Post by BRIM on Aug 8, 2021 21:44:10 GMT -5
July 25, 2021
The curtains leading into the gorilla position split a part, a defeated BRIM emerges through. He wipes away some of the blood that slides down the back of his head.
“Give me a fucking towel!” BRIM demands as one of the stagehands quickly hands him one. With as much force as he can stand, BRIM holds the towel towards the back of his head, helping the bleeding to slow down a bit. An EMT crew came rushing up to him. “I’m good!” He states, refusing the medical attention that they are trying to give him.
A bloodied, tattered and bruised man, BRIM makes his way towards the locker room that’s assigned to him. After a strenuous walk, BRIM is finally able to make it there, opening the door to cross the threshold and immediately closing it behind him. Finding the nearest couch, he stretches out on it and lays there momentarily. Silence filled the room, not even a pin dropping could be heard. Any other day, this would be a different mood. Maybe Duce could be somewhere throwing a temper tantrum in the corner. Byson would be trying to deflect the situation by talking about one of his horrible suits. But neither filled the air, both men had been compromised. Byson most recently while trying to leave the DMV.
Now it was just him.. Trying to make sense of a world that proved him wrong on a daily basis. The question, however, was whether or not his heart was truly in this?
BRIM sulks in the silence, scattered thoughts race through his mind. He removes the towel from the back of his head, looking at the dried up blood that stained it.
“Why the hell would they give out white towels?”
He tosses the towel to the floor, utter defeat in his undertone.
“Can’t stay here long, gotta get back outta sight before the GPS picks up on this damn thing..”
Sure, after a four to five hour show above ground, you’re now concerned about GPS tracking. Nevertheless, BRIM works to get changed so that he can leave the OCW Arena as quickly as possible.
Thirty Minutes Later
Finally able to get clothes over sore body parts, BRIM exits the locker room and makes a direct path for the exit. He doesn’t succeed though as Jones intercepts him.
“Excuse me, BRIM! Can I get a moment of your time?”
He doesn’t want to oblige but he does.
“What d’ya want?”
Jones straightens up his attire and calls over a nearby camera man.
“First off, I wanna say tough luck on your defeat here tonight.”
BRIM nods.
“There were high expectations for a guy of your size and caliber when we first heard that you had signed on the dotted line with OCW but tonight, can you describe what you’re feeling?”
“Hmph.. What’s that old saying, Jones? Never judge a book by it’s cover.. Before coming over to OCW, I had at best two matches under my belt. Maybe three.. I dunno.. But either way, I came into this company as a relative unknown. And proved that I could hold my own with some of the top names in this business. So much so that tonight, YOUR World Champion needed help just to put me down.”
“Speaking of which, where does this leave things for you in the company?”
“I’ll be the first to admit that even though Lux had help, he still beat me and for that I’ll gladly take my place. But as for Vaughn, we’ll meet one of these days and I’m gonna show him why he should’ve kept his nose outta my business. As for this company.. They thought they saw a monster unleashed, well I was only testing the waters and what I learned is that this pond isn’t so deep if you really look at it. Now if you don’t mind, Jones, I really have to be going.”
Jones nods, motioning for the camera man to cut the feed. With a towel still applied to the back of his head, BRIM immediately leaves the duo alone and heads for the metal double doors. He exits the building, using the door that leads to the parking lot. When he does, he’s greeted by multiple men sitting on Harley Davidson choppers. BRIM scoffs, looking towards who we can assume is the leader of the crew, as he holds a tracking device in his hands.
“T’fuck is it with pricks and Harleys?”
BRIM drops his bags and the towel to the ground. A good six to seven of the men climb off of their motor horses. BRIM grimaces a bit as he cracks his neck, looking prepared to go to war.
“I see that you’ve gone ahead and got yourself involved in the wrestling business, boy.” The man with the tracking devices says. “And seeing as how we’ve got those other two boys already I think that it’s about time that we have a talk..”
The scene fades..
August 7, 2021
“In life, they say that timing is everything..”
We focus on BRIM who sits beside a huge boulder in the wilderness. He appears more calm than usual. Especially seeing that he is being covered with raindrops.
“When it comes to this thing we call life, timing always plays a major factor in the everyday operations. For instance, Mike Zybala, a man who tries to take credit for ending Duce but the true question is was he just at the right place at the right time. And if you ask me, he was only a man who benefited from another man going through an extremely tough time. But in this business, you’re not afforded the chance to go through personal strife. You gotta suck it up and keep pushing. Duce didn’t understand that, he relied on his second generational talents to try and get him through this proverbial revolving door. But the only thing that got him was buried.”
BRIM wipes his face of all of the rain that consistently beats down on him.
“But since we’re on the subject of timing, how about we take my opponent for instance. Thaddeus Duke. A second generational talent in his own rights who has made a considerable name for himself. And by defeating Ed Houston in his first match, he gained an opportunity at the Savage Championship. Nice work kid, nice work but let me tell ya one thing about me. Accolades, accomplishments, none of that means jack shit to me. I mean, I get it.. You were highly touted and they even gave a few special privileges when ya signed here but you see, the timing is all wrong for you my guy.. You may not think that I’m worth a fuck but when we step under those lights, you will soon realize that maybe you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.”
BRIM pauses for a moment, taking time to let the water fall on him. Using his fingers to run through his hair.
“When I signed my contract, I didn’t have a bunch of guys on my dick, hell more than a few probably rolled their eyes because they didn’t know what I was capable of. And I see you making that same mistake Thad. It’s cool though, you know what they say about folks who make assumptions and right now, the only knowledge that I have of you is you beating Houston. But is that going to be the only thing that I judge you for? Fuck no.. I mean after all, you do have that energy around you that everything should be laid at your doorstep because of who your father was. But I guess that’s that privilege that you’ve been leaning on for your entire career. It’s cool though, you can continue to lean on that crutch but keep in mind that I’m the type of motherfucka who would kick that bitch from under your arm. So you can continue to take me lightly, which I know a guy like you would and when I beat your ass, please.. Please don’t try to act surprised.”
The rain continues to fall upon BRIM’s head when the scene suddenly goes blank.
July 25, 2021
Here BRIM stands, alone as the Angels of Vengeance have him semi surrounded. Frustration covers his face.
“No fucking way!” BRIM screams with disdain in his voice.
“It’s either you do that or we kill them two boys, your choice..”
BRIM seems torn by the choice that he has to make.
“No fucking way I’m gonna throw a match, it’s not in my blood.”
“You think that I give a fuck about what’s running through your blood? Boy! The whole world is sick right now and it’s already a known fact that the blood flowing through your body is corrupted.”
This angers BRIM but he continues to hold his ground.
“Where the fuck are they?”
“Like we would just come straight out and tell you. But what I can tell you is that we know where your little colony is at and not only are you risking them boys' lives. You’re placing hundreds of others in harm's way. So what’s it going to be?”
BRIM becomes pissed and takes a step down. The man with the tracking devices, immediately holds it up into the air.
“Ah. Ah, Ahhh.. I wouldn’t do that if I was you.”
“Y’know, where I’m from, it’s either you show me proof or I already assume the worst and right now.. These games and riding with me.”
BRIM goes down another step.
“See, where I’m from, if one dies then we all die and we never bow down to any pieces of shit like you motherfuckas.”
He finally reaches the pavement.
“Well I guess you just sealed their fate.”
“They’re not going through anything that they weren’t supposed to go through.”
BRIM grimaces, cracking his knuckles, preparing for a fight but the men all return back to their Harleys..
“This one got balls.. HaHaa.. I like that.. Let’s go fellas.”
The loud revving of motorcycles takes over the parking lot as the men all pull off. BRIM is upset because he missed the opportunity to at least grab one but he does back up the steps and retrieves his bags, taking a moment to have a seat on the top step.
“Lord.. I hope that that didn’t cause them people to get hurt.”
BRIM looks up at the sky before rising up from the step, placing his bag onto his shoulder and limping through the parking lot. The scene once again fading out.
August 7, 2021
We return back to a soaked BRIM who still resides next to a boulder, looking down on his former enclave that’s covered in smoke from what appears to be a previous attack.
“Timing.. Right? Guess that’s that black cloud that hangs over me on a daily basis. Whenever I see a tad bit of light at the end of the tunnel, something always comes and blocks it. Now Thad, is that what I’m comparing you too? Of course not, with your resume and background, I’m the one standing in your way and I'm a huge cloud if I do say so myself. I can hear the odds now, BRIM not looked at to win, regardless of shutting the critics up at Quarantined. Or how Lux was going to beat me at House of Cards but no one aside from myself accounted for the wildcard that was Vaughn. And here we are again as I step inside of the ring with another second generational talent.”
This makes BRIM chuckle a bit although his mood is less than joyful.
“So am I supposed to care about that? I mean, I don’t draw enough interest for myself for me to give a fuck about Duke to the second power. You bleed just like I bleed and you can be pinned just like I can be pinned. To me, you’re nothing more than a name with accomplishments that go way above my head because I have cared enough to check into them. Maybe I should, maybe I should see what the legendary Thaddeus Duke is capable of, because the only thing I’ve seen is a guy who’s more concerned with his television appearances than actually proving something worthwhile. However, my question is if Houston would’ve beat you, would he be fighting for the Savage Championship or given a shot at some other belt like the Craze Championship. But here you waltz in, as if this company owes you anything and have been handed everything that you don’t deserve. Not trying to take away from your talent because I’m sure that you had to have some talent if Who’Re was able to bend over the way that she did for ya.”
He stands up, letting the rain water continue to drench him.
“When I speak about timing, I speak about how the universe and the planets align and everything just seems to fall into some random order that only makes sense after the fact. That’s how I see this upcoming battle at Under The Lights. Two men walk in, not knowing a fucking thing about the other and they’re going to go to war for the second most covetous title in OCW. A title that I didn’t have respect for because I was focused on proving the doubters wrong with going after the World Championship.. But, the timing is perfect and I’m all in.”
The curtains leading into the gorilla position split a part, a defeated BRIM emerges through. He wipes away some of the blood that slides down the back of his head.
“Give me a fucking towel!” BRIM demands as one of the stagehands quickly hands him one. With as much force as he can stand, BRIM holds the towel towards the back of his head, helping the bleeding to slow down a bit. An EMT crew came rushing up to him. “I’m good!” He states, refusing the medical attention that they are trying to give him.
A bloodied, tattered and bruised man, BRIM makes his way towards the locker room that’s assigned to him. After a strenuous walk, BRIM is finally able to make it there, opening the door to cross the threshold and immediately closing it behind him. Finding the nearest couch, he stretches out on it and lays there momentarily. Silence filled the room, not even a pin dropping could be heard. Any other day, this would be a different mood. Maybe Duce could be somewhere throwing a temper tantrum in the corner. Byson would be trying to deflect the situation by talking about one of his horrible suits. But neither filled the air, both men had been compromised. Byson most recently while trying to leave the DMV.
Now it was just him.. Trying to make sense of a world that proved him wrong on a daily basis. The question, however, was whether or not his heart was truly in this?
BRIM sulks in the silence, scattered thoughts race through his mind. He removes the towel from the back of his head, looking at the dried up blood that stained it.
“Why the hell would they give out white towels?”
He tosses the towel to the floor, utter defeat in his undertone.
“Can’t stay here long, gotta get back outta sight before the GPS picks up on this damn thing..”
Sure, after a four to five hour show above ground, you’re now concerned about GPS tracking. Nevertheless, BRIM works to get changed so that he can leave the OCW Arena as quickly as possible.
Thirty Minutes Later
Finally able to get clothes over sore body parts, BRIM exits the locker room and makes a direct path for the exit. He doesn’t succeed though as Jones intercepts him.
“Excuse me, BRIM! Can I get a moment of your time?”
He doesn’t want to oblige but he does.
“What d’ya want?”
Jones straightens up his attire and calls over a nearby camera man.
“First off, I wanna say tough luck on your defeat here tonight.”
BRIM nods.
“There were high expectations for a guy of your size and caliber when we first heard that you had signed on the dotted line with OCW but tonight, can you describe what you’re feeling?”
“Hmph.. What’s that old saying, Jones? Never judge a book by it’s cover.. Before coming over to OCW, I had at best two matches under my belt. Maybe three.. I dunno.. But either way, I came into this company as a relative unknown. And proved that I could hold my own with some of the top names in this business. So much so that tonight, YOUR World Champion needed help just to put me down.”
“Speaking of which, where does this leave things for you in the company?”
“I’ll be the first to admit that even though Lux had help, he still beat me and for that I’ll gladly take my place. But as for Vaughn, we’ll meet one of these days and I’m gonna show him why he should’ve kept his nose outta my business. As for this company.. They thought they saw a monster unleashed, well I was only testing the waters and what I learned is that this pond isn’t so deep if you really look at it. Now if you don’t mind, Jones, I really have to be going.”
Jones nods, motioning for the camera man to cut the feed. With a towel still applied to the back of his head, BRIM immediately leaves the duo alone and heads for the metal double doors. He exits the building, using the door that leads to the parking lot. When he does, he’s greeted by multiple men sitting on Harley Davidson choppers. BRIM scoffs, looking towards who we can assume is the leader of the crew, as he holds a tracking device in his hands.
“T’fuck is it with pricks and Harleys?”
BRIM drops his bags and the towel to the ground. A good six to seven of the men climb off of their motor horses. BRIM grimaces a bit as he cracks his neck, looking prepared to go to war.
“I see that you’ve gone ahead and got yourself involved in the wrestling business, boy.” The man with the tracking devices says. “And seeing as how we’ve got those other two boys already I think that it’s about time that we have a talk..”
The scene fades..
August 7, 2021
“In life, they say that timing is everything..”
We focus on BRIM who sits beside a huge boulder in the wilderness. He appears more calm than usual. Especially seeing that he is being covered with raindrops.
“When it comes to this thing we call life, timing always plays a major factor in the everyday operations. For instance, Mike Zybala, a man who tries to take credit for ending Duce but the true question is was he just at the right place at the right time. And if you ask me, he was only a man who benefited from another man going through an extremely tough time. But in this business, you’re not afforded the chance to go through personal strife. You gotta suck it up and keep pushing. Duce didn’t understand that, he relied on his second generational talents to try and get him through this proverbial revolving door. But the only thing that got him was buried.”
BRIM wipes his face of all of the rain that consistently beats down on him.
“But since we’re on the subject of timing, how about we take my opponent for instance. Thaddeus Duke. A second generational talent in his own rights who has made a considerable name for himself. And by defeating Ed Houston in his first match, he gained an opportunity at the Savage Championship. Nice work kid, nice work but let me tell ya one thing about me. Accolades, accomplishments, none of that means jack shit to me. I mean, I get it.. You were highly touted and they even gave a few special privileges when ya signed here but you see, the timing is all wrong for you my guy.. You may not think that I’m worth a fuck but when we step under those lights, you will soon realize that maybe you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.”
BRIM pauses for a moment, taking time to let the water fall on him. Using his fingers to run through his hair.
“When I signed my contract, I didn’t have a bunch of guys on my dick, hell more than a few probably rolled their eyes because they didn’t know what I was capable of. And I see you making that same mistake Thad. It’s cool though, you know what they say about folks who make assumptions and right now, the only knowledge that I have of you is you beating Houston. But is that going to be the only thing that I judge you for? Fuck no.. I mean after all, you do have that energy around you that everything should be laid at your doorstep because of who your father was. But I guess that’s that privilege that you’ve been leaning on for your entire career. It’s cool though, you can continue to lean on that crutch but keep in mind that I’m the type of motherfucka who would kick that bitch from under your arm. So you can continue to take me lightly, which I know a guy like you would and when I beat your ass, please.. Please don’t try to act surprised.”
The rain continues to fall upon BRIM’s head when the scene suddenly goes blank.
July 25, 2021
Here BRIM stands, alone as the Angels of Vengeance have him semi surrounded. Frustration covers his face.
“No fucking way!” BRIM screams with disdain in his voice.
“It’s either you do that or we kill them two boys, your choice..”
BRIM seems torn by the choice that he has to make.
“No fucking way I’m gonna throw a match, it’s not in my blood.”
“You think that I give a fuck about what’s running through your blood? Boy! The whole world is sick right now and it’s already a known fact that the blood flowing through your body is corrupted.”
This angers BRIM but he continues to hold his ground.
“Where the fuck are they?”
“Like we would just come straight out and tell you. But what I can tell you is that we know where your little colony is at and not only are you risking them boys' lives. You’re placing hundreds of others in harm's way. So what’s it going to be?”
BRIM becomes pissed and takes a step down. The man with the tracking devices, immediately holds it up into the air.
“Ah. Ah, Ahhh.. I wouldn’t do that if I was you.”
“Y’know, where I’m from, it’s either you show me proof or I already assume the worst and right now.. These games and riding with me.”
BRIM goes down another step.
“See, where I’m from, if one dies then we all die and we never bow down to any pieces of shit like you motherfuckas.”
He finally reaches the pavement.
“Well I guess you just sealed their fate.”
“They’re not going through anything that they weren’t supposed to go through.”
BRIM grimaces, cracking his knuckles, preparing for a fight but the men all return back to their Harleys..
“This one got balls.. HaHaa.. I like that.. Let’s go fellas.”
The loud revving of motorcycles takes over the parking lot as the men all pull off. BRIM is upset because he missed the opportunity to at least grab one but he does back up the steps and retrieves his bags, taking a moment to have a seat on the top step.
“Lord.. I hope that that didn’t cause them people to get hurt.”
BRIM looks up at the sky before rising up from the step, placing his bag onto his shoulder and limping through the parking lot. The scene once again fading out.
August 7, 2021
We return back to a soaked BRIM who still resides next to a boulder, looking down on his former enclave that’s covered in smoke from what appears to be a previous attack.
“Timing.. Right? Guess that’s that black cloud that hangs over me on a daily basis. Whenever I see a tad bit of light at the end of the tunnel, something always comes and blocks it. Now Thad, is that what I’m comparing you too? Of course not, with your resume and background, I’m the one standing in your way and I'm a huge cloud if I do say so myself. I can hear the odds now, BRIM not looked at to win, regardless of shutting the critics up at Quarantined. Or how Lux was going to beat me at House of Cards but no one aside from myself accounted for the wildcard that was Vaughn. And here we are again as I step inside of the ring with another second generational talent.”
This makes BRIM chuckle a bit although his mood is less than joyful.
“So am I supposed to care about that? I mean, I don’t draw enough interest for myself for me to give a fuck about Duke to the second power. You bleed just like I bleed and you can be pinned just like I can be pinned. To me, you’re nothing more than a name with accomplishments that go way above my head because I have cared enough to check into them. Maybe I should, maybe I should see what the legendary Thaddeus Duke is capable of, because the only thing I’ve seen is a guy who’s more concerned with his television appearances than actually proving something worthwhile. However, my question is if Houston would’ve beat you, would he be fighting for the Savage Championship or given a shot at some other belt like the Craze Championship. But here you waltz in, as if this company owes you anything and have been handed everything that you don’t deserve. Not trying to take away from your talent because I’m sure that you had to have some talent if Who’Re was able to bend over the way that she did for ya.”
He stands up, letting the rain water continue to drench him.
“When I speak about timing, I speak about how the universe and the planets align and everything just seems to fall into some random order that only makes sense after the fact. That’s how I see this upcoming battle at Under The Lights. Two men walk in, not knowing a fucking thing about the other and they’re going to go to war for the second most covetous title in OCW. A title that I didn’t have respect for because I was focused on proving the doubters wrong with going after the World Championship.. But, the timing is perfect and I’m all in.”