Post by Allen Anderson on Jul 27, 2019 2:38:05 GMT -5
OOC: Takes place early in the morning 4 days after Alpha Showdown
(Allen was at a local Wrestling school trying practicing his back and face bumps on to the ring. There were men and women training as well doing push ups, lifting weights or practicing wrestling holds. Allen slowly gets up after doing a back bump and leans on the top rope, his grey Nike hoodie is soaking wet while his white Reboks were staring to get ruined. Allen's thoughts are dominated by the embarrassing loss he suffered Monday. Since that loss, Allen had trouble sleeping often going to the gym at 4 o clock in the morning to try to forget about the loss though it still haunted him. Allen reached for his Iphone that was in located under the bottom turnbuckle and checked his twitter. Only to see more spam by Zombie and Boudilcious.)
Allen (annoyed but amused): These motherfuckers are in love with me.
(Allen tosses the Iphone off the ring and began to run off the ropes still doing his best to forget about the Smith Jones rollup. The thought of Allen being two pinfalls of becoming a number one contender continued to torture him. Part of Allen did wonder about the old Referee whom he beat up in the aftermath but Allen dismissed it as he was responsible for his loss..... right?)
Brandon Richardson: Wait you're Allen Anderson!
(Allen stopped bouncing off the ropes and turned to see a trainee enter the ring with him.)
Allen: I'm him, what's up?
Brandon Richardson: saw you at Alpha Showdown on Sunday. Amazing Pay Per View! Much better than what the WWE shits out weekly. I might be inclined say it was better than AEW!
Allen: Okay? What do you want?
Richardson: I'm Brandon Richardson! And I want to tell you what a joke you were last night! I mean what the hell did you do in that match! A bunch of flippy shit and you got rolled up by Smith Jones while you weren't looking?! Talk about pathetic! You call yourself an All-American?! My Grandpa can put up a more entertaining match than you and he's in a wheelchair suffering from Dementia!
(Allen didn't say anything but his facial expression suggests that he wanted rip Brandon's spine and force feed it to him.)
Richardson: I mean that was some Shockmaster level of terrible debut my dude! Dave Metzler singled you out saying that out of the wrestlers in the Showdown match you were the worst performer! Brian and Vinny took the piss out of you! I mean Botchamania is dedicating a montage to you Allen! You're a joke!
(Allen remains silent)
Richardson: I want to be the next guy who embarrasses you in this ring! I want to make a name for myself and it seems that you're jobber material!
(Brandon Richardson gets in a wrestling stance.)
Richardson: Come on you stupid fucker show me wha-
(In a split second, Allen hits Brandon with the Game Winner. Blood comes gushing out from his mouth followed by 8 teeth Brandon lands on the top of his head and then on his stomach moaning in pain. Allen walks towards Brandon standing over him.)
Allen: Don't bother getting up.
(Allen steps over Brandon Richardson's back before retrieving his Iphone and exiting the ring. Brandon holds his back along with his bloodied mouth while his eight teeth lay scattered all over the ring.)
(Allen was at a local Wrestling school trying practicing his back and face bumps on to the ring. There were men and women training as well doing push ups, lifting weights or practicing wrestling holds. Allen slowly gets up after doing a back bump and leans on the top rope, his grey Nike hoodie is soaking wet while his white Reboks were staring to get ruined. Allen's thoughts are dominated by the embarrassing loss he suffered Monday. Since that loss, Allen had trouble sleeping often going to the gym at 4 o clock in the morning to try to forget about the loss though it still haunted him. Allen reached for his Iphone that was in located under the bottom turnbuckle and checked his twitter. Only to see more spam by Zombie and Boudilcious.)
Allen (annoyed but amused): These motherfuckers are in love with me.
(Allen tosses the Iphone off the ring and began to run off the ropes still doing his best to forget about the Smith Jones rollup. The thought of Allen being two pinfalls of becoming a number one contender continued to torture him. Part of Allen did wonder about the old Referee whom he beat up in the aftermath but Allen dismissed it as he was responsible for his loss..... right?)
Brandon Richardson: Wait you're Allen Anderson!
(Allen stopped bouncing off the ropes and turned to see a trainee enter the ring with him.)
Allen: I'm him, what's up?
Brandon Richardson: saw you at Alpha Showdown on Sunday. Amazing Pay Per View! Much better than what the WWE shits out weekly. I might be inclined say it was better than AEW!
Allen: Okay? What do you want?
Richardson: I'm Brandon Richardson! And I want to tell you what a joke you were last night! I mean what the hell did you do in that match! A bunch of flippy shit and you got rolled up by Smith Jones while you weren't looking?! Talk about pathetic! You call yourself an All-American?! My Grandpa can put up a more entertaining match than you and he's in a wheelchair suffering from Dementia!
(Allen didn't say anything but his facial expression suggests that he wanted rip Brandon's spine and force feed it to him.)
Richardson: I mean that was some Shockmaster level of terrible debut my dude! Dave Metzler singled you out saying that out of the wrestlers in the Showdown match you were the worst performer! Brian and Vinny took the piss out of you! I mean Botchamania is dedicating a montage to you Allen! You're a joke!
(Allen remains silent)
Richardson: I want to be the next guy who embarrasses you in this ring! I want to make a name for myself and it seems that you're jobber material!
(Brandon Richardson gets in a wrestling stance.)
Richardson: Come on you stupid fucker show me wha-
(In a split second, Allen hits Brandon with the Game Winner. Blood comes gushing out from his mouth followed by 8 teeth Brandon lands on the top of his head and then on his stomach moaning in pain. Allen walks towards Brandon standing over him.)
Allen: Don't bother getting up.
(Allen steps over Brandon Richardson's back before retrieving his Iphone and exiting the ring. Brandon holds his back along with his bloodied mouth while his eight teeth lay scattered all over the ring.)
