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April 15th,
2018
SCW Unflawed
Off Camera
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My name is
Mark O’Brian.
Yeah, you
heard me right; O’Brian. I am the older
brother of Sophie O’Brian. I’m usually
pegged as the brawn of Total War whereas my sister Sophie is the brains of the
operation. Not entirely true. I mean, I’m not an idiot. But I do let her make damn near all of the
decisions for the team. And it’s all
good with me. I’d follow Sophie to hell
and back. No matter what scheme she
cooked up in that pretty little head of hers, I’d still fight by her side. I’d throw my own life away to save Sophie, if
necessary. It’s just the way I’ve always
been. Sophie took the worst of the abuse
from our abusive drunken asshole of a father and someone had to protect
her. Growing up, that was me. I was the only one of the two of us brave
enough to stand up to the bastard.
When we were
old enough to go out on our own I was still the protector. She didn’t always want to admit it, but I
helped make sure she survived in those rough few years after leaving home,
while we trained to become professional wrestlers and make a career out of this
insanity. I never expected gratitude out
of Sophie. I never wanted any
gratitude. The only gratitude I expected
was the mere fact that I knew Sophie was always watching my back just as I
watched her back. That is who Sophie
is. I know her.
Or at least,
I thought I knew her.
I know I
should be focusing on my Emerge career.
I gotta face Brooklyn McDaniel and Dmitri Regas in my debut. Granted, shouldn’t be a problem. I can crush both of those clowns in my damn
sleep. But still, I want to
succeed. I don’t want to be some chump
loser. I want to take this Emerge shit
seriously. But I can’t focus on that
when I know my sister needs me and Sophie definitely needs me.
My sister
has been a wreck ever since she joined Supreme Championship Wrestling. She’s been stuck in a rut and can’t seem to
regain any control over her wrestling career.
Sophie has always been in control.
As long as I’ve known her she’s had a cool, calm, and collected head
about things. Now I see she’s taken to
the advice of this stranger I just heard about for the first time on social
media…
…a woman
named Quinn Murray.
Whatever the
hell this woman is up to, she’ll have to answer to me! I am not gonna let Sophie get hurt! So I’m pacing the backstage area like a
damned caged lion just outside of the women’s dressing room. I know Sophie is there, for her night has
just ended recently. I’m certain if
Quinn isn’t inside then she’s on her way and I’ll intercept the bitch.
“Ah, Mark O’Brian!” It’s a cheerful
voice and one that belongs to Quinn. I
turn around and find her approaching me with a sinister smirk on her face. “It’s nice to finally meet my pet’s sibling.”
“You’re that Quinn Murray bitch aren’t ya?!”
I exclaim angrily, steam clearly coming out from my ears.
“Correct…well, except for the part where I’m
a ‘bitch’…I take exception to that.”
“I saw what ya said about Sophie on that
twitter shit!” I shout, poking a finger at her chest. “You called her your toy, your weapon, YOUR SOPHIE!” I lean up
further into her face. “So yeah, you’re a
little bitch!”
“That’s where you’re incorrect. But I blame it on your emotions. You really are not as stupid as your sister
claims you are. You just let your
emotions cloud your judgment.”
“I think I judge you pretty damn well!” I
growl angrily. “You’re a bitch who is
trying to hurt Sophie and so help me God if you hurt her I will break you in
half!”
“Back up, big boy.” She gently but
firmly pushes me away from her. “You care
for your sister, I can tell, and that much is touching, but I assure you that
she is in no danger. I care for her as
well. I care deeply for all of my toys.”
“She’s not a damn toy!” I wrap my hand
around her throat. “And you’re going to
learn that, little girl, or I’ll crush your throat!”
Normally
this kinda reaction is enough to scare anyone.
But much to my surprise, Quinn seems unmoved by my threat.
“I’m not a wrestler. You hurt me, it’s assault. I could sue AND you would be in jail, and
that would be the end of your EMERGE career.
As much as Vanilla Skyy is willing to tell SCW officials to kiss her
ass, I doubt she would do the same thing to law enforcement.” She smirks
nastily, knowing that she has me over a barrel here. “You’d be fired, dear boy.”
As much as I
hate to admit it, she is right. I
release my grip.
“Thank you.
See? You are a smart boy, despite
what your sister may say about you. Now
take my advice, focus on Emerge. You are
facing two individuals in your debut. At
least, that’s what my toy tells me.”
“Yeah and I’ll take both of them apart piece
by damn piece!” I exclaim loudly and angrily. Much of the anger is from Quinn Murray. “You shouldn’t worry about me and my Emerge
career. I got that handled. But YOU should worry about how you treat
Sophie. If you do hurt her, then I aint
gonna give a damn about a bloody assault charge! I’ll just snap you like a damn twig,
consequences be damned!”
“Then you’d risk losing Sophie forever.”
“Is that some kind of threat?” I get up
in her face again.
“No threat,
it’s just the reality that you must deal with from here on, dear boy. Sophie O’Brian belongs to me. She jumps when I say jump, she sits when I
say sit, and she thoroughly enjoys being my toy. If she ever is forced to choose between you
and me, she’ll choose me each and every time.”
“Not a chance!” I exclaim. “Sophie and I have been through hell and
back together! We’ve always watched each
other’s back! She’d never choose you
over me, you crazy bitch!”
“Is that a risk you’re willing to take?”
We stare
into each other’s eyes. I don’t back
down, not for one second. I still want
to strangle the brasser but I hold back.
Finally she speaks again, with a hint of a snicker in her voice.
“Don’t test my power over your sister. If you keep your mouth shut and respect the
relationship your sister and I have, then you will get to maintain a
relationship with your sister, but it will be on my terms. But understand that I can prohibit her from
ever seeing you again and that will be the last you will ever see of her.”
“Is that so, little girl? How about I turn this around? How confident are you?”
“Very.
Your sister obeys me absolutely.
She’d put a bullet in her head if I told her to.” She smirks
knowingly. “Now think about that, dear
boy. And don’t let your silly emotions
cloud your judgment.”
I watch as
she turns and walks off. I just stand
there, dumbfounded, shocked to have heard what I did. A few moments later the women’s dressing room
door opens and Sophie emerges. She turns
me around and looks at me curiously.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Huh?
Oh, uh…not long…”
“Well get your stuff, your Neanderthal.”
She snaps at me. “We’re leaving.”
“Hey Sophie…”
She stops
and turns to face me. “Yes?”
“Uh…nothing, forget it…”
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On Camera
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My name is
Mark O’Brian. Yeah, I am the older brother
of SCW superstar Sophie O’Brian. You saw
me at ringside supporting my sister, now you get to see just what kind of
damage I can do in the ring on my own, and trust me boys and girls, I can do
the damage equivalent to a fucking F-5 Tornado!
Or maybe the more appropriate comparison would be the one my sister uses…
…you see, I’m
a Sherman Tank that’s gonna mow through the competition of the Emerge roster!
Surprised at
what ya got so far? Don’t be. You don’t get any fancy quotes or long drawn
out philosophical mumbo jumbo from me.
If you were expecting that, you got the wrong O’Brian. With me you just get brute force and raw
power. You get blunt force trauma. I go into the ring with a goal, I destroy
whoever or whatever I have to in order to achieve that goal, and then I leave.
Simple as
that.
Four times I’ve
been a world tag team champion. But I
have the potential to be so much more.
Hell, Skyy and Darko realize it, that’s why they made sure they signed
me to Emerge. They know that I bring
devastation and violence to the table, the
kind of devastation and violence that will raise their profit margins,
put asses in seats, and more importantly for me, bring championship gold to The
O’Brian household.
Some weak
pissants might bitch and moan about having to face TWO opponents in their debut. Fuck, I’m gonna piss and moan about the fact
that it’s ONLY two! I’d love to fight
the whole damn roster all at once in my debut and show you exactly what I can
do!
But hey, I’ll
be satisfied with just Brooklyn McDaniel and Dmitri Regas for the time being.
Brooklyn, it’s
clear you’re just a damned diva and nothing more. You won’t make it in Emerge and you damn sure
won’t make it in SCW. Someone like you
needs a mercy killing and that’s it. So you can thank me later when I execute
your career live on Emerge and put your career out of its misery before it
began.
Dmitri, heh,
you’re the only one who might give me a run for my money. Hell, we could have some fun in there busting
our skulls. But there’s only gonna be
one guy left standing and you’re looking at him, boy!
Mark O’Brian,
THE SHERMAN TANK OF TOTAL WAR!
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