Brandon Bash Certified Anarchist
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| Subject: Beginning Anew. Thu May 31, 2012 3:02 am | |
| The scene opens up in one of the many hallways of the arena, more precisely near the parking garage. I can be seen pacing back and forth along a wall, with an HTC Inspire up to my ear. "Listen, doctor Church...you don't listen to a single word that that bitch says. She's just after his money and property. I will pay whatever is needed for you to do whatever it is that you have to do to save his life. You do not pull that plug without doing whatever you can, or without me there. If you listen to her and do it before I can get there...you better run. Change your name. Better yet, change your whole identity...because I will come after you. And when I find you, I will make you suffer for making me lose my father. Do you understand what I'm saying, Church? Because I'm the type of man that doesn't make any threats...I make fucking promises." I had stopped pacing in the middle of that, and now waited for a response. A long pause followed, until finally he agreed. I pulled the phone away from my ear, and shoved it into my right waist pocket of my white slacks. You could also see that I was wearing a black long-sleeved button-up dress shirt. Dark circles could be seen under my eyes, as I noticed the camera man once I turned around to head towards my locker room. I once again stopped in my tracks, as I noticed the red light on meaning that he was rolling. I simply just stared into the camera for a moment, as you can see the anger building up on my face. No trademark sadistic grin or smirk this week, folks. Shit is serious. If you were to stare into my dark green eyes, you could easily tell I lack of proper sleep. But, you can also see the anger burning inside. "Kendrick Williams. First off, welcome to Warfare Entertainment Wrestling. Second, you showed up to the wrong place, at the wrong fucking time, kid. I get that you plan on making an impact. I felt the same way about a month ago when I first walked into this place when it was known as the Anarchy Wrestling Organization. I showed the world that I am more than a man who can dish out and receive a couple dozen chair shots and keep coming back for more. Zeke Nero, Shane Howlett...they underestimated my actual technical skill and paid for it by falling to the Wicked Prayer. And now, Kendrick...you think that you can come in here and say that I'm not in the same league as you are? I have been in the wrestling business going on twelve years now...don't try to trick yourself into believing that you actually can out-wrestle me. The man known as 'The Natural' couldn't do it, so what gives you the right to believe that you can? You just decided your own fate by disrespecting me like that, 'K-Will.' And you just happened to disrespect me during a very aggravating, stressful time. You see...you would think that a man's father laying in his possible death bed would distract him...take him off his edge. But the bitch of my step-mother...it fuels my anger, which just happens to help me stay very focused. Usually, Kendrick...when a man loses his temper, and lets his anger take control...he is blinded by his rage. The thing is, though...it keeps me more focused. I live off of pain and anger. Which, unfortunately for you, is a pretty great combination in this business. I'm not one for going for championship gold, but being named the first ever Warfare Entertainment Wrestling Revolution Champion would be a nice accomplishment to add to my short list of championships. You see...I used to have an ego like you do, Kendrick. But you know what that brought me? Me sticking my own foot in my mouth. My first ever World Championship reign brought out a different side of me. You remind me of myself back then...in other words, I'd love to be the one who kicks your ass so bad that I knock that huge ego of yours out of your damn body. I am going to crush your confidence, Kendrick...pick you apart piece by piece when we step into that ring. Find out your weaknesses, and wear down your strengths, grinding you down until there's nothing left..." I shifted my head and neck to my left, as a few popping sounds came from my neck. I then went on to roll my neck around my shoulders, as a few more pops came from my neck. It was now that the familiar sadistic grin began to creep across my lips, as I stared into the camera. "Kendrick Williams, you can go on and on all you want about Social Darwanism. You can try to trick yourself into believing that you are the superior out of the two of us all you want. But come Saturday night, I will prove to you and everyone else that you're still at the bottom of the food chain in Warfare Entertainment Wrestling. You want to go on and speak of how this company is nothing but a new playground for you. If that's the case, then I'm the kid that stands up and shows the whole school that you're nothing but a bully with a big mouth. You say that you put little focus and little care in the world here...but you will see that this isn't like any other company you've been in in this business. I'm not like any other man you've ever stepped into the ring with. When I step into the squared circle, I feel at home. Just like I find a homely comfort in the dark. Which is all you will be seeing in your future here, Kendrick. I truly hope that you do plan on stopping the games and trying to seize the opportunity ahead of you...but, sadly...the only opportunity that lays before you is falling before me, becoming just another opponent to fall to the Wicked Prayer. My dad might be laying on his death bed, but soon you just might be in the room just down the hall from him in ICU. I don't take disrespect likely, Kendrick Williams. Zeke Nero found that out when he disrespected my family. You will fall before me just as he did. You think you can get by here without trying? Without using any skill, or have any threats. There's a first time for everything, Kendrick. And I will show you that you will need to use every ounce of fiber in your being to even come close to laying me out for that three count. And you can't make a man who loves pain tap out exactly, now can you? All I see in you is a man who doesn't know what it means to lose. A man who is about to be taught what it means and feels like to be defeated in front of thousands of people in attendance, and millions watching around the globe at home. You will regret every ounce of bullshit that you let spew out of your mouth when the world realizes that you can't back up what you said you would do. Because I will beat you, Kendrick Williams. I will crush your spirit, and make you wish that you never stepped foot into that ring with me. The Revolution Championship will just be a broken dream for you, because you will never come close to holding it in your grasp, or raising it high before all of the Warfare Entertainment Wrestling fans. I hope that I answered your prayers by running my mouth off, and I sure as hell hope it caught your attention. But honestly, I couldn't give a damn. Either way, at the end of this story...I will be answering a different prayer for you. The same prayer that Zeke and Shane answered to in the past. You will see that us former Anarchists are a little more than you can handle, unlike the likes you have stepped into the ring with in the past..." My grin now disappeared once again, as I pulled my arms up and grabbed the shirt by the collar. I then preceded to pull apart, as I unbuttoned the shirt by ripping off the buttons. Underneath the black dress shirt, you could now see a Warefare Entertainment Wrestling "WEW" black t-shirt with the red logo. "I am now proud to call myself a soldier in this Warfare. And you, K-Will...you are on the losing side of this battle. Like I said before on the phone...I don't make threats. I make fucking promises. Now, if you'll excuse me...I have to catch a flight back to Austin, Texas. Don't get your hopes up, Kendrick...I'll be back in time to show you exactly what a man with greater in-ring skill can do. And like I told the doctor on the phone before...I don't make threats, Kendrick. I make fucking promises." With that, I nodded to the camera man. He nodded back, as I turned around and pushed open the entrance door to the parking garage. The scene faded to black with the door closing as I walked off into the darkness... END. | |
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