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 Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 6:23 pm
#8 Bison Mbadi vs. #9 Brody Robinson
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 3:34 pm
'Where are the people that accu-se me?
The ones who beat me down and brui-se me?'As soon as the first verse of Fireflight's 'Unbreakable' hit the speaker system, the arena darkened, and a dull blue tint was added to the lights that remained. Brody Robinson walked onto the stage, partially obscured by the dimmed lights, and he took his place at the edge of the ramp. He raised his left fist into the air, holding the position as the song continued. "They hide just out of sight;
Can't fight me in the light.
They'll return, but I'll be stron-ger!"
'Gotta learn to dream again;
Take me where I've never been.
I wanna go there. This time I'm not scared!'As the song's volume began to rise, Brody quickly brought his hand down into a fist pump in tandem with the beginning of the chorus. A quick jet of white pyro burst from either corner of the stage, and the lights immediately switched back on while keeping the subtle blue from before. Brody stepped onto the ramp almost immediately after the pyro was set off, clearly enjoying the respectable amount of cheers he was getting from the crowd. He reached out with his right arm and moved closer to the fans on the ramp, hitting as many outstretched hands as he could without breaking his stride too much. "Now I am Unbreakable!
It's unmistakable!
Nothing can touch me; Nothing can stop me!''Introducing First...
From Zanesville Ohio, weighing in at 275 lbs., Brody Robinson!"Once he reached the end of the ramp, Brody seemingly ignored the ring entirely, continuing down the barricade and continuing to slap at any hand offered to him. As soon as he got to the stairs nearest the announcer's tables, he finally broke of from the side and turned towards the ring, climbing up the steps and through the ropes. Without hesitation, he ran towards the opposite corner and stepped up to the second rope. Lifting his left fist up once again, he held the pose for a moment before bringing his hands together and clapping along with the crowd. Giving the crowd a last second thumbs up, Brody stepped off the turnbuckle and looked towards the stage while backing himself away from the stage. He pulled at his gloves and stretched out his arms while he waited for his opponent to appear.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 7:45 pm
((Eyup.))
Visibly bored from the extended wait, Brody had taken to leaning back on the ropes, arms crossed over his chest in a clear display of annoyance. He had no idea how long this was going to take or even if Bison was in the building. At least Kross had the decency to actually show up for the match, even if he did spit in Brody's face. But as time ticked away while the match waited for Bison, it made Brody realize something; He might still be a big name to the fans, but he was back on square one in the locker room. Sure he had experience, but that didn't mean much to the guys who entered the business while he was away. He had to punch his way back up to the top, and he was thankfully already in the best place to do it.
The referee looked to Brody, before walking over to the ropes and discussing the situation with the ring crew. It was only a few moments before they decided to call the match, and Brody immediately separated himself from the ropes before turning himself towards the announcer's table and calling for a mic.
"Due to Bison Mbadi's failure to appear, we award Brody Robinson the victory and a spot in the next round of the King of the Canvas Tournament."
Brody winced as his name was called out by the announcer, and an exasperated look took over his face as the announcement started a few scattered cheers in the crowd. The second he was handed a mic, he spun around towards the center of the ring and waved his hand across his neck, trying to silence the crowd before the cheering got any louder.
"Now now, all of you should know better than that, calm down."
The arena complied with his request and fell into it's usual silence with a few scattered noises around the area. The look on Brody's face showed how disappointed he was with the current chain of events, but he did his best to cover it with his usual smile. Scratching at the back of his head, Brody simply shrugged as he brought the mic to his mouth once again.
"Well guys and gals, I don't know what to tell you. This is definitely not the way I wanted to do this. I'm not sure why that giant steroid advert we all know as the 'Alpha Male' didn't show up, but it actually gives me a good opportunity to reconnect with everyone, so I guess it works out in the end. So for those of you who missed my incredibly cheesy T-Shirt video and my self-executed announcement, my name is Brody Robinson."
Brody paused and lowered the mic a few inches as the parts of the crowd that remembered him, more or less half, gave him a loud confirmation that they hadn't forgotten him. The reaction caused his grin to extend back to it's pre-extended leave levels, and his face went from dissatisfied to proud and excited in seconds. Clearly, the situation was not as dire as he had expected.
"Well, that was just swell everybody. Thank you.
Now, as many of you know, I've been around the proverbial block a few times. Rubbed elbows with a few legends here and there. Won Titles, Lost Titles; The whole shebang. Sure, maybe I'm not as well known as say, Nuke Fusion...
The crowd immediately cut Brody off, breaking into an almost complete chorus of boos and jeers in response to his namedrop.
"Yeah, he is a bit of a d**k, isn't he? But while my name may not be displayed in lights like his might be, that doesn't mean I'm some rookie with delusions of grandeur. But when things go down like this? When someone flat out refuses to give me the time of day? That makes me feel like I'm back in ICW with a blank white T-Shirt on trying to scrape together a match because nobody wants to work with a guy greener than Gaea. And you know what? Maybe that's my fault. Keeping your head down is good when people start running around backstage with a baseball bat and a grudge, but when you're a silent and modest guy in an industry of bombastic personalities and Hindenburg-sized egos, you just fall into the backround like so much unnecessary chaff.
So you know what? I'm done with it. My days of quietly standing off to the side and waiting for something to come my way are through. The metaphorical gloves are off. The new leaf has been turned. And if I could think of another metaphor for a change in personality, I'd say it now. So I just have one more thing to mention to everyone else in the current tournament. I don't have a problem with any of you, and I wish you well in all of your match-ups. But don't have any illusions about winning it all. Because nothing is going to stop me from having my fist raised at the end of the line, and walking out of Wrestlemania as the King of the Canvas."
Brody's new found intensity was not lost on the fans, who reacted loudly and positively to his boast. He dropped his arm and let the praise sink in, letting him believe that his words weren't just meaningless arrogance. But time would be the ultimate deciding factor, and he hoped he wouldn't have to eat his words later. Turning back to the announcers table, Brody tossed his mic out to the ring team while his theme music kicked in over the sound system once again. Exiting the ring, Brody made his way to the ringside barricade before hopping the wall and making his way up the stairs and out of the arena, the crowd cheering for him the whole way up.
As soon as the doors to the back closed behind him, the show cut away to a random infomercial about something that no-one watching at home needed...
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