Post by photographerbob on May 15, 2015 18:12:53 GMT -6
Bob: Yeah I'm here. Got to the arena a day early to avoid any chance of missing the show.
We fade in to spot Bob Brooks talking on his cell phone standing outside of the Fair Park Coliseum.
Bob: You know we can't afford to have me miss any more work Johnny. We're struggling to pay the bills already as is.
It would appear the person on the other side of this phone call is Bob's roommate Johnny.
Bob: I doubt Vince Jones is worrying about his financial situation right now. Dude has his own agent to help him out with contract disputes and media coverage and stuff. Think a guy like me will ever end up with his own agent? Heck no!
A car pulls into the parking lot Bob is standing in. It's an old beat up four door sedan that is so out of shape we can't possibly guess a make or model.
Bob: It seems like a few of the crew guys are here as well. Probably preparing to set up the ring and cameras and other tech stuff. Bet these guys don't have their own agents either.
Two crew members step out of the beat up car, both wearing UWA shirts. We don't seem to recognize either of them, but Bob on the other hand appears to know atleast one of them.
Bob: Go figure. One of these guys is a camera man for the company, not even making enough cash to drive to the arena on his own. I think Vince has been having it so easy for so long he's forgotten what it's like to struggle like this.
One of the two crew guys heads immediately towards the arena, while the other goes to get some of his camera equipment from out the back.
Bob: Just another reason I gotta pick up this upset victory Johnny. Put one more score on the board for the little guys. Get myself noticed. Hell I can make one more effort to get my name out there before the show right now. I'll call you back Johnny.
The camera guy seems to have most of his stuff gathered and looks to be heading towards the arena when Bob cuts him off.
Bob: Hey dude, since you've got all that equipment right there care to record one more message to Vince Jones and company on my behalf. A last minute promotional video for our upcoming match.
: I don't know, I'm supposed to be testing angles and different view points for the show tomorrow.
Bob: Relax dude. It'll only take a few minutes.
The camera guy doesn't seem quite as excited about the idea, until Bob pulls out his wallet.
Bob: What if I pay you a little bonus, say fifty bucks?
While fifty bucks might not seem like much to a guy like Vince Jones, it's more than what a guy like Bob Brooks can afford to throw away, that is unless he actually wins his next match. It also appears to be enough money to convince the camera guy to record this message. The camera guy takes the money and sets up shop, as Bob takes a step back and goes over a few words in his head.
: Okay man, ready to roll in three, two, one...
Bob: The early bird catches the worm, or in this case the early wrestler catches the win or so I hope. Bob Brooks here at the Fair Park Coliseum and to my knowledge my opponent Vince Jones has not arrived. Don't worry though I'm sure he'll be here for our actual match tomorrow, god forbid a man of Vince Jones; stature show up early to something. Hell fashionably late is more his style anyway. I like to believe this just helps emphasize the difference in mentalities between myself and big bad Vinny J.
Whether it's warranted or not, a small almost proud smile creeps up on Bob's face as he continues his rant.
Bob: Tomorrow night is the most important match in the world to me, while I'm barely even a speed bump on the road to success for Vince Jones. I get it, I really do. A guy like Vince has all the tools in the world and a guy like me, I'm not exactly playing with a full deck of cards ya know. Vinny is a naturally gifted athlete, a scary combination of quick and strong. Me, I've got a decent amount of speed myself but Vince Jones is the total package. Beyond his in ring ability, Vince Jones is a surprisingly charming entertainer in a I'm from the city and I hate everyone sort of way. The man makes waves, demands the spotlight, it's completely understandable that he would overlook a guy like me.
Bob's smile gets a little bigger, which is unusual considering how much he's been selling himself short right now.
Bob: However, I believe that when somebody is overlooking someone or something that is when they are most likely to slip up. You don't trip over something you see, no, it's that small piece of meaningless garbage you don't even bother to look at that can bring you tumbling down to the ground. There are plenty of people who think that Bob Brooks even at his best isn't capable of toppling the talented and ruthless Vince Jones. I disagree with that assessment but I can understand where it is coming from. That said, what if Bob Brooks were not only at his best, but the usually triumphant Vince Jones showed up at less than his absolute best? Bob Brooks taking on a distracted Vince Jones, or Bob Brooks going toe to toe with an unmotivated Vince Jones, those are some odds I like very much, and with every passing second I am that much more sure that is what I'm gonna get.
What was once a small, or average sized smile has grown into a full blown giant shit eating grin, and from the look in his eyes Bob seems to think he's not just capable of winning his next match, but that victory is a forgone conclusion.
Bob: So if you are a Vince Jones hater, and lets be honest there are alot of you out there, I highly HIGHLY recommend you tune in to Mayhem tomorrow night. Because while Jonesy is walking around with his head in the clouds and his nose in the air, I'll be quietly but effectively sneaking up behind him, cutting him down to size and bringing a little humility to the self proclaimed baddest mother fucker in UWA. And if in that process I manage to make a little noise for myself, attract the attention of a particular smoking hot television champion, and earn a little more respect for ole Bob Brooks then we'll consider that an added bonus. This victory over Vince Jones isn't just redemption for me and my previous loss to him, it's redemption for everyone else the former North American Champion has overlooked in his life. Whether you like me as an underdog, or hate me as a perverted creep photographer, it doesn't matter to me. This match, this victory, this moment in the spotlight, is for you.
Bob winks at the camera, as the man behind the camera signals that he's no longer recording. The two shake hands, the camera guy smiling a little brighter than he was a minute ago.
: For what it's worth man, I hope you kick his ass.
Bob: It's worth a lot man. It's worth a damn lot.
The camera man heads to the arena, as Bob heads out of the parking lot. Everything fades to black.
We fade in to spot Bob Brooks talking on his cell phone standing outside of the Fair Park Coliseum.
Bob: You know we can't afford to have me miss any more work Johnny. We're struggling to pay the bills already as is.
It would appear the person on the other side of this phone call is Bob's roommate Johnny.
Bob: I doubt Vince Jones is worrying about his financial situation right now. Dude has his own agent to help him out with contract disputes and media coverage and stuff. Think a guy like me will ever end up with his own agent? Heck no!
A car pulls into the parking lot Bob is standing in. It's an old beat up four door sedan that is so out of shape we can't possibly guess a make or model.
Bob: It seems like a few of the crew guys are here as well. Probably preparing to set up the ring and cameras and other tech stuff. Bet these guys don't have their own agents either.
Two crew members step out of the beat up car, both wearing UWA shirts. We don't seem to recognize either of them, but Bob on the other hand appears to know atleast one of them.
Bob: Go figure. One of these guys is a camera man for the company, not even making enough cash to drive to the arena on his own. I think Vince has been having it so easy for so long he's forgotten what it's like to struggle like this.
One of the two crew guys heads immediately towards the arena, while the other goes to get some of his camera equipment from out the back.
Bob: Just another reason I gotta pick up this upset victory Johnny. Put one more score on the board for the little guys. Get myself noticed. Hell I can make one more effort to get my name out there before the show right now. I'll call you back Johnny.
The camera guy seems to have most of his stuff gathered and looks to be heading towards the arena when Bob cuts him off.
Bob: Hey dude, since you've got all that equipment right there care to record one more message to Vince Jones and company on my behalf. A last minute promotional video for our upcoming match.
: I don't know, I'm supposed to be testing angles and different view points for the show tomorrow. Bob: Relax dude. It'll only take a few minutes.
The camera guy doesn't seem quite as excited about the idea, until Bob pulls out his wallet.
Bob: What if I pay you a little bonus, say fifty bucks?
While fifty bucks might not seem like much to a guy like Vince Jones, it's more than what a guy like Bob Brooks can afford to throw away, that is unless he actually wins his next match. It also appears to be enough money to convince the camera guy to record this message. The camera guy takes the money and sets up shop, as Bob takes a step back and goes over a few words in his head.
: Okay man, ready to roll in three, two, one...Bob: The early bird catches the worm, or in this case the early wrestler catches the win or so I hope. Bob Brooks here at the Fair Park Coliseum and to my knowledge my opponent Vince Jones has not arrived. Don't worry though I'm sure he'll be here for our actual match tomorrow, god forbid a man of Vince Jones; stature show up early to something. Hell fashionably late is more his style anyway. I like to believe this just helps emphasize the difference in mentalities between myself and big bad Vinny J.
Whether it's warranted or not, a small almost proud smile creeps up on Bob's face as he continues his rant.
Bob: Tomorrow night is the most important match in the world to me, while I'm barely even a speed bump on the road to success for Vince Jones. I get it, I really do. A guy like Vince has all the tools in the world and a guy like me, I'm not exactly playing with a full deck of cards ya know. Vinny is a naturally gifted athlete, a scary combination of quick and strong. Me, I've got a decent amount of speed myself but Vince Jones is the total package. Beyond his in ring ability, Vince Jones is a surprisingly charming entertainer in a I'm from the city and I hate everyone sort of way. The man makes waves, demands the spotlight, it's completely understandable that he would overlook a guy like me.
Bob's smile gets a little bigger, which is unusual considering how much he's been selling himself short right now.
Bob: However, I believe that when somebody is overlooking someone or something that is when they are most likely to slip up. You don't trip over something you see, no, it's that small piece of meaningless garbage you don't even bother to look at that can bring you tumbling down to the ground. There are plenty of people who think that Bob Brooks even at his best isn't capable of toppling the talented and ruthless Vince Jones. I disagree with that assessment but I can understand where it is coming from. That said, what if Bob Brooks were not only at his best, but the usually triumphant Vince Jones showed up at less than his absolute best? Bob Brooks taking on a distracted Vince Jones, or Bob Brooks going toe to toe with an unmotivated Vince Jones, those are some odds I like very much, and with every passing second I am that much more sure that is what I'm gonna get.
What was once a small, or average sized smile has grown into a full blown giant shit eating grin, and from the look in his eyes Bob seems to think he's not just capable of winning his next match, but that victory is a forgone conclusion.
Bob: So if you are a Vince Jones hater, and lets be honest there are alot of you out there, I highly HIGHLY recommend you tune in to Mayhem tomorrow night. Because while Jonesy is walking around with his head in the clouds and his nose in the air, I'll be quietly but effectively sneaking up behind him, cutting him down to size and bringing a little humility to the self proclaimed baddest mother fucker in UWA. And if in that process I manage to make a little noise for myself, attract the attention of a particular smoking hot television champion, and earn a little more respect for ole Bob Brooks then we'll consider that an added bonus. This victory over Vince Jones isn't just redemption for me and my previous loss to him, it's redemption for everyone else the former North American Champion has overlooked in his life. Whether you like me as an underdog, or hate me as a perverted creep photographer, it doesn't matter to me. This match, this victory, this moment in the spotlight, is for you.
Bob winks at the camera, as the man behind the camera signals that he's no longer recording. The two shake hands, the camera guy smiling a little brighter than he was a minute ago.
: For what it's worth man, I hope you kick his ass. Bob: It's worth a lot man. It's worth a damn lot.
The camera man heads to the arena, as Bob heads out of the parking lot. Everything fades to black.