two bullies crawl to their friend and help him to his feet. When they turn they see the Brothers standing, waiting, and ready. The three bullies retreat, dipping through a hole in the privacy fence and leaving the Brothers to themselves. From that point on, BRADDOCK was never bullied again. Occasionally, as he got older, others would test his might and often ended upon the wrong side of a beating.
****
We cut to right as BRADDOCK storms through the curtain after his match.
Donnie Harris has just attacked him and locked him in a crossface just a few heartbeats after getting rolled up for his first loss in the company. Nevermind the fact it was to a woman literally half his size. No, what really stung (beside the ligaments in his shoulder) was being locked in that submission in the middle of the ring.
The time keeper hammered on the Bell while the official in the ring screamed for Donnie to release the hold. He eventually did and then a whole mess of personnel flooded the ring. Donnie made it out by the skin of his teeth nut a few of the personnel paid for it. Which brings us to now…
BRADDOCK storms through the curtain and grabs the first person he sees; Sammy. He grabs a handful of hair at the back of his head and pulls him face-to-face before bellowing in his face. ”Where the f(bleep!)k is Donnie Harris?!” flecks of spittle erupt from BRADDOCK’s mouth and hit Sammy in the face.
Sammy tries to squirm away and is doubled over by a punch from BRADDOCK. The Anti-Icon shoves Sammy off camera and storms down the hall. Crew members scramble like roaches after a light has been flipped. ”WHERE IS HE?!” DONNIE!!
BRADDOCK approaches a closed, locker room door, and kicks it. After a second brutal kick the door crashes inward, ripping the hinges right out of the frame. BRADDOCK storms into the locker room and let’s out another Primal scream before he turns to face the camera. His chest heaves and pain in his shoulder suddenly flares, causing him to wince, suck air in through clenched teeth, and grab hold of his left shoulder.
”Donnie! Donnie f(bleep!)kin Harris! I am going to break your f(bleep!)kin neck in Philly! You think by jumpin me like some bitch! after my match is gonna help you come ‘And Justice for… Brawl?’ You done f(bleep!)ked up, asshole!” BRADDOCK paces back and forth in the empty locker room, seething with rage.
Medics enter the room and try to approach them but just the look he gives them sends them scattering. He stops his pacing and looks to the camera while clutching his shoulder. ”I am walkin out with that belt, Donnie, and there ain’t a damned thing you can do to stop me. Last Man Standing. That says it all, don’t it?”
He lumber over to and takes a seat on a folding chair. He doubles over, clutching his shoulder, before sitting back up and continuing his rant. ”You’re counting on your endurance and stamina to get you through to the Promised Land. All it is going to do is prolong your beating. If you’re expecting me to run out of gas before I can pin you, you’re dumber than I f(bleep!)kin thought! Like I said, all you did tonight was sign your own death warrant. I don’t like you and was just gonna toss a beating your way, but, now I-ma make a special project out of you. I’ma show the World just how vicious the new World Champ is! And I’m gonna leave you recovering in the I.C.U. when all is said and done.”
Hazel Harper suddenly creeps into the shot. She is approaching BRADDOCK like he was an injured animal she found on a hiking trail. She asks her question before thrusting the mic towards him while leaning away. You can see the mic tremble in her hand. ”B-BRADDOCK? Are you going to be able to compete in your match?” she asks with a voice that's fluttering with nerves.
BRADDOCK glares at her before snorting and then hawking up a wad of phlegm. He spits it on the floor before answering. ”I’m not dead, am I? That punk bitch thinks he was gonna take me out before we can even have our match? Or, maybe, his plan was to weaken my shoulder?! Let me clue you and everyone else out there in on somethin; I am the baddest motherf(bleep!)ker walkin the face of this Earth. The only way I won’t be in Philly to beat his ass is if I am dead!”
Hazel gives a nervous glance back at the camera but inches slightly closer. ”BRADDOCK, ‘Last Man Standing’ leaves it open for you to bring your beloved deathmatch style into Outcast Championship Wrestling. Are we going to see light tunes, or chairs, or tables?”
”Any number of things may end up being used in this match. I will do anything I can to strangle Donnie's potential Championship reign in its crib. He will not be leaving Philly with that belt! I repeat, he will not be leavin Philly as the Champ!”
Hazel takes advantage of his loquaciousness and presses onward with another question. ”Tonight, BRADDOCK, you suffered your first loss to Mika, after she rolled you up. Do you thing, maybe, you overlooked her?” she takes a small step backwards after asking her question.
”I may have been focusing on my match against Dipsh(bleep!)t Donnie. But, make no mistake, I am one hundred percent focused on Donnie. I am takin that strap just so that prick doesn’t have it. ‘Outcast World Champion' has a nice pay bump along with the Infamy.
Donnie has tried before to hold this strap and came up short then. This time won’t be any different. This time he is facin Me. And he has never faced someone like Me in a Last Man Standing match. His failed Mixed Martial Arts career is beginning to parallel his Professional Wrestling career and, soon, he will be jobbin with the likes of that knuckledragger Sammy who I left cryin at Gorilla.
I am goin to lead this company into a new Era! Rather than some pretty boy, some white meat bitch holdin the Companies top Belt, it’ll be me. Tattooed. Loud. Foul mouthed. And a bad attitude to match. I will be a Champion unlike any other this Company has had.” He grins, showing his missing teeth, before continuing. ”I have the face even a Mother couldn’t love. I was born alone and, aside from maybe my brother at my side, I will die alone. But I will be known as the most brutal Outcast Championship Wrestling World Champion. And my Reign of Terror is goin to start with Donnie Harris. Donnie, after I break you, I am gonna hoist that belt above my head and the Fall of Hate will begin!”
BRADDOCK rises from his seat as two medical personnel arrive. His eyes narrow into a glare focused on them but Hazel reasons with him. ”They are not here to hurt you, BRADDOCK. You need to let them check you out so you can fight Donnie at the pay per view…” her voice remained cool, calm, and soft. She’s kinda like Fay Wray with King Kong. He takes a seat and the medics approach him cautiously. ”Hazel Harper here with BRADDOCK and, you heard him! I wouldn’t want to be Donnie Harris at ‘And Justice for… Brawl!’ Select tickets are still available or you can order it on pay-per-view! See you at ‘And Justice for… Brawl!’”
Later Sunday night…
BRADDOCK had his shoulder partially dislocated after his match with Mika and then the ambush by his nemesis, Donnie Harris. Mika had her armbar locked in for quite awhile before Donnie locked in his crossface after a cheapshot knee to the back of his head. He made his way back to his hotel room where his friend, May was waiting patiently. They have been seeing each other for a few weeks now but it’s nothing too serious.
When he enters the room, she has a can of Pabst waiting for him and helps him to the bed (not that he needed it but when a hot blonde offers you accept.) She removes his Doc's from his feet before kissing him on his forehead. She climbs up onto the bed and slips between him and the headboard, forcing him to scorch down a little.
She begins to massage his thick… neck and he lets out a soft groan. On the television, Joaquin Phoenix just shot DeNiro in “The Joker" and the studio audience screams in horror. She kneads the muscles in his neck before carefully working her way down to his injured shoulder, easing up on the pressure as she gets closer to his shoulder. More soft groans and sighs as she works his shoulder over.
Her hands move down to his left shoulder blade and across his broad shoulders. He turns his head to look over his shoulder at her and she leans in and kisses him. Her turn to let out a soft groan when his tongue slips between her lips and traces her tongue. The attack earlier in the evening has completely slipped his mind. Just what May wanted…