Post by photographerbob on Jan 21, 2015 23:42:54 GMT -6
Bob: You know, a few weeks ago I'd consider a one on one match against Vince Jones as a huge step up for me in this company. He's a vicious ass kicking machine who stops at nothing to get what he wants. Not too long ago it felt like Vinny was on top of the world, or at least pretty damn close to it. Vincent held championship gold, capturing the North American Championship belt and holding it hostage like his life depended on it. The guy didn't just defeat anyone who tried to take it from him, he beat them down in such a merciless manner people began to question whether or not it was even worth going after the title to begin with. Then the higher ups start this little competition to name a number one contender for the biggest prize in the company. With as dominant as Vince had been as the North American Champion, virtually nobody tried to argue he could compete with the best of the best to become Global Champion. Then it all started to hit him, one blow after another and I'm not quite sure where it all began. I like to think it was when he went one on one with Ashley Kenyon, who already held a championship of her own. Maybe Vinny underestimated her, maybe she's just better than anyone wanted to admit. Doesn't matter how it happened, all that matters is Vince Jones lost his shiny belt, and for the first time in forever, the man seemed mortal.
Part time photographer Bob Brooks stands alone in front of one of his many cameras, though his attire is a bit unusual for him. Instead of a pair or shorts and a plain t shirt, Bob is wearing a pair of torn up jeans with several unnecessary chains hanging from every loop he could find. He's also sporting an old Washington Bullets throwback jersey, with another chain hanging around his neck. To top it off he's got a baseball cap of some sort sitting in his head turned completely sideways. It's unclear if Bob is trying to look cool, or just look like an utter jackass. It doesn't seem to matter, as he continues to address his upcoming opponent.
Bob: This was just the first step in Vinny's downward spiral. Evem with the unexpected loss to Ash, he was still in the running to win this competition that would pick who challenges for the Global Championship. I mean guys like me, complete afterthoughts as we hang out way behind the leaders of the pack. Vinny however, was right up there at the top, with the big mute called Sentinel. So the Vin man gets booked in the best way possible, he set up to go head to head with the biggest threat to costing him a shot at the top prize. He wins, dude could pretty much put it into cruise control and coast his way to that title match. That isn't how things went down though. Like before against Miss Kenyon, the Jones man fell up short, all but finishing any shot he had of winning this race to the global championship. Two shows in a row they put the pressure on Vince Jones, and when it matters most, when it's time to step up in the clutch, the guy shits the bed and ends up with nothing. Vince if you need any more evidence of how far you've fallen homie, look no further than me, the guy they've booked you against for the upcoming show.
There is a pause for a moment, before Bob throws his arms up and poses, even doing a full spin so Vince can get a good look at what awaits him at Mayhem.
Bob: I'm a guy whose never held a title here in UWA. A guy who, maybe if I'm lucky, is floating on a fifty percent win rate since debuting here. I'm not some big fan favorite that's gonna draw alot of attention to this match up, not some big hype guy that is here to help rebound you back to the top. Truth is Vinny, you just got demoted in a big way, thrown right into the middle of this clusterfuck of misfits that makes up the middle of the show. Trust my Jonesy you aren't going to understand what it is you've lost for yourself until you try to make your way back up into that spotlight. Down here where they've thrown you, it's where dreams go to die man. Say you actually snap yourself out of this funk and you manage to beat me, you think it's gonna boost you back up into the title picture? Don't be ridiculous. There are atleast three or four more guys just like me that you'll have to go through before upper management even thinks about giving you a second opportunity at the main event. Oh and don't even get me started on if you lose. Anybody whose ever lost to me instantly loses any and all street cred that might have once had. You're not gonna accept this truth though, you're gonna try and make yourself noticed one way or another. Like when you went out there and attacked Amy Zing. Bet you're expecting some big pay off for that one right Vinny? Lemme fill you in on a little something though Jones. The whole beating up princess Amy thing, I already did it. Let me tell you it from experience it leads you nowhere. Sometime when you aren't expecting it, she'll get revenge and knock your block off. Then she'll go on to lose her title, lose her following title match, and before you know it, what happened between you and her is completely forgotten about. Your just left sitting in limbo, maybe you get booked welcoming new talent to the company, maybe you're booked taking on a returning veteran, or maybe you just get forgotten all together and you get the next show off. Point is you've had your time to shine, you got to call yourself a champion, and you were close enough to succeeding that you could dream of becoming the top dog. All that's over now though Vince. You're down here with guys like me, and I'm gonna drag you down even further than you've already fallen.
Bob takes one of the chains from around his neck, takes it off and wraps it around his fist.
Bob: I'm gonna bust you up Vince, not because of anything personal, but because guys like me have to accomplish so much more just to step up even the tiniest bit in this business. A month ago, defeating you would leapfrog me over half the roster. Hell even two weeks ago a win would have made people start to take me seriously. Now, I'm not sure a victory over you is even worth fifteen minutes of fame. Doesn't really matter too much to me anyhow. Even if beating you does nothing for my career, I know it'll damn near cripple your career, and that is enough for me. Misery loves company Vinny, and the idea of watching you come to terms that your golden days are over, that you are now just a stepping stone for the rest of the roster, that's worth more than any shiny belt I could possibly wrap my hands around. Since day one people took notice of you, saw you as a legitimate threat, a potential contender. When I walked in I was considered a joke, and not even a good joke at that. I've always been one of the little guys, and the little guys always love to watch the bigger guys fall flat on their face. So talk to your manager, talk to your posse, talk to your family and friends and whatever few fans you might actually have and let them protect that fragile ego of yours. Let them spin the truths and manipulate your recent failures into whatever fantasy world you need to keep walking around with that swagger of yours. Step into the ring with me at Mayhem and look down on me, like all the fans do, like management does, like all those beautiful women on the roster do. It'll make it all the more sweeter when I pull out the upset and you once again go home disappointed. The best part of it all, is I'm gonna have my camera sitting there ringside, capturing every mistake you make, every moment of weakness you try so hard to pretend doesn't exist. Try to avoid whatever retaliation Amy Zing's got coming your way for this week Vinny, because outside of spending a night with Television Champion Lacey Roberts, I can't think of a better way to spend my night then crushing the hype of Vince Jones once and for all.
He brings his chain wrapped fist up to his face, and kissed the chain, before slamming it into his free hand, as the camera goes black.
Part time photographer Bob Brooks stands alone in front of one of his many cameras, though his attire is a bit unusual for him. Instead of a pair or shorts and a plain t shirt, Bob is wearing a pair of torn up jeans with several unnecessary chains hanging from every loop he could find. He's also sporting an old Washington Bullets throwback jersey, with another chain hanging around his neck. To top it off he's got a baseball cap of some sort sitting in his head turned completely sideways. It's unclear if Bob is trying to look cool, or just look like an utter jackass. It doesn't seem to matter, as he continues to address his upcoming opponent.
Bob: This was just the first step in Vinny's downward spiral. Evem with the unexpected loss to Ash, he was still in the running to win this competition that would pick who challenges for the Global Championship. I mean guys like me, complete afterthoughts as we hang out way behind the leaders of the pack. Vinny however, was right up there at the top, with the big mute called Sentinel. So the Vin man gets booked in the best way possible, he set up to go head to head with the biggest threat to costing him a shot at the top prize. He wins, dude could pretty much put it into cruise control and coast his way to that title match. That isn't how things went down though. Like before against Miss Kenyon, the Jones man fell up short, all but finishing any shot he had of winning this race to the global championship. Two shows in a row they put the pressure on Vince Jones, and when it matters most, when it's time to step up in the clutch, the guy shits the bed and ends up with nothing. Vince if you need any more evidence of how far you've fallen homie, look no further than me, the guy they've booked you against for the upcoming show.
There is a pause for a moment, before Bob throws his arms up and poses, even doing a full spin so Vince can get a good look at what awaits him at Mayhem.
Bob: I'm a guy whose never held a title here in UWA. A guy who, maybe if I'm lucky, is floating on a fifty percent win rate since debuting here. I'm not some big fan favorite that's gonna draw alot of attention to this match up, not some big hype guy that is here to help rebound you back to the top. Truth is Vinny, you just got demoted in a big way, thrown right into the middle of this clusterfuck of misfits that makes up the middle of the show. Trust my Jonesy you aren't going to understand what it is you've lost for yourself until you try to make your way back up into that spotlight. Down here where they've thrown you, it's where dreams go to die man. Say you actually snap yourself out of this funk and you manage to beat me, you think it's gonna boost you back up into the title picture? Don't be ridiculous. There are atleast three or four more guys just like me that you'll have to go through before upper management even thinks about giving you a second opportunity at the main event. Oh and don't even get me started on if you lose. Anybody whose ever lost to me instantly loses any and all street cred that might have once had. You're not gonna accept this truth though, you're gonna try and make yourself noticed one way or another. Like when you went out there and attacked Amy Zing. Bet you're expecting some big pay off for that one right Vinny? Lemme fill you in on a little something though Jones. The whole beating up princess Amy thing, I already did it. Let me tell you it from experience it leads you nowhere. Sometime when you aren't expecting it, she'll get revenge and knock your block off. Then she'll go on to lose her title, lose her following title match, and before you know it, what happened between you and her is completely forgotten about. Your just left sitting in limbo, maybe you get booked welcoming new talent to the company, maybe you're booked taking on a returning veteran, or maybe you just get forgotten all together and you get the next show off. Point is you've had your time to shine, you got to call yourself a champion, and you were close enough to succeeding that you could dream of becoming the top dog. All that's over now though Vince. You're down here with guys like me, and I'm gonna drag you down even further than you've already fallen.
Bob takes one of the chains from around his neck, takes it off and wraps it around his fist.
Bob: I'm gonna bust you up Vince, not because of anything personal, but because guys like me have to accomplish so much more just to step up even the tiniest bit in this business. A month ago, defeating you would leapfrog me over half the roster. Hell even two weeks ago a win would have made people start to take me seriously. Now, I'm not sure a victory over you is even worth fifteen minutes of fame. Doesn't really matter too much to me anyhow. Even if beating you does nothing for my career, I know it'll damn near cripple your career, and that is enough for me. Misery loves company Vinny, and the idea of watching you come to terms that your golden days are over, that you are now just a stepping stone for the rest of the roster, that's worth more than any shiny belt I could possibly wrap my hands around. Since day one people took notice of you, saw you as a legitimate threat, a potential contender. When I walked in I was considered a joke, and not even a good joke at that. I've always been one of the little guys, and the little guys always love to watch the bigger guys fall flat on their face. So talk to your manager, talk to your posse, talk to your family and friends and whatever few fans you might actually have and let them protect that fragile ego of yours. Let them spin the truths and manipulate your recent failures into whatever fantasy world you need to keep walking around with that swagger of yours. Step into the ring with me at Mayhem and look down on me, like all the fans do, like management does, like all those beautiful women on the roster do. It'll make it all the more sweeter when I pull out the upset and you once again go home disappointed. The best part of it all, is I'm gonna have my camera sitting there ringside, capturing every mistake you make, every moment of weakness you try so hard to pretend doesn't exist. Try to avoid whatever retaliation Amy Zing's got coming your way for this week Vinny, because outside of spending a night with Television Champion Lacey Roberts, I can't think of a better way to spend my night then crushing the hype of Vince Jones once and for all.
He brings his chain wrapped fist up to his face, and kissed the chain, before slamming it into his free hand, as the camera goes black.