Post by BRADDOCK on Sept 29, 2023 0:17:14 GMT -5
Thursday September 28th
The camera opens on BRADDOCK and Hazel Harper sitting across from each other in a booth somewhere. The tabletop is scarred with gouges, scratches, and people’s initials as well as sever spots where a piece of sandpaper wad used to remove whatever graffiti was applied. A dim light hangs between them about two and a half feet above the table. The rest of the background is shrouded in shadows.
Hazel is wearing a cute top and Rock Revival jeans while BRADDOCK is wearing a faded Korn t-shirt, a backwards Dodgers hat, his glasses, and baggy jeans.
A woman walks into the shot carrying a tray with a few drinks; a Mohito for her and a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon and a shot of gold colored liquor for him. Before the woman can get out of the shot, BRADDOCK has thrown back the shot and pops the top on the Pabst and uses it to wash the shot down. Hazel takes a sip of her drink and gives him an approving smile before looking to the camera with a coy smile on her lips.
”Thank you for joining me this evening, Outcast Wrestling fans! As you know, I am Hazel Harper and I am honored and blessed to be sitting her with our undisputed World Champion, BRADDOCK.” there is almost breathlessly. ”BRADDOCK, thank you for joining me this evening for a drink or two.”
He smirks and his head bobs up and down as he nods. ”It’s my pleasure, Hazel.” his voice is a soft gravelly grumble.
”Let’s jump right in, shall we? On October first, in the CURE Insurance Arena in Trenton, New Jersey, you face the Elevate Champion, Valkyrie Venom. A promotion clip of hers has aired where she talks about you and the upcoming match the two of you are going to have. She-"
BRADDOCK slams his fist on the table, making their glasses jump, and cuts Hazel off. ”First off; the Asylum pays me, well. Not the other way around. They pay Me…. F(bleep!)kin ingrates. I told the two of them to stay in the back, I didn’t need their help and I proved that at ‘And Justice for…. Brawl.’ The Asylum did come out but were promptly dispatched by Synn and her flunky.
And second; You spent a few minutes makin all kinds of accusations about me. When I heard all you had to say I looked at my brother and said ‘What is she gonna say next, the Sun will rise tomorrow?’” he says with a laugh. ”Let’s see here, she said I’m an alcoholic, drug addict who likes p(bleep!)y and money. Let’s break it down, shall we?”
BRADDOCK stands up in his seat in the booth the best he can and yanks up his t-shirt, exposing his belly and the ink etched into his skin. He points at one of the tattoos in particular. ”You see this, you dumb twat? It says ‘DRUNK’ for a reason. BECAUSE I’M A DRUNK!” he yells suddenly while slumping down in the booth.
”Then you accused me of bein a ‘drug addict.’ Far from it, in fact. Once upon a time, I may have been one, but now all I do is smoke weed and occasionally fry on shrooms or D.M.T. Not exactly the ‘hard drugs' you wanted to make me out to be usin.
And as for women ad sex; who the f(bleep!)k doesn’t like sex?! Maybe you should go out an get laid; be it a man, woman, or battery operated device. Just because you are a prude who's cooch is as barren and dry as the Sahara, doesn’t mean the rest of us are sexually frustrated.” he says, causing Hazel's jaw to drop.
”Ya know, I don’t see what anything about my private life has to do with our match. To me, it sounds like you’re jealous. Why? You’re not bad lookin… quit bein a c(bleep!)nt and maybe someone will throw some d(bleep!)k your way.
But, again, none of that really has anything to do with our match. Not the fact that Nox and Zephyr have a listening problem. Not my vices. Not that you’re a f(bleep!)kin prude! Valkyrie, on the first, in Trenton, New Jersey, I’m gonna show you why I am the Undisputed World Champion.”
He takes a drink from his beer and the waitress enters the picture with another shot for BRADDOCK, this one a double.
”Valkyrie made lots of claims and accusations in her promotion the other day. She mentioned how she won her belt and how you ’don’t have the brains' to hold your Championship. Thoughts?” she asks before taking a drink from her mojito.
He throws the double back and scoffs and shakes his head slowly ”She can run that c(bleep!)k-holster all she wants but we are in a ring, fighting. Not facing off on Jeopardy. I’ve only lost one match for a reason, Val. At Rise, you are gonna learn why, the hard way. You’ll just be another victim of the Curse.”
He tips his head back and drains the can of Pabst. He belches while crushing the can against his head. In the background, “Welcome to the Jungle" has been picked on the jukebox. The waitress returns with another can of Pabst and one more double.
”How does it feel to be the Undisputed World Champion?” she asks before taking a drink.
The Champ shrugs with a grin curling his lips. ”To be honest, I am still kinda shocked that I am. Ya know, Hazel, I never worried about winning any belts when I got into the business. I just wanted to fight and get paid. And when I thought about winnin a belt, I thought it would be like the Elevate Championship; a second tier belt.
But then it was announced I would be facin my rival, Donnie Harris, for the Belt. Yeah, I beat the piss out of everyone put in front of me, but, this was different. Donnie has an Amateur Mixed Martial Arts pedigree and that alone makes him dangerous. But I showed the World that I am the real f(bleep!)kin deal!” he says before throwing the shot back.
”One more thing, BRADDOCK; what do you think about all of the new faces arriving in Outcast Championship Wrestling?”
His tongue slowly moves across his lips as he chooses his words. ”There have been a few people who have arrived here. They showed up here wanting my World Championship. But they ain’t the only ones I need to watch our for. There are already more than a few sharks cruising the roster. Guys like Konstantine, Johnny, Donnie Harris, and Colossus. And I am ready to Curse each and every single one of em.” he takes a drink from his Pabst and their eyes meet.
She gets a little bashful and gives his a quick smile before looking away and covers her mouth. He continues to smile at her and takes another drink of his Pabst. She composes herself quickly and flashes a smile for the camera.
”Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with our World Champion, BRADDOCK, and we just heard his thoughts on Valkyrie’s promotional video on their upcoming match. And, as always, he had some controversial opinions. If you haven’t gotten your ticket, or you don’t live in the Trenton area, tune in Sunday, October first to O.C.W. Rise! Until then, stay safe and kick some ass!”
The cameras stop rolling, and the crew departs, leaving BRADDOCK and Hazel at the bar. They have another drink before leaving together for a nearby Hilton. In the back of his mind, he is still gob smacked that he is the World Champion. Never did he imagine he would hold any belt during his rookie year let alone the World Championship.
The following morning, they check out from the Hilton and, after a parting kiss, they go their separate ways. Hazel heads to wherever her next interview is and BRADDOCK heads back to the Upstart House where he is currently staying. When he makes it back to the House, he promptly heads poolside with a beer and a joint.
He calls his brother, Tyler, and learns all of his upcoming flights have been booked through Kayfabe Airlines. Chicago, Trenton, Worcester, Singapore, and London are all in his future. His stock has skyrocketed here in Outcast Championship Wrestling as well as several other companies and they are willing to fly him around the World.
He learned an important lesson in his match with Mika; never look past the opponent in front of you. He lights his joint with an old Bic he found in the glove box in his car. He takes a deep pull from the joint, his first one of the day, and feels the creeping fingers of his high crawling across his brain like spiders. ”There’s that magical feeling…” he whispers as he leans back in the outdoor chase lounge.
He takes another pull from the joint, the wax concentrate he ground up with the bud kicks in and his eye lids feel like they have small weights attached to them, trying to pull them closed. A goofy grin curls his lips while those weights win and his eye lids are pulled shut. The joint continues to burn for a minute or so before it snuffs itself out. The beer remains on the ground next to his shoes, condensation dripping down the outside and forming a small puddle around the base.
Life is hard when you’re the World Champ. In just a few hours he will be hitting the weights before getting a round of acupuncture. Like Konstantine said; he has a bulls eye on his back and he knows it. New talent added to the mix with the killers already on the Companies stacked roster. He’s gonna have his hands full and some of the toughest challenges if his life.
But that’s why he’s the World Champion. He is the White Trash Berserker and now that he has the World Championship he has no intentions of letting it go. Outcast Championship Wrestling has a new King and all the rest will bend the knee or face the consequences.
The camera opens on BRADDOCK and Hazel Harper sitting across from each other in a booth somewhere. The tabletop is scarred with gouges, scratches, and people’s initials as well as sever spots where a piece of sandpaper wad used to remove whatever graffiti was applied. A dim light hangs between them about two and a half feet above the table. The rest of the background is shrouded in shadows.
Hazel is wearing a cute top and Rock Revival jeans while BRADDOCK is wearing a faded Korn t-shirt, a backwards Dodgers hat, his glasses, and baggy jeans.
A woman walks into the shot carrying a tray with a few drinks; a Mohito for her and a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon and a shot of gold colored liquor for him. Before the woman can get out of the shot, BRADDOCK has thrown back the shot and pops the top on the Pabst and uses it to wash the shot down. Hazel takes a sip of her drink and gives him an approving smile before looking to the camera with a coy smile on her lips.
”Thank you for joining me this evening, Outcast Wrestling fans! As you know, I am Hazel Harper and I am honored and blessed to be sitting her with our undisputed World Champion, BRADDOCK.” there is almost breathlessly. ”BRADDOCK, thank you for joining me this evening for a drink or two.”
He smirks and his head bobs up and down as he nods. ”It’s my pleasure, Hazel.” his voice is a soft gravelly grumble.
”Let’s jump right in, shall we? On October first, in the CURE Insurance Arena in Trenton, New Jersey, you face the Elevate Champion, Valkyrie Venom. A promotion clip of hers has aired where she talks about you and the upcoming match the two of you are going to have. She-"
BRADDOCK slams his fist on the table, making their glasses jump, and cuts Hazel off. ”First off; the Asylum pays me, well. Not the other way around. They pay Me…. F(bleep!)kin ingrates. I told the two of them to stay in the back, I didn’t need their help and I proved that at ‘And Justice for…. Brawl.’ The Asylum did come out but were promptly dispatched by Synn and her flunky.
And second; You spent a few minutes makin all kinds of accusations about me. When I heard all you had to say I looked at my brother and said ‘What is she gonna say next, the Sun will rise tomorrow?’” he says with a laugh. ”Let’s see here, she said I’m an alcoholic, drug addict who likes p(bleep!)y and money. Let’s break it down, shall we?”
BRADDOCK stands up in his seat in the booth the best he can and yanks up his t-shirt, exposing his belly and the ink etched into his skin. He points at one of the tattoos in particular. ”You see this, you dumb twat? It says ‘DRUNK’ for a reason. BECAUSE I’M A DRUNK!” he yells suddenly while slumping down in the booth.
”Then you accused me of bein a ‘drug addict.’ Far from it, in fact. Once upon a time, I may have been one, but now all I do is smoke weed and occasionally fry on shrooms or D.M.T. Not exactly the ‘hard drugs' you wanted to make me out to be usin.
And as for women ad sex; who the f(bleep!)k doesn’t like sex?! Maybe you should go out an get laid; be it a man, woman, or battery operated device. Just because you are a prude who's cooch is as barren and dry as the Sahara, doesn’t mean the rest of us are sexually frustrated.” he says, causing Hazel's jaw to drop.
”Ya know, I don’t see what anything about my private life has to do with our match. To me, it sounds like you’re jealous. Why? You’re not bad lookin… quit bein a c(bleep!)nt and maybe someone will throw some d(bleep!)k your way.
But, again, none of that really has anything to do with our match. Not the fact that Nox and Zephyr have a listening problem. Not my vices. Not that you’re a f(bleep!)kin prude! Valkyrie, on the first, in Trenton, New Jersey, I’m gonna show you why I am the Undisputed World Champion.”
He takes a drink from his beer and the waitress enters the picture with another shot for BRADDOCK, this one a double.
”Valkyrie made lots of claims and accusations in her promotion the other day. She mentioned how she won her belt and how you ’don’t have the brains' to hold your Championship. Thoughts?” she asks before taking a drink from her mojito.
He throws the double back and scoffs and shakes his head slowly ”She can run that c(bleep!)k-holster all she wants but we are in a ring, fighting. Not facing off on Jeopardy. I’ve only lost one match for a reason, Val. At Rise, you are gonna learn why, the hard way. You’ll just be another victim of the Curse.”
He tips his head back and drains the can of Pabst. He belches while crushing the can against his head. In the background, “Welcome to the Jungle" has been picked on the jukebox. The waitress returns with another can of Pabst and one more double.
”How does it feel to be the Undisputed World Champion?” she asks before taking a drink.
The Champ shrugs with a grin curling his lips. ”To be honest, I am still kinda shocked that I am. Ya know, Hazel, I never worried about winning any belts when I got into the business. I just wanted to fight and get paid. And when I thought about winnin a belt, I thought it would be like the Elevate Championship; a second tier belt.
But then it was announced I would be facin my rival, Donnie Harris, for the Belt. Yeah, I beat the piss out of everyone put in front of me, but, this was different. Donnie has an Amateur Mixed Martial Arts pedigree and that alone makes him dangerous. But I showed the World that I am the real f(bleep!)kin deal!” he says before throwing the shot back.
”One more thing, BRADDOCK; what do you think about all of the new faces arriving in Outcast Championship Wrestling?”
His tongue slowly moves across his lips as he chooses his words. ”There have been a few people who have arrived here. They showed up here wanting my World Championship. But they ain’t the only ones I need to watch our for. There are already more than a few sharks cruising the roster. Guys like Konstantine, Johnny, Donnie Harris, and Colossus. And I am ready to Curse each and every single one of em.” he takes a drink from his Pabst and their eyes meet.
She gets a little bashful and gives his a quick smile before looking away and covers her mouth. He continues to smile at her and takes another drink of his Pabst. She composes herself quickly and flashes a smile for the camera.
”Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with our World Champion, BRADDOCK, and we just heard his thoughts on Valkyrie’s promotional video on their upcoming match. And, as always, he had some controversial opinions. If you haven’t gotten your ticket, or you don’t live in the Trenton area, tune in Sunday, October first to O.C.W. Rise! Until then, stay safe and kick some ass!”
The cameras stop rolling, and the crew departs, leaving BRADDOCK and Hazel at the bar. They have another drink before leaving together for a nearby Hilton. In the back of his mind, he is still gob smacked that he is the World Champion. Never did he imagine he would hold any belt during his rookie year let alone the World Championship.
The following morning, they check out from the Hilton and, after a parting kiss, they go their separate ways. Hazel heads to wherever her next interview is and BRADDOCK heads back to the Upstart House where he is currently staying. When he makes it back to the House, he promptly heads poolside with a beer and a joint.
He calls his brother, Tyler, and learns all of his upcoming flights have been booked through Kayfabe Airlines. Chicago, Trenton, Worcester, Singapore, and London are all in his future. His stock has skyrocketed here in Outcast Championship Wrestling as well as several other companies and they are willing to fly him around the World.
He learned an important lesson in his match with Mika; never look past the opponent in front of you. He lights his joint with an old Bic he found in the glove box in his car. He takes a deep pull from the joint, his first one of the day, and feels the creeping fingers of his high crawling across his brain like spiders. ”There’s that magical feeling…” he whispers as he leans back in the outdoor chase lounge.
He takes another pull from the joint, the wax concentrate he ground up with the bud kicks in and his eye lids feel like they have small weights attached to them, trying to pull them closed. A goofy grin curls his lips while those weights win and his eye lids are pulled shut. The joint continues to burn for a minute or so before it snuffs itself out. The beer remains on the ground next to his shoes, condensation dripping down the outside and forming a small puddle around the base.
Life is hard when you’re the World Champ. In just a few hours he will be hitting the weights before getting a round of acupuncture. Like Konstantine said; he has a bulls eye on his back and he knows it. New talent added to the mix with the killers already on the Companies stacked roster. He’s gonna have his hands full and some of the toughest challenges if his life.
But that’s why he’s the World Champion. He is the White Trash Berserker and now that he has the World Championship he has no intentions of letting it go. Outcast Championship Wrestling has a new King and all the rest will bend the knee or face the consequences.