Post by Brady Vega on Nov 9, 2019 12:36:21 GMT -6
“It’s the calm before the storm…”
“We’re sending Mason to his grave,”
“It’s the calm before the storm…
We’re making him walk the plank,”
“It’s the calm before the storm…
Now he’s trying to ride my wave.”
“You’re at the Gate Keeper’s Remorse and I don’t express a lot of that. At the last IPW event what happened? MY team left the victor. The opportunity was created by me, and ME alone. I’ve stated that I give talent the right of passage around IPW and seeing how I’m the standard, my statements have held true.”
“If you can’t beat me, then you ain’t shit. Simple as that. The World Heavyweight Champion is who I am and the World Heavyweight Champion is who I shall remain.”
“Mike Mason…. You’ve been informed…”
“You’re attempting to ride my wave and you didn’t sign the death waiver. My friend, your ship is sinking and there will be no one there to save you.”
INT. HOLLYWOOD, CA. – NIGHT
Brady Vega stands near the ledge of the roof top at the Roosevelt Hotel. The IPW Heavyweight Championship rests over his shoulder while Rex Cassidy paces in the background in a deep conversation on his phone. Brady gazes out at he well lit county of Los Angeles. As far as he can see in the distance there is a Planet Fitness sign. He makes a gun with his index finger and thumb and takes aim at the sign… “Boom!” Vega let’s out the onomatopoeia with a chuckle.
“Brady! Brady are you there?!” A muffled voice is heard faintly and Vega snaps out of his trance and brings his cell phone to his ear. “Oh sorry, what were you saying?” The conversation continues and Breanna Vega gives Brady the scoop on what’s happening in the gym not far off.
“No sign of Mason. Does he even lift on Saturday?” Breanna asks.
“Look around a little longer, check the Sauna and the locker rooms. The message must be delivered.” Vega ends the phone call and puts his phone away. Deep in thought with a bandage covered his forehead, Vega relives the chair shots over and over in his head.
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“I probably shouldn’t have even arrived to save the day, but with my newly acquired status around IPW, someone has to play the part. I’m good enough to do it, and since I can only worship the ground that I walk on, what better way to prove it.”
“What I did was not for the fans. I did what I did make it known, the IPW squared circle is my courtyard, IPW is my haven, and it is I who has allotted so many the chance to reign as best as they can. There are many kings and queens here, but there is only one true god taking on many forms.”
“Mike Mason is easily noticed and twice a easily beaten. He can go on about how wonderful he believes he looks, but what do your in-ring abilities do for you? You’re stiff a board and can’t turn your head without turning your shoulders. Built like a semi your blind splots are larger than your actual areas of vision and this will be your downfall against someone like me. I’m up in the castle, atop the mountain and I see the box from outside the box, where as you have trouble sing the forest for the trees.”
“Your small moment to shine is nothing compared to the supernova I’ve brought to IPW. Before me this place was dying and now its thriving and surviving like the normal people you seem to believe are no match for you.”
“You’ve put holes in your brain and I’m here to put more holes in your self-esteem.”
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EXT. SANTA MONICA, CA. – AFTER CHAOS WENT OFF AIRBackstage in the parking lot, a bloodied Brady Vega sits in the backseat of a Tesla, doors opened and smoke bellowing from within. Rex Cassidy stand off to the side with the IPW Heavyweight Champion front and center. Blood still on his face and the championship belt resting on the roof of the vehicle.
“Feel like passing the spliff mate?” Rex asks with a slight chuckle. Brady is all business and no games today. He inhales the backwood smoke before exhaling. His nerves were on edge, Mike Mason had made himself known in the battle, but he had not yet won. Brady Vega was still breathing, still thinking, still winning.
“Here.” Vega passes the backwood off to Rex who receives it and begins smoking it. “This is some bullshit Rex!” Vega rises from his seated position, blood droplets hit the pavement with every move. “I’m going to hurt that oversized man. You just watch.”
Medical Staff burst out of the doors and rush to the paring spot where the Tesla is parked. “Who the fuck are these guys?!” Brady asks, angered. The Medical Team try to keep him calm.
“Sir, we need to clean you up. You may need stitches.” Medical Team Member #1 says with urgency. Brady laughs. “Let me hit the blunt one more time.”
Brady takes the backwood from Rex and takes a few large puffs, inhale after exhale and so on and so forth for about two minutes. “Ok, let’s go.”
Brady follows the lead of the Medical Staff. “Watch my belt.” He shouts to Rex before disappearing behind the doors of the Iconic Sports Management Complex.
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“So it’s the calm before the storm Mason….”
“You will walk the plank, it will be off with your head, and your small moment in the spotlight will fade to black faster than the ending of this promo.”
“It’s the calm before the storm….
Now it’s time to misbehave.”