Post by Brett Carson on Nov 26, 2014 7:24:12 GMT -6
There's a 'freshly cut grass' aroma that fills the air as the soothing sound of gushing water resonates through the fields in the northwestern region of Minnesota. A pair of black leather shoes creep closer to the stream that runs off the Red Lake River. The person wearing the shined up shoes crouches down, revealing his crisp looking black trouser pant. He rolls up his sleeve and dips his fingers into the water as the curent crashes into his fingers and begins to diverge around it. He takes his fingers out and shakes off the water...
"Cold..." He mutters, "Ain't that the word of the day, kiddo? Cold. Describes an ATHLETE like me perfectly, don't it?"
He looks back at the daughter of the legendary Bronson Goldward, the legendary Bronx Goldie, who much like she normally does is holding the camera. When Morgan Goldward is there, that can only mean one thing. The man that's forever surrounded by controversy, Brett Carson is the rather dapper looking gentlemen crouched by the riverside. Morgan shrugs her shoulders, staring down at the river herself.
"People seem to have the wrong idea of the symbolism that the waters of the earth are know for. They say it's soothing, calming...but they're ever so wrong. You see, Morgan...The current in a water is unforgiving, merciless, it'll drag you out into the deep blue where the water swallows you whole. Rather vicious." He glares down at the water, "Remind you of anything?"
He lets a smirk escape on his lips as he stands up, slowly walking along the river.
"But this river...this stream has deeper meaning, believe it or not...it's meaning is far more deeper than a simple comparision to a not so simple athlete." He adds on scratching the back of his head, sheepishly.
The water begins to slow as the croaking of frogs can be heard now and a few tadpoles can be seen darting through the clearer areas of the waters.
"This little river is just a fork, a fork coming off a much larger river known as the Red Lake River. A river that goes for almost 200 miles throughout Minnesota and a part of Dakota...This little river is just a strip in that 200 miles. But yet this little stream has so much history..." He stops and looks down at the creak, raising out both his hands in awe of it.
"This little stream is known as the Thief River, this stream is the reason this crappy little town is known as Thief River Falls..." He says this with almost a eerie, horror villain type tone.
"Why does it have such a strange name? Well, I'll be most glad to break it down for those who happen to come across this. " He turns and faces the camera that Morgan is holding, "And isn't it fitting...I'm about to smarten up some people with a history lesson, I'm about to smarten up a man who so proudly has stood the test of time in this business...Ian Windermear."
Brett scoffs at the thought of his opponent for Darkest Hour, a man who's relatively new to VOW but has presented himself as a man who could potentially be one to watch, going undefeated in VOW thus far.
"I'm not sure how good you were with history, Mr. Windermear but allow me to enlighten you...You see, Thief River is a loose translation of a Native American phrase which means, the "Stolen-land river" or "Thieving Land river". This originated when a band of Dakota Indians occupied a chunk of space along the river, hence "stealing" the land..." He explains with that trademark smirk on his face the whole way through, "That's where the real symbolism is at."
The smirk begins to fade as he steps closer towards the camera, "I said this on social media, Ian, I understand that you're a little old so you might not see things so clearly or might not be able to process things rather efficiently but I suggest you clip on your hearing aid when I say these words...VOW, from the time of it's inception to now, is the house that Brett Carson has worked his ass off to build!" He says these words with purpose and with passion.
"If you watch the very first Breakthrough-THE VERY FIRST FUCKING SHOW! There's only 4 people that are still wrestling in VOW now. Vanessa, Rayne Draven-Omega, Seth Iser...and ME!" Brett takes his middle finger and his index finger and strikes his sternum, pointing to himself.
"Now Rayne and Iser both had hiatuses since then, sure they've come back but they were away for a while...Logically that means that there have been two people who have consistently been wrestling for this company since the very first show and that's Vanessa and myself...Last I checked? I beat Vanessa a few weeks ago. So I am the only man that can say he has built this place from the ground up, from the very first show to now. Everyone else simply hasn't been around here long enough or just isn't good enough." He shrugs his shoulders with slight arrogance.
"So when I come to work and find that some has-been who had trouble making it somewhere else decides to step into MY world and run roughshod over the place, in turn stealing the spotlight that should be on me, it kinda pissed me off..." He glares daggers into the camera. This new, passionate Brett Carson seems to have taken the company that he once despised and embraced it, claiming it as his world.
"How dare you..." He mutters, balling up both his fist and smashing it into his open palm in anger, "How dare you come into MY world with an invasion like attitude and think you can swipe your fists and...steal a portion of MY LAND! Nuh uh! Not happening! I've worked too damn hard to watch someone like you come in and try and steal my spotlight with you're sub-par win streak." Brett simply shakes his head in disgust.
"Management have given you a challenge like no other, Mr. Windermear...You spoke some interesting words the other day, claiming that I'm a man who puts a black mark on this business? Heh. I'm damn happy that I'm leaving some sort of mark on this business, I tell ya." He smiles as he folds his arms, staring into the camera
"Rather leave a mark in the business right now than be a aging man who has spent years trying to leave mark but hasn't been quite successful yet, right? Only mark you've left is the one in your diaper when they told you that you're facing Brett Carson." Brett cackles like a villain off some sort of television show. He knows deep down that the last comment was utter crap and Ian was most likely ready for the challenge but Brett knows that deep down he can back up the crap he talks.
The smile on his face quickly fades as he's gone back to his serious tone and nature that's become rather common with him.
"I'll admit Mr. Windermear, I've seen some of your work and you're quite the wrestler. You've got experience over me but no amount of experience can prepare your already torn up body for the punishment that someone young and fresh like me can put on you." Once again he reaches down and dips his fingers into the current of water, "It's a stroke of luck,you've been lined up against two chumps that wouldn't last 5 minutes with me...You? I'll give you some credit...I think you'll last more than 5 minutes in the ring with me...7 minutes I think...maybe 10 on a good day." He grins at his arrogant statement as he wipes his fingers against his trousers.
"I hope come Darkest Hour you are what you say you are and if you say you're at your best, that Darkest Hour is your good day then I promise you, Ian...I'll make that good day, I'll make those 10 minutes, the worst 10 minutes of your life. And I'll have you know that history says that those Dakota Indians the stole a portion of this land...got their asses kicked for doing it." Brett spits out his final remarks with a scowl on his face as he nods at Morgan who ends the recording in the process.
"I hope come Darkest Hour you are what you say you are and if you say you're at your best, that Darkest Hour is your good day then I promise you, Ian...I'll make that good day, I'll make those 10 minutes, the worst 10 minutes of your life. And I'll have you know that history says that those Dakota Indians the stole a portion of this land...got their asses kicked for doing it." Brett spits out his final remarks with a scowl on his face as he nods at Morgan who ends the recording in the process.
Brett coughs up and spits phlegm onto the ground a sign of disrespect to the land as they begin to walk away from the stream. Off camera, Brett seems to be a little different, the confident aura that once surrounded him has faded to misery. It's been torturing him for a few days now...the repeated thoughts of the fact that he pinned the reigning Xcel Champion to the mat. It's a sick thought knowing that all along he could've beaten Stacy for the title but was screwed over. When nobodies around to protect her and the title wasn't on the line, it was different.
He now has 3 victories over Stacy to her huge 1 against him. A story that seems to be reoccuring for Brett, He beat PKA in all the encounters prior to their huge match in the tournament to crown the very first Xcel Champion, but when that match came along he was beaten by Patrick. The same seems to be happening with Stacy. He's beaten her in multi man matches, in tag matches and in singles matches...but when it counted the most and when he knew he had her beat. She came out with a lucky win. It makes Brett sick knowing that...Which is why he's been determined to fight and claw his way back into title contention, a singles win over her could've potentially done that for him.
"Brettster, are we gonna be home soon? I kinda don't wanna miss mah shopping date with Jevykins." She squeaks ever so innocently. Brett stops his pondering and dejectedly looks over at Morgan as they reach their rental car that they've temporarily borrowed.
Brett simply sighs, "Morgan, get in. We uh...need to talk about a few things."
Morgan follows as asked by simply opening the door and sitting in the front passenger seat. Brett struts around the other side, with a look of dissapointment. Something else seems to be bothering him apart from his ongoing problems in VOW. He sits in the seat and breathes yet another heavy sigh.
"Look...Morgan...Jevica...won't be around for a while." Brett spits the last part out as fast as he can. Wincing at the statement immediately after.
"What?" Morgan, with a perplexed look on her face, questions...
"Jevica and I...We both have a lot on our pla-"
"IS JEVYKINS PREGNANT! OH MY GOSH! AM I GONNA BE A SISTER?!" Morgan squeals out in excitement, hopping up and down in her seat. Brett groans and winces but for a completely different reason.
"What?! No! You aren't my child damnit! You know that! And Jevica isn't pregnant. Look, She's got a lot going on for here and I have wrestling going on for me, we both decided that it'd be best if we just took a break, alright!?" He proclaims, frustrated and taken back by Morgan's utter stupidity and lack of seriousness....
...lack of seriousness that she showed earlier. Now? Her expression's changed. There's confusion and heartbreak written all over her face as yet another major rold model and guardian has abandoned her or been taken away from her.
"You're fucking with me right?" The sudden use of language startles Brett, his eyes widen at the sound of the rare cursing coming out of the young teen.
"Uh...I wish I was. Trust me, it's been hard for me but we both agreed it's for the best." Brett calmly replies, he himself quite frustrated with the way things have gone for him recently.
Morgan closes her eyes. and shakes her head as it's visibly she's trying her best to hold back tears. Carson is astounded at how hard Morgan seems to be taking the break up of Brett and his off-screen girlfriend, Jevica Bradshaw. Morgan begins to take a few deep breaths...before
SMACK!
She slaps the dashboard in anger...
"YOU and HER AGREED! That's the thing, Brett...Nobody has and nobody will ever give a damn about me and my opinions. Nobody friggin asked me if I wanted to ride with some stranger every week, no...My useless fucking father dropped his balls and practically handed me off to you while he flew away to Mexico to snort cocaine, fuck sluts and eat nachos! I'm sick and tired of not being wanted? My mother died, My grandmother wished that I was never born, My father didn't want anything to do with me, you hate my guts...The only person in recent memory that ever GAVE A CRAP about me was Jevica..." She absolutely let's rip, completely lost it as Brett just sits there soaking everything she says in. He didn't even think this would be how she reacted, he knew it would be bad but this...this was horrible.
Morgan finally let's the tears go and the waterworks run wild, the tension mixes with the awkwardness Brett feels. He's the one that got dumped and the little teenager that travels with him is taking it harder than he has.
"...She was the closest friend I had. She gave a damn about me, unlike you...And because of this stupid obsession you have with that stupid fucking title...You've taken her away from me." She murmurs....
Brett sneers, "You think I'm not upset...I'm fucking torn into pieces! I'm human! I'm a human being! I feel just like you do, I breathe the same way everyone else does, I wrestle like nobody else. That's the difference. That's why wrestling means more to me. Because I can't love her the way some other dude can but I'll be damned if someone tells me they can wrestle better than I can. Jevica was a sacrifice that I needed to make. She'll be fine on her own. If I dont win that title by the end of the year I don't know what I'll do...." The anger calms as he stares down in deep thought.
He's let out a lot of emotion in recent weeks. The look in Brett's eyes show that he feels some sort of remorse for Morgan but it's no surprise that he's found a way to bring it back to himself. It's only in his nature for him to be this way.
"I let the one thing I love, besides wrestling, go...I set her free so I can have a clear mind frame walking into every match from here on out. If I let her go for nothin', if I let her go and I don't win the Xcel Championship. I wouldn't live with myself..." He pauses and looks up at Morgan, "Look, I'm sorry I've ruined your life. But I promise, once I fix everything that's been wrong in my first love...I'll fix everything that's wrong in my second." He finishes.
Morgan simply shakes her head, "Whatever...I've figured you out, winning the title is for you and getting Jevica back won't ever be because of me. That's what you're all about Brettster...You're all about you."
Brett slightly smirks, "Winning the title is for me, you're right. Wrestling is what I love...I refuse to be apart of a sport like this when it's being disgraced. At Darkest Hour, I'm sending a message at the expense of Ian Windermear. I hope Stacy pays attention for once...Because when I do beat Ian Windermear I plan on getting my hands on her next..."
"Kinky."
Morgan seems to have very, very swiftly recovered from her meltdown, so swift that yet again it's thrown Brett off as he has to collect himself for a moment before his eye slightly twitches. Much to his dismay...The Morgan Goldward he's known and despised is once again present.
Morgan seems to have very, very swiftly recovered from her meltdown, so swift that yet again it's thrown Brett off as he has to collect himself for a moment before his eye slightly twitches. Much to his dismay...The Morgan Goldward he's known and despised is once again present.
"Don't you fucking start..." He simply shoots back, "I'll beat her and bring upon an era in VOW that nobody is ready for...."
"The era of the homophobic, sore loser! Brettykins!"
"Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with you..."
Brett sticks the car key in the ignition and revs up the car before driving out of the parking spot and driving off.
It's just the case of being good but not...on my level...with you, Mr. Windermear.
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