Post by BRADDOCK on Jun 25, 2024 22:40:54 GMT -5
He has spent the past four and a half hours doing the line work and some shading on a piece for a new client in his converted dining room/tattoo studio. The piece is of a demons growling face and hand with the finger beckoning the viewer. It covers a large part of her thigh and crawls up and across her left button cheek. He finally sets down the tattoo machine and stands up, stretching, causing his back to fire off several pops. She poses in front of a full length mirror and admires BRADDOCK’s handiwork. A smile stretches from ear-to-ear.
"I LOVE IT!" she declares. "It's going to look so fucking fire when it's done!" she exclames as she gingerly pulls on a pair of cut off "Miss Me' jean shorts. She is a perky, and cute, early twentysomething and is now eyeing BRADDOCK with the eyes of a hungry wolf. "So, what are you doing tonight? Want to go to dinner and maybe hit a club?"
He grins and gives a quick shake of his head. "I'd love to but I already have plans."
Her lip protrudes in an exaggerated pout, complete with puppy-dog eyes, before letting out a sigh. "Fine… So, when should I come back to finish?" she asks. He can tell by the look in her eyes that she hasn't given up on the thought of going out with him but will wait till another day.
"I'll send you a date in about three weeks and we will bust out all tha coloring and shading. It'll look bad ass when it's finished. he says, matter-of-factly.
"I work Tuesday through Saturday nights at Grade A Gentlemen's Club… if you ever want to come in… I'll give you a free dance.." she says with a wink as she places a stack of cash on the small shelf that runs along the wall of the studio/dining room. "Maybe I'll see you around…."
BRADDOCK shrugs. "Maybe. Don't forget to wash that in about an hour and then use Aquafor like last time."
She leaves, shaking her ass in hopes that he might be watching her leave. He's not…
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A camera opens on the upper backside of BRADDOCK. The sound of a steady stream of liquid hitting the ground can be heard along with his mischievous chuckle along with the breeze dancing through the leaves of the nearby trees. On the back of his hoodie, written in a graffiti style script, is the word "Berserker."
The camera pulls back to show BRADDOCK is urinating on what appears to be a grave. The camera tights on the headstone where the name "Imaginary Yorkie" is written. When the camera pulls back, BRADDOCK is now facing the camera with a smirk curling the left corner of his mouth. The camera stays with him as he makes his way over to a nearby bench and takes a seat.
"Fuck Justin York and his imaginary kid. And while we are at it, fuck that Fentanyl junkie who had the nerve to act like he is holier than anyone. Go suck some more dick for another hit you piece of shit." he says with a chuckle. "Now, I fully expect tha cool kids to band together and stir up a bunch of shit because of what I just said ,but, they can go suck some dick right along side Knox. Bitching about me while siding with a liar and a junkie ain't makin you look tha best, either. Now, fuck them, and let's get on to business involving E.P.W."
He leans back and stretches his arms across the top of the back of the bench. "I have seen tha promo clip from our opponents and, frankly, I'm unimpressed. I thought ol lady Synn woulda brought more fire, more piss and vinegar, but I guess my boy Chevy and that pretty boy fuck, Davenport, don't rate high enough on your scorecard to get your dander up. I heard what ya said. Same shit that's always said about me…
And then there's Jestyr. Did someone not give this fuckstick his meds? It's almost like you've watched the Dark Knight and Fight Club one too many times. I don't know you but, dipshit, tha more important thing is you don't know me or Chevy. You don't know tha shit we are capable of as a unit, let alone, individually. We handcuffed your dumbass to tha cage because you're tha least threat and we wanted you out of tha way. Nothin personal, but Jared Leto is a bigger threat than you…"
BRADDOCK stands and begins to stroll to the cameras right. He stays on the cement path that winds through this particular cemetery. After walking for about a minute in silence, BRADDOCK walks up next to his Fifty-One Ford pickup. Sitting in the passenger seat is a strikingly beautiful blonde who looks to be in her 20s. She is shooting daggers from her eyes through the windshield at the Filth Pig. He doesn't even notice.
"I listened to Donnie spit and sputter during his first part of their promotion clip. I laughed so hard I missed half of what he said and had to rewind it and watch it again. You talk like you are this grand, conquering, badass motherfucker but, in reality, you're my bitch. How many fuckin times did I slap you around? Shit, I think I was hitting Ike and Tina numbers witchu. I beat your ass like you owed me money.
And then you go and say I "disappeared" and don't deserve MY[/b] belt. Listen and listen well you inbred douchenozzle; I beat everyone here and had nothing to prove!"[/color] his sentance ends with him yelling. This draws the blonde out of the passenger side of the truck where she rounds the front end and steps in between the camera and BRADDOCK. The back of her hoodie reads "Camp Silverback" and her voice is kept in hushed tones. When she's finished, he nods before leaning down to give her a kiss. She disappears off camera before he continues.
"I can only beat your ass so many different ways before tha fans get bored. I ran through tha roster like a navy warship runs through your mother when they're at Port. I best your ass like a drum at a Native American Pow-Wow. Blake Anderson got his ass kicked by me almost as many times as you did! In fact, only Mika and Toxi pinned me.and both times it was via a schoolboy roll up.
You, Donnie, ain't gonna be pinnin me anytime soon. You think you're better than me? You ain't better than tha nut I left in ring rats while I had that fuckin belt. Imma make an example outta you, Donnie. Imma do my fuckin best to cripple your dumb ass. I want you to look in tha mirror when you're older, changin out your colostomy bag, and remember it was ME[/b] that did that to ya. You and your partners are in over your fuckin heads.
E.P.W. isn't ready for Vulgar Display of Power. Myself and Cory Chevelle are tha most dangerous duo in tha business. He is an Olympic Champion and I am tha Mudshow Madman. Add in tha pretty boy we were given as a partner and, well, you're fucked. E.P.W. is in fir a World of hurt…"[/color]
He opens the drivers side door and slides in behind the wheel. The ignition turns over and the built up and bored out engine rumbles to life. He looks over at the blonde and she smiles before he turns his attention back to the camera.
"Clyde, don't think I've forgotten bout chu. Keep your fuckin eyes peeled and watch what I do to these three fucks. I got even more sadistic shit planned for you. Keep My belt polished for me, too."[/color) he says before he backs the truck up. As the camera fades out, BRADDOCK pulls away while "Laid to Rest" by Lamb if God roars from the open windows.
Vulgar Display of Power has arrived in E.P.W. and the landscape will never be the same….again.
"I LOVE IT!" she declares. "It's going to look so fucking fire when it's done!" she exclames as she gingerly pulls on a pair of cut off "Miss Me' jean shorts. She is a perky, and cute, early twentysomething and is now eyeing BRADDOCK with the eyes of a hungry wolf. "So, what are you doing tonight? Want to go to dinner and maybe hit a club?"
He grins and gives a quick shake of his head. "I'd love to but I already have plans."
Her lip protrudes in an exaggerated pout, complete with puppy-dog eyes, before letting out a sigh. "Fine… So, when should I come back to finish?" she asks. He can tell by the look in her eyes that she hasn't given up on the thought of going out with him but will wait till another day.
"I'll send you a date in about three weeks and we will bust out all tha coloring and shading. It'll look bad ass when it's finished. he says, matter-of-factly.
"I work Tuesday through Saturday nights at Grade A Gentlemen's Club… if you ever want to come in… I'll give you a free dance.." she says with a wink as she places a stack of cash on the small shelf that runs along the wall of the studio/dining room. "Maybe I'll see you around…."
BRADDOCK shrugs. "Maybe. Don't forget to wash that in about an hour and then use Aquafor like last time."
She leaves, shaking her ass in hopes that he might be watching her leave. He's not…
—-----------------------------------------------------
A camera opens on the upper backside of BRADDOCK. The sound of a steady stream of liquid hitting the ground can be heard along with his mischievous chuckle along with the breeze dancing through the leaves of the nearby trees. On the back of his hoodie, written in a graffiti style script, is the word "Berserker."
The camera pulls back to show BRADDOCK is urinating on what appears to be a grave. The camera tights on the headstone where the name "Imaginary Yorkie" is written. When the camera pulls back, BRADDOCK is now facing the camera with a smirk curling the left corner of his mouth. The camera stays with him as he makes his way over to a nearby bench and takes a seat.
"Fuck Justin York and his imaginary kid. And while we are at it, fuck that Fentanyl junkie who had the nerve to act like he is holier than anyone. Go suck some more dick for another hit you piece of shit." he says with a chuckle. "Now, I fully expect tha cool kids to band together and stir up a bunch of shit because of what I just said ,but, they can go suck some dick right along side Knox. Bitching about me while siding with a liar and a junkie ain't makin you look tha best, either. Now, fuck them, and let's get on to business involving E.P.W."
He leans back and stretches his arms across the top of the back of the bench. "I have seen tha promo clip from our opponents and, frankly, I'm unimpressed. I thought ol lady Synn woulda brought more fire, more piss and vinegar, but I guess my boy Chevy and that pretty boy fuck, Davenport, don't rate high enough on your scorecard to get your dander up. I heard what ya said. Same shit that's always said about me…
And then there's Jestyr. Did someone not give this fuckstick his meds? It's almost like you've watched the Dark Knight and Fight Club one too many times. I don't know you but, dipshit, tha more important thing is you don't know me or Chevy. You don't know tha shit we are capable of as a unit, let alone, individually. We handcuffed your dumbass to tha cage because you're tha least threat and we wanted you out of tha way. Nothin personal, but Jared Leto is a bigger threat than you…"
BRADDOCK stands and begins to stroll to the cameras right. He stays on the cement path that winds through this particular cemetery. After walking for about a minute in silence, BRADDOCK walks up next to his Fifty-One Ford pickup. Sitting in the passenger seat is a strikingly beautiful blonde who looks to be in her 20s. She is shooting daggers from her eyes through the windshield at the Filth Pig. He doesn't even notice.
"I listened to Donnie spit and sputter during his first part of their promotion clip. I laughed so hard I missed half of what he said and had to rewind it and watch it again. You talk like you are this grand, conquering, badass motherfucker but, in reality, you're my bitch. How many fuckin times did I slap you around? Shit, I think I was hitting Ike and Tina numbers witchu. I beat your ass like you owed me money.
And then you go and say I "disappeared" and don't deserve MY[/b] belt. Listen and listen well you inbred douchenozzle; I beat everyone here and had nothing to prove!"[/color] his sentance ends with him yelling. This draws the blonde out of the passenger side of the truck where she rounds the front end and steps in between the camera and BRADDOCK. The back of her hoodie reads "Camp Silverback" and her voice is kept in hushed tones. When she's finished, he nods before leaning down to give her a kiss. She disappears off camera before he continues.
"I can only beat your ass so many different ways before tha fans get bored. I ran through tha roster like a navy warship runs through your mother when they're at Port. I best your ass like a drum at a Native American Pow-Wow. Blake Anderson got his ass kicked by me almost as many times as you did! In fact, only Mika and Toxi pinned me.and both times it was via a schoolboy roll up.
You, Donnie, ain't gonna be pinnin me anytime soon. You think you're better than me? You ain't better than tha nut I left in ring rats while I had that fuckin belt. Imma make an example outta you, Donnie. Imma do my fuckin best to cripple your dumb ass. I want you to look in tha mirror when you're older, changin out your colostomy bag, and remember it was ME[/b] that did that to ya. You and your partners are in over your fuckin heads.
E.P.W. isn't ready for Vulgar Display of Power. Myself and Cory Chevelle are tha most dangerous duo in tha business. He is an Olympic Champion and I am tha Mudshow Madman. Add in tha pretty boy we were given as a partner and, well, you're fucked. E.P.W. is in fir a World of hurt…"[/color]
He opens the drivers side door and slides in behind the wheel. The ignition turns over and the built up and bored out engine rumbles to life. He looks over at the blonde and she smiles before he turns his attention back to the camera.
"Clyde, don't think I've forgotten bout chu. Keep your fuckin eyes peeled and watch what I do to these three fucks. I got even more sadistic shit planned for you. Keep My belt polished for me, too."[/color) he says before he backs the truck up. As the camera fades out, BRADDOCK pulls away while "Laid to Rest" by Lamb if God roars from the open windows.
Vulgar Display of Power has arrived in E.P.W. and the landscape will never be the same….again.