Path of Destruction
Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 6:04 pm
OOC: Thanks to Sam for writing this one with me. Enjoy!
At 6’8” and 385 pounds, Braun Strowman towered over most people. Perhaps this was why most of the people backstage at the Frank Erwin Center cut him a wide berth as they passed him in the hallway. One man, however, did not. Either Matt Striker didn’t have a choice in the matter, or he was just really keen to get the first interview with the EBWF’s newest superstar. Either way, Striker couldn’t stop himself from gulping as he approached the Monster Among Men.
Matt Striker: Excuse me, Braun?
Strowman glared at Striker, then grabbed him by the throat. Jimmy Havoc emerged into shot with a shit eating grin.
Jimmy Havoc: Come on now. Don’t want to be wasting your energy on a pathetic has-been like Matt Striker now do ya?
Strowman shrugged and released Striker.
Braun Strowman: Puny announcer.
Strowman watched Havoc, as if awaiting further instruction. Havoc turned his attention to Striker.
Jimmy Havoc: Braun Strowman has one gear, go. So tell me Matt, why would you sneak up on a man who wants nothing but to destroy anything that breathes in his general vicinity? Do you need reminding of what Braun did last week?
Striker looked sheepish.
Matt Striker: I wanted to ask him a few questions about his match with JTG tonight…
Jimmy smiled wide.
Jimmy Havoc: What about JTG? Why is he even still here? JTG will literally end up as a footnote for Braun Strowman’s debut match. He will end up on the bottom of Braun’s big fucking boot. Need anything else?
Matt Striker: You certainly seem confident that Braun will be victorious against JTG. But maybe I’d still like to talk to Braun. With all due respect, Jimmy, I don’t think he needs a mouthpiece.
Strowman grabbed Striker by the lapels of his jacket and slammed him against the wall. He spoke to Striker slowly, growling each word that came out of his mouth.
Braun Strowman: I need no mouthpiece. I need no words. All I need is my hands and an opponent. If JTG is my opponent, he will be destroyed.
Jimmy Havoc: I am not Braun’s mouthpiece, I’m not his manager. I’m not his right hand man. Me and Braun have a mutual agreement, to raise hell and destroy everything we need too. Okay?
Strowman released Striker, and Striker cried out as he landed on the ground.
Braun Strowman: My path of destruction begins tonight.
Jimmy Havoc: You look like you’ve pissed yourself.
Jimmy slowly looked down and his smile turned into laughter.
Jimmy Havoc: Hang on! You actually have! Fuck me mate, you are tragic. Come on Braun, I don’t want to smell like piss to be honest.
Strowman looked down at Striker, an evil grin forming on his face.
Braun Strowman: Pathetic.
As Strowman and Havoc walked away, Striker’s pants remained off camera, leaving it a mystery as to whether or not he really did “have an accident” after his encounter with Braun Strowman.
At 6’8” and 385 pounds, Braun Strowman towered over most people. Perhaps this was why most of the people backstage at the Frank Erwin Center cut him a wide berth as they passed him in the hallway. One man, however, did not. Either Matt Striker didn’t have a choice in the matter, or he was just really keen to get the first interview with the EBWF’s newest superstar. Either way, Striker couldn’t stop himself from gulping as he approached the Monster Among Men.
Matt Striker: Excuse me, Braun?
Strowman glared at Striker, then grabbed him by the throat. Jimmy Havoc emerged into shot with a shit eating grin.
Jimmy Havoc: Come on now. Don’t want to be wasting your energy on a pathetic has-been like Matt Striker now do ya?
Strowman shrugged and released Striker.
Braun Strowman: Puny announcer.
Strowman watched Havoc, as if awaiting further instruction. Havoc turned his attention to Striker.
Jimmy Havoc: Braun Strowman has one gear, go. So tell me Matt, why would you sneak up on a man who wants nothing but to destroy anything that breathes in his general vicinity? Do you need reminding of what Braun did last week?
Striker looked sheepish.
Matt Striker: I wanted to ask him a few questions about his match with JTG tonight…
Jimmy smiled wide.
Jimmy Havoc: What about JTG? Why is he even still here? JTG will literally end up as a footnote for Braun Strowman’s debut match. He will end up on the bottom of Braun’s big fucking boot. Need anything else?
Matt Striker: You certainly seem confident that Braun will be victorious against JTG. But maybe I’d still like to talk to Braun. With all due respect, Jimmy, I don’t think he needs a mouthpiece.
Strowman grabbed Striker by the lapels of his jacket and slammed him against the wall. He spoke to Striker slowly, growling each word that came out of his mouth.
Braun Strowman: I need no mouthpiece. I need no words. All I need is my hands and an opponent. If JTG is my opponent, he will be destroyed.
Jimmy Havoc: I am not Braun’s mouthpiece, I’m not his manager. I’m not his right hand man. Me and Braun have a mutual agreement, to raise hell and destroy everything we need too. Okay?
Strowman released Striker, and Striker cried out as he landed on the ground.
Braun Strowman: My path of destruction begins tonight.
Jimmy Havoc: You look like you’ve pissed yourself.
Jimmy slowly looked down and his smile turned into laughter.
Jimmy Havoc: Hang on! You actually have! Fuck me mate, you are tragic. Come on Braun, I don’t want to smell like piss to be honest.
Strowman looked down at Striker, an evil grin forming on his face.
Braun Strowman: Pathetic.
As Strowman and Havoc walked away, Striker’s pants remained off camera, leaving it a mystery as to whether or not he really did “have an accident” after his encounter with Braun Strowman.