Almost two years ago, BRADDOCK was still deciding whether he wanted to commit to wrestling, after some quick success in an outlaw mudshow deathmatch “company.” One thing that hasn’t changed is his love of alcohol. At the time, he was living with his best friend and drinking buddy, “Kinsey.” (It was his last name but that’s what he went by.) After rent was paid, a majority of their spending money went on alcohol.
Now, it was almost two years ago and the duo had been drinking since they woke up that morning, some ten hours earlier. They started drinking twenty-two ounce, tall-boys of “Hurricane.” It is a malt liquor with a higher percentage of alcohol than most. They bought twenty-four cans that morning, as soon as the local mini-mart opened for business at six that morning.
It was now going on seven in the evening and, with all of the tall-boys drank, they had moved on to a bottle of Jameson that BRADDOCK had put away to “save for later.” When they were intoxicated off of just beer, they were goofy, annoying, and occasionally got a little carried away rough housing and broke a lamp, a table, or one time, a wall. But when they consumed hard alcohol, the duo were like Gremlins who were fed after midnight and then hatched.
Kinsey was built anything like BRADDOCK. Kinsey stands six feet, one inch and weighs about a buck-eighty. He thin but wirey and deceptively strong. He was the Ying to BRADDOCK’s Yang. BRADDOCK’s brother, Tyler, refuses to be around them, especially when he’s been drinking. And this evening, in particular, was a prime example of why.
See, they were shithouse hammered and had suckered a friend of theirs into giving them a ride to the grocery store to buy supplies for dinner. That friend, Josh, had the same first name as Kinsey, something which Kinsey brought up, incessantly, when really intoxicated. And poor Josh got roped into sticking around for a Bar-B-Q. Josh was gifted to job of being the DJ on their stereo.
While Kinsey tended to the steaks and chicken on the grill, BRADDOCK was sitting on the couch, scraping out the bowl of his cheap, glass pipe with a pairing knife. Josh has just finished setting up a playlist on the laptop which was connected to their stereo system. That’s when Kinsey came in the house and socked BRADDOCK in the jaw on the left side of his face with a stiff right jab.
Kinsey burst out in laughter while Josh took a seat on an opposing couch, eyeing the two cautiously. He has seen their “horsing around" turn into all out brawling when they were this intoxicated. BRADDOCK tossed the pipe and knife onto the coffee table and shot to his feet like a puppet popping out of a “Jack in the Box.” Kinsey squatted slightly and turned so that his left side faced his buddy. Both men had their fists up, in a classic fighting stance, looking ready to brawl. Kinsey is taller and has a longer reach while BRADDOCK is built like a brick shithouse. In an attempt to try and prevent the inevitable, Josh stands up as well and gets in between them, his right hand on Kinsey's chest and his left hand on BRADDOCK’s chest.
Josh:”C'mon, guys! Don’t do this shit again. I swear to God I will leave if you start fighting!” he doesn’t normally yell at them but this was as close to yelling as he has ever gotten.
Both BRADDOCK and Kinsey explode in braying laughter and both men drag Josh into a group hug.
Kinsey”Bro! We are just playing! Besides, you ain’t a man unless you’ve been in a fight! Right, Brad?” he grins like a dope.
BRADDOCK grins the same dopey grin and nods in agreement. That’s when Josh made a stunning admission.
”I’ve never hit anyone before. I mean, I’ve never even been in a fight before…” his voice, barely a whisper, trails off to nothing.
BRADDOCK and Kinsey stare at their friend as if he revealed he was secretly a Grey in a human suit.
”You’ve never been in a fight, ever?” he asks, almost in awe.
”What about punchin some fool? You must have hit someone at somepoint in your life!” he says in disbelief. But Josh sheepishly shakes his head no.
”No! Why would I? I have always tried to avoid fights.” he says with a shrug.
”You ain’t a man if you ain’t never punched nobody! Braddy has punch lots of fools! Me, I have punch a grip of fools!” his eyes find the knife on the coffee table and his scoops it up, causing Josh's eyes to widen in concern. ”So, lemme guess, you never stabbed noone neither?” he holds the knife at eye level for the three of them.
Josh is standing between the two drunken, dangerous “friends" and is now roped into whatever-the-fuck these drunken assholes are doing.
”N-no. Why w-would I?” he stumbles over a couple words and his voice trembles with scared nervousness.
”I’ve stabbed someone. And I have also been stabbed. Braddy, you’ve stabbed someone before, right?” he asks and BRADDOCK nods in affirmation. ”And I have both been stabbed and stabbed an asshole or three who deserved it. C'mon, Josh, stab me! You don’t have to go deep…just stab me! You’ll be a man and will actually be able to fuck your wife so good she ain’t lookin elsewhere for dick!”
Josh's jaw tightens and flexes and his hands have clenched into fists. He takes in a deep, slow breath before exhaling it slowly as well. Calmly, he says ”I’m not stabbing anybody. And don’t talk about my wife. I fuckin mean it, Kinsey…” and he wasn’t. You could hear it in his voice.
”C'mon! Don’t be a bitch! Braddy'll do it!” he says while handing the knife to Josh, who pushes Kinsey’s hand away. Josh, in turn, offers it to BRADDOCK. Josh is stuck watching this drunken proof of manhood play out. Kinsey pulls his shirt up and offers his right flank. Before Josh can open his mouth to protest this idea, BRADDOCK’s right hand whips forward and it almost looks like he missed.
Until the spurt of blood launched from the three inch gash just above the waistline of his jeans. Josh's eyes nearly pop out of his skull at the sight of the geyser of blood but neither Josh nor BRADDOCK appear concerned in the slightest.
”Fuck dude…” he manages to mutter while pulling off his t-shirt. He wads the white Nike shirt up and presses it to the wound and Kinsey holds it in place.
”Don’t worry about it, bro, I-m fine…” but judging by the growing red bloom on the t-shirt, he wasn't in fact, fine. Kinsey resisted going to the emergency room for about twenty minutes but after nearly passing out, he relented. The large amount of alcohol has thinned their blood and he is leaking like a sieve.
Josh drove them to the hospital and he watched in horror as BRADDOCK scooped his injured friend up and carried him inside. Nurses scrambled from behind the counter, one with a wheelchair, insistent on helping. They wheel him to the back leaving BRADDOCK and Josh in the waiting area where about a half a dozen other people are waiting.
Most eyes are on BRADDOCK due to being hammered and covered in blood. He looks like a horror movie survivor. ”Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up, man. Jesus Christ!” he whispers. But BRADDOCK listened to him. It was about an hour later, while BRADDOCK has nodded off, nurses have contacted the police for a possible assault. Kinsey had repeated to the nurses the story of how he got stabbed. While he thought it was hilarious the doctor and nurses didn’t.
The two officers approach the empty counter and while they are delayed, Josh routes his buddy and, thankfully, he woke up without causing a drunken scene. Josh quickly hustles his buddy out if the emergency rooms waiting area and out the main doors. He gets BRADDOCK into his car and convinces him to wait there.
Josh returned inside and the two officers were waiting, and wondering, where his tattooed friend disappeared to. But Josh didn’t give him up. He did, however, find out just how bad the stab wound was. BRADDOCK clipped Kinsey’s right kidney and when all was said and done, he also require a pint of blood to make up for what he lost.
Josh knew his friend had lost a lot of blood. He had bled through that t-shirt pretty quick and then an extra large beach towel was applied. Shortly after switching to the beach towel they left for the emergency room and he had nearly bled through it on the twelve minute drive. The drunken stabbing took surgery to fix his kidney and twelve stitches to close the wound.
The police were able to track down Kinsey even though he gave the name “Donnie Burger" to the register nurse in the emergency room. Due to the description and their familiarity with him due to run-ins with the law and the fact he was a bouncer at a couple local bars. Threats of charges ranging from assault with a deadly weapon to attempted murder were thrown out there by the police but nothing ever happened.
Now days, BRADDOCK and Kinsey aren’t allowed to communicate, let alone talk. Several months after the stabbing incident, Kinsey met young lady and began dating her. She quickly grew tired of their insanity and put a stop to one, or both, ending up in the hospital again. Occasionally they will bump into each other at a grocery store or while getting gas and exchange quick pleasantries but, since the stabbing, things have been different.
Monday, Oct 2nd…
Monday morning, BRADDOCK stepped of a plane in Los Angeles and hurried one of the many hospitals. On the way, he stopped at a “head” shop and purchased a water filtration device (aka bong) as well as a dozen roses from a roadside vendor. He quietly entered the hospital room of “The Suicide Blonde,” Arley Kirk.
The night before, Arley had been attacked backstage at the One Wrestle show she was working. The assault was brutal and left her in the hospital. When BRADDOCK arrived, he was escorted to her room and notified that she needed her rest. The staff gave him dirty looks and shook their heads while others snickered at the “vase.”
He stood at her bedside for about fifteen minutes before leaving the room. It was when he stepped on the elevator that a kid recognized him. (Not like he is hard to miss.) THE boy was with his mother and explained that his little brother had cancer and was in the kids ward. Much like the Grinch, the kid got through to his cold heart and convinced the tattooed dreadnought to come say hi.
He entered the ward and spent time with each of the kids. There was over twenty of them but he spent a few minutes with each one. It was a small boy, sick with some God awful disease, who took his hand and led him to a room lined with couches and cluttered with toys. The boy led them to a bright purple and neon green rug and they both plopped down. Other kids started to filter in and sit down to watch a horrific cartoon know as “Peppa Pig.”
He laid back and used a oversized stuffed turtle as a pillow and promptly dozed off. All the travel and matches caught up to him and get dozed off. Forty minutes later, his Upstart House coach woke him with a gentle nudge with the toe of his boot. All the kids had left the room and the television was off. BRADDOCK checked on Arley once more before leaving to the airport, bound for Singapore.
Friday, October 6th…..
We fade in in BRADDOCK, sitting pool side at the Upstart Mansion, with a Pabst tall-boy in hand. Despite the sun, he is wearing a black hoodie with the word “Dirtbag" written across the chest in Old English font. He also is wearing a pair of black board shorts with a weathered skull above the left knee. Rather than his black framed reading glasses, he has on a pair of black Spy brand sunglasses. He smirks before speaking.
”In a few days, in Reno, I face a man who is self-proclaimed, ’unbreakable.’” he makes air quotes with his fingers. ”I accept your challenge, sir. Hell, even Bruce Willis had a flaw in ‘Unbreakable’ and ‘Glass’ and you sure as Hell ain’t anywhere near as badass as Bruce. He has forgotten more than you will ever know…”[/color) he said with a chuckle.
”I haven’t seen much of you but, to be fair, I haven’t been payin much attention to anything not directly involving me. “ he says with a shrug. ”From what I do understand, you are the product of a family of wrestlers and out to make a name for himself.” he says before looking over his shoulder. The camera follows his eye and pans across the huge Mansion in the hills of Los Angeles. It continues panning to the left, showing the pool with several young ladies lounging poolside, basking in the sun.
The camera ultimately stops on BRADDOCK who is smiling, showing off the missing front teeth that kids sing about wanting around Christmas time. ”You won’t be making your name off of my back. I myself might be new to the business as well but I won’t be your stepping stone. The Fall of Hate has begun and you are in its path.
Your talent was given to you in your DNA. Your family has a number of successful wrestlers… even a World Champion. My family….? I couldn’t tell ya. But what I lack in God given talent and training, I make up for it with my strength, rage, and ability to take a beating. You grew up learning the ins-and-outs of the business while I grew up learnin how to survive. At Climax Control, you will learn a little somethin about survival, yourself.”
BRADDOCK picks up his tallboy and stands up. As the scene fades out, he has turned his back on the camera and is watching the sun set. Just before its completely black, BRADDOCK tips his head back and guzzles his beer.
