Post by Brett Carson on Sept 3, 2014 6:51:42 GMT -6
One by one, your heroes are falling...The rotten apples in the apple tree are falling. I'm a man of my word. I said I would end Bobby Backdoor, and I did. I said I would end PKA and I did...and as for Ziu Zhong. He may have won the battle...but really, who won the war?
Enjoy sitting on the shelf for the next 3 weeks, Mr. Selfie. Enjoy an indefinite career shortening injury, Mr. Xcel Champ...although I imagine you won't be able to defend that championship belt from the hospital bed huh? Guess that makes you Mr. Former Xcel Champ then.
I guess that also makes me up there on that list of contenders for that title huh? I mean, I took out not one but two of VOW's prized superstars...in one night and on the same night, I FINALLY got recognition from the higher ups.
Not that useless anchor that's holding me down, Stefan Frei
Not that crippled Chewbacca, Ryan Omega
But the General Manager of VoW, a woman who knows talent when she fucking sees it...Sky Sangue. You see she sparked a fire in me, a fire that cause me to make a split second decision that I would break PKA in half during his match.
And Ziu? Well, it was purely wrong place, wrong time for him. I actually felt bad for the guy's injury so I decided not to kick out and gave him the win. I let him win, because unlike that VOW fans...I have a soul. They cheer for Ziu to do crazy flips and dives like that, they crave for guys like Berlin Anderson to risk spinal injuries, neck injuries doing those flips...they couldn't give a damn about Berlin's health.
All they care about is that they get their moneys worth. Sick absolutely sick.
They've been stumped by those eye-opening dives and flips that are done by men like Ziu and Berlin that they've forgotten the art of professional wrestling. The art of the suplexes and the headlocks and the submission holds.
It's time I remind them and it'll have to be at poor Berly's expense. See you Tuesday, Flippy.
It was a gorgeous sight. Minneapolis, despite it's flaws, was very much a gorgeous city during the night. The hustle and bustle of the city had calmed as the bright white moon hung high over the city itself. Morgan Goldward stood perched on the edge of a building. No fear in her eyes as instead she stood in awe of the hidden beauty that the city possessed. She wore a golf hat, a pink polo shirt and white shorts as well as canvas shoes, attire that you would see a stereotypical golf player wear. There was a light wind in the air but it wasn't strong enough for there to be any risk of being blown off the building.
"It's truly beautiful..." She muttered.
The building was one of a dozen other buildings in a small group. It was a factory that was made for metal and frame work. Standing atop any of the buildings gave a great, photogenic view of the city. She grinned wildly as she stepped back from the edge and turned towards the stairway door that would lead back down to the ground level of the building. She gave a smirk, a smirk reminiscent of her fathers, as she waltzed over to a sports bag. Beside the sports bag are a bag of golf balls a cone and a steel golf club.
What might she do with a golf club and golf balls? The most popular stereotypical rooftop activity, of course! (besides uh...suicide). She set one of the balls on the small cone so it sat in place before she picked up the golf club.
Just as she does this, the door leading to the bottom of the building swings open and out comes, "The Next Level Athlete" himself. Brett Carson dressed in track pants, a hooded sweater and runners steps onto the roof top immediately folding his arms and shivering. The wind begins to pick up as Morgan takes a swift lick of her index fingertip and places it in the open air to tell which way the wind is blowing before she sets her golf club right, rears back and swings...
THHHHWACK!
Carson watches as the white golf club soars out towards the city and disappears into the night. Morgan grins gleefully at the sight of the golf ball flying off...
"FOOOORREEE!" She shouts maniacally as she jumps up and down in glee. For a 15 year old she was awfully eerie like tonight.
Brett raised an eyebrow slightly as Morgan gets out another golf ball and sets it on the cone.
"Isn't it beeeaaautiful, Bretty-kun?" She rhetorically asks once again staring out at the City of Lakes, "Who would've thought a city like Minneapolis would be so gorgeous as this time of night."
He scoffs slightly at the teen's comments for a moment as much like before she lines up her club, rears back and swings forward...
THHHHWACK!
Once again Carson watches as almost in slow motion the ball soars through the air and disappears into the city. She grins and does a little skip like she did last time.
Brett scowls at her wild, skippy attitude, "Morgan..." He mutters out, causing her to suddenly jerk around and face him.
"Yo?" She shoots back, throwing up some sort of gang sign in the process of finally paying proper attention to her guardian.
"Pardon me for the nostalgic feeling of having to say this all the time back when your father traveled with me but...what the hell are we doing up here?" He calmly questions with a glint of annoyance in the tone of his voice as he throws his arms out, referencing the fact that their standing on a rooftop for no reason.
She lights up at the question as her mouth forms an 'O', "Oooh! Thanks for reminding me, Brettster!" She snaps out of the Rooftop Golf trance that she placed herself in before spinning on her heels and skips off to her left side.
She skips over to another edge as this time she's not facing the city but instead she's facing the rooftop of another building. Carson walks over to her with his hands in his hoody's pockets now, still quite cold. Brett looks over at her as she stares down at the fairly large gap between the building they're standing on and the building beside it.
Morgan smiles before looking over to Brett, "Jump." She simply says with a shrug of her shoulders.
Brett's eyes widen as looks over the edge, staring down at the long drop he might have if he jumps, "To my fucking death?" He questions with a look of bewilderment and shock.
Morgan laughs and waves off the question as if it's a joke, "No, silly! Just take a few steps back and jump to the other building..." She expands on her instruction but not by much as Brett still stands in shock at the task he's been asked to do.
"Why the hell do you want me to jump from here....to there?" He points over to the other building which is identical to this one.
Morgan's shoulders drop as she loses excitement from the hesitance that Brett is showing, "Well I figured since you're facing teh Parkour Warrior, Berlin Anderson this week...A good way to try and figure him out would to perhaps walk a mile, or in this case leap from building to building, in his shoes."
Without any hesitance Brett replies with, "You've been staying up far too late and watching far too many Jen Ryette videos." He scowls at the mention of the Cera's psychopathic friend and manager.
She gasps and shakes her head at the thought of watching too many Jen Ryette videos. That's been her topic for the week, studying the Janason sisters and all their friends and sidekicks from the past. From Reya and Paxar to Vanessa and Dawn Ashby and of course to Cera and Jen. And much to Brett's annoyance she's taken far too much a liking to Vanessa and Jen.
She suddenly grins, "Is the big bad Next Wevel Athlete scurred of a little jump?" She mocks Brett before poking her tongue out at him. His eye twitches at her childish behaviour as he once again looks over at the edge.
"If I'm jumping you're going with me..." He mutters as he takes a step back.
"Oh noooo...You're 25 and old...I'm 15 and still have the rest of my life ahead of me. I'll just be back there playing some Golf shots while you jump from building to building. You've got to step foot on every single one before coming back to me, kay? Kay." She says as she skips over next to Brett.
Carson puffs out his chest with pride and breathes a heavy sigh before jogging back up to the ledge and leaping. His world is turned into slow motion as he starts freefalling towards the wall of the building, reaching out to grab the edge. He latches onto it with both hands as he grunts in pain before pushing himself onto the ledge and onto his feet.
Over at the previous building Morgan is smacking away at golf balls, shouting "FORE!" after each one as if it's going to really be of use to anyone. He gets to his feet and looks over at the next building, it's the same as the first and the same as this one. In fact, Carson looks around...All the other buildings are identically the same apart from three or four which are at a lower or higher height.
"How the fuck is this useful?" He whispers to himself as he gets a running start before leaping off the building and much like before latching onto the edge of the building and climbing his way onto it.
Then and there an old thought returns to his head...
"There is a difference between rightful arrogance and simply having a big head. Make sure to remember that there are those above you. But... also that there will always be those below you. Look up, and see wings, look down, and see dirt."
The words of General Manager, Sky Sangue burn through his head as he continues running on the rough top. Slowly gaining intensity and determination to conquer the next roof...He looks up and watches as a small bird flies past, almost running off the edge before at the last second pushing off the edge...once again the world around he switches to slow motion as he looks down at the gap he's jumping across before latching onto the next building and scraping his way up and onto the next roof.
"...you certainly have far more promise than others. As a man who knows what he wants, and will do whatever he pleases to attain it... Brett Carson, you truly have caught my attention...."
More words from Sangue that have been etched in his brain run through as he grits his teeth and the intensity picks up. He meets a building that happens to be a little taller but with adrenalin coursing through his body he leaps up and forces himself onto the next roof.
"I understand..." He whispers...
In his eyes, he's worked too hard to continue losing...he's worked too hard to not be in the spotlight. He's chosen the path where he'll do anything to get in that spotlight, even if it means grabbing the proverbial wings above that Sky was talking about and ripping them to shreds...even if it means shooting the birds that fly above him. Soon...the only bird left in the sky will be the Next Level Athlete. That's Brett's vision.
He stops on the next roof to take a short breather. He looks back to see Morgan still going at it with the golf balls.
"I deserve to be Xcel Champion." He mutters to himself again, "I refuse to be taken lightly...I refuse to go unnoticed..." He continues on...
He sighs and breathes heavily.
"I REFUSE TO BE HELD BACK! YOU HEAR ME STEFAN! I REFUSE! YOU WILL NOT CHEAT ME..." He shouts to the skies as his voice echoes all over.
"You will not cheat me...again."
He goes back to running on the roof before diving down towards a roof much lower to the one he was just on as he breaks his falls with a forward roll before hopping up onto his feet. Sky's odd words aren't the only thing he finally understands...after only jumping on three or four rooftops, he begins to understand how it feels...Berlin must've done rooftop jumping hundreds of times before. Hell, he might be jumping off much more riskier places. This might've been his entree before the main, his way of getting from the hotel to the arena they'll be wrestling at...and here Brett is...all 235 pounds of him, jumping on and off a few factory roofs and thinking it's the most intense workout he's ever done.
This was a piece of ice cream cake for Berlin Anderson and rock hard frozen meat for Brett. But without stopping Brett goes harder and his pace picks up as he starts getting the hang of this.
Tonight I step into his world...come Tuesday night he steps into mine...
To Brett that's exactly what a wrestling ring was...his world. It was his niche. PKA had bars, Ziu Zhong probably had photo booths, Berlin Anderson has uh...anything that he can jump off of and Brett has a wrestling ring. It's where he does his best work but on off nights it's where he does his worst work. On one night he could injure two top wrestlers and put them on the shelf and on another he could lose in the first round of a tournament he knew deep down he could win...
Wrestling was his world...His art...And he wasn't going to let some punk walk into his ring and master it easily.
"There's a famous saying, Berlin..." He utters out, despite the message being aimed at Berlin it's really just to himself as he once again stops to take a breather. His legs are pounding in agony from running, "...it goes like this, 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em...' I bet you've heard of it." Brett's slow insanity rises as there's nobody around to hear him speak, no cameras...no interviewers. Just him.
"I've changed that Berlin. I've changed it to something that goes a little like these...'If you can't beat 'em, end their careers'. Maybe I'll end yours whether I beat you or not...I promise it won't be anything personal at all..." He starts laughing hysterically now...those flashbacks of being pinned by PKA, by Starrkadian, by Lucas McCann and now by Ziu Zhong flash through his head.
The eerie, maniacal laughter abruptly stops as he once again starts running, "Nothing personal at all...Just a matter of wrong place, wrong time."
Will Brett prove his words right by beating Berlin Anderson? Or will Anderson walk over Brett like it were a Parkour course? Stay tuned to find out.
~Fade~