Post by photographerbob on Jul 16, 2015 23:33:38 GMT -6
The scene fades in to show Bob running in a local park. His white shirt is soaked in sweat, as his run begins to slow down into a slow jog. Soon after Bob stops altogether, and shortly after his phone begins to ring. He pulls his phone out and brings it to his ear.
Bob: Johnny tell me what you've found out man.
As he listens to whatever it is his roommate is telling him, an attractive female jogger runs by him. Bob, being who he is, can't help but to blatantly check out the jogger, smiling as he stares a hole through her ass. He almost forgets he's on the phone for a minute, until something Johnny says gets his attention.
Bob: You think he's out clubbing? Are there even any clubs in this town?
Another pause in the action, as Bob wipes some sweat off his face and listens to what Johnny has to say.
Bob: I know I said I expected him to overlook me again but hell, I didn't expect him to be out getting hammered and causing trouble in the party scene. I mean I actually haven't heard a word from him since the bout was booked. You sure your sources are reliable? Maybe it was just some Vince Jones lookalike partying up.
Another good looking woman passes by Bob, and just like before Bob's lack of self control forces him to look.
Bob: God damn I love whoever invented yoga pants. So you say his woman or whatever she is to him caused a ruckus then? Yeah, no it all sounds pretty solid man. I'm not even sure if I'm as mad as I thought I'd be, I feel more disappointed really. If I can't get a man I just beat like a month ago to take me seriously I'm gonna have to really step my game up.
While Johnny replies Bob surveys the area, looking to see what he could possibly do at the park to increase his work out.
Bob: Don't worry man I'll get another video sent in to get the attention of UWA in a bit, but first I gotta get a bit more exercise in. Cardio is good but I need to get a little more muscle to contend with that big drunken douchebag Vince ya know. Anyways thanks for looking into him for me, enjoy that thick girl of yours Johnny, but while your making that booty clap do me a favor and have her call you Bob.
We can't hear what words are being said, but the sudden rise in tone would lead us to believe Johnny didn't enjoy Bob's statement about his girlfriend.
Bob: Yeah I love you too man, take care.
Johnny is still screaming through the phone when Bob hangs up on him. Spotting something he thinks can help Bob walks off towards a third woman trying to enjoy her time at the park. Still covered in sweat he heads towards the woman and taps her on the shoulder.
Bob: Hi, Bob Brooks, part time photographer full time ass kicking wrestler. I was wondering if you could do me a favor.
Lady: Um, never heard of you, and I'm not interested in posing for your camera so you can add to your spank bank or whatever.
The woman assumes Bob is a complete perverse predator, which isn't uncommon or even completely wrong for that matter. Still photography isn't Bob's goal at this time.
Bob: Oh no my camera isn't necessary at all. You see I was hoping to get some lifting done today but forgot to bring any weights with me. I was wondering if you would allow me to like, curl you or put you on my shoulders to do squats or whatever. Looking around the park you appear to be the heaviest woman here right now.
The woman's eyes go wide as she pulls her hand back and swings it as hard as she can slapping Bob so hard it leaves a bright red hand print on his cheek. [/color]
Lady: Fuck off asshole.
In a fit of rage the woman storms away from Bob, which gives him a good chance to check out her ass. He rubs his face and shrugs his shoulders, and would later try again with another woman, then another, and another. Each time Bob would fail at convincing any of the women to let him even touch them, which frustrated Bob, and reminded him how much he had missed the one woman who had given him any kind of positive reinforcement, Lacey Roberts. After being put down over and over again at the park, Bob would finally head back to his apartment, where he'd once again set up his camera in the parking lot to address his upcoming opponent, the fans who would watch his match, and those in charge of choosing what lies next for him in his wrestling career.
Bob: Well I originally planned to use this moment to respond to my opponent Vince Jones. I would have and could have countered any argument he could have made about him deserving his spot as number one contender over me. Any petty insults he could have sent my way would have been twisted and torn apart and sent back his way with twice the viciousness and venom he had originally put into them. I mean last time he wanted to be mean to me he compared me to a man who taught so many people about the joy of painting. Bob Ross is a mother fucking treasure and I hope he's in heaven right now fucking a bunch of hot horny bitches while painting happy little bushes on their backs and titties.
For a moment Bob is distracted at the idea of paint-fucking, or whatever it would be called. But soon he remembers why he can't start this video how he'd like to.
Bob: That said I can't respond to any of Vince's words so far, because Vince mother fuckin' Jones has been AWOL since the last show. Dude who has been gifted the opportunity to compete for the World Title, the belt whose holder becomes the face of the entire company, can't be bothered to take five minutes out of his super busy day to promote our match, or himself, or the company, or any of that boring stuff that makes UWA as a whole grow. Really makes you want to support the guy in his endeavor to climb to the top right?
Sarcasm drips off of Bob's tongue as he continues his heated words towards his opponent.
Bob: Is is midway through July. The year of twenty-fifteen is halfway over already, and Bob Brooks has one loss in it. One loss halfway through the year, one loss that I have already avenged and will once again if Vince actually shows up to the ring, and I haven't gotten a single opportunity even close to being named number one contender for the biggest prize in the company. I haven't been given a crack at the tag team champions, whom I've defeated this year. I haven't been given a shot at the North American Championship which was once held by two people, one of which was a giant teddy bear. Hell a chick whose lost more than she's won and who has already held the damned title before got to steal to Television Championship from my beloved Lacey Roberts, while I've been thrown in the middle of the pack to be forgotten. What kind of world is that huh? When the hard working guy who busts his ass in the gym or at the park or even doing push ups and situps in his hotel room to improve himself is ignored and the guy who goes out getting shitfaced trying to catch some disease from club sluts gets a rocket strapped to his ass and shot to the top of the company?
Having all his hard work being overlooked by his bosses, getting booed by the fans, and dealing with his love interest Lacey being injured seems to be wearing on Bob's patience. He starts to pace back and forth as he continues to vent his frustrations.
Bob: Everything is going to be okay though. You see when I first got here I wasn't the most technically sound competitor on the roster. As time went on I would learn and improve. I have figured out how to focus on my strengths while weeding out my weaknesses. I've gotten a pretty good handle on the in ring aspects of this business, and now that I can handle myself against the so called killers in this company I'm getting the time to learn how this business works outside of the ring. There are plenty of ways to get noticed and move the needle so to speak. Some people kiss up to the boss, but Bob Brooks ain't smooching no ass any time soon. Others sell merchandise like shirts and hats to the fans, but as far as I'm concerned that's just choosing a different butt to press your lips against. Then there is the mob warfare approach, UWA has had more than it's fair share or gangs and cults and other groups of equally minded ass monkeys. With Lacey on the sidelines though I can't think of many who would have my back and fight for me, but don't worry Bob has an ace up his sleeve and you'll all be seeing alot more of Bob in the near future then anyone else had planned.
There is definitely an evil scheme in the mind of Bob, who starts to smile and lick his lips like a hungry lion stalking it's prey.
Bob: Let's not jump the gun however. First thing is first, the easiest and most obvious path to getting noticed. Main event, the first ever for little ole Bob Brooks. Facing a man that is portrayed as a man capable of being the top guy, whether it was intended or not this is a massive opportunity for me. I've already spoiled the Vince Jones party once, I won't hesitate for a second to do it again. This isn't some undercard spot that can be swept under the rug, not a situation where it will be overshadowed by some crazy event happening afterwards. No, Bob Brooks has the chance to close out the show with his hand in the air, and his opponent on the canvas. The lights go off, the show fades out, and the last thing people see is a victorious Bob Brooks. That gives our fans two weeks, two whole weeks to think about me and my role here in the company. So while there are other gears being put into motion, other plans of attack and angles to strike from, slapping that smug look off of Vince Jones' face is priority one. And after I do that, the rest should just fall into place. The boss man will have to give me the props I deserve, maybe a raise in pay so Johnny and I aren't struggling to make rent. A title shot or two would be a nice show of appreciation for the work I put in, and who knows, maybe even the ladies of UWA will realize what Lacey Roberts realized all along, that Bob Brooks is a catch. For Vince's sake, I hope he's having the time of his life. Partying with celebrities, banging promiscuous groupie after groupie, the works. Because in a few short days I am gonna embarrass him in front of everyone that matters. I'll cripple his confidence, shatter his soul, and leave him just barely capable of standing long enough for Sentinel to crush whatever else is left. Then, who knows what happens. All I know is I'm about to break through the glass ceiling that has been holding me down, then after that, anything is possible. The sky's the limit, and at Mayhem, former camera guy Bob Brooks gets the spotlight shined on him.
With a wink, and slamming his fist into his other hand, Bob nods at the camera as everything fades to black.
Bob: Johnny tell me what you've found out man.
As he listens to whatever it is his roommate is telling him, an attractive female jogger runs by him. Bob, being who he is, can't help but to blatantly check out the jogger, smiling as he stares a hole through her ass. He almost forgets he's on the phone for a minute, until something Johnny says gets his attention.
Bob: You think he's out clubbing? Are there even any clubs in this town?
Another pause in the action, as Bob wipes some sweat off his face and listens to what Johnny has to say.
Bob: I know I said I expected him to overlook me again but hell, I didn't expect him to be out getting hammered and causing trouble in the party scene. I mean I actually haven't heard a word from him since the bout was booked. You sure your sources are reliable? Maybe it was just some Vince Jones lookalike partying up.
Another good looking woman passes by Bob, and just like before Bob's lack of self control forces him to look.
Bob: God damn I love whoever invented yoga pants. So you say his woman or whatever she is to him caused a ruckus then? Yeah, no it all sounds pretty solid man. I'm not even sure if I'm as mad as I thought I'd be, I feel more disappointed really. If I can't get a man I just beat like a month ago to take me seriously I'm gonna have to really step my game up.
While Johnny replies Bob surveys the area, looking to see what he could possibly do at the park to increase his work out.
Bob: Don't worry man I'll get another video sent in to get the attention of UWA in a bit, but first I gotta get a bit more exercise in. Cardio is good but I need to get a little more muscle to contend with that big drunken douchebag Vince ya know. Anyways thanks for looking into him for me, enjoy that thick girl of yours Johnny, but while your making that booty clap do me a favor and have her call you Bob.
We can't hear what words are being said, but the sudden rise in tone would lead us to believe Johnny didn't enjoy Bob's statement about his girlfriend.
Bob: Yeah I love you too man, take care.
Johnny is still screaming through the phone when Bob hangs up on him. Spotting something he thinks can help Bob walks off towards a third woman trying to enjoy her time at the park. Still covered in sweat he heads towards the woman and taps her on the shoulder.
Bob: Hi, Bob Brooks, part time photographer full time ass kicking wrestler. I was wondering if you could do me a favor.
Lady: Um, never heard of you, and I'm not interested in posing for your camera so you can add to your spank bank or whatever.
The woman assumes Bob is a complete perverse predator, which isn't uncommon or even completely wrong for that matter. Still photography isn't Bob's goal at this time.
Bob: Oh no my camera isn't necessary at all. You see I was hoping to get some lifting done today but forgot to bring any weights with me. I was wondering if you would allow me to like, curl you or put you on my shoulders to do squats or whatever. Looking around the park you appear to be the heaviest woman here right now.
The woman's eyes go wide as she pulls her hand back and swings it as hard as she can slapping Bob so hard it leaves a bright red hand print on his cheek. [/color]
Lady: Fuck off asshole.
In a fit of rage the woman storms away from Bob, which gives him a good chance to check out her ass. He rubs his face and shrugs his shoulders, and would later try again with another woman, then another, and another. Each time Bob would fail at convincing any of the women to let him even touch them, which frustrated Bob, and reminded him how much he had missed the one woman who had given him any kind of positive reinforcement, Lacey Roberts. After being put down over and over again at the park, Bob would finally head back to his apartment, where he'd once again set up his camera in the parking lot to address his upcoming opponent, the fans who would watch his match, and those in charge of choosing what lies next for him in his wrestling career.
Bob: Well I originally planned to use this moment to respond to my opponent Vince Jones. I would have and could have countered any argument he could have made about him deserving his spot as number one contender over me. Any petty insults he could have sent my way would have been twisted and torn apart and sent back his way with twice the viciousness and venom he had originally put into them. I mean last time he wanted to be mean to me he compared me to a man who taught so many people about the joy of painting. Bob Ross is a mother fucking treasure and I hope he's in heaven right now fucking a bunch of hot horny bitches while painting happy little bushes on their backs and titties.
For a moment Bob is distracted at the idea of paint-fucking, or whatever it would be called. But soon he remembers why he can't start this video how he'd like to.
Bob: That said I can't respond to any of Vince's words so far, because Vince mother fuckin' Jones has been AWOL since the last show. Dude who has been gifted the opportunity to compete for the World Title, the belt whose holder becomes the face of the entire company, can't be bothered to take five minutes out of his super busy day to promote our match, or himself, or the company, or any of that boring stuff that makes UWA as a whole grow. Really makes you want to support the guy in his endeavor to climb to the top right?
Sarcasm drips off of Bob's tongue as he continues his heated words towards his opponent.
Bob: Is is midway through July. The year of twenty-fifteen is halfway over already, and Bob Brooks has one loss in it. One loss halfway through the year, one loss that I have already avenged and will once again if Vince actually shows up to the ring, and I haven't gotten a single opportunity even close to being named number one contender for the biggest prize in the company. I haven't been given a crack at the tag team champions, whom I've defeated this year. I haven't been given a shot at the North American Championship which was once held by two people, one of which was a giant teddy bear. Hell a chick whose lost more than she's won and who has already held the damned title before got to steal to Television Championship from my beloved Lacey Roberts, while I've been thrown in the middle of the pack to be forgotten. What kind of world is that huh? When the hard working guy who busts his ass in the gym or at the park or even doing push ups and situps in his hotel room to improve himself is ignored and the guy who goes out getting shitfaced trying to catch some disease from club sluts gets a rocket strapped to his ass and shot to the top of the company?
Having all his hard work being overlooked by his bosses, getting booed by the fans, and dealing with his love interest Lacey being injured seems to be wearing on Bob's patience. He starts to pace back and forth as he continues to vent his frustrations.
Bob: Everything is going to be okay though. You see when I first got here I wasn't the most technically sound competitor on the roster. As time went on I would learn and improve. I have figured out how to focus on my strengths while weeding out my weaknesses. I've gotten a pretty good handle on the in ring aspects of this business, and now that I can handle myself against the so called killers in this company I'm getting the time to learn how this business works outside of the ring. There are plenty of ways to get noticed and move the needle so to speak. Some people kiss up to the boss, but Bob Brooks ain't smooching no ass any time soon. Others sell merchandise like shirts and hats to the fans, but as far as I'm concerned that's just choosing a different butt to press your lips against. Then there is the mob warfare approach, UWA has had more than it's fair share or gangs and cults and other groups of equally minded ass monkeys. With Lacey on the sidelines though I can't think of many who would have my back and fight for me, but don't worry Bob has an ace up his sleeve and you'll all be seeing alot more of Bob in the near future then anyone else had planned.
There is definitely an evil scheme in the mind of Bob, who starts to smile and lick his lips like a hungry lion stalking it's prey.
Bob: Let's not jump the gun however. First thing is first, the easiest and most obvious path to getting noticed. Main event, the first ever for little ole Bob Brooks. Facing a man that is portrayed as a man capable of being the top guy, whether it was intended or not this is a massive opportunity for me. I've already spoiled the Vince Jones party once, I won't hesitate for a second to do it again. This isn't some undercard spot that can be swept under the rug, not a situation where it will be overshadowed by some crazy event happening afterwards. No, Bob Brooks has the chance to close out the show with his hand in the air, and his opponent on the canvas. The lights go off, the show fades out, and the last thing people see is a victorious Bob Brooks. That gives our fans two weeks, two whole weeks to think about me and my role here in the company. So while there are other gears being put into motion, other plans of attack and angles to strike from, slapping that smug look off of Vince Jones' face is priority one. And after I do that, the rest should just fall into place. The boss man will have to give me the props I deserve, maybe a raise in pay so Johnny and I aren't struggling to make rent. A title shot or two would be a nice show of appreciation for the work I put in, and who knows, maybe even the ladies of UWA will realize what Lacey Roberts realized all along, that Bob Brooks is a catch. For Vince's sake, I hope he's having the time of his life. Partying with celebrities, banging promiscuous groupie after groupie, the works. Because in a few short days I am gonna embarrass him in front of everyone that matters. I'll cripple his confidence, shatter his soul, and leave him just barely capable of standing long enough for Sentinel to crush whatever else is left. Then, who knows what happens. All I know is I'm about to break through the glass ceiling that has been holding me down, then after that, anything is possible. The sky's the limit, and at Mayhem, former camera guy Bob Brooks gets the spotlight shined on him.
With a wink, and slamming his fist into his other hand, Bob nods at the camera as everything fades to black.