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Post by Josh Duncan on Jul 30, 2014 10:36:15 GMT -6
BRADY WHITE RP
“PWP 10... Nothin’ Like The First Time… July 29th, that’s gonna hold true. ‘Cuz you see, on that night, on that show, “Tha Snowman” Brady White steps foot into a PWP ring for the very first time. And y’all can bet the fuckin’ bank that it’s gonna be something you won’t forget, any time soon. Especially my opponents. Robb Hardy and Joey Edwards.
Now I’m not about to act like I know every damn thing there is to know ‘bout you dudes. I’ve done my studying. I’ve seen some matches. Yeah, you guys good. I’ll give you the props where they’re due. But unlike a lotta people, I ain’t ‘bout to tongue kiss ya ass all day long. ‘Cuz as good as you guys might be? “The Snowman” knows he’s that much better.
That ain’t ignorance. That’s confidence. Maybe a little hint of cockiness too but you know what? I got a lot to be cocky about. Once upon a time, I was just a dude workin’ at a music store for barely above minimum wage. I tried getting signed to wrestling, earlier in my life and it ain’t work. Nobody wanted to touch me. So you know what I did? I kept pushin’. I kept tryin’. Until eventually, I got signed by Force 1 wrestling and stayed there until it went outta business.
I, literally, came up from nothing to something. I went from bein’ raised by a single mom to livin’ comfortably ‘cuz of my abilities. I’m livin’ the good life now, man. I got myself a great girl. We got a great home. We live a great life. So you best know that I clearly am not here for the paycheck.
I’m here, in PWP, ‘cuz I love the sport. I love wrestling, man. I got a big mouth. I talk a lotta shit. But don’t take that as me takin’ things for granted or that I disrespect the industry. ‘Cuz it ain’t like that at all. I talk shit but I back it up. Do I win every match? Naw. No one does. But do I put up the best fight I got, givin’ myself a great opportunity to win every match? Fuckin’ right I do.
See, at PWP 10, it ain’t ‘bout the money. It ain’t ‘bout no grudge match. I got personally got nothing against Hardy and Edwards. Shit, they out there doin’ it for the same reason I am. What this all about is pride. I been real quiet since F1 closed down. And I think people are forgettin’ just how damn good “Tha Snowman” is. It’s time to remind these fools just how cold I am when I step between those ropes.
And to those that might not be familiar with Brady White yet? Well you in for a treat. ‘Cuz when I step into that ring, I don’t give a fuck. I do anything and everything I gotta do to get the win, even if that means puttin’ my own body on the line. Smart? Maybe not. Effective? Damn right. Fact of the matter is, I get the job the done.
So Robb and Joey? I hope you bring your best. ‘Cuz I damn sure will be bringing mine. Just ‘cuz I ain’t had a match in over a month, don’t mean I ain’t been stayin’ in the gym and keeping in in-ring shape. I chose PWP 10 for a reason, to make my return back to the ring. It’s one of the biggest wrestling events of the year. Some of the top wrestlers in the game are on this show. People who won World Titles. Main Evented and wrestled all over the world. My goal? To steal the show. So that at the end of the night, ain’t nobody gonna be talkin’ ‘bout Blake Jones or Zack Jones or Riley Owens or John Pariah. None of ‘em. They gonna be talkin’ ‘bout Brady White. And they gonna be talkin’ ‘bout Robb Hardy and Joey Edwards ‘cuz of how bad Brady White put ‘em in the dirt. I’ll see you fools on the 29th.” |
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Post by Josh Duncan on Jul 30, 2014 10:37:06 GMT -6
ROBB HARDY RP :: OFF CAMERA ::
September 4th, 2013 is a day that will live in infamy for the rest of my life. The decimation of my wife Jade happened that day and the events have played over in my head every day, hour, minute and second since then. Where was I when it all went down? In a run-down motel room, six thousand miles away. When Adam Law and Inferno decided to sell what was known as Inferno Wrestling Federation to Drayton McPherson, Drayton decided to clean house; wanting to build up his own staff. Wrestling for Inferno was out of the question in Drayton's eyes as well, saying that there was already too much "old news CHZ wrestlers" in Inferno. That left me without work to provide for my family and taking my talents to Japan seemed like smart thing to do at the time. Little did I know that it would be the biggest regret of my life. Jade was able to keep her place in Inferno because she was still in her prime and there weren't many female competitors there besides Liliana and Angelica Layne at the time. I remember smoking a cigarette as I watched Jade walk down the entrance way on the shitty television screen in my motel room. After that, everything happened so fast but I remember every horrifying detail. I knew that Jade's opponent Skylar Riggs was a monster, a villainous, heartless piece of shit; but it didn't cross my mind that he would destroy Jade... Physically and mentally.
As Jade walked down that entrance way, Skylar Riggs attacked her from behind with a Roaring Elbow to the head; which in turn caused me to to choke on the smoke I just inhaled from my cigarette. Coughing and springing up from the chair I was sitting in, I watched on as Riggs then pounced on top of Jade and began to deliver rapid forearm shots to her face, causing Jade's body to go limp. That monster, that piece of shit followed this up by picking up Jade's limp body and put her in a Torture Rack, squeezing her like a fucking pretzel. Skylar could have stopped there, he should have. The damage was done, Jade wasn't getting up from this brutal assault. Instead though, Riggs continued on with his attack on my wife as I watched helplessly in horror. Skylar hit his patented Modified Chickenwing Jawbreaker on Jade and her lifeless body smashed back to the ground. Even the sickest human beings would have had the sense to see the damage done and taken a step back. Not Skylar though, he's as sick as you could possibly get. When my brother-in-law Chris Night started calling Skylar Riggs the devil, it was a name that still didn't give Riggs enough credit for how evil he truly was. Lastly, Riggs applies a crossface on Jade, who is unconscious as blood pours from her head, mouth and nose. As I watch this I can feel my heart sink as every organ in my body wrenches every time. I still feel everything in my body twist and wrench every time I think about what happened that night; I can feel it all right now as I think about Jade; lying there, completely lifeless. I could have been there, I could have stopped it; instead I was in Japan, trying to find one last glimmer of hope for my career that seemed to be on its last leg. Everything I have is gone. My hopes, my dreams, my family; they were all taken away from in a blink of an eye that night. All I have left are the three words that Jade whispered in my ear before she vanished for good three months ago; she said, 'I love you.' And just like that, she was gone and it's just me again. Lost, alone and trying to figure all of this out; all the while I not only try to find her but I try to find myself again as well.
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The scene opens up with Robb Hardy standing inside of an old wrestling ring with a spotlight shining down on him, the rest of the gym that the ring is located inside is completely dark. Robb stands in the middle and stares up at the light shining down on him for a few seconds before moving towards the ropes and leaning up against them. Robb now begins to speak.Robb: You know, I was a bit hesitant to sign up for PWP after the shitty experience I had in the last company I signed up for. I won't mention the place because I'm not going to come out here and throw some place under the bus, I might be an asshole but I'm not that much of a prick. Anyway, the place I am mentioning just didn't have a great grip when it came to managing their company. Right when I walked into the door, their best talent was walking out on them and it was because the place was being poorly managed and people who didn't deserve title shots were being handed them. It doesn't surprise me to see that they are on their way to closing down in a few weeks. After my first match there, I decided to get out of dodge and train a bit more before I got on board with a more professional company. That place had no chance of being saved, even by someone like myself. I did manage to have a good showing while I was there, fighting in a battle royal that consisted of around 15 people and I ended up being the third to last competitor left in it. Fuck, we can't win them all and for it being my first match in almost a year, placing third was pretty god damn impressive.
You know what that showed me? It showed me that I still have it. I might be a 13 year pro in at the age of 33, but I still have a lot of tread on these tires of mine. If my buddy TJ Codair, who has more injuries than any fucker I've ever know in this business, can handle competing every week, then so can I. Getting back into ring shape is a process though and even though I have been volunteering as a trainer at this wrestling school we are standing in that Chris Night helps manage; it takes actually getting into the ring, in a real match to get your legs back under you. All the training in the world isn't going to help with that. That is why I saw PWP as a perfect opportunity for me to test my abilities before I sign on with a company full time.Walking up to one of the turnbuckles and leaning back against it, Robb nods his head and continues on.Robb: A lot of people have been saying that all of the top talent comes to PWP to show off their skills on a national stage; to go up against the top names of people from other companies. That was another reason I wanted to have a match here, so I could face someone that has top billing somewhere, so that I can see how well I can compete with the best of the best. Well it turns out, I didn't get what I fucking signed up for. You might be asking yourself, "what does Robb mean?" Well, it's pretty fucking obvious that my opponents haven't done shit in this industry. Let's start off with this fucktard named Joey Edwards. Joey Edwards hasn't introduced himself to the PWP world yet, so I guess I will have to introduce him for you. He is apparently the most decorated wrestler of all time, having won over 100 championships in a 5 year time span. Or at least, that's what his lie-filled biography said. Hey, that lie filled biography also said that he also goes by the names Matt Young, Chris Black and Liam Cooper. Joey, you can take all four of your names or personalities and single them out as their own people and they still wouldn't be able to muster up over 100 championships in 5 years.
Are you fucking retarded? Do you really expect people in the wrestling industry to believe that bullshit? Even if it were true, that means that you also lost those 100 championships. In a 5 year span, you would have had to win a title and then lose it the next week or so. Fuck, I have been in this business for 13 years and I don't have 100 loses to my name, yet you managed to lose that much in a 5 year span. That's if we are going by your ridiculous claim that it actually happened. The thing is, we all know that it is a bunch of bullshit. If you were that good, your name would be well known, the top people in this industry would know your name. Yet, I've never heard of you until now. Shit, you were a last minute throw in for this match with Brady White and me. I could have told Josh Duncan that I didn't want you in this match because it was a late throw in but I told him fuck it, the more the merrier; I'll happily beat the shit out of two fucktards rather than one. You know, as I kept on doing research on Joey Edwards, I continued to find out how much of a fucking joke he actually is.Robb gets out from the turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring again. Inhaling and then exhaling a deep breath, Robb rolls his eyes and shakes his head.Robb: This asshole is supposedly referred to as "The Anti-hero." Are you fucking kidding me? You know how many other people are referred to as that? Do you know how many other people come out to the ring and act like assholes because they think its cool and they think that the fans are just going to eat that shit up? You are the most unoriginal piece of shit that I have seen in a really long time. You are pretty much everything that is wrong with this industry nowadays. The guy who wants to be the popular anti-hero and who claims to have won a million fucking titles. Jesus Christ, I can't wait to shove my boot up your ass and prove to the world just how much of a fucking fake you really you. You want to know the best bit of information I found on Joey Edwards? That he recently had a fully torn ACL. Well, isn't that a great to know. The thing about torn ACL's is that the majority of people who suffer from one don't come back the same. Yeah, you heard me, not everyone is Adrian fucking Peterson, an athletic freak. Now we know that Joey Edwards doesn't have that first step he used to have, he doesn't have the speed or leaping ability that he possessed before.
The difference between you and I Joey, is that I can backup my career, I can back up the wrestling pedigree that I possess. I've won thirteen championships in this business, thirteen legitimate titles were in my possession over my career. One of them was the EPW World Championship, a company that was well known at the beginning of the millenium, a company that was even endorsed by Prime Time Central when that was still around. Maybe you don't know what that is, I would understand since you're a young pup that doesn't know shit about wrestling. I also won every major title in XWF besides the world champion and that place was endorsed by Revolution Studios; another place you might be too young to remember. I am also a two time Hall of Famer, so please tell me, what the fuck have you done that even compares to me? As for Revolution Studios and Prime Time Central, for those who don't remenber, they were a lot like PWP, they were places where the top talent from different companies went to see how they would do against other top talent. So now that I have mentioned the real places that I have competed in and the real reigns of titles that I have actually had, can you do the same? Can you back up all of that shit which you claimed to have done? I don't think it's likely. Frankly, I think you and your whole story is a bunch of bullshit and that is probably why you have gone by several different names in this business. Sorry man, with social media today, there's no way to escape your past with a different name. Anyway, I think I've wasted enough of our time talking about this fucking retard. Let's move onto another idiot, Brady White.Robb chuckles and shakes his head as he walks up to the ropes and leans forward on them.Robb: Hmm, how about I take a shot at trying to cut my promo like Brady White. Hey yo dawg, what's crack-a-lackin'? Yo man, I ain't fuckin' round in dis rap game and shiznit. Oh wait, I'm in dat rasslin' game now, huh? Fuck g, Ima get fucked up by dat dude Robb Hardy, he seem fo' real and shiz, fo' real doe.A serious look runs over Robb's face as he shakes his head in disappointment.Robb: Seriously Brady, you're a white boy from Vermont, so how about you fucking drop the whole rapper act and talk like, you know, a white boy from Vermont. What the fuck is this? Malibu's Most Wanted? Jesus Christ, I'm a half-white, half-Mexican American from Los Angeles, California and you don't see me trying to talk like that. Fuck, I'm more god damn hood than you could ever be. So take a piece of advice from me and drop the stupid fucking gimmick. I used to go by "The Gangsta" and even though it was more legit than the shit you're pulling because of where I am from, I still dropped that shit because it was stupid to have in front of my name. That's not who I am anymore, I'm not proud of the shitty hood I grew up in. I am proud that I made it out, that I made something better of myself because of it. I'm still going to distance myself from that hood talk, I'm still going to be a normal and real motherfucker, not some degenerate piece of shit like you. I bet your favorite things to say are "yolo" and "swag", aren't they? I think I need to put you in check and drop some fucking reality on you at PWP 10. The way you present yourself and your cocky attitude get on my nerves so god damn much.
You haven't done shit in this business kid, you still haven't made it. You think having a few matches in that company Force 1 was you "making it"? Please bitch, you haven't done shit. There is a reason a company that flopped had you on its roster and the reason is because you fucking suck. If you weren't such a shitty wrestler, you would still have a job. Yet, you fucking fail at everything you do. You tried to be a rapper but you failed at that, so you moved on to something else. You are everything that's wrong with this generation. You give up the first time you're denied what you want, you refuse to keep trying, to keep clawing and fighting for what you want. The same can be said for you and your wrestling career. When Force 1 closed, you were already saying that you were "semi-retired." Are you fucking joke? You get a very small taste of success and you decide to move on after that? Pausing, Robb slides out of the ring and walks up to the camera that has been filming the promo.Robb: You are a fucking joke, Brady. You call yourself "Tha Snowman." Holy fucking shit, that's the most original shit I ever heard. A white, wannabe rapper calls himself a snowman, something that is white. Maybe you are "Tha Snowman" because you have your stupid girlfriend snowballing you. If you don't know what that means, look it up or watch Clerks, you'll find out. I wouldn't be surprised if your do let your girl snowball you, since only inbred retards come out of Vermont. So you think that you are going to put me in the dirt and that you're going to be the talk of PWP10? That's laughable. I know that I am going to win this match and I know that I am going to do it with ease; that doesn't mean that I think I am going to be the talk of PWP after this shit. Why would I be after beating two scrubs? Shit, I don't expect anyone to think that is impressive. Maybe if I was facing someone else on the card, like Blyss Lockhart or one of the Jones brothers and I beat them, then I would be impressed with myself and expect people to be talking about how fucking rad I am. But that's not reality. The reality is that I am going to come down to the PWP ring and do what I am supposed to do; which is win.
You can claim to love this sport, but you don't have the same passion for it as I do. You haven't seen what I have seen, you haven't been where I have been. You're just a rookie and Joey Edwards is just a fucking liar. As for me? I back up my shit and I have done anything and everything that you can do in this business. Yet, here I am, still with the hunger and urge to keep on going and beat the shit out of scrubs like you two. I don't have to claim a big game because the evidence is there. I'm a former world champion, a Hall of Famer and you want to know what my greatest accomplishment out of all of that is? Passing my legacy down to someone else. Most of you know who Chris Night is, and for those of you that don't, he's one of the top guys in Inferno Wrestling. I mentored him, I trained him, I helped mold him into the star that he is today. Out of everything that I have done in this business, that is the thing I am proud of the most. My legacy is more than titles and hall of fame's, it is my brother-in-law, Chris Night. Neither of you have a legacy that you can lay claim to, neither of you have done anything worthwhile in this business. Brady, you haven't even scratched the surface and like I said earlier about Joey Edwards, we don't know what about is career is true and what's a lie. The only real truth I know right now is that at PWP10, I am walking out the victor of this triple threat match and there isn't a damn thing that can save you two from the coming storm that I am bringing.Nodding at the camera, Robb now turns around and walks away as the scene fades.
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Today is the big day. Not for me of course, it's the big day for Chris Night and Kelly Fury and I couldn't be happier for them. I have the honor of being one of the groomsmen with Xavier Young, Jacob Daniels, Flex Johnson and Matt Thomas. Us five are standing off to the side of the altar, which is where Chris and Kelly are standing. The bride and groom are in the middle of exchanging their vows and I am intently listening until someone slowly moving in in the back of the crowd that is watching the wedding grabs my attention. The woman has light brown skin, sleek black hair and a green dress on. She may be half a football field away, but I can recognize her from anywhere; it's my wife, Jade. We make eye contact, even through the distant, I can tell that we are intently staring at each other. My heart begins to race and pound out of my chest. As much as I want to give in and chase after her, I can't just walk out in the middle of the wedding. It will bring too much attention to me and I don't want that, the attention needs to be on Chris and Kelly. Is that why Jade is here though? To sabotage the wedding? To ruin Chris and Kelly's big day? So many thoughts run through my head as I keep my eyes on Jade and she keeps hers on me. After what feels like hours, Chris and Kelly are pronounced man and wife and they kiss as everyone at the wedding begins to clap and cheer. Jade turns the other direction and begins to quickly walk away, causing me to sprint away from the wedding as everyone's attention is solely focused on Chris and Kelly. Slowly but surely, I begin to catch up to Jade, who doesn't seem to be trying to get away from me at all. Finally, Jade turns a corner into an alley as I am twenty feet away. I quickly make my way to the alley and find a dead end... With no one here; no Jade, no sign of anyone. How could she just vanish in thin air like that? Was this real? Did I actually see Jade or am I going crazy? Am I starting to see things? I... I just don't know anymore. Shaking my head before I wipe away the sweat off of my forehead, I turn around and begin to make my way back to the reception before people think that I've disappeared and ditched Chris' wedding. As I make my way back, I can't help but worry that I imagined the whole thing. Suddenly, my phone lets out a dinging sound, informing me I have a text message. Pulling the iPhone out of my pocket, I look down at the phone and see the message is from Jade. My heart stops as I stare at the phone, afraid of what this message may say. Opening up the message, I read it and begin to shake my head. I can't believe what she's asking me to do. I can't believe that I'm caught in the middle of my wife.... and my brother-in-law and protege, Chris. I just don't know what to do anymore.
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