Post by Daron Smythe on Feb 26, 2024 7:27:09 GMT -5
The room is completely dark, save the flickers of light from a television screen. Alone, with a beer bottle in hand that he occassionally sips from, and slumped on the couch, eyes never leaving the screen, even when taking that swig here or there. This looks like film study and there are no distractions in this room and even if there were, it seems like whatever is on the screen is holding Daron Smythe's attention just fine...
...from the looks of the clips on the screen it looks like a dirty, dingy punk rock venue, except this one has a pro wrestling ring inside, but the ropes are replaced with chains, and the mayhem that occurs in the ring seems to be on a whole different level...
...one of the wrestlers has what looks like a long bo staff in his hand, except it's not a bo staff, no, it's several light tubes taped together. The wrestler in question rears back and swings for the fences, over the top onto the head of one gigantic hardcore freak...
...BRADDOCK...
...and BRADDOCK takes the shot and smiles, blood trickling down his face. BRADDOCK happily wipes the blood from his face and licks his fingers. His opponent, terrified by bravely fighting, tries to run away, but BRADDOCK snatches him by the singlet, scoops the flailing wrestler over his head, and throws him out, over the top rope and to the floor, crashing through a table covered in barbed wire. The bloodthirsty crowd roars with approval as BRADDOCK throws both arms in the air in celebration, and BRADDOCK soaks in their adulation, being treated as god-like by this hardcore group of fans...
DARON: *to himself* HOLY SHIT
...before taking another long swig from that beer bottle...
...a reel of clips plays, each one more barbaric than the last, involving steel chairs, barbed wire, thumb tacks. What would kill or at least temporarily disable a normal human being only seems to fuel BRADDOCK's fire, literally and figureatively. BRADDOCK powerbombs another hapless foe into a flaming table, the flames engulfing the opponent as security rushes in with fire extinguishers to put out the blaze...
...Daron takes one last drink before placing the bottle down on the table next to him, before he takes a long, deep breath, runs his hands through his hair, and gathers his thoughts before speaking to the camera...
DARON: BRADDOCK is unlike any opponent I've ever faced before. To say I have unending confidence in myself would be an understatment. In this case, I have to fight fire with fire - literally. Lord knows Nick Danger felt the brunt of that before. But this? This is different. This guy WANTS to feel those flames. He wants to inflict pain. In fact, I'm not sure if he likes giving or taking more? This is a completely different fight. And, if I am going to keep walking on that road back to the World Championship, I can't afford any injuries or detours. I need to do what I gotta do to put this man in my rear view mirror. To do that...
...Daron looks at the back of the Blu Ray Case of BRADDOCK's matches that reads "UltraViolent Underground...
DARON: ...I might just have to go underground myself...
...Camera fades to black...
...from the looks of the clips on the screen it looks like a dirty, dingy punk rock venue, except this one has a pro wrestling ring inside, but the ropes are replaced with chains, and the mayhem that occurs in the ring seems to be on a whole different level...
...one of the wrestlers has what looks like a long bo staff in his hand, except it's not a bo staff, no, it's several light tubes taped together. The wrestler in question rears back and swings for the fences, over the top onto the head of one gigantic hardcore freak...
...BRADDOCK...
...and BRADDOCK takes the shot and smiles, blood trickling down his face. BRADDOCK happily wipes the blood from his face and licks his fingers. His opponent, terrified by bravely fighting, tries to run away, but BRADDOCK snatches him by the singlet, scoops the flailing wrestler over his head, and throws him out, over the top rope and to the floor, crashing through a table covered in barbed wire. The bloodthirsty crowd roars with approval as BRADDOCK throws both arms in the air in celebration, and BRADDOCK soaks in their adulation, being treated as god-like by this hardcore group of fans...
DARON: *to himself* HOLY SHIT
...before taking another long swig from that beer bottle...
...a reel of clips plays, each one more barbaric than the last, involving steel chairs, barbed wire, thumb tacks. What would kill or at least temporarily disable a normal human being only seems to fuel BRADDOCK's fire, literally and figureatively. BRADDOCK powerbombs another hapless foe into a flaming table, the flames engulfing the opponent as security rushes in with fire extinguishers to put out the blaze...
...Daron takes one last drink before placing the bottle down on the table next to him, before he takes a long, deep breath, runs his hands through his hair, and gathers his thoughts before speaking to the camera...
DARON: BRADDOCK is unlike any opponent I've ever faced before. To say I have unending confidence in myself would be an understatment. In this case, I have to fight fire with fire - literally. Lord knows Nick Danger felt the brunt of that before. But this? This is different. This guy WANTS to feel those flames. He wants to inflict pain. In fact, I'm not sure if he likes giving or taking more? This is a completely different fight. And, if I am going to keep walking on that road back to the World Championship, I can't afford any injuries or detours. I need to do what I gotta do to put this man in my rear view mirror. To do that...
...Daron looks at the back of the Blu Ray Case of BRADDOCK's matches that reads "UltraViolent Underground...
DARON: ...I might just have to go underground myself...
...Camera fades to black...