Brad Swann: Chapter One
Feb 1, 2018 15:45:07 GMT -5
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Post by The King on Feb 1, 2018 15:45:07 GMT -5
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..::XHF SUPREMACY::..
28/01/18
I look down at my phone and gaze upon the picture, XHF Supremacy, where I turned my back on Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling and allied myself as an Icon Prospect. I wouldn't change it for the world, the cold, hard steel being swung upon the heads of the Brotherhood. Synn's limp body as I cracked his head in with 10 kg of steel. That day will always live on in the archives of the XHF, the day the name "Brad Swann" was finally recognized by the hierarchy in AXW, and the fans of the XHF. While I'm not a fully fledged member of the Icons, I still treat it as my induction into the group whether or not Barratt sees it that way, which I doubt. I'm now defined by the words "Protege" and "Prospect", and to that I say, fucking bring it on. To finally be recognized as a valuable prospect really fills me with the motivation to go out there and make a change in the world of wrestling, to put my foot down and say fuck you to those who never believed in me before. I've made it this far, there's no looking back now.
Yo, what the fuck are you thinking? That's Crow out there, our European champion, probably the figurehead of the whole damn company! You just swung that chair down upon his head like it was nuttin'!
I look across at BB Gunn and place my phone back in my pocket, I stay silent, as now is not the best time to speak. No doubt he's willing to rip my head off alongside the rest of my colleagues. But I don't care what he thinks, he's only a commentator, it's not like he'll hand my ass to me in seconds. He stares at me, waiting for a valuable response, but gets none in return. I slowly begin to walk away and head out of my locker, looking for my new stablemates. Gunn calls my name but I don't pay any attention to him, he doesn't sound happy at all.
..::XHF SUPREMACY::..
28/01/18
I look down at my phone and gaze upon the picture, XHF Supremacy, where I turned my back on Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling and allied myself as an Icon Prospect. I wouldn't change it for the world, the cold, hard steel being swung upon the heads of the Brotherhood. Synn's limp body as I cracked his head in with 10 kg of steel. That day will always live on in the archives of the XHF, the day the name "Brad Swann" was finally recognized by the hierarchy in AXW, and the fans of the XHF. While I'm not a fully fledged member of the Icons, I still treat it as my induction into the group whether or not Barratt sees it that way, which I doubt. I'm now defined by the words "Protege" and "Prospect", and to that I say, fucking bring it on. To finally be recognized as a valuable prospect really fills me with the motivation to go out there and make a change in the world of wrestling, to put my foot down and say fuck you to those who never believed in me before. I've made it this far, there's no looking back now.
Yo, what the fuck are you thinking? That's Crow out there, our European champion, probably the figurehead of the whole damn company! You just swung that chair down upon his head like it was nuttin'!
I look across at BB Gunn and place my phone back in my pocket, I stay silent, as now is not the best time to speak. No doubt he's willing to rip my head off alongside the rest of my colleagues. But I don't care what he thinks, he's only a commentator, it's not like he'll hand my ass to me in seconds. He stares at me, waiting for a valuable response, but gets none in return. I slowly begin to walk away and head out of my locker, looking for my new stablemates. Gunn calls my name but I don't pay any attention to him, he doesn't sound happy at all.
I've been looking for you everywhere, young man! What the heck do you think you're playing at?!
I brush past Derrick Donovan as he runs up to me, his face sweaty and full of a red fiery anger. He turns back to try and grab my arm but I shove him off and carry on down the hall, looking for my mentor and his friends. He calls my name, but I ignore him like I did Gunn. After a little while, I find the Icons storming down a hallway, people all trying to get in their face and get a piece of them. I immediately call to Bobby but he's too busy trying to get through crowds of people, I decide to get in-front of the Icons, and help push the barrage of people out the way. Finally we make it to their changing room and they all swarm in as I hold the door open, Bobby heads straight in, but the other members look at me in a skeptical manner as they make their way inside. Finally, when they've all retreated to their room, I step inside, only to be shoved out by Maverick, I'm confused, but accept it.
Stay there! You keep watch and any hint of them, you let us know!
Ah, sound plan! I nod my head as I lean against the door and look around, scouting the area. I hear murmurings inside, footsteps, as though Bobby is walking back and forth. I decide to press my ear against the door and listen in, when I hear a knock. It makes me jump at first and then I stand back, realizing that Barratt noticed I was listening in. I peep my head down the hallway, looking for the Brotherhood, waiting to sound the alarm if they come storming over. I'm a bit anxious, I mean, I did just betray them when they needed me most. After a short while though, the anxiety passes as I realize that they've got another match coming up soon, when they fight for the tag team titles later on in the night. No way they'll come get me now. Though don't get me wrong, when the fifth of February comes along, I'm expecting an ass kicking.
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..::AXW PRESS CONFERENCE: PARKING LOT::..
01/02/18
I'm surprised I got called into the AXW press conference, but never the less I stroll up to the Birmingham venue and stroll right on in with my suitcase. I'm expecting a beating, no doubt The Storm Crow and Synn are here, waiting to ambush me on any given second. I watch my back every few seconds, expecting them to jump out with steel chairs of their own, but they never do. I'm wearing shades, to cover my eyes of course, and a black suit and tie combo. Got to look fancy for my stablemates in the Icons, no doubt they'll be watching what I have to say from America, well, Bobby will at least. I walk on past the cars and a big convertible pulls up alongside me, I'm scared to the bone, expecting Crow to be in the drivers seat. But to my surprise it's someone entirely different, the X*Crown champion, Rob Arnold. I've been meaning to speak to him ever since I joined the Icons as a prospect, he turned his back on Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling and it seems he's doing rather well for himself in the process.
Oh hey Rob! I've been meaning to speak to you. I need a plan, you turned on these people. How did you survive in the lockerooms without getting beaten up?
Rob opens his car door and steps out, his suit even fancier than mine. His shades twice as expensive. He looks at me like he wants nothing to do with what I have to say, but after I stare him down for a while, he finally answers.
Oh you need a plan? I get it. You're right, I did do the same thing as you, but here’s the thing Swann, I clearly had a plan, I didn’t need to find my own Rob Arnold. My advice? Always have a plan. Now fuck off.
I watch him as he rolls his suitcase of championships into the conference venue and ignores my very existence. Well that went well, didn't it? Great. Looks like I may be making an enemy out of Rob Arnold aswell if I'm not careful, and he's someone you really don't want to make an enemy out of. I sigh as I trail on behind him and enter through the doors of the venue.
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..::AXW PRESS CONFERENCE: INSIDE::..
01/02/18
Wait what? Crow's been sent to rehab for a while? Synn's gone with him to make sure he settles in alright? They're not here tonight?
Fuck yes! This is the news I've been looking for, it looks like the Icons beat-down really did get to the old man after all. And Synn's out aswell? Get the fuck in! I watch as the production member nods her head, she proceeds to hand me a piece of paper with the words "Anonymous TV" card written on it. I pray for an easy match, but my face drops when I realize who they're putting me up against.
I'm facing Synn?!
I shout as everyone looks around at me in confusion, I bow my head and ignore their glares, staring at the card, shaking. I'm gonna get my ass whooped. Wait, no. No I'm not. I'm an Icon Prospect for a reason! I shouldn't be so harsh on myself. Synn should be shaking in his boots right now, I'm gonna be the one to whoop his ass! He won't see it coming. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I need to prepare. I look down at my watch. I'm on in five minutes, ah for fuck's sake. Screw it. Let's impress the crowd here tonight then worry about this afterwards.
Oh, Swann. You're nearly on.
I nod my head at the production member and walk my way down the hall, ready for the conference. It's time to impress Bobby, show him I'm a real team player. I open my pockets and look at the spray canisters in there. It's time for the Icons to take over the Press Conference. It's time for the Icon's name to be sprayed everywhere.
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I brush past Derrick Donovan as he runs up to me, his face sweaty and full of a red fiery anger. He turns back to try and grab my arm but I shove him off and carry on down the hall, looking for my mentor and his friends. He calls my name, but I ignore him like I did Gunn. After a little while, I find the Icons storming down a hallway, people all trying to get in their face and get a piece of them. I immediately call to Bobby but he's too busy trying to get through crowds of people, I decide to get in-front of the Icons, and help push the barrage of people out the way. Finally we make it to their changing room and they all swarm in as I hold the door open, Bobby heads straight in, but the other members look at me in a skeptical manner as they make their way inside. Finally, when they've all retreated to their room, I step inside, only to be shoved out by Maverick, I'm confused, but accept it.
Stay there! You keep watch and any hint of them, you let us know!
Ah, sound plan! I nod my head as I lean against the door and look around, scouting the area. I hear murmurings inside, footsteps, as though Bobby is walking back and forth. I decide to press my ear against the door and listen in, when I hear a knock. It makes me jump at first and then I stand back, realizing that Barratt noticed I was listening in. I peep my head down the hallway, looking for the Brotherhood, waiting to sound the alarm if they come storming over. I'm a bit anxious, I mean, I did just betray them when they needed me most. After a short while though, the anxiety passes as I realize that they've got another match coming up soon, when they fight for the tag team titles later on in the night. No way they'll come get me now. Though don't get me wrong, when the fifth of February comes along, I'm expecting an ass kicking.
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..::AXW PRESS CONFERENCE: PARKING LOT::..
01/02/18
I'm surprised I got called into the AXW press conference, but never the less I stroll up to the Birmingham venue and stroll right on in with my suitcase. I'm expecting a beating, no doubt The Storm Crow and Synn are here, waiting to ambush me on any given second. I watch my back every few seconds, expecting them to jump out with steel chairs of their own, but they never do. I'm wearing shades, to cover my eyes of course, and a black suit and tie combo. Got to look fancy for my stablemates in the Icons, no doubt they'll be watching what I have to say from America, well, Bobby will at least. I walk on past the cars and a big convertible pulls up alongside me, I'm scared to the bone, expecting Crow to be in the drivers seat. But to my surprise it's someone entirely different, the X*Crown champion, Rob Arnold. I've been meaning to speak to him ever since I joined the Icons as a prospect, he turned his back on Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling and it seems he's doing rather well for himself in the process.
Oh hey Rob! I've been meaning to speak to you. I need a plan, you turned on these people. How did you survive in the lockerooms without getting beaten up?
Rob opens his car door and steps out, his suit even fancier than mine. His shades twice as expensive. He looks at me like he wants nothing to do with what I have to say, but after I stare him down for a while, he finally answers.
Oh you need a plan? I get it. You're right, I did do the same thing as you, but here’s the thing Swann, I clearly had a plan, I didn’t need to find my own Rob Arnold. My advice? Always have a plan. Now fuck off.
I watch him as he rolls his suitcase of championships into the conference venue and ignores my very existence. Well that went well, didn't it? Great. Looks like I may be making an enemy out of Rob Arnold aswell if I'm not careful, and he's someone you really don't want to make an enemy out of. I sigh as I trail on behind him and enter through the doors of the venue.
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..::AXW PRESS CONFERENCE: INSIDE::..
01/02/18
Wait what? Crow's been sent to rehab for a while? Synn's gone with him to make sure he settles in alright? They're not here tonight?
Fuck yes! This is the news I've been looking for, it looks like the Icons beat-down really did get to the old man after all. And Synn's out aswell? Get the fuck in! I watch as the production member nods her head, she proceeds to hand me a piece of paper with the words "Anonymous TV" card written on it. I pray for an easy match, but my face drops when I realize who they're putting me up against.
I'm facing Synn?!
I shout as everyone looks around at me in confusion, I bow my head and ignore their glares, staring at the card, shaking. I'm gonna get my ass whooped. Wait, no. No I'm not. I'm an Icon Prospect for a reason! I shouldn't be so harsh on myself. Synn should be shaking in his boots right now, I'm gonna be the one to whoop his ass! He won't see it coming. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I need to prepare. I look down at my watch. I'm on in five minutes, ah for fuck's sake. Screw it. Let's impress the crowd here tonight then worry about this afterwards.
Oh, Swann. You're nearly on.
I nod my head at the production member and walk my way down the hall, ready for the conference. It's time to impress Bobby, show him I'm a real team player. I open my pockets and look at the spray canisters in there. It's time for the Icons to take over the Press Conference. It's time for the Icon's name to be sprayed everywhere.
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