Post by BRADDOCK on Sept 25, 2023 20:16:05 GMT -5
Thursday, September 21st, 2023
Minutes after winning the Outcast Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship, BRADDOCK stumbles up the ramp towards the back. The “Boo-Birds” are out in force, showing their dissatisfaction in the Anti-Icon beating Donnie Harris. He makes it to the top of the rampant turns around to face the crowd. He hoists the belt above his head, clasped in both hands, while his eyes are closed and his head tilted back. There is a small contingent of fans who are enthralled with the violent madman.
BRADDOCK turns, letting his arms drop and the belt is held in his left hand as he staggers to the back. He is exhausted from both the match as well as the adrenaline dump when he was announced the winner. The curtains cling to his shoulders as he enters the back. Hazel Harper is there with a camera in tow, looking to get a few quick words with the newly crowned Champ.
She flashes a smile at the camera and has to squint, initially, as the light on the camera is quite bright. ”BRADDOCK! You just won the Outcast World Championship after an absolutely brutal match against Donnie Harris! What are your thoughts?!” she asks, beaming and batting her eyes at the freshly crowned Champ.
BRADDOCK looks exhausted as he looks down at the belt he is holding. He lifts he head and gives a crooked grin to Hazel. ”I don’t know, Hazel. I'm a little shocked, to be honest, and am pretty f(bleep!)kin happy. Donnie put up one Hell of a fight but, in the end, the Curse took him down like it does everyone else. I am the Outcast Championship Wrestling World Champion!” he barks while thrusting the belt into the air.
Hazel smiles a genuine smile, seeing as how these two have a bit of history in his short time with the company. ”Who are you..” she stops herself, biting her lower lip and shaking her head. She lets out a small giggle. ”What I meant was; what are you going to be doing in celebration of your victory tonight?” she asks, batting her eyes while giving him a playful grin.
BRADDOCK slips an arm around her waist. ”I'm hittin the town! You should come with!” he says this and her eyes light up, her grin widens, and she jumps a step back.
”ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” she’s as excited as a Tween girl meeting Taylor Swift.
”Should be fine…” he says with a shrug. Nox and Zephyr enter the shot, drawing a look of disgust from Hazel. Before either of them can say anything, BRADDOCK lets them know his thoughts. ”I specifically told you two to stay out of it! And because of you, an entire sideshow spilled out into my match! Luckily for you two it didn’t cost me!” he barks, visibly pissed.
Nox opens her mouth to answer but is cut off by the Champ. ”I don’t wanna hear whatever bullsh(bleep!)t excuse you got for me! When I say ‘Stay out of it,’ do what I f(bleep!)kin tell ya!”
BRADDOCK storms off before the Asylum can say anything. W
Meanwhile, Hazel excitedly wraps up the segment, barely able to contain her excitement.
Monday September 25th
BRADDOCK has had the weekend for it all to set in. Barely in the business three months and he is already the World Champion if Outcast Championship Wrestling. Never in a million years would he have predicted it happening so soon. But here we are, four days removed from his victory and already things are changing.
His brother, Tyler, who helps handle his booking, had been fielding calls from multiple companies who want to bring in the “Anti-Icon.” And that’s not all; dozens of emails and phone calls from different media outlets and dirtsheets have hit him up as well, all looking to get an interview with the new Champ. And then there’s the boo-birds on websites and other social media, claiming BRADDOCK got lucky and won’t be a Champ for long.
In his personal life, inviting Hazel Harper didn’t go as well as he expected. When May learned he had invited Hazel to join them at dinner in celebration of his victory, May asked if he was serious. He affirmed he was and she scoffed before grabbing her things and storming out of his locker room. She ended up catching an Uber and all of her things were gone from. Their hotel room when he made it back, sometime after four, Friday morning.
Now, it is Monday morning, just past four-thirty in the morning. He is seated on a plush, Grey couch in the Upstart house in Los Angeles. The World Championship belt is propped up on the coffee table in front of him, the lighting casts starbursts off of various points on the belts face. Our Champion is wearing a pair of jeans with numerous holes worn on the knees, upper thighs and around the pockets cuffs. These aren’t some three hundred dollar pair of jeans, purchased with holes created in them. No, these are a pair of Levi’s he has owned for nearly a decade and, if you look close enough, there are several blood stains from wearing them in previous matches. His outfit is completed with a black OCW hoodie and a black stocking cap.
The reason he is up so early is he is a guest on “Wake up, Trenton!”, a morning news and variety show hosted by local news talent Jeremy Simms and Kelcey Waters. The hosts fit the typical news anchor vibe with their unnaturally white teeth and perfect skin and hair. They have been on the air the past half hour and are coming up on their segment where they are going to promote Outcast Wrestling's; Rise.
Kelcey: ”And welcome back! Our next guest is coming to us all the way from Los Angeles, California! It must be early out there!” she says through her porcelain veneers.
”I’m normally gettin to bed about now…”the Champ says, sounding a little irritated.
Jeremy: ”Well, thank you for getting up this early.”
”Or for staying up a little longer!” both hosts cackle at the comment while BRADDOCK looks unamused.
”On October first, your company, the Outcast Championship Wrestling group, will be-" he us cut off by BRADDOCK.
”It's Outcast Championship Wrestling. Not The and it’s not a group. Jesus, do you dolts even do a little research before you open you traps?” Kelcey no sells in an attempt to move the interview back on track.
”What Jeremy was saying is that your company will be here, in Trenton, at the CURE Insurance Arena on October first and that you are facing the Rise Champion in a ‘Champion versus Champion’ match. Are you really facing a woman?” she asks, genuinely shocked.
BRADDOCK nods in affirmation. ”I will be facin Valkyrie Venom, a tough chick who has managed to get her hands on a belt and has had a death grip on it.”
”Are you telling us that you will actually hit her?” he asks, horrified. Again, BRADDOCK nods in affirmation. ”Amazing! We must be talking about some tough women!” Kelcey laughs robotically while BRADDOCK yawns.
”Look, this chick is a tough lady and yes thus far been pretty successful. But she hasn’t ever been in the ring with someone like me. You can see the scars on my forehead. My tattoos. My calloused and scarred knuckles. I’ve been fightin since I was twelve years old. The only difference is now I’m makin some damn good money doin it…”
”Mister, erm, BRADDOCK? Is that right?” BRADDOCK only nods. ”So, BRADDOCK, will you be taking part in the meet-and-greet at the Comic Lair on the first"
Again, BRADDOCK nods in affirmation. ”I’ll be there. The fans will want to meet their World Champion. At least that’s what management has said…”
Both anchors use their best used car salesman grin. ”Wonderful!” she says before Jeremy jumps in. ”Thank you for joining us, BRADDOCK! On Sunday, October first, right here in Trenton, New Jersey, Outcast Championship Wrestling depends upon….”
BRADDOCK shakes his head in tired irritation as he stands up and the feed is ended. He shakes hands with the cameraman before heading out to a chair poolside. Before the interview he brought a small jar of weed and his bong out here. He fellow housemates have been complaining of the smell of his pot smoke. He could care less but doesn’t want to blow an opportunity to win one hundred thousand dollars and elevate his status in the business. He packs a bowl, takes a hit, and leans back into the chair, watching the sky grow pink and the sun begins to crawl towards the horizon.
He replays the events of the past week and still can’t believe he won the World Championship. Donnie fought him with everything he had and, had that Lariat not connected, he knows the outcome could have been different. Coming up first is Valkyrie, a tough bitch to be sure. Then, just days later, Anarchy's monster, Konstantine. He takes another bong rip and enjoys the quiet of the morning…
Minutes after winning the Outcast Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship, BRADDOCK stumbles up the ramp towards the back. The “Boo-Birds” are out in force, showing their dissatisfaction in the Anti-Icon beating Donnie Harris. He makes it to the top of the rampant turns around to face the crowd. He hoists the belt above his head, clasped in both hands, while his eyes are closed and his head tilted back. There is a small contingent of fans who are enthralled with the violent madman.
BRADDOCK turns, letting his arms drop and the belt is held in his left hand as he staggers to the back. He is exhausted from both the match as well as the adrenaline dump when he was announced the winner. The curtains cling to his shoulders as he enters the back. Hazel Harper is there with a camera in tow, looking to get a few quick words with the newly crowned Champ.
She flashes a smile at the camera and has to squint, initially, as the light on the camera is quite bright. ”BRADDOCK! You just won the Outcast World Championship after an absolutely brutal match against Donnie Harris! What are your thoughts?!” she asks, beaming and batting her eyes at the freshly crowned Champ.
BRADDOCK looks exhausted as he looks down at the belt he is holding. He lifts he head and gives a crooked grin to Hazel. ”I don’t know, Hazel. I'm a little shocked, to be honest, and am pretty f(bleep!)kin happy. Donnie put up one Hell of a fight but, in the end, the Curse took him down like it does everyone else. I am the Outcast Championship Wrestling World Champion!” he barks while thrusting the belt into the air.
Hazel smiles a genuine smile, seeing as how these two have a bit of history in his short time with the company. ”Who are you..” she stops herself, biting her lower lip and shaking her head. She lets out a small giggle. ”What I meant was; what are you going to be doing in celebration of your victory tonight?” she asks, batting her eyes while giving him a playful grin.
BRADDOCK slips an arm around her waist. ”I'm hittin the town! You should come with!” he says this and her eyes light up, her grin widens, and she jumps a step back.
”ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” she’s as excited as a Tween girl meeting Taylor Swift.
”Should be fine…” he says with a shrug. Nox and Zephyr enter the shot, drawing a look of disgust from Hazel. Before either of them can say anything, BRADDOCK lets them know his thoughts. ”I specifically told you two to stay out of it! And because of you, an entire sideshow spilled out into my match! Luckily for you two it didn’t cost me!” he barks, visibly pissed.
Nox opens her mouth to answer but is cut off by the Champ. ”I don’t wanna hear whatever bullsh(bleep!)t excuse you got for me! When I say ‘Stay out of it,’ do what I f(bleep!)kin tell ya!”
BRADDOCK storms off before the Asylum can say anything. W
Meanwhile, Hazel excitedly wraps up the segment, barely able to contain her excitement.
Monday September 25th
BRADDOCK has had the weekend for it all to set in. Barely in the business three months and he is already the World Champion if Outcast Championship Wrestling. Never in a million years would he have predicted it happening so soon. But here we are, four days removed from his victory and already things are changing.
His brother, Tyler, who helps handle his booking, had been fielding calls from multiple companies who want to bring in the “Anti-Icon.” And that’s not all; dozens of emails and phone calls from different media outlets and dirtsheets have hit him up as well, all looking to get an interview with the new Champ. And then there’s the boo-birds on websites and other social media, claiming BRADDOCK got lucky and won’t be a Champ for long.
In his personal life, inviting Hazel Harper didn’t go as well as he expected. When May learned he had invited Hazel to join them at dinner in celebration of his victory, May asked if he was serious. He affirmed he was and she scoffed before grabbing her things and storming out of his locker room. She ended up catching an Uber and all of her things were gone from. Their hotel room when he made it back, sometime after four, Friday morning.
Now, it is Monday morning, just past four-thirty in the morning. He is seated on a plush, Grey couch in the Upstart house in Los Angeles. The World Championship belt is propped up on the coffee table in front of him, the lighting casts starbursts off of various points on the belts face. Our Champion is wearing a pair of jeans with numerous holes worn on the knees, upper thighs and around the pockets cuffs. These aren’t some three hundred dollar pair of jeans, purchased with holes created in them. No, these are a pair of Levi’s he has owned for nearly a decade and, if you look close enough, there are several blood stains from wearing them in previous matches. His outfit is completed with a black OCW hoodie and a black stocking cap.
The reason he is up so early is he is a guest on “Wake up, Trenton!”, a morning news and variety show hosted by local news talent Jeremy Simms and Kelcey Waters. The hosts fit the typical news anchor vibe with their unnaturally white teeth and perfect skin and hair. They have been on the air the past half hour and are coming up on their segment where they are going to promote Outcast Wrestling's; Rise.
Kelcey: ”And welcome back! Our next guest is coming to us all the way from Los Angeles, California! It must be early out there!” she says through her porcelain veneers.
”I’m normally gettin to bed about now…”the Champ says, sounding a little irritated.
Jeremy: ”Well, thank you for getting up this early.”
”Or for staying up a little longer!” both hosts cackle at the comment while BRADDOCK looks unamused.
”On October first, your company, the Outcast Championship Wrestling group, will be-" he us cut off by BRADDOCK.
”It's Outcast Championship Wrestling. Not The and it’s not a group. Jesus, do you dolts even do a little research before you open you traps?” Kelcey no sells in an attempt to move the interview back on track.
”What Jeremy was saying is that your company will be here, in Trenton, at the CURE Insurance Arena on October first and that you are facing the Rise Champion in a ‘Champion versus Champion’ match. Are you really facing a woman?” she asks, genuinely shocked.
BRADDOCK nods in affirmation. ”I will be facin Valkyrie Venom, a tough chick who has managed to get her hands on a belt and has had a death grip on it.”
”Are you telling us that you will actually hit her?” he asks, horrified. Again, BRADDOCK nods in affirmation. ”Amazing! We must be talking about some tough women!” Kelcey laughs robotically while BRADDOCK yawns.
”Look, this chick is a tough lady and yes thus far been pretty successful. But she hasn’t ever been in the ring with someone like me. You can see the scars on my forehead. My tattoos. My calloused and scarred knuckles. I’ve been fightin since I was twelve years old. The only difference is now I’m makin some damn good money doin it…”
”Mister, erm, BRADDOCK? Is that right?” BRADDOCK only nods. ”So, BRADDOCK, will you be taking part in the meet-and-greet at the Comic Lair on the first"
Again, BRADDOCK nods in affirmation. ”I’ll be there. The fans will want to meet their World Champion. At least that’s what management has said…”
Both anchors use their best used car salesman grin. ”Wonderful!” she says before Jeremy jumps in. ”Thank you for joining us, BRADDOCK! On Sunday, October first, right here in Trenton, New Jersey, Outcast Championship Wrestling depends upon….”
BRADDOCK shakes his head in tired irritation as he stands up and the feed is ended. He shakes hands with the cameraman before heading out to a chair poolside. Before the interview he brought a small jar of weed and his bong out here. He fellow housemates have been complaining of the smell of his pot smoke. He could care less but doesn’t want to blow an opportunity to win one hundred thousand dollars and elevate his status in the business. He packs a bowl, takes a hit, and leans back into the chair, watching the sky grow pink and the sun begins to crawl towards the horizon.
He replays the events of the past week and still can’t believe he won the World Championship. Donnie fought him with everything he had and, had that Lariat not connected, he knows the outcome could have been different. Coming up first is Valkyrie, a tough bitch to be sure. Then, just days later, Anarchy's monster, Konstantine. He takes another bong rip and enjoys the quiet of the morning…