Next Level Vlogging: Dear Diary

"At long last...The best technical wrestler to never win the Xcel Championship is where he rightfully belongs..." 

There he stands, proudly, with a smile that reeks of cockiness and brashness. He was victorious on the latest edition of Breakthrough, defeating the vibrant Seifer Black and the reigning Xcel Champion, Stacy Jones in tag team competition alongside the ever so devious, Cera. So HE has every right to be standing rather proudly on the catwalk of the North Point Lighthouse in Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

"...in the main event..."

He, of course, is none other than the self-proclaimed 'Purest Form of Class and Skill' Brett Carson. He stands proudly on the catwalk, leaning against the railing as he glances at the dome that protects the lens inside. 

Brett pushes off the railing, stepping towards the camera, "Finally, right? After nearly 5 months of proving night after night that I am the best damn thing this company has to offer...After nearly 5 months of forcing my way up the pecking order and forcing my way into the upper echelon of the Visionaries of Wrestling...After sidelining top stars like Bobby Backdoor and PKA...After stealing the show on every single pay-per-view and keeping myself relevant every damn show...After beating the current Xcel Champion ...The Next Level fucking' Athlete is finally..."  He surges with emotion before finally halting to a whisper, "...in the main event." 

A slight smirk escapes his lips again as he rubs the scruff on his chin before scratching his head. He stares out into the blue and  white sky as he takes a deep breath. 

"I have been here from day one..." He throws up one finger, "14 Breakthroughs and 3 pay-per-view events later, I am finally being recognized as a 'main event player' in  VoW...a fact I've already known for months. I could whine and complain and bitch about the fact that maybe I should've main evented a long time ago but that isn't worth sacrificing some of my breath." 

"You see, this is an opportunity. Specifically this is what some would call a 'two birds, one stone' kinda opportunity...I get my rematch against Ziu Zhong, who by the way I also sidelined for two weeks...I get Ziu in the main event this week but not  only is it a chance to right a wrong but it's an opportunity to beat the newly named number one contender to the Zero Gravity Championship. A feather I wouldn't mind having in my cap..." 

He waltzes around the dome now once again staring inside at the lantern before he reaches the museum side of the catwalk, he looks down on the bright red roof that sits rather fittingly over the white house. 

"This place has brought boats back to shore for years, Ziu...Since 1888 it's been the shining light that's brought back people who had lost sight or direction. It's the savior of the sea. It's had it's dull days and it's had it's days where it was just an attraction and didn't really have a use...There's plenty of lighthouses like that. Plenty of lighthouses without a light to lead the boats back home." Brett's expression dims to the point where he has no expression, his voice doesn't raise or drop in tone or pitch. He's dead serious. 

He's a mixture of emotions normally, but sometimes he just shows no emotion at all. He's determined to push himself higher up to the top...

"Symbolically....You are one of those many broken, useless lighthouses, Ziu. You were once great and loved by all the boats out in the sea because you were made for something but soon you'll be broke. Your light will fade and all you'll become is something that's visually pleasing. My light will shine brightly like it always has however, I'll be the savior of our proverbial sea. A sea that we call 'professional wrestling'." He proclaims, his expressionless face slowly transforming into a dirty scowl. 

He shakes his head slowly side to side as he continues to look down at the museum section of the lighthouse before he turns around and walks over the creaking wooden planks of the catwalk and stares out at the sea. He smiles a little...

"Morgan..." He calls out for his follower and sidekick of sorts in Morgan Goldward, bastard daughter of a well known bastard himself, Bronx Goldie.

From behind the camera the soft, high pitched voice of the 16 year old pipes up, "Yesss?" She replies. 

"The iPad...." Brett  stiffly replies glancing at her from behind the camera. 

"I...I'm um holding the camera?!" She shrieked in a fit of panic and loss, she rattles the camera in the process much to the irritation of Brett. 

He sighs for a moment, "Yes, yes...That's what you have your other hand for. Carefully bend down, unzip the bag, pull out the iPad and hand it to me. Simple."

You can hear her mumble in disdain for having to do everything for Brett before she replies once more, "The iPad isn't in the bag, senpai..." She chimes in, almost at a whisper. 

Brett cups his ear and turns his head, "Speak up, damnit!" 

"The iPad isn't IN THE BAG, BRETT!" She shouts the last few words out loud, causing an echo and causing Brett to startle. 

"The iPad isn't in the bag? Then where is it?" 

"In my pants..." 

There's a short pause in their back and forth bickering. Morgan raises the camera from it's previously lowered position so we can catch a proper look at Brett's face rather than his crotch and legs. He has a look of puzzlement on his face at the reply of the troublesome teen. 

"Why the hell is it- You know what...I  don't even wanna know." 

"I was playing with it-"

"I SAID....I don't even wanna know! Just get it out of your...your damn pants and...uh hand it over." He chokes up at the thought of placing his hands on an iPad that's been in the pants of a 'curious' teenage girl. 

After a bit of off camera fiddling Morgan has managed to pull out the iPad from her...pants and stretches it out to Brett who picks it up by the tips of his fingers, a look of pure and utter disgust on his face, mumbling about how this is why they don't have nice things. The iPad is rather colorful with the Morgan's name spelt out in block lettering on the sky blue iPad case. He taps and flicks away at the iPad before a grin appears upon his face. 

"Anyway...Moving onto the reason why I wanted this iPad. You see this right here holds information about Mr. Zhong. Information that I've studied and studied for hours and figured that it would be in the wrestling world and the wrestling fan's best interest for me to share some of this information..." He is beaming with excitement as he looks down at the screen for a moment. 

"You see...what I have in front of me just so happens to be a document that holds a 'Dear Diary' entry written by Mr. Selfie himself..." Carson smiles rather deviously.

The wind starts to pick up as the leaves on the trees below blow wildly in the breeze once more. Brett's itching to release some sort of information or show some sort of image courtesy of Apple's tablet. 

"Morgan has her uses, she did some research on the Internet and spoke with some of VoW's backstage technicians who have the codes to tap into Mr. Zhong's phone and iPad so they can use his selfies of him and the fans for the JumboVision during his stupid entrance. And it just so happens to turn out that Ziu accidentally took a screenshot of his Diary entry while tapping and sliding away on his iPad, and it landed up along with all his other selfies. Fortunately for Ziu there wasn't pictures of anything too horrid, just random selfies with fans and of course that one accidental screenshot..." He says.

"No nude selfies! Darn!" From behind the camera Morgan chirps in once more, as Brett winces in displeasure at the unnecessary comment from the teenager he's been forced to guard, she herself realizes her comment, "Oh...I uh...said that out loud, huh...? Yeah. Sorry...continue..." She stuttered out in embarrassment. 

Brett shakes his head as he looks down, "You're lucky you were useful this week..." He mutters before moving past her interruption, "Basically without wasting much more time...Thanks to some 'convincing' from the VoW tech interns, I have possession of this Diary entry!" He snickers, delighted to share what could be very personal information about his opponent to the wrestling world. 

"Now, now...I know Mr. Miyagi is probably gonna complain about how I'm delving into his personal life and what not so for legal issues I guess...I'll uh share the good stuff, not all of it....unless all of it is the good stuff then it's fair play. " Brett chuckles as he slides up and  down on the iPad screen.

This isn't the first time Brett's dived into the personal lives of his opponents and this certainly isn't the first time he's dived into Ziu's personal life. Previously stealing his marriage counseling files and studying it for his own use...of course this time around it's far more dangerous. 

"Let's see...Dear Diary, useless crap...yada yada yada, Ling is doing my head in, yada yada yada not supportive enough, blah blah blah...stresses me out...yada yada marriage counseling crap...starting to doubt our marriage blah blah stuff I already know...specialist stuff...becoming China's fucking Whoopi Goldberg yada yada yada waste of money blah blah....OOH! Here we go..." He mumbles through the first part of the diary entry, mixing in lines from the entry and his thoughts through it.. 

Brett runs his rough hands through his growing hair as he reads through the paragraph in his head, taking a moment to understand what is written. 

He smirks as he reads on, "Beating Brett Carson...by a damn fast count, a fast count I tell you!...uhh, was a good feeling. He had intervened via the JumboVision when I beat PKA at Breakthrough 10 and some people decided to say that I only won because of this-" Brett pauses and coughs, "That's because you did only win because of me, you're welcome by the way... asshole." He continues to read on...

"Well a) I wiped the floor clean with PKA (and it was a very dirty floor – the drunk ass that he is) and it was probably my best win to date, and b) I wanted to defeat Brett for getting involved in my business. He has an obsession with PKA-" Brett stops reading, "Woah, woah woah! I DO NOT have an obsession with PKA. I was humiliated when he fluked a victory over me and was scarred until I put him out of action. I have an obsession with the belt he USED to hold...I don't have an obsession with him." He scratches his chin as from behind the camera Morgan barely holds back laughter, almost forgetting about Brett's obsession over the Xcel Championship and the holder of it.

Brett ignores Morgan and continues to read the Diary Entry....

 "...but one thing he needs to realize is that he shouldn't get involved in my life. PKA, fine, but not mine. I got the win and I move on. Am I bitter about the leg injury? Not really. He was just frustrated at the loss and wanted to make himself feel better. I’m not going to chase after him; I have bigger fish to fry. As I said, I move on..." He reads, a slight scoff at the last statement, "I am one of the biggest fish out there, Mr. Zhong. Move on? No...There is no moving on with me. You thought you fried me but I'm not even well done yet..."

Brett snaps the iPad closed before tucking it under his arm and staring into the camera, "You wanna talk about your win against PKA being your best...to date well Ziu I promise you that I'll do my damndest to make sure that'll be your best win...period. I made the mistake of not ending you the first time, I'm not one to make the same mistake twice. Ling isn't going to like it very much...when her husband has to tell her that he can't pay the bills anymore because his leg is injured permanently." He bitterly spits out the dreadful remark aimed at Ziu's family.

Carson creeps up close so that his face is right into the camera, his voice has cracked back to the menacing monotone from before.

"I'm here to save this industry from the poison, the poison like you, like Vanessa, like that paper champion Stacy Jones...The people who are killing this business from the inside. If it means I have to break a few rules and break a few legs then by all means I will. It's a dog eat dog world...I know you Asians like to eat some dogs and cats but come October the 13th, I'll dip you in a  mixed concoction of your blood and fish sauce and eat you like the hound I am. See you soon, Ziu." He chuckles rather eerily...