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[Bray]

After what seemed to be an endless rhythm of unsatisfying travels and midget clowns, the Broken Spirit restlessly staggers to the training room, accompanied by Ace. He flops on a table and clutches his leg with great fury. The trainer rushes over to check on the superstar, only to be met with a swift swat to the face and staggers away. Ace reaches for a nearby towel.

Bray S. Spur: Son of a BITCH!

 

Ace: Language.

 

Bray raises an eyebrow at Ace, who lets out a hearty laugh. Bray sits up on the table, stretching his injured leg out in front of him.

 

Bray S. Spur: Can you believe that!? Did you see that garbage on Unleashed!?

 

Ace: You mean you having a draw in the main event or getting whooped by a buncha cultists?

 

Bray S. Spur: The draw, er, the cultists- I don’t know! Bottom line is, this was MY night! And it was taken from me by a clown ass midget and the Addams Family! I’m-

 

Ace slaps the towel over Bray’s face and he immediately tries to yank it off, only to be swiped away by Ace’s hand.

 

Ace: Breath. In and out, Ali.

 

After seconds of calm breathing, Bray takes the towel off his head and throws it to the side. He lets out a heavy sigh.

 

Bray S. Spur: You know,.. shockingly, buttering me up like this isn’t exactly making me feel any better, Ace.

 

Ace: [chuckling] It’s not supposed to make you feel better! It’s just supposed to un-piss you off. Everybody knows how you are when you get pissed.

 

Bray S. Spur: Hey, the company bought new cameras didn’t it?

 

As the siblings continue their rambling, a referee enters the training room and requests Bray’s attention. Bray and Ace trade disgusted looks as the referee stands in front of him, timid and frail, just like the cameraman Bray “allegedly” assaulted.

 

Referee: Thank you, sir. Well, um, I was coming to ask are you fit to compete tonight. Because after last week-

 

Bray S. Spur: Why the hell wouldn’t I be? Do you know who I am?

 

Referee: Well, after you couldn’t compete last night due to the Orphanage’s attack, we just had to make sure that you-

 

Bray S. Spur: Were one-hundred percent? There’s only two people I allow to check on me. My sister and the Lord... maybe my mother if she responds to my texts, but that’s not the point.

 

Bray S. Spur: It doesn’t matter that a group of Mickey Mouse head-ass looking juggalos made me bend my knee some type of way. I’ll do what I do best in the end. Kick the piss out of everyone that pisses me off!

 

Voice: Is that so?

 

Alarmed, Bray, Ace and the referee look to the entrance way to see who spoke. Bray is infuriated within seconds and lets out a silent growl upon seeing the badge docked on the man’s belt.

 

Ace: Nice to see you too, Garry.

 

Garrus: Ms. Horton.

 

Garrus changes his demeanor upon setting his sights on Bray.

 

Garrus: Mr.... Spur.

 

Bray S. Spur: George Zimmerman...

 

Garrus: [chuckling] You got jokes, don’t ya Bray? Funny guy he is, Ace. Hilarious.

 

Garrus slowly steps into the trainer’s room, circling the table.

 

Ace: Garry, now’s not the best time....

 

Garrus: Oh no, don’t mind me. Just,... checking out how my ex-fiancee is doing.

 

Bray turns his head to Garrus and clinches his fist. Restraining himself, he turns back to Ace with a look of confusion on his face.

 

Bray S. Spur: Fiancee!?

 

Ace: Ex. For a good reason.

 

Bray S. Spur: It better be a damn good one.

 

Ace: Because of BS like this! Garry, the boy is under control, now leave him the hell alone!

 

Garrus: Leave him alone? In an environment like this? With you? Ho-ho! That just sounds crazy coming from you!

 

Bray S. Spur: Stow it, you son of a bitch! What do you want!?

 

Garrus makes his way back to the front of the table. He leans over to the referee’s ear and whispers something in his ear. Seconds later, the referee leaves, closing the door behind him. Garrus locks the door.

 

Garrus: Let’s get something very clear, Bray. The only reason you left my precinct in one piece is because your sister actually believes you aren’t a danger to everyone you know.

 

Bray S. Spur: .... I’m a wrestler. It’s my job to be a danger to everyone. Including you.

 

Bray starts to stand from the table, but his knee troubles him even further and lowers back down. He grunts in pain as Ace slowly stretches it out.

 

Garrus: I don’t know if you’re being bold or stupid right now. How are you a danger to me when you can’t even stand up straight, boy!?

 

Ace: ENOUGH, Garry! Just leave!

 

Garrus: No. Not until you, BOTH of you, hear this.

 

Garrus leans in near Bray’s face.

 

Garrus: You and I both know that you should be behind bars right now with the key rotting away. You better thank God now, boy, because that’s the last time you’re getting saved from me.

 

Bray S. Spur: And just what the hell are you gonna do?

 

Garrus: Hmm... Maybe I cut terminate you two’s contracts with OCW and you’ll be left begging on the streets.

 

Ace: What the frick, Garry!? You can’t do that shi-

 

Garrus: It’s the United States, Ace! We’re as crooked as crooked can get! Get with it, sister!

 

Bray whisks Ace to the side and jumps up from the table, standing on his good leg. He limps to Garrus and meets him face-to-face.

 

Bray S. Spur: You know.... if you weren’t a cop.... I’d have no remorse beating the piss out of you all over this Earth......

 

Garrus: But, since I am a cop, if you lay one hand on me, or any other worker in OCW, you’re fired AND arrested. Am I right?

 

Ace walks beside Bray and silently convinces him to lay off and sit back on the table. Bray ignores her completely.

 

Garrus: [laughing] You have to realize, kid, no one in this company likes you! No one RESPECKS you! No one would bat an eye with you being gone, would they?

 

Garrus: You know this new guy, the, uh, Hit the Quan guy, or Gravity Falls or whatever, the people here love him, but hate you! Why is that? Think about it, mi amigo..

 

Garrus: Now then, I must be off. Good day to you, Ace.

 

Garrus turns and leaves the room. The referee from earlier re-enters the room.

 

Referee: Is, uh, everything alright here, Mr. Spur?

 

Bray stands in silence as the events that just occurred flood into his mind. The scowl on his face runs deep as he slowly turns to the referee. He raises an eyebrow, indicating that he’s listening.

 

Referee: Well then, in the case that, like I said before, you are in fact one-hundred percent, then on next week’s Turmoil, you’ll be facing Malu.

 

Ace: Who the hell is that?

 

Referee: The Samoan character? Competing for a number-one contender’s spot at Savage Lands?

 

Ace: The match that Bray should be in, yes, I know. But who the hell is Malu?

 

Bray S. Spur: Doesn’t matter.... What matters is what I know. I know that I want to be happy here, but that seems impossible. I know that I want Dennis Black’s head on my mantle, but that seems impossible.

 

Bray S. Spur: What is possible though, is me going to Turmoil next week....

 

Bray puts his hand on Ace’s shoulder.

 

Bray S. Spur: Showing you off the the OCW world for the first time.....

 

Ace lets out a big cheerleader-like grin.

 

Bray S. Spur: And showing everyone, that I’m wrecking ball of this company. And we’ll show them..

 

Ace: Together!

 

Ace puts Bray over her shoulders and they begin to leave the trainer’s room.

 

Ace: Will I get to pick my own music!?

 

Bray S. Spur: We’ll see.

 

Bray closes the door behind them as the camera fades to black.

[Gentleman Jack]

So I'm going to go on a little rant here about how Bray is the most underrated, underused, badass mamajama turmoil has to offer. I know I'm still ridiculously new here and my opinion doesnt carry that much weight but thats actually a good thing here. Ive looked into his past and I know some of you don't give him the time of day bc he came in a jericho impersonator.

I've only seen a little over a month's worth of the man's work but there's nothing about him but his finisher that screams jericho. He's fan freakintastic on the sticks, always shows for bookings, and has a good attitude. His character is getting fleshed out and if you aren't terrified of seeing him in your mirror you should be.

 

"There’s only two people I allow to check on me. My sister and the Lord... maybe my mother if she responds to my texts, but that’s not the point."

 

If that doesn't make you a fan, I can't help you. Watch this kid, he's going to be our overlord someday. Mad respect Bray. keep it up!

[Big Ed]

I half agree.

 

Bray is actually LOVED by Sensation.Sensation gives Bray props whenever he can, even when Bray ain't in the topic. Bray does get booked, just not on ppv cuz he ain't in a feud. hell I don't think he has had a feud yet? A guy can be great on the sticks all day, but if there is no writing against and with someone else on the boards, there is no story. With no story, no ppv. Feuds are usual started by players, not the staff. So I think Bray would get more ppv shots if he had someone to feud with. The one he's been wanting to chase after doesn't really have a story with Bray other than giving Bray his first loss. So the story effects Bray more than the guy that beat him, it be a one sided desire. The target is someone that a lot of us like working, chasing, and feuding with, so that has stalled him. which is why B17 and I post pictures of taking a number in line when someone new mentions wanting to chase the caramel bat.

 

if he put his focus elsewhere, he'd get a ppv match fo sho.