Post by kidnotorious on Oct 7, 2011 23:56:16 GMT -5
[See Brandon.]
Brandon: Tum te tum tum tum. Bork Bork Bork.
[See Brandon unpack things, getting things ready for another fun time with EUW.]
Brandon: Hum de tum bork de bork.
[See Brandon set his IPod on the nightstand and turn it on. He turns back to continue unpacking things when "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls begins to play. Brandon quirks an eyebrow at the song before a faint smile crosses his face. See Brandon daydream.]
[Just the thought of her name made him grin like a goof, which he was currently doing, a feat that only one other woman, his first love, could do.]
[It wasn't a total sexual thing either, like most people would assume, he thought to himself as he sat down on the bed, humming the song to himself. You know, if it ever came to that, he'd jump at it eheh, but almost more than anything he just enjoyed being in her company, period.]
Brandon: Huhm...
[He sighs, smiling and staring at a picture on his phone of her standing outside of a shop in Rome, smiling brightly and holding a number of bags that he took for his caller id. He frowned momentarily as he accidentally hit a button that took him to a different picture.]
[He shuts the phone, placing it on the nightstand before laying back on the bed, shaking his head and sighing.]
Brandon: Gah. C'mon man, don't do this...
Brandon: Stupid Italian for Dummies book.
[He chuckled to himself, at least a little.]
[He shook his head again, trying to fight out of this short little funk, before hopping up off the bed, finishing putting his stuff away.]
[Once he has everything put away, he glances around the room for a long moment, before checking the time.]
[His phone beeped and he looked at it, saw the text message and smiled again before pulling off his shirt and heading for the bathroom to take a quick shower. The shot fading out as he closes the door.]
[We open up a little while later, outside of a somewhat fancy restaurant, Brandon is off to the side, leaning against a wall with one foot on the wall, wearing tan khaki pants and a white polo shirt with black stripes going vertically all around the shirt and watching people walk by into the restaurant proper. He checks around the side, looking for someone before looking back at the camera.]
Brandon: So last show... That was pretty epic, right? I mean here I am, little ol nobody, flying "fucking" monkey, and I not only held my own against our supposed "super-hero..."
I pinned his punk ass to the MAT!
And that... that makes me all kinds of giddy.
[He grins, waving at a couple of old folks staring at the crazy man grinning into a camera, chuckling as they scurry off after being noticed.]
Brandon: And that... that makes me all kinds of giddy. All the nonsense the so-called good guy superhero spewed about me, the cheap shot at Natalie, how little I meant to him, and yet here I am, after the bigger and to me, far more important match, the victor standing tall is ME, not Roman.
But enough about Roman. I told him the next time he wouldn't be so lucky, and I proved that, so that's all that needs to be said.
[He nods, with a bit of a smirk.]
Brandon: There is something else from last week I want to address though. Isamu Suzuki outta f'n nowhere! Although it sure didn't seem the like the Isamu I saw in his promo, hrm...
[Brandon ponders this thought for a moment, his finger tapping against his chin.]
Brandon: Of course. CLONES!
[Everyone around him turns and stares at him as he shouts this out. He stops, staring back at them.]
Brandon: ...Hey look, Oprah!
[Most people turn and look. The Young Gun takes the opportunity to disappear to the other side of the wall.]
Brandon: Annnnyways, Isamu, I'm not sure what Clone-Isamu's problem is, but you should really get that checked out. The first question should probably be why you have a clone in the first place, but I think you know that already.
[He thinks about that sentence for a moment, then shrugs.]
Brandon: At any rate, Clone-Isamu or whatever got you into a bit of a pickle, Isamu-san. Because, well, I kinda like the idea of goin for that Hardcore title. I really, really do. Most people, they'd sit here and bitch and moan at havin to go after a 'lesser' title insteada bein' handed a World title opportunity, but me? I'm just happy to be included.
As I'm sure you are, because no matter how it happened, we're both now in place to get ourselves a title shot, me after bein' here for a month or so, you after only bein' here what? A show? Two? That's a pretty impressive feat.
[He nods.]
Brandon: But here's where it comes to the bad part, Isamu. I have no doubt that you could win this match. None whatsoever. You're rough around the edges but you're talented. I should know all about that. I was like that, some would stay I'm still like that.
The thing is... I don't think you want this bad enough. I don't think your heart's into this as much as you'd want, and that's gonna cost ya, well, everything, buddy, because my heart is all in! ...For a number of reasons, but mainly because I'd like to see myself continue to carry on this momentum I suddenly gained outta nowhere and keep movin on up, to the east sid- er, the Hardcore Title. I'm not really a 'hardcore' guy, but hey, I can make it work.
I can make it work.
Brandon: We'll go out there, we'll rock this place, give em a high flying opus the likes of which this place hasn't seen in some time. But at the end of the night, there can only be one winner and I'm sorry, but that's gonna haveta be me, Isamu.
No hard feelings, you'll hit your stride eventually. My stride, she is now though.
[He peeks around the corner again.]
Brandon: Speaking of 'she's' and 'now. Gotta go.
See ya in the ring, guy! May the best Young Gun win.
[He grins, before bolting off to the front of the restaurant.]
[Fade.]
Brandon: Tum te tum tum tum. Bork Bork Bork.
[See Brandon unpack things, getting things ready for another fun time with EUW.]
Brandon: Hum de tum bork de bork.
[See Brandon set his IPod on the nightstand and turn it on. He turns back to continue unpacking things when "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls begins to play. Brandon quirks an eyebrow at the song before a faint smile crosses his face. See Brandon daydream.]
Various scenes start to flash by of Brandon doing things. Walking around Moscow, studying up with a "Russian for Dummies" book in a taxi cab, saying the wrong thing to a couple of people at a restaurant and almost getting his ass handed to him yet somehow able to difuse the situation before things got too bad...
It isn't long before his daydream is joined by someone else. Someone who'd been occupying his thoughts a lot lately. Someone who'd managed to get under his skin like only one person ever had before...
Natalie Burrows.
#And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow#
It isn't long before his daydream is joined by someone else. Someone who'd been occupying his thoughts a lot lately. Someone who'd managed to get under his skin like only one person ever had before...
Natalie Burrows.
#And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow#
[Just the thought of her name made him grin like a goof, which he was currently doing, a feat that only one other woman, his first love, could do.]
#You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now#
The flashes begin to change to include Natalie, first the taxi ride in Moscow, her frightened shout before involuntarily throwing her arms around his body, holding him tight. He didn't know what to make of the situation but he did what he felt was right, holding her just as tight, trying to sooth her, calm her down. An action that, unusual for the Young Gun, actually works out as planned. The small smile she gives him as she finally pulls away, calming down enough to return to her own seat... He barely knew her at that point, but that was the moment, he eventually realized, that he found he liked making her happy.
And I don't want to go home right now#
The flashes begin to change to include Natalie, first the taxi ride in Moscow, her frightened shout before involuntarily throwing her arms around his body, holding him tight. He didn't know what to make of the situation but he did what he felt was right, holding her just as tight, trying to sooth her, calm her down. An action that, unusual for the Young Gun, actually works out as planned. The small smile she gives him as she finally pulls away, calming down enough to return to her own seat... He barely knew her at that point, but that was the moment, he eventually realized, that he found he liked making her happy.
[It wasn't a total sexual thing either, like most people would assume, he thought to himself as he sat down on the bed, humming the song to himself. You know, if it ever came to that, he'd jump at it eheh, but almost more than anything he just enjoyed being in her company, period.]
#And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life#
Another moment, a chance encounter at the airport on the way home from Moscow. Fate seemed to want to toy with his emotions that night, with the random assortment of very non-random songs playing over the PA. It was like someone was blatantly telling him to do or say something in regards to how he was feeling, but given that even he wasn't sure of just what he was feeling that was a losing proposition. As it was he wasn't even sure himself until one brief glance at her along with the random song playing caused it all to finally click together. He was lovestruck.
And all I can breathe is your life#
Another moment, a chance encounter at the airport on the way home from Moscow. Fate seemed to want to toy with his emotions that night, with the random assortment of very non-random songs playing over the PA. It was like someone was blatantly telling him to do or say something in regards to how he was feeling, but given that even he wasn't sure of just what he was feeling that was a losing proposition. As it was he wasn't even sure himself until one brief glance at her along with the random song playing caused it all to finally click together. He was lovestruck.
Brandon: Huhm...
[He sighs, smiling and staring at a picture on his phone of her standing outside of a shop in Rome, smiling brightly and holding a number of bags that he took for his caller id. He frowned momentarily as he accidentally hit a button that took him to a different picture.]
#'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight#
Time seems to slow down as a flash of his first love, his best friend's sister Kaycee, and the time they spent together rolls by, followed by the night they broke up, Kaycee's words still haunting him to this day, another way of saying "it's not you, it's me." Would the same thing end up happening with Natalie?
I just don't want to miss you tonight#
Time seems to slow down as a flash of his first love, his best friend's sister Kaycee, and the time they spent together rolls by, followed by the night they broke up, Kaycee's words still haunting him to this day, another way of saying "it's not you, it's me." Would the same thing end up happening with Natalie?
[He shuts the phone, placing it on the nightstand before laying back on the bed, shaking his head and sighing.]
#And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand#
Surely she had every right to feel that way, to reject him. He was an asshole, or at least that's how the rest of the world saw him. True, he was quick to anger and he didn't hide his own thoughts or feeling.. Well, most of them anyways. But deep down he knew he was a good person, and though he'd done his best to show her that, he could see why someone wouldn't want to be with him.
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand#
Surely she had every right to feel that way, to reject him. He was an asshole, or at least that's how the rest of the world saw him. True, he was quick to anger and he didn't hide his own thoughts or feeling.. Well, most of them anyways. But deep down he knew he was a good person, and though he'd done his best to show her that, he could see why someone wouldn't want to be with him.
Brandon: Gah. C'mon man, don't do this...
#When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am#
He thought back to their time in Rome. Walking around the city, riding the gondola, staring down at the city lights from that little hill they'd discovered by accident. Eating at that one restaurant, he'd learned just enough Italian to speak to the waiter and order their drinks, partly to impress her, partly just to see if he could. And he was a perfect gentleman, so unlike the 'image' of him that everyone else saw. Well except that one point when he'd accidentally called the chef a dirty word and almost started a riot. That wasn't so much fun.
I just want you to know who I am#
He thought back to their time in Rome. Walking around the city, riding the gondola, staring down at the city lights from that little hill they'd discovered by accident. Eating at that one restaurant, he'd learned just enough Italian to speak to the waiter and order their drinks, partly to impress her, partly just to see if he could. And he was a perfect gentleman, so unlike the 'image' of him that everyone else saw. Well except that one point when he'd accidentally called the chef a dirty word and almost started a riot. That wasn't so much fun.
Brandon: Stupid Italian for Dummies book.
[He chuckled to himself, at least a little.]
#And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies#
He flashed back to Roman Cripate's words. "You're nothing." "You're not important" "a flying fucking monkey." He'd heard a lot of that in the past, and he'd always just brushed it off, but if things took off between Natalie and him, would she end up feeling the same way? Certainly it seemed like Kaycee did.
No. That wasn't fair. Natalie wasn't Kaycee, it seemed like she didn't care about what other people thought and more of what her own feelings were. At least he hoped...
Or the moment of truth in your lies#
He flashed back to Roman Cripate's words. "You're nothing." "You're not important" "a flying fucking monkey." He'd heard a lot of that in the past, and he'd always just brushed it off, but if things took off between Natalie and him, would she end up feeling the same way? Certainly it seemed like Kaycee did.
No. That wasn't fair. Natalie wasn't Kaycee, it seemed like she didn't care about what other people thought and more of what her own feelings were. At least he hoped...
[He shook his head again, trying to fight out of this short little funk, before hopping up off the bed, finishing putting his stuff away.]
#When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive#
Hanging out with her did feel like a movie, only he wasn't sure if it was one of those rom-coms where despite some initial hangups and shenigans the guy gets the girl in the end or one of those dramas where something happens and everything falls apart.
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive#
Hanging out with her did feel like a movie, only he wasn't sure if it was one of those rom-coms where despite some initial hangups and shenigans the guy gets the girl in the end or one of those dramas where something happens and everything falls apart.
[Once he has everything put away, he glances around the room for a long moment, before checking the time.]
#And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am#
Whatever the case, his every thought seemed to hang on her, and to him that seemed like a good thing. It meant moving on, moving forward instead of constantly looking back. He just wished he could tell her how he felt, or see if she even felt the same way. He wasn't normally so... shy... but this was different, special. She was special. And he'd need to go about things in just the right way.
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am#
Whatever the case, his every thought seemed to hang on her, and to him that seemed like a good thing. It meant moving on, moving forward instead of constantly looking back. He just wished he could tell her how he felt, or see if she even felt the same way. He wasn't normally so... shy... but this was different, special. She was special. And he'd need to go about things in just the right way.
[His phone beeped and he looked at it, saw the text message and smiled again before pulling off his shirt and heading for the bathroom to take a quick shower. The shot fading out as he closes the door.]
#I just want you to know who I am...#
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[We open up a little while later, outside of a somewhat fancy restaurant, Brandon is off to the side, leaning against a wall with one foot on the wall, wearing tan khaki pants and a white polo shirt with black stripes going vertically all around the shirt and watching people walk by into the restaurant proper. He checks around the side, looking for someone before looking back at the camera.]
Brandon: So last show... That was pretty epic, right? I mean here I am, little ol nobody, flying "fucking" monkey, and I not only held my own against our supposed "super-hero..."
I pinned his punk ass to the MAT!
And that... that makes me all kinds of giddy.
[He grins, waving at a couple of old folks staring at the crazy man grinning into a camera, chuckling as they scurry off after being noticed.]
Brandon: And that... that makes me all kinds of giddy. All the nonsense the so-called good guy superhero spewed about me, the cheap shot at Natalie, how little I meant to him, and yet here I am, after the bigger and to me, far more important match, the victor standing tall is ME, not Roman.
But enough about Roman. I told him the next time he wouldn't be so lucky, and I proved that, so that's all that needs to be said.
[He nods, with a bit of a smirk.]
Brandon: There is something else from last week I want to address though. Isamu Suzuki outta f'n nowhere! Although it sure didn't seem the like the Isamu I saw in his promo, hrm...
[Brandon ponders this thought for a moment, his finger tapping against his chin.]
Brandon: Of course. CLONES!
[Everyone around him turns and stares at him as he shouts this out. He stops, staring back at them.]
Brandon: ...Hey look, Oprah!
[Most people turn and look. The Young Gun takes the opportunity to disappear to the other side of the wall.]
Brandon: Annnnyways, Isamu, I'm not sure what Clone-Isamu's problem is, but you should really get that checked out. The first question should probably be why you have a clone in the first place, but I think you know that already.
[He thinks about that sentence for a moment, then shrugs.]
Brandon: At any rate, Clone-Isamu or whatever got you into a bit of a pickle, Isamu-san. Because, well, I kinda like the idea of goin for that Hardcore title. I really, really do. Most people, they'd sit here and bitch and moan at havin to go after a 'lesser' title insteada bein' handed a World title opportunity, but me? I'm just happy to be included.
As I'm sure you are, because no matter how it happened, we're both now in place to get ourselves a title shot, me after bein' here for a month or so, you after only bein' here what? A show? Two? That's a pretty impressive feat.
[He nods.]
Brandon: But here's where it comes to the bad part, Isamu. I have no doubt that you could win this match. None whatsoever. You're rough around the edges but you're talented. I should know all about that. I was like that, some would stay I'm still like that.
The thing is... I don't think you want this bad enough. I don't think your heart's into this as much as you'd want, and that's gonna cost ya, well, everything, buddy, because my heart is all in! ...For a number of reasons, but mainly because I'd like to see myself continue to carry on this momentum I suddenly gained outta nowhere and keep movin on up, to the east sid- er, the Hardcore Title. I'm not really a 'hardcore' guy, but hey, I can make it work.
I can make it work.
Brandon: We'll go out there, we'll rock this place, give em a high flying opus the likes of which this place hasn't seen in some time. But at the end of the night, there can only be one winner and I'm sorry, but that's gonna haveta be me, Isamu.
No hard feelings, you'll hit your stride eventually. My stride, she is now though.
[He peeks around the corner again.]
Brandon: Speaking of 'she's' and 'now. Gotta go.
See ya in the ring, guy! May the best Young Gun win.
[He grins, before bolting off to the front of the restaurant.]
[Fade.]