Post by photographerbob on Dec 5, 2014 6:20:14 GMT -6
UWA's head of talent Sam Johnson is working on some paperwork in his office when someone knocks on his door.
Sam: Doors unlocked.
He finishes up his current piece of work before stacking up the papers and moving them to the side of his desk. We hear the door open and in walks Bob Brooks, flashing Sam a big cheesy smile as he pulls a chair up in front of Sam's desk.
Bob: Sammy my buddy hows it been?
Sam: Hey Bob, I haven't seen you since you were all paranoid about us firing you for losing so often. I hope you've gotten over all that now that you've put together a couple of big wins.
The part time photographer waves off any accusation of him being afraid for his job like it is some sort of joke as he takes a seat.
Bob: Why you gotta bring that up Sammy, that is like ancient history man. Besides I knew deep down it was just a matter of time before I put it all together.
Sam: Glad to hear everything is going well then. So what is it I can do for you Bob?
Bob: Aw come on Sammy why you assume I came here for something.
Sam: Oh, well if this is a social call then I'm going to have to turn you down. I've got a whole lot of work to finish before I can even think about going out.
The head of talent motions towards the door, which causes Bob to panic as he holds his hands up trying to regain Sam's attention.
Bob: Well man now that you mention it, maybe there is something you could help me out with.
Sam: If there is something you need just let me know, as head of talent it is literally my job to help you the best I can.
Bob: See Sammy, I knew you were a team player. I don't need a whole lot man, this isn't me asking for a raise since I've been kicking some serious butt, or demanding more time on the show or anything like that. I just need you to sort of maybe help me out with a bit of information is all.
Sam: Doesn't sound too bad. What can I help you with Bob? Need to know a good hotel for the next town we're visiting, or the location of a local gym so you can sneak an extra work out in or something?
Bob: Nothing like that man. I was just hoping you could maybe give me the address of the television champion Amy Zing. If you wanted to tell me where Lacey Roberts lived as well though, I guess that'd be cool."
You can tell by Sam's face that he wants to help Bob out, but all he can manage to do is let out a sigh and pick up a stack of papers that he begins to shuffle nervously.
Sam: I'm gonna be straight with you Bob, I don't think that is something I can help you with.
Bob: Why not Sammy? I know you've got the info man, gotta be shipping them checks somewhere.
Sam: That isn't the problem Bob. The problem is that I've been getting a few written complaints about your behavior lately. Even without the anonymous letters about you being a peeping tom, there is that incident with you and Amy at the last show.
Bob: Oh yeah, pretty sweet huh. Not every day you get to beat up a champion. Job isn't done though, that's why I need you to tell me where she lives, could you imagine the impact taking out the champ in her own home would have?
Sam:Then why do you want Lacey's address?
Bob: Ya know, reasons...
There is an awkward silence, before Bob crosses his legs and puts his hands on his lap, doing his best to hide what may or may not be an erection.
Bob: Listen Sammy, I just need to get my hands on Amy Zing and Lacey Roberts, if not for two completely different but equally important reasons.
Sam: Oh well then the problem is already solved. You'll be competing in a match with Amy Zing and Lacey Roberts on the next Mayhem.
Bob: Really? That's really great Sammy, me and those two lovely ladies, that pretty much guarantees me a good time.
Sam: Yes, it'll be you teaming up with Lacey Roberts to take on the team of Amy Zing, and Craven.
All the joy seems to drain out of Bob's face as Sam announces the fourth member of the match.
Bob: Craven. The hell is he doing in the match?
Sam: Had to even the playing field a bit Bob, couldn't just let you and Lacey take turns teeing off on our Television Champion. Craven seemed as good a fit as any.
Bob: Yeah, well whatever Sammy, doesn't matter, dude is just an obstacle that I won't let get in my way. It's really important I look strong in this match Sammy, gotta do everything I can to keep Amy in the ring and pin her shoulders to the mat.
Sam: Is that so Bob? You think pinning the champion might help earn you another opportunity to capture the television championship?
Bob: What? No, I mean like, I guess some people might argue if I can pin Amy I deserve a crack at her title but me defeating her in this tag team match is about much more than that.
Sam: Oh you're talking about earning points in the tournament to decide a number one contender for our World Championship. Way to think big Bob, take initiative because after all, who is to say it won't be you competing against Jeszika Gautier for the company's top prize.
Bob: Huh? Oh yeah I forgot about that tournament thing. Ha, one on one with Jeszika Gautier, she's got a body built for speed there Sammy, plus those alternative chicks with piercings and tattoos usually turn out to be pretty good lays.
A sick, perverse smile creeps up on Bob's face, before he shakes his head side to side and forces himself to remember his real reason for needing to win.
Bob: Yeah, but no, wasn't talking about that either. You said I'm teaming up with Lacey Roberts, which means she'll be at ringside to watch my performance. If I can pin Amy for a three count it'll show her how valuable of an asset I am, an asset worth keeping and if I play my cards right, an asset worth showing a good time, if you catch my drift Sammy.
The head of talent lets out a disappointed sigh.
Sam: You can't possibly be telling me this entire thing is about bedding Lacey Roberts.
Bob: Ya damn straight Sammy. Winning over Miss Roberts is like overcoming alcoholism, its a twelve step program. This whole tag team match thing though, it could easily help me skip five or six steps if I play things right. Well looks like I've got everything I need for now, its just a matter of time before I get to film my own personal adult movie with the hottest babe in UWA. Take care Sammy.
With a smile and a wink, Bob jumps up from his chair, and now that he is no longer covering his lap it's clear as fucking day that Bob is at full mast just thinking about fucking Lacey. He skips out of Sam's office, as Sam just shakes his head and gets back to his paperwork.
Later that day inside Bob's studio apartment, Bob records a message for his upcoming opponents, and his very special upcoming partner while sitting seductively on his couch.
Bob: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Bob Brooks, and while some of you may have forgotten me since I've signed with UWA, in the next few weeks I'm going to make sure you all know just who the hell I am. This coming Mayhem I am going to steal a victory from the television champion, steal the show from all the other wrestlers competing, and steal the heart of one Lacey Roberts.
He blows a kiss at the camera, obviously intended for Lacey.
Bob: First I'd like to address the Television Champion herself, Amy Zing. She seems awfully confused about our incident last show, and if I didn't know any better, I would be forced to believe she thought I was one of the good guys before I laid her out. This can't possibly be true though, I mean pretty much every woman in the company has treated me like dirt since I got here. I'm just a no good peeping tom with a camera, a total pervert who can't possibly appreciate a woman for anything more than their looks. I mean, it isn't completely wrong, I really really REALLY do appreciate the bodies of all the women on the UWA roster. Hell I can even admit that on occasion, its been the body of Amy herself that I was appreciating. I really didn't need any sort of ulterior motive to put my hands on Amy at Mayhem, she's a good piece of ass who like all the other women in this company had no trouble pretending like I didn't exist. Hell I was in the match with her when she won the Television Championship and the very second she won it, she forgot I even existed. That said, I didn't assault Amy Zing just to satisfy my own desires to touch one of UWA's battling babes. See hot as she may be, Amy Zing at best is a seven, meanwhile we've got the total package in Lacey Roberts maxing out at a whopping ten out of ten. Seriously Lacey, feel free to call me any time.
He throws his hand up with his thumb and pinky extended to look like a phone.
Bob:So as tempting as it might have been to have a little more fun with Amy after I laid her out, I was not about to waste my chance with a ten over a freaking seven ya dig. Ya see some girls they go for things like flowers, or chocolates, or you can woo them by standing outside their bedroom with a boombox over your head playing some cheesy love song. Thing is Lacey ain't no mere girl, she's one hundred percent woman and real women seek real men. So I had to prove I was legit, and while she might not have said it directly, Lacey was giving all the signs I needed to know erasing that stupid smile off of Amy's face was a good first step. So yeah, my attack on Amy was personal, but I didn't do it out of my hatred towards Miss Zing, I did it out of my love for Miss Roberts. This Monday, I'm gonna take out the television champion a second time. It's going to be put my hands all over her, a bit of a preview for my love Lacey so she knows just what I'm capable of. I'm going to pick up the victory, and then me and my life partner can go somewhere private and celebrate our win while Amy spends the night licking her wounds. The only real question is whether or not she'll be picking up the pieces by herself, or alongside the one called Craven.
Up until now, Bob has appeared to be in a good mood, maybe a little too good a mood in fact. The mention of Craven however, has killed whatever buzz Bob had going.
Bob: Craven I have no real quarrel with you man. I mean I suppose beating you up inside that ring would impress Lacey as well, but it really isn't necessary. I feel like if there is anybody on this roster who might understand me, it'd be you Craven. From what I hear you also know what it is like to fall head over heels in love with a woman who doesn't return the affection. Rumors say you bent over backwards to win over a woman, that there was no extreme you wouldn't go to in order to prove yourself to her. So think about how little Amy Zing means to you, think about how unimportant this match is to you in the grand scheme of things, then try to understand how important it is to a guy like me. You've been in my shoes, you know just how dangerous you were before you got what you wanted, think of what you did to every obstacle that got in your way, then realize that if you show up on Monday, you make yourself an obstacle in my way, and are forcing me to overcome you in the same manner. I'll do what I have to do Craven, to whoever I have to do it to, I genuinely hope you decide this battle isn't yours and you keep yourself on the apron while I take care of Amy Zing. You don't have to play an important role in this story Craven. That said, I can't finish without talking about the star of this story, the woman of the hour, and future Television Champion, Lacey Roberts.
While Craven may have temporarily removed Bob's smile, the thought of Lacey brings it back bigger and stronger than ever.
Bob: Lacey Roberts, the only person on the planet who knows you are going to defeat Amy and become Television Champion more than you, is me. That said, I officially pledge myself to you. I shall dedicate every victory I have to you and your beauty. I will charge head on to face any and all opposition that dares defy your right to rule over this entire company. I will become a champion of the champion. Consider this upcoming Mayhem an audition, or a tryout. Keep your eyes on me, like I have kept my eyes on you since the first day I saw you. Be prepared to be truly impressed, because as much success as I've had lately, it's only just the beginning. They say behind every great man, is an even greater woman, and Lacey, I see no greater woman who could possibly get behind me than you. See you Monday, and hopefully even more after that.
Sam: Doors unlocked.
He finishes up his current piece of work before stacking up the papers and moving them to the side of his desk. We hear the door open and in walks Bob Brooks, flashing Sam a big cheesy smile as he pulls a chair up in front of Sam's desk.
Bob: Sammy my buddy hows it been?
Sam: Hey Bob, I haven't seen you since you were all paranoid about us firing you for losing so often. I hope you've gotten over all that now that you've put together a couple of big wins.
The part time photographer waves off any accusation of him being afraid for his job like it is some sort of joke as he takes a seat.
Bob: Why you gotta bring that up Sammy, that is like ancient history man. Besides I knew deep down it was just a matter of time before I put it all together.
Sam: Glad to hear everything is going well then. So what is it I can do for you Bob?
Bob: Aw come on Sammy why you assume I came here for something.
Sam: Oh, well if this is a social call then I'm going to have to turn you down. I've got a whole lot of work to finish before I can even think about going out.
The head of talent motions towards the door, which causes Bob to panic as he holds his hands up trying to regain Sam's attention.
Bob: Well man now that you mention it, maybe there is something you could help me out with.
Sam: If there is something you need just let me know, as head of talent it is literally my job to help you the best I can.
Bob: See Sammy, I knew you were a team player. I don't need a whole lot man, this isn't me asking for a raise since I've been kicking some serious butt, or demanding more time on the show or anything like that. I just need you to sort of maybe help me out with a bit of information is all.
Sam: Doesn't sound too bad. What can I help you with Bob? Need to know a good hotel for the next town we're visiting, or the location of a local gym so you can sneak an extra work out in or something?
Bob: Nothing like that man. I was just hoping you could maybe give me the address of the television champion Amy Zing. If you wanted to tell me where Lacey Roberts lived as well though, I guess that'd be cool."
You can tell by Sam's face that he wants to help Bob out, but all he can manage to do is let out a sigh and pick up a stack of papers that he begins to shuffle nervously.
Sam: I'm gonna be straight with you Bob, I don't think that is something I can help you with.
Bob: Why not Sammy? I know you've got the info man, gotta be shipping them checks somewhere.
Sam: That isn't the problem Bob. The problem is that I've been getting a few written complaints about your behavior lately. Even without the anonymous letters about you being a peeping tom, there is that incident with you and Amy at the last show.
Bob: Oh yeah, pretty sweet huh. Not every day you get to beat up a champion. Job isn't done though, that's why I need you to tell me where she lives, could you imagine the impact taking out the champ in her own home would have?
Sam:Then why do you want Lacey's address?
Bob: Ya know, reasons...
There is an awkward silence, before Bob crosses his legs and puts his hands on his lap, doing his best to hide what may or may not be an erection.
Bob: Listen Sammy, I just need to get my hands on Amy Zing and Lacey Roberts, if not for two completely different but equally important reasons.
Sam: Oh well then the problem is already solved. You'll be competing in a match with Amy Zing and Lacey Roberts on the next Mayhem.
Bob: Really? That's really great Sammy, me and those two lovely ladies, that pretty much guarantees me a good time.
Sam: Yes, it'll be you teaming up with Lacey Roberts to take on the team of Amy Zing, and Craven.
All the joy seems to drain out of Bob's face as Sam announces the fourth member of the match.
Bob: Craven. The hell is he doing in the match?
Sam: Had to even the playing field a bit Bob, couldn't just let you and Lacey take turns teeing off on our Television Champion. Craven seemed as good a fit as any.
Bob: Yeah, well whatever Sammy, doesn't matter, dude is just an obstacle that I won't let get in my way. It's really important I look strong in this match Sammy, gotta do everything I can to keep Amy in the ring and pin her shoulders to the mat.
Sam: Is that so Bob? You think pinning the champion might help earn you another opportunity to capture the television championship?
Bob: What? No, I mean like, I guess some people might argue if I can pin Amy I deserve a crack at her title but me defeating her in this tag team match is about much more than that.
Sam: Oh you're talking about earning points in the tournament to decide a number one contender for our World Championship. Way to think big Bob, take initiative because after all, who is to say it won't be you competing against Jeszika Gautier for the company's top prize.
Bob: Huh? Oh yeah I forgot about that tournament thing. Ha, one on one with Jeszika Gautier, she's got a body built for speed there Sammy, plus those alternative chicks with piercings and tattoos usually turn out to be pretty good lays.
A sick, perverse smile creeps up on Bob's face, before he shakes his head side to side and forces himself to remember his real reason for needing to win.
Bob: Yeah, but no, wasn't talking about that either. You said I'm teaming up with Lacey Roberts, which means she'll be at ringside to watch my performance. If I can pin Amy for a three count it'll show her how valuable of an asset I am, an asset worth keeping and if I play my cards right, an asset worth showing a good time, if you catch my drift Sammy.
The head of talent lets out a disappointed sigh.
Sam: You can't possibly be telling me this entire thing is about bedding Lacey Roberts.
Bob: Ya damn straight Sammy. Winning over Miss Roberts is like overcoming alcoholism, its a twelve step program. This whole tag team match thing though, it could easily help me skip five or six steps if I play things right. Well looks like I've got everything I need for now, its just a matter of time before I get to film my own personal adult movie with the hottest babe in UWA. Take care Sammy.
With a smile and a wink, Bob jumps up from his chair, and now that he is no longer covering his lap it's clear as fucking day that Bob is at full mast just thinking about fucking Lacey. He skips out of Sam's office, as Sam just shakes his head and gets back to his paperwork.
Later that day inside Bob's studio apartment, Bob records a message for his upcoming opponents, and his very special upcoming partner while sitting seductively on his couch.
Bob: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Bob Brooks, and while some of you may have forgotten me since I've signed with UWA, in the next few weeks I'm going to make sure you all know just who the hell I am. This coming Mayhem I am going to steal a victory from the television champion, steal the show from all the other wrestlers competing, and steal the heart of one Lacey Roberts.
He blows a kiss at the camera, obviously intended for Lacey.
Bob: First I'd like to address the Television Champion herself, Amy Zing. She seems awfully confused about our incident last show, and if I didn't know any better, I would be forced to believe she thought I was one of the good guys before I laid her out. This can't possibly be true though, I mean pretty much every woman in the company has treated me like dirt since I got here. I'm just a no good peeping tom with a camera, a total pervert who can't possibly appreciate a woman for anything more than their looks. I mean, it isn't completely wrong, I really really REALLY do appreciate the bodies of all the women on the UWA roster. Hell I can even admit that on occasion, its been the body of Amy herself that I was appreciating. I really didn't need any sort of ulterior motive to put my hands on Amy at Mayhem, she's a good piece of ass who like all the other women in this company had no trouble pretending like I didn't exist. Hell I was in the match with her when she won the Television Championship and the very second she won it, she forgot I even existed. That said, I didn't assault Amy Zing just to satisfy my own desires to touch one of UWA's battling babes. See hot as she may be, Amy Zing at best is a seven, meanwhile we've got the total package in Lacey Roberts maxing out at a whopping ten out of ten. Seriously Lacey, feel free to call me any time.
He throws his hand up with his thumb and pinky extended to look like a phone.
Bob:So as tempting as it might have been to have a little more fun with Amy after I laid her out, I was not about to waste my chance with a ten over a freaking seven ya dig. Ya see some girls they go for things like flowers, or chocolates, or you can woo them by standing outside their bedroom with a boombox over your head playing some cheesy love song. Thing is Lacey ain't no mere girl, she's one hundred percent woman and real women seek real men. So I had to prove I was legit, and while she might not have said it directly, Lacey was giving all the signs I needed to know erasing that stupid smile off of Amy's face was a good first step. So yeah, my attack on Amy was personal, but I didn't do it out of my hatred towards Miss Zing, I did it out of my love for Miss Roberts. This Monday, I'm gonna take out the television champion a second time. It's going to be put my hands all over her, a bit of a preview for my love Lacey so she knows just what I'm capable of. I'm going to pick up the victory, and then me and my life partner can go somewhere private and celebrate our win while Amy spends the night licking her wounds. The only real question is whether or not she'll be picking up the pieces by herself, or alongside the one called Craven.
Up until now, Bob has appeared to be in a good mood, maybe a little too good a mood in fact. The mention of Craven however, has killed whatever buzz Bob had going.
Bob: Craven I have no real quarrel with you man. I mean I suppose beating you up inside that ring would impress Lacey as well, but it really isn't necessary. I feel like if there is anybody on this roster who might understand me, it'd be you Craven. From what I hear you also know what it is like to fall head over heels in love with a woman who doesn't return the affection. Rumors say you bent over backwards to win over a woman, that there was no extreme you wouldn't go to in order to prove yourself to her. So think about how little Amy Zing means to you, think about how unimportant this match is to you in the grand scheme of things, then try to understand how important it is to a guy like me. You've been in my shoes, you know just how dangerous you were before you got what you wanted, think of what you did to every obstacle that got in your way, then realize that if you show up on Monday, you make yourself an obstacle in my way, and are forcing me to overcome you in the same manner. I'll do what I have to do Craven, to whoever I have to do it to, I genuinely hope you decide this battle isn't yours and you keep yourself on the apron while I take care of Amy Zing. You don't have to play an important role in this story Craven. That said, I can't finish without talking about the star of this story, the woman of the hour, and future Television Champion, Lacey Roberts.
While Craven may have temporarily removed Bob's smile, the thought of Lacey brings it back bigger and stronger than ever.
Bob: Lacey Roberts, the only person on the planet who knows you are going to defeat Amy and become Television Champion more than you, is me. That said, I officially pledge myself to you. I shall dedicate every victory I have to you and your beauty. I will charge head on to face any and all opposition that dares defy your right to rule over this entire company. I will become a champion of the champion. Consider this upcoming Mayhem an audition, or a tryout. Keep your eyes on me, like I have kept my eyes on you since the first day I saw you. Be prepared to be truly impressed, because as much success as I've had lately, it's only just the beginning. They say behind every great man, is an even greater woman, and Lacey, I see no greater woman who could possibly get behind me than you. See you Monday, and hopefully even more after that.