Bray

Can I kill these new commentators?

Damn you Leon!!

I think he meant to compare it to Krispin Wah.

O_o :/ :) :( ;)

I just noticed this... The game fucked up my in-ring attire for Ace. Why does this not surprise me?

She is NOT from the hood, hooligan!!!

Not her fault her face and skin look fugly as fuck

I think my sister pulled a few strings so she wouldn't have to face you.

I'm sure my sister can help you out, Jacob.

I might wanna be apart of that lol....

I shouldn't have been in the contender match in the first place. I was just a replacement. I didn't ask for that.

Here's my mini rant-ish thing and then I'm silent: Whether I'm still in the title picture or not, I don't care. Do I think I deserve it? Not for me to say. I see countless people saying I do and it troubles me because I know that if I'm built as this fresh, hot guy, then I'm gonna fall flat on my ass. And apparently in some people's eyes its already happened. Apparently my loss to Malu has people already second guessing me. I see it as a sign that I'm not completely, ready for the main event title picture. Some people say I should be pushed to the moon in the main event scene and I honestly disagree. I've done nothing and beaten no one to be awarded such, despite what people think. My content is, in my opinion, still ass at best as I'm struggling to write good stuff whilst getting ready for college. Really, I'm just happy to be here, working with great personalities and assholes alike (I love you Xander). It's the most fun I've had in a while playing wrestling games, which is saying something because I usually enjoy these games for about 2 months and then I hate it. The way I've been booked questioned me, sure, but someone, I think it was Ed, said I need to focus on other things besides Dennis, because that's what stalled me, booking wise, and he's right. I spent all my time trying to avenge my loss when I should've moved forward, and I've been stuck in a period of nothing ever since. I blame myself for that, because I didn't try to contact many people to start storylines and such. Recently, a few people have actually wanted to work WITH me to boost me to the main event. I've almost never felt such an honor. So the future is not lost, my Jedi amigos. I'm not done being the Broken Spirit yet, and bet your ass he's not done beating up cameramen and poisoning fo- nevermind. In the meantime, I'll do what I do and continue doing my best to entertain. I'll have my shine. Just not today. PS Malu, great matches against me. Go kick some ass.

Heh heh... I get it. You don't like me. Acceptable.

It's like the second I lost against Malu, everyone thinks I'm just out of the title picture in general. :/

Too..... much....... reading...

Damn you OCW..... damn you :(

How do you know I didn't poison his food? ;)

I'm not sure, I have a pretty big, and mostly annoying, voice.

First

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.

I wonder who the narcissist is 0_o

Trying to do another 6-man match would give me ebola.

I smell a 6-man ma-... Never mind. Servers wouldn't allow it.

A small lamp light illuminates a small, spaced out room. Located in the center of the room are a small metal table and two metal chairs accompanying each side. Sitting on the chair is an irate Bray S. Spur, repeatedly tapping his fingers on the table. His tattered dress shirt indicates that his stay at the police station has not been a kind one. After seconds of back to back finger tapping, the officer responsible for bringing him in, Officer Garrus, opens the door and stands in the doorway. Officer Garrus: You have a guest, Mr. Horton. Bray looks to Garrus and scowls. Bray S. Spur: My name isn’t- Voice: Spare him the details, Ali. Bray stands up, distressed at the voice he just heard speaking to him. He tilts his head to the side and is slightly relieved to see a young woman enter the room, dressed in a red business blazer accompanied by casual pants and black heels. A tag is present on her blazer, labeled “Ace”. She smiles at Bray, who returns the gaze with a smirk. Bray S. Spur: Sup, sis? Ace: Not just sis, Ali. It’s LAWYER sis. Bray S. Spur: Interesting. So that’s what you’ve been doing while I’ve been gone, eh? Ace: Makin’ moves, putting criminals behind bars. But, it doesn’t matter what I’ve been up to, Ali. It what you’ve got yourself into. Bray S. Spur: Stop calling me that. I don’t even put that name on documents anymore. Ace: [smiling] Too bad. Ace turns to Officer Garrus. Ace: I’ll take it from here, Garry. Officer Garrus nods his approval and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Ace takes a moment before sitting down in the opposite chair and stares at her brother. Bray S. Spur: “Garry?” Ace: Friend of mine. We go way back, even to our childhood. Bray S. Spur: I thought he looked familiar. He was that asshole that kept flirting with everyone in third grade! I shoulda- Ace: We’re getting off topic here. This isn’t about me or my past. This is about YOU. Bray shrugs and slouches back in his chair, annoyed. Ace: Lay back all you want, Ali, but the fact is, you shouldn’t even be in processing right now. You should be in jail, meeting Big Bubba, and out of a job! Bray S. Spur: So, how come I’m not? Ace laughs and puts her feet on the table. Ace: Just cause I’m a lawyer doesn’t mean I have no connections. Bray raises an eyebrow. Ace: You’re off the hook. Guys at the station managed to get the guy to calm down and... take a vacation, if you will. Heard he’s going to Hawaii. Nice place. Very nice. Bray S. Spur: Okay, that’s fine and good and all. Question is, if I’m off the hook, why the hell am I here right now? Ace: Because whether you like it or not, I’m your sister!! One of my jobs is to make sure you don’t go to jail and have Momma back home having a heart attack! Ace: I mean, Braylin, we’ve talked about you and your constant anger issues. We know you get crazy like hell. We know you act like you’re bipolar all the damn time! Why do you think Momma didn’t want you to become a wrestler in the first place? You get crazy sometimes, man. And it makes a lot of people look the other way when they see us. Bray steadies himself straight and lets out a heavy sigh. He stares at his sister’s eyes, remembering the times when occasions like this only resulted in a leather belt across the bottom. Bray S. Spur: I know, sis. It’s just... I love OCW. I know I’m good. I know I’m great! It’s just... I got a lot going on my mind lately. It’s like every second I’m not talking or fighting, someone’s taking my place. And it’s happened! I had to stay off of Turmoil 121 because I had too much BS to take care of. Ace softens her gaze at Bray and smiles. Ace: I know. That’s why I’m here. To offer you a deal. Bray S. Spur:And what might that be? Ace: The way I see it, if you keep going down this road of attacking camera crews and talking to yourself at walls, that’s not going to get you anywhere. In fact, it'll only get you fired and sent to a mental hospital. And both of us don't want that. We both know you’re the Best in the Wo- Bray suddenly cuts off Ace, slamming his hands on the table. Bray S. Spur: Don’t call me that!.... I’m sorry, just don’t call me that. The Broken Spirit is better. Ace: O...kay. We both know you’re the Broken Spirit. We both know you’re one of the best Turmoil has to offer. We both know that you’re not considered as one of the best. So.. the way I see it... you might need someone to say, I don’t know, keep you in check, in case things go south? Bray S. Spur: Keep me in check? What do you mean? Why aren’t you- Ace: Let me finish. I never said I disagreed with what you did. If anything, Momma would say just whip everybody ass until you get bored. My thing is, you can’t just kick people’s asses without a little pick-me-up, know what I mean? Ace: Basically, what I’m saying is.... you can do whatever you want... as long as I get a guaranteed contract with Online Championship Wrestling. Bray rises from his chair and laughs maniacally. Ace looks at him with a look of “KILL” and Bray calms down. Bray S. Spur: YOU? As a wrestler? I-I’m sorry. I love you, but when was the last time you stepped foot in a gym, much less a ring? Besides, won’t Momma find out and bitch you out? Ace: Ali, I’m a lawyer. I do my homework. And Momma,... As long as she gets paid for what we do, she doesn’t care. I take my vitamins, I say my prayers, I-... Nevermind. Point is, I want to be a wrestler!... Can you do that for me? Bray takes a moment paces around the table, going deep in thought about his sister’s request. Bray S. Spur:... All right.... All right. I’ll see if I can get you a contract. Ace nearly jumps out of her seat and rushes to hug Bray, who reluctantly returns the hug. Ace: Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!! I swear, you think the women now are tough and beautiful... Just wait till they see me! Bray S. Spur: One step at a time, lil sis. First things first, I have a score to settle with someone. He doesn’t know I’m after him, but I don’t care. Ace: And who would that be? Bray S. Spur: The poison of Turmoil, the ass of OCW.... The only one who’s ever beaten me so far..... Dennis Black. Ace: Why are you after him? Bray S. Spur: ....Ever since he beat me, I’ve been on a long road to Shites-burg. For every single person I had to lash out at and beat down just to prove a point! For that, I blame him. Ace: ...Shouldn’t you blame the booking team for that? Bray S. Spur: I do, except I probably can’t touch them without getting fired.. I know who my target is, I know what to do, and I know how I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna take that Television title from him one way or the other. I'm gonna take every single Dennis Black poster, cover them with black roses, and burn them all at a stake. I'm gonna- Ace: One step at a time, big bro. Bray S. Spur: Yeah ....Let’s get outta here. I’ll fill you in on the way. We gotta stop by Unleashed first so I can face..... Genital James or something? Doesn’t matter. Let’s go. Ace: Before we go... Ace opens the door and extends an arm out and brings in back in to reveal Bray's jacket from the night before. Bray S. Spur: You got my jacket! Ace: Even as adults, I still can't get you to put your stuff back up. Bray S. Spur: It wasn't my fault though. Ace: Excuses, excuses, Ali! Bray S. Spur and Ace leave the room and exit the police station. The camera fades to black.