Deron Franklin 1
Apr 13, 2015 7:47:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2015 7:47:31 GMT -5
In a hotel room, just outside of Greensboro, there’s a laptop. And as the video feed starts, O’Shay Edwards is extremely close to the camera on said laptop.
“...This shit on?”
He leans down, his face now filling the screen.
“Yeah. Yeah, we on. Little green light and everything. Good.”
He steps back, revealing the room, and Deron Franklin leaning all the way back against the wall while sitting on the bed. O’Shay sits down on the edge, looking at the camera.
“LIONS DEN, YOUR NEW KING IS HERE!”
O’Shay motions to Deron, who waves him off, also motioning to keep the volume down.
“Right, right. Deron Franklin back there, O’Shay Edwards right here in ya face, in ya ear, and we ‘bout to talk to you...Akira Kaede. Now listen, you a bad chick; saw some stories on the internet, you out there straight breaking arms and everything. But that? That was MMA, honey. You steppin’ in the ring...first time...against Deron Franklin?”
He glances back to Deron, who lets out a “Pshh” noise, and in response Edwards lets out a loud laugh.
“Yeah, you right. Pshh. Girl, you don’t have any idea; you been in these little classes, Marcus Spikes teaching you how to pick someone up for a bodyslam, everyone telling you, ‘Oh Akira, you just need to show a little PERSONALITY,’ and you just stare at them like their face is a cheeseburger.
So now you get in the ring, and you try that bodyslam on Deron Franklin, the Sultan of Speed, the Vizier of Victory, and he’s gonna slide right off and hit you with like, eight moves before you even know how to handle it! Honey, sweetie, you know all these strikes and holds, but Deron Franklin’s no slouch. He knows counters-”
Deron holds up one finger.
“-He knows strikes-”
A second finger.
“-And we all know...Deron knows how to win.”
Third finger, then a throat slash with the same hand.
“Now that last one, I think a lot of people overlook, ya heard? People hear Deron Franklin, they start thinking about how he went out to San Diego, to EXODUS Pro, and washed out. Shiiit...San Diego wasn’t Deron Franklin. Hear me out; they surrounded my dude with fine ass women, big MMA bodyguards, and let some white dude talk for him. That ain’t Deron Franklin, homie. Now what you gonna see here in Lions Den? What my man’s gonna do out in Seattle for that little tournament? THAT’S Deron Franklin, the President of Power, the Star of Success.”
Deron has scooted up to the edge of the bed, and places his hand on O’Shay’s shoulder, stopping him so that he can speak.
“Hey, listen. AKIRA Kaede, like O’Shay said; we’ve done our research. You’re a good fighter. But this isn’t MMA, this is pro wrestling. I’m sure maybe six months, a year down the road, we meet again? You’ll have a lot more experience, and you may give me a good run for my money then. But this match? Your first? Ms. Kaede, you’ll find you’re a in a bit over your head. ...Now turn this thing off, O’Shay, let’s get some food.”
Edwards hops up, closing in on the camera before it shuts off.
“...This shit on?”
He leans down, his face now filling the screen.
“Yeah. Yeah, we on. Little green light and everything. Good.”
He steps back, revealing the room, and Deron Franklin leaning all the way back against the wall while sitting on the bed. O’Shay sits down on the edge, looking at the camera.
“LIONS DEN, YOUR NEW KING IS HERE!”
O’Shay motions to Deron, who waves him off, also motioning to keep the volume down.
“Right, right. Deron Franklin back there, O’Shay Edwards right here in ya face, in ya ear, and we ‘bout to talk to you...Akira Kaede. Now listen, you a bad chick; saw some stories on the internet, you out there straight breaking arms and everything. But that? That was MMA, honey. You steppin’ in the ring...first time...against Deron Franklin?”
He glances back to Deron, who lets out a “Pshh” noise, and in response Edwards lets out a loud laugh.
“Yeah, you right. Pshh. Girl, you don’t have any idea; you been in these little classes, Marcus Spikes teaching you how to pick someone up for a bodyslam, everyone telling you, ‘Oh Akira, you just need to show a little PERSONALITY,’ and you just stare at them like their face is a cheeseburger.
So now you get in the ring, and you try that bodyslam on Deron Franklin, the Sultan of Speed, the Vizier of Victory, and he’s gonna slide right off and hit you with like, eight moves before you even know how to handle it! Honey, sweetie, you know all these strikes and holds, but Deron Franklin’s no slouch. He knows counters-”
Deron holds up one finger.
“-He knows strikes-”
A second finger.
“-And we all know...Deron knows how to win.”
Third finger, then a throat slash with the same hand.
“Now that last one, I think a lot of people overlook, ya heard? People hear Deron Franklin, they start thinking about how he went out to San Diego, to EXODUS Pro, and washed out. Shiiit...San Diego wasn’t Deron Franklin. Hear me out; they surrounded my dude with fine ass women, big MMA bodyguards, and let some white dude talk for him. That ain’t Deron Franklin, homie. Now what you gonna see here in Lions Den? What my man’s gonna do out in Seattle for that little tournament? THAT’S Deron Franklin, the President of Power, the Star of Success.”
Deron has scooted up to the edge of the bed, and places his hand on O’Shay’s shoulder, stopping him so that he can speak.
“Hey, listen. AKIRA Kaede, like O’Shay said; we’ve done our research. You’re a good fighter. But this isn’t MMA, this is pro wrestling. I’m sure maybe six months, a year down the road, we meet again? You’ll have a lot more experience, and you may give me a good run for my money then. But this match? Your first? Ms. Kaede, you’ll find you’re a in a bit over your head. ...Now turn this thing off, O’Shay, let’s get some food.”
Edwards hops up, closing in on the camera before it shuts off.