Title: Hello World
Featuring: Bronson Box
Date: Right after murderstomping Cancer Jiles
Location: Backstage

 

DISCLAIMER: Read Defiance TV 34 Before Reading The Following RP
 
 
[We’re backstage at the BankAtlantic Center in Sunrise Florida. The general hustle and bustle of a wrestling show in progress is drowned out by an absolutely thunderous cacophony of sound from out in the arena. A chorus of every reaction possible from furious anger to pure elation. Each one can be picked out from the raucous crowd.]
 
Voice from off camera:
Hello, lads.
 
[As the camera slowly pans across the hallway we see slide into frame a huge square chest crowned by a dapper if not slightly disheveled handlebar mustache. With spatters of Cancer Jiles blood still fresh on his skin we lay eyes directly on the former Defiance World champion.]
 
You know who:
Bronson by God Box. Live and in person on ESEN.
 
[It’s obviously mere moments after the conclusion of Defiance TV 34 where Bronson and his new business partner “The Socialite” Edward White left the self professed King of Cool laying out cold in a pool of his own bodily fluids. A union from the pits of hell formed before our very eyes live on ESEN mere moments ago.]
 
Bronson Box:
Out there with the crowd in an uproar with Cancer Jiles’ blood squishing between my fingers as I tossed him around by his pretty blond curls it dawned on me. What better time than right now to address the viewers of ESEN on the eve of this giant supercard where the egg man and myself are to do battle for you, the ESEN audience and represent Defiance Wrestling...
 
[Bronson balls his fist and examines Jiles’ sticky dried blood still on his knuckles.]
 
Bronson Box:
Which is a load of bollocks. Ye’ see ladies and gents... Jeff Andrews is a wee coward. He GAVE himself the Defiance World title and has since ducked every competitor worth settin’ boots to. Myself and the man whose blood currently stains my fists, Cancer Jiles. So what does Jeff do? Instead of the champion of MY company chompin’ at the bit to step in that ring and fight like a bloody MAN... he hides.
 
[The disgust and contempt drips from every letter of the word.] 
 
Bronson Box:
He takes the two top men in “his” company and throws them in a match together. Not unduly so, mind you. It’s not as though Mister Jiles and myself haven’t had our differences. Not on screen... and I’m not talkin’ about bloody Twitter either. Cancer Jiles is a tacky stain on the wrestling company I helped build. From the second I met the man I hated him from a place deep deep down in the blackest recesses of my soul. Jeff knew that. So he when he was told to send a championship caliber match... he chose us.
 
[Snarling from behind his trademark facial accoutrement.]
 
Bronson Box:
Jeff Andrews was even to piss scared to get into the ring with the man I just turned to mush with my new friends out there. Now ‘aint that the cutest thing you ever heard? This match in a few weeks? Not gunna’ end up any different that tonight. Cancer Jiles... boy, I hope you’ve come around from yer’ little nap by the time this airs, lad. I really hope so because I want you to listen.
 
[Box holds out his hands, palms up.]
 
Bronson Box:
There’s no bravado here, boy’o. I’m bein’ as sincere as I possibly can be. I’ve worked harder and caused more chaos for this company than you’ve had long nights swilling booze and womanizing anything with a TWAT and a mouth. You’ve wasted what modicum of pure talent you were born with on swill and useless material CRAP. You spent nearly a year spending Edward White’s precious time and money and for what... what did you help him achieve? Other than a giant hole where either his hard earned money or a BLOODY CHAMPIONSHIP BELT WOULD BE YOU SELFISH PONCE!
 
[Bronson’s jaw quivers with the rush of leftover adrenaline.]
 
Bronson Box:
This company means everything to me, Jiles. And if through Jeff Andrews’ pathetic fearful laziness I get to make her shine on the biggest stage she’s ever set foot? I get to introduce our fine red lady to the world wide ESEN viewing audience and baptise her in your BLOOD?!
 
So be it.
 
And God help you, lad.
 
[Box looks straight into the camera.]
 
Bronson Box:
For those of you that might not know me. My name is Bronson Box. I was the first face these fans ever saw in a DEFIANCE wrestling ring. And they know deep down in their hearts that one bloody way or another I’ll be the last. I have that power. I have that sway. At one point I nearly brought this entire promotion down around our ears with my bare hands and by God they all know I could do it again in an instant.
 
[Sneer.]
 
Bronson Box:
Jeff Andrews. [snort]
 
What can Jeff Andrews do that a focused and motivated Eric Dane couldn't do? Dane slipped up and Jeff Andrews ends up runnin’ the bloody place. Like Dane won’t eventually come back in some big hooplah match against someone the DEFIANCE faithful could give a rats ass about and take back his bloody throne just like he did the last damned time. The best Andrews has done thus far is award himself a toy belt and ducked anyone with the motivation to truly test his so called skills as a professional wrestler and take the damn thing from him.
 
[Box opens and closes his fists, again feeling the stickiness of the freshly dried blood.]
 
Bronson Box:
He’s ducked me. He’s ducked Cancer Jiles. He’s ducked Edward White. The only two bloody people that sot has seen fit to challenge is an old legend so past his prime and having suffered so many concussions he’s actually mistaken Tom Sawyer and his pack of short bus rejects as the second coming of Team bloody Danger... oh, and that fat man titted sow Eugene Dewey what wrestles in a button down dress shirt he bought at bloody Wal-Mart.
 
Well, Jeffery. You sure have proven yourself quite the champion. Paper? What paper? You’re right... you’re impressive, lad. The world bows at your feet. You’ve surely beaten the best.
 
[Breathing a deep sigh.]
 
Bronson Box:
But that’s fine. The management of this bloody promotion has always had a story they wanted to tell. From Dane to Goldman to Cito to Jeffery the ones pulling the strings always have their little plans, don’t they? I’ve never been one for plans. I usually go with my gut... sadly my gut tends to land me in hot water, thusly I sought out a man who not only has a wealth of knowledge but a man who carries himself with class and dignity. My friend, Edward White.
 
[Shaking his head at the camera with a half smile.]
 
Bronson Box:
But don’t fret Cancer. I have Edward’s word he won’t dare interfere in our match. In Cowboy Stadium in front of thousands of screaming fans, millions around the world watching on pay per view you will experience pain, son. I have no doubt you’ll spend the remainder of our time between now and then flappin’ your gums and do your best to convince these fine people you have a snowman’s chance in the fiery halls of Satan’s curesed kingdom of even coming CLOSE to beating me on such an important stage to me personally.
 
[Pause. The intensity in Bronson’s eyes telling a story for the camera.]
 
Bronson Box:
Go on. Tell the good people how cool you are, lad. Talk about yer’ bloody sunglasses.
 
Tell 'em about yer' eggs, boy'o.
 
 
 
Tell ‘em how you’re going to beat Bronson Box.
 
[Fade.]
 
 
 
Bronson Box: [voice over]
Tell ‘em.
 
 
[Amen.]
 

 



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