Post by photographerbob on Jun 21, 2015 9:20:37 GMT -6
Bob: I don't see the problem here Johnny.
Johnny and Bob are sitting in the living room of their shared studio apartment. Johnny, who has always been a big hulk of a man, looks even larger than the last time we saw him. For whatever reason the gentle giant has been hitting the weights a little harder lately. Bob who has been on a role lately in UWA, looks like a fragile child in comparison. The two seem to be arguing over something, which isn't new. Johnny has his undivided attention on Bob, but the respect isn't returned, as Bob seems more interested about something on his laptop instead of Johnny.
Johnny: You are going to tell me there isn't anything remotely odd about your upcoming match?
Bob: That is precisely what I'm saying.
Johnny: So facing the man who gave you money for those photos of Vince Jones looking less than his best, as well as a free pass to his pride and joy the pleasure dome, doesn't bother you in the slightest.
Bob: There was always a chance I'd face Baron, him being a former one time customer to my photography business doesn't make us buddies or make me any less hesitant to slap him around in front of my camera. Hell if Vince Jones of all people wants to offer me some cash for photos of Baron after I beat him I'll consider it fair game.
Johnny: What if the man you beat isn't Baron?
Bob: Like if he misses his match like people have in the past and is replaced by someone else? Someone like the super fine Lacey Roberts?
Johnny: Don't be an idiot, Lacey is taking time off to recover after that vicious shot she took from Amy Zing.
Bob: So maybe they'll replace the missing Baron with her and I can get some payback on miss Zing for ruining what should have been the best night of my life.
Johnny: Amy is already facing Michael Rivers. Besides I wasn't talking about Baron missing his flight or getting stuck in traffic and somebody else on the roster stepping up. I meant what if Baron's other side is who steps into that ring.
Bob: You mean the weirdo in the mask? Then I'll give him the beating Baron wishes he could give to his alter ego himself. Who knows maybe he'll reward me with another free coupon for the pleasure dome, or maybe even let me keep one of his girls as a pet.
Johnny: I don't think Lacey would like that.
Bob: You don't know that. Maybe Lacey would totally be into it, she seems the type that could handle a three way.
Johnny: You might want to be more concerned with the possibility of Baron and his unpredictability causing you to lose than trying to set up a score with not one, but two women that are way out of your league.
Bob: If Lacey is so out of my league then why did she send me this spectacular video?
Johnny: To keep you interested, keep you on the leash or whatever. You said it yourself, she went a few weeks without catering to your desires and you almost became your own man. With her dealing with an injury, her title gone, and her pimp associate demoted to the play thing of Vince Jones, you might be her best asset right now. The moment she's better though, the very second she's either recaptured the TV Title or moved on to a bigger and shinier toy, she'll ignore you again.
While all the talk about Baron and his split personality seemed to have bounced right off of Bob, the possibility of him losing Lacey, who he's never even had to begin with, seems to hit him hard. He closes his laptop and gets up from his seat, and look of defiance and determination on his face.
Bob: Oh yeah? Well then I'll just have to send her a message that can't be ignored.
Johnny: How you gonna do that?
Bob: You've heard of killing two birds with one stone? Well maybe I'll beat two guys in one match, you know, if we're counting Baron and Oblivion as two separate individuals.
Johnny: Oh they are two completely different animals alright.
Bob starts to walk out of the living room.
Bob: Guess I'll have to work twice as hard then.
And with that, Bob heads out of the room, and out of the studio apartment completely. He lets all the words Johnny had said earlier sink in on during his drive. All the suggestions and implications that he had promptly ignored seem so much realer the second time around. Bob heads towards the beach, armed with nothing more than his camera, and words. He sets up the camera so that it points towards the ocean itself, capturing each wave as it dies at the shore. Bob stands in front of the lens, and with the help of a small remote, beings to record his message.
Bob: Six victories, and one defeat. That is my record since the beginning of the New Year. A rough start to twenty fifteen, but a start I managed to rectify when I avenged my loss and defeated Vince Jones just a few weeks ago. The same Vince Jones who is currently hunting the alpha male in UWA Sentinel. The Vince Jones who, in my opinion, is the most likely candidate to compete for the top prize in this company, The World Heavyweight Championship. My only loss this year, which I wiped clean with a successful rematch, is the very same man who made my upcoming opponent his bitch.
There is no hesitation in Bob's voice, as he throws out the easiest and most obvious insult towards The Silver Baron.
Bob: It wasn't long ago that I had the utmost respect towards UWA's residential pimp. The man is living the dream, surrounded by fine honeys any time he wants and backhanding those who oppose him with the mightiest of pimp hands. Lately though my admiration towards this ladies man has taken a downward spiral. Professionally, the man has been losing his grip on things. Personally he's losing it even more, allowing that menace alter ego of his to run it's mouth. Doesn't quite matter to me which one shows up to the ring at Mayhem. Hell it might even be the both of you, one when realizes Bob Brooks is superior and victory isn't an option, the other might tag in to see if things will change. Spoiler alert, they won't. Because while Baron might be better at acquiring the ladies than I am, and his masked friend might be better at scaring small children, Bob Brooks is better at WRESTLING.
While Bob is talking, a pair of incredibly attractive women walk by behind him, each wearing very revealing bikinis. Surprising and uncharacteristically of Bob, he keeps his eyes of the beach babes and on the camera lens ahead.
Bob: You see I've got my eyes on the prize Baron. Well, prizes if things go the way I plan. You see from what I've heard, you've already tasted the sweetness that is my goddess Lacey Roberts. A lesser man might be jealous of that, might hold some sort of resentment. Not me however, because you had her for a night. Once I make her mine, I'll have her forever. Thing is, Lacey isn't gonna be the only one that I'll be looking to impress at Mayhem. I know the higher ups a busy, got much worse perverts and stalkers than me on the roster to try to keep an eye on. Canadian legend Kyle Travis seems to be pushing the children to the breaking point, and any cult that takes orders from a demonic care bear should be considered worrisome. We have a new World Champ, the tag champs keep getting in confrontation with those wreckless hillbillies, and UWA is still a growing company looking to add the best competitors on the market to it's roster. So if I'm gonna prove my roommate Johnny right,. convince the higher ups ole Bob Brooks might be ready for a golden strap of his own, then failure at Mayhem is not an option.
The sight of the mainly naked ladies has passed, and Bob hasn't flinched, hasn't blinked, since the recording began.
Bob: Once upon a time, I would consider a victory over my upcoming opponent to be enough to be put in any title contention talks. Lately however, Baron's stock has fallen further down than mine ever has. Hell it's completely possible Vince Jones decides his bitch isn't even worthy to compete at the upcoming Mayhem. A victory over the fallen star isn't quite as motivating as it could have been, but knowing how much a loss to a fallen star can hurt me, is reason enough to hit the gym. Weeks, no, MONTHS of hard work will be washed away if I lose my next match. I can't say what it was Amy Zing did to get enough crack at the TV Title, especially coming off a loss, but I know damn well I'm not the kind of draw that gets given opportunities like that coming off a loss. So I'm forced to do things the old fashion way. I'll just keep winning, I've defeated Jones now I'll defeat his bitch. If that isn't enough I'll defeat whoever they give me after that, until the roster is only left with two types of people. Those who I've already beaten, and those holding gold, and I'm not talking about the gold chains the bitch pimp wears around his neck.
For most of his career Bob has been relaxed, accepting whatever he'd been given. It doesn't appear he's quite as content with being just another guy any more however.
Bob: Listen, I know it's hard to believe, with the things I've said, but this isn't personal. I've got nothing against you Baron, and don't know damn near enough about your other side to hold a grudge against it either. Your a pimp, you should know how it is. Sometimes business gets a little rough, and sometimes you gotta hurt people whether you want to or not. That is all I'm doing here Baron, keeping my pimp hand strong. Realistically I can't afford to slip up right now, and just getting a one two three, or a countout victory like I got last show, isn't enough. I gotta beat you down good man, not just win but do so impressively. I hope you don't hold it against me, and even more than that I hope the invitation to your, pleasure dome still stands. Hell maybe I'll see you there after I beat you up and down the Mississippi Coliseum. I'll buy you a drink to help with the pain of loss, and the pain of me planting my boot up your ass. You can treat me to your finest girl, or two. Then the four of us can go back to a hotel or something and we each break a piece off for ourselves no hard feelings water under the bridge ya know. If that's too much to ask for though, if your still feeling bitter about having to promote that douchenozzle Vince Jones, and being my whipping boy is what pushes you over the edge, then understand while I don't wanna, I am ready to handle that too. You step up to me too hard Baron and I'll put you down, maybe drown your bitch ass and toss you out to sea behind me to sleep with the fishes or whatever. I suppose how things ultimately end is up to you, but how our match ends at Mayhem, that is completely in my hands. I either beat you quickly, or I take my time and make an example out of you. The more you show your willing to play ball Baron, the more likely I am to make things quick. You get frisky though, or let that monster out from it's cage, then I'll turn our little match into a snuff film just like that.
He snaps his fingers, then presses the button on the remote that turns off the recording. He turns his back to the camera, sits down on the beach, and enjoys the view. Not that of half naked women, but of the ocean itself, which through nothing but pure constant attrition, manages to break down even the toughest of rocks and cliffs. There was something about the way the ocean worked that Bob could appreciate the. The cold, mechanical effectiveness of everything. If necessary, Bob would be willing to be just as cold and mechanical to defeat his upcoming opponent, leaving all personal feelings aside. The camera fades to black, with Bob staring intently at the sea.
Johnny and Bob are sitting in the living room of their shared studio apartment. Johnny, who has always been a big hulk of a man, looks even larger than the last time we saw him. For whatever reason the gentle giant has been hitting the weights a little harder lately. Bob who has been on a role lately in UWA, looks like a fragile child in comparison. The two seem to be arguing over something, which isn't new. Johnny has his undivided attention on Bob, but the respect isn't returned, as Bob seems more interested about something on his laptop instead of Johnny.
Johnny: You are going to tell me there isn't anything remotely odd about your upcoming match?
Bob: That is precisely what I'm saying.
Johnny: So facing the man who gave you money for those photos of Vince Jones looking less than his best, as well as a free pass to his pride and joy the pleasure dome, doesn't bother you in the slightest.
Bob: There was always a chance I'd face Baron, him being a former one time customer to my photography business doesn't make us buddies or make me any less hesitant to slap him around in front of my camera. Hell if Vince Jones of all people wants to offer me some cash for photos of Baron after I beat him I'll consider it fair game.
Johnny: What if the man you beat isn't Baron?
Bob: Like if he misses his match like people have in the past and is replaced by someone else? Someone like the super fine Lacey Roberts?
Johnny: Don't be an idiot, Lacey is taking time off to recover after that vicious shot she took from Amy Zing.
Bob: So maybe they'll replace the missing Baron with her and I can get some payback on miss Zing for ruining what should have been the best night of my life.
Johnny: Amy is already facing Michael Rivers. Besides I wasn't talking about Baron missing his flight or getting stuck in traffic and somebody else on the roster stepping up. I meant what if Baron's other side is who steps into that ring.
Bob: You mean the weirdo in the mask? Then I'll give him the beating Baron wishes he could give to his alter ego himself. Who knows maybe he'll reward me with another free coupon for the pleasure dome, or maybe even let me keep one of his girls as a pet.
Johnny: I don't think Lacey would like that.
Bob: You don't know that. Maybe Lacey would totally be into it, she seems the type that could handle a three way.
Johnny: You might want to be more concerned with the possibility of Baron and his unpredictability causing you to lose than trying to set up a score with not one, but two women that are way out of your league.
Bob: If Lacey is so out of my league then why did she send me this spectacular video?
Johnny: To keep you interested, keep you on the leash or whatever. You said it yourself, she went a few weeks without catering to your desires and you almost became your own man. With her dealing with an injury, her title gone, and her pimp associate demoted to the play thing of Vince Jones, you might be her best asset right now. The moment she's better though, the very second she's either recaptured the TV Title or moved on to a bigger and shinier toy, she'll ignore you again.
While all the talk about Baron and his split personality seemed to have bounced right off of Bob, the possibility of him losing Lacey, who he's never even had to begin with, seems to hit him hard. He closes his laptop and gets up from his seat, and look of defiance and determination on his face.
Bob: Oh yeah? Well then I'll just have to send her a message that can't be ignored.
Johnny: How you gonna do that?
Bob: You've heard of killing two birds with one stone? Well maybe I'll beat two guys in one match, you know, if we're counting Baron and Oblivion as two separate individuals.
Johnny: Oh they are two completely different animals alright.
Bob starts to walk out of the living room.
Bob: Guess I'll have to work twice as hard then.
And with that, Bob heads out of the room, and out of the studio apartment completely. He lets all the words Johnny had said earlier sink in on during his drive. All the suggestions and implications that he had promptly ignored seem so much realer the second time around. Bob heads towards the beach, armed with nothing more than his camera, and words. He sets up the camera so that it points towards the ocean itself, capturing each wave as it dies at the shore. Bob stands in front of the lens, and with the help of a small remote, beings to record his message.
Bob: Six victories, and one defeat. That is my record since the beginning of the New Year. A rough start to twenty fifteen, but a start I managed to rectify when I avenged my loss and defeated Vince Jones just a few weeks ago. The same Vince Jones who is currently hunting the alpha male in UWA Sentinel. The Vince Jones who, in my opinion, is the most likely candidate to compete for the top prize in this company, The World Heavyweight Championship. My only loss this year, which I wiped clean with a successful rematch, is the very same man who made my upcoming opponent his bitch.
There is no hesitation in Bob's voice, as he throws out the easiest and most obvious insult towards The Silver Baron.
Bob: It wasn't long ago that I had the utmost respect towards UWA's residential pimp. The man is living the dream, surrounded by fine honeys any time he wants and backhanding those who oppose him with the mightiest of pimp hands. Lately though my admiration towards this ladies man has taken a downward spiral. Professionally, the man has been losing his grip on things. Personally he's losing it even more, allowing that menace alter ego of his to run it's mouth. Doesn't quite matter to me which one shows up to the ring at Mayhem. Hell it might even be the both of you, one when realizes Bob Brooks is superior and victory isn't an option, the other might tag in to see if things will change. Spoiler alert, they won't. Because while Baron might be better at acquiring the ladies than I am, and his masked friend might be better at scaring small children, Bob Brooks is better at WRESTLING.
While Bob is talking, a pair of incredibly attractive women walk by behind him, each wearing very revealing bikinis. Surprising and uncharacteristically of Bob, he keeps his eyes of the beach babes and on the camera lens ahead.
Bob: You see I've got my eyes on the prize Baron. Well, prizes if things go the way I plan. You see from what I've heard, you've already tasted the sweetness that is my goddess Lacey Roberts. A lesser man might be jealous of that, might hold some sort of resentment. Not me however, because you had her for a night. Once I make her mine, I'll have her forever. Thing is, Lacey isn't gonna be the only one that I'll be looking to impress at Mayhem. I know the higher ups a busy, got much worse perverts and stalkers than me on the roster to try to keep an eye on. Canadian legend Kyle Travis seems to be pushing the children to the breaking point, and any cult that takes orders from a demonic care bear should be considered worrisome. We have a new World Champ, the tag champs keep getting in confrontation with those wreckless hillbillies, and UWA is still a growing company looking to add the best competitors on the market to it's roster. So if I'm gonna prove my roommate Johnny right,. convince the higher ups ole Bob Brooks might be ready for a golden strap of his own, then failure at Mayhem is not an option.
The sight of the mainly naked ladies has passed, and Bob hasn't flinched, hasn't blinked, since the recording began.
Bob: Once upon a time, I would consider a victory over my upcoming opponent to be enough to be put in any title contention talks. Lately however, Baron's stock has fallen further down than mine ever has. Hell it's completely possible Vince Jones decides his bitch isn't even worthy to compete at the upcoming Mayhem. A victory over the fallen star isn't quite as motivating as it could have been, but knowing how much a loss to a fallen star can hurt me, is reason enough to hit the gym. Weeks, no, MONTHS of hard work will be washed away if I lose my next match. I can't say what it was Amy Zing did to get enough crack at the TV Title, especially coming off a loss, but I know damn well I'm not the kind of draw that gets given opportunities like that coming off a loss. So I'm forced to do things the old fashion way. I'll just keep winning, I've defeated Jones now I'll defeat his bitch. If that isn't enough I'll defeat whoever they give me after that, until the roster is only left with two types of people. Those who I've already beaten, and those holding gold, and I'm not talking about the gold chains the bitch pimp wears around his neck.
For most of his career Bob has been relaxed, accepting whatever he'd been given. It doesn't appear he's quite as content with being just another guy any more however.
Bob: Listen, I know it's hard to believe, with the things I've said, but this isn't personal. I've got nothing against you Baron, and don't know damn near enough about your other side to hold a grudge against it either. Your a pimp, you should know how it is. Sometimes business gets a little rough, and sometimes you gotta hurt people whether you want to or not. That is all I'm doing here Baron, keeping my pimp hand strong. Realistically I can't afford to slip up right now, and just getting a one two three, or a countout victory like I got last show, isn't enough. I gotta beat you down good man, not just win but do so impressively. I hope you don't hold it against me, and even more than that I hope the invitation to your, pleasure dome still stands. Hell maybe I'll see you there after I beat you up and down the Mississippi Coliseum. I'll buy you a drink to help with the pain of loss, and the pain of me planting my boot up your ass. You can treat me to your finest girl, or two. Then the four of us can go back to a hotel or something and we each break a piece off for ourselves no hard feelings water under the bridge ya know. If that's too much to ask for though, if your still feeling bitter about having to promote that douchenozzle Vince Jones, and being my whipping boy is what pushes you over the edge, then understand while I don't wanna, I am ready to handle that too. You step up to me too hard Baron and I'll put you down, maybe drown your bitch ass and toss you out to sea behind me to sleep with the fishes or whatever. I suppose how things ultimately end is up to you, but how our match ends at Mayhem, that is completely in my hands. I either beat you quickly, or I take my time and make an example out of you. The more you show your willing to play ball Baron, the more likely I am to make things quick. You get frisky though, or let that monster out from it's cage, then I'll turn our little match into a snuff film just like that.
He snaps his fingers, then presses the button on the remote that turns off the recording. He turns his back to the camera, sits down on the beach, and enjoys the view. Not that of half naked women, but of the ocean itself, which through nothing but pure constant attrition, manages to break down even the toughest of rocks and cliffs. There was something about the way the ocean worked that Bob could appreciate the. The cold, mechanical effectiveness of everything. If necessary, Bob would be willing to be just as cold and mechanical to defeat his upcoming opponent, leaving all personal feelings aside. The camera fades to black, with Bob staring intently at the sea.