Tyler Cross vs Brody Steele

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Rp minutes 3 max

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*Time does favors for no one. Brody still walks the Earth, but as a shell of his former self. His hair has begun to become unkempt. He now sports a hefty goti, that would make most people believe he’s homeless and they wouldn’t be too far off. He lives in a one bedroom apartment, and makes a fraction of what he made for his development promotion. Time has not been kind to the younger Steele Family member*

Within Brody’s Mind: It’s been over five years. Hades, it’s been eight long years …since I started training. I thought it was just a moment. The professional wrestling industry, has it’s highs and lows. Sure enough, but this? I never expected to go over eight years, without a job. Eight years without stepping out on top of a stage, overlooking the masses of tens of thousands of people ...as they, raising signs while I do what I was doomed to do. Those fat slobs and disgusting creatures, who only wished to embody a fraction of the speed, the power, the command ...that I control. It was a high, that I’ve nearly learned to live without. It was a drug, that I could even be seen to sober from.

*There’s a few moments of silence, but yet you can hear him breathing in the background. A heavy sigh is heard, before he continues his inner thoughts*

Thinking To Himself: But you’re never really sober from professional wrestling. You can’t just walk into a TGI Fridays for a drink, see a wrestling match and act like it means nothing to you ...not when you’ve spent years in there. Not when you know, what it’s like to shed your blood, sweat and tears ...upon the results of a match, that you’ve obsessed over. Not when you’ve spent nights, not being able to fall asleep. Knowing that you lost your match. I remember asking myself, if I gave another ounce of energy, if I was able to jerk my shoulders off the canvas, I could perhaps give myself the chance, the opportunity to recover long enough to pull out a victory.

*Again, the air goes dead. Leaving almost nothing to be heard, but then with a grumble Brody’s thoughts ring out again*

Uncomfortable Thinking: Sometimes I ask myself, if I should try again. Sometimes I feel like, I shouldn’t put myself out there. Then I remember, when they closed the doors to PWI. I remember, going to some of the minor feds. I remember not lasting long there. The promotion owner over there, didn’t quite like how I’ve worked. They tell me, I hit too hard. They tell me, I cause injuries. They tell me, I need to lay off of them and show some patience ...Some mercy. I had no idea, that I’ve stepped into “high school” wrestling ...the world where you get in trouble, for trivial bullshyte like “unnecessary roughness” and “unsportsmanlike conduct.” I was told, that I was undesirable. I’ve been all, but blacklisted in all of professional wrestling.

*At this time, the scene starts to lighten up. No it’s unmistakable that the face we are seeing is Brody Steele. One of the fresh personas in UHW*

The Mind Won’t Quit Racing: Sometimes I ask myself if that’s why PWI closed down. The world’s changing. Freaks can call themselves the opposite gender, and go into the other bathroom. We have safe spaces, for when ink on paper scares us. When letters and words scar us, we run with our tails between our legs. Then again, maybe this is the world that exists when I no longer impose my rule of ethics. I’ve demanded the best of my opponents, and thus ...the best out of what happens in the ring. I’ve demanded my opponents purge, themselves of everything that makes them weak. For my opponents, I’d point out their drinking, and their drug abuse. I’ve even kidnapped someone’s girlfriend, because I saw her as a weakness. At first, I didn’t quite understand why he was upset ...when I was clearly trying to make him, and mold him into a beast of destruction. Now I believe I understand why, and it took empathy to make this all possible.

*Brody just shakes his head, he was very confused about his own self being. Let alone all the other stuff his mind couldn’t release just yet*

Bram: Hey, Brody! Are you day-dreaming, or what??

*Brody’s Uncle yelled past the slammed-open door, and through the kitchen*

Bram: This is the week of Blood Zone, and football!! Those pizzas, aren’t going to make themselves!!

*Brody grit his teeth, as he forced himself to hold his tongue*

Brody: The pizzas will be put in the oven, in just a minute. Can’t a Motha F*ckoo, have a minute to himself …

*Brody began preparing the dough, while slamming things around*

Brody’s Mind Again: It is only because of this shyttie situation I’ve put in, have I realized what it’s like to be inferior. The first time I’ve eaten fast food, having to stop by between road trips ...I’ve nearly puked. My magnificent physique wanted to purge it like, it’s been suffering from alcohol poisoning. Now, it’s quite used to it. It’s accepted the poison. I understand that women can also act like the poison, within your body ...if you accept them, as your equals in such a capacity.

*Brody just stands there, looking at the dough with a completely blank face*

Earth To Mr. Steele: But can I even go back? I’m well into my twenties. My body has grown stiff. It makes me wonder how those I’ve competed with, in the past are doing. I’ve not seen many of them on television. Is Rockin’ still being an arrogant pain in the ass, content with his mediocrity? Is Rock & Roll Gawd still lugging his fat ass, bragging about being the dictator of a fallen empire? Or what about my So Called - Father?? Is he still doing …whatever the f*ck he usually does?

Brody: But these are thoughts for another time. For now, I have to keep off this Asshole’s bad side.

*Suddenly, the door slammed open. Bram stands there with his hands on his hips, with a annoyed look upon his face*

Bram: What the f*ck have you said about me, Nephew??

Brody: Um, Nothing …sir.

*Bram then crosses his arms over his barreled chest, and glares a hole through his lacking employee*

Bram: That’s f*cking right, nothing. Now get back to work!!

*The scene fades out, as Bram walks off toward his office. Leaving Brody alone, staring at the dough once again. The scene then reopens out in the back parking lot, sitting on the edge of a small cement wall. His eyes are still staring off into nowhere. Lost in his own thoughts once again*

~Part Two~

*Scene fades into where Brody is located at a dark, enigmatic shelter where hooks, mannequins, and ceiling string puppets are in place. The camera tunes into where The Rebel Son is looking at a clock, which it ticks and ticks by the second hand, until the minute hands follows also. The cameraman tries to poke him in the shoulder, but he slowly turns his head towards the cameraman’s head with bloodshot eyes. Brody hoarsely speaks*

Brody: It’s time …

*A sudden pause for several seconds, while the clock continues ticking along with the momentum beat of itself. Brody turns a full 180 degrees, towards the cameraman with his bloodshot eyes still lurking into the camera’s video feed*

Brody: I have been waiting time, after time …AFTER SO MUCH F*CKING TIME …for this simple opportunity. I have been waiting for a clear cut choice, in showing what makes a superstar ...be the best out of everyone below him. I have been waiting for this special choice, that goes without question …I have been waiting for this moment, since Giah knows how long. To finally show, the wrestling world ...Never judge me by, my Last Name!!

*Brody brings a sadistic smile to his face, thinking on what he might do to keep it from happening again*

Brody: The match will be mine for the taking, and Anyone that bothers to get in my way, for this Victory …WILL GET THEIR BODY, AND SOUL MANGLED ...INTO PIECES, BY A BRUTE FORCE OF DESTRUCTION!!

*A long slight pause, while he collects his thoughts and steadies himself. A quick sign, and he continues his spew*

Brody: You know how it goes in these simpletons ...when everyone try to run over my path, on my way ...to conquest for a Title, they will get the beating that they deserve. And by that ...I truly mean it. With integrity, into making sure in that ...no one will EVER try to mess with me again. After the beating of my opponent, they will leave out of the ring ...as a former shell of themselves, with the environment in a shameful disappointment. The entire place will favor around me, The Rebel Son, and crude monsters ...helping in grave cause in that I will pull a move, that sends my opponents back where they came back from. The graveyard of forgotten souls, who repeatedly tried time and time again ...killing parts of their bodies, and minds for a Championship victory.

*Brody walks over to a stack of last week's results, where it shows that Kaleb did a segment. Brody hovers over the name of his “Father” with his right pointer finger*

Brody: After I’m done with ALL OF YOU UNWORTHY, UNGRATEFUL, UNDESERVING PILES OF WASTE ...you will be sure, you’ll want to disqualify yourselves first. Before even laying a finger on me ….ever again. If you do the smart idea of choice, you’ll be able save yourself ...from being harmed, and potentially into a hospital emergency room. Because weak, simple minded athletes ...take care of their health first, before reaching to a prize.

*Brody quickly hovers his finger to the Championship picture, and implants his fingers onto the image*

Brody: That I WILL CERTAINLY, no matter the cost NEEDED!!

*Brody puts his hands towards himself, while he begins to wander back and forth. He slowly begins to speak again, with a heavy look on his face*

Brody: But there are others, who want to be on the same road as I am ...for the Title.

*Brody stops near to the poster, and examines the name of his opponent. He lays a finger on the name of his opponent for Blood Zone*

Brody: I’ve heard of this guy, that this monstrosity of a man....gave out his feelings to me, straight off the bat!!

*Brody lifts his finger off of the name and, then starts to cover the name with the palm of his hand*

Brody: Bird Brain, you are so pathetic ...that even I don’t even want to see your name on this poster. You haven’t seen, what I’ve done to people in the past. I have given them their overdosing, of bad wishes abroad. While they went into that overdosing state, they have prayed to themselves ...that they will be okay, but I look after them. When the bad wishes got to them later. It was no longer wishes anymore, it was true reality ...that they felt after, my whiplash of beating them to that point. Of giving them the effects, they truly have gotten. They’ve had certain nightmares in their subconscious mind, that what I've given to them in the past. It lasted their entire careers, thinking that they will never try to mess with a ruthless, aggressive individual like myself, ever again. But don’t you two fret, you’ll get a much …MUCH MORE WORSE BEATING!! Far worse than I have done to individuals in the past. And you wanna think, I’m just another second generation wrestling ....trying to live off my Poppa’s name? Just look around me.

*Lifeless puppets begin to appear in the camera’s feed, attached to invisible strings, with hollow eyes*

Brody: THERE ARE PUPPETS AROUND ME. THESE ARE THE LIFELESS INDIVIDUALS, I HAVE CARVED THE SOULS OUT OF THEM …TO MAKE LOOK LIKE THIS!! I have gouged their eyes out with my hands. They have missing facial features, without having an eye for an eye ...or tooth for a tooth, or what have you. That goes to the victims of my matches. And you think, I’m a corporate a simple knock off? Haha, a clone wouldn’t dare to speak with a person ...who put nightmares into viewers’ minds. And yes, save your energy ...before I take it away from you, even think of using it.

*Brody gives out a slight sadistic chuckle, mocking is elder*

Brody: My skull was meant to be open. Give me your best shot, but it won't matter ...Because what you will do, won’t even go over in my head. I think things over in my head, the things that will make you pained with pleasure. I will make you go to the E.R. room ...Stat, because what I did to my opponents on Blood Zone. Will instantly put you in the Critical Care Unit, from my Royal Decree!! THE PIN OF …ONE …TWO …THREE!! With of you motionless, and helpless body in the ring …with medics carrying you over to their stretcher, to the backstage area, over to the ambulance, and then FINALLY …TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM!!

*Brody then grabs his battery-operated money green Weed Whacker, and delivers a hard blow to the name of the next opponent on the paperwork. He then focus his eyes to part of the match he booked for, with a creepy smile*

Brody: Another one that bit the dust, huh? You don’t suffer the same fate as my opponents have ...after I dealt with them. Because the fate they hold, in fact …will career-threatening. Don’t even try, to suffer what they had to endure. Because if you do, you’ll become a weaker version of who you were before. Try seeking my weakness, but your weakness is ...you have proved nothing to me, and you’ll just be like the graveyard of individuals ...whose dreams were reduced to ashes, in that cemetery. You’ll also just end up being like those hollow puppets, with a career so forgotten ...that it means nothing, to a person like me. Good luck, you’re going to wish the dream ends ...warrant I will put your dream, out of its misery for good. To everybody, who stands in my path of getting those Titles ...I say again, DO NOT TEMPT ME!! Simply don’t, you’ll get the beating of a lifetime ...that will last for future matches, to come!

*Brody walks over to a mannequin with wrestling gear and gives a menacing look, as he simply picks up the mannequin and performs a decapitation so powerful on the floor. That the head of the mannequin rips off, leaving the body headless. He looks over to the dummy’s head with the camera fading out, as he stares at the mannequin with a glaring, bug-eyed look*

Bram: Nephew, what’s up with the Genocide-like promo??

*Brody snickers to himself, before replying to his Uncle. Who also is his agent, and trainer*

Brody: Haha, I dunno? That old fart is easy to make fun of, I guess.

Bram: Um, yeah …Oh Kay, kid. Are you sure you’re ok?

*Brody laughs a bit more, but nods his head “Yes”*

Brody: I’m good, Unc. It’s Dad, that’s a little off his rocker …

*The scene fades away to darkness, as The Steele Family members laugh so hard they start howling*

[Bondic]

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