Post by The Lost One on Apr 4, 2014 19:10:52 GMT -6
It was hard to tell which was more magnificent. The beautiful Seattle skyline or the man dressed to the nines standing just on the edge of a rock looking out over the beautiful landscape. Broderick was standing on the edge of a rock overhang in a three piece suit and shoes shined to such perfection they reflected the sunlight of the afternoon sun.
The suit was a beautiful black with a white dress shirt beneath and a silk tie around his neck. Oh his face, as per usual, were a pair of two hundred dollar sunglasses. His hands were in his pocket and he stood perfectly still staring at the city. It was almost a full minute before he turned and looked back over his shoulder at the black mustang with its top down.
Sitting in the passenger seat was the beautiful Platinum haired goddess. Her hair was hanging down over a single shoulder. She wore a black and silver half top and a pair of black jeans with black spiked boots. She had one of the boots up and resting on the dashboard. She had ear buds in and seemed to be in her own little world.
Brody turned around and the two locked eyes. He motioned his head to the camera man standing a short ways from the car and Jeszika gave him a brief look then lifted her head with her lips upturned. A little smirk touched his lips then he bent at the waist and kissed her briefly. Black fingerless lace gloves came up and ran fingers down his lips then she made a playful biting motion.
Brody grinned at the playful bite and then planted another quick kiss that made her lick her lips then came around the car toward the camera man. As he was walking toward the camera man he began to speak, his tone conversational, even a bit friendly.
Brody: “Kyle Travis. Let me start by saying....no one gives two shits what your wondering about. No one cares about your paranoid delusions about my wife. No one cares about your idle threats about our match. No one cares about anything you have said, you have done, you will say or you will do....in all discovered and undiscovered dimensions.
No one cares about your silence delusions about how we booked a opera hall. Maybe Samuel or Oliver is going to surprise us and wow the entire audience with a showing of unknown musical talent. Maybe you may actually grow a set of nuts and be able to sing in something other then soprano.
Who cares how it happened? It's happened and that's all that mattered.....but you will ignore that because god forbid anyone tell you something you don't agree with it. You will keep going on and on and on about it until no one even find's it remotely funny or interesting anymore.
Tell me something Kyle....”
Brody paused a moment and lifted a hand. He grasped the sunglasses and pulled them from his face. Hands very slowly holding them glasses before carefully tucking them into the lapel of his blazer.
Brody: “You ever heard the expression beating a dead horse? You seem to do it a lot Kyle. You go on and on and on about some company called NEW.....and no one cares.
You go on and on and on about some owner that kept you down.....and no one cares.
You go on and on and on about your suspicions about my wife and even when you are told your wrong......from EVERYONE.....you still keep right on beating that dead horse....and you are wrong.....and STILL no one cares!”
When Brody laughs now it was at Kyle a half heart ed, mocking chuckle filled with disgust and pity.
Brody: “You would think you would learn from your mistake. You would think ME telling you to stop....and that your doing nothing except embarrassing yourself with teach you.....but NOOOOOOOOO you have to keep wacking that freaking horse with the stick long after BOTH the stick and the horse are dead.
Do you know who finds your evidence overwhelming? YOU. No one else Kyle. You are the only one who thinks it....or even CARES. How many times do you have to get smacked in the forehead with the dick of mistakes before you realize that thumping sound isn't applause.....but the shaft bouncing off your forehead.”
Brody actually went as far as to reach down and grab a stick from the ground. He held the stick up over his head and began to tap his forehead with the end of it all the while looking oblivious to the fact that the stick was tapping off his forehead. Behind him Jeszika was doubled over in her seat laughing. With the stick tapping off his forehead he began to speak.
Brody: “....What is this feeling....it can't be the obvious thing so it must be the raindrops of angels! I must be a blessed god!”
Brody dropped the stick in disgust and snorted.
Brody: “It's not the raindrop of Angels Kyle. It's some homeless guy peeing on your head from where you past out in the gutter. You actually overdosed on your own verbal diarrhea and fell down into the gutter.
In the future Kyle. When you hear hoof beats go ahead and think horse and not unicorn okay? We all know how your mind cannot help but obsess about the most ridiculous things, so I figured I would save you the trouble.
Remember....”
Brody leaned in and whispered.
Brody: “....Horsee.”
Brody stared into the camera intently a moment then snorted, straightened up and fixed his tie.
Brody: “You know Kyle, now that you have said how adorable we are together, I think we can sleep at night, because as you know.....your approval means the world to....NO FUCKING ONE! I will go ahead and ignore the talk of her being a hypocrite, because if you still cannot get through your thick fucking skull that Jeszika is a different woman then I suppose the only way you will learn is by getting verbally ripped to shreds by every single person you face.
Don't be surprised when you start a steady decline in your record if you keep this up. The U.W.A. Fans can see through your bullshit. The U.W.A. Roster can see through your bullshit and the U.W.A. Brass can see through your bullshit.
So when you have lost ten straight matches don't sit back and wonder why. Remember me. Remember this moment. I warned you Princess.”
Brody took a breath and breathed out through his nose to calm himself then continued.
Brody: “You wonder about Sentinel. My god....do you EVER wonder about anything that we don't already know the answer to? Sentinel will do NOTHING because if he does Oliver Georgio will fire his big retarded ass and Sentinel doesn't want that. I don't care if I stripped that little harlot Talon down to her bra and panties and took candid pictures, Sentinel would do nothing but stand there and make Helen Keller sounds.
You think you can get under my skin by telling me she isn't worth it. That's actually amusing because did you realize that your opinion on the matter mattered less then Sentinel's.....well Sentinel wouldn't give his opinion, he would point and grunt, but you get the message.
But see now, NOW, we finally get to the meat and potatoes of the matter.
NOW you have finally said something that was actually worth a damn.”
Brody brought his hands together and rubbed them together. Actually went as far as to lick his lips briefly and nod like he was truly looking forward to this. Which, if you asked him to tell you truthfully, he was.
Brody: “You finally started on what mattered. Our match. The fact that you need to impress Oliver Georgio. All you have to do is impress him. Win, lose, draw or submission you simply need to impress him. However in true Kyle Travis fashion you miss the most obvious and important factor in that statement.”
Brody leaned in close to the camera and whispered very softly.
Brody: “If you need to impress him.....that lean's you haven't thus far.”
Brody leaned back and his face split into a wide smirk.
Brody: “Maybe you should take a second to consider that. All your ranting about other company’s and insane theories about doppelgangers has gotten you nowhere. Maybe you need to.....i don't know....STOP?!
Look at the top guys in this company. Sentinel, Aerynn, Pauly, Myself and Miss Jeszika. Do you see us going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on....”
Jeszika: “BABY!”
Brody: “....Thanks. As I was saying. We don't go on and on about things that don't matter. We keep our eyes on the here and now.....and we are actually successful. You should try it.....you would rocket to heights you couldn't image. You have all the raw talent in the world Kyle......but it is overshadowed by your obsession with screw jobs, favoritism and conspiracy theories.
Just some friendly advice.”
Brody lifted a hand and made a face that said “Hey, just saying” then slid his hands back into his pockets.
Brody: “I hate to tell you this Kyle.....but your not the devil. You never were and you never will be. You do bad things.....because you think it will get a reaction, not because it's who you are. You are loving with your wife.....proud of your traditions and wear your battle scars like an old war hero. Oliver Georgio may have thought he was hiring the devil.....but he was wrong.
You are a good girl, who thinks that girls all want the bad boys. You are that guy who wears the leather jacket and thinks he is tough because he thinks it will make him cool. You fail to realize that true cool is being true to who you are. If you stood up to fight for what you BELIEVED and not for your theories, you may actually be a force to be reckoned with.
Until then you are simply a Imp who is playing parlor tricks to convince the world he is the devil.....but I hate to tell you this.....I am not afraid of the dark, or the things that hide in it.”
Brody shrugged gently to make his point. He reached into his pocket and pulled the car keys out and glanced once over at Jeszika who was face down in her phone texting with someone, then back at the camera.
Brody: “It's amusing you think I am even remotely afraid of you. I wasn't afraid of Sentinel. I wasn't afraid of Nick Daniels or Aerynn and I damn sure am not afraid of some pompous ass. You call this my execution, do you know what I call this Kyle? Education.
You were wrong about Jeszika, and I educated you.
You were wrong about what Oliver Georgio thought of you, and I educated you.
You were wrong about your place in U.W.A., and I intend to educate you.
You were wrong about being the devil, and I educated you.
You were wrong about damn near everything you have ever said and I educated you.
Now the only question remains is whether or not you learn anything from all of us. But somehow....i doubt it.”
Brody shook his head gently back and forth and began to fidget with the key a moment then snapped his fingers and nodded.
Brody: “You made comparisons to us, and I find them amusing. Infinitely amusing. So let me correct you.
You bore people to tears. Me? I make the good girls bad and the bad girls worse.
You have a little house cat. I turn the girl next door into hell on heels.
You make claims about being mistreated. Me? They can try and lock me up, but NO ONE holds down a freak like me.
You claim to be the thing that everyone NEEDS, while being the thing that no one WANTS. Me? I am EVERYTHING they want, while being nothing they need.
You asked me a question as you left us Kyle. I will wonder how I thought myself worth to challenge a King. So, allow me a moment of my own.
You called yourself a King and we all know what I am don't we? I am the All American Nightmare and Kyle, even Kings get Nightmares Kyle. You will learn that first hand come Mayhem.”
Brody offered one final smirk before turning and sliding into the car. The mustang roared to life and left a cloud of smoke behind as the two sped off with the ghost of the Platinum haired goddess's giggle left in the air as they disappeared.
The suit was a beautiful black with a white dress shirt beneath and a silk tie around his neck. Oh his face, as per usual, were a pair of two hundred dollar sunglasses. His hands were in his pocket and he stood perfectly still staring at the city. It was almost a full minute before he turned and looked back over his shoulder at the black mustang with its top down.
Sitting in the passenger seat was the beautiful Platinum haired goddess. Her hair was hanging down over a single shoulder. She wore a black and silver half top and a pair of black jeans with black spiked boots. She had one of the boots up and resting on the dashboard. She had ear buds in and seemed to be in her own little world.
Brody turned around and the two locked eyes. He motioned his head to the camera man standing a short ways from the car and Jeszika gave him a brief look then lifted her head with her lips upturned. A little smirk touched his lips then he bent at the waist and kissed her briefly. Black fingerless lace gloves came up and ran fingers down his lips then she made a playful biting motion.
Brody grinned at the playful bite and then planted another quick kiss that made her lick her lips then came around the car toward the camera man. As he was walking toward the camera man he began to speak, his tone conversational, even a bit friendly.
Brody: “Kyle Travis. Let me start by saying....no one gives two shits what your wondering about. No one cares about your paranoid delusions about my wife. No one cares about your idle threats about our match. No one cares about anything you have said, you have done, you will say or you will do....in all discovered and undiscovered dimensions.
No one cares about your silence delusions about how we booked a opera hall. Maybe Samuel or Oliver is going to surprise us and wow the entire audience with a showing of unknown musical talent. Maybe you may actually grow a set of nuts and be able to sing in something other then soprano.
Who cares how it happened? It's happened and that's all that mattered.....but you will ignore that because god forbid anyone tell you something you don't agree with it. You will keep going on and on and on about it until no one even find's it remotely funny or interesting anymore.
Tell me something Kyle....”
Brody paused a moment and lifted a hand. He grasped the sunglasses and pulled them from his face. Hands very slowly holding them glasses before carefully tucking them into the lapel of his blazer.
Brody: “You ever heard the expression beating a dead horse? You seem to do it a lot Kyle. You go on and on and on about some company called NEW.....and no one cares.
You go on and on and on about some owner that kept you down.....and no one cares.
You go on and on and on about your suspicions about my wife and even when you are told your wrong......from EVERYONE.....you still keep right on beating that dead horse....and you are wrong.....and STILL no one cares!”
When Brody laughs now it was at Kyle a half heart ed, mocking chuckle filled with disgust and pity.
Brody: “You would think you would learn from your mistake. You would think ME telling you to stop....and that your doing nothing except embarrassing yourself with teach you.....but NOOOOOOOOO you have to keep wacking that freaking horse with the stick long after BOTH the stick and the horse are dead.
Do you know who finds your evidence overwhelming? YOU. No one else Kyle. You are the only one who thinks it....or even CARES. How many times do you have to get smacked in the forehead with the dick of mistakes before you realize that thumping sound isn't applause.....but the shaft bouncing off your forehead.”
Brody actually went as far as to reach down and grab a stick from the ground. He held the stick up over his head and began to tap his forehead with the end of it all the while looking oblivious to the fact that the stick was tapping off his forehead. Behind him Jeszika was doubled over in her seat laughing. With the stick tapping off his forehead he began to speak.
Brody: “....What is this feeling....it can't be the obvious thing so it must be the raindrops of angels! I must be a blessed god!”
Brody dropped the stick in disgust and snorted.
Brody: “It's not the raindrop of Angels Kyle. It's some homeless guy peeing on your head from where you past out in the gutter. You actually overdosed on your own verbal diarrhea and fell down into the gutter.
In the future Kyle. When you hear hoof beats go ahead and think horse and not unicorn okay? We all know how your mind cannot help but obsess about the most ridiculous things, so I figured I would save you the trouble.
Remember....”
Brody leaned in and whispered.
Brody: “....Horsee.”
Brody stared into the camera intently a moment then snorted, straightened up and fixed his tie.
Brody: “You know Kyle, now that you have said how adorable we are together, I think we can sleep at night, because as you know.....your approval means the world to....NO FUCKING ONE! I will go ahead and ignore the talk of her being a hypocrite, because if you still cannot get through your thick fucking skull that Jeszika is a different woman then I suppose the only way you will learn is by getting verbally ripped to shreds by every single person you face.
Don't be surprised when you start a steady decline in your record if you keep this up. The U.W.A. Fans can see through your bullshit. The U.W.A. Roster can see through your bullshit and the U.W.A. Brass can see through your bullshit.
So when you have lost ten straight matches don't sit back and wonder why. Remember me. Remember this moment. I warned you Princess.”
Brody took a breath and breathed out through his nose to calm himself then continued.
Brody: “You wonder about Sentinel. My god....do you EVER wonder about anything that we don't already know the answer to? Sentinel will do NOTHING because if he does Oliver Georgio will fire his big retarded ass and Sentinel doesn't want that. I don't care if I stripped that little harlot Talon down to her bra and panties and took candid pictures, Sentinel would do nothing but stand there and make Helen Keller sounds.
You think you can get under my skin by telling me she isn't worth it. That's actually amusing because did you realize that your opinion on the matter mattered less then Sentinel's.....well Sentinel wouldn't give his opinion, he would point and grunt, but you get the message.
But see now, NOW, we finally get to the meat and potatoes of the matter.
NOW you have finally said something that was actually worth a damn.”
Brody brought his hands together and rubbed them together. Actually went as far as to lick his lips briefly and nod like he was truly looking forward to this. Which, if you asked him to tell you truthfully, he was.
Brody: “You finally started on what mattered. Our match. The fact that you need to impress Oliver Georgio. All you have to do is impress him. Win, lose, draw or submission you simply need to impress him. However in true Kyle Travis fashion you miss the most obvious and important factor in that statement.”
Brody leaned in close to the camera and whispered very softly.
Brody: “If you need to impress him.....that lean's you haven't thus far.”
Brody leaned back and his face split into a wide smirk.
Brody: “Maybe you should take a second to consider that. All your ranting about other company’s and insane theories about doppelgangers has gotten you nowhere. Maybe you need to.....i don't know....STOP?!
Look at the top guys in this company. Sentinel, Aerynn, Pauly, Myself and Miss Jeszika. Do you see us going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on....”
Jeszika: “BABY!”
Brody: “....Thanks. As I was saying. We don't go on and on about things that don't matter. We keep our eyes on the here and now.....and we are actually successful. You should try it.....you would rocket to heights you couldn't image. You have all the raw talent in the world Kyle......but it is overshadowed by your obsession with screw jobs, favoritism and conspiracy theories.
Just some friendly advice.”
Brody lifted a hand and made a face that said “Hey, just saying” then slid his hands back into his pockets.
Brody: “I hate to tell you this Kyle.....but your not the devil. You never were and you never will be. You do bad things.....because you think it will get a reaction, not because it's who you are. You are loving with your wife.....proud of your traditions and wear your battle scars like an old war hero. Oliver Georgio may have thought he was hiring the devil.....but he was wrong.
You are a good girl, who thinks that girls all want the bad boys. You are that guy who wears the leather jacket and thinks he is tough because he thinks it will make him cool. You fail to realize that true cool is being true to who you are. If you stood up to fight for what you BELIEVED and not for your theories, you may actually be a force to be reckoned with.
Until then you are simply a Imp who is playing parlor tricks to convince the world he is the devil.....but I hate to tell you this.....I am not afraid of the dark, or the things that hide in it.”
Brody shrugged gently to make his point. He reached into his pocket and pulled the car keys out and glanced once over at Jeszika who was face down in her phone texting with someone, then back at the camera.
Brody: “It's amusing you think I am even remotely afraid of you. I wasn't afraid of Sentinel. I wasn't afraid of Nick Daniels or Aerynn and I damn sure am not afraid of some pompous ass. You call this my execution, do you know what I call this Kyle? Education.
You were wrong about Jeszika, and I educated you.
You were wrong about what Oliver Georgio thought of you, and I educated you.
You were wrong about your place in U.W.A., and I intend to educate you.
You were wrong about being the devil, and I educated you.
You were wrong about damn near everything you have ever said and I educated you.
Now the only question remains is whether or not you learn anything from all of us. But somehow....i doubt it.”
Brody shook his head gently back and forth and began to fidget with the key a moment then snapped his fingers and nodded.
Brody: “You made comparisons to us, and I find them amusing. Infinitely amusing. So let me correct you.
You bore people to tears. Me? I make the good girls bad and the bad girls worse.
You have a little house cat. I turn the girl next door into hell on heels.
You make claims about being mistreated. Me? They can try and lock me up, but NO ONE holds down a freak like me.
You claim to be the thing that everyone NEEDS, while being the thing that no one WANTS. Me? I am EVERYTHING they want, while being nothing they need.
You asked me a question as you left us Kyle. I will wonder how I thought myself worth to challenge a King. So, allow me a moment of my own.
You called yourself a King and we all know what I am don't we? I am the All American Nightmare and Kyle, even Kings get Nightmares Kyle. You will learn that first hand come Mayhem.”
Brody offered one final smirk before turning and sliding into the car. The mustang roared to life and left a cloud of smoke behind as the two sped off with the ghost of the Platinum haired goddess's giggle left in the air as they disappeared.
