Post by Asher "Hired Gun" Bradley on May 29, 2016 13:48:25 GMT -6
(Not Part of RP: Sorry I could not color code, I was unable to do so because I have to run literally right when I post this. The first part of "Building Upon Ashes" will help with the character development section. I hope you all enjoy!)
The click of the tape recorder echoes.
“It was a dark and rainy night. My father told me nothing during that day, he got home from work and immediately ran to his best friend…the whisky bottle. It is blurry but from what I remember from the night was him coming home and grabbing his alcohol before digging his fat ass into his brown leather recliner. He turned on the television and began to watch some bull shit show about nature and animals. I remember hearing the narrator echo throughout our hollow household as I continued to sit in my room and sulk as I always did.
I never understood why that son of a bitch enjoyed watching the nature channel so god damn much, it never made sense to me. He would watch his fishing stations, his discovery shows, and survival series. One thing I do remember was walking from my room to the living room, I specifically remember the sound of my feet creaking on the old wooden floor board of that hell hole. Little did I know that this moment would be the last time that I ever heard the sound of my feet running upon that wood.”
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A bird’s eye view of a dark Chicago street. There are no homes around but instead just large apartment complexes. They all are the same build and style, an example of how dull the neighborhood is. There is only a few street lights down the block to shine upon the horribly cracked concrete sidewalks.
Asher Bradley is seen walking down the street with his clothing of choice, a dark pair of blue jeans and black leather jacket. He continues to walk down the street, passing the multiple grouping of complexes, until he finds a specific complex and stops in front of it. Asher has a newspaper rolled up in the palm of his hand. It is rolled tight and concealed with a pink rubber band almost as if he is going to use it as a fly swatter.
“This is the address but of course this was not the place that I lived. Friendly Living Complex? What the fuck does that even mean? This place should be named large concrete piece of shit.” speaks Asher as he walks up closer to the entrance of the complex. “This place use to be my own personal hell, but now it sits as someone else’s. I barely remember that last night that I was here, before everybody decided to take actions into their own hands.” Continues Asher as he continues to talk to himself in front of the complex.
“I vaguely remember speaking to my father, it was something about school. I think maybe around math class or something. I won some award or something in my fifth grade class for best multiplication, but did he give a shit? Nah he ignored me like I was nothing but a ghost to him. To him, I was never there. I was a burden to him. He would only start a conversation with me if I initiated it. I believe that he hated me because I reminded him of one awful time in his life and that is that I reminded him of my mother.
I was nothing but a reminder of one of his mistakes. I was a mistake. He did not plan on having a child in his life ever but one mistake lead to another. Some people will give me sympathy for the life that I was given. Hell even some of them will do the opposite and think that I need to just forget about my past and move on from this memory. Well I don’t expect any sympathy from anyone and I don’t give a shit if anything thinks otherwise, this is for me…and nobody else…”
“Can I help you?” says a random stranger from inside of the complex.
Asher looks up to the second level to see the sight of a woman leaning outside of her window to talk to Asher. Asher gets a confused look on his face before summoning a small smirk. Asher takes a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak, “No miss I am just here to visit an old friend is all. You see we grew up together, and some may say we died together”. “Well I am sorry to hear that, but it is late and it is not safe to walk around town this time of night,” responds the woman. “I understand miss, and I appreciate your worry for my safety but I believe I can handle myself,” replies Asher as a cheap smirk crawls upon his face once again.
Asher begins to walk away but is stopped by the sound of the woman’s voice. “You said you were from here right? I grew up here too but you don’t look familiar,” asks the woman as Asher continues to walk away from the complex. Asher pauses for a second before looking back up at the woman before speaking, “No miss I did not go up here, just an old friend of mine, but unfortunately he didn’t make it out of this shit hole of a town.”
Asher continues to walk down the street. The view of the woman and the complex dissipates into thin air and quickly becomes darkness.
“I remember leaving the house around four o’clock. My father had just bought me a new basketball to play with so of course I went out to play with it. Basketball was one of my outlets when I was a child, even when I just played by myself. I walked to the basketball courts expecting to be bullied because of the new basketball but I was not expecting what would happen after that. I remember running from Sammy Hare, one of my primary bullies.
Finally after reaching the alley way near my house I remember deciding to stop and stand my ground finally. Of course I had no chance but maybe if I stood my ground someone would help me or even give me a hand and I could maybe get some backup for next time. Of course those cowards did nothing but watch me get my ass beat. Some of them even laughed at my pain, but no matter what happened it would have not effected what was next to come…the event that ultimately changed my life forever, but was it for better or worst?”
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The sight of a wooden door is seen as the camera view is zoomed in on the grains of the wood. Slowly the camera raises to show the room number “323” on a golden plate with the number engraved into the door. Muffling is heard from behind the camera. “Come one man just open the door,” is heard from behind the camera. “It’s locked to dumb fuck,” is heard as a reply from another voice from behind the camera.
“Well knock then! You have to talk to him eventually, he isn’t that fucking scary,” responds the first voice. Slowly you see an arm crawl into the view of the camera. The knuckles reach the wooden door as it slowly knocks upon the door. First softly and then gradually getting louder and louder. “Mr. Bradley? Can you come out? I need to ask you a few questions,” says the man as the camera slowly moves towards the source of the questions.
The man is dressed in a blue polo with the letters UCI on his chest. It is a young man with slick black hair and his facial expressions shows a small amount of fear. The constant sound of chewing continues to play upon the audio as he is loudly chewing a piece of gum. “Get rid of the god damn gun Tyler!” yells the man behind the camera. The interviewer named Tyler quickly makes a loud gulp as his gum crawls down his throat.
The door finally opens up slowly but the sight of a woman in heels and a black dress is not expected by the interviewer. He slowly stares at the woman’s ass as she leaves the room, but she turns back towards the door and begins to yell, “It’s just two gay faggots out here, put the god damn gun away!”. The door slowly opens up more and the sight of Asher putting his Glock back into his pants is seen as he stands there with only pants around his waist.
“Gay faggots? I take offense to that!” replies Tyler as he looks at the girl in disgust. “Shut up faggot,” replies Asher as he focuses his attention toward Tyler. “Now what the fuck are you two doing here?” asks Bradley as he slowly walks over to his hotel bed as the lights of Las Vegas can be seen shining through the glass windows.
“Well Mr. Bradley my name is Tyler Gold and I was curious if I could get an interview from you about your Television Championship this Sunday at Overload. I would really appreciate it if you could answer some of my questions,” asks Tyler Gold as he stands stiff in the doorway. “Now why would you want to go and talk to me Mr. Gold, why don’t you go and talk to the World Tourney contenders still?” asks Asher as he grabs his black shirt and places it over his head sliding it around his neck.
Tyler looks at the camera man before back at Asher. “Well Mr. Bradley we were…um…assigned to come talk to you,” continues Tyler as he pleads for an interview. “Tyler the Interviewer eh? Is that what you wanna call yourself? Sounds familiar but what the fuck, since I now have nothing or no one to entertain me for the rest of the night then why not,” replies Asher. Asher finishes sliding the shirt on as he adjusts it around his waist before sitting on his bed, “Go ahead and shoot Tyler.”
Quickly Tyler becomes relaxed and begins to walk towards Asher to sit on the bed beside him. “Woah big boy, pull up a chair across from me. The bed is only going to be used by me for the rest of the night,” said by Asher as he signals Tyler away. Tyler grabs a chair from the table in Asher’s suite as he positions himself in the chair comfortably.
“So Asher how do you feel after losing last week at Overload? It appeared that you allowed Kyle Cameron to get the victory after he paid you off during the match. Is this true?” asks Tyler as the cameraman points the camera from Tyler towards Asher.
Asher smirks before he responds, “Well I think that you all saw what happened, the camera was on. There is nothing else that I have to say about it. Everything that you saw is on tape and I think that you can go back and answer your own question.” Tyler gets a confused look on his face before he pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and begins to look over it before continuing.
“There have been rumors that you will do anything for a paycheck, what…” asks Tyler before he is interrupted by Asher. “Now are you only going to be asking me questions about the past? If so then you can just get the fuck out of my room,” responds Asher as he interrupts the two men. “Actually you have already ruined my night and now your just pissing me off so why don’t you just write in your little column that soon everything that I have done and why will soon be answered,” continues Asher as he gets up from his bed. “Now get the fuck out of my hotel room,” says Asher as he walks towards the door and signals them out.
The camera turns towards the floor as the cameraman heads towards the door. Tyler gets up and walks out of the door before the cameraman does, but Asher grabs the arm of the camera man. “Hey, leave the camera,” says Asher towards the cameraman. “What?” asks the cameraman as Asher decides to just take the camera from him. “See you boys Sunday!” says Asher as the boys walk out of the room and Asher closes the door behind him.
“You see it is quite humorous to me to hear all of my opponents talk about me like I am nothing but a little boy. I don’t think that people take things quite as seriously as they use to back in the day. People think that I am nothing but a man that loves wearing black like superhero, Batman to be specific or the Punisher. It is quite humorous that people always push me to the side, and they do nothing but make jokes about me so far. Wentworth, you make me laugh the most because you are a great example of what I was preaching about last week. You have done nothing but rode on the back of your father’s coat tails your entire life.
Wealth is where you family comes from so why don’t you just go back home and work for mommy and daddy? It would be much safer for you and your little Yale bitch knee won’t need any more repairing surgeries. You make jokes at me because of the way I dress? Categorizing me as emo and such? It’s really clever Wentworth, real good jokes. That’s all you really are isn’t it Wentworth? A jokester? The thing is that you see me as a joke but in reality you are exactly like me Wentworth.
We both lost our first match in the World Championship Tourney last week and most importantly we both have had expectations put upon us in the past. See you are nothing better than me Wentworth, the only way that you are bigger than me is your stature and your bank account. You are not the bigger man, nor are you better than me because of your education or history in wrestling. In that ring everyone has a fair chance to come out on top. You see, you talk about me blowing another big shot like I did last week well why don’t you look in the mirror fuck-boy and tell me what you see? Cause I see nothing but a rich hypocrite that is going to get his ass kicked for the second week in a row.”
Asher clears his throat for a second before taking a breath.
“Alex you are the other type of person that I love to hear from, and that is ignorant. Just because you have heard a small summary of my story you immediately think that you have known me for the rest of my life. I don’t think that you understand what you are up against when that bell rings. As much as you think that you know exactly what I am about, the truth is that you don’t. Mr. Richards I honestly don’t give a fuck where you came from nor what hardships you have had in the past you see Alex when we all enter that ring it doesn’t matter whose dick has been in whose ass.
People like you are nothing but attention whores that always brings everything back around towards them. You see, you talk about how you are not going to give me any sympathy because of my past, but it sounds more like you are the one looking for the sympathy. If you truly don’t give a shit about a person’s past then why bring your own up? Then once you talk about how you hate me because of my past and how you want to hurt me as much as you possibly can, you talk about how sorry you feel for me?
Alex you need to make up your mind whether you feel sorry for me or that I am nothing but a worth-less piece of shit because honestly I am confused how you feel after listening to you and your ignorant “Guardians” talk for too damn long. You guys really are quite funny, but you wanna know was is really fucking funny? You talk big when you’re around your friends, speaking about how you’re going to hurt me as much as you possibly can at Overload? Well what are you going to do when you get in that ring and you look around and your “Guardians” are nowhere in sight? You see Alex it seems that we both have had a tough past but the thing is that I do not have to rely upon my friends to fight my battles and talk my trash.”
Asher turns and looks around the hotel room.
“I am by myself with no one around me, and that is exactly how it is going to be at Overload. Your “Guardians” are not going to be there to save your ass, fight your battles, or even talk your trash once that bell rings. You talk about how you have never scared someone with something other than your own presence but you bring a black bag with you to the ring that could possibly contain any weapons of your choice? Your funny Alex! Almost as funny as it will be when your big ass is laying on the mat and I, the little guy will be standing above you like David slayed Goliath. But I have something more powerful than a small sling in my hands!”
Asher puts down the camera on the floor as the sight of his feet is seen.
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The young Asher gets up walking back to his home after he is beat up. Fire trucks are flying past the beat up Asher as he limps towards home. Asher turns a corner and looks down the street. The camera zooms in on his face as fear is seen in his eyes. He then begins to run down the street still limping with every step.
