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Apr 4 2015, 06:29 PM
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<p>"What if I told you that back then, I wasn't doin' too healthy. That maybe the Corps was right about me. That I was damaged goods by the time they got done with me. I'm sure you wouldn't think that. But I was. I wasn't too mature of a guy all around. Hell, I couldn't hold a relationship to save my life. I still can't, honestly. But, it is what it is. You just learn to roll with the bullshit." He looks at the slightly older woman in front of him. She's had a hell of a life since the last time they've truly talked. And in his defense, his hair has grown a bit longer. He's not a complete failure to adapt, at least.</p>

<p>The dinner setting is almost ironic for both of them. A broken off date from long ago. Two impulsive and irrational people. Both through circumstance, sadly. "The funniest thing, we both end up in the same damn job. I mean, I didn't know that the old man and you had relations. I mean, I didn't think Alejandro actually did anything outside of military, bad marriage and wrestlin'. Yet, didn't even think there was a time where even he didn't know anything in the world. Guess we're all dumb green rookies in your world, chere?" And the humor, who could forget the humor. As the blonde smirks at him, they're both as a huge loss on what to say... Yet, he says it for them.</p>

<p>"I guess the hardest two words to say in Anglais is... 'I'm sorry.' Even if you mean it, they're hard to say. But, truth be told, I am sorry about how I treated you..."</p>

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<p><center><i>"Gold on the Ceiling" by the Black Keys opens up on the Throwdown set. Seattle realizes who's coming out as they see the black haired Cajun pop up on the stage. He's wearing his tri-color trunks and the new shirt is on his body. The words 'Improvise. Adapt. Overcome." are featured in the American colors on the black T-shirt. He slaps the hands of the fans and smiles as he's heading towards the ring. As he slides in, the women cat-call a bit as he pulls himself up. The attendants hand him a microphone.</center></i></p>

<p><b>Olivier Brunet:</b> Seattle, how the hell are ya'll doin'?</p>

<p><center>The fans cheer in approval to let him know how they're feeling tonight. He nods in approval, and his face does take a serious tone for a moment.</center></p>

<p>Olivier Brunet: Normally, I'm probably gonna be jokin' and cuttin' up with ya'll. But I got something to say, and it ain't gonna be as earth-shatterin' as what ol' Cory Chevelle had to say, either. Cory's just a scary man, altogether. I ain't fightin' him in an alley for the damn giggles. I do have a bone to pick with someone who's departed from the company. Jonathan Randall, who you know as Johnny Blaze...</p>

<p><center>The fans boo as they hear that name. And Olivier calms them down a bit.</center></p>

<p>Olivier Brunet: Who the bosses sent out on his burnt out rock and roll ass, can personally kiss my ass! And you can take that bleach blonde bimbo with you, too. Have fun watching her turn tricks on a corner, you bumblin' ass. Last week, Knight and I were going at it, quite nicely. And that has been had to screw up a perfectly good match for all of you. And I get my ribs dug into by the best spear in the damn business. But you see, management saw what I saw. That Blaze and Candi had no damn business being out there at all. And Knight, I had you runnin', son. You were runnin'. You heard the barkin'. You HEARD THE FOOTSTEPS! AND DAMMIT, I HAD YOU!</p>

<p><center>The crowd realizes the intensity level just went up about ten fold.</center></p>

<p>Olivier Brunet: So, Mr. Reid had a talk with me. And he and Ronin were in agreement. Jacob, you and I are in a strap match later tonight... A strap match. Leather bonding both of us together. And imagine how that straps gonna feel against raw skin. Betcha Regina didn't have a plan for this, did she? It's from 'round my neck of the woods, Jacob. You get strapped to me. I'm strapped to you... And then, I DRAG YOUR SORRY ASS AROUND AND TAG ALL FOUR CORNERS! AND... YOU... CAN'T. RUN!</p>

<p><center>He points around to the crowd as they start yelling, "WAR MACHINE! WAR MACHINE!"</center></p>

<p>Olivier Brunet: That's what they call me, Jacob Knight. The War Machine. Built for war, my friend. Trained in combat. You can't hurt me. You can't stop me. I'll keep huntin' 'The Wolf' until I get his gold. Regina, go back to the drawin' board. Study how well everyone else has done against a Marine. You won't like the odds... And you won't like what you'll hear tonight, after I whip that dark little pretty boy like a gov'mint mule... The management will have to realize the inevitable. Jacob Knight's days are numbered. The Devil Dog has him locked in. And Jacob... If you even throw people at me. Remember I always...</p>

<p><center>The crowd yells out with all of their might. "IMPROVISE. ADAPT. OVERCOME!" His music starts up again as he hands off the microphone. The crowd is hot in anticipation for the War Machine to get strapped up to Jacob Knight. He heads on up the ramp into the back.</center></p>

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Mar 19 2015, 10:28 PM
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<p><center><i>Olivier is seen lacing up his boots slowly, as the camera pans in around him. Tonight, he's taken an American flag motif on his trunks. The audience starts cheering when they see the young competitor.</i></center></p>

<p> <span style='color:blue'><b>Olivier Brunet:</b> Improvise. Adapt. Overcome. Three words that someone told me when he was beatin' the hell out of me over at the Desert Wrestling Academy. I lost against Johnny Blaze... Of course, the bleach blonde diggin' her heels in wasn't a very nice touch, either. But we look forward to the Television Champion...</span></p>

<p><center><i>As the boots are finished lacing, the young Marine sits on the bench and looks towards the camera.</i></center></p>

<p><span style='color:blue''><b>Olivier Brunet:</b> Jacob Knight. Don't think of this as a warm up match. This may be non-title. But I'm looking right at the belt around your waist. I know right now, I'm not deservin; of the belt. But, the footsteps are starting. You hide behind the dark exterior, but you have to hear the footsteps. Everyone does from time to time. Much like the Ronin and the Saint taught me. Nobody lives forever at the top. The difference. I've been the hunter and the hunted. I've given my life to being the Sheepdog. The War Machine. As my old teacher had to remind me today, when he saw me for the first time since he called me a "wrestler"... I am one of the very few. And one of the very proud. I'm not the strongest. However, I am one of the smartest opponents you will meet, Jacob. And tonight, it's time to show Ronin that his faith in me ain't misguided hope.</span></p>

<p><center><i>As he stands up, his muscles flex a bit, getting a response from the women watching on the screen.</i></center></p>

<p><span style='color:blue''><b>Olivier Brunet:</b> Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man, as modest stillness and humility... My war is over and gone, Jacob. Yours is just beginning. Oorah.</span></p>

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<p>Olivier settled into his room for the day and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. This wasn't too bad compared to what he's used to. Sleeping in metal bunks changes your perception of sleeping, dramatically. Or as others jokes about his style of bed being 'Sleep Level: Grunt' quite often. He looks over at his phone and sees a missed call from Leigh. Maybe a reminder for a show. Maybe plans for later. He didn't know. All he knew was that he didn't want to get out of his comfy bed. His back was hurting a little bit from Candi's heel, which she profusely apologized for after the fact. However, he let it slide. He's felt much worse. "So, settlin' into the room. Let's see what's on TV. Maybe I can call LA back sometime. Or, should I be a bum and just cheat today and order the largest box of Domino's ever. Fuck it. Domino's, it is. Just gotta find an online menu and some thing to drink with it. Could be the rare beer run."</p>

<p>As the young Cajun settles into his bed, he feels like drifting off. However, the door's knocking hard in a rhythm. From what he's heard, only one person does that. "Dammit, John. I don't wanna go to a gym, mon ami. I've exercised for 6 fuckin' years! Today is a pizza and beer day, y'know! Also, door's open! He didn't feel like getting up, but might as well just let the man know that the door's open. Much less, hear the tapping on the door for another hour until he eventually crawled out of the bed and had to open it anyways.</p>

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<p><center><b>Once More Into the Ring...</b></center></p>

<p><center><i>The camera backstage catches Olivier Brunet before his match stretching out in the locker room. His Olive Green trunks are on tight and he's got the boots laced up.</i></center></p>


<p><span style='color:blue'><b>Olivier Brunet:</b> I hope Blaze is ready for a perfect storm. One knee took out Mr. MMA, Johnny. One knee is all it's gonna take to ground ya, son. I like ya. If I wasn't facin' ya, I'd sit back and watch the entertainment of you and the blonde talkin'. But the cards have it that you get to cross my path.</span></p>

<p><center><i>He dusts off his boots and nods to the camera for a moment.</i></center></p>

<p><span style='color:insert color of choice here'><b>Olivier Brunet:</b> One match isn't enough for me to say that I'm the man, Johnny. I'm far from it. I'm just lucky enough to be in the building. And you've got the advantage over me. The people out here know who you are. As far as me... I'm just a Jarhead who made Sands go night-night... And I ain't even gonna imagine what they're sayin' out there. But I do know this...</span></p>

<p><center><i>He throws on his ring jacket and smiles.</i></center></p>

<p><span style='color:blue'><b>Olivier Brunet:</b> In this world, you have to do two things. Overcome and adapt. You haven't been doin' too good at that, mon ami. But in the ring, you're gonna have to adapt. Or I can just ground Mr. Rock and Roll permanently and shut Blondie up real quick. All it takes...</span></p>

<p><center><i>He pops up his knee near the camera almost to the shock of the camera man.</i></center></p>


<p><span style='color:blue'><b>Olivier Brunet:</b> One knee to the chin. It's all mauvais temps for you, Johnny. All bad times for you and Blondie. And I think the fans would love to see that tonight,..</span></p>

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