Post by Brady Vega on Nov 9, 2019 12:34:05 GMT -6
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“And there I was.... just gazing over the manger when all of a sudden I see them grouped up... enemies now together in moments of friendship. They were plotting against the king.”
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JULY 23, 2019, 1:22 PMICONICA ARENA – SANTA MONICA, CA.
“Yo! Just the guy I was looking for.” LaRoux’s voice echoes heavily and Brady looks around, first realizing that he is in the Iconic Arena before giving his full attention to X. Vega holds up his index finger gesturing for X to give him a moment.
Captain Clout peers down to the squared circle and notices the IPW ring crew and production team taking test shots and configuring lighting for the pre-show events. “Am I paranoid?” Brady asks X.
The confusion is real for Xavier. “I can’t think for you, I don’t live your life.” X, being the quick witted friend he is, holds out a pack of cigarettes. Brady politely refuses but offers to stand outside with him while he took a quick smoke break.
The two step into the parking lot and every parking spot is empty accept for IPW production trucks and the rental vehicles of crew members. X lights his cig and Brady stands nearby, rambling.
“I passed the test, they confirmed right in front of me. Yet, I still find myself in an odd mood. What could I do?”
X laughs through clenched teeth before exhaling a cloud.
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“Timing could not have been more perfect. Positioning was on a similar level, and the era of the Gate Keeper was bound to be something of importance. The New Regime…ha. That's a stable right? The Republic ARE the New Regime.”
“I..”
“..Am the new regime. With a motto of doing things differently, there is no one who does things differently in comparison to me. In a world of followers following followers I’m the only one actually leading.”
“There are a million Phoenix Rykers in the business. A few Mark Storms. But a Brady Vega? Is there a clone? Nope. Nowhere in anyone’s viewpoint.”
“The least liked and heavily ignored parasite waits it out patiently as he milks the IPW Heavyweight Division for all it’s starpower. The one man who everyone believes will do nothing but dim the shine and lower the prestige of the championship is all the reasons you need him to hold that championship.”
“Mark Storm, again the multi-win world champion. It’s the same thing time and time again. Mark Storm as a champion is something we’ve all come accustomed to and this time the abstract will overrule the accepted social norm.”
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JULY 23, 2019, 6:52 PMRUNYON CANYON
Atop of the mountain Brady stands gazing out at the hills and the sunset. Where was he mentally?
His world? Un-lived.
His decisions? Misunderstood.
His choices? Only his to make.
Brady Vega, the loud mouth with large gaps of silence.
The newcomer who can’t back his words.
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“I’m Brady Vega. I slang words as much as I slang dick and each time I prove to have extra inches at the end of the measuring stick. Accolades of the Mark Storm types are always good for show and tell, but what’s new about another Mark Storm reign? Nothing.”
“What can we see that we have not seen before from a Phoenix Ryker reign? Nothing. These two do not bring eyes to IPW. It’s been proven time and time again, The Gate Keeper grabs your attention like Morgan Payne on your twitter feed.”
“Put ‘em in the spotlight and make a meme out of ‘em.”
“Ryker was signed up for an embarrassment he didn’t readily ask for. And for that exact reason, the poverty consciousness will settle within your cerebral cortex. The parasite will surely claim his victory by defeating you.”
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JULY 23, 2019, 8:35 PMRUNYON CANYON
Brady rises to his feet as the sunset droops even lower. Daylight no longer exists and the crunching of Brady’s feet against the dirt was the loudest sound in the immediate area but no insects or land creatures were alarmed.
He crosses over the yellow line and approaches the Tesla parked nearby. Rex Cassidy holds an issue of the Forbes Magazine in his hand and looks just passed the pages at Brady as he approaches.
“Oy. What’s the plan?” Cassidy asks.
“Meet with X and Geki back at the estate. I have been manifesting.” Brady says with a cold demeanor and no emotions.
“Now you’re speaking properly my boy. Treat the world as your oyster and you can have a skillset such as Nitoh and myself.” The doors on the Tesla shut and the scenry moves while Brady and Rex, not so much.
“First of all, I do not want to be like you or Geki. My skills are fine, it’s the amount of hatred I am working on acquiring after I outsmart the masses yet again and prove myself worthy of the regulation and much more than hype. I’m the force exerted to cement the change. Everyone will be forced to accept change under my rule. Same terms as before.” A grin appears over Brady’s face and Rex continue reading his magazine as the Tesla on autopilot drives the two former world tag team champions through the Canyons.
Mountains and dead grass are all that surround them, and the lights of homes and buildings resemble fireflies showing so much life through an unreachable stillness. They take the winding roads all the way to their destination.
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“Pushed to the side, they hope to bury me. They hope to see me vanish. When you’re this good it’s expected. The disrespect is of course obvious and known. I’m the chosen heir to the throne where as you others have actually had to step on each other and claw at one another to make it.”
“I keep to myself and manifest the wealth you all only dream of. Mark Storm winning a championship is only adding more to his ego. Phoenix Ryker winning the World Heavyweight Championship is only feeding more hot air into the Goodyear Blimp that has already reached its’ highest altitude.”
“But Brady Vega walking out with the IPW World Championship? That is unheard of. Not what most can perceptualize. The furthest thought from anyones mind. Sure, he can weasel his way to a victory. He can cheat. But can the boy win?”
“Oh, god no. That’s not in the cards at all.”
“As stated before, the awakening is destined to be rude, these are only the beginning stages of the Psilocybin Blues. The truth serum that’s going to bring Iconic Sports Management to its’ knees.”
“They’re all living stereto-type lives based on phony values. Their claims to fame are for nothing. Mark Storm and Phoenix Ryker need a group that feeds their ego, telling them they are great, showing the upmost respect and never overlooking them. They have had no real struggle.”
“They have not been outcast for being better. They’ve been chosen and told they are great. They’ve been cottled and groomed. But you can’t say that when we speak of Brady Vega.”
“Everything has been earned.”
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JULY 24, 2019, 3:52 AMCALABASAS, CA.
“Seriously though… we’ve seen enough of his type and they always end up leaving about as quickly as they come in. Will he be the one to break that streak? I don’t know.” The sound of the commentator’s voice played on Vega’s ego.
“Can you believe this shit Rex?” Vega shouts as he mashes the spacebar on his laptop. “They really hate ya boy.”
“Are we going to cry about it mate?” Rex asks. Vega scolds Cassidy before walking over to the window and gazing out of it. “You’re a stargazer. You’ve got to stop that. It’s not good for ya.”
“I’m manifesting excellence.” Brady spent a lot of his time in a world of wisdom. Rex riss from his seat and places a book on the shelf attached to the wall. From floor to ceiling were rows and rows of books. “How’d you get a window in your basement?” Rex asks.
“My father was an architect. The house is built from within the hills, out. We’re on a slope. This room technically is built in the shape of a large triangle.” Brady explains.
Once finished, Rex grabs another book and has a seat. Meanwhile, Brady pushes the center button on his apple tv remote and an Iconic Pro Wrestling match from the past begins to play on a projector screen. Brady Vega skips forward to he beginning of May 15th’s episode of Chaos. The bell rings and Vega studies, Oliver Black and Bliss.
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“Champion for the month of May and two months later she just up and vanishes.”
“Looks like IPW could’ve made a better judgement call. With the champion abandoning the belt what does that say about the IPW Heavyweight Championship division? It says it’s missing The Gate Keeper. It’s missing someone to determine who is worthy and who is not.”
“That’s where I come in.”
“With a laundry list of reasons why Mark Storm and Phoenix Ryker shall not pass, I also have reasons why IPW needs Brady Vega and even more so, The Republic.”
“In a depleting world, the leaders of the apocalypse arrive with a common goal of leading all the cattle to their destination of slaughter. Storm and Ryker find themselves at the remorse of the Gate Keeper and the level of mercy is in the negatives.”
“Arrive in IPW and I’m number one in no time. The level of clout Phoenix Ryker and Mark Storm are gaining from this meeting is off the charts. The arrival of the Republic alone took IPW to new heights, imagine what happens when I grab the keys to the kingdom.”
“The most valuable commodity we have in life is information. So allow me to educate my opponents on what’s in store for them at Anniversary Armageddon. Your mistakes will stop you from prospering, and each mistake you make, I’ll be there, waiting to make you regret it.”
“I won’t only weather the Storm…”
“I won’t just defeat Phoenix Ryker….”
“I’m going to embarrass these two gentlemen and in the process I’ll put the dot at the bottom of the exclamation point.”
“You know that dark cloud coming over the hills?”
“That’s the Republic.”
“Expect Us.”
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