Post by Hayley Hitch on Dec 15, 2011 17:40:38 GMT -4
It was a cold afternoon in Seattle, Washington in the part of town called Ballard which was were the fishing boats docked. The sky was overcast but the streets were still busy, people coming and going preparing for the holidays. Of course some people were preparing for other things. The stars of APW were preparing for Christmas Chaos which was taking place just south of Seattle in Tacoma. Some people were holding press conferences and others were doing interviews but Brandy Boyer was doing neither of those. No, Brandy was sitting out on those docks wearing a black zip-up hoodie, camo pants and a black beanie. She had her hands wrapped around a Starbucks cup as she stared out at the water and the sun slowly going down off in the distance. She took a sip from her coffee and glanced up at the camera.
Brandy had a strange week traveling from Montana to Seattle and it got even strangers after hearing rumors about her partner and then finally hearing the words from her opponents. Things were piling up on her quickly but she wasn't going to let the pressure break her. Instead she went somewhere that reminded her of home. She went somewhere to soothe her soul for a minute so she could collect her thoughts. That was why she was at the docks. Brandy sighed before glancing over at the camera man to her side for a second. They were already rolling on her but she looked away again, gazing back out over the water once more.
BRANDY BOYER: Kinda nice out here, huh? You see these boats? These are the kind of ships I grew up on. Big crabbing boats, fishing boats and all that shit. My dad worked on these things since before I was born. Hell, he is still working these boats day and night. Then when I got old enough I came out and I worked on the docks. I thought one day I would end up like him even, working on a boat and wearing my body down slowly. Instead the money my pops made gave me a chance. A chance for a chick most would call white trash to follow a dream. That's what I did. I followed a dream and I ended up in APW after working my damn ass off. My father bleed for a chance to let me do what I wanted too. Every time I win in that ring I'm doing it partially for him. Yeah, I also like the money, the attention and of course the hot guys I get to play around with in and out of the ring but part of it is for my pops.
Brandy paused, lifting up her cup and taking another sip from her coffee. She let the hot drink warm her body for a second before she turned towards the camera, pulling her hood down from her hoodie.
BRANDY BOYER: But now there are two useless shits who want to ruin that for me…
Brandy pushed off with one hand, getting up to her feet. Her eyes got a bit wild, a bit crazy and a bit more like she looked when she was talking in Montana. She wasn't going to let anyone ruin her dream and after hearing Anti-Society X talk she wanted to win more then ever.
BRANDY BOYER: There are two useless piles of dog shit from Brooklyn who are talking tough about how they are going to gang bang me? Gang bang me?! That shit is pathetic. Those two limp dicked chumps couldn't handle a bitch like me. Plus why are they so eager to fuck a chick together? I bet they enjoy it when their balls rub up on each other… That's it, isn't it boys? You are just looking for an excuse to turn off the lights and fool around but you want a chick in there so you can act like you ain't gays when the whole thing is done. Real cute. If I wanted two dudes to fuck me and a cock up my ass I would find some real men. Not a couple of New York pussies. Go fuck each other. You'll enjoy it more I think.
Brandy smirked a bit as she tossed her coffee cup over her shoulder on to the ground. Littering wasn't a big concern of hers so she wasn't planning on picking it up. Instead she let out a loud burp and looked back at the camera.
BRANDY BOYER: I ain't here to call you to fags though. Nah, I think you guys made that pretty fucking clear on your own. I ain't here to talk about how you think I'm foul mouthed because any retard with two ears knows that fact. I ain't some pretty Barbie doll bitch. I don't play nice and I don't watch my mouth. That shit is for some other bitch. But you know what I'm sure as hell not here to talk about? The past. I'm not here to talk about some crap company in Las Vegas I worked for or some stupid boss named Mark. Who the fuck cares?! What if I go call up this Mark and bring him to the ring, guys? Are you going to freak out and hide? You seem pretty scared of him. Thankfully for you I don't need any help to beat you to punk bitches. And I sure as hell don't care about your history. Nobody cares about what you did before you came to APW. You are a nobody right now. You are a zit on the asshole of Christmas Chaos just like me. We are less then nothing which is why we ain't even on TV yet. You're not the Greatest Team ever because at this point you're a couple of schmucks who the fans have never heard of. The past is over and it is long dead. Where you came from doesn't matter in that ring. Inside that twenty by twenty ring the only moment that matters is the here and now. I hate people gloating about where they used to work. It is a load of shit. APW is your present and Brandy fuckin' Boyer is your future.
Your weird obsession with your past aside you guys didn't say a damn word that impressed me. You made stupid jokes and made retarded claims. You've got nothing. You're just a couple of jobbers from my point of view. A few guys they hired to bring in so that I could get a bit of practice in before I make my debut on the next Overdrive. You're just a warm-up for the real star…
Of course there is also that big issue on everyone's mind. Who the hell is Brandy Boyer going to be working with? Yeah, there was Tommy Lee Jones or Terry Lee whatever his name was. That dude is gone though from what I hear. He was a douche bag and got the butt from APW before he could step in a ring. Honestly I'm glad the guy is gone. He probably would of got his ass pinned and cost me the match. I'll go solo if I have to though. Yeah, I am so confident that I can pound Anti-Society X into the mat that I'll step into that ring on my own if I have to. I don't back down, boys. I'm like a fucking shark in that ring and after hearing the crap out of your mouth I already smell some blood in the water. I don’t need a partner to beat you two. I’ve beaten the shit out of tougher guys in the past and I’ll do it again in the future. You can bust my face open, I’ll keep coming. You can break my bones and I’ll keep coming. You morons are in over your head come Sunday. I’m gonna fuck you boys up, end of story.
Brandy stopped for a second, staring at the camera for a second intensely. She rubbed her hands together, blowing on them to warm them back up before shoving them in the pockets of her hoodie. She then turned a bit, something off to her side distracting her.
MITCH TELLER: Brandy?! What are you doing down here?
BRANDY BOYER: Shit. Mitch… How are you doing?
The camera turned as Brandy walked over to the man walking down the dock. He was wearing a long jacket and a baseball cap. Mitch was an old friend of her fathers who she hadn’t seen in awhile. It was kind of nice to see a friendly face so far from home.
MITCH TELLER: I’m good. How is your dad doing? Haven’t see him in awhile.
BRANDY BOYER: Pops is good. Just working his ass off as always. He is at home at the moment though. He’ll be going out in no time I’m sure though. Can’t keep him down.
MITCH TELLER: That’s for sure. What about you? You doing that wrestling thing still?
BRANDY BOYER: Fuck yeah. Nobody can stop me from doing that shit. I got a show down in Tacoma on Sunday. Tag team bullshit. I don’t need a stupid partner… But what can you do, right?
MITCH TELLER: Ha. That is APW, right? That is a pretty big event from what I hear. I saw a bunch of posters on buses and stuff around here. You’re on pay-per-view then?
BRANDY BOYER: Nah, I’m in the opening match. Just fighting for the crowd. Pretty lame, right? I mean I could whoop almost all the boys on that show yet I’m stuck warming the crowd up. When I’m done with that match those fans won’t know what hit them.
MITCH TELLER: I will take your word on that. Who are you fighting? Anyone I would of heard of?
BRANDY BOYER: Nah, just a couple of chumps who call themselves Anti-Society X. Retarded right?
MITCH TELLER: Yeah… I don’t even know what that means. They are against society? Are they part of that crazy Occupy movement or something?
BRANDY BOYER: I don’t think so. They don’t see against society at all either. They held a press conference the other day in fact which is pretty damn pro-society if you ask me. It is just some bullshit name to make themselves sound hard. They don’t know shit about anarchy or anything I’m guessing. Plus that X at the end is just there because they thought it sounded cool or something. It is really sad.
MITCH TELLER: Kick their asses them.
BRANDY BOYER: I plan on it. Only problem is my partner already got his ass fired. I’m going in solo. Ain’t no big deal. I ain’t gonna sweat it because I’ve had two meaner dudes try to kick my ass at the same time before and I ended up alright. I’m tougher then people give me credit for.
MITCH TELLER: That’s for damn sure. I’ve seen you in a bar fight or two and you don’t back down… Even if it means you end up getting a bottle cracked over your head.
Brandy grinned, nodding her head. She had a bit of a rep back home for being a trouble maker. It wasn’t something she was ashamed of though. She really wasn’t ashamed of anything. She was who she was and if people didn’t like it she would kick their ass.
MITCH TELLER: You never were one to know when she was in over her head either though. Just be careful out there and don’t bite off more then you can chew.
BRANDY BOYER: I won’t… I’ve checked these guys out and they ain’t shit I haven’t handled before. They seriously are just some New York guys who act hard and can’t back it up. I worked too long and too hard to blow my first match. These guys are going to have to kill me if they want to pin me and there ain’t no way I’m gonna tap out to either of them either. If I lost to guys like this I don’t think I could even show my face back home anymore. I would be that ashamed of myself.
MITCH TELLER: I wouldn’t worry about losing. Heck, you’ll do great. I would of bought a damn ticket if I knew you were gonna be on the show. If your match ain’t even on TV though I guess they will have one less order.
BRANDY BOYER: That’s what I like to hear. People should boycott this shit if they ain’t gonna put me on it.
MITCH TELLER: Damn right. Anyways, doll. I gotta go do a couple things on my boat. I’ll catch you later. Maybe I’ll check that YouTube thing and see if your match is on there.
BRANDY BOYER: Sounds good, Mitch.
Mitch gave Brandy a head nod before walking past her and slapping her on the shoulder. She smirked a bit as she turned back towards the camera for a second, the wind picking up a bit and loose strands of her hair blowing in her face a bit.
BRANDY BOYER: ASX… You boys are walking into a shitstorm on Sunday. You said it would be the most brutal dark match in history or something, right? Well you got that damn straight. It will be brutal. It’ll be nasty and it’ll be dangerous. I ain’t a technical wrestler and I don’t do fancy flips and shit. No, I’m going to take each one of you one at a time and pound your faces into the mat until I see blood. I’ll punch you, kick you, stomp on you and slam you until there is nothing left but a pile of bones and a broken will to live.
When the show starts and the fans all turn their televisions on all they will be wondering is why there is a red smear on the mat already. They are going to scratch their heads and ask their friends what happened during the dark match because it looks like somebody got their ass whooped. Then they’ll go to their little computers and find some news site so they can read all about how I destroyed both of you. How I humiliated you and how I made you walk out of Tacoma, Washington and your APW debut as a couple of New York, punk ass losers. Talk all the shit you want, boys. I’m still gonna beat you.
Brandy pulled her hood back up over her head then wiped her hair out of her face. From there she headed back towards the street, the camera man turning to watch her go before switching off the camera and following after her. Brandy was eager to get down to Tacoma and jump in the ring for a bit of practice. APW was a whole new world and she was about to make one hell of a splash come Christmas Chaos.
Brandy had a strange week traveling from Montana to Seattle and it got even strangers after hearing rumors about her partner and then finally hearing the words from her opponents. Things were piling up on her quickly but she wasn't going to let the pressure break her. Instead she went somewhere that reminded her of home. She went somewhere to soothe her soul for a minute so she could collect her thoughts. That was why she was at the docks. Brandy sighed before glancing over at the camera man to her side for a second. They were already rolling on her but she looked away again, gazing back out over the water once more.
BRANDY BOYER: Kinda nice out here, huh? You see these boats? These are the kind of ships I grew up on. Big crabbing boats, fishing boats and all that shit. My dad worked on these things since before I was born. Hell, he is still working these boats day and night. Then when I got old enough I came out and I worked on the docks. I thought one day I would end up like him even, working on a boat and wearing my body down slowly. Instead the money my pops made gave me a chance. A chance for a chick most would call white trash to follow a dream. That's what I did. I followed a dream and I ended up in APW after working my damn ass off. My father bleed for a chance to let me do what I wanted too. Every time I win in that ring I'm doing it partially for him. Yeah, I also like the money, the attention and of course the hot guys I get to play around with in and out of the ring but part of it is for my pops.
Brandy paused, lifting up her cup and taking another sip from her coffee. She let the hot drink warm her body for a second before she turned towards the camera, pulling her hood down from her hoodie.
BRANDY BOYER: But now there are two useless shits who want to ruin that for me…
Brandy pushed off with one hand, getting up to her feet. Her eyes got a bit wild, a bit crazy and a bit more like she looked when she was talking in Montana. She wasn't going to let anyone ruin her dream and after hearing Anti-Society X talk she wanted to win more then ever.
BRANDY BOYER: There are two useless piles of dog shit from Brooklyn who are talking tough about how they are going to gang bang me? Gang bang me?! That shit is pathetic. Those two limp dicked chumps couldn't handle a bitch like me. Plus why are they so eager to fuck a chick together? I bet they enjoy it when their balls rub up on each other… That's it, isn't it boys? You are just looking for an excuse to turn off the lights and fool around but you want a chick in there so you can act like you ain't gays when the whole thing is done. Real cute. If I wanted two dudes to fuck me and a cock up my ass I would find some real men. Not a couple of New York pussies. Go fuck each other. You'll enjoy it more I think.
Brandy smirked a bit as she tossed her coffee cup over her shoulder on to the ground. Littering wasn't a big concern of hers so she wasn't planning on picking it up. Instead she let out a loud burp and looked back at the camera.
BRANDY BOYER: I ain't here to call you to fags though. Nah, I think you guys made that pretty fucking clear on your own. I ain't here to talk about how you think I'm foul mouthed because any retard with two ears knows that fact. I ain't some pretty Barbie doll bitch. I don't play nice and I don't watch my mouth. That shit is for some other bitch. But you know what I'm sure as hell not here to talk about? The past. I'm not here to talk about some crap company in Las Vegas I worked for or some stupid boss named Mark. Who the fuck cares?! What if I go call up this Mark and bring him to the ring, guys? Are you going to freak out and hide? You seem pretty scared of him. Thankfully for you I don't need any help to beat you to punk bitches. And I sure as hell don't care about your history. Nobody cares about what you did before you came to APW. You are a nobody right now. You are a zit on the asshole of Christmas Chaos just like me. We are less then nothing which is why we ain't even on TV yet. You're not the Greatest Team ever because at this point you're a couple of schmucks who the fans have never heard of. The past is over and it is long dead. Where you came from doesn't matter in that ring. Inside that twenty by twenty ring the only moment that matters is the here and now. I hate people gloating about where they used to work. It is a load of shit. APW is your present and Brandy fuckin' Boyer is your future.
Your weird obsession with your past aside you guys didn't say a damn word that impressed me. You made stupid jokes and made retarded claims. You've got nothing. You're just a couple of jobbers from my point of view. A few guys they hired to bring in so that I could get a bit of practice in before I make my debut on the next Overdrive. You're just a warm-up for the real star…
Of course there is also that big issue on everyone's mind. Who the hell is Brandy Boyer going to be working with? Yeah, there was Tommy Lee Jones or Terry Lee whatever his name was. That dude is gone though from what I hear. He was a douche bag and got the butt from APW before he could step in a ring. Honestly I'm glad the guy is gone. He probably would of got his ass pinned and cost me the match. I'll go solo if I have to though. Yeah, I am so confident that I can pound Anti-Society X into the mat that I'll step into that ring on my own if I have to. I don't back down, boys. I'm like a fucking shark in that ring and after hearing the crap out of your mouth I already smell some blood in the water. I don’t need a partner to beat you two. I’ve beaten the shit out of tougher guys in the past and I’ll do it again in the future. You can bust my face open, I’ll keep coming. You can break my bones and I’ll keep coming. You morons are in over your head come Sunday. I’m gonna fuck you boys up, end of story.
Brandy stopped for a second, staring at the camera for a second intensely. She rubbed her hands together, blowing on them to warm them back up before shoving them in the pockets of her hoodie. She then turned a bit, something off to her side distracting her.
MITCH TELLER: Brandy?! What are you doing down here?
BRANDY BOYER: Shit. Mitch… How are you doing?
The camera turned as Brandy walked over to the man walking down the dock. He was wearing a long jacket and a baseball cap. Mitch was an old friend of her fathers who she hadn’t seen in awhile. It was kind of nice to see a friendly face so far from home.
MITCH TELLER: I’m good. How is your dad doing? Haven’t see him in awhile.
BRANDY BOYER: Pops is good. Just working his ass off as always. He is at home at the moment though. He’ll be going out in no time I’m sure though. Can’t keep him down.
MITCH TELLER: That’s for sure. What about you? You doing that wrestling thing still?
BRANDY BOYER: Fuck yeah. Nobody can stop me from doing that shit. I got a show down in Tacoma on Sunday. Tag team bullshit. I don’t need a stupid partner… But what can you do, right?
MITCH TELLER: Ha. That is APW, right? That is a pretty big event from what I hear. I saw a bunch of posters on buses and stuff around here. You’re on pay-per-view then?
BRANDY BOYER: Nah, I’m in the opening match. Just fighting for the crowd. Pretty lame, right? I mean I could whoop almost all the boys on that show yet I’m stuck warming the crowd up. When I’m done with that match those fans won’t know what hit them.
MITCH TELLER: I will take your word on that. Who are you fighting? Anyone I would of heard of?
BRANDY BOYER: Nah, just a couple of chumps who call themselves Anti-Society X. Retarded right?
MITCH TELLER: Yeah… I don’t even know what that means. They are against society? Are they part of that crazy Occupy movement or something?
BRANDY BOYER: I don’t think so. They don’t see against society at all either. They held a press conference the other day in fact which is pretty damn pro-society if you ask me. It is just some bullshit name to make themselves sound hard. They don’t know shit about anarchy or anything I’m guessing. Plus that X at the end is just there because they thought it sounded cool or something. It is really sad.
MITCH TELLER: Kick their asses them.
BRANDY BOYER: I plan on it. Only problem is my partner already got his ass fired. I’m going in solo. Ain’t no big deal. I ain’t gonna sweat it because I’ve had two meaner dudes try to kick my ass at the same time before and I ended up alright. I’m tougher then people give me credit for.
MITCH TELLER: That’s for damn sure. I’ve seen you in a bar fight or two and you don’t back down… Even if it means you end up getting a bottle cracked over your head.
Brandy grinned, nodding her head. She had a bit of a rep back home for being a trouble maker. It wasn’t something she was ashamed of though. She really wasn’t ashamed of anything. She was who she was and if people didn’t like it she would kick their ass.
MITCH TELLER: You never were one to know when she was in over her head either though. Just be careful out there and don’t bite off more then you can chew.
BRANDY BOYER: I won’t… I’ve checked these guys out and they ain’t shit I haven’t handled before. They seriously are just some New York guys who act hard and can’t back it up. I worked too long and too hard to blow my first match. These guys are going to have to kill me if they want to pin me and there ain’t no way I’m gonna tap out to either of them either. If I lost to guys like this I don’t think I could even show my face back home anymore. I would be that ashamed of myself.
MITCH TELLER: I wouldn’t worry about losing. Heck, you’ll do great. I would of bought a damn ticket if I knew you were gonna be on the show. If your match ain’t even on TV though I guess they will have one less order.
BRANDY BOYER: That’s what I like to hear. People should boycott this shit if they ain’t gonna put me on it.
MITCH TELLER: Damn right. Anyways, doll. I gotta go do a couple things on my boat. I’ll catch you later. Maybe I’ll check that YouTube thing and see if your match is on there.
BRANDY BOYER: Sounds good, Mitch.
Mitch gave Brandy a head nod before walking past her and slapping her on the shoulder. She smirked a bit as she turned back towards the camera for a second, the wind picking up a bit and loose strands of her hair blowing in her face a bit.
BRANDY BOYER: ASX… You boys are walking into a shitstorm on Sunday. You said it would be the most brutal dark match in history or something, right? Well you got that damn straight. It will be brutal. It’ll be nasty and it’ll be dangerous. I ain’t a technical wrestler and I don’t do fancy flips and shit. No, I’m going to take each one of you one at a time and pound your faces into the mat until I see blood. I’ll punch you, kick you, stomp on you and slam you until there is nothing left but a pile of bones and a broken will to live.
When the show starts and the fans all turn their televisions on all they will be wondering is why there is a red smear on the mat already. They are going to scratch their heads and ask their friends what happened during the dark match because it looks like somebody got their ass whooped. Then they’ll go to their little computers and find some news site so they can read all about how I destroyed both of you. How I humiliated you and how I made you walk out of Tacoma, Washington and your APW debut as a couple of New York, punk ass losers. Talk all the shit you want, boys. I’m still gonna beat you.
Brandy pulled her hood back up over her head then wiped her hair out of her face. From there she headed back towards the street, the camera man turning to watch her go before switching off the camera and following after her. Brandy was eager to get down to Tacoma and jump in the ring for a bit of practice. APW was a whole new world and she was about to make one hell of a splash come Christmas Chaos.
