Post by Holden Ross on Feb 9, 2018 23:18:45 GMT -5
*Sitting in what looks like a well used La-Z-boy, Braddock swigs from a tallboy of Mickies, his favorite malt liquor. Pinned to the wall behind him is an upside down, black and white, American flag. He drains the can of its contents before crushing it and tossing it on the table in front of him, adding to the clutter. He crunches a handful of white pills and pops the top on a fresh can of Mickies to was them down. He aims a remote that was on his lap at a small camera and places the can of malt liquor on the small table next to his chair.*
Greetings and salutations; some of you may remember me and for those of you who don't, my name is Braddock. I was here a couple years back, on a tear to be crowned the Underground King, when I was sidelined after a particularly nasty car accident. But I'm back and better than ever...
*He picks up the Mickies and drains it in three quick gulps before tossing the empty onto the table top with the rest of the debris. Before continuing he lets out a roaring belch that causes his lips to flutter.*
Last week, me and the big boy had it out and, ultimately, he bested me. It was too long though, before he and I surprised the roster and the rest of the audience both at home and in attendance when I came out in his aid. Speaking of which, hey Tyler, how's the jaw feelin?
*He chuckles to himself.*
The entire time I was recovering from my accident, do you know how many people, employees and fans alike, checked up on me from P.C.W.? One.
*He shakes his head, looking disappointed. *
All of the pats on the back. The 'How goes it?' and 'Wanna grab a beer later?' was gone the minute I was injured. Accept for Alexa. She checked up on me. She encouraged me. She pushed me to come back... And at the last show I returned and, with Big Boy, took out Cosmos and Scott.
*He smirks and continues.*
I could care less about any belts. Hell! I'm gettin paid to beat up half-wits and losers. This week it's no exception when I face Cosmos in what is guaranteed to be a tune-up for myself. The beating I'm going to give Derek will make him reconsider ever coming out to the ring again. And as for Tyler Scott....good luck this week. And see ya again real soon!
*He presses a button on the remote and the recording stops. In no time he has the camera connected to his laptop and the video sent. His promotions are raw and rough, just like he is.
A knock at the door comes just in time. "Flying Dragon" Chinese delivery....nothing better.*
Greetings and salutations; some of you may remember me and for those of you who don't, my name is Braddock. I was here a couple years back, on a tear to be crowned the Underground King, when I was sidelined after a particularly nasty car accident. But I'm back and better than ever...
*He picks up the Mickies and drains it in three quick gulps before tossing the empty onto the table top with the rest of the debris. Before continuing he lets out a roaring belch that causes his lips to flutter.*
Last week, me and the big boy had it out and, ultimately, he bested me. It was too long though, before he and I surprised the roster and the rest of the audience both at home and in attendance when I came out in his aid. Speaking of which, hey Tyler, how's the jaw feelin?
*He chuckles to himself.*
The entire time I was recovering from my accident, do you know how many people, employees and fans alike, checked up on me from P.C.W.? One.
*He shakes his head, looking disappointed. *
All of the pats on the back. The 'How goes it?' and 'Wanna grab a beer later?' was gone the minute I was injured. Accept for Alexa. She checked up on me. She encouraged me. She pushed me to come back... And at the last show I returned and, with Big Boy, took out Cosmos and Scott.
*He smirks and continues.*
I could care less about any belts. Hell! I'm gettin paid to beat up half-wits and losers. This week it's no exception when I face Cosmos in what is guaranteed to be a tune-up for myself. The beating I'm going to give Derek will make him reconsider ever coming out to the ring again. And as for Tyler Scott....good luck this week. And see ya again real soon!
*He presses a button on the remote and the recording stops. In no time he has the camera connected to his laptop and the video sent. His promotions are raw and rough, just like he is.
A knock at the door comes just in time. "Flying Dragon" Chinese delivery....nothing better.*