James Macdonald RP #5

by **Brandon Macdonald** Tue Nov 12, 2013 1:12 am

James: "Yeah. Okay. I understand. Yeah, I'll be right there"

James hung up the phone and walked towards Keagan, who was sitting in the car.

Keagan: "What was that all about?"

James: "Brandon got arrested last night"

Keagan: "Are you serious? For what?"

James: "A shitload of things. I guess he showed up to a UFC press conference completely smashed. And then started fighting off cops"

Keagan: "What's going on with him?"

James: "I have no idea. I heard that he's getting pretty heavy into drugs. Did you see him interfere in my match against Tim?"

Keagan: "Yeah, he was trashed. What is his problem? He's throwing his life away"

James: "He's got a lot. I'm surprised Anna hasn't tried to stop him"

Keagan: "Well she wasn't exactly the cleanest girl growing up"

James: "Yeah, but I thought they'd have grown up by now"

James continued to drive the car until they arrived at the police station. James hopped out of his car and walked inside. He talked with the lady, organizing bail money and signing release papers. She told him to wait outside, while they got Brandon. He walked outside and stood with Keagan beside his car.

James watched as Brandon slowly walked out of the police station. He looked awful. He immediately walked into the backseat, and sat down. James and Keagan climbed into the car and started to drive.

Brandon: "Can you guys take me home please"

James: "Brandon, what the fuck?"

Brandon: "Just take me home"

James: "How did you end up in jail?"

Brandon: "Good question"

Keagan: "Brandon, where is Anna?"

Brandon: "No idea. She left"

Keagan: "Left like, left for something? Or like, left left?"

Brandon: "Beats me"

Keagan: "You don't know if your wife left you?"

Brandon: "I forget"

James: "Brandon, how fucking high are you?"

Brandon: "Not at all, which is the problem. I'm withdrawing like mad. I need my fix so if you could just hurry it up a little bit please"

James: "Brandon, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Brandon: "What's your problem dude? Get off my ass"

James: "You're falling apart dude."

Brandon: "So you're against me too then"

Keagan: "Brandon, what are you talking about?"

Brandon: "Everyone hates me. My family hates me, my so called friends hate me, Anna hates me, even you guys hate me"

Keagan: "Brandon, no one hates you. We're just worried about you"

Brandon: "Why worry about me? I'm fucking fine"

Keagan: "Your drug use has spun a bit out of control."

Brandon: "This is what I mean. You guys can't just let me fucking live my own damn life. You know nothing about what I do, and so why the fuck do you think that you can just stomp all over anything?"

Keagan: "Brandon, we're your family. We just want to help you"

Brandon: "What the fuck gives you the right?! You think I need fucking help!"

James: "Brandon, what did you do yesterday?"

Brandon: "I can't remember"

James: "Exactly. You need help"

Brandon: "Shut the fuck up James. You're lucky I ever introduced you to your fuck buddy Keagan here. What would you do if I didn't? Keep on fucking drunk chicks and then leaving them the next morning?!"

James: "Brandon, shut up now"

Brandon: "And what about you Keagan, you fucking slut. What if I never came to take you away from porn eh? You'd still be fucking dude's with giant dicks every day. You both owe me so fucking much!"

The car pulled over to a complete stop. James got out of the car and threw open the back door. He grabbed Brandon and pulled him out of the car and threw him onto the street.

Keagan: "James stop!"

James tackled Brandon as hard as he could, knocking him to the ground. James held him down and began punching him in the face.

James: "You need to watch your fucking mouth around my girlfriend!"

James felt himself flipped around by Brandon. Suddenly, he was underneath Brandon, who was punching him hard in the face. He tried to shake him off but couldn't. He saw Keagan run over and tackle Brandon off of him.

Keagan: "Stop it, both of you!"

James stood up and wiped blood from his nose. He looked up at Brandon

Keagan: "You guys are brothers. Why the hell are you fighting?"

That mask just drove him crazy. Why couldn't he be a man and look at him face to face. He was hiding behind that stupid mask.

James: "Take your stupid fucking mask off and look at me"

Brandon: "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Keagan: "Enough, both of you!"

James: "I'm done with this. Brandon, get some help. You need it"

Brandon: "Speaking of help. Remember how I assisted you in a win over Tim Patrick a few weeks ago?"

James: "What about it?"

Brandon: "You still owe me one"

James: "Fuck you"

Brandon: "Yeah, whatever James. You have to do it"

James: "Or what? You'll beat me up?"

Brandon: "I'll go tell that angry porn director exactly where his star who is still under contract with him is hiding. Would you like that?"

Keagan: "You wouldn't"

Brandon: "Are you doubting me?"

James: "You're fucking blackmailing me to help you?"

Brandon: "Sure am. Problem?"

James: "Fuck you Brandon. I'm your fucking brother. Keagan is your best friend! Or did you forget that too, you drugged up shit?"

Keagan: "Brandon, please tell me your joking"

Brandon: "If James helps me then everything will be okay. If not, well, sorry Keagan, but you're fucked"

Keagan: "You need serious help Brandon. As your best friend, I'm telling you that now. Get help"

Brandon: "Best friend? Don't make me laugh"

Keagan: "I've known you for twenty three years. I think I know a little bit about you"

Brandon: "If you say so Keagan."

Keagan: "Get help. Please. I'm begging you. Can't you see that your life is spiralling out of control? You're literally going to die one of these days. Is that what you want? To die alone?"

Brandon: "I'm done talking to you bitch. Get the fuck out"

Keagan wiped a tear from her eye. She walked over to Brandon, and hugged him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek of his mask. James climbed into the car and watched Keagan turn around, and give one last look to Brandon

Keagan: "Goodbye Brandon. It was nice knowing you"

Brandon: "Nice twenty three years we had"

Keagan turned around and walked over to the car, giving one sad look at Brandon. She shook her head at him, and climbed into the car. James looked at him through the mirror, and flipped him off, before speeding off.

James: "Fuck him. What is his problem?"

Keagan: "You know that he's not serious"

James: "How can you be sure?"

Keagan: "I've known Brandon for twenty three years. I can tell. He's fucked on drugs, but he would never do anything to me"

James: "God dammit I hate him so much sometimes"

Keagan: "But he's your brother. He needs help. Eventually he's going to realize it, and we can be there for him"

James: "He won't. Brandon has always been this way. He won't stop at anything until he is dead. That's why he got so famous in the UFC. Because he could take it all, and never give up."

Keagan: "I don't know. Maybe he'll get a talk from someone"

James: "Maybe. But I doubt it will help"

Keagan: "You never know"

James: "Mark my words. Brandon will die before he stops abusing drugs"

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I've been in a bit of a cold slump lately. I almost lost to Tim Patrick in the BFTB quarter finals. Then, I had to fight Ruben Ricardo Leon, during one of the worst weeks of my entire life. I won't speak about what happened during that week, but I'll tell you that it definitely affected my wrestling. It was the reason I went out and tapped out within a minute. I was not myself

I haven't been booked since. I didn't really want to be either. I just wanted to relax, sort things out in my life, and fix everything. I needed time to think. And I got that time. And I'm better now. I'm ready to come back out and kick some ass.

I was drafted to Cataclysm, but was later traded to Showtime. I think that the IWF realized that the rosters were stacked towards Cataclysm, so they took one of the rising stars in the business. As a NFL player, I know what it takes to make it to the top. And I have that. Kable? He doesn't have anything on me.

Seriously. I learned from the greatest wrestler in the world, Brandon Macdonald. Granted, he might not be so great anymore, but when he trained me, he was sober, clean, and determined to make me amazing. I learned from the best. I will be the best. Kable is just a stepping stone.

Once I beat him, I move on to greater things. Kable is just a blocker in my way from sacking the quarterback. All I have to do is easily shed him away, and I'm on the home stretch. And this Saturday, that's exactly what I'll do.