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A few thoughts; that lack a title to stick them under
Topic Started: Feb 27 2005, 10:40 PM (51 Views)
Brad
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“A warm-up match?”

As is the norm, we fade in to find Bradley Johnson. Why is it the norm? Because it’s me that’s writing this RP. This week, Mr. Johnson is in his locker room, looking a little perturbed about something or other

Johnson: That’s all I’m thought of as? I’m just a warm-up for Chris Maclay, is this what you’re trying to tell me? Last week I’m the number one contender, this week I’m a warm-up for an overpaid gorilla.

He shakes his head in disgust

Johnson: Well, Wiggs, my old padre, I suppose that’s the way of the business, huh? One minute you’re the flavour of the month, next thing you know you’re a warm-up for a walking carpet from Essex. Or, to put it into contrast, one minute you’re with a very good-looking girl, next thing you know, you’re garbage. Nothing. Out of sight, out of mind. Ring any bells?

An inquisitive stare at the camera, and I’m sure a few people would squirm if they could actually see his stare, and not my typing

Johnson: Sounds like your relationship with Kennedy. A girl that, if my memory serves me right, I told you that you should try for. You remember that, Wiggs? Way back in the day, you and me, padres. The top men of Tuesday Night Throwdown. Running the show for a month or so, pissing off anyone and everyone? Good times.

He pauses, thinking back to those times

Johnson: It kind of fell apart from then, didn’t it? You started beating on inanimate objects, I had a bit of a relapse. Beat on Top Rocker with a sledgehammer pretty nastily. But hey, you got the girl, you got the recognition, you got the title shots. You got to the top of the company. Me? I got pissed on, and dropped all the way to the bottom. You did nothing to help me, though. Hell, you even smacked me with a steel freaking chair on my way down. You left your friend in the dirt, thinking that the dirt would be where he would stay. And believe me, I am very, very bitter about that.

Another pause, and Johnson’s face looks a little more angry than it did before

Johnson: Well, Wiggs, I bet you weren’t expecting this, huh? When you left me in the dirt, you sure as hell weren’t expecting me to bounce back, were you? Well, Wiggum, here I am, in the Dual Crown scene, and preparing to face off with a man who has held Tuesday Night Throwdown’s top honour on three occasions. Coming off the back of a pretty disappointing loss in a Dual Crown match. But hell, I pushed Jimbo to his limits. Jim O’Brien was fucking superhuman last week, fair play to him.

Brad nods in approval of Jimbo’s fighting spirit

Johnson: But, I’ll get another chance at him, no doubting that. And next time? Well, no one’s superhuman all the time. I injured you Jim. Just bear that in mind. I did some real damage to that arm. I can beat you. I just didn’t manage it this time. I’ll be seeing you again though Jimbo, have no doubts about that.

He smiles

Johnson: Anyway, I digress. Bradley Johnson versus Chris Maclay. Bradleygod versus Wiggum. A resurgent force taking on an established legend. Two former friends, duking it out. However the hell you want to look at it, this should be a match for the ages. Falling from grace is a painful experience, Wiggs. Even more painful when your friends aren’t there to try and stop you falling. I was lucky, I had Rich about to slow the fall. The man is an absolute legend, and doing very well in his new endeavour as a football agent. He helped me deal with my fall from grace. But I’m looking at you, and your self-destructive nature. You’re about to take the tumble, Wiggs. You’re about to fall from grace. And you won’t get any help on the way down. You’ve alienated everybody. You have nobody. Except for the pirate, but what the hell good is he going to do for you?

He shakes his head

Johnson: The fall starts now, Wiggs me old mucker. Because frankly, I’m pissed off. We all degrade each other in our promos, I have no objections there. But, to call me a jobber is low. Too low. Do you honestly think I’m going to come out, lay down, get beat, and take my paycheck and leave? Or, do you think I’m going to do what I always do. My homework. I know your weaknesses, Wiggs m’lad. You remember Tier breaking your back? I’m sure you do. And I’m sure you know it never really healed, don’t you? I’m surprised they don’t pick up on it. You wince often enough during your matches. That back is causing you some serious problems. And I’m going to make them worse. Breaking your back, and getting back to Jim O’Brien. That’s the way things are. And no one, save God himself, is going to change that.

Fade out
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