Post by BRADDOCK on Nov 19, 2023 18:55:01 GMT -5
Wednesday November Eighth
The day started out like any other. He woke up and shuffled out to his kitchen in his boxers. He checked his phone to confirm he had the day off and fetched an ice cold Pabst Blue Ribbon tallboy (the was also a flat of Mickies “grenades,” the squat bottles of malt liquor they are famous for.) Looking at his phone he discovered a missed message On “X,” or Twitter, or whatever ]i]you[/i] call it. Usually it’s a fan messaging him to either talk shit or invite him to a party. The latter option was usually a frat boy wanting him to come to an “Epic Party bro!” but, occasionally, it’s a ring rat wanting to hang out.
So, he checked the message, hoping it was a ring rat. It wasn’t. It was, however, a beautiful woman who wanted to talk. So he replied. And over the next hour and a half, or so, they chatted. He learned she used to be a wrestler herself and is a multi-time Champion herself. And before too long, she was inviting him to come hang out in Miami and after a quick Uber ride, he was flying business class on a Kayfabe Airlines flight out of Sacramento.
She picked him up at the airport and whisked him away, back to her home. They shared a few drinks and a bowl or two of the finest cannabis Florida's black Market offered before they ended up in bed together. They just clicked. In every aspect of life, they seemed to be created for each other. So when she proposed heading to Vegas, that night, and tie the knot… He couldn’t say no.
And so they caught a flight to Vegas and headed straight for the Velvet Rabbit. Candice Wolf-Page wasn’t available to officiate but the minister on duty did a great job himself. They said their vows, kissed and headed straight for the “Honeymoon Suite,” where the spent the rest of the night consummating their union. The Bruja and the Beast…
Now, just over a week later, and they still click. Their bond has grown stronger by the minute and she seems to be the piece within him that he was missing. And as far as he can tell, he is her missing piece as well. She has been added to his ring entrance and her presence at ringside will only make facing him that much more daunting.
And, even in loss, she lifted him up. She refused to let Toxicita pinning Leviathan get him down and kept his mind on his next match; a cage match against the woman who pinned Leviathan in their recent meeting. She is a fellow Champion, she reminds him, but Toxi isn’t THE Champion. HE is…
”Seriously, her biggest ‘insult' is that you drink? She’s not even half your size, my Love. And while size doesn’t mean everything, in this case, it means a lot. She’s in a Cage match with You, not the other way around. Go out there and do your thing…” she said, caressing his face before giving him a kiss. She smiled at him and their eyes met. ”You’re my Husband and a badass war machine. She doesn’t know what she is in for.”
His own smile causes hers to grow a little bigger. He feels it within him, the protective walls he had up, coming down. She felt it within herself as well. They have known each other little more than a week but their love is real, and growing stronger by the minute. She turns to go into the kitchen and he is up, on his feet, behind her. His arms wrap around her, pulling her against him, allowing him to kiss her on the neck behind her left ear.
A sigh turns into a quick little whimper. He can feel her body melt against him while his lips explore her hairline along the back of her neck, planting kisses as he goes. Her body shivers and gooseflesh prickles hers arms and legs. She turns to face him and their eyes only meet briefly but they both see, and feel, the passion between them.
He took her right there on the kitchen floor. They click in every part of their relationship. They can communicate with ease. They enjoy just spending time alone with each other. She loves tattoos and he loves giving them. You name it and they click like they were created for each other. Married is one thing he never expected to happen to him. But then again, he never thought he would be World Champion within his first six months of wrestling.
Friday, November seventeenth
A camera opens on BRADDOCK sitting on a set of Ring steps that lead to an empty ring. Shadows cling to most everything behind him, save for a single light shining in the center of the ring. A light must be on, somewhere, behind the camera, because it casts a soft glow which illuminates his face. “Dirtbag" is written across the chest of his black t-shirt in bold, blocky white letters and scuffed Doc Martin’s adorn his feet.
A raven haired Succubus slinks past the camera in a pair of black, vinyl pants, knee high stiletto boots and a black vinyl top that resembles a strapless bra more than a shirt. Her lips are ruby red and her blue-green eyes shine in what little light is behind the camera. But, more importantly, the Outcast World Heavyweight Championship belt is on her left shoulder. BRADDOCK has swiveled his head to smile at his bride and takes the belt from her before placing it in his lap.
Her right hand slowly moves around his back, just her fingertips dance across his back, before her hand ends up on the back of his neck. She directs a sinister grin at the camera while her hand massages his neck. BRADDOCK is staring daggers through the lens. His contempt for Toxicita is obvious.
”The self-righteous, straight edge Champ says I repeat myself. Spent half of her promo talkin bout how I repeat the same thing over-and-over while, at the same time doin the exact same thing herself. Cryin and snivelin that a grown ass man like to drink.” he scoffs and shakes his head while his bride pats him on the back. ”Doin exactly what you accused me of doin. You straight edge hypocrites are all the same. Now you won yourself a belt and have proclaimed yourself both savior and sheriff and you’re gonna clean this place up.” he says with a laugh. He and his bride both roll their eyes. ”You haven’t even defended your belt yet but, already, you’re ego has gotten bigger than your head and you think you’re better than the rest of the roster.
See, you bag on me because I enjoy drinking, because I don’t have the body of a Greek God, and I am heavily tattooed. Have you even looked at our viewing audience? A majority of them look more like me, than you, and I give them all hope. Hope that they too can be something more, despite what the ’beautiful' people say. They hear you talking about my drinking and how I’m fat and an embarrassment to the Title and Company… and then they look at themselves. You might as well be talking about them.”
Salem nods ”That’s right.” she says, rubbing the back of his neck. ”All of your whining and crying is moot, anyways. At the end of the day, no matter how many times you run off at the mouth about my drinking or my physique, with each pitiful insult you attempt to hurt me with, the facts remain unchanged. I am the Outcast Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. So, keep cryin. It ain’t changin anything. All it does is make you sound like a whining lil bitch.” he rises from the ring steps and slings the belt up onto his right shoulder, glaring at the camera. Salem pecks him softly on the cheek before her steely gaze also turns to the camera.
”All your experience. All your hard fought victories mean nothin. I am unlike anyone you have ever faced. I don’t give a f(bleep!)k if I win or lose so long as I get to fight and I get to hurt whomever is across the ring from me. This week that’s you and there won’t be a third person for you to pin and squeak out a win.”
”In a cage….” she coo’s in his ear. He turns his head, slightly, and gives her the side-eye and a grin.
”My Queen just reminded me; we are gonna be meetin within the confines of a steel cage. Two of us enter but only one is leavin. You’re enterin the suburbs of my World, the World of Ultraviolence, a place you have apparently only visited over the course of your career. Me? I’ve wallowed in it. I live and breathe deathmatches and the like. A cage match is a walk in the park…”
The scene fades out as the Champ, and his new Bride, walk past the camera, her right arm entwined with his left. The shot goes black while the sounds of their footsteps is the only thing that can be heard.
The day started out like any other. He woke up and shuffled out to his kitchen in his boxers. He checked his phone to confirm he had the day off and fetched an ice cold Pabst Blue Ribbon tallboy (the was also a flat of Mickies “grenades,” the squat bottles of malt liquor they are famous for.) Looking at his phone he discovered a missed message On “X,” or Twitter, or whatever ]i]you[/i] call it. Usually it’s a fan messaging him to either talk shit or invite him to a party. The latter option was usually a frat boy wanting him to come to an “Epic Party bro!” but, occasionally, it’s a ring rat wanting to hang out.
So, he checked the message, hoping it was a ring rat. It wasn’t. It was, however, a beautiful woman who wanted to talk. So he replied. And over the next hour and a half, or so, they chatted. He learned she used to be a wrestler herself and is a multi-time Champion herself. And before too long, she was inviting him to come hang out in Miami and after a quick Uber ride, he was flying business class on a Kayfabe Airlines flight out of Sacramento.
She picked him up at the airport and whisked him away, back to her home. They shared a few drinks and a bowl or two of the finest cannabis Florida's black Market offered before they ended up in bed together. They just clicked. In every aspect of life, they seemed to be created for each other. So when she proposed heading to Vegas, that night, and tie the knot… He couldn’t say no.
And so they caught a flight to Vegas and headed straight for the Velvet Rabbit. Candice Wolf-Page wasn’t available to officiate but the minister on duty did a great job himself. They said their vows, kissed and headed straight for the “Honeymoon Suite,” where the spent the rest of the night consummating their union. The Bruja and the Beast…
Now, just over a week later, and they still click. Their bond has grown stronger by the minute and she seems to be the piece within him that he was missing. And as far as he can tell, he is her missing piece as well. She has been added to his ring entrance and her presence at ringside will only make facing him that much more daunting.
And, even in loss, she lifted him up. She refused to let Toxicita pinning Leviathan get him down and kept his mind on his next match; a cage match against the woman who pinned Leviathan in their recent meeting. She is a fellow Champion, she reminds him, but Toxi isn’t THE Champion. HE is…
”Seriously, her biggest ‘insult' is that you drink? She’s not even half your size, my Love. And while size doesn’t mean everything, in this case, it means a lot. She’s in a Cage match with You, not the other way around. Go out there and do your thing…” she said, caressing his face before giving him a kiss. She smiled at him and their eyes met. ”You’re my Husband and a badass war machine. She doesn’t know what she is in for.”
His own smile causes hers to grow a little bigger. He feels it within him, the protective walls he had up, coming down. She felt it within herself as well. They have known each other little more than a week but their love is real, and growing stronger by the minute. She turns to go into the kitchen and he is up, on his feet, behind her. His arms wrap around her, pulling her against him, allowing him to kiss her on the neck behind her left ear.
A sigh turns into a quick little whimper. He can feel her body melt against him while his lips explore her hairline along the back of her neck, planting kisses as he goes. Her body shivers and gooseflesh prickles hers arms and legs. She turns to face him and their eyes only meet briefly but they both see, and feel, the passion between them.
He took her right there on the kitchen floor. They click in every part of their relationship. They can communicate with ease. They enjoy just spending time alone with each other. She loves tattoos and he loves giving them. You name it and they click like they were created for each other. Married is one thing he never expected to happen to him. But then again, he never thought he would be World Champion within his first six months of wrestling.
Friday, November seventeenth
A camera opens on BRADDOCK sitting on a set of Ring steps that lead to an empty ring. Shadows cling to most everything behind him, save for a single light shining in the center of the ring. A light must be on, somewhere, behind the camera, because it casts a soft glow which illuminates his face. “Dirtbag" is written across the chest of his black t-shirt in bold, blocky white letters and scuffed Doc Martin’s adorn his feet.
A raven haired Succubus slinks past the camera in a pair of black, vinyl pants, knee high stiletto boots and a black vinyl top that resembles a strapless bra more than a shirt. Her lips are ruby red and her blue-green eyes shine in what little light is behind the camera. But, more importantly, the Outcast World Heavyweight Championship belt is on her left shoulder. BRADDOCK has swiveled his head to smile at his bride and takes the belt from her before placing it in his lap.
Her right hand slowly moves around his back, just her fingertips dance across his back, before her hand ends up on the back of his neck. She directs a sinister grin at the camera while her hand massages his neck. BRADDOCK is staring daggers through the lens. His contempt for Toxicita is obvious.
”The self-righteous, straight edge Champ says I repeat myself. Spent half of her promo talkin bout how I repeat the same thing over-and-over while, at the same time doin the exact same thing herself. Cryin and snivelin that a grown ass man like to drink.” he scoffs and shakes his head while his bride pats him on the back. ”Doin exactly what you accused me of doin. You straight edge hypocrites are all the same. Now you won yourself a belt and have proclaimed yourself both savior and sheriff and you’re gonna clean this place up.” he says with a laugh. He and his bride both roll their eyes. ”You haven’t even defended your belt yet but, already, you’re ego has gotten bigger than your head and you think you’re better than the rest of the roster.
See, you bag on me because I enjoy drinking, because I don’t have the body of a Greek God, and I am heavily tattooed. Have you even looked at our viewing audience? A majority of them look more like me, than you, and I give them all hope. Hope that they too can be something more, despite what the ’beautiful' people say. They hear you talking about my drinking and how I’m fat and an embarrassment to the Title and Company… and then they look at themselves. You might as well be talking about them.”
Salem nods ”That’s right.” she says, rubbing the back of his neck. ”All of your whining and crying is moot, anyways. At the end of the day, no matter how many times you run off at the mouth about my drinking or my physique, with each pitiful insult you attempt to hurt me with, the facts remain unchanged. I am the Outcast Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. So, keep cryin. It ain’t changin anything. All it does is make you sound like a whining lil bitch.” he rises from the ring steps and slings the belt up onto his right shoulder, glaring at the camera. Salem pecks him softly on the cheek before her steely gaze also turns to the camera.
”All your experience. All your hard fought victories mean nothin. I am unlike anyone you have ever faced. I don’t give a f(bleep!)k if I win or lose so long as I get to fight and I get to hurt whomever is across the ring from me. This week that’s you and there won’t be a third person for you to pin and squeak out a win.”
”In a cage….” she coo’s in his ear. He turns his head, slightly, and gives her the side-eye and a grin.
”My Queen just reminded me; we are gonna be meetin within the confines of a steel cage. Two of us enter but only one is leavin. You’re enterin the suburbs of my World, the World of Ultraviolence, a place you have apparently only visited over the course of your career. Me? I’ve wallowed in it. I live and breathe deathmatches and the like. A cage match is a walk in the park…”
The scene fades out as the Champ, and his new Bride, walk past the camera, her right arm entwined with his left. The shot goes black while the sounds of their footsteps is the only thing that can be heard.