Post by matt on May 12, 2021 9:06:47 GMT -6
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Off Camera
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“Come on! Harder! I SAID PUNCH THE EVER LIVING SHIT OUT OF THIS!”
The grizzly, intense voice is that of veteran wrestling trainer, the man known as “Britain’s Best” Glenn Braddock. He is dressed in his typical gray sweater and matching gray sweatpants as he watches his oldest daughter, “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock, punching away at a heavy bag in his wrestling school in London, England. This is all routine for The British Bombshell; whenever she has a big match coming up she goes to her father’s veteran wisdom for guidance and assistance. It’s like Rocky Balboa going to Mickey just before facing Apollo Creed for the Heavyweight Title, Glory Braddock is going to the man she trusts more than anyone else, Glenn Braddock, to prepare her for one of the biggest tests of her wrestling careers…
...a Cage Scramble featuring herself, Melissa Reeves, Keelan Jayce, Megan Monroe, and Seth Iser for the MWE World Championship. The gorgeous blonde is dressed in purple workout shorts and a plain gray t-shirt that matches the color of gray her father is wearing. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail in the back.
“You can do better than this!” Glenn exclaims angrily. “Picture that bitch Reeves or that arrogant bastard Iser! Picture any of those lot of rotten bastards and what you wanna do to them at Sick Cunt Lions!”
Braddock starts laughing uncontrollably and this causes her to stop punching the bag. Her father isn’t too pleased with this and also doesn’t see the humor in any of this, none at all. “What the hell is so goddamn funny?!”
“You said Sick Cunt Lions!”
“Isn’t that the name of this fucking show?!”
“Hic Sunt Leones, dad.” Glory says with a wink.
“Close enough. Stupid ass promotions nowadays with their damnable ridiculous names. Back in my day we didn’t have fancy ass names to promote events. We also didn’t have fancy gimmicks like this dumbass cage scrambles you’re participating in.”
“I bet back in your day you had to walk ten miles to the arena in teen feet of snow with no shoes on just to compete, right?”
“Smart ass.” Glenn says growling. “But come on, ya gotta admit shit was easier back in my day. Just one on one, may the better man win…”
“Or woman.” His daughter says with a knowing grin. Glenn rolls his eyes.
“Right, whatever. Point is I know ya can easily whip this Seth Iser’s ass any damn time ya want to; but ya got three other idiots to contend with besides Iser. Someone could steal this win from ya, Gloria.”
Braddock nods her head. “I know but that’s not important right now. I can only play the hand that’s dealt me. You taught me that one yourself. No excuses, no complaints, just fight your hardest and let the chips fall where they may. And that’s what I will do at Sic Cunt Lions…”
“Hic Sunt Loeones.” Glenn says, correcting his daughter. Glory smacks herself on the forehead.
“See? You got me to doing it now!” The British Bombshell sits down on the floor and buries her head in her hands. Tears are beginning to form in her eyes. She feels a hand on her shoulder.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I just miss you, dad. That’s all.”
“I miss you too. But I will be with you every step of the way. I will be in your corner. I will be watching you from above, me and the man upstairs sharing a cold one while we watch you kick some ass and win your sixteenth world championship.”
“Thanks, dad...I’m doing it for you…”
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…”Glory?”
“Huh?!”
“Wake up!” Braddock is startled out of a sound sleep. She shakes her head furiously and finds herself alone in her personal gym in Miami Florida. It is slowly beginning to dawn on her that she was dreaming again. She sighs as she turns her gaze up to see who just woke her up...she sees the loving and concerned gaze of her husband, Kurt Logan, standing there above her.
“You ok?”
“I’m sorry, Kurt, I guess I nodded off for a minute there.”
Kurt holds out his hand and Glory accepts it. Kurt pulls her back to her feet. “You need to slow down, babe. Take a rest every once in awhile.”
“I think you just woke me up from one of those prescribed rests, Kurt.”
“Point taken.” Kurt says with a chuckle. “But seriously, take a break. You don’t look so good.”
“I’m fine, love. What makes you think I don’t look good?”
He points to her eyes, which are red from the crying. “You’ve been crying.”
“Oh that...I just had a dream about dad.”
“I see.” Kurt places a comforting arm around his wife’s shoulder. “I know you miss him”
“It’s more than that, Kurt. From the moment he died I began to take every single one of his lessons and corrupt them. I twisted them and threw them back in the face of his legacy. I have fought for a long time now to redeem myself.”
“And you have redeemed yourself. The fans have accepted you again, your peers accept you again, you are respected again.”
Braddock shakes her head. “That’s good but it isn’t good enough for me. I promised to treat wrestling with the utmost respect, I vowed to give back to this business that has given so much to my family. I get the chance to do all that again by winning the MWE World Championship and become a fighting champion, defending it each and every week if I’m asked. But I have to win it…”
“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, babe. You can do it, I know you can.”
Glory looks at Kurt and smirks. “Kurt, love, I am at my best when the pressure is on. I will win the MWE World Championship and I will do it for my dad’s memory and legacy. I’m doing it for him, not for me.”
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“Come on! Harder! I SAID PUNCH THE EVER LIVING SHIT OUT OF THIS!”
The grizzly, intense voice is that of veteran wrestling trainer, the man known as “Britain’s Best” Glenn Braddock. He is dressed in his typical gray sweater and matching gray sweatpants as he watches his oldest daughter, “The British Bombshell” Glory Braddock, punching away at a heavy bag in his wrestling school in London, England. This is all routine for The British Bombshell; whenever she has a big match coming up she goes to her father’s veteran wisdom for guidance and assistance. It’s like Rocky Balboa going to Mickey just before facing Apollo Creed for the Heavyweight Title, Glory Braddock is going to the man she trusts more than anyone else, Glenn Braddock, to prepare her for one of the biggest tests of her wrestling careers…
...a Cage Scramble featuring herself, Melissa Reeves, Keelan Jayce, Megan Monroe, and Seth Iser for the MWE World Championship. The gorgeous blonde is dressed in purple workout shorts and a plain gray t-shirt that matches the color of gray her father is wearing. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail in the back.
“You can do better than this!” Glenn exclaims angrily. “Picture that bitch Reeves or that arrogant bastard Iser! Picture any of those lot of rotten bastards and what you wanna do to them at Sick Cunt Lions!”
Braddock starts laughing uncontrollably and this causes her to stop punching the bag. Her father isn’t too pleased with this and also doesn’t see the humor in any of this, none at all. “What the hell is so goddamn funny?!”
“You said Sick Cunt Lions!”
“Isn’t that the name of this fucking show?!”
“Hic Sunt Leones, dad.” Glory says with a wink.
“Close enough. Stupid ass promotions nowadays with their damnable ridiculous names. Back in my day we didn’t have fancy ass names to promote events. We also didn’t have fancy gimmicks like this dumbass cage scrambles you’re participating in.”
“I bet back in your day you had to walk ten miles to the arena in teen feet of snow with no shoes on just to compete, right?”
“Smart ass.” Glenn says growling. “But come on, ya gotta admit shit was easier back in my day. Just one on one, may the better man win…”
“Or woman.” His daughter says with a knowing grin. Glenn rolls his eyes.
“Right, whatever. Point is I know ya can easily whip this Seth Iser’s ass any damn time ya want to; but ya got three other idiots to contend with besides Iser. Someone could steal this win from ya, Gloria.”
Braddock nods her head. “I know but that’s not important right now. I can only play the hand that’s dealt me. You taught me that one yourself. No excuses, no complaints, just fight your hardest and let the chips fall where they may. And that’s what I will do at Sic Cunt Lions…”
“Hic Sunt Loeones.” Glenn says, correcting his daughter. Glory smacks herself on the forehead.
“See? You got me to doing it now!” The British Bombshell sits down on the floor and buries her head in her hands. Tears are beginning to form in her eyes. She feels a hand on her shoulder.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I just miss you, dad. That’s all.”
“I miss you too. But I will be with you every step of the way. I will be in your corner. I will be watching you from above, me and the man upstairs sharing a cold one while we watch you kick some ass and win your sixteenth world championship.”
“Thanks, dad...I’m doing it for you…”
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…”Glory?”
“Huh?!”
“Wake up!” Braddock is startled out of a sound sleep. She shakes her head furiously and finds herself alone in her personal gym in Miami Florida. It is slowly beginning to dawn on her that she was dreaming again. She sighs as she turns her gaze up to see who just woke her up...she sees the loving and concerned gaze of her husband, Kurt Logan, standing there above her.
“You ok?”
“I’m sorry, Kurt, I guess I nodded off for a minute there.”
Kurt holds out his hand and Glory accepts it. Kurt pulls her back to her feet. “You need to slow down, babe. Take a rest every once in awhile.”
“I think you just woke me up from one of those prescribed rests, Kurt.”
“Point taken.” Kurt says with a chuckle. “But seriously, take a break. You don’t look so good.”
“I’m fine, love. What makes you think I don’t look good?”
He points to her eyes, which are red from the crying. “You’ve been crying.”
“Oh that...I just had a dream about dad.”
“I see.” Kurt places a comforting arm around his wife’s shoulder. “I know you miss him”
“It’s more than that, Kurt. From the moment he died I began to take every single one of his lessons and corrupt them. I twisted them and threw them back in the face of his legacy. I have fought for a long time now to redeem myself.”
“And you have redeemed yourself. The fans have accepted you again, your peers accept you again, you are respected again.”
Braddock shakes her head. “That’s good but it isn’t good enough for me. I promised to treat wrestling with the utmost respect, I vowed to give back to this business that has given so much to my family. I get the chance to do all that again by winning the MWE World Championship and become a fighting champion, defending it each and every week if I’m asked. But I have to win it…”
“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, babe. You can do it, I know you can.”
Glory looks at Kurt and smirks. “Kurt, love, I am at my best when the pressure is on. I will win the MWE World Championship and I will do it for my dad’s memory and legacy. I’m doing it for him, not for me.”