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Bring the Heat
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Brandon Moore Offline
Banned



XWF FanBase:
Teens, some men, few kids

(booed by casual fans; hurts people; often angry)


#1
01-16-2017, 08:57 PM

It's freezing cold. Why anyone would want to go on a cruise here is an absolute mystery. Somewhere near Antarctica, a cruise ship has taken to the water. During the middle of the cruise, XWF is holding an edition of Wednesday Warfare. Those that signed up for the cruise knew this going in so there are, of course, going to be hordes of XWF fans aboard. They're all fucking crazy, but that's alright. Crazy is what the XWF superstars excel at. Some superstars decided to take part in the whole cruise, others, like Brandon Moore, have decided to show up a bit late. Brandon is coming off of a win at Savage Saturday, so he had to come aboard while the cruise ship is floating in the Arctic Ocean.

Brandon boarded a plane the morning after Savage Saturday Night. Several long hours and couple of layovers later, Brandon arrived in Antarctica. From there, he boarded a helicopter that took him out into the middle of nowhere. That middle of nowhere is where the cruise ship is located. A helipad at the top of the ship was wide open for Brandon to be delivered. He departed the helicopter with a few bags in tow. Brandon has a room for a couple of days on the ship until after Wednesday Warfare.

Now, he's ready to wreak some Havoc on the place. He has no idea where Ronnie Cage and David Stone might be at the moment, but that won't stop him from starting some trouble. The cell phone service is terrible where the cruise ship is floating about. Brandon's all settled in and he has one of the bags he brought with him. All around the cruise ship, there are activities galore. XWF merchandise booths are set up, meet and greet areas are waiting for stars to appear, and there are people even walking around delivering food. That's some neat shit.

Brandon has decided to take over one of the merchandise booths. He has shoved his way through one of the long lines that has been the norm since the cruise left port. The fans started to take notice of the Federweight Champion joining their ranks. The merchandise booth employees spend some time wondering what all the fuss is about until they see Brandon jumping on their table. Bundled up just like everyone else, Brandon intends to warm the Antarctic up a bit. He sets his bag down on the table as everyone just looks on, curious as to what's going to happen.


-Brandon Moore-
“Get this garbage out of here.”


Brandon clears the tables of merchandise, kicking them off, before hopping off the table to the employee side of the booth. Replica belts, posters, glasses, and some superstars' t-shirts that were set up on the tables go flying and people scramble to snag something free. Brandon looks at the makeshift walls that have merchandise on them, too. He spots what he's looking for. Brandon rips down the replica Robbie Bourbon mask and locates the boxes that hold all of the ones for sale.

Brandon stuffs the loose mask into one of the boxes. He then stacks the two boxes on top of each other and lifts them. Brandon walks out from behind the booth and drops the boxes down, laying them out side by side. They're about fifteen feet away from the crowd and the rest of the merchandise. Brandon heads back to his bag on the table and unzips it.


-Brandon Moore-
“Who wants a free fucking Robbie Bourbon mask?!”


The crowd gathered for purchasing and browsing erupts with the thought of receiving free things, especially a Robbie Bourbon mask. Brandon reaches into his bag now and retrieves a blowtorch. He smirks as some of the fans become understandably worried.

-Brandon Moore-
“Well, too fucking bad!”


Brandon makes his way back over to the boxes holding the Robbie Bourbon mask replicas. He lights the blowtorch and runs it along the tops of the boxes, setting them ablaze after a few short moments. It isn't long before the boxes and the masks are quickly smothered in fire.

-Brandon Moore-
“My nips could cut diamonds out in this shit. Here's some fucking heat, ladies and germs!”


Brandon heads back behind the merchandise booth, setting the blowtorch on the ground. He jumps back on to the center table that once held a plethora of merchandise. Brandon reaches into his bag once more and retrieves a handful of the anti-Robbie Bourbon shirts he hijacked from the Walgreens in Tampa.

-Brandon Moore-
“Does anyone here just fucking hate Robbie Bourbon?! I know you're all down for some free shit! So, wear this to the show or I'll fucking feed you to your family!”


Despite the awful things Brandon just said, the majority of the crowd goes fucking nuts. The Robbie Bourbon fans in the gathering send their boos towards Brandon, but the crowd against Robbie Bourbon faces off with them and shoos them away. Brandon starts throwing shirts at the cruise goers, reaching into his bag to reload his ammunition every few throws. A lot of the fans have gathered around the fire that was started for some warmth, missing out on the shirts.

Some crazy motherfuckers are grabbing their shirts from the air and stripping their clothes off to put the shirts on immediately. Brandon continues to throw shirts into the crowd, loving every minute of it. Eventually, the cruise ship security arrives on the scene. A couple of them are armed with fire extinguishers. The crowd does their best to try and keep the security from making their way to the action, but it's of no use. Fortunately, Brandon did not start a riot and no one is getting zapped or beaten just yet on the cruise.

The fire is now dwindling due to the extinguishers being unleashed upon it. Three other security guards shove their way to the front of the line. Brandon ignores them and continues to lob shirts from his bag into the crowd. The guards shout and instruct Brandon to get down, because they feel he may actually start the aforementioned riot. Brandon doesn't hear them, though. He just keeps on delivering the anti-Robbie Bourbon shirts. The security guards have had enough by now. They grab Brandon and rip him down from the table. They try telling him to knock it off before he sets the whole place on fire, but again, his selective hearing is not focused on them.


-Brandon Moore-
“I'm the Federweight Champion! Get your dirty fucking paws off me!”


The crowd is pissed now. They were having fun and the security, trying to prevent an altercations, ends up being the reason one begins. That's irony. The guards attempt to remove Brandon from the area. While this happens, the crowd rushes the merchandise booth. The tables are flipped, the boxes of XWF swag are looted, and the security guards have to let Brandon Moore go to try and maintain the situation. One calls for backup before joining his companions in the effort to prevent the ship from sinking. Brandon is able to retrieve his bag and remove the remaining t-shirts from it.

Brandon then steps back and revels in the Havoc he has wreaked. It wasn't his intention, but he'll take it. Some fights have started, things have been stolen, and there are even things being broken. This makes Brandon happy. He looks around at the chaos that is occurring and notices an empty stairway. This leads to a small balcony type area where he can overlook the happenings. Brandon heads right for it, dodging all the bullshit he has caused. He ascends the stairs and shouts down at the destruction taking place.


-Brandon Moore-
“Yes. Yes! Everyone dawn one of my 'Fuck Robbie Bourbon' shirts! Everyone hit the person next to you! Everyone trample the ashes of the Robbie Bourbon masks I set ablaze!”


Brandon takes a deep breath of the sharp cold air.

-Brandon Moore-
“It smells like victory. This is fucking awesome! Keep it up down there you fucking lunatics! I believe in you!”


Brandon salutes the rioting crowd. None of them heard a word he said or even noticed he was still around. Brandon smiles big, because he knows that all of these people are stuck on this cruise ship, so further Havoc amongst them is inevitable after this. He takes off back to his room, happier than a kid in a candy store. He leaves behind his blowtorch and that's a bad idea. As he is walking away, the merchandise both is being set ablaze by unruly cruise goers that located the blowtorch. Oops.

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