Post by Brett Carson on Aug 13, 2014 7:32:27 GMT -6
The original black screen slowly allows itself to fade and allow very little light to enter in as a sole light shines over a masculine frame. The rest of, what we assume is, the room is dark as he stands, glaring intently down below. Thoughts, deep menacing thoughts are running through his head...you can tell by that glare. It's a glare of a man who has gone completely off the rockers...insane...mad.
For a moment it's like the picture is frozen, his face shows no emotion apart from those eyes, not a frown, not a smirk. He slowly switches his glare from the floor to coldly staring right at you. The setting adds to the mystique in the man but really his facial features tells us who he is.
Brett Carson smirks...
"I tooollllddd yoooou...."
His voice rolls of in a smooth and creepy manner. What has become of this once confident, arrogant man? For weeks he's been hiding his slow and rather painful journey to something plenty people call...insanity. He starts shaking his head slowly, starting to cut away from the motionless stare he was delivering. Then...
He smiles and chuckles...you expect it to turn into some sort of maniacal, stereotyped laughter of a mad super villain but all it was is his regular chuckle as if all this wasn't insanity. The laugh seemed to have been the only thing that doesn't...fit with everything else.
"I told you...Heatstroke was a night where I would state my intentions. Those intentions are pretty clear now, aren't they? Crystal clear I hope. I hope that it's clear to the simple minded fans as to why I jumped PKA in the middle of the ring after his win."
Brett shakes his head once more, the smirk fades into a look of utter disgust as for the first time you notice his attire. Black pinstripe suit with a white collar button up shirt...and a silk golden tie. A strange and almost out of the ordinary image of Brett Carson in the trademark attire of his former mentor, Bronx Goldie. He smiles that old cocky smile of his, as he pauses for a moment to let the words he's let escape really soak in before going back to what he was talking about
"And if you happen to not know? If it's a little blurry to you then It'll be my pleasure to explain why I STOLE Patrick's moment away from him at the end of Heatstroke...."
He goes to continue again but once again a smile escapes his lips as he raises his index finger and waddles it left to right.
"...but it'll be at the upcoming show."
With the index finger still waving he slowly lifts it and taps his temple, gesturing the smarts he claims he has. A slightly different Brett this go around as the sole light that douses color all over him causes the golden tie to shine and glisten.
"You see I may be confident and I may be as brutal as they come but believe me when I say I'm a business man, and a smart one at that. I don't get paid for this little chit chat session. Fair enough, I might owe a lot of dense people who haven't gotten a clue yet an explanation but I do it on MY time...TV time, where every time I touch a microphone or so much as step inside those ropes a dollar goes into my suit pocket here."
He pats the white tissue that sits neatly inside the front coat pocket.
"And besides...I'm not one to lose focus on the front and center task at hand. Mr. Patrick Jones. A man who's either respected by all or bitterly despised by those that cross him. I respect Patrick...Shocking, yes I know. But I genuinely do...He's simple, he doesn't try to be the hero in circumstances he really shouldn't be the hero in but most of all, he's an average wrestler."
Brett seems genuine about his "compliment" as he takes a moment to brush off the dust from the shoulders' of his suit, with a bit of swagger in the motion. The light that shines over his frame glowsover his surroundings to a detailed point where you can see the dust fly off the suit and into the air before disappearing out of the range of light and into the pitch darkness.
"It almost sickens me that it's taken me 10 shows to finally face someone I consider to be...a wrestler. Yes, I've been...beaten..."
He stops mid sentence. The word gets clogged up in his throat as he winces at that very word, for every time he mentions it that all too familiar flashback of PKA standing victorious over him overcomes him.
"I've been...beaten before. By Cera, by Joka, by that dense moronic substance abuser, Starrkadian and of course...by...P…K...A."
Those are haunting lettters to mention now as the high definition of the tape really showcases the "goosebumps" that have fallen over Brett. The confidence and intimidating presence he wore only minutes ago has vanished and now fear of the simple mention of the newly crowned Xcel Champion strikes through the spine of Brett. He rattles his head, in an attempt to shake off those thoughts before going back to what he was originally talking about.
"But all those opponents had that past or that history about them that states that they don't belong in the realm of professional wrestling and that instead they belong in an underground street fighting club. Professional wrestling is a lost art form and I made a promise to myself and to a legend that I would restore that lost art form back into wrestling."
The strange and weird games that were played are now no more as he grinds his teeth at the thought of the Xcel Champion, for as much as he claims to not lose focus. PKA is still very much lurking in the back of his head. The defeat had sent Brett into a spiral of insanity and internal breakdowns.
You see ever since Brett lost to PKA back at the very beggining of the Xcel Championship tournament, Carson has been completely shook up, mentally, physically and personally. Not only did that defeat to PKA cause a string of a few more losses but it's also caused personal problems with The Next Level Athlete. His own girlfriend had began to feel the stress of having Brett as a boyfriend, for ever since that defeat Brett's rarely ever been home with his significant other, instead he's been focusing on the opponent that stood in his way as well as training to become a better athlete. Brett was confronted by Jevica Bradshaw, his girlfriend who expressed her deep concern with Brett and her not really being as close. Carson assured her things were different but he still had affection for her...
Brett as previously seen has gone through a string of strange meltdowns every time he recalls the loss to Patrick Kay Anthony. And of course since that loss, Brett's been left to fend off his inner demons on his own after Bronx Goldie, Brett's mentor and manager had not only left him but dumped a 15 year old girl onto Brett.
Bitterness had seeped through the skin of Carson at first when he was abandoned but more and more Brett had learnt that he could become someone much more better while on his own. After a moment of thought and silence he goes back to speaking.
"I have respect for Patrick, I really do but come Breakthrough number 10 I'm on a mission to rightfully sit at the throne that I have worked for..." Brett closes his eyes and takes a deep breath for a moment before flickering his eyelids open once again.
"... Come Tuesday night I showcase my wrestling ability and prove why I DESERVE to be Xcel Champion, Ain't no Patrick going to stop me either, that's Jones or Anthony."
He steps out of the light and into the darkness once more..
*CLICK*
Carson steps out of the room as he still appears to be shaken up and in deep thought. The intimidation fades completely, the arrogance is gone too. That loss has truly left him haunted...
Brett scowls, "Peeks is going to pay." He mutters before walking out in that Bronx Goldie suit.
The suit that he dons with pride.
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