Post by photographerbob on Jul 31, 2015 18:49:10 GMT -6
The view fades in to show Bob in his car driving from Mississippi to Arkansas for the upcoming Mayhem show. His phone is resting on the passenger seat as his roommate Johnny talks to him through the speakerphone.
Johnny: So where are you right now Bob? You headed home before the show?
Bob: Nope. Headed straight to Hot Springs man, not sure I'm ready to head home yet Johnny.
Johnny: Well I'm not trying to say you aren't welcome in your own home Bob, but I think you spending some time away on the road might be best. Courtney was with me when I was watching the last episode of Mayhem and well, she didn't take it too well.
Bob: How so? I thought I looked pretty impressive in that main event against Vince. I mean it didn't end the way I was hoping, jaw still kind of hurts from that cheap shot he took, but if the number one contender for the biggest prize in the company has to resort to that sort of trick against me, I must be doing something right.
Johnny: Courtney didn't even make it to the main event Bob. She saw that assault you did on Amy Zing and just got up and left. I mean seriously Bob what was that even about.
Bob: I had my reasons Johnny, besides Amy isn't just some defenseless flower, she's the television champion whether she should be or not. Bitch knows the risks just like everyone else on the roster.
Johnny: I tried to explain to Courtney that Amy wasn't some run of the mill woman and how she even defeated you once, but Courtney wouldn't buy it. She even got upset I was trying to defend you.
Bob: First of all, Amy may have won a match I was a part of but she sure as hell didn't beat me. Never has she pinned my shoulders to the mat or made me give up. Secondly, don't throw yourself into trouble with the lady on my behalf Johnny. Just let me be the bad guy here, it's something I'm getting quite used to in UWA. Also don't let her watch the upcoming show, if me beating up women is a problem with her, she will just lose her cool again this show.
Johnny: Bob, you actually keeping up with your opponents now? I'm shocked.
Bob: Yeah well, if I expect to change the minds of all the sheep who think Amy Zing is a worthier champion than I am, then I'm gonna have to step up my game. That means paying attention to my surroundings, and right now my surroundings involve alot of creepy children of Necropolis.
Johnny: It isn't Necropolis, but close enough Bob. Listen you don't have many friends in the company Bob, and the one you did have is still on hiatus. That means there isn't anyone to watch your back if they try to gang up on you.
Bob: You might be right, but I'm not so sure Johnny.
Johnny: Who would possibly care about your well being in UWA? Your recent attitude change hasn't made you many friends.
Bob: Not a friend exactly, but it is possible that the enemy of my enemy could by a friend, atleast for a night.
Johnny: You can't possibly be relying on who I think you are relying on.
Bob: I'm Canadian Johnny, and what can I say I'm a fan. Or atleast I was once upon a time. Point is he doesn't want the children getting any kind of momentum, and that especially includes Danika Bayne.
Johnny: Just be careful Bob, I don't feel like having to find a new roommate ya understand?
Bob: Yeah I get you. And Johnny, thanks for caring about me. It means alot.
Johnny: Whatever man. Just don't do anything stupid, I need you to pay your half of the rent.
With that the phone call ends, as Bob continues his drive towards Hot Springs, Arkansas. He turns up the radio, which is playing The Stroke by Billly Squier. The song and view fades out, and after a brief silent black screen a new scene fades into view. Bob has his car parked in an unknown location. He's sitting on the hood of his car, looking up at the dark sky.
Bob: I've made some noise. Got the attention of a few more people right now. The name of Bob Brooks is a little more known than it was two weeks ago. Still, I have a long way to go before I get what I want, what I deserve.
He looks down from the sky and towards the camera.
Bob: For example, I am not convinced my opponent Danika Bayne knows as much about me as she could, or as she should. Like every other woman on the UWA roster, I think she has me pegged as a bit of a creep. Bob Brooks is just another stalker in the bunch, a perverse weirdo looking to get into some woman's pants. Not entirely wrong I suppose, but this view is so narrow and shallow, missing all the important things that make me who I am, the things that make me dangerous to someone like Danika Bayne. Seriously Danika, if anyone should be able to understand my situation, to empathize in how it feels to be overlooked or mocked, it should be you and your fellow children. I mean since the very second the rest of the world saw you taking orders from a teddy bear, you've become a bit of a joke to the rest of the roster. Me on the other hand, I am one hundred percent fine with you all worshiping the evil incarnation of that teddy bear. Honestly you could do alot worse than a teddy bear. Atleast a teddy bear is sort of old fashion, it's plausible that a few hundred years ago some old wicked magical being did some bad voodoo or whatever to a stuffed bear. Now if you all sat around praising some terrible troll doll, or god bless it a my little demonic pony then maybe, maybe I would join in the on the mockery of you and the children. That said, as bizarre as the bear thing is, you guys deserve better than the mean jokes made by your peers, or the demeaning signs brought in by the fans.
While leading up to that point Bob may have been poking a little fun at the opposing force of the children, something in his eyes and tone of voice conveys a sincere message of pity and genuine concern for the fearsome cult.
Bob: I mean come on, since very early in this company, before I was even here in fact, you and the children have had a huge impact on how this company is run and how it's grown. Granted it was under different leadership back then. By the way I find you to be a way more attractive face of this group than Joshua ever was. Well, attractive isn't quite the right word. I mean it isn't the wrong word, you're very easy on the eyes and while my heart may belong to the recovering Lacey Roberts, there is another part of my body I wouldn't mind throwing your way for a night or two. That isn't the point however, what I was trying to say is that with you competing in the ring, picking up impressive victories and handling yourself as well as you have, you are doing much more for the ragtag cult of yours then any of the former speaking figures in the past. Unlike some in this company, or the fans who watch us, I will not be overlooking you Miss Bayne. It is Miss Bayne right? No ring on the finger or significant other that would get int he way of us having a good time? Or does that religious following of yours prevent you from involving yourself in such activities. Sorry, lost my focus again, not the point of this message, even if I'd like it to be.
Losing track of his message Bob takes a mental time out, and once again stares up at the stars in the sky to help focus his attention.
Bob: You're becoming a star Danika. Not on your own, you've got tons of help from that group of yours, a family if you would rather call them that. I'm sort of hoping to get that kind of recognition ya know. People have their eyes on you, some would even call you a superstar to watch. Me, I've never been thought of quite that way. One day though, I will be. When that day comes, when Bob Brooks is on everyone's mind, when the spotlight is on me and everyone is anticipating what might become of me, I'll have done it on my own. Not with the herd of sheep throwing themselves at my opposition like you have at your disposal. Not with an all knowing and wise toy giving my life direction. My accomplishments will be made with my own two hands. My career paved by my own personal decisions, choices I've made for myself. A part of me hopes that one day you'll break free from the mind control that teddy bear has you wrapped up in. Danika Bayne as the right hand of the children is an intimidating foe, one that I am taking very serious whether I can properly convey that or not. A Danika Bayne who is her own woman however, that is a force I am lucky and grateful I don't have to match up against in just a few short days.
It seems something about the atmosphere surrounding Bob and his car helps put him at ease, allowing him to speak his mind much clearer then when staring into the camera he has set up.
Bob: I see your potential, and I see where you are at now and wonder how different this upcoming match up would be a few years down the road. Right now, you and I, we just don't know enough about one another to really give this match between us what it deserves. I hinted at it earlier, but I think the deciding factor in this showdown between us is going to be how well we are prepared for one another. I don't know your personal story, not sure where you've come from, what specific goals you have in life, but I am taking every bit of your professional history I can find about you to heart. I think you'll be a champion one day, a better champion than Amy Zing, who if you missed, got taken out by me at the last show. I feel like your opinion of me however is significantly lower than it needs to be to properly defend yourself at Mayhem. You talk to me about the devil, like I'm not currently doing the will of his super hot sister Lacey Roberts. Unless by the devil you mean Michael Rivers, or is that bear of yours also proclaiming to be the devil? I don't know it seems like Satan is a pretty popular guy in this business, and instead of building their own brand people just latch on to his out of laziness or lack of ingenuity. The biggest mistake you can make Danika is to pretend you know more than you do. I admit my ignorance of you, I embrace it and use it as a precaution to prepare for the worst. You on the other hand assume you know what you are in for, when you couldn't be any further from the truth. Your ignorance and arrogance blinds you Danika, you don't have the slightest clue what you are in for, both from me, and Kyle Travis.
Finally Bob looks down from the stars, an unusually childlike smile on his face.
Bob: Oh yeah, did I mention I'm a Kyle Travis fan? See while I may be living it up in California right now, I'm actually Canadian. Kyle calls himself The Canadian Legend, and for good reason. I watched him quite a bit when I was younger, not like, infant young, but you know, younger. He's kind of who got me into wrestling really, saw him climb the ranks, win a bunch of titles, almost kill some folk. Dangerous guy he is, when he's motivated atleast. Since I've been signed with UWA, he's been a bit of a shadow of his former self. A shell of the man he once was ya know. You and the children though, you've done something special. You've lit a fire in him, you don't see it, you can't, you just don't know any better. But me, as a fan, as someone whose watched him for a while now, I see it. You might be expecting the lame worn down and uninspired Kyle Travis that's been going through the motions the last few months, but me, I am literally filled with glee at the potential sighting of full on war raging Once and Future King Kyle Travis.
The nostalgic trip and smile begin to fade from Bob, as he shakes his head no and continues on his previous point.
Bob: This week though, not about Kyle. As much as I think you all are underestimating him, it fails in comparison to how much you are underestimating me. One of your children, they let you down and you crazy bastards punished 'em for it. You better hope that your cult, your family, your whatever they are to you, learns some forgiveness real freaking quick. Because you walk into the ring at Mayhem with the same attitude towards me you've got now, I'll make damned sure you fall short just like that poor child you sacrificed did. Then maybe all the potential you have, all the possible accomplishments you could achieve, will go up in smoke as your comrades string you up and make an example out of you. There are tons of dangerous things in this world Danika. Your Children and their numbers advantage, Kyle Travis and a weapon, Sentinel when he loses his temper, nuclear bombs, whatever. All that said nothing is more dangerous than ignorance, and at Mayhem, your ignorance, is my bliss.
Bob slides off hood of the car, slowly walks towards the camera, and with a smile and a wink, he shuts it off. Everything goes black, and whatever other messages Bob has to send, he'll have to do at Mayhem.
Johnny: So where are you right now Bob? You headed home before the show?
Bob: Nope. Headed straight to Hot Springs man, not sure I'm ready to head home yet Johnny.
Johnny: Well I'm not trying to say you aren't welcome in your own home Bob, but I think you spending some time away on the road might be best. Courtney was with me when I was watching the last episode of Mayhem and well, she didn't take it too well.
Bob: How so? I thought I looked pretty impressive in that main event against Vince. I mean it didn't end the way I was hoping, jaw still kind of hurts from that cheap shot he took, but if the number one contender for the biggest prize in the company has to resort to that sort of trick against me, I must be doing something right.
Johnny: Courtney didn't even make it to the main event Bob. She saw that assault you did on Amy Zing and just got up and left. I mean seriously Bob what was that even about.
Bob: I had my reasons Johnny, besides Amy isn't just some defenseless flower, she's the television champion whether she should be or not. Bitch knows the risks just like everyone else on the roster.
Johnny: I tried to explain to Courtney that Amy wasn't some run of the mill woman and how she even defeated you once, but Courtney wouldn't buy it. She even got upset I was trying to defend you.
Bob: First of all, Amy may have won a match I was a part of but she sure as hell didn't beat me. Never has she pinned my shoulders to the mat or made me give up. Secondly, don't throw yourself into trouble with the lady on my behalf Johnny. Just let me be the bad guy here, it's something I'm getting quite used to in UWA. Also don't let her watch the upcoming show, if me beating up women is a problem with her, she will just lose her cool again this show.
Johnny: Bob, you actually keeping up with your opponents now? I'm shocked.
Bob: Yeah well, if I expect to change the minds of all the sheep who think Amy Zing is a worthier champion than I am, then I'm gonna have to step up my game. That means paying attention to my surroundings, and right now my surroundings involve alot of creepy children of Necropolis.
Johnny: It isn't Necropolis, but close enough Bob. Listen you don't have many friends in the company Bob, and the one you did have is still on hiatus. That means there isn't anyone to watch your back if they try to gang up on you.
Bob: You might be right, but I'm not so sure Johnny.
Johnny: Who would possibly care about your well being in UWA? Your recent attitude change hasn't made you many friends.
Bob: Not a friend exactly, but it is possible that the enemy of my enemy could by a friend, atleast for a night.
Johnny: You can't possibly be relying on who I think you are relying on.
Bob: I'm Canadian Johnny, and what can I say I'm a fan. Or atleast I was once upon a time. Point is he doesn't want the children getting any kind of momentum, and that especially includes Danika Bayne.
Johnny: Just be careful Bob, I don't feel like having to find a new roommate ya understand?
Bob: Yeah I get you. And Johnny, thanks for caring about me. It means alot.
Johnny: Whatever man. Just don't do anything stupid, I need you to pay your half of the rent.
With that the phone call ends, as Bob continues his drive towards Hot Springs, Arkansas. He turns up the radio, which is playing The Stroke by Billly Squier. The song and view fades out, and after a brief silent black screen a new scene fades into view. Bob has his car parked in an unknown location. He's sitting on the hood of his car, looking up at the dark sky.
Bob: I've made some noise. Got the attention of a few more people right now. The name of Bob Brooks is a little more known than it was two weeks ago. Still, I have a long way to go before I get what I want, what I deserve.
He looks down from the sky and towards the camera.
Bob: For example, I am not convinced my opponent Danika Bayne knows as much about me as she could, or as she should. Like every other woman on the UWA roster, I think she has me pegged as a bit of a creep. Bob Brooks is just another stalker in the bunch, a perverse weirdo looking to get into some woman's pants. Not entirely wrong I suppose, but this view is so narrow and shallow, missing all the important things that make me who I am, the things that make me dangerous to someone like Danika Bayne. Seriously Danika, if anyone should be able to understand my situation, to empathize in how it feels to be overlooked or mocked, it should be you and your fellow children. I mean since the very second the rest of the world saw you taking orders from a teddy bear, you've become a bit of a joke to the rest of the roster. Me on the other hand, I am one hundred percent fine with you all worshiping the evil incarnation of that teddy bear. Honestly you could do alot worse than a teddy bear. Atleast a teddy bear is sort of old fashion, it's plausible that a few hundred years ago some old wicked magical being did some bad voodoo or whatever to a stuffed bear. Now if you all sat around praising some terrible troll doll, or god bless it a my little demonic pony then maybe, maybe I would join in the on the mockery of you and the children. That said, as bizarre as the bear thing is, you guys deserve better than the mean jokes made by your peers, or the demeaning signs brought in by the fans.
While leading up to that point Bob may have been poking a little fun at the opposing force of the children, something in his eyes and tone of voice conveys a sincere message of pity and genuine concern for the fearsome cult.
Bob: I mean come on, since very early in this company, before I was even here in fact, you and the children have had a huge impact on how this company is run and how it's grown. Granted it was under different leadership back then. By the way I find you to be a way more attractive face of this group than Joshua ever was. Well, attractive isn't quite the right word. I mean it isn't the wrong word, you're very easy on the eyes and while my heart may belong to the recovering Lacey Roberts, there is another part of my body I wouldn't mind throwing your way for a night or two. That isn't the point however, what I was trying to say is that with you competing in the ring, picking up impressive victories and handling yourself as well as you have, you are doing much more for the ragtag cult of yours then any of the former speaking figures in the past. Unlike some in this company, or the fans who watch us, I will not be overlooking you Miss Bayne. It is Miss Bayne right? No ring on the finger or significant other that would get int he way of us having a good time? Or does that religious following of yours prevent you from involving yourself in such activities. Sorry, lost my focus again, not the point of this message, even if I'd like it to be.
Losing track of his message Bob takes a mental time out, and once again stares up at the stars in the sky to help focus his attention.
Bob: You're becoming a star Danika. Not on your own, you've got tons of help from that group of yours, a family if you would rather call them that. I'm sort of hoping to get that kind of recognition ya know. People have their eyes on you, some would even call you a superstar to watch. Me, I've never been thought of quite that way. One day though, I will be. When that day comes, when Bob Brooks is on everyone's mind, when the spotlight is on me and everyone is anticipating what might become of me, I'll have done it on my own. Not with the herd of sheep throwing themselves at my opposition like you have at your disposal. Not with an all knowing and wise toy giving my life direction. My accomplishments will be made with my own two hands. My career paved by my own personal decisions, choices I've made for myself. A part of me hopes that one day you'll break free from the mind control that teddy bear has you wrapped up in. Danika Bayne as the right hand of the children is an intimidating foe, one that I am taking very serious whether I can properly convey that or not. A Danika Bayne who is her own woman however, that is a force I am lucky and grateful I don't have to match up against in just a few short days.
It seems something about the atmosphere surrounding Bob and his car helps put him at ease, allowing him to speak his mind much clearer then when staring into the camera he has set up.
Bob: I see your potential, and I see where you are at now and wonder how different this upcoming match up would be a few years down the road. Right now, you and I, we just don't know enough about one another to really give this match between us what it deserves. I hinted at it earlier, but I think the deciding factor in this showdown between us is going to be how well we are prepared for one another. I don't know your personal story, not sure where you've come from, what specific goals you have in life, but I am taking every bit of your professional history I can find about you to heart. I think you'll be a champion one day, a better champion than Amy Zing, who if you missed, got taken out by me at the last show. I feel like your opinion of me however is significantly lower than it needs to be to properly defend yourself at Mayhem. You talk to me about the devil, like I'm not currently doing the will of his super hot sister Lacey Roberts. Unless by the devil you mean Michael Rivers, or is that bear of yours also proclaiming to be the devil? I don't know it seems like Satan is a pretty popular guy in this business, and instead of building their own brand people just latch on to his out of laziness or lack of ingenuity. The biggest mistake you can make Danika is to pretend you know more than you do. I admit my ignorance of you, I embrace it and use it as a precaution to prepare for the worst. You on the other hand assume you know what you are in for, when you couldn't be any further from the truth. Your ignorance and arrogance blinds you Danika, you don't have the slightest clue what you are in for, both from me, and Kyle Travis.
Finally Bob looks down from the stars, an unusually childlike smile on his face.
Bob: Oh yeah, did I mention I'm a Kyle Travis fan? See while I may be living it up in California right now, I'm actually Canadian. Kyle calls himself The Canadian Legend, and for good reason. I watched him quite a bit when I was younger, not like, infant young, but you know, younger. He's kind of who got me into wrestling really, saw him climb the ranks, win a bunch of titles, almost kill some folk. Dangerous guy he is, when he's motivated atleast. Since I've been signed with UWA, he's been a bit of a shadow of his former self. A shell of the man he once was ya know. You and the children though, you've done something special. You've lit a fire in him, you don't see it, you can't, you just don't know any better. But me, as a fan, as someone whose watched him for a while now, I see it. You might be expecting the lame worn down and uninspired Kyle Travis that's been going through the motions the last few months, but me, I am literally filled with glee at the potential sighting of full on war raging Once and Future King Kyle Travis.
The nostalgic trip and smile begin to fade from Bob, as he shakes his head no and continues on his previous point.
Bob: This week though, not about Kyle. As much as I think you all are underestimating him, it fails in comparison to how much you are underestimating me. One of your children, they let you down and you crazy bastards punished 'em for it. You better hope that your cult, your family, your whatever they are to you, learns some forgiveness real freaking quick. Because you walk into the ring at Mayhem with the same attitude towards me you've got now, I'll make damned sure you fall short just like that poor child you sacrificed did. Then maybe all the potential you have, all the possible accomplishments you could achieve, will go up in smoke as your comrades string you up and make an example out of you. There are tons of dangerous things in this world Danika. Your Children and their numbers advantage, Kyle Travis and a weapon, Sentinel when he loses his temper, nuclear bombs, whatever. All that said nothing is more dangerous than ignorance, and at Mayhem, your ignorance, is my bliss.
Bob slides off hood of the car, slowly walks towards the camera, and with a smile and a wink, he shuts it off. Everything goes black, and whatever other messages Bob has to send, he'll have to do at Mayhem.