Post by photographerbob on Jul 9, 2015 10:40:49 GMT -6
Bob: It ain't like that man.
Usually after the show ends on any given Mayhem Bob would head back towards California, where his studio apartment and roommate Johnny would wait for him. This go around Bob broke the normal routine, instead heading out from one hotel to another. While not quite in Tunica where his next match will take place, Bob is resting in a cheap hotel room in a small town most GPS systems don't even know exists. He's laying on the bed talking on his phone with Johnny, whose voice we can hear through the speaker phone.
Johnny: So you telling me you hiding out in the middle of nowhere Mississippi has nothing to do with me having Courtney over at the apartment?
Courtney is Johnny's newly acquainted girlfriend, and when Bob met her Johnny threatened to beat him into a messy pulp of blood and flesh if he didn't act right around her.
Bob: I didn't say it had nothing to do with her, I'm just saying it ain't how you think it is.
Johnny: It sounds like you are telling me your hormones are so out of control you can't even be in the same room as me and her without treating her like some sort of stripper you get to ogle like them ladies at Baron's Pleasure Dome.
Bob: I get that I sort of stared her up and down when I first saw her, and honestly I can't promise I'd never take a peek at her in certain situations, but that ain't why I'm avoiding the two of you Johnny.
Johnny: Then fill me in man, because you aren't making any sense to me right now.
There is a pause in the conversation, as Bob takes in a deep breath and tries to think of just how to phrase the situation.
Bob: Here is the thing Johnny, you've always been fair to me and I wish nothing but the world for you, and that includes finding love with your thick as fuck girlfriend. The problem is with me man, like jealousy I guess.
Johnny: If you trying to tell me what I think you trying to tell me then maybe it is good you didn't come home this time. You make a move on my girl and we gonna have trouble Bob.
Bob: It ain't your girl I want Johnny. I want WHAT you have, not WHO you have. I have a soulmate of my own Johnny, Lacey Roberts.
Johnny: Not this shit again. Lets be real Bob, when is the last time you even heard from her?
Bob: That is my point Johnny. Thanks to that hack of a television champion Amy Zing, I haven't seen or heard from my goddess in what feels like an eternity. I come home, and I'll see you snuggling up with your lady, and I'll get to thinking about how I could be snuggling with Lacey if she weren't recovering in some hospital somewhere.
Johnny: Didn't they say it was just a stinger? She's probably not even in a hospital Bob.
Bob: Then why hasn't she contacted me Johnny? She's obviously in an excruciating amount of pain and is keeping her distance from me so she won't feel like a burden to me. Honestly it's a very noble sentiment on her part. Our love has been put on hold and it's all that Amy fucking Zing's fault. So yeah, I won't be home for a while.
Johnny: I think your a little unfocused Bob. Amy isn't who you should be thinking about right now, and before you say anything, Lacey isn't either.
Rolling over to his stomach, Bob reaches for something under the bed.
Bob: I get what your saying Johnny, always so damn professional.
Johnny: Just saying Bob, I know how easily you lose your focus and this upcoming match is huge for you.
Bob: You don't have to tell me about it Johnny, I've got plenty of reasons to pay attention to this match. I mean for starters I'm facing Vince Jones, who ya know, tried to break me for good in our first encounter. Not sure what is worse now that I think about it, the idea that Vince almost ended my career prematurely or the fact that Amy Zing of all people was responsible for prolonging it. That said I got most of that bitterness out of my system last time we squared off.
Beneath the bed was a black duffle bag. Bob lays it on the bed in front of him, and begins to pull out various camera pieces.
Johnny: Well that might not be so good Bob, you brought that bitterness into the rematch and it seemed to serve you quite well.
Bob: Yeah it got me the fuckin win didn't it? Don't worry too much though, I've got plenty of new bitterness to carry into our rubber match. I mean last we square off, I pick up the double-u and next damn show Vinny is casually strolling himself into Sentinel's business. He loses, I win, but because he's this smooth talking wave making troublemaker he ends up getting a crack at Sentinel and the World Champ.
Johnny: I'm not sure I'd complain about avoiding a battle with that Goliath Sentinel, dude is ANGRY.
Bob: You yourself are a big hulk of a man Johnny.
Johnny: I'm a lover not a fighter Bob. Just because I pack as much muscle as that guy don't mean I would want to find myself in a tussle with him.
Bob: Yeah well it isn't exactly about Sentinel anyway, it's about the strap he's got, and the fact that Vince is getting the next crack at it. I beat him, I BEAT HIM and he's headed towards a match for the World fucking title, meanwhile I haven't been offered a shot at any fucking title at all.
Johnny: You are sharing the main event spot with him, that's something right?
Bob: Not because I deserve it, which I totally do. I am put in this main event as an opportunity for Vince to redeem himself. I get the idea that the higher ups were already looking at Vinny as the contender for the big prize before I got my rematch with him, and just like Jones they thought it was a forgone conclusion I'd lose. So when I didn't, I put a big fat fucking stain on their contender, and this is them trying to remove that stain by offering me up to him on the main event.
With a fierceness that is unneeded for mere cleaning, Bob begins to take a small rag and vigorously polishes the lens to his camera.
Johnny: Well you got the upset last time and played spoiler, no reason you can't do it again.
Bob: You are damn right there isn't. In fact, fuck this waiting in my room playing with myself bullshit.
Johnny: Didn't need to know what you've been doing in your downtime Bob.
Bob: I'm a get off this bed, set my camera up, and remind everyone that Bob Brooks has beaten Vince Jones. I'm gonna record a video and tell the world Bob Brooks is gonna do it again.
Johnny: That a boy Bob. You hold on to that anger man, you bottle it up as long as you can, and you unleash it all over Vince Jones' face.
With that, Johnny ends the call. Bob begins to grab all the pieces he'll need from the bag in front of him, and gets off the bed. A few minutes pass and Bob sets up the camera on a tripod in the parking lot. He's standing in front of a brick wall that gives us no clues of where Bob is located or what hotel he's staying in. The destination isn't important, and honestly neither is the backdrop. Bob stands dead center in the camera's view, a bright light far above him shining down putting him in a spotlight that funnels all of our attention to Bob, and only Bob.
Bob: In case some of you forgot, which appears to be the case more often than not, my name is Bob Brooks. I have one of the best winning streaks not just currently in UWA, but among all winning streaks in UWA history. One of those victories happens to be over my upcoming opponent and number one contender for the World Title, Vincent Jones.
Immediately after mentioning his accomplishment a smug smile creeps up on Bob's face.
Bob: You heard right, me, little old Bob Brooks defeated the big bad wolf in Vince Jones. Don't get it twisted, Vince is a legitimate tough guy, a certified B.A.M.F. even. Most of the time big bad huffs and puffs and blows his opponents down. Hell once upon a time this little prince was one of those that got blown away. Not last time though, last time I was the brick wall the big bad number one contender couldn't get through. So with us being tied at one a piece, some might think this match is even Steven, a coin toss where we have an equal chance of winning. A few people who base their opinions on appearance alone will tell you my last conquest over Vince Jones was a fluke and he's gonna run through me like a hot knife through butter. Me, I know the truth. Me beating Vince last time was no fluke, and I'll prove it by beating him again I am certain. Wanna know how I'm so certain?
With each passing sentence Bob looks more and more confident, nothing like the Bob Brooks who first stepped foot in UWA.
Bob: It ain't because Vince Jones isn't good. Vince Jones is fuckin great, and has been since he first arrived in UWA. Problem is, while great he is, Vince Jones is only as great as he ever was. He is one of those gifted athletes who just naturally gets this business, which is both his best asset and greatest curse. The dude hasn't improved much at all in his stay here, he hasn't grown up even an inch. He's stubborn, and while talented, he's drank way too much of his own Kool-aid. A big part of me winning last time was Vince underestimating me, and any other competitor on the roster would have taken that last loss and been humbled by it. They would take me more seriously next go around, sharpen their game, and better themselves. Not Vince though, man is too egotistical to admit I got the better of him. I'm not sure what his excuse will be, he was sick, the light was in his eyes, he got distracted by a bitch.
That last excuse does hold water, as Silver Baron did get involved in the last match up between Bob and Vince.
Bob: Doesn't matter what it is Vince tells himself to pander to his own arrogance, point is he has learned nothing from our last encounter. He's the same guy who both kicked my ass, and got laid the fuck out in our previous battles. Me however, I keep getting better every single day. Each week it seems like I'm running a little bit faster and a little bit longer. I'm setting new personal bests in the gym and my ability to respond to situations in the ring are becoming second nature. While Vince Jones has reached his peak and is now plateaued I continue to grow ad improve. We've all seen Vince Jones' potential and impressive as it is, I am just beginning to tap into mine. During the sequel I showed the world I can hang with you Vincent, this trilogy ends with me showing that I'm capable of far surpassing you.
The light above Bob flickers for a moment, and every split second it goes out it appears that Bob gets just a little bit closer to the camera, until all we can see is a close up of Bob's face.
Bob: When that hussy that follows you around says you should go to the gym instead of flirting with those other floozies she isn't just being a jealous skank. When Reno tells you to take this one serious he isn't just nagging you Vince. Everyone is starting to see things for what they really are. When we square off for a third time, the rest of the world is going to catch up to where I'm at. One by one I'm gonna convince the world that I am your better. By the end of it all everyone is gonna know what's coming but you Vince, you are going to be the last person to accept just how talented and dangerous Bob Brooks has become, and by then, it'll be too late. You'll be flat on your back, blinded by the lights, deafened by the sound of the ref slapping his hand to the mat for a third time. Your soul crushed by the sound of Jamie announcing me as the winner yet again. Then, even if you go on to face Sentinel for the grandest prize in the company, hell even if you win it and hold it high above your head, in the back of your mind, behind your false ego and feigned arrogance, you'll know who the better man really is.
With a smile and a wink, Bob shuts the camera off and everything goes black.
Usually after the show ends on any given Mayhem Bob would head back towards California, where his studio apartment and roommate Johnny would wait for him. This go around Bob broke the normal routine, instead heading out from one hotel to another. While not quite in Tunica where his next match will take place, Bob is resting in a cheap hotel room in a small town most GPS systems don't even know exists. He's laying on the bed talking on his phone with Johnny, whose voice we can hear through the speaker phone.
Johnny: So you telling me you hiding out in the middle of nowhere Mississippi has nothing to do with me having Courtney over at the apartment?
Courtney is Johnny's newly acquainted girlfriend, and when Bob met her Johnny threatened to beat him into a messy pulp of blood and flesh if he didn't act right around her.
Bob: I didn't say it had nothing to do with her, I'm just saying it ain't how you think it is.
Johnny: It sounds like you are telling me your hormones are so out of control you can't even be in the same room as me and her without treating her like some sort of stripper you get to ogle like them ladies at Baron's Pleasure Dome.
Bob: I get that I sort of stared her up and down when I first saw her, and honestly I can't promise I'd never take a peek at her in certain situations, but that ain't why I'm avoiding the two of you Johnny.
Johnny: Then fill me in man, because you aren't making any sense to me right now.
There is a pause in the conversation, as Bob takes in a deep breath and tries to think of just how to phrase the situation.
Bob: Here is the thing Johnny, you've always been fair to me and I wish nothing but the world for you, and that includes finding love with your thick as fuck girlfriend. The problem is with me man, like jealousy I guess.
Johnny: If you trying to tell me what I think you trying to tell me then maybe it is good you didn't come home this time. You make a move on my girl and we gonna have trouble Bob.
Bob: It ain't your girl I want Johnny. I want WHAT you have, not WHO you have. I have a soulmate of my own Johnny, Lacey Roberts.
Johnny: Not this shit again. Lets be real Bob, when is the last time you even heard from her?
Bob: That is my point Johnny. Thanks to that hack of a television champion Amy Zing, I haven't seen or heard from my goddess in what feels like an eternity. I come home, and I'll see you snuggling up with your lady, and I'll get to thinking about how I could be snuggling with Lacey if she weren't recovering in some hospital somewhere.
Johnny: Didn't they say it was just a stinger? She's probably not even in a hospital Bob.
Bob: Then why hasn't she contacted me Johnny? She's obviously in an excruciating amount of pain and is keeping her distance from me so she won't feel like a burden to me. Honestly it's a very noble sentiment on her part. Our love has been put on hold and it's all that Amy fucking Zing's fault. So yeah, I won't be home for a while.
Johnny: I think your a little unfocused Bob. Amy isn't who you should be thinking about right now, and before you say anything, Lacey isn't either.
Rolling over to his stomach, Bob reaches for something under the bed.
Bob: I get what your saying Johnny, always so damn professional.
Johnny: Just saying Bob, I know how easily you lose your focus and this upcoming match is huge for you.
Bob: You don't have to tell me about it Johnny, I've got plenty of reasons to pay attention to this match. I mean for starters I'm facing Vince Jones, who ya know, tried to break me for good in our first encounter. Not sure what is worse now that I think about it, the idea that Vince almost ended my career prematurely or the fact that Amy Zing of all people was responsible for prolonging it. That said I got most of that bitterness out of my system last time we squared off.
Beneath the bed was a black duffle bag. Bob lays it on the bed in front of him, and begins to pull out various camera pieces.
Johnny: Well that might not be so good Bob, you brought that bitterness into the rematch and it seemed to serve you quite well.
Bob: Yeah it got me the fuckin win didn't it? Don't worry too much though, I've got plenty of new bitterness to carry into our rubber match. I mean last we square off, I pick up the double-u and next damn show Vinny is casually strolling himself into Sentinel's business. He loses, I win, but because he's this smooth talking wave making troublemaker he ends up getting a crack at Sentinel and the World Champ.
Johnny: I'm not sure I'd complain about avoiding a battle with that Goliath Sentinel, dude is ANGRY.
Bob: You yourself are a big hulk of a man Johnny.
Johnny: I'm a lover not a fighter Bob. Just because I pack as much muscle as that guy don't mean I would want to find myself in a tussle with him.
Bob: Yeah well it isn't exactly about Sentinel anyway, it's about the strap he's got, and the fact that Vince is getting the next crack at it. I beat him, I BEAT HIM and he's headed towards a match for the World fucking title, meanwhile I haven't been offered a shot at any fucking title at all.
Johnny: You are sharing the main event spot with him, that's something right?
Bob: Not because I deserve it, which I totally do. I am put in this main event as an opportunity for Vince to redeem himself. I get the idea that the higher ups were already looking at Vinny as the contender for the big prize before I got my rematch with him, and just like Jones they thought it was a forgone conclusion I'd lose. So when I didn't, I put a big fat fucking stain on their contender, and this is them trying to remove that stain by offering me up to him on the main event.
With a fierceness that is unneeded for mere cleaning, Bob begins to take a small rag and vigorously polishes the lens to his camera.
Johnny: Well you got the upset last time and played spoiler, no reason you can't do it again.
Bob: You are damn right there isn't. In fact, fuck this waiting in my room playing with myself bullshit.
Johnny: Didn't need to know what you've been doing in your downtime Bob.
Bob: I'm a get off this bed, set my camera up, and remind everyone that Bob Brooks has beaten Vince Jones. I'm gonna record a video and tell the world Bob Brooks is gonna do it again.
Johnny: That a boy Bob. You hold on to that anger man, you bottle it up as long as you can, and you unleash it all over Vince Jones' face.
With that, Johnny ends the call. Bob begins to grab all the pieces he'll need from the bag in front of him, and gets off the bed. A few minutes pass and Bob sets up the camera on a tripod in the parking lot. He's standing in front of a brick wall that gives us no clues of where Bob is located or what hotel he's staying in. The destination isn't important, and honestly neither is the backdrop. Bob stands dead center in the camera's view, a bright light far above him shining down putting him in a spotlight that funnels all of our attention to Bob, and only Bob.
Bob: In case some of you forgot, which appears to be the case more often than not, my name is Bob Brooks. I have one of the best winning streaks not just currently in UWA, but among all winning streaks in UWA history. One of those victories happens to be over my upcoming opponent and number one contender for the World Title, Vincent Jones.
Immediately after mentioning his accomplishment a smug smile creeps up on Bob's face.
Bob: You heard right, me, little old Bob Brooks defeated the big bad wolf in Vince Jones. Don't get it twisted, Vince is a legitimate tough guy, a certified B.A.M.F. even. Most of the time big bad huffs and puffs and blows his opponents down. Hell once upon a time this little prince was one of those that got blown away. Not last time though, last time I was the brick wall the big bad number one contender couldn't get through. So with us being tied at one a piece, some might think this match is even Steven, a coin toss where we have an equal chance of winning. A few people who base their opinions on appearance alone will tell you my last conquest over Vince Jones was a fluke and he's gonna run through me like a hot knife through butter. Me, I know the truth. Me beating Vince last time was no fluke, and I'll prove it by beating him again I am certain. Wanna know how I'm so certain?
With each passing sentence Bob looks more and more confident, nothing like the Bob Brooks who first stepped foot in UWA.
Bob: It ain't because Vince Jones isn't good. Vince Jones is fuckin great, and has been since he first arrived in UWA. Problem is, while great he is, Vince Jones is only as great as he ever was. He is one of those gifted athletes who just naturally gets this business, which is both his best asset and greatest curse. The dude hasn't improved much at all in his stay here, he hasn't grown up even an inch. He's stubborn, and while talented, he's drank way too much of his own Kool-aid. A big part of me winning last time was Vince underestimating me, and any other competitor on the roster would have taken that last loss and been humbled by it. They would take me more seriously next go around, sharpen their game, and better themselves. Not Vince though, man is too egotistical to admit I got the better of him. I'm not sure what his excuse will be, he was sick, the light was in his eyes, he got distracted by a bitch.
That last excuse does hold water, as Silver Baron did get involved in the last match up between Bob and Vince.
Bob: Doesn't matter what it is Vince tells himself to pander to his own arrogance, point is he has learned nothing from our last encounter. He's the same guy who both kicked my ass, and got laid the fuck out in our previous battles. Me however, I keep getting better every single day. Each week it seems like I'm running a little bit faster and a little bit longer. I'm setting new personal bests in the gym and my ability to respond to situations in the ring are becoming second nature. While Vince Jones has reached his peak and is now plateaued I continue to grow ad improve. We've all seen Vince Jones' potential and impressive as it is, I am just beginning to tap into mine. During the sequel I showed the world I can hang with you Vincent, this trilogy ends with me showing that I'm capable of far surpassing you.
The light above Bob flickers for a moment, and every split second it goes out it appears that Bob gets just a little bit closer to the camera, until all we can see is a close up of Bob's face.
Bob: When that hussy that follows you around says you should go to the gym instead of flirting with those other floozies she isn't just being a jealous skank. When Reno tells you to take this one serious he isn't just nagging you Vince. Everyone is starting to see things for what they really are. When we square off for a third time, the rest of the world is going to catch up to where I'm at. One by one I'm gonna convince the world that I am your better. By the end of it all everyone is gonna know what's coming but you Vince, you are going to be the last person to accept just how talented and dangerous Bob Brooks has become, and by then, it'll be too late. You'll be flat on your back, blinded by the lights, deafened by the sound of the ref slapping his hand to the mat for a third time. Your soul crushed by the sound of Jamie announcing me as the winner yet again. Then, even if you go on to face Sentinel for the grandest prize in the company, hell even if you win it and hold it high above your head, in the back of your mind, behind your false ego and feigned arrogance, you'll know who the better man really is.
With a smile and a wink, Bob shuts the camera off and everything goes black.