Backstage Pre Mayhem

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The backstage area was quiet pre Mayhem.  Stars alike had just begun to enter the arena and prepare for their upcoming matches, but one individual, fresh off his recent EHWF signing, had gotten to the arena early to take it all in.  That man, that intellectual prodigy was none other then "The Brilliant One" Brad Valley.  Bard stood propped against a corridor wall watching the crew members scurry to get the arena prepared.  With each passing worker, he let out a back handed smear of their hard working name.

"He is too fat.  He is too small.  He looks like he could never hold a conversation.  I am more brilliant then that lass."

And so on and so on.  Finally as the halls had died down Brad's attention is drawn to a superstar he has not yet to meet.

TBC by anyone

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The steel double-door leading out toe the parking garage swings outward as the new EHWF Showtime Champion, Silver Kazama walks casually through the doorway and into the arena. His gym bag is hanging loosely ay his side, the strap draped across his chest and shoulder. On his free shoulder rests the EHWF's newest Prize...the Showtime Championship. As he walks past some of the old faces he hears a not-so-nice remark uttering across the corridor. He's past the person now...his back is to him, but there's only one person near enough to have said something so quietly and yet audibly.

"Would you care to run that by me one...more...time?"

The Champion doesn't turn around. He barely acknowledges the statement, only to dare a repeat offense. His grip on the Showtime Championship tightens slightly...marginally. The two men stand in the corridor, backs to each other as the double door slams shut.

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Without missing a beat from the last breath that the Showtime Champion took, The Brilliant one rebutted with a remark so witty and cunning that it almost left himself speechless.

"I am a Yale Law School graduate.  I know I didn't stutter you half bread incest product of what I can only imagine you are trying to act like a man.

Brad was sure that got under the champions skin.  He didn't need to see Silvers face, just watch his posture speak for itself.

"I wasn't talking to you Dragon breath so why don't you scurry along now and let me go back to people watching.  These people, like you, need some class around here and intellectual stimulants.  From now on, you don't speak to me unless spoken to.  Got it, champ?"

His remarks were cold and snarky.  All the meantime he never did see Silvers expression or thoughts on the matter.

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A brief flash of a smirk spread across the Champion's face as the insolent whelp of a newcomer spewed his self-signified trap.

'Apparently in Yale there is no difference in bread, bred, and breed. Shame, that'

Slowly he turns around and finds himself face to face with someone unrecognizable. That's when his resolve breaks. Laughter. Loud and sarcastic laughter echoes from the lips of the Showtime Champion. His gym bag slips from his shoulder and slides easily to the concrete floor as he doubles over in chuckles.

"Oh...oh excuse me. I'm sorry, I thought you were someone that actually mattered around here."

The humor dies on his lips as he straightens himself and takes a step closer to the self-proclaimed intellectual one.

"Let's get something out of the way right now. I'll speak to anyone I damn well want, especially if they're running their mouths with insults like a thirteen year old...pubescent little bitch."

Silver chuckles once again at the taken aback look on the newcomer's face.

"I find Dragon Breath to be highly offensive! I didn't mention how I thought you look like someone touched you as a child, now did I? That would be rude! So, let's get something straight. You want to people watch? Fine. You want to talk that mad shit? That's fine too. I settle things like a man and in that ring. You got the balls? Or you just another poor bastard who's all talk and no bite? Think about that while you earn your keep in this place, Mr. Intellectual."

On that final note the Showtime Champion walks off, leaving a properly chastised New Recruit left to his own thoughts.

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Brad is certainly thinking about what the Showtime had to say as the champion walked away without letting "The Brilliant One" a chance to respond.  After Silver was out of sight Brad chuckled to himself just in pure astonishment.

"Scared little bitch that Silver is.  Didn't even wait for my response.  Shame, now I will need to kick his ass all over the ring.  Thats right Silver, if you want to challenge me and then think I will be too scared to back up my words with my fists then you have another thing coming."

Stepping back from the wall now Brad rubs his chin.

"But I am guessing that the champion is actually the scared one to put his newly won Showtime championship on the line?  He may be the one after all that talks the big talk but can't back up his own words.  I will be seeing Silver around, that I am sure."

Brad walks off still looking over his shoulder from where Silver went.