Post by Holden Ross on Mar 12, 2018 13:23:47 GMT -5
*We open on a man sitting on the table top of a battered wooden picnic table, his boot clad feet planted firmly on the bench. His chin is on his chest and his face is obscured by the hood of his "Black Flag" hoodie. Off camera the sound of a big rig downshifting is heard. After a few more moments the man lifts his head and the camera fades in.
It's Braddock, only different, as his face is covered in white greasepaint with streaks of green, red, and yellow. His eyes are the milky color of a dead iris and his blonde hair hangs limply over his eyes.*
When I was young, my grandmom used to tell me God gave us two faces. One that we wear all the time. The one we let the World see. And the other, well, the other is what she called our inside face. Our real face that we keep to ourselves. And one day God would figure out a way to flip our faces inside out, revealing our real face to the World.
*He chuckles mirthlessly to himself.*
Alexa, she showed me my real face. She was the only one to give a damn while I was fighting my demons. And asked... "Why are you fighting them? Why not embrace them?" And embrace them I have. I have become one with my demons and together we will achieve our goal...
The one goal I have had since arriving here originally nearly three years ago...
To become the Underground King. I was robbed of it before by a company endorsed car accident. Now I am on my own road, blazing my own path, to get that strap.
If it means jumping through the companies hoops I will. The hoop this week is a tag match against two men who look like failed Vegas strip impersonators. We got a dipshit pirate and a wanna be Bruce Lee lookin fool. These two are nothing more than glorified talent enhancement.
My partner, Hiroshi, can handle these two on his own. Add me into the mix and these old dogs are gonna get the Yeller treatment....
*His makes a pistol out of his hand, pointing at the camera while mouthing "Pow!" and making it look as though it fired a shot. The camera slowly fades to black on the "new" Braddock. Mass Destruction will witness the de-evolution of a man. Braddock.*
It's Braddock, only different, as his face is covered in white greasepaint with streaks of green, red, and yellow. His eyes are the milky color of a dead iris and his blonde hair hangs limply over his eyes.*
When I was young, my grandmom used to tell me God gave us two faces. One that we wear all the time. The one we let the World see. And the other, well, the other is what she called our inside face. Our real face that we keep to ourselves. And one day God would figure out a way to flip our faces inside out, revealing our real face to the World.
*He chuckles mirthlessly to himself.*
Alexa, she showed me my real face. She was the only one to give a damn while I was fighting my demons. And asked... "Why are you fighting them? Why not embrace them?" And embrace them I have. I have become one with my demons and together we will achieve our goal...
The one goal I have had since arriving here originally nearly three years ago...
To become the Underground King. I was robbed of it before by a company endorsed car accident. Now I am on my own road, blazing my own path, to get that strap.
If it means jumping through the companies hoops I will. The hoop this week is a tag match against two men who look like failed Vegas strip impersonators. We got a dipshit pirate and a wanna be Bruce Lee lookin fool. These two are nothing more than glorified talent enhancement.
My partner, Hiroshi, can handle these two on his own. Add me into the mix and these old dogs are gonna get the Yeller treatment....
*His makes a pistol out of his hand, pointing at the camera while mouthing "Pow!" and making it look as though it fired a shot. The camera slowly fades to black on the "new" Braddock. Mass Destruction will witness the de-evolution of a man. Braddock.*