Bray

http://memegenerator.net/img/instances/30402784/just-take-the-compliment.jpg And what you got against weaboos?

I love you.

Breaking my ribs last time wasn't enough, ya fat fuck!?!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Re_rPGEkUo *Forgive me for showwinn tribute, Dingy. Unless you want me to Paranoia you again.*

http://harpolesteel.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/columbus-ymca-1-504px.jpg Columbus, Mississippi September 28, 2017 1:30 A.M. Day 1: While in preparation for the upcoming arrival of Season 13, the lovable… okay “likable” asshole from Mississippi, with a camera crew, arrives at the Frank P. Phillips YMCA in the dusks of night. He was lucky his hometown cred enabled him unlimited access to this space, otherwise he’d be forced to pay an abysmal amount at some lower tier gym. He closes and locks the door behind him, eventually making his way to the exercise room, filled with the usual weight training knick nacks. He drops his bags next to the ring steps, but right after he does this, he hears a sound in the distance. The sound of someone training, more than likely another youngin struggling with the ropes. He makes his way to the weight room and observes a young lady struggling with the 40 lbs, notable by her clutching her heavily taped left shoulder. Bray: Hey miss. You need help? She stops clutching her shoulder and turns to face Bray, who is immediately met with a slap in the face. Bray: What the FUCK!? Who the fuck are you- Woman: Why didn’t you return my calls!? He stops clutching his cheek and takes a good look at the woman, his entire face brightening upon realization. Bray: Kels!? ...W-w-wha… how d-did you- Ace: [puts a hand to Bray’s face] Long story short: I had a minor stinger. Not too bad but I might need to take it easy with taking hits to the neck. Y’ know? Basic bullshit. Bray: Kels… I’m sorry. I fought Dennis again. I did my best but… FUCK. Bray clocks himself in the head a few times until Ace grabs his hand and slaps him again with it. Ace: The fuck are you apologizing for!? You beat the hell outta him! Sure, your cage climbing skills need work, but still, you stopped him from getting the Turmoil title.... For a little bit. Bray: Yea, a little. But it wasn’t enough. Ace: Okay hol’ up hol’ up HOL’ UP…. who the fuck are you? Bray: What you mean? I’m your damn brot- SMACK! Hand meets face once again. Ace: No no no, I mean WHAT the hell is this!? Fuck you kissin my ass for!? ...N***a you got soft. Bray: I was worried sick about you! Ace: Mmhmm. I’m sure while you were walking around backstage handling bounty hunters, which I admit was kinda cool, you were thinking about me the whole time. Bray: I mean… I was. I couldn’t bear the thought of you being hurt, or worse… Ace: …… SMACK! Bray: WOULD YOU STOP FUCKING SLAPPING ME!? Ace: Yeah… I miss that. Bray: Miss what!? Ace: The ANGER! The “not-give-a-fuck” Bray. Not this crazy, paint-wearing sissy. Bray: …. Did you just call me a sissy? Ace: Yea. I did. Whatcha gonna do about it!? Bray: … You're lucky you're my sister. Ace: What're you gonna do!? Bray: I’m gonna train my ass off and I’m gonna have a hell of a year. Ace: Nahh b… She puts a hand hand on her brother’s shoulder. Ace: You and I are gonna train our asses off and WE’RE gonna have a hell of a year! You know why? Bray: Indulge me. Ace: Because there’s an influx of rookies right now who’d love to take your place. Bray: I’LL FUCKING KILL THEM. Ace: That’s the spirit! Let’s hit it… Ace: Oh, and by the way… Bray: What’s up- SMACK! Ace: Don’t ignore my phone calls again. She returns her attention to the dumbbells. Bray: … What the hell just happened? Some of the camera crew begin chuckling before Bray glares at them menacingly, resorting in the camera man shutting off the feed.

I kinda dig that actually.... I CALL DIBS

I always say my character is myself now turned up to 11, and grumpy as hell... and far less patient than I am.

Sometime after September 2 Remember has gone off the air, a lone Bray is shown in a nearby bar. Judging by his face, he hasn’t ordered anything aside from a cup of water. He has his face on the counter, unintentionally tasting the slowly collapsing wood. The bartender glances at the clock and makes his way over to Bray. Bartender: It’s almost closing time, buddy. Bray says nothing, instead twirling around his small glass of water on the counter, occasionally spilling a drop or two on the counter. Bray: Ya know, days like this I wish I drank… The bartender looks on, confused. Bray: I thought I finally had it right. I thought I finally found the right place for me. I thought I was gonna start this incredible roll. I beat Basil. I beat Ding. I thought I was set. He manages to crack a smile before morphing it to a saddened frown. Bray: But I got it wrong again. He grabs hold of his water and sips it down, slamming the glass on the counter once he’s finished. Bray: Why am I even here? W-w-w-.... [sighs] dammit. Bartender: You, uh, okay there, buddy? Bray: I’m good. Just my stuttering. It pops up every now and then. Go figure it would now… [looks at the bartender] You’re an OCW fan right? Bartender: OC…..Dubya? The hell’s that? Bray: N-n….never mind then. Bray: ...I thought the gears were finally set in motion. [faintly chuckles] But it’s not working... He brings his fist down on the counter, startling the bartender. Bray: It’s not F***ING working. Bray: I went out there to avenge my sister, to end the tyranny of Turmoil. I went out there to prove to myself that I’m a mainstay on this roster!... And I failed. Bray buries his face in his hands. Bray: I failed… again. I’m a f***ing failure. A single tear manages its way out of Bray’s right eye but he quickly wipes it away. Bartender: Do you, uh, want one on the house? Bray: Why the h-hell would I want that? I don’t drink. Bartender: Well, if you don’t, like I said it’s clos- Bray: One more word and no FUCKING doctor alive will be able to fix what I do to you. Get it!? Got it!? Good. Now beat it. The bartender acknowledges this and scrams, leaving Bray to his own pity. He glances at the various amounts of beers and boozes behind the counter, anxiously awaiting him. He briefly extends his arm to reach for one, but suddenly retracts it, slapping himself in the face. Bray: Not the answer, not the answer… He buries his head in his arms again. Bray: I can’t keep doing this… I can’t. I can’t keep reinventing myself only to be met with failure and ridicule. He takes out his wallet from his pocket and snags a picture from the left pocket. The picture shows two young kiddos, smiling at the camera whilst covered in what seems to be sand, slowly bringing back the light in his face. Bray: I’m sorry sis…. I failed you. He crumples up the picture and throws it behind the counter, letting it drop behind some used bottles while he gets up from his seat and slowly exits the bar. Unbeknownst to him, the bartender picks up the crumpled picture and puts it in a small position between two bottles of water on the shelf behind him.

In all seriousness,... "Angry Greek" ain't gonna cut it anymore. So if there's anyone who loves to spot gimmicks on people..... ..... HELP.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPLMTgkEz-A Oh, like it's MY fault that there's SHIT body paint options in the game. :(

:( Also to the cucks who thought I was going for a Balor thing when it wasn't my intention, and to Pugh. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Re_rPGEkUo

Foist

We should go old school and go "With TV time remaining". If that's an option in match creator in 2K18.

Guess I should thank you. I mean, after all, I have renewed... interest in you and your boyfriend again. And this time, I'm not sparing anyone. Especially not you after Riot. So, ...tHaNk YoU. :)

And now you've motivated me to commit a murder! As if I wasn't BrOkEn enough.

Well... I'm going to jail.

She actually kept him and named him Dennis, but she gave him away.

From my sister to the Bleks (with love): http://68.media.tumblr.com/4a1ffb627b8c203dab471ca0a37f0289/tumblr_mhx7z8ehoe1s5w9a4o1_500.gif

10/10 for that beginning song. Future breakthrough artist in the making.

First --i--

Blame this FUCKING computer!

http://cdn.meme.am/cache/instances/folder441/58564441.jpg

Who cares about the match length!? I just won my first main event!! http://media.giphy.com/media/ld28D1eniDy5W/giphy.gif

BTW Orphanage, you're both wrong...

First.... to go back to sleep and watch this another time. X(