Post by photographerbob on Apr 30, 2015 12:56:02 GMT -6
Bob: So forgive me folks, but I might not come across as the happiest guy right now, but I swear I've got a pretty good reason for it.
The camera fades in to show Bob Brooks, leaned up against a cheap looking car inside a parking lot at an unknown location.
Bob: Travel has been quite a hassle for me lately. Tried to take a plane to the last show, but apparently there was an error with the air company and I got sent to the wrong fucking destination. Got stuck in northern New Jersey. Seriously what sort of evil did I commit to deserve such an unholy mishap in my life? So because of the issue I was unable to make it to the last show. I was unable to compete against Faith who I totally would have defeated just like my bae Lacey Roberts did. The biggest hit though was that because I didn't compete, I didn't get paid.
His frustration continues to grow, as he pulls out a small protein bar from his pocket. He tears off the wrapper and takes a bite, grimacing as he chews.
Bob: Now just because life right now seems to enjoy punishing me, let me explain to you how the airline and UWA managed to kick me while I was down. Ya see, while the airline eventually provided me with another ticket for another flight, it took them almost two whole weeks to do so. In this time, they did absolutely nothing to help me with day to day life. I was left to find and pay for a place to stay in this shit-hole known as the north east of the United States. I've all but run out of cash by this point in time. I've spent the last few nights literally sleeping on park benches or at bus stops. All I've had to eat are these disgusting protein bars. After enduring it all though, you would think things would atleast get fixed in the end right?
He looks around at his surroundings for a moment, before letting out a dejected sigh.
Bob: I should be in Rio Rancho, New Mexico, getting ready for the next show right now. Instead I'm in the middle of god knows fucking where Texas. At this point I've completely given up on the airlines ability to get me to the correct destination, so I've had to piss away what little money I did have left on renting this fucking heap of junk so I can drive to my final destination. Granted I've got a few more days to go, where I expect to be sleeping in this car and eating whatever I think I might be able to steal from the occasional gas station. Point is I don't expect to be in the best of moods by the time I get into the ring.
Against his will, Bob takes another bite from his bar, barely managing to swallow it and satiate his hunger.
Bob: I really wouldn't want to be my opponent this week. This guy I've never heard of, yet again another newcomer being welcomed to the company by yours truly. I find his name to be pretty fitting though. Some stranger who prefers to be called Judge. I feel like that's been my role in the company for a while now. Step one, hire a new competitor who might have some potential. Step two, put them against Bob to see how they measure up. If anything, I'm the one true judge in UWA. Whether or not somebody deserves to be in the company, whether or not somebody deserves a shot at a title, I'm the standard to which the higher ups seem to like to compare the others to. Usually I wouldn't mind at all welcoming an unknown challenger to the company. But right now I'm feeling I've suffered more than my fair share of misfortune. I've put up with a roommate that is always, as your name suggest you like to do, judging me. I travel to lame ass towns to entertain ungrateful fans who can't even seem to remember my fucking name, and even when I do get an important victory, like a tag team victory over the tag team champions, it gets completely overlooked because I'm not pretty enough, or bizarre enough to be worth promoting. So in a few short days I'll be the one who judges. And my judgement is that Bob Brooks deserves better, and that this imposter judge has no right to share a ring with him. My judgement is that the unknown entity called Judge shall be put down, UWA shall pay their true judge, and I get my happily ever after.
Everything goes black, as Bob gets into his car for the drive to New Mexico.
The camera fades in to show Bob Brooks, leaned up against a cheap looking car inside a parking lot at an unknown location.
Bob: Travel has been quite a hassle for me lately. Tried to take a plane to the last show, but apparently there was an error with the air company and I got sent to the wrong fucking destination. Got stuck in northern New Jersey. Seriously what sort of evil did I commit to deserve such an unholy mishap in my life? So because of the issue I was unable to make it to the last show. I was unable to compete against Faith who I totally would have defeated just like my bae Lacey Roberts did. The biggest hit though was that because I didn't compete, I didn't get paid.
His frustration continues to grow, as he pulls out a small protein bar from his pocket. He tears off the wrapper and takes a bite, grimacing as he chews.
Bob: Now just because life right now seems to enjoy punishing me, let me explain to you how the airline and UWA managed to kick me while I was down. Ya see, while the airline eventually provided me with another ticket for another flight, it took them almost two whole weeks to do so. In this time, they did absolutely nothing to help me with day to day life. I was left to find and pay for a place to stay in this shit-hole known as the north east of the United States. I've all but run out of cash by this point in time. I've spent the last few nights literally sleeping on park benches or at bus stops. All I've had to eat are these disgusting protein bars. After enduring it all though, you would think things would atleast get fixed in the end right?
He looks around at his surroundings for a moment, before letting out a dejected sigh.
Bob: I should be in Rio Rancho, New Mexico, getting ready for the next show right now. Instead I'm in the middle of god knows fucking where Texas. At this point I've completely given up on the airlines ability to get me to the correct destination, so I've had to piss away what little money I did have left on renting this fucking heap of junk so I can drive to my final destination. Granted I've got a few more days to go, where I expect to be sleeping in this car and eating whatever I think I might be able to steal from the occasional gas station. Point is I don't expect to be in the best of moods by the time I get into the ring.
Against his will, Bob takes another bite from his bar, barely managing to swallow it and satiate his hunger.
Bob: I really wouldn't want to be my opponent this week. This guy I've never heard of, yet again another newcomer being welcomed to the company by yours truly. I find his name to be pretty fitting though. Some stranger who prefers to be called Judge. I feel like that's been my role in the company for a while now. Step one, hire a new competitor who might have some potential. Step two, put them against Bob to see how they measure up. If anything, I'm the one true judge in UWA. Whether or not somebody deserves to be in the company, whether or not somebody deserves a shot at a title, I'm the standard to which the higher ups seem to like to compare the others to. Usually I wouldn't mind at all welcoming an unknown challenger to the company. But right now I'm feeling I've suffered more than my fair share of misfortune. I've put up with a roommate that is always, as your name suggest you like to do, judging me. I travel to lame ass towns to entertain ungrateful fans who can't even seem to remember my fucking name, and even when I do get an important victory, like a tag team victory over the tag team champions, it gets completely overlooked because I'm not pretty enough, or bizarre enough to be worth promoting. So in a few short days I'll be the one who judges. And my judgement is that Bob Brooks deserves better, and that this imposter judge has no right to share a ring with him. My judgement is that the unknown entity called Judge shall be put down, UWA shall pay their true judge, and I get my happily ever after.
Everything goes black, as Bob gets into his car for the drive to New Mexico.