Post by Brady Vega on Nov 9, 2019 12:38:07 GMT -6
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“He will forever remain, The last Icon.”
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“He will forever remain, The last Icon.”
“It's etched in stone and the Gate Keeper is on his way to winning the No Lives Matter match by a landslide."
"The death of The Marvelous One's very forgettable push is destined for a slot in the next top ten biggest embarrassment videos. I’ve been born into excellence and it is time to defend my right to live.”
“I will survive this assassination attempt fueled by politics. It’s been made clear by Mike Mason himself, exactly who the fuck he is.”
“Without any ability to take my throne, he’s continually proving that in the event that he were to become IPW Heavyweight Champion, his entire reign would be a cheap imitation of the quality reign I have set previously.”
“If the King is decapitated in his own kingdom, the riots will be fierce, the pain will be felt, and we will all have witnessed the fall of IPW in a matter of minutes.”
“The moniker is set in place for a reason. By birth rite, I am the one true Icon and Mike Mason has proven the moniker a reality before the final bell.”
“We’ve witnessed Mike Mason fumble with frames trying to keep up his image. Allow me to inform you and break up the walls of the mental prison you’re thriving in. Swear I’m going nowhere specific, just in between destinations, so I figured I’d manifest my legacy before the eyes of the Iconic Arena.”
“No wonder they act suspicious, they’re mad defensive.”
“Oh my, another Icon dead again. Fuck this, ‘bout to blow the top off, let it rip….”
“These new talents won’t last.”
“Cheap imitations, created from a prototype perfected by me!“
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3:14 PM
“I found myself in a lab, floating in a vat of solution.” Brady explains while looking up at the ceiling. The office of the Psyche Doctor was neat and perfect. Not a single item out of place. Dr. Brown, a beautiful Nigerian and Canadian female in heels, slacks, and a flower print blouse, sits in a very comfortable lounge chair next to a long comfy bench seat that is occupied by Brady Vega.
DR. BROWN: “Lab? What did the lab look like? What was in it?”
“Weights. Lots and lots of weights.”
Dr. Brown’s hand scribbles a few words onto the notepad in her lap. She stops and rests the back of the pen against her lower lip briefly and then writes more a Brady continues.
“Like, a ton of weights. There was an Iconic Sports Management logo on a beaker on a desk in a lab. I remember hearing the sound of Morgan Payne’s voice and then I woke up in the hospital. Has this ever happened to you ma’am? Ms. Brown.” Brady’s eye dart around, glaring at every corner of the ceiling.
DR. BROWN: “Were there any humans? Pets?”
Brady ponders a long moment. “Yeah. A big beefy muscular guy and some people in suits.”
DR. BROWN: “Who were these people?”
Brady’s eyes well up with tears as the fright sets in. Haunted, he rolls over and looks at Dr. Brown. Dr. Brown turns to face him.
DR. BROWN: “Who were they Brady?”
Brady gulp.
“It was Brooklyn Holloway, General Manager Tapioca Joe, and members of the IPW upper management.”
DR. BROWN: “This was just a dream.”
“No.. this was a premonition.” Brady stares intently at Dr. Brown.
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“You’re talkin’ all that mess, asking for the smoke and we know you don’t want it.”
“Only one of us can have the world in their possession, and seeing how easily you have followed your clouded and delusional state of mind, it’s obvious that the confidence presented is lacking truth.”
“This Young Icon has single handedly influenced the masses with a few tweets and a victory and because everyone is catching on, I have been targeted and the higher ups of IPW want to deliver a punishment. They want my blood drained and used to create the perfect icon.”
“ The claims and accusations have been made, Brady Vega isn’t deserving of the opportunities he receives.”
“The levels… the extent… the troubles, the New Regime has gone through. In their attempts to stop the progression they created a movement and I’ve been coined the leader of the revolt. There can only be one tyrant in IPW, there is no room for a legion of them and I’m coming from all eight sides to bring this whole thing to an abrupt STOP.”
“For too long I’ve witnessed the mockery and theft of the swag I’ve created. Too many have seen the way the king carries himself and all they have done is follow the leader. Mike Mason wishes had the confidence in himself that I have. He wishes he had the ability to control every aspect of his life. He wishes he were worry free.”
“I’m continuing to prove, if I were not me, no one else could be.”
“No one has a plan, but I’m not here to judge, because apparently you’re all doing your thing. Ha, right. Everyone is doing the Brady Vega Thing. Or at least attempting too. They all want to be great. They all want to be respected even if their hated. I do not have time for anyone’s opinions. They’re deadweight, stupid, don’t want ‘em, it’s all useless.”
“Since day one, they’ve tried to censor my excellence, but the troops are finally going to take a stand. The Icon turned Martyr is well on his way to being the example of exactly how it should be done.”
“Mike Mason is as equal to a true king as Commodus was in Gladiator. A coward hiding behind political backing. Do you really believe you can defeat the man who has overcome so much? Do you believe you can defeat the man who has had the odds stacked against him repeatedly and has continued to be the known front runner?”
“Do you truly have any proof to your claims? Has anyone seen Mike Mason win the big one? No we haven’t. We’ve seen the road shoveled and paved for you. In a match you were not meant to be involved in, you magically became apart of it and guess what? You still came up short.”
“Your enormous physique, and your quote, unquote, marvelousness has done nothing for your career. You can flex your chest and parade around like a buff Richard Simmons, but all you’ve shown to anyone is that you lack in matters of preparation.”
“Your chosen strategy to success has failed you and you’ve been placed in my path so that I can inform you of the situation at hand. The IPW Heavyweight Champion has his hand raised to tune of, ANND STILLLLL!!”
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OCT. 23, 2019
3:45 PM
Brady holds the intensity of his stare. Dr. Brown and Brady Vega remain with their eyes locked and Brady continues to speak.
“You’ve got to believe me. This was not a dream. Why is this happening to me?”
DR. BROWN: “It could be linked to trauma of some kind. You know drug addicts can relapse? It is a similar case when dealing with PTSD. Has something happened?”
“No, not yet. But I can feel that it will if I am able to change the test of time.” Brady falls back onto the lounge chair and looks up at the ceiling.
DR. BROWN: “Mr. Vega what are you talking about?”
“All is not as it seems Doctor Brown.” Brady’s stare goes cold. Brady never looks away from ceiling tiles. “This was very real. I feel the organization I work for is planning to assassinate me and AI must figure out how to stop it.”
DR. BROWN: “What?”
Dr. Brown looks at Brady with deep confusion in her facial expression. Brady never look away from the ceiling. “Brooklyn Holloway, Tapioca Joe, and others in the IPW Management Group are looking to make me into a martyr to fix the financial pitfalls of their organization.”
DR. BROWN: “Are you sure of this?”
“Yes.” Brady looks away from the ceiling and sits up right on the lounge chair. He locks eyes with Dr. Brown once again. “This, I am very much sure of. One hundred and ten percent positive. I know what I witnessed.”
DR. BROWN: “If it is real and you are sure, how can you explain yourself being outside of yourself?”
Brady looks around the room, still deep in his thoughts. Dr. Brown’s words echoing in his mind like the final words of a victim.
“Well… Uhhmm… -- I—I—” Brady fumbles with his words and the voices grow into loud echoes. Brady holds his hands over his ears as Dr. Brown succumbs to hysterical laughter. The room gradually decreases and size before finally, Brady Vega jolts awake in a hospital bed.
He looks around and discovers your typical hospital room. His sister Breanna sleep in a chair in the corner and Rex Cassidy lay on the floor with his thumb in his mouth. Brady laughs a bit before lying back in the hospital bed. Moments into his trance and the Nurse on Duty arrives with a big plate of food on a cart with wheels.
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