Post by photographerbob on Oct 22, 2014 18:41:19 GMT -6
The first thing we see is a wad of cash falling on to the top of a table. The only bill we can see properly is a twenty, but it's unclear how much money is actually there. The view zooms out and until we spot two people. The first is UWA wrestler Bob Brooks, who appears to be the one who dropped the cash on the table. The other is his body builder looking roommates Johnny, who is sitting in a chair at the table itself. Bob is smiling ear to ear as he points at the money on the table.
Bob: Look at that Johnny, told you I'd be back to paying the bills in no time. That right there isn't just show money, that's victory money.
Johnny: Yeah I saw, watched your match on some stream on the internet. There was this little chat room on the side with people who were also watching it live. It's funny how many of them thought you had no chance of winning.
Bob: Yeah well, the only person I need to believe in me Johnny is me.
Johnny: Glad to hear that man, because some of those people were pretty critical of you man. Some were talking about how you didn't belong in the company any more, but most of them were just pissed off about you being a liar. I mean you did promise the world you were gonna strip Lacey Roberts for the entire world to see. I mean I didn't believe you but most of the other people watching seemed to have took you serious.
Bob: That's because I was serious Johnny. Lacey is lucky to have lost only the match, because I had every intent on ripping her clothes right off her body.
While Bob is doing his best to look menacing, his roommate just doesn't seem to believe him.
Johnny: "Ya know what I think Robert?
Bob: The name is Bob.
Johnny: I think what you said was just a play man. Mind games to make Lacey take her mind off of winning and lose focus on the task at hand. I mean I've lived with ya for a bit now, and sure, you are a bit of a pervert. I've had to clean your computer from viruses about half a dozen times, and don't think I don't know why you take such long showers. That said, I just don't think you've got it in you to rip someone's clothes off like you promised.
For most of his time since coming to UWA, Bob has tried to convince people he isn't just some lust filled pervert, now for the first time ever somebody seems to think he's a standup guy, and now he appears even more bothered than when everyone called him a creep.
Bob: You think I'd let something stupid like morals or a conscience stop me? Please, the only reason Lacey left with her dignity is because I overestimated her toughness. I didn't expect to win as quickly as I did, I never got the opportunity to bare her private parts to the world. Trust me though Johnny, had the opportunity shown itself, I'd not only have left with a win, but taken her wrestling gear with me as a souvenir.
Johnny: Is that so.
He clearly still doesn't believe Bob, who is getting more and more frustrated. Bob leans over the table, locking his eyes on Johnny and taking things much further to prove to his roommate just how sick he really is.
Bob:Since I started at UWA Johnny the women there have treated me like some sort of criminal, some dastardly villain. I'd tell them they were beautiful, offer to take some pictures of them to prove it, and they'd all squirm like I admitted to peeking at them from the bushes late at night. Maybe I'd try to warm them up so I could possibly ask them out on a date, but before I could even pop the question they'd act like I was trying to kidnap them and keep them in my basement. I used to think they were crazy, that they were overreacting, but maybe they saw something in me I didn't know existed.
Johnny: Calm down Bob, beautiful women can be cruel, they never took the time to know you like I have since I've moved in. You're not that kind of guy man.
Bob: Oh you're very wrong Johnny, just like I was wrong before. You see the more I think about it, the more I believe I would rip Lacey Roberts clothes right off her body. Heck, being the huge pervert I am I could see myself going even further. Maybe I could position her in the corner and take advantage of the moment to cop a feel and find out if those lovely tits of her are real or not.
This entire rant Bob has been staring at Johnny eye to eye, but Johnny can't look at him any more, as he starts to wonder if Bob could really be as sick as he's claiming to be.
Bob: And lets be honest, her chest isn't the only amazing part of Lacey's body. Maybe next time if I get her positioned well enough I can get a nice hand full of that precious ass of hers. The only real question is whether I should try getting a nice touch earlier in the match, or wait until after I've removed what little fabric there is that covers up. Yes, skin on skin is absolutely the way to go.
Johnny: Okay man I think you've said enough.
Bob: No, I haven't even begun to scratch the surface of what I could do. There are moments in the wrestling business where somebody is completely and utterly helpless. On occasion it's planned out. Some sicko like me brings out chains, or rope, or handcuffs and immobilizes their opponent. Other times it's just freak accident like someone getting their arms and hands trapped with the top and middle rope tangling up. Can you imagine if something like that happened with me facing someone like Lacey Roberts? Getting a quick feel, a short hand full of her would be child's play compared to what I could do if she were caught like this.
Johnny: Seriously man, knock it off.
Bob: I mean being the pervert I am, I just don't think I could resist an opportunity like that. If a situation like that were to reveal itself, Lacey wouldn't be the only one naked for the world to see. I'd pull my pants down and make sure little bob was standing at attention, then I'd grab her legs spread em wide and dive in.
This is the last straw, as the proposal of raping his opponent is enough to force Johnny out of his chair. Johnny turns his back on Bob. While looking at them physically it's appears Johnny would completely destroy Bob, the larger man appears unwilling to fight. This is made even more clear when Bob walks towards him, grabbing him by the shoulder so that he can't even walk out of the room. Bob has more to say, and it's important than Johnny hears all of it.
Bob: I'd make sure it was all in clear view of my camera too Johnny. I'd make sure it was recorded so I could relive the moment, the night I gave Lacey the best fucking of her life. Do you think she would scream, or cry if I were to thrust myself into her over and over again in front of an entire crowd of fans. Once I had her right where I wanted, I could even throw myself face first into her luscious tits and motorboat them. Then when everyone, Lacey included thinks they've seen the worst thing you could possibly see inside a wrestling ring, I finish it off by pushing myself as far into Lacey as I can before filling her up with millions of baby bobs.
Johnny pulls his shoulder away from Bob's grip, and is beginning to shake from head to toe.
Bob: I could be part of history, one half of the match that will forever be known as the first ever match to end with a member of it being impregnated. UWA wanted a sick, perverted villain, they'll get one. Don't think for a moment just because you live with me, that you have any idea what kind of man I am. You don't know a damn thing about me Johnny.
The big man is still shaking, both his hands clenched in a fist as he might break Bob in half for the claims he's made. A few seconds pass, Bob doesn't say another word, and in this time Johnny finds some way to contain himself. He slowly walks towards the exit of the room, but says one last thing before leaving.
Johnny: Yeah, well good luck being the perverted villain in your next match. You want to play the sex crazed stalker, well this week you get to face a stalker yourself. Stalker Knight to be exact. We'll see how strong your libido is when it's a three hundred pound monster of a man you share the ring with. Hell maybe things will get really dark, and it will be Stalker who gets you in a helpless position.
With those words said Johnny exits the room, leaving Bob completely alone. The idea of being massacred by Stalker doesn't seem to phase Bob, instead, a crooked smile creeps up on his face as he begins to rub his hands together.
Bob: Stalker Knight huh? While not entirely exciting in itself, I can use him to get to someone much more interesting.
The view temporarily fades to black before fading in to show a new location. Bob Brooks is dressed in his wrestling attire inside his bedroom. He is sitting down on the edge of the bed itself, smiling as he looks at the camera.
Bob: Stalker Knight, not the opponent I wanted but the opponent I needed. Stalker you are an intimidating beast of a man. Physically speaking you've got just about every advantage a man could ask for, and unfortunately for me that isn't where your advantages end. You are a true veteran of the sport my man, you've been kicking ass and taking names for about as half as long as I've been alive. Whether or not you're competing alone or with that rag tag group of no good doers there is always one constant. Whether people like you or hate you, they can't help but respect you. People take you seriously Stalker, much more seriously than they take me that is. So I see this match as an opportunity to advance my professional wrestling career, to put the rest of the roster, and to get noticed. For this match though, there is a specific person I would like to get the attention of. So with both personal and professional advancement in mind, I would like to kindly ask you to bring your lovely daughter Alicia to the ring with you.
His smile grows even wider.
Bob: I am not going to pretend like this request isn't based on your daughter being a hot piece of tail. I mean, I look at you, then I look at her, and I can't help but feel she isn't really you daughter. I mean how can somebody so hideous and ugly help create something so attractive? In the end Stalker buddy, I think you got cheated on. I mean it is never too late to get a DNA taste brother. Back to my point though, there is an actual benefit for bringing your daughter with you. I mean for one, it should seriously increase the amount of viewers who watch our match. The impact would be even bigger if you had her dress up in some Halloween costume. Imagine it man, Alicia in a slutty nurse outfit. I'd totally play doctor with her. Or if that isn't your cup of tea, maybe put her in a slutty schoolgirl outfit. She'd definitely get me to pay more attention in class. Or perhaps you could convince her to be a slutty cop, rocking some pink fuzzy handcuffs. Besides it would make it that much more fun for what I have planned after I beat you. I mean you're really only there to put me over Stalker, to help me show the world how much of a man I really am. I figure what better way to prove to Alicia I can protect her than by destroying the man whose been protecting her since she was a child. Then when you've been defeated she can escort me out of the ring, her and I can come back to my place, and we'll see if I can't get her to call me daddy."
With a nod and a wink to the camera, Bob continues to make this match more personal than it needed to be.
Bob: I mean I can use the very same camera I'm using to record this message to make a little home movie with your sweet little daughter. Who knows maybe if she does a good enough job I'll keep her around for a while. Maybe have her move in with me and replace the lousy roommate I currently have, and down the line if everything works out just right, we might even tie the knot and become man and wife. I could be your future son in law Stalker, doing myself what you could never do yourself, take care of your daughter. Once I'm in the family I'm sure you'll let me into your Dark Camelot group, heck I might even take over and make the necessary adjustments to make Dark Camelot the most respected faction in UWA. We should probably slow down on the long road conversation and look at the here and now though. In the immediate future you and I going head to head in the ring to start off the show. My victory over Lacey Roberts was my first step towards being taken serious, but it doesn't mean a thing if I don't beat you. While a win makes me legit and possibly ends with a date with your daughter, a loss sends me back down to the bottom of the barrel. A loss sends me back to being the joke of UWA, the guy who gets forgotten about, the guy who can't even manage to pay his own bills. I won't let that happen Stalker. So be prepared, because even if the rest of the world thinks I don't stand a chance in this match, I believe I've got what it takes to put you down. And in all honesty, that's the only opinion that matters.
The camera fades to black.
Bob: Look at that Johnny, told you I'd be back to paying the bills in no time. That right there isn't just show money, that's victory money.
Johnny: Yeah I saw, watched your match on some stream on the internet. There was this little chat room on the side with people who were also watching it live. It's funny how many of them thought you had no chance of winning.
Bob: Yeah well, the only person I need to believe in me Johnny is me.
Johnny: Glad to hear that man, because some of those people were pretty critical of you man. Some were talking about how you didn't belong in the company any more, but most of them were just pissed off about you being a liar. I mean you did promise the world you were gonna strip Lacey Roberts for the entire world to see. I mean I didn't believe you but most of the other people watching seemed to have took you serious.
Bob: That's because I was serious Johnny. Lacey is lucky to have lost only the match, because I had every intent on ripping her clothes right off her body.
While Bob is doing his best to look menacing, his roommate just doesn't seem to believe him.
Johnny: "Ya know what I think Robert?
Bob: The name is Bob.
Johnny: I think what you said was just a play man. Mind games to make Lacey take her mind off of winning and lose focus on the task at hand. I mean I've lived with ya for a bit now, and sure, you are a bit of a pervert. I've had to clean your computer from viruses about half a dozen times, and don't think I don't know why you take such long showers. That said, I just don't think you've got it in you to rip someone's clothes off like you promised.
For most of his time since coming to UWA, Bob has tried to convince people he isn't just some lust filled pervert, now for the first time ever somebody seems to think he's a standup guy, and now he appears even more bothered than when everyone called him a creep.
Bob: You think I'd let something stupid like morals or a conscience stop me? Please, the only reason Lacey left with her dignity is because I overestimated her toughness. I didn't expect to win as quickly as I did, I never got the opportunity to bare her private parts to the world. Trust me though Johnny, had the opportunity shown itself, I'd not only have left with a win, but taken her wrestling gear with me as a souvenir.
Johnny: Is that so.
He clearly still doesn't believe Bob, who is getting more and more frustrated. Bob leans over the table, locking his eyes on Johnny and taking things much further to prove to his roommate just how sick he really is.
Bob:Since I started at UWA Johnny the women there have treated me like some sort of criminal, some dastardly villain. I'd tell them they were beautiful, offer to take some pictures of them to prove it, and they'd all squirm like I admitted to peeking at them from the bushes late at night. Maybe I'd try to warm them up so I could possibly ask them out on a date, but before I could even pop the question they'd act like I was trying to kidnap them and keep them in my basement. I used to think they were crazy, that they were overreacting, but maybe they saw something in me I didn't know existed.
Johnny: Calm down Bob, beautiful women can be cruel, they never took the time to know you like I have since I've moved in. You're not that kind of guy man.
Bob: Oh you're very wrong Johnny, just like I was wrong before. You see the more I think about it, the more I believe I would rip Lacey Roberts clothes right off her body. Heck, being the huge pervert I am I could see myself going even further. Maybe I could position her in the corner and take advantage of the moment to cop a feel and find out if those lovely tits of her are real or not.
This entire rant Bob has been staring at Johnny eye to eye, but Johnny can't look at him any more, as he starts to wonder if Bob could really be as sick as he's claiming to be.
Bob: And lets be honest, her chest isn't the only amazing part of Lacey's body. Maybe next time if I get her positioned well enough I can get a nice hand full of that precious ass of hers. The only real question is whether I should try getting a nice touch earlier in the match, or wait until after I've removed what little fabric there is that covers up. Yes, skin on skin is absolutely the way to go.
Johnny: Okay man I think you've said enough.
Bob: No, I haven't even begun to scratch the surface of what I could do. There are moments in the wrestling business where somebody is completely and utterly helpless. On occasion it's planned out. Some sicko like me brings out chains, or rope, or handcuffs and immobilizes their opponent. Other times it's just freak accident like someone getting their arms and hands trapped with the top and middle rope tangling up. Can you imagine if something like that happened with me facing someone like Lacey Roberts? Getting a quick feel, a short hand full of her would be child's play compared to what I could do if she were caught like this.
Johnny: Seriously man, knock it off.
Bob: I mean being the pervert I am, I just don't think I could resist an opportunity like that. If a situation like that were to reveal itself, Lacey wouldn't be the only one naked for the world to see. I'd pull my pants down and make sure little bob was standing at attention, then I'd grab her legs spread em wide and dive in.
This is the last straw, as the proposal of raping his opponent is enough to force Johnny out of his chair. Johnny turns his back on Bob. While looking at them physically it's appears Johnny would completely destroy Bob, the larger man appears unwilling to fight. This is made even more clear when Bob walks towards him, grabbing him by the shoulder so that he can't even walk out of the room. Bob has more to say, and it's important than Johnny hears all of it.
Bob: I'd make sure it was all in clear view of my camera too Johnny. I'd make sure it was recorded so I could relive the moment, the night I gave Lacey the best fucking of her life. Do you think she would scream, or cry if I were to thrust myself into her over and over again in front of an entire crowd of fans. Once I had her right where I wanted, I could even throw myself face first into her luscious tits and motorboat them. Then when everyone, Lacey included thinks they've seen the worst thing you could possibly see inside a wrestling ring, I finish it off by pushing myself as far into Lacey as I can before filling her up with millions of baby bobs.
Johnny pulls his shoulder away from Bob's grip, and is beginning to shake from head to toe.
Bob: I could be part of history, one half of the match that will forever be known as the first ever match to end with a member of it being impregnated. UWA wanted a sick, perverted villain, they'll get one. Don't think for a moment just because you live with me, that you have any idea what kind of man I am. You don't know a damn thing about me Johnny.
The big man is still shaking, both his hands clenched in a fist as he might break Bob in half for the claims he's made. A few seconds pass, Bob doesn't say another word, and in this time Johnny finds some way to contain himself. He slowly walks towards the exit of the room, but says one last thing before leaving.
Johnny: Yeah, well good luck being the perverted villain in your next match. You want to play the sex crazed stalker, well this week you get to face a stalker yourself. Stalker Knight to be exact. We'll see how strong your libido is when it's a three hundred pound monster of a man you share the ring with. Hell maybe things will get really dark, and it will be Stalker who gets you in a helpless position.
With those words said Johnny exits the room, leaving Bob completely alone. The idea of being massacred by Stalker doesn't seem to phase Bob, instead, a crooked smile creeps up on his face as he begins to rub his hands together.
Bob: Stalker Knight huh? While not entirely exciting in itself, I can use him to get to someone much more interesting.
The view temporarily fades to black before fading in to show a new location. Bob Brooks is dressed in his wrestling attire inside his bedroom. He is sitting down on the edge of the bed itself, smiling as he looks at the camera.
Bob: Stalker Knight, not the opponent I wanted but the opponent I needed. Stalker you are an intimidating beast of a man. Physically speaking you've got just about every advantage a man could ask for, and unfortunately for me that isn't where your advantages end. You are a true veteran of the sport my man, you've been kicking ass and taking names for about as half as long as I've been alive. Whether or not you're competing alone or with that rag tag group of no good doers there is always one constant. Whether people like you or hate you, they can't help but respect you. People take you seriously Stalker, much more seriously than they take me that is. So I see this match as an opportunity to advance my professional wrestling career, to put the rest of the roster, and to get noticed. For this match though, there is a specific person I would like to get the attention of. So with both personal and professional advancement in mind, I would like to kindly ask you to bring your lovely daughter Alicia to the ring with you.
His smile grows even wider.
Bob: I am not going to pretend like this request isn't based on your daughter being a hot piece of tail. I mean, I look at you, then I look at her, and I can't help but feel she isn't really you daughter. I mean how can somebody so hideous and ugly help create something so attractive? In the end Stalker buddy, I think you got cheated on. I mean it is never too late to get a DNA taste brother. Back to my point though, there is an actual benefit for bringing your daughter with you. I mean for one, it should seriously increase the amount of viewers who watch our match. The impact would be even bigger if you had her dress up in some Halloween costume. Imagine it man, Alicia in a slutty nurse outfit. I'd totally play doctor with her. Or if that isn't your cup of tea, maybe put her in a slutty schoolgirl outfit. She'd definitely get me to pay more attention in class. Or perhaps you could convince her to be a slutty cop, rocking some pink fuzzy handcuffs. Besides it would make it that much more fun for what I have planned after I beat you. I mean you're really only there to put me over Stalker, to help me show the world how much of a man I really am. I figure what better way to prove to Alicia I can protect her than by destroying the man whose been protecting her since she was a child. Then when you've been defeated she can escort me out of the ring, her and I can come back to my place, and we'll see if I can't get her to call me daddy."
With a nod and a wink to the camera, Bob continues to make this match more personal than it needed to be.
Bob: I mean I can use the very same camera I'm using to record this message to make a little home movie with your sweet little daughter. Who knows maybe if she does a good enough job I'll keep her around for a while. Maybe have her move in with me and replace the lousy roommate I currently have, and down the line if everything works out just right, we might even tie the knot and become man and wife. I could be your future son in law Stalker, doing myself what you could never do yourself, take care of your daughter. Once I'm in the family I'm sure you'll let me into your Dark Camelot group, heck I might even take over and make the necessary adjustments to make Dark Camelot the most respected faction in UWA. We should probably slow down on the long road conversation and look at the here and now though. In the immediate future you and I going head to head in the ring to start off the show. My victory over Lacey Roberts was my first step towards being taken serious, but it doesn't mean a thing if I don't beat you. While a win makes me legit and possibly ends with a date with your daughter, a loss sends me back down to the bottom of the barrel. A loss sends me back to being the joke of UWA, the guy who gets forgotten about, the guy who can't even manage to pay his own bills. I won't let that happen Stalker. So be prepared, because even if the rest of the world thinks I don't stand a chance in this match, I believe I've got what it takes to put you down. And in all honesty, that's the only opinion that matters.
The camera fades to black.