Post by photographerbob on Jun 26, 2015 10:04:28 GMT -6
Bob: Honey I'm home.
You can almost hear a laugh track playing in the background as Bob enters the studio apartment he shares with Johnny. Shortly after walking into the building Bob lays down his keys on the nearest cheap plastic table and heads to the living room. There he expects to see his roommate watching TV, or surfing the internet on his laptop. Instead Bob walks in on Johnny making out with a woman who Bob has never met before.
Bob: Woah Johnny, what the heck is going on?
While Bob seems completely unable to handle the unexpected development, Johnny simply looks over at Bob as if this is all totally normal.
Johnny: What? This is my girlfriend Courtney. I've mentioned Courtney before.
Bob: I am like, ninety nine percent sure you haven't.
Johnny: Not likely. There is almost no way I haven't mentioned how amazing she is to you already. You probably just ignored me because it wasn't about you or your job. I think you've got selective hearing or something.
Bob: That or you are a big fat liar whose been keeping her secret.
Johnny: Not even close Robert. Not only have I told you about her atleast fifty times before, but I even sent you an email, a text message, and left a voicemail telling you that she'd be visiting today.
Not willing to admit he might be wrong, Bob immediately pulls out his phone, and checks his phone and right there on the front of the screen reads one missed call and text from a contact titled "Big John"
Bob: Whatever.
With the two boys bickering, we almost forgot about the blonde beauty sitting next to the dark stallion known as Johnny. The woman gets up from her seat, and while undoubtedly gorgeous Courtney appears to be a bit heavier than most the women who compete in UWA. Hate to play the stereotype card of the large African american named Johnny would be attracted to thick white women, but that definitely appears to be the situation. The few extra pounds and curves doesn't seem to stop Bob from staring her up and down like she's a piece of steak, even though she is dating his roommate and he is literally in the room with the two of them at this very instant. Courtney doesn't even chastise Bob for his blatant staring, and instead offers her hand and a proper greeting.
Courtney: Hey Bob, I've heard alot about you from Johnny. A big shot photographer and professional wrestler, that must be really hard.
Completely oblivious Bob doesn't even notice her attempting to shake his hand, and instead just glances at her cleavage.
Bob: It's getting pretty hard yeah.
Johnny has had enough, as now he gets up from the couch and walks between his girlfriend and his roommate. With the woman out of view Bob finally regains his ability to function as a human being. Before he can say anything however Johnny turns his attention to his lady.
Johnny: Might as well head towards the car babe, if we don't get to the restaurant on time our reservations won't amount to squat.
With a smile and a nod, Courtney starts to head towards the exit, stopping briefly to address Bob one more time.
Courtney: It was nice meeting you Bob. Maybe next time we can make it a double date and you can invite your girlfriend. I think Johnny said her name was Lacey right? Try not to miss your roommate too much while we're gone. Toodles.
And with that the curvaceous blonde leaves the apartment, and Johnny glares a menacing hole through Bob. The kind of "I'll fuck you up" stare that up until now we didn't know Johnny was even capable of producing.
Johnny: I'm gonna go enjoy the night with my lady. In the meantime I expect you to do whatever it takes to get your mind on something else. Rewatch one of those videos Lacey has sent you, or hell check up on your wrestling company's webpage. Your opponent finally spoke up, and like me, he isn't amused with you any more. Might be in your best interest to get your head on straight, figure out what it is you want out of life.
Smiling Johnny walks by Bob, giving him one stern pat on the back before heading out of the apartment himself. Bob is left standing there, alone with an incredibly awkward combination of fear and arousal coursing through his veins. He takes in a deep breath and looks over at the laptop sitting closed by the couch.
Bob: What I want out of life?
He heads towards the laptop, opening it up, though it's unclear if he'll be using it to look up his opponent, or the so called love of his life.
Bob: I want it all.
After a a few minutes on the computer catching up on his opponent, as well as cranking one out to an old video of Lacey Roberts, Bob Brooks would leave the apartment himself. He would hop on a plane to Mississippi, and from there drive a rental car to the Mississippi Coliseum where in just a few nights he'll be competing against UWA's residential pimp Silver Baron. The night makes the sky dark, and there appear to be too many clouds in the sky to give proper lighting outside the arena. Bob would have liked to have brought some lights of his own, and he even thought of using the headlights from his rental to set the mood. He wasn't pleased with how it looked however, and eventually settled to use the night vision function on his camera. He's set it up on a tripod, the Mississippi Coliseum standing in the background, before taking his place in front of the camera to address his opponent, the woman of his dreams, and UWA as a whole.
Bob: Ya know, I can't pretend to have the worst problems among my peers in UWA. Some people are physically hurt, to such an extent they can't even compete right now, like my beloved Lacey Roberts. Some have loved ones that are in the arms of somebody else. Others are struggling with some sort of identity crisis, and some just want attention that they aren't getting. With all that is going on in UWA right now, cults causing trouble, a former commentator turned satanic psychopath, a monster of a world champ wrecking pretty much everything in front of him, my problems are about at the bottom of significance if I'm being honest. All that said, I can't shed any sort of light on all the chaos going on in everyone else's day to day life. I can however, vent about my current ordinary and less extreme problems, and just get a whole bunch of bitter baggage off my chest.
He takes a deep breath, and tries to find out where to start.
Bob: Silver Baron is certified mentally disabled. Not like, entering the special olympics disabled, but more lock him in a small padded room disabled. Dude doesn't know who he is, and I'm not just talking about the whole Oblivion thing. While the relationship between Baron and I is clearly a bit tense at the moment, with him being Vince's bitch and me having to put the boots to him to justify my own personal existence in this company. Still there is a soft spot I've got lingering to the pimp daddy, and even more so I can relate to his inner struggle to find himself. You see not to rehash the past too much like the other Canadian superstar in UWA who I personally looked up to at a younger age, I want to address my struggle in UWA since my very first night. I wanted to be the good guy ya know, a hero, hell maybe even a role model. Someone the kids could look up to for dealing with bullies, because that's originally why I transitioned from camera guy to wrestler, I was tired of being picked on by the physically superior superstars in the ring. I was hoping to win a few matches early, and in spectacular fashion, maybe winning the love of an attractive female coworker. Instead I got smashed in day one by some jerk barfly, and all the ladies mocked me because I wasn't afraid to admit my admiration towards their physical appearance and was honest about my desires to bed them. The only person I seemed to be fooling with my good guy act was myself, and when that didn't work, I tried to become exactly what they thought I was, a villain.
Another deep breath is taken, as Bob closes his eyes and goes over his career with UWA so far.
Bob: That didn't quite work out either. I suppose it would be like Baron just letting Oblivion take over and hoping the monster inside could carry him to greatness. Truth is that monster is just as ignorant as Baron is believing himself to be the true persona of the physical embodiment that we call Silver Baron. I tried to be wicked, but truth is compared to psychos like Michael Rivers who put a beatdown on Baron just last show, I'm a damn pacifist. I'm not some sick violent freak like him, nor am I some obsessed and unpredictable cult leader, or a thrashing behemoth like our World Champ. I'm just Bob Brooks, a guy who isn't some bright beacon of hope shining in the darkness, nor a creature from some dark pit looking to devour souls. Just like Silver Baron, I'm somewhere in the middle, a shade of grey that doesn't stand out like the others. However stand out is exactly what I plan on doing, even if I don't strike the fear into people like the rest of the roster does. I'm going to put down the so called heroes and paladins carrying their banners of righteousness and I'm going to slay the monsters and demons that look to turn UWA into the burning depths of hell. I'm going to fight my way up the ranks until I earn myself a belt and the right to call myself champion, and damn it I'm gonna get the fucking girl while I'm at it too.
When Bob finally opens his eyes, there is an unusual and unsettling twinkle in his eyes, although it could just be a side effect from the night vision.
Bob: My next step to achieve these things isn't to conquer the biggest and baddest thing walking in Sentinel. I don't have to assist The Once and Future King in dismantling a dangerous cult of weirdos. Hell I don't even have to take on the street certified gangster Vince Jones a second time. All I have to do to get one step closer to everything I need, is to smack down a fallen pimp just like those who have come before me. Once upon a time, Baron was standing towards the top of the mountain, and once upon a time I was just a scared little boy who didn't know who he was or what he wanted. Oh how things have changed. While Baron is still lost in the dark I've found all the answers I'll ever need. I know who I am, where I've come from, and where I'm going. If Baron were lucky, I'd be walking into this event half cocked and overconfident. Unfortunately for him, as far as he's fallen from grace, and how everything on paper tells me I'm actually going to win in a few nights, I'm not comfortable enough to take things easy.
He shakes his head no, then turns his back to the camera looking at the arena.
Bob: I am four days fucking early and I'll be stuck in Jackson Mississippi. No beaches full of pretty women, no Hollywood boulevards to hunt for celebrities like the rest of the paparazzi. Hell I don't even have the comfort of my studio apartment way out here. Four days early and here I am, instead of hanging out in Las Vegas using that free pass to Baron's Pleasure Dome. That enough should be a hint about how serious I'm taking this match up. How serious I'm taking my career, hell my life for that matter. For four days I'll be here, hitting the gym, studying tape, and settling myself mentally for the upcoming battle. I'm not gifted with great feats of strength, I don't have a cult following, and I am not some other worldly beast. I'm just a small man from Canada living in Hollywood and if L.A. has taught me anything it's that dreams do not come to those who wait. If I'm going to get the things I want, I've got to be proactive, I've got to go out and get them. Go out and get them like Baron isn't going out and getting whats her face who got kidnapped. Go out and get them like Baron didn't go out and get Vince Jones as his personal bitch. Monday Night, Bob Brooks starts making waves in UWA. Monday Night Bob Brooks adds fifty shades of grey to a world of black and white. Monday Night, Bob Brooks makes a stand.
With that, Bob begins to slowly walk towards the Mississippi Coliseum, as the camera fades to black.
You can almost hear a laugh track playing in the background as Bob enters the studio apartment he shares with Johnny. Shortly after walking into the building Bob lays down his keys on the nearest cheap plastic table and heads to the living room. There he expects to see his roommate watching TV, or surfing the internet on his laptop. Instead Bob walks in on Johnny making out with a woman who Bob has never met before.
Bob: Woah Johnny, what the heck is going on?
While Bob seems completely unable to handle the unexpected development, Johnny simply looks over at Bob as if this is all totally normal.
Johnny: What? This is my girlfriend Courtney. I've mentioned Courtney before.
Bob: I am like, ninety nine percent sure you haven't.
Johnny: Not likely. There is almost no way I haven't mentioned how amazing she is to you already. You probably just ignored me because it wasn't about you or your job. I think you've got selective hearing or something.
Bob: That or you are a big fat liar whose been keeping her secret.
Johnny: Not even close Robert. Not only have I told you about her atleast fifty times before, but I even sent you an email, a text message, and left a voicemail telling you that she'd be visiting today.
Not willing to admit he might be wrong, Bob immediately pulls out his phone, and checks his phone and right there on the front of the screen reads one missed call and text from a contact titled "Big John"
Bob: Whatever.
With the two boys bickering, we almost forgot about the blonde beauty sitting next to the dark stallion known as Johnny. The woman gets up from her seat, and while undoubtedly gorgeous Courtney appears to be a bit heavier than most the women who compete in UWA. Hate to play the stereotype card of the large African american named Johnny would be attracted to thick white women, but that definitely appears to be the situation. The few extra pounds and curves doesn't seem to stop Bob from staring her up and down like she's a piece of steak, even though she is dating his roommate and he is literally in the room with the two of them at this very instant. Courtney doesn't even chastise Bob for his blatant staring, and instead offers her hand and a proper greeting.
Courtney: Hey Bob, I've heard alot about you from Johnny. A big shot photographer and professional wrestler, that must be really hard.
Completely oblivious Bob doesn't even notice her attempting to shake his hand, and instead just glances at her cleavage.
Bob: It's getting pretty hard yeah.
Johnny has had enough, as now he gets up from the couch and walks between his girlfriend and his roommate. With the woman out of view Bob finally regains his ability to function as a human being. Before he can say anything however Johnny turns his attention to his lady.
Johnny: Might as well head towards the car babe, if we don't get to the restaurant on time our reservations won't amount to squat.
With a smile and a nod, Courtney starts to head towards the exit, stopping briefly to address Bob one more time.
Courtney: It was nice meeting you Bob. Maybe next time we can make it a double date and you can invite your girlfriend. I think Johnny said her name was Lacey right? Try not to miss your roommate too much while we're gone. Toodles.
And with that the curvaceous blonde leaves the apartment, and Johnny glares a menacing hole through Bob. The kind of "I'll fuck you up" stare that up until now we didn't know Johnny was even capable of producing.
Johnny: I'm gonna go enjoy the night with my lady. In the meantime I expect you to do whatever it takes to get your mind on something else. Rewatch one of those videos Lacey has sent you, or hell check up on your wrestling company's webpage. Your opponent finally spoke up, and like me, he isn't amused with you any more. Might be in your best interest to get your head on straight, figure out what it is you want out of life.
Smiling Johnny walks by Bob, giving him one stern pat on the back before heading out of the apartment himself. Bob is left standing there, alone with an incredibly awkward combination of fear and arousal coursing through his veins. He takes in a deep breath and looks over at the laptop sitting closed by the couch.
Bob: What I want out of life?
He heads towards the laptop, opening it up, though it's unclear if he'll be using it to look up his opponent, or the so called love of his life.
Bob: I want it all.
After a a few minutes on the computer catching up on his opponent, as well as cranking one out to an old video of Lacey Roberts, Bob Brooks would leave the apartment himself. He would hop on a plane to Mississippi, and from there drive a rental car to the Mississippi Coliseum where in just a few nights he'll be competing against UWA's residential pimp Silver Baron. The night makes the sky dark, and there appear to be too many clouds in the sky to give proper lighting outside the arena. Bob would have liked to have brought some lights of his own, and he even thought of using the headlights from his rental to set the mood. He wasn't pleased with how it looked however, and eventually settled to use the night vision function on his camera. He's set it up on a tripod, the Mississippi Coliseum standing in the background, before taking his place in front of the camera to address his opponent, the woman of his dreams, and UWA as a whole.
Bob: Ya know, I can't pretend to have the worst problems among my peers in UWA. Some people are physically hurt, to such an extent they can't even compete right now, like my beloved Lacey Roberts. Some have loved ones that are in the arms of somebody else. Others are struggling with some sort of identity crisis, and some just want attention that they aren't getting. With all that is going on in UWA right now, cults causing trouble, a former commentator turned satanic psychopath, a monster of a world champ wrecking pretty much everything in front of him, my problems are about at the bottom of significance if I'm being honest. All that said, I can't shed any sort of light on all the chaos going on in everyone else's day to day life. I can however, vent about my current ordinary and less extreme problems, and just get a whole bunch of bitter baggage off my chest.
He takes a deep breath, and tries to find out where to start.
Bob: Silver Baron is certified mentally disabled. Not like, entering the special olympics disabled, but more lock him in a small padded room disabled. Dude doesn't know who he is, and I'm not just talking about the whole Oblivion thing. While the relationship between Baron and I is clearly a bit tense at the moment, with him being Vince's bitch and me having to put the boots to him to justify my own personal existence in this company. Still there is a soft spot I've got lingering to the pimp daddy, and even more so I can relate to his inner struggle to find himself. You see not to rehash the past too much like the other Canadian superstar in UWA who I personally looked up to at a younger age, I want to address my struggle in UWA since my very first night. I wanted to be the good guy ya know, a hero, hell maybe even a role model. Someone the kids could look up to for dealing with bullies, because that's originally why I transitioned from camera guy to wrestler, I was tired of being picked on by the physically superior superstars in the ring. I was hoping to win a few matches early, and in spectacular fashion, maybe winning the love of an attractive female coworker. Instead I got smashed in day one by some jerk barfly, and all the ladies mocked me because I wasn't afraid to admit my admiration towards their physical appearance and was honest about my desires to bed them. The only person I seemed to be fooling with my good guy act was myself, and when that didn't work, I tried to become exactly what they thought I was, a villain.
Another deep breath is taken, as Bob closes his eyes and goes over his career with UWA so far.
Bob: That didn't quite work out either. I suppose it would be like Baron just letting Oblivion take over and hoping the monster inside could carry him to greatness. Truth is that monster is just as ignorant as Baron is believing himself to be the true persona of the physical embodiment that we call Silver Baron. I tried to be wicked, but truth is compared to psychos like Michael Rivers who put a beatdown on Baron just last show, I'm a damn pacifist. I'm not some sick violent freak like him, nor am I some obsessed and unpredictable cult leader, or a thrashing behemoth like our World Champ. I'm just Bob Brooks, a guy who isn't some bright beacon of hope shining in the darkness, nor a creature from some dark pit looking to devour souls. Just like Silver Baron, I'm somewhere in the middle, a shade of grey that doesn't stand out like the others. However stand out is exactly what I plan on doing, even if I don't strike the fear into people like the rest of the roster does. I'm going to put down the so called heroes and paladins carrying their banners of righteousness and I'm going to slay the monsters and demons that look to turn UWA into the burning depths of hell. I'm going to fight my way up the ranks until I earn myself a belt and the right to call myself champion, and damn it I'm gonna get the fucking girl while I'm at it too.
When Bob finally opens his eyes, there is an unusual and unsettling twinkle in his eyes, although it could just be a side effect from the night vision.
Bob: My next step to achieve these things isn't to conquer the biggest and baddest thing walking in Sentinel. I don't have to assist The Once and Future King in dismantling a dangerous cult of weirdos. Hell I don't even have to take on the street certified gangster Vince Jones a second time. All I have to do to get one step closer to everything I need, is to smack down a fallen pimp just like those who have come before me. Once upon a time, Baron was standing towards the top of the mountain, and once upon a time I was just a scared little boy who didn't know who he was or what he wanted. Oh how things have changed. While Baron is still lost in the dark I've found all the answers I'll ever need. I know who I am, where I've come from, and where I'm going. If Baron were lucky, I'd be walking into this event half cocked and overconfident. Unfortunately for him, as far as he's fallen from grace, and how everything on paper tells me I'm actually going to win in a few nights, I'm not comfortable enough to take things easy.
He shakes his head no, then turns his back to the camera looking at the arena.
Bob: I am four days fucking early and I'll be stuck in Jackson Mississippi. No beaches full of pretty women, no Hollywood boulevards to hunt for celebrities like the rest of the paparazzi. Hell I don't even have the comfort of my studio apartment way out here. Four days early and here I am, instead of hanging out in Las Vegas using that free pass to Baron's Pleasure Dome. That enough should be a hint about how serious I'm taking this match up. How serious I'm taking my career, hell my life for that matter. For four days I'll be here, hitting the gym, studying tape, and settling myself mentally for the upcoming battle. I'm not gifted with great feats of strength, I don't have a cult following, and I am not some other worldly beast. I'm just a small man from Canada living in Hollywood and if L.A. has taught me anything it's that dreams do not come to those who wait. If I'm going to get the things I want, I've got to be proactive, I've got to go out and get them. Go out and get them like Baron isn't going out and getting whats her face who got kidnapped. Go out and get them like Baron didn't go out and get Vince Jones as his personal bitch. Monday Night, Bob Brooks starts making waves in UWA. Monday Night Bob Brooks adds fifty shades of grey to a world of black and white. Monday Night, Bob Brooks makes a stand.
With that, Bob begins to slowly walk towards the Mississippi Coliseum, as the camera fades to black.