Bray

Now now, I never said I attacked anyone. I'm just... playing the paht, Fiona. They just need a "hero"... a morally ambiguous depressed hero that is. That or Ricky and CJ don't watch television. Simple and clean! I'm a psycho and the Dragons are clueless cucks. See?!? It's no harder to grasp than the fact that my skin tone changes every year. Plus I love how Jett marks out to THAT but not the show but that's none of my business. Fuck it, y'all want a review? Read my quote, that's my review.

I can! I love you guys. I'd do anything to help you guys succeed... Anything... Even if it means beating the piss out of one of you...

I bust my neck out to assure that the Celtic Dragons are able to pick the stip at the PPV, and they still don't trust me? Heheh. :) <---

"Celtic Dragons"... Hm. Your words hurt, Goochy.

Let me edit my own matches damn it! Them sound effects is life.

First

You people just don't have a sense of humor like Seereax or Rhymestyle x( sigh; puts on nerd glasses Either read this: https://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Mary_Walker_(Earth-616) Or long story short, Ace has split personalities, one named Mori, the poor girl has no control over it, and its all of your faults.

The fact that I'm the only one whose reviewed this show says something.

Seeing the rookies putting this much enthusiasm into their RPs warms my heart. Sounds cliché, but real talk. First match back with Ace: I'm not a kickout machine so I praise Dende for that. The fact that Riley kept running to me after a stomp reversal threw me off. Guess I should stop being nice. The sound effects I added just cause I thought it was funny, no other reason really. That first finisher set-up, I admit I choked hard because I'm still fishy on how to set up rope finishers. I'm glad CJ was my first match back, even though it was with the WOMENZ. I hope she gets booked more, but we'll see. Is it too much to ask for Flojo and Valk to form an alliance? The Wholesome Valks? Flight of the Lotus? Anything? They both warm my heart so...fine... I dig Cozz's look, and having another black bruva is always nice. (plus it's nice seeing someone use the Booker T entrance). Good match. Just a nit-pick, but the smoke in Damian's entrance doesn't really fit in my opinion. The fact that the match ended in a regular sub kinda bothers me, but not enough to ruin the match. Kelsie feels lonely not being invited to these WOMENZ backstage ups, but hey, she has me. That's all she ever needs. If Code and Wrex end up in a Team Hell No esque relationship, this is Feud of the Year. I dig Tyler's mask. Hijo's entrance doesn't really fit his theme and character imo. I love it when the rookies go all out, unlike your typical Dragon Ball Super fight. I may develop a fear for rabbits. Poor Kelsie. CJ put up a good fight, probably a better fight than I could put up against Austin. But now that Austin is done pounding you to bits, it's my turn. Solid show.

Second

Controversy aside, show was good. Tyler can bounce back from this, CJ is improving in the ring, the women's division is still going ham, just splendidness.

Baptist Memorial Hospital comes into view, its rugged exterior hinting at its rising age over the age. Out the corner of the camera’s eye, a black truck pulls into the parking lot, parking albeit sloppily in a place near the entrance. Out steps Bray, unusually dressed in a suit and tie this time around. He enters the building and makes his way to a room on the second floor where, upon entry, he sees a doctor standing over his sister, who hasn’t noticed him come in, instead focusing her attention on, of all things, an episode of The Wiggles television show. Bray: … The Wiggles? Doctor: It’s the only thing she’s watched since she’s been here. Bray: I see… Doctor: You must be Braylin. Braylin Horton am I correct? Bray (grits his teeth): Fair enough… Doctor: Great! Well… He walks over to a dresser and retrieves a file. He flashes it at Bray, who just looks at the cover out of curiosity. Doctor: I have the prognosis right here and… it’s just as we feared. Bray: What’s wrong? Doctor: She’s developing, well, dissociative identity disorder. Bray: Sounds familiar… Doctor: Well, it’s a rare disorder. Not very common but, unfortunately, Kelsie has all the symptoms for it. Bray: I see… Doctor: It’s a good thing you came to us when you did. It’s unwise to let symptoms like the ones you described go on unchecked. He turns his attention to the files, flipping through the pages before stopping on one, confused. Doctor: And you said she… was dropped on her head onto a table, left to rot, and not one single soul besides you cared for her? Bray: That’s correct... Doctor: … So physical and psychological trauma, then? Bray: Pretty much… Doctor: Ah, that’s unfortunately common in causes for the disorder, especially in cases like this. I guess it makes sense for the corrupted iris as well. Bray: I gathered… Doctor: Well, I have to go turn this into the higher ups and we’ll work on getting her the proper treatment she needs? Bray: Proper… treatment? Doctor: You know, things like medication aren’t going to take these things away. What she needs is a proper seating, a proper guide in order to learn to control her state as opposed to running from it. Things like therapy are recommended for this. She'll probably need to say away from anything strenuous, say… wrestling. The doctor exits the room upon saying this, leaving Ace in Bray’s care. He looks around her room and grows cold: not a single get-well message or any gifts or goodies for her to have. Bray (whispers): Hypocrites… He goes over to her and nudges her shoulder, hoping to attract her attention. Bray: It’s me. She doesn’t respond. She stares blankly into the television, almost as though she’s hypnotized by the wonderful Wiggles. Bray sits at her bedside, twirling her hair in his hands. Bray: Kelsie… Suddenly, she snaps into motion, immediately staring at Bray. Almost immediately, one feature about her stands out: the entirety of the right side of her face is painted white, albeit sloppily but white nonetheless. Her right eye also catches his attention. As opposed to her usual dark brown, instead it is all white, with hints of brown faded on the outside. Bray: … Nice paint. She looks around the room for a second, confused. Ace: Are you talking to me? Bray: Who else? Ace: You called me “Kelsie”. Bray: Your name. Ace: THAT’S her real name? Kinda shitty... Bray: … You okay? She hops out of bed and stretches. Ace: Never better, fuckwit, now let me think. Her name, her absent-mindedness of the paint, even her lingo. It’s painfully obvious. Bray (takes a deep breath): Okay... and you are? ???: You still talkin to me? Well… to be fair that’s where I’m at a bit of a disadvantage. Bray: Get Kelsie... ???: Kelsie? Oh right, the side piece. I’m afraid it’s not that eas- Almost as soon as she says it, she stops her sentence, takes a second to look around, then sits back down on the bed. After a tense moment, Bray notices that she’s begun to tear up. ???: Ali… Bray: You’re back… Ace (still sobbing): God dammit… Bray: Calm down... He sits down next to her. Ace: Why… why did no one come see me? Bray doesn’t immediately answer, because he knows she knows the answer: Bray: Not liked... Shockingly, this doesn’t make Ace feel any better. She begins to bawl at an unnecessary volume. Ace: Dammit dammit DAMMIT! Bray grabs a tissue and pats her cheeks down, finishing off with a pat on her head. Ace: All I… wanted... to do… was to have fun… and wrestle. ...What did I do to make everyone hate me? Bray (takes a deep breath): Being my sister doesn’t earn you brownie points, unfortunately. Everyone hates me so- Ace: But you MADE them hate you. I never did anything. Bray (whispers): Not entirely... Ace: What was that, you pillock!? She’s angry all of a sudden. Ace is gone again. Bray: Forget it... ???: Whadyousayyyyy? There’s no reason to keep secrets! You ARE my brother after all. Bray: I guess… She whacks him in the arm. ???: Seriously, I don’t know WHAT is with that girl. She doesn’t need those fuckwits! Bray: Not untrue... Ace goes to the bathroom, observing herself in the mirror. She touches the paint on her face and grins, almost sadistically. ???: Damn I’m good. I’d make a fuckin good paint artist, amirite? Bray (takes another deep breath): Okay. I’ve seen Split. I know how this goes. ???: What, are you gonna name me now? Bray: Have to. ???: Nah, fuck that noise. I’ll do it myself. She takes a moment to continue her self-observation, paying significant attention to her breasts. ???: Has she grown!? Bray: Wouldn’t know. ???: Good little girl! She exits the bathroom and plays with her hair a bit. ???: Hm... big breasts, medium hair,... She then begins to inspect… “other” areas. ???: Lil bit of ass… I got it! She turns to Bray, eyes bright as ever, and smiles. ???: … Mori! Bray: … Huh? Mori: It’s derived from the Latin theory, meaning “DEATH”. Bray : … What the fuck does that have to do with anything? Ace (sighs): That’s the best she came up with? Bray: Other ideas? Ace: ….. No? Bray: Exactly. He gets up to his feet just as the doctor returns. Doctor: Alright Ms. Wilson, I know this is a difficult time for you but if you and your brother and willing to cooperate we’ll- Before he can continue, Bray rests a hand on his shoulder and gets unusually close to him, looking calmly, yet menacingly at the man. Bray: Are you telling me that you’re recommending she stop wrestling? Doctor: Well, u-uh, yes in order to- Bray: She is perfectly fine the way she is. She doesn’t need treatment… right Kelsie? Ace: Ali, I really… don’t know if that’s a good ide- Mori: Damn right I don’t need treatment! Get me outta here, doc. I’m healthy! The good doctor begins to sweat buckets. Doctor: But- b-b-b-b-but- Bray (closes in): She doesn’t need anyone but me. Am I clear?... He releases the doctor’s shoulder and shoves him out of the room. Bray: Now get her papers so she can leave… NOW. He slams the door in his face. Mori: She ain’t gon be happy bout this. Bray: Too bad. She walks up to him smiling and slaps him on the chest. Ace (shivers): … What did she just do? Bray: Nothing important. He throws her some clothes as they await the doctor’s return.

Fuggit, first

The light flickers on and off in a small, shabby looking room, only amplified by the somewhat ominous atmosphere that it gives off. The camera focuses on what seems to be a cheap SDTV atop a small DVD player on a wooden stand, sitting parallel to a scruffy looking couch, currently in use by the bRoKeN Bray. Nearby, his little sister Ace grabs a compact disc case from her luggage and brings it over to the player. We briefly see that the cover of the disc has been written on in marker, reading “Wrestlution 12” on it, albeit in elegant handwriting. She grabs the remote from the stand and joins her brother on the couch, curling up and resting her head on his right leg. The DVD begins to play, starting right off at the beginning, where commentators Charles Saggs and Ali Poling begin to hype up the show, in a subliminally annoying manner. Scaggs: IT’S TIME!!! IT’S WRESTLUTION 12!!! Poling: HOLY CRAP, WE MADE- She fast forwards through the introductions, stopping right in the middle of the match between Cheryl and Valkyrie, right before the DDT on the apron spot. Right after Valk grabs Cheryl for the maneuver, Ace pauses it, focusing on Valk’s exhausted expression. After some thought, she fast forwards to the match’s conclusion, where Valkyrie is devastated by Cheryl’s onslaught of insults and attacks. Seeing Valk’s broken body sends chills down Ace’s spine, reminding her of another competitor’s leg who met a similar fate. She takes a look at Bray’s left leg and goes deep in thought, deep enough for Bray to notice her staring. He flashes her an expression that seems to read “Is something wrong?” She shakes her head in denial, though Bray knows better. As the segment progresses, Ace seems fixated on Cheryl, her face becoming more twisted the longer she looks at her. Nonetheless, she fast forwards again, this time stopping during the confrontation between Bray and CJ. Bray (on-screen): Next season… my first match… I want you. After Bray walks off-screen, the siblings focuses on the comment he makes after he leaves. CJ: I can’t let that fool get in my head. As soon as the word “head” exits his mouth, Bray chucks a bottle of root beer against the wall behind the TV, shattering it. Ace taps him on the chest, as a sort of reassurance before handing him another bottle and continuing the DVD. She fast forwards again, resting on the triple threat tag match. They continue to observe, Ace’s irritation growing at the sight of her old finisher being used by Jackman. That aside, she fast forwards to the conclusion of the match, where Ricky grabs the belts for him and CJ. The crowd cheers, everyone excited at the outcome. Above her, Ace notices Bray’s breathing has become heavier and heavier. The look on his face says it all. His face is hidden in shadow, but his frown tells the entire story. Letting out a final breath, he reaches down to his bag and retrieves his phone. He begins to send a message, the receiver hidden from the viewer. Though, the message is managed to be shown. It reads: Bray: “Tired of waiting. Move match to Turmoil 205. Crush him then.” He drops his phone on the floor, where it lands next to a black headband. It wouldn’t be much of a big deal had the headband not had a sort of ominous, otherworldly feel to it, almost as if it’s calling to someone. Nonetheless, Bray reaches down and picks up said headband and wraps it around his left tricep. The show goes backstage, where Ricky and CJ are congratulating themselves on a job well done. Not to Ace’s surprise, Bray chucks another bottle of root beer, this time hitting the TV, but it miraculously doesn’t shatter the screen. She hands him another bottle and rapidly presses the fast forward button again. Bray grabs the remote from her and pauses it, this time landing on a still image of Austin Lee holding up the CCW Championship above his head. Seeing this, he drops the remote to the floor and takes a deep breath. Ace gets on her phone and goes to the OCW website, where she pulls up Cheryl’s bio. Bray does the same, though with CJ at first, then Austin. The two eventually put their phones away and stare at each other, almost as if they’re communicating through sight alone. Ace breaks the trance, reaching into her luggage again and pulling out a facemask and putting it on. Bray: Hypocrites… Ace extends her hand to Bray, which Bray takes and caresses. Bray forces a subtle grin on his face before the TV shorts out and turns off, engulfing the room in darkness.

Especially when the game glitches out your animation when you reverse and makes you waste it, leaving you wide open to another attack that either forces you to reverse again or get fucked.

I'm so proud of you.

Smh

Couldn't beat the king. Settle for the queen. Bring in the Queenslayer.

This is not Queen Madison. She would never type "lol"

Ace: Don't forget that I'm an attorney, b. I'll get your ass wherever you go. Courtroom, county jail, IDGAF

Ace: *Finally... vengeance is minnee biatch.* http://img.memecdn.com/im-gonna-fuck-you-up_o_1214923.jpg

Real shit, wanna thank Senpai for taking the time to talk to me. Surprised the hell outta me and I can't thank him enough for it. I like y'all bastards too much to stop now. Even if my skin color keeps changing over the years.

And Ace didn't make the card again. :(

Columbus, Mississippi October 5, 2017 2:00 P.M. Day 14: The work is endless, but the Greek and the Freak are putting in the work to better themselves after an abnormal 2016-2017 season. The siblings train hard to improve themselves, pushing their abilities to the limit in this familiar territory, in hopes to surpass their limitations and gain the edge over their future opponents. The last week: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAsfDk5kgaM Today, the two have traveled to the “Relentless Grappling and Mixed Martial Arts” facility within Columbus, no doubt wanting to add more moves to their… honestly sloppy repertoire. They enter the building and make their way to trainer’s office, who is surprised, yet pleased, to see them. He sticks his hand out to both of them, who return the gesture. Oliver: Braylin Horton an' Kelsie Wilson! Mm mm mm! Damn it’s good to see y’all! Bray: Likewise, Mr. Miller. Oliver: How’s that wrasslin shit going? Bray: Well… I’ll let her tell you. Ace: It’s going shitty. We need more training before the anniversary show if we’re gonna kick some ass again. Bray: I mean, it’s not that bad. Ace: It’s THAT bad, Ollie. And we need help. Fast. Oliver: Say no mo’. Come with me. The two are escorted to a nearby weight scale, where Bray is instructed to step on first. After a few seconds of waiting, the scale reads “255.3”. Ace: How the hell you gain 5 pounds already? Gotta lay off the sodas eh, Ali? Bray: Fuck off. Anyway, what’s up Miller? Am I good? Oliver: Well it depends. What’s your moveset like? Bray: My moveset?... Well it ranges from springboards to some wrestlin holds and a bit of punchin here and there- SMACK! From Oliver of all people. Bray: ……… Might I ask what was that for? Oliver: What da hell you doin’ springboards for, boy!? You know yo leg is fucked up from high school! Fuck you doin’ that jumpy shit fo’!? Bray: I mean,... I never got doing hurt doin-. Oliver: And ain’t you too damn big to be doin’ that shit!? Damn boy… Ace: Tried to tell him, Ollie. Bray begins to get agitated and steps down from the scale. Bray: Well, if “Make fun of Bray” day is over… He takes a moment to look at the Discord app on his phone before quickly glancing at the camera and turning back to Oliver. Bray: This is why I came here. Just wrestling, or “brawling” as I called it, ain’t gonna cut it anymore. I need some new shit. New ideas, new moves, new… just new shit. Muy Thai. Jiu-Jitsu. I’m willing to learn everything and do anything it takes if it improves me. If it improves us. Oliver contemplates this for a moment, taking a quick inspection of Bray’s current body condition, and then Ace’s. Oliver: How often do you eat, son? Bray: Not as much as I should. Oliver: [claps his hands together] That’s settled then. We’re gonna need you to bulk up a bit. Prolly to about… 265? That good for you? Bray: I mean, I don’t wanna get smaller. Oliver: Music to my ears. Plus we gotta get rid of all this damn flab. You outta shape, boy. Gotta get you back in business. Bray: But,... how the hell am I gonna gain 10 pounds before the anniversary show? Oliver: Didn’t you just gain 5 pounds within the span of not even a month? Bray: Yeah, but- Oliver: SETTLED! Grab ya shit, we’re starting in 5!... And by the way, if you want, you might wanna let some of your hair grow out a little. Might make you a bit more menacing as a competitor. Lord knows some of dem mothafuckas y’all got there are scarier than our president’s run in office. Like that fella… uh, what’s his name? Big Ed? Or was he the Butcher? Ace: Hmph. Oliver: That mu fucka huge. All that fuckin’ hair growin out of his ass and shit. And then y’all got fuckin’ other big ass black dudes like that Tobin Frost and that Boddy fella. Bray: "Bobby." Oliver: I don't type this shit. Though I do like them dudes. See if you can bring em in one day. And who the fuck else y’all got? Oliver’s voice continues to fade away as he exits the room into the training area. Ace: Wait a minute. He never weighed me. Bray: Heh. Go on up then. I got you. Ace takes her step on the scale, which eventually flashes with a “132.3”. Bray: [chuckling a little] Damn you small. Come on. We got work to do. Ace: [under her breath] Wonder how much Sophia weighs. Bray: Oh for God's... Thought you were past that weird shit. Ace: Well forgive me for being curious, asswhipe! Matter of fact, you know what!? Bray: Fade to black right now! SMACK!...... The camera fades to black.