Post by Johnny "True Brit" Brown on Oct 28, 2011 15:06:46 GMT -4
“There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time."
Mandino, Og
It’s a cold grim day in Northampton. Johnny walks past the 9 a.m. drunks hanging outside on the square, their cans of Super T already nearly drained. The kids they should be looking after are running around in glass and dog$hit at a nearby park.
The roar of Brown’s faithful Triumph draws their attention for a minute, a few of the younger who still remember when they had dreams stare at the embodiment of Cool Britannia and nod, he exudes the coolness they wished they had before alcoholism took them.
A pigeon drops down to snag a dropped crumb and the moment is lost.
After picking up a local rag and national tabloid Johnny is back amid the Tennents Zombies. His size and demeanour stops anyone from blocking his path, even when he purposely walks through the middle of the horde. With the locals behind him the True Brit finds a isolated bench, he sits on the back of it, firmly planting his 18 holes; once made in this very town on the seat giving him a good vantage point and upper ground, just in case he needs it.
He scans through the Chron’ as the locals call it. It seems a death at the local club is big news, Brown has visited the club many times while in town to visit the traveller camps nearby, he didn’t like it. Full of posing idiots, much like APW, the similarities don’t end there as Johnny has beaten the crap out of people in both places.
“One Night in Hell has been and gone, by the looks of the canvas at the end of the night a few people will never bee the same.
Me?
I’ll live; with or without the Tap-Out Title I’m destined to rule the roost in Jeff and Reggies’s playground. I’m not one to ask for help, normally it’s a sign of weakness. Yet sometimes it’s the only option. In a land of cliques, backstage politics and gang attacks it wont hurt to have someone to watch my back. But who?
Should I rustle up my own army mindless drones to use as cannon fodder when Kash, Gates etc look my way? There’s a few over in the square that’ll do it for a six pack and a kebab, don’t think they’ll be much cop in the ring tho’.
My fellow Brit Morrison could be a possible, he is definitely crazy but I like that, he reminds me of me. Bruv’s got the talent; he made the Extreme Elimination chamber match, that’s more than I did.
Sure he lost but he’s at the level I need in a partner.
Aw eff it, I’ve survive this long not having anyone ta hold me hand; I’ve fought me way outta the womb and aint stopped since.
Who knows where this crazy arse road called life is gonna take me. Who’da thought after the start I had in APW that I would be on a three match losing streak, dropping me title to a chick, well apparently she is, although her Adam’s apple says other wise.
There I go again, more trash talk; I can’t help it, maybe I need ta go to rehab. Do they have a trash talkers anonymous?
The former Tap-Out champ stands on the belt, he lifts his arms out horizontal to his body and bellows across the heath.
My name is Johnny and I’m a trash talker!
The Northamptonian drunkards look up in disbelief, they nudge each other, a couple braver (drunker?) ones “hard-man” step towards the Asylum Megastar, who simply motions bring it. Luckily the more sober of the clan hold there friends back. Lucky for them that is.
Ha ha; come on boys, I lost to the f*cking Seagulls you boys can take me. COME ON!!!
What are you lot in the crack flats looking at! Come down here DO SOMETHING!
*Whooop *
The all too familiar sound of sirens echo across the Medical centre’s car park just off the heath.
Aww fuck not again, hello officer.
Damn Officer Steve Jones… Well I’ll be damned you still working? I’d thought they’d retired you by now. How is your cholesterol these days?
Officer Steve Jones subconsciously taps his expanding mid-rift. It’s been a few years since he’s seen Johnny and he has to admit to himself he’s put on a few pounds. He chuckles he lets out as he catches himself rubbing his beer and burger belly shows it.
Well hello there bigshot, so finally you’ve come back to your roots. I never thought I’d see you back on the heath. It’s been so long people are calling you an urban myth.
Johnny pinches himself to prove he is real before answering.
I’m definitely here, don’t these guy watch APW? I’m top dog there.
Top dog? Really Johnny? My kid watches the show, I caught the big show the other week, One Night in Hell wasn’t it? To me it looked like your got ya arse handed to ya? So have ya come back to see Billy and Lyn or just to visit the boxing club, it’s still standing just about.
Brown bristles, with all the CCTV pointed at him there’s no way he can get away with smacking a cop in England. No lawyer is going to get charges dropped with video footage. Especially against a cop with whom he shares so much history.
Ya know me PC Jones, I’d never hit a lady, even one with such manly features as Horton. I might drop in the clubhouse to show everyone how to really box. I think ill give Billy a miss, I don’t have time for a three day drinking binge or the subsequent jail time. I’m surprised that you’re suggesting I do, aren’t you supposed to help prevent crime?
Smiles fade fast, PC Jones leans in looking to put a supportive arm around Johnny but gets shrugged off. Never one to accept hugs from anyone, not even his momma let alone an overweight cop who felt his collar too many times.
You haven’t heard? Billy’s in a bad way… he’s been diagnosed as bi-polar. He dropped a lot of weight, hasn’t left the house in month. People around here are counting the days… Johnny you need to visit him.
Uncharacteristically silent the True Brit just walks away.
Moments pass, Steve looks at his partner stood close to their patrol car, who just shrugs. Then Johnny turns around, his face in his hands. His whole body shaking…
… with laughter.
F*ck Billy, that fat fuck used his boys to run the estate, just like Reg and his boys run APW.
I don’t like cliques, but ya know what they say, if ya can’t beat ‘em join them. APW is gonna be put on notice.
The True Brit is gonna rip the place apart. I am going to amass an army, we will be a united force of like-minded individuals f*cked off with the bull$hit here.
It’s all Kash’s fault, ever since he tried ta make coleslaw outta me face I’ve been on a losing streak, well no more bruv.
I’m pissed off, someone once said it’s better ta be pissed off than pissed on, an’ I guess I’ve gotta agree, I tried that when I was in the ‘dam ad it wasn’t nice. My new target is Kash’s APW World Heavyweight Championship.
If I hafta beat the living eff outta the whole damn fed I will. SDSG!!! Screw them I’ll get me revenge on the dudnamyic duo. I’ll turn the grey gang inta blood red.
Rico… when he gets over losing his title, he can come get in the ring with me, lets see if he can pull off a miracle twice. Everyone knows that he only beat me cos of behind the scenes bullcrap that wanted to keep the PPV main event intact.
S’pose I better not get ahead of meself…
This week I get ta take on the Rebel MC, a Jamaican Gangsta? All they boy can do is smoke cigars, I’ve seen his shot from a couple of years back when he was scraping around the minor leagues. The bitch cried cos he didn’t get a title shot straight out of the gate, then quit before a PPV. Bitch really overestimates his worth.
Yeah a real tough guy, I’ve heard the cant wait to kick my ass, He claims I don't know what I have coming to me. Yeah I do I can smell ya from here.
I have a sweaty, greasy dirty ass chi chi looking for me. Do ya JaMarcus get's it? Putting me inna a match with me is just a way for the office to guarantee me a win. They know despite his garish red, gold and green outfits, the only colour that he should wear is green.
He aint in me league, he’s too busy worrying about looking ‘cris’ and not enough time learning ta back it up. I’m looking forward to making him ‘Go Home’, I’ll soften him up with the EDL then make him tap, I’m gonna make the bwoy my slave.
Does he think flicking a cigar is all it takes to make it in APW? There like the chav’s bastards that hang outside Spar over there. Do he think kissing their teeth and talking in unintelligible slang makes him tough?
He has no loyalty but to himself, he turned on Leon in a heartbeat, he...
Jones interrupts.
Like you have on Billy? He was like a father to you and you gonna leave him to rot when he needs you. I don’t know who the hell you’re ranting about but even if he ran over the Pope I’d still say he’s more of a man than you.
Squaring up to Officer Jones, like a rhino charging a jeep Johnny growls at the bane of his teenage years.
Don’t push ya f**king luck Pig, just cos ya know you’re on candid camera don’t mean I can’t find ya when I want. I’m sure Maddie and Chris don’t want their daddy to get hurt.
It takes a moment to sink it.
How the hell did you know my kids names?
Shocked Steve Jones returns to his car, in an instant he is gone. Home to treble lock his door no doubt.
Brown watches his rear lights fade into the night then turns back to the CCTV cameras.
Haze!!! I hope ya get to see this…
… I’m going to own you, Mon.
At Asylum in Long Island, I’m gonna beat up down. Xtreme style!!
I’ll show ya how we make anarchy in the UK. I had more fights than you’ve smoked spliff’s. In a few short days you’re gonna get to reunite with Momma Johnson and Mummy-Sis Nisha.
Just like them you’ll be worm food.
Ya took a life a decade ago and now prepare to give yours. Remember when ya signed up for this match you waived the right for all of ya limbs ta work. Yer pen strokes gave up yer right to have 10 pints of blood in ya.
I’ll beat ya until ya well blue. I’ll rip ya 8-pack from yer gut an’ slap ya with them. I’ll choke ya with ya own dreadlocks.
You’ll be one dead Black Duck and me?
I’ll be the one that just kicked ya f**kin; head in.
MON!
Mandino, Og
It’s a cold grim day in Northampton. Johnny walks past the 9 a.m. drunks hanging outside on the square, their cans of Super T already nearly drained. The kids they should be looking after are running around in glass and dog$hit at a nearby park.
The roar of Brown’s faithful Triumph draws their attention for a minute, a few of the younger who still remember when they had dreams stare at the embodiment of Cool Britannia and nod, he exudes the coolness they wished they had before alcoholism took them.
A pigeon drops down to snag a dropped crumb and the moment is lost.
After picking up a local rag and national tabloid Johnny is back amid the Tennents Zombies. His size and demeanour stops anyone from blocking his path, even when he purposely walks through the middle of the horde. With the locals behind him the True Brit finds a isolated bench, he sits on the back of it, firmly planting his 18 holes; once made in this very town on the seat giving him a good vantage point and upper ground, just in case he needs it.
He scans through the Chron’ as the locals call it. It seems a death at the local club is big news, Brown has visited the club many times while in town to visit the traveller camps nearby, he didn’t like it. Full of posing idiots, much like APW, the similarities don’t end there as Johnny has beaten the crap out of people in both places.
“One Night in Hell has been and gone, by the looks of the canvas at the end of the night a few people will never bee the same.
Me?
I’ll live; with or without the Tap-Out Title I’m destined to rule the roost in Jeff and Reggies’s playground. I’m not one to ask for help, normally it’s a sign of weakness. Yet sometimes it’s the only option. In a land of cliques, backstage politics and gang attacks it wont hurt to have someone to watch my back. But who?
Should I rustle up my own army mindless drones to use as cannon fodder when Kash, Gates etc look my way? There’s a few over in the square that’ll do it for a six pack and a kebab, don’t think they’ll be much cop in the ring tho’.
My fellow Brit Morrison could be a possible, he is definitely crazy but I like that, he reminds me of me. Bruv’s got the talent; he made the Extreme Elimination chamber match, that’s more than I did.
Sure he lost but he’s at the level I need in a partner.
Aw eff it, I’ve survive this long not having anyone ta hold me hand; I’ve fought me way outta the womb and aint stopped since.
Who knows where this crazy arse road called life is gonna take me. Who’da thought after the start I had in APW that I would be on a three match losing streak, dropping me title to a chick, well apparently she is, although her Adam’s apple says other wise.
There I go again, more trash talk; I can’t help it, maybe I need ta go to rehab. Do they have a trash talkers anonymous?
The former Tap-Out champ stands on the belt, he lifts his arms out horizontal to his body and bellows across the heath.
My name is Johnny and I’m a trash talker!
The Northamptonian drunkards look up in disbelief, they nudge each other, a couple braver (drunker?) ones “hard-man” step towards the Asylum Megastar, who simply motions bring it. Luckily the more sober of the clan hold there friends back. Lucky for them that is.
Ha ha; come on boys, I lost to the f*cking Seagulls you boys can take me. COME ON!!!
What are you lot in the crack flats looking at! Come down here DO SOMETHING!
*Whooop *
The all too familiar sound of sirens echo across the Medical centre’s car park just off the heath.
Aww fuck not again, hello officer.
Damn Officer Steve Jones… Well I’ll be damned you still working? I’d thought they’d retired you by now. How is your cholesterol these days?
Officer Steve Jones subconsciously taps his expanding mid-rift. It’s been a few years since he’s seen Johnny and he has to admit to himself he’s put on a few pounds. He chuckles he lets out as he catches himself rubbing his beer and burger belly shows it.
Well hello there bigshot, so finally you’ve come back to your roots. I never thought I’d see you back on the heath. It’s been so long people are calling you an urban myth.
Johnny pinches himself to prove he is real before answering.
I’m definitely here, don’t these guy watch APW? I’m top dog there.
Top dog? Really Johnny? My kid watches the show, I caught the big show the other week, One Night in Hell wasn’t it? To me it looked like your got ya arse handed to ya? So have ya come back to see Billy and Lyn or just to visit the boxing club, it’s still standing just about.
Brown bristles, with all the CCTV pointed at him there’s no way he can get away with smacking a cop in England. No lawyer is going to get charges dropped with video footage. Especially against a cop with whom he shares so much history.
Ya know me PC Jones, I’d never hit a lady, even one with such manly features as Horton. I might drop in the clubhouse to show everyone how to really box. I think ill give Billy a miss, I don’t have time for a three day drinking binge or the subsequent jail time. I’m surprised that you’re suggesting I do, aren’t you supposed to help prevent crime?
Smiles fade fast, PC Jones leans in looking to put a supportive arm around Johnny but gets shrugged off. Never one to accept hugs from anyone, not even his momma let alone an overweight cop who felt his collar too many times.
You haven’t heard? Billy’s in a bad way… he’s been diagnosed as bi-polar. He dropped a lot of weight, hasn’t left the house in month. People around here are counting the days… Johnny you need to visit him.
Uncharacteristically silent the True Brit just walks away.
Moments pass, Steve looks at his partner stood close to their patrol car, who just shrugs. Then Johnny turns around, his face in his hands. His whole body shaking…
… with laughter.
F*ck Billy, that fat fuck used his boys to run the estate, just like Reg and his boys run APW.
I don’t like cliques, but ya know what they say, if ya can’t beat ‘em join them. APW is gonna be put on notice.
The True Brit is gonna rip the place apart. I am going to amass an army, we will be a united force of like-minded individuals f*cked off with the bull$hit here.
It’s all Kash’s fault, ever since he tried ta make coleslaw outta me face I’ve been on a losing streak, well no more bruv.
I’m pissed off, someone once said it’s better ta be pissed off than pissed on, an’ I guess I’ve gotta agree, I tried that when I was in the ‘dam ad it wasn’t nice. My new target is Kash’s APW World Heavyweight Championship.
If I hafta beat the living eff outta the whole damn fed I will. SDSG!!! Screw them I’ll get me revenge on the dudnamyic duo. I’ll turn the grey gang inta blood red.
Rico… when he gets over losing his title, he can come get in the ring with me, lets see if he can pull off a miracle twice. Everyone knows that he only beat me cos of behind the scenes bullcrap that wanted to keep the PPV main event intact.
S’pose I better not get ahead of meself…
This week I get ta take on the Rebel MC, a Jamaican Gangsta? All they boy can do is smoke cigars, I’ve seen his shot from a couple of years back when he was scraping around the minor leagues. The bitch cried cos he didn’t get a title shot straight out of the gate, then quit before a PPV. Bitch really overestimates his worth.
Yeah a real tough guy, I’ve heard the cant wait to kick my ass, He claims I don't know what I have coming to me. Yeah I do I can smell ya from here.
I have a sweaty, greasy dirty ass chi chi looking for me. Do ya JaMarcus get's it? Putting me inna a match with me is just a way for the office to guarantee me a win. They know despite his garish red, gold and green outfits, the only colour that he should wear is green.
He aint in me league, he’s too busy worrying about looking ‘cris’ and not enough time learning ta back it up. I’m looking forward to making him ‘Go Home’, I’ll soften him up with the EDL then make him tap, I’m gonna make the bwoy my slave.
Does he think flicking a cigar is all it takes to make it in APW? There like the chav’s bastards that hang outside Spar over there. Do he think kissing their teeth and talking in unintelligible slang makes him tough?
He has no loyalty but to himself, he turned on Leon in a heartbeat, he...
Jones interrupts.
Like you have on Billy? He was like a father to you and you gonna leave him to rot when he needs you. I don’t know who the hell you’re ranting about but even if he ran over the Pope I’d still say he’s more of a man than you.
Squaring up to Officer Jones, like a rhino charging a jeep Johnny growls at the bane of his teenage years.
Don’t push ya f**king luck Pig, just cos ya know you’re on candid camera don’t mean I can’t find ya when I want. I’m sure Maddie and Chris don’t want their daddy to get hurt.
It takes a moment to sink it.
How the hell did you know my kids names?
Shocked Steve Jones returns to his car, in an instant he is gone. Home to treble lock his door no doubt.
Brown watches his rear lights fade into the night then turns back to the CCTV cameras.
Haze!!! I hope ya get to see this…
… I’m going to own you, Mon.
At Asylum in Long Island, I’m gonna beat up down. Xtreme style!!
I’ll show ya how we make anarchy in the UK. I had more fights than you’ve smoked spliff’s. In a few short days you’re gonna get to reunite with Momma Johnson and Mummy-Sis Nisha.
Just like them you’ll be worm food.
Ya took a life a decade ago and now prepare to give yours. Remember when ya signed up for this match you waived the right for all of ya limbs ta work. Yer pen strokes gave up yer right to have 10 pints of blood in ya.
I’ll beat ya until ya well blue. I’ll rip ya 8-pack from yer gut an’ slap ya with them. I’ll choke ya with ya own dreadlocks.
You’ll be one dead Black Duck and me?
I’ll be the one that just kicked ya f**kin; head in.
MON!
