Post by photographerbob on Nov 5, 2014 22:48:49 GMT -6
Bob: TWO IN A ROW BABY!!!
UWA wrestler Bob Brooks appears to be in high spirits after winning his last two matches. He is strutting around his studio apartment walking around in a pair of torn up jeans. There is a rolled up pornographic magazine tucked in his back pocket, as he bangs his hands on the wall.
Bob: YOU HEAR THAT, TWO WINS BACK TO BACK! EVERYTHING IS GOING MY WAY!
His roommate Johnny however doesn't appear to be as ecstatic about his winning streak as he groggily walks out from his bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of pink pajama pants.
Johnny: Dude, it's been like, almost two weeks man. Shouldn't you be more focused on your upcoming match instead of dwelling on your last accomplishment?
It doesn't appear Johnny's words of wisdom are having any effect on Bob, who is too busy thinking of other things to acknowledge his upcoming opponent right now.
Bob: Don't be such a buzzkill Johnny. I have the right to enjoy this man, I haven't been this hot in UWA since, heck maybe ever. I mean I beat J-Shades twice but I think that was more of a testament to him under performing than me moving up in the world.
Obviously Bob isn't going to settle down, which means Johnny isn't going to get any sleep. It's odd that Johnny doesn't just choose to beat the crap out of Bob, considering he is exceptionally fit and much bigger than his wrestling roommate.
Johnny: You know what would be better than enjoying two wins in a row?
Bob: A threesome with Lacey Roberts and Amy Zing?
Johnny: Not exactly what I was talking about.
Bob: I mean I don't know if you noticed but like, Miss Roberts seems to have her eyes on Miss Zing. I mean after all the attention and love I've given her she's gonna go and ignore me over another woman. Though it does make sense I suppose, her not returning my affection because she's more into her own gender.
Johnny: Yeah, what other possible reason could there be for Lacey Roberts to not want to be anywhere near you.
Bob: I know right!"
It's damn near impossible to not pick up on Johnny's sarcastic tone of voice, but Bob manages to be oblivious to it somehow. Johnny does his best to get things back on track though, once again focusing on the upcoming challenge at hand.
Johnny: What I meant though, before you went all super pervert on me again, is that winning three matches in a row should, theoretically, feel roughly half as twice as good as winning two in a row is.
Bob: Wait, half as good as twice as good as... the fuck you trying to say man, math is not my strong point.
Johnny: Don't worry about the numbers or fractions of numbers or whatever. All that matters if there is no reason your winning ways need to end, but I can guarantee you they will if you don't start focusing on the task at hand. Mr. Sadistic might be an even sicker freak than you. While you're wanking it to thoughts of Lacey's rear end he's getting off to the idea of splitting your skull in two.
Bob: Why the hell would he be doing that?
Johnny: Because he's Sadistic? Seriously it's in his name, pretty much implies he gets off on violence.
Bob: Well fuck that, I'm not anyone's play thing. Well, except maybe Lacey Roberts, seriously as hot as all these UWA babes are, I think she might be the hottest of them all.
Johnny: Focus Bobby. You aren't going to be in any shape to be doing anything with Lacey or anyone else for that matter if you aren't prepared for the battle ahead. You managed to get one up on Lacey, and you survived Stalker and the Dark Camelot, but each time UWA throws you to the wolves, your chances of success are going to get slimmer.
Bob: I feel ya Johnny, I can't make all these UWA beauties my bitch if I end up becoming someone's bitch myself. Gotta have to control myself, take all my desires for Miss Roberts and bottle them up, mold them into something a little less sexy and a whole lot more violent, and unload it all over Mr. Sadistic. Guess the celebration is over.
Johnny lets out a soft sigh or relief thinking he'll be able to get some sleep now.
Bob: But after this win Johnny, the celebration goes on for EVER!
While a win would bring more money and help pay the bills, Johnny's eyes tell a story of a man who wants nothing more than for his roommate to be humbled with defeat. Johnny heads back into his room, as Bob heads to get his camera. UWA, and Mr. Sadistic specifically needed to be addressed. After setting everything up, and removing the dirty magazine from his pocket and laying it aside, Bob presses record and gets his message underway.
Bob: Sadism, the tendency to derive pleasure, especially sexual gratification, from inflicting pain or suffering. This is the word my opponent chooses to use to describe himself. Mr. Sadistic, looking to get off by putting me down. Not exactly something I'm looking forward to, ya dig. I mean to an extent I get it. I'm all for somebody going after what it is that makes them happy. Like take me for instance, I've finally allowed myself to ignore the opinions of others who would otherwise call me negative names such as creep, or pervert, or potential rapist. I know what I want, which is to share myself physically and intimately with some of the lovely ladies of UWA, specifically Lacey Roberts.
The perverted creepy potential rapist Bob Brooks licks his lips at the thought of it.
Bob: I mean just last show, I was paid to be a lumberjack, but not like, literal lumberjacking. I got to stand outside the ring, supposed to have my eyes on the match, but honestly I don't even remember who was in that match. For me, it was just an opportunity to find a great view for Miss Roberts. Once all hell broke loose I did all I could to get my hands on her, to touch her, smell her, maybe even rip a piece off as a souvenir. Right now her attention seems a bit more focused on fellow hottie Amy Zing, which bothered me at first. After thinking about it though, a distracted Lacey Roberts is just an easier target for me to spy on, I mean, for me to admire. Not everyone agrees with my right to make Lacey mine, or any of the other women of UWA for that matter. It has labeled me as a bit of an outcast, so I can sort of understand where you come from, but I can't for the life of me get why tearing someone's arm out of its socket, or breaking their bones would help excite you.
The idea of his own body being broken causes Bob to cringe for a moment, before his mind goes back to more pleasurable ideas.
Bob: See I am not a sadist, though I think it would be fair to call me a hedonist, or atleast a hedonist in training. I'm looking for pleasure in any means I can get it, and to be honest Saddy breaking your body just doesn't do anything for me. That said, I do think I'll find a form of pleasure defeating you and continuing my winning ways. I've never won three matches in a row in UWA, hell these last two wins of mine have doubled my success in the company. I also believe conquering a man like you Sadistic, will help my chances with the ladies. Nobody wants to shag a loser is what I'm getting at. So you and I, we're gonna square up inside that ring looking to find pleasure for ourselves. Thing is what I need it so much easier to focus on than what you need. While you're trying to break my body, I'm just trying to pin your shoulders to the mat. While you're looking to apply holds for the sake of punishment, I'll be looking for submissions that might earn me a win. You want this match to last as long as it can, while I'm looking to get in and get out so I can move on to better more enjoyable things. No need for this to get any more personal than it needs to be buddy, we go in, we put on a show, I get the win, and we can both move our attention to our next victims. You can look at some of the newcomers or declining veterans and get your rocks off at the idea of cutting their careers short. Me, I have a much more specific set of prey I'm looking to sink my teeth into.
With a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, Bob moves forward and shuts off the camera. Shortly after he picks up the magazine he'd laid down earlier, and walks off into his bedroom.
UWA wrestler Bob Brooks appears to be in high spirits after winning his last two matches. He is strutting around his studio apartment walking around in a pair of torn up jeans. There is a rolled up pornographic magazine tucked in his back pocket, as he bangs his hands on the wall.
Bob: YOU HEAR THAT, TWO WINS BACK TO BACK! EVERYTHING IS GOING MY WAY!
His roommate Johnny however doesn't appear to be as ecstatic about his winning streak as he groggily walks out from his bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of pink pajama pants.
Johnny: Dude, it's been like, almost two weeks man. Shouldn't you be more focused on your upcoming match instead of dwelling on your last accomplishment?
It doesn't appear Johnny's words of wisdom are having any effect on Bob, who is too busy thinking of other things to acknowledge his upcoming opponent right now.
Bob: Don't be such a buzzkill Johnny. I have the right to enjoy this man, I haven't been this hot in UWA since, heck maybe ever. I mean I beat J-Shades twice but I think that was more of a testament to him under performing than me moving up in the world.
Obviously Bob isn't going to settle down, which means Johnny isn't going to get any sleep. It's odd that Johnny doesn't just choose to beat the crap out of Bob, considering he is exceptionally fit and much bigger than his wrestling roommate.
Johnny: You know what would be better than enjoying two wins in a row?
Bob: A threesome with Lacey Roberts and Amy Zing?
Johnny: Not exactly what I was talking about.
Bob: I mean I don't know if you noticed but like, Miss Roberts seems to have her eyes on Miss Zing. I mean after all the attention and love I've given her she's gonna go and ignore me over another woman. Though it does make sense I suppose, her not returning my affection because she's more into her own gender.
Johnny: Yeah, what other possible reason could there be for Lacey Roberts to not want to be anywhere near you.
Bob: I know right!"
It's damn near impossible to not pick up on Johnny's sarcastic tone of voice, but Bob manages to be oblivious to it somehow. Johnny does his best to get things back on track though, once again focusing on the upcoming challenge at hand.
Johnny: What I meant though, before you went all super pervert on me again, is that winning three matches in a row should, theoretically, feel roughly half as twice as good as winning two in a row is.
Bob: Wait, half as good as twice as good as... the fuck you trying to say man, math is not my strong point.
Johnny: Don't worry about the numbers or fractions of numbers or whatever. All that matters if there is no reason your winning ways need to end, but I can guarantee you they will if you don't start focusing on the task at hand. Mr. Sadistic might be an even sicker freak than you. While you're wanking it to thoughts of Lacey's rear end he's getting off to the idea of splitting your skull in two.
Bob: Why the hell would he be doing that?
Johnny: Because he's Sadistic? Seriously it's in his name, pretty much implies he gets off on violence.
Bob: Well fuck that, I'm not anyone's play thing. Well, except maybe Lacey Roberts, seriously as hot as all these UWA babes are, I think she might be the hottest of them all.
Johnny: Focus Bobby. You aren't going to be in any shape to be doing anything with Lacey or anyone else for that matter if you aren't prepared for the battle ahead. You managed to get one up on Lacey, and you survived Stalker and the Dark Camelot, but each time UWA throws you to the wolves, your chances of success are going to get slimmer.
Bob: I feel ya Johnny, I can't make all these UWA beauties my bitch if I end up becoming someone's bitch myself. Gotta have to control myself, take all my desires for Miss Roberts and bottle them up, mold them into something a little less sexy and a whole lot more violent, and unload it all over Mr. Sadistic. Guess the celebration is over.
Johnny lets out a soft sigh or relief thinking he'll be able to get some sleep now.
Bob: But after this win Johnny, the celebration goes on for EVER!
While a win would bring more money and help pay the bills, Johnny's eyes tell a story of a man who wants nothing more than for his roommate to be humbled with defeat. Johnny heads back into his room, as Bob heads to get his camera. UWA, and Mr. Sadistic specifically needed to be addressed. After setting everything up, and removing the dirty magazine from his pocket and laying it aside, Bob presses record and gets his message underway.
Bob: Sadism, the tendency to derive pleasure, especially sexual gratification, from inflicting pain or suffering. This is the word my opponent chooses to use to describe himself. Mr. Sadistic, looking to get off by putting me down. Not exactly something I'm looking forward to, ya dig. I mean to an extent I get it. I'm all for somebody going after what it is that makes them happy. Like take me for instance, I've finally allowed myself to ignore the opinions of others who would otherwise call me negative names such as creep, or pervert, or potential rapist. I know what I want, which is to share myself physically and intimately with some of the lovely ladies of UWA, specifically Lacey Roberts.
The perverted creepy potential rapist Bob Brooks licks his lips at the thought of it.
Bob: I mean just last show, I was paid to be a lumberjack, but not like, literal lumberjacking. I got to stand outside the ring, supposed to have my eyes on the match, but honestly I don't even remember who was in that match. For me, it was just an opportunity to find a great view for Miss Roberts. Once all hell broke loose I did all I could to get my hands on her, to touch her, smell her, maybe even rip a piece off as a souvenir. Right now her attention seems a bit more focused on fellow hottie Amy Zing, which bothered me at first. After thinking about it though, a distracted Lacey Roberts is just an easier target for me to spy on, I mean, for me to admire. Not everyone agrees with my right to make Lacey mine, or any of the other women of UWA for that matter. It has labeled me as a bit of an outcast, so I can sort of understand where you come from, but I can't for the life of me get why tearing someone's arm out of its socket, or breaking their bones would help excite you.
The idea of his own body being broken causes Bob to cringe for a moment, before his mind goes back to more pleasurable ideas.
Bob: See I am not a sadist, though I think it would be fair to call me a hedonist, or atleast a hedonist in training. I'm looking for pleasure in any means I can get it, and to be honest Saddy breaking your body just doesn't do anything for me. That said, I do think I'll find a form of pleasure defeating you and continuing my winning ways. I've never won three matches in a row in UWA, hell these last two wins of mine have doubled my success in the company. I also believe conquering a man like you Sadistic, will help my chances with the ladies. Nobody wants to shag a loser is what I'm getting at. So you and I, we're gonna square up inside that ring looking to find pleasure for ourselves. Thing is what I need it so much easier to focus on than what you need. While you're trying to break my body, I'm just trying to pin your shoulders to the mat. While you're looking to apply holds for the sake of punishment, I'll be looking for submissions that might earn me a win. You want this match to last as long as it can, while I'm looking to get in and get out so I can move on to better more enjoyable things. No need for this to get any more personal than it needs to be buddy, we go in, we put on a show, I get the win, and we can both move our attention to our next victims. You can look at some of the newcomers or declining veterans and get your rocks off at the idea of cutting their careers short. Me, I have a much more specific set of prey I'm looking to sink my teeth into.
With a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, Bob moves forward and shuts off the camera. Shortly after he picks up the magazine he'd laid down earlier, and walks off into his bedroom.