Post by Raiden Ishimori on Nov 23, 2023 22:13:06 GMT -5
Ronnie: “Brayden.”
Brayden: “Yeah, what up broseph?”
Ronnie: “You’ve literally been staring images of sleeping cats for at least the past two hours. The fuck is going on in that head of yours?”
Brayden: “Trying to come up with merch ideas.”
The camera fades into the apartment space belonging to DTF’s Number One Broseph as he blankly stares at his computer screen, chin resting in one hand while the other continues to scroll through the available selection of images. Ronnie stands behind him, arms crossed and evidently confused by the whole spectacle.
Ronnie: “What exactly do cats have to do with merch concerning you? I would figure weed would be the go-to in your case like….I dunno…always?”
Brayden: “Can’t always go the easy route nor the obvious, broseph. Need something that’ll stand out, like a blep face or something.”
Ronnie: “The fuck is a blep face?”
Brayden: “This.”
Brayden enlarges one of the images, showing a sleeping gray cat whose tongue is sticking out a bit. Ronnie simply facepalms, hand dragging down the entirety of his face.
Ronnie: “Jesus Christ you are mental…”
Brayden: “No, mental would be me doing a J-ROK deathmatch and I had my fair share of insane classics when I was under Champoon’s banner. I even had to wrestle in space.”
Ronnie: “I could’ve sworn you guys were just on some kind of movie set…”
Brayden: “That’s what most would have you believe, but we were up there fighting baddies and what not.”
Ronnie turns to the camera with classic Office-esque stare, disbelief clinging to his face. He shakes his head, turning his attention back over to the screen as Brayden resumes his perusal of potential ideas.
Ronnie: “Why cats though?”
Brayden: “Because they’re chill like me, broseph. Besides, cats with sunglasses are also a popular form- Ohhhh…that might be the one.”
Ronnie: “The sleeping one or the one you just mentioned?”
Brayden: “The other one. I could just put little leaves or my initials on the glasses…maybe a joint in the cat’s mouth too. Hmm….I need to think this one over…”
Brayden pulls up his Notepad app, swiftly typing in the potential ideas before minimizing the app and closing out of the tab of cats, switching over to a YouTube tab that has several gaming related videos flooding his recommended page amid several lo-fi beats also listed within the sea of videos. Ronnie simply shakes his head, giving a dismissive wave of the hand as he motions to take his leave from the room.
Ronnie: “I’m raiding your fridge.”
Brayden: “Sounds good broseph.”
The door closes while Brayden pulls a rolled up joint towards him, lighter being produced and sparks up. One long drag and he billows the smoke upward, briefly watching it dissipate as he reclines back in his chair, beginning to lazily spin around in it.
Brayden: “Man, this month has flown by, but then again, it feels like this entire year has to some extent. Sin City continues to flourish, Tap Out keeps on trucking, and DTF is still impressing everyone who claps eyes on us. I’d say Vegas is doing one hell of a shift…well, with the exception of the whole F1 bit that had that really awkward start in the cold of the desert. Eh….not our problem since it ain’t our industry.”
He takes another drag, wrist moving about in slow circles as he contemplates his words.
Brayden: “However, if there is one problem that added itself to my to-do list for this month outside of last minute Thanksgiving prep, which reminds me that I still need do make that macaroni for later, I have the first big broseph I ever took on in this company in the form of Anders Von Gelato. Big man’s been putting in some work ever since our first encounter and I gotta give him props: he’s following after me and personally, this is how the way of things should be for our second encounter. Championship on the line, big crowd watching us in another David vs Goliath classic. Only downside….”
Another quick drag, swiftly puffing out the smoke from both his lips and nose.
Brayden: “The ending will be quite similar to when I took down the California Kaiju. I know some people are still wondering, ‘But broseph, how can you be so sure? Amsterdam cooked BEEF in back-to-back instances!’ and I give you this as an answer: Twice, I’ve felled opponents who were twice my size and in both contests, I found ways to overcome, adapt, and smoke them out. Angus fell victim to my speed and reflexes, and Cole had to fall victim to me chopping those tree trunks he has for legs. I’m nothing if not creative when it comes to ring work and looking to find what works in tight situations. Kade fell victim to it, and it’s what got me the coveted championship. One I intend on keeping for the holiday season.”
Brayden pauses in his spinning, taking another long drag coupled with its usual large billowing of smoke.
Brayden: “Augustus, my first ever broseph here in DTF, heed this decree: I still hold all the love and brotherly love that I do with all my brosephs that I’ve encountered and made here in DTF, and there’s no denying that you are one hell of a bulldozer once you get that engine fired up, but someone has to be the one to apply the brakes and send you skidding across the dirt face first. What finer ending than it being your very own broseph that is champion? I’m as much as a raging fire that you are, but I’ve been burning hotter and hotter with each passing month to the point I might as well be deemed unquenchable. One could say that I’m pretty lit.”
He chuckles to himself, spinning the joint once in his hand.
Brayden: “To think I’d be having two big tests back to back, figuratively and metaphorically speaking, but it isn’t the first time I’ve had to contend with such odds. In the grand scheme of it all, this is just another step in cementing my legacy not just in DTF, but in Vegas as a whole. I said from the start that I would prove myself to be THE Number One Broseph in these parts, and I’ve gone and done just that within the few months that I’ve been here. I climbed over you, climbed over the boss man’s son, and then climbed over this company’s first champion to become my namesake. You don’t write a better story than that, and frankly, it’s too early to write the ending for it. So go on. Take your swing, take your shot, but just know this Armin: You can’t exactly get a full connection when you’re lost in the clouds. By the end, I’ll still be the one flying high and blazing it with my broseph Ronnie. See ya soon, broseph. This’ll be another one for the history books.”
Brayden sits up from his chair, staring the camera down as he takes another drag before billow the smoke directly into the lens as it fades to black.
Brayden: “Yeah, what up broseph?”
Ronnie: “You’ve literally been staring images of sleeping cats for at least the past two hours. The fuck is going on in that head of yours?”
Brayden: “Trying to come up with merch ideas.”
The camera fades into the apartment space belonging to DTF’s Number One Broseph as he blankly stares at his computer screen, chin resting in one hand while the other continues to scroll through the available selection of images. Ronnie stands behind him, arms crossed and evidently confused by the whole spectacle.
Ronnie: “What exactly do cats have to do with merch concerning you? I would figure weed would be the go-to in your case like….I dunno…always?”
Brayden: “Can’t always go the easy route nor the obvious, broseph. Need something that’ll stand out, like a blep face or something.”
Ronnie: “The fuck is a blep face?”
Brayden: “This.”
Brayden enlarges one of the images, showing a sleeping gray cat whose tongue is sticking out a bit. Ronnie simply facepalms, hand dragging down the entirety of his face.
Ronnie: “Jesus Christ you are mental…”
Brayden: “No, mental would be me doing a J-ROK deathmatch and I had my fair share of insane classics when I was under Champoon’s banner. I even had to wrestle in space.”
Ronnie: “I could’ve sworn you guys were just on some kind of movie set…”
Brayden: “That’s what most would have you believe, but we were up there fighting baddies and what not.”
Ronnie turns to the camera with classic Office-esque stare, disbelief clinging to his face. He shakes his head, turning his attention back over to the screen as Brayden resumes his perusal of potential ideas.
Ronnie: “Why cats though?”
Brayden: “Because they’re chill like me, broseph. Besides, cats with sunglasses are also a popular form- Ohhhh…that might be the one.”
Ronnie: “The sleeping one or the one you just mentioned?”
Brayden: “The other one. I could just put little leaves or my initials on the glasses…maybe a joint in the cat’s mouth too. Hmm….I need to think this one over…”
Brayden pulls up his Notepad app, swiftly typing in the potential ideas before minimizing the app and closing out of the tab of cats, switching over to a YouTube tab that has several gaming related videos flooding his recommended page amid several lo-fi beats also listed within the sea of videos. Ronnie simply shakes his head, giving a dismissive wave of the hand as he motions to take his leave from the room.
Ronnie: “I’m raiding your fridge.”
Brayden: “Sounds good broseph.”
The door closes while Brayden pulls a rolled up joint towards him, lighter being produced and sparks up. One long drag and he billows the smoke upward, briefly watching it dissipate as he reclines back in his chair, beginning to lazily spin around in it.
Brayden: “Man, this month has flown by, but then again, it feels like this entire year has to some extent. Sin City continues to flourish, Tap Out keeps on trucking, and DTF is still impressing everyone who claps eyes on us. I’d say Vegas is doing one hell of a shift…well, with the exception of the whole F1 bit that had that really awkward start in the cold of the desert. Eh….not our problem since it ain’t our industry.”
He takes another drag, wrist moving about in slow circles as he contemplates his words.
Brayden: “However, if there is one problem that added itself to my to-do list for this month outside of last minute Thanksgiving prep, which reminds me that I still need do make that macaroni for later, I have the first big broseph I ever took on in this company in the form of Anders Von Gelato. Big man’s been putting in some work ever since our first encounter and I gotta give him props: he’s following after me and personally, this is how the way of things should be for our second encounter. Championship on the line, big crowd watching us in another David vs Goliath classic. Only downside….”
Another quick drag, swiftly puffing out the smoke from both his lips and nose.
Brayden: “The ending will be quite similar to when I took down the California Kaiju. I know some people are still wondering, ‘But broseph, how can you be so sure? Amsterdam cooked BEEF in back-to-back instances!’ and I give you this as an answer: Twice, I’ve felled opponents who were twice my size and in both contests, I found ways to overcome, adapt, and smoke them out. Angus fell victim to my speed and reflexes, and Cole had to fall victim to me chopping those tree trunks he has for legs. I’m nothing if not creative when it comes to ring work and looking to find what works in tight situations. Kade fell victim to it, and it’s what got me the coveted championship. One I intend on keeping for the holiday season.”
Brayden pauses in his spinning, taking another long drag coupled with its usual large billowing of smoke.
Brayden: “Augustus, my first ever broseph here in DTF, heed this decree: I still hold all the love and brotherly love that I do with all my brosephs that I’ve encountered and made here in DTF, and there’s no denying that you are one hell of a bulldozer once you get that engine fired up, but someone has to be the one to apply the brakes and send you skidding across the dirt face first. What finer ending than it being your very own broseph that is champion? I’m as much as a raging fire that you are, but I’ve been burning hotter and hotter with each passing month to the point I might as well be deemed unquenchable. One could say that I’m pretty lit.”
He chuckles to himself, spinning the joint once in his hand.
Brayden: “To think I’d be having two big tests back to back, figuratively and metaphorically speaking, but it isn’t the first time I’ve had to contend with such odds. In the grand scheme of it all, this is just another step in cementing my legacy not just in DTF, but in Vegas as a whole. I said from the start that I would prove myself to be THE Number One Broseph in these parts, and I’ve gone and done just that within the few months that I’ve been here. I climbed over you, climbed over the boss man’s son, and then climbed over this company’s first champion to become my namesake. You don’t write a better story than that, and frankly, it’s too early to write the ending for it. So go on. Take your swing, take your shot, but just know this Armin: You can’t exactly get a full connection when you’re lost in the clouds. By the end, I’ll still be the one flying high and blazing it with my broseph Ronnie. See ya soon, broseph. This’ll be another one for the history books.”
Brayden sits up from his chair, staring the camera down as he takes another drag before billow the smoke directly into the lens as it fades to black.