Post by BRIM on Jul 19, 2021 0:00:01 GMT -5
“I've always heard that, a 'true champion' is an athlete with the specific qualities of character, mental discipline, and physical skills necessary to generate and keep increasing athletic excellence and success throughout his or her career. Now, when you look at BRIM.. do you see someone who is championship material? Or is he just a guy who's bitten off more than he can chew?”
Brim’s face is covered in sweat as he, along with an older gentleman, walk through what appears to be some catacomb of some sort. Flaming torches lined along the wall, illuminate the path in front of them. Brim's facial expression is one of exhaustion. Brim is dressed in a pair of Washington Wizard basketball shorts, black Nike shoes and a plain white t-shirt, drenched in perspiration. The older gentleman appears to be a guide of some sort, dressed in khaki slacks and blue button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a white bandana covering his balding head.
“How far did you say that we have to go?” Brim asks.
“Only a few more miles up this way, then we go left, a few miles that way and we’re there. Now as I was saying..” The old man kept on. “Do you truly consider yourself a champion?”
Brim ignores him, focusing more on the path ahead than to make small talk.
“Listen son, I’m going to give you some advice.”
"I'm really not in the mood for advice right now."
“No one gives a damn if you’re in the mood. Y’see that's the problem with you youngins these days. Think that you know it all and can’t even tell your head from ya ass.”
Brim stops.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that a hard head makes a soft ass. And from what I've learned about you and your friend since you two have been here is that you, my boy, are a highly stubborn individual. How far do you think the two of you can keep this charade going?”
“What charade?”
“The one where you two think you can actually keep us safe while you have your own issues to deal with? Those Angels of Vengeance fellows have been getting mighty close to the camp. They’ve yet to stumble across the opening but as each night passes, it’s another step that they’ve gained. Meanwhile, the two of you, come and go as you please. Bringing more attention to us, while at the same time, treating us like prisoners in our own home.”
Brim is stunned. Speechless if you will. He does nothing more than turn and walks away. The old man follows.
“Truth hurts, doesn't it boy? While we've provided you guys with safety and security. We’ve felt nothing more than caged up inside of a colony that we’ve built. Now, we agreed to help the two of you but this wrestling shit is going to be your downfall.”
Brim continues to ignore the man as he comes to a passageway where he turns left.
“Haha… you must didn't learned nothing from Duke?”
“Duce..”
“Who gives a shit! He’s nowhere to be found and you’re just here. Byson got locked up coming back through customs and it's just you left. All alone, no one to turn to. No one to watch your back, no one to help make you feel..” The old man pauses for a moment to try and find the word that he’s looking for. He snaps his fingers repeatedly, causing an echo to bounce off of the walls. With one final snap, he has the word that he’s looking for. “SANE!”
The word continuously echoes, causing an extreme irritation within Brim’s soul. He ‘snaps’, turning back towards the man, grabbing him by the throat and shoving him against the dirt covered wall.
“T’fuck is wrong with you? I’m just tryna get to Key West so I can beat a motherfucka for a championship belt. That’s it, that’s all.. why are you giving me such a hard time old man?”
The old man smiles. Brim loosens his grip.
“Anger.. Hahaa.. anger is always the answer. Anger and frustration, that’s all that you know. Brute force.. That's what makes you a champion? That's what guarantees that you walk out of House of Cards with the World Championship, let alone the Savage Championship?"
The old man begins laughing hysterically. This causes Brim to completely release him. With a quick shake of his head, Brim heads back on his journey.
“You don't know me old man.”
“Do I not? Hell, I don't need to know much to know that you're gonna be walking back through these same tunnels angry and frustrated because you let something minor get the best of ya. Ain't that what happened at Quarantined? The referee kept missing that final slap of the mat, causing you to lose it and miss out on doing something historical.”
“His ass was an idiot who couldn’t keep a consistent count.”
“What if the sand thing happens during this match? Are you gonna lose your shit again?”
Brim shrugs.
“You never know.”
“Well you need t’know, you can't keep making spur of the moment decisions, you need to be more controlled in the ring. Stop letting the past dictate how you move in the present. For instance, this Lux fellow that you're facing. He's been chasing the same ghost for over damn near a decade, yet he was able to place all of that to the side and come out on top. Now the thing is, whether or not you're gonna be able to do the same.”
Brim stops again, turning to look at the old man once more.
“What is with you guys, are you all like wrestling fans around here?:
“We don't get out much.”
“Hmph, so what are you tryna get at?”
“This match at House of Cards really all boils down to is, who can you trust and you my friend, have no one to trust. And that can ultimately lead to your downfall.”
Brim scoffs.
“How is that? Houston and Thad would probably be too battered and bruised from competing inside of a cage, Vaughn and Zybala would more than likely have too many burns on their bodies to stick around. Then there's Outcast and Thomas who may be able to interfere but ladder matches are brutal enough on their own. And logically, that leaves Lux alone, so whatever alliances he's made probably won't hold strong.”
“Boy, do you know where you’re competing? OCW! Logic is non-existent and anything is possible.”
Brim sighs, before turning back and looking towards an opening.
“Is this the way?”
The old man nods.
“Yep, but it’s not the way that;s going to lead to a better future. If you ever plan on becoming successful in anything that you do. You have to stop making permanent decisions based on temporary emotions. Whenever you learn to do that, then there’s no doubt in my mind you can do anything but until then, you’re just going to continue to be a footnote in this business.”
Brim starts back walking towards the opening.
“I don’t know what you think you know but you don’t know me old man. You see, Lux is going to need an army by his side, come House of Cards because no one and I do mean no one is going to stop me from doing what I need to do to come out on top and leave with the OCW World Championship over my shoulder.”
“It sounds good but the both of us know that you’re coming back empty handed.”
“You don’t know shit.”
“I know that you’re too lazy, you don’t put in the effort whenever it counts and you think you can skate by on just pure skill alone. No, that’s not what defines a champion. Y’see Lux, he has what it takes to be a World Champion. The looks, the skill, the drawing ability. Whenever you get a chance, I just want you to take a long look in the mirror and ask yourself, are you what a true champion looks like.”
“I know that I’m what a true champion looks like and regardless of what you trying to put down and old man, I know who I am. I know what I’m capable of and I lose, I know that if I don’t walk out with either belt. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. And it damn sure isn’t going to be because Lux did it straight up. If he does, then more power to him but what me and him have is unfinished business. I wake up everyday to scars that he placed on my head and I have to live with that forever and now it’s my time to give him something to remember me by. Something that’s going to drive him crazy for the rest of his exisitence and that’s beating him for his OCW World Championship.”
The two finally make it to the opening, Brim slides a boulder to the side and steps out behind the OCW Arena in Key West. He looks at the old man who simply smiles and shrugs.
“Logic..”
Brim’s face is covered in sweat as he, along with an older gentleman, walk through what appears to be some catacomb of some sort. Flaming torches lined along the wall, illuminate the path in front of them. Brim's facial expression is one of exhaustion. Brim is dressed in a pair of Washington Wizard basketball shorts, black Nike shoes and a plain white t-shirt, drenched in perspiration. The older gentleman appears to be a guide of some sort, dressed in khaki slacks and blue button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a white bandana covering his balding head.
“How far did you say that we have to go?” Brim asks.
“Only a few more miles up this way, then we go left, a few miles that way and we’re there. Now as I was saying..” The old man kept on. “Do you truly consider yourself a champion?”
Brim ignores him, focusing more on the path ahead than to make small talk.
“Listen son, I’m going to give you some advice.”
"I'm really not in the mood for advice right now."
“No one gives a damn if you’re in the mood. Y’see that's the problem with you youngins these days. Think that you know it all and can’t even tell your head from ya ass.”
Brim stops.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that a hard head makes a soft ass. And from what I've learned about you and your friend since you two have been here is that you, my boy, are a highly stubborn individual. How far do you think the two of you can keep this charade going?”
“What charade?”
“The one where you two think you can actually keep us safe while you have your own issues to deal with? Those Angels of Vengeance fellows have been getting mighty close to the camp. They’ve yet to stumble across the opening but as each night passes, it’s another step that they’ve gained. Meanwhile, the two of you, come and go as you please. Bringing more attention to us, while at the same time, treating us like prisoners in our own home.”
Brim is stunned. Speechless if you will. He does nothing more than turn and walks away. The old man follows.
“Truth hurts, doesn't it boy? While we've provided you guys with safety and security. We’ve felt nothing more than caged up inside of a colony that we’ve built. Now, we agreed to help the two of you but this wrestling shit is going to be your downfall.”
Brim continues to ignore the man as he comes to a passageway where he turns left.
“Haha… you must didn't learned nothing from Duke?”
“Duce..”
“Who gives a shit! He’s nowhere to be found and you’re just here. Byson got locked up coming back through customs and it's just you left. All alone, no one to turn to. No one to watch your back, no one to help make you feel..” The old man pauses for a moment to try and find the word that he’s looking for. He snaps his fingers repeatedly, causing an echo to bounce off of the walls. With one final snap, he has the word that he’s looking for. “SANE!”
The word continuously echoes, causing an extreme irritation within Brim’s soul. He ‘snaps’, turning back towards the man, grabbing him by the throat and shoving him against the dirt covered wall.
“T’fuck is wrong with you? I’m just tryna get to Key West so I can beat a motherfucka for a championship belt. That’s it, that’s all.. why are you giving me such a hard time old man?”
The old man smiles. Brim loosens his grip.
“Anger.. Hahaa.. anger is always the answer. Anger and frustration, that’s all that you know. Brute force.. That's what makes you a champion? That's what guarantees that you walk out of House of Cards with the World Championship, let alone the Savage Championship?"
The old man begins laughing hysterically. This causes Brim to completely release him. With a quick shake of his head, Brim heads back on his journey.
“You don't know me old man.”
“Do I not? Hell, I don't need to know much to know that you're gonna be walking back through these same tunnels angry and frustrated because you let something minor get the best of ya. Ain't that what happened at Quarantined? The referee kept missing that final slap of the mat, causing you to lose it and miss out on doing something historical.”
“His ass was an idiot who couldn’t keep a consistent count.”
“What if the sand thing happens during this match? Are you gonna lose your shit again?”
Brim shrugs.
“You never know.”
“Well you need t’know, you can't keep making spur of the moment decisions, you need to be more controlled in the ring. Stop letting the past dictate how you move in the present. For instance, this Lux fellow that you're facing. He's been chasing the same ghost for over damn near a decade, yet he was able to place all of that to the side and come out on top. Now the thing is, whether or not you're gonna be able to do the same.”
Brim stops again, turning to look at the old man once more.
“What is with you guys, are you all like wrestling fans around here?:
“We don't get out much.”
“Hmph, so what are you tryna get at?”
“This match at House of Cards really all boils down to is, who can you trust and you my friend, have no one to trust. And that can ultimately lead to your downfall.”
Brim scoffs.
“How is that? Houston and Thad would probably be too battered and bruised from competing inside of a cage, Vaughn and Zybala would more than likely have too many burns on their bodies to stick around. Then there's Outcast and Thomas who may be able to interfere but ladder matches are brutal enough on their own. And logically, that leaves Lux alone, so whatever alliances he's made probably won't hold strong.”
“Boy, do you know where you’re competing? OCW! Logic is non-existent and anything is possible.”
Brim sighs, before turning back and looking towards an opening.
“Is this the way?”
The old man nods.
“Yep, but it’s not the way that;s going to lead to a better future. If you ever plan on becoming successful in anything that you do. You have to stop making permanent decisions based on temporary emotions. Whenever you learn to do that, then there’s no doubt in my mind you can do anything but until then, you’re just going to continue to be a footnote in this business.”
Brim starts back walking towards the opening.
“I don’t know what you think you know but you don’t know me old man. You see, Lux is going to need an army by his side, come House of Cards because no one and I do mean no one is going to stop me from doing what I need to do to come out on top and leave with the OCW World Championship over my shoulder.”
“It sounds good but the both of us know that you’re coming back empty handed.”
“You don’t know shit.”
“I know that you’re too lazy, you don’t put in the effort whenever it counts and you think you can skate by on just pure skill alone. No, that’s not what defines a champion. Y’see Lux, he has what it takes to be a World Champion. The looks, the skill, the drawing ability. Whenever you get a chance, I just want you to take a long look in the mirror and ask yourself, are you what a true champion looks like.”
“I know that I’m what a true champion looks like and regardless of what you trying to put down and old man, I know who I am. I know what I’m capable of and I lose, I know that if I don’t walk out with either belt. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. And it damn sure isn’t going to be because Lux did it straight up. If he does, then more power to him but what me and him have is unfinished business. I wake up everyday to scars that he placed on my head and I have to live with that forever and now it’s my time to give him something to remember me by. Something that’s going to drive him crazy for the rest of his exisitence and that’s beating him for his OCW World Championship.”
The two finally make it to the opening, Brim slides a boulder to the side and steps out behind the OCW Arena in Key West. He looks at the old man who simply smiles and shrugs.
“Logic..”