Post by photographerbob on Feb 4, 2015 23:39:15 GMT -6
Bob: Hurray it's finally here!
Bob's roommate Johnny looks up from reading the newspaper as he sits on the couch, as Bob walks into the living room carrying a large cardboard box containing god knows what.
Johnny: What's the big deal? UPS finally deliver that blow up doll you bought off Amazon?
Bob: Even better.
Like a child opening a Christmas present, Bob rips open the box in front of him and pours its contents on to the floor. Several small black devices of different shapes and sizes fall out of the box. Bob points towards the pile of technological whatever they are with joy, as Johnny cocks his head sideways not even sure what they are.
Johnny: I don't get it. What am I looking at here?
Bob: Really? They're freaking cameras man. Like super neat and stealthy spy cameras you can hide in various places. This stuff is like, top of the line quality man get hyped.
Johnny does not get hyped. He sits there scratching his head trying to figure it all out.
Johnny: So what do we need spy cameras for? This isn't gonna turn into something super creepy is it?
Bob throws his hands up in defense.
Bob: What? Like I would ever use such wonderfully technologically advanced equipment for something so sinister.
Johnny: Okay, then what are they for?
Bob: They are for um... ya know... um... like... oh, I bought them for home security and stuff.
Johnny: You're joking right?
Bob: No way. You can scatter these bad boys all over the house, put one on the shelf, one in the vent, another one near the TV and what not. Just little hidden security cameras so if somebody ever breaks in and steals our stuff we'll know who did it.
Johnny: There are like, thirty of those things on the floor. We could have this entire apartment covered with like, five.
Bob: Well yeah but maybe I'm planning ahead, for like, when we move out of this dump and get an even bigger apartment.
Johnny: First of all, you can't even afford this apartment without my help. Secondly, how you plan on getting a pay raise losing to Vince Jones?
Bob: Don't be a hater Johnny, I almost had him that match.
Johnny: Because dude was overlooking you. He thought you were a painter or something. Not that I blame him, I'd say over half your coworkers have no idea who you are.
Bob: That's not true.
Johnny: You sure? I'm pretty sure your opponent this week has no idea who you are.
Bob: Well yeah, but this guy is new to the place, he probably doesn't know anyone.
Johnny: And that doesn't bother you? You being in the company for as long as you have and instead of moving up in the world they've got you greeting newcomers.
Bob: I like to think of it as the boss believing I'm well known enough by now that I can carry this newcomer through his first match without people getting bored.
Johnny: You know I thought you were delusional talking about you and Lacey Roberts, but this might actually be worse. You think you're a valued member of the UWA team?
Bob: "Absolutely. I mean not only did I outlast the guy I debuted against.
Johnny: Who totally beat you.
Bob: I've outlasted plenty of other wrestlers in this company as well. I'm a survivor Johnny, people appreciate a survivor. Also don't talk about my relationship with Lacey Roberts like it's over, we're still gonna get married and have a few babies and live happily ever after.
Johnny: Dude, she didn't even invite you to her post championship match victory party.
Bob: To be fair, I was sort of banged up from that attack from Amy Zing.
Johnny: Which was retaliation of your attack. Fine, did she invite you to celebrate her first successful title defense?
Bob: Well no, but again I was sent to the hospital to get checked on after that Vince Jones incident.
Johnny: You mean that beatdown that would have taken you out of the company had Amy Zing, the last person to assault you outside of a match showed up and rescued you. Seriously you'd think of all people Amy would be the one to sit back and watch you suffer.
Bob: Nah man, me and Amy are totally cool now, I think. I mean sure, I sort of attacked her, and might have distracted her just enough to cost her the Television Championship, but like, she got me back so we're even Steven now.
Johnny: That or you've been replaced by an actual threat, like Vince Jones. She's already forgotten who you are Bobby, just like Lacey Roberts, and just like those in charge of that little wrestling organization of yours.
Bob: I disagree man. But if it makes you feel any better, I'll go and remind them of who I am. Besides I needed an excuse to test some of these out anyway.
Bob grabs a handfull of his tiny spy cameras and heads towards his room. The screen goes black for a moment, before showing a new scene, and overhead look down of Bob's bedroom, with Bob sitting in the center of his bed.
Bob: Welcome to Unchained Wrestling Alliance Mr. Hunter.
Bob looks up at the camera with a smile.
Bob: That is what I'm getting paid to do yes? Welcome the new guy to the company and what have you. I'm not quite sure how things look from where you're sitting, when I was hired by UWA I debuted against another man who like me was a fresh face. I remember the nerves I had going into the match, and wondered if he felt the same. Now though, I have no such nerves before a match. I've been here long enough to know what to expect. Sure, there's a good chance I get beat up by the new guy, but regardless of what you bring to the show I know that I'll survive.
The view changes from above the room to looking at Bob from the corner of the room, and Bob changes his head to look at the different camera accordingly.
Bob: Maybe I'm wrong to believe you'll walk into your debut the same mental wreck I was when I was hired. You are after all, a hunter in both name and mentality. Perhaps you are looking at me as some pitiful and harmless prey. It's possible you've got ice in your veins, and nothing I say or do is going to shake your resolve. There seem to already be whispers about you, and most of them are about the similarities between you and I. I suppose I'll find out just how much we have in common when we clash inside that ring together.
Again the camera angle changes, this time from a low point of view looking up at Bob from his lap.
Bob: I've been tested already Mr. Hunter. Taken my lumps, been given opportunities then felt the sting of failing to capitalize on them. I've struggled with both my professional and personal life, but have always persevered. Maybe that is why I was chosen to welcome you to the business Mr. Hunter. I'm here to drag you into a fight and test how much mettle you've got, whether or not you sink or swim when the tide rises. Kindred spirits, two of a kind, you and I might be just that. I guess the best way to find out though, is to see how you respond to falling short in your debut. I came up short and survived Mr. Hunter, let's see what happens when I flip the script, and turn the hunter, into the hunted.
Now the camera switches to a view directly in front of Bob, where he just smiles and winks, before everything goes black.
Bob's roommate Johnny looks up from reading the newspaper as he sits on the couch, as Bob walks into the living room carrying a large cardboard box containing god knows what.
Johnny: What's the big deal? UPS finally deliver that blow up doll you bought off Amazon?
Bob: Even better.
Like a child opening a Christmas present, Bob rips open the box in front of him and pours its contents on to the floor. Several small black devices of different shapes and sizes fall out of the box. Bob points towards the pile of technological whatever they are with joy, as Johnny cocks his head sideways not even sure what they are.
Johnny: I don't get it. What am I looking at here?
Bob: Really? They're freaking cameras man. Like super neat and stealthy spy cameras you can hide in various places. This stuff is like, top of the line quality man get hyped.
Johnny does not get hyped. He sits there scratching his head trying to figure it all out.
Johnny: So what do we need spy cameras for? This isn't gonna turn into something super creepy is it?
Bob throws his hands up in defense.
Bob: What? Like I would ever use such wonderfully technologically advanced equipment for something so sinister.
Johnny: Okay, then what are they for?
Bob: They are for um... ya know... um... like... oh, I bought them for home security and stuff.
Johnny: You're joking right?
Bob: No way. You can scatter these bad boys all over the house, put one on the shelf, one in the vent, another one near the TV and what not. Just little hidden security cameras so if somebody ever breaks in and steals our stuff we'll know who did it.
Johnny: There are like, thirty of those things on the floor. We could have this entire apartment covered with like, five.
Bob: Well yeah but maybe I'm planning ahead, for like, when we move out of this dump and get an even bigger apartment.
Johnny: First of all, you can't even afford this apartment without my help. Secondly, how you plan on getting a pay raise losing to Vince Jones?
Bob: Don't be a hater Johnny, I almost had him that match.
Johnny: Because dude was overlooking you. He thought you were a painter or something. Not that I blame him, I'd say over half your coworkers have no idea who you are.
Bob: That's not true.
Johnny: You sure? I'm pretty sure your opponent this week has no idea who you are.
Bob: Well yeah, but this guy is new to the place, he probably doesn't know anyone.
Johnny: And that doesn't bother you? You being in the company for as long as you have and instead of moving up in the world they've got you greeting newcomers.
Bob: I like to think of it as the boss believing I'm well known enough by now that I can carry this newcomer through his first match without people getting bored.
Johnny: You know I thought you were delusional talking about you and Lacey Roberts, but this might actually be worse. You think you're a valued member of the UWA team?
Bob: "Absolutely. I mean not only did I outlast the guy I debuted against.
Johnny: Who totally beat you.
Bob: I've outlasted plenty of other wrestlers in this company as well. I'm a survivor Johnny, people appreciate a survivor. Also don't talk about my relationship with Lacey Roberts like it's over, we're still gonna get married and have a few babies and live happily ever after.
Johnny: Dude, she didn't even invite you to her post championship match victory party.
Bob: To be fair, I was sort of banged up from that attack from Amy Zing.
Johnny: Which was retaliation of your attack. Fine, did she invite you to celebrate her first successful title defense?
Bob: Well no, but again I was sent to the hospital to get checked on after that Vince Jones incident.
Johnny: You mean that beatdown that would have taken you out of the company had Amy Zing, the last person to assault you outside of a match showed up and rescued you. Seriously you'd think of all people Amy would be the one to sit back and watch you suffer.
Bob: Nah man, me and Amy are totally cool now, I think. I mean sure, I sort of attacked her, and might have distracted her just enough to cost her the Television Championship, but like, she got me back so we're even Steven now.
Johnny: That or you've been replaced by an actual threat, like Vince Jones. She's already forgotten who you are Bobby, just like Lacey Roberts, and just like those in charge of that little wrestling organization of yours.
Bob: I disagree man. But if it makes you feel any better, I'll go and remind them of who I am. Besides I needed an excuse to test some of these out anyway.
Bob grabs a handfull of his tiny spy cameras and heads towards his room. The screen goes black for a moment, before showing a new scene, and overhead look down of Bob's bedroom, with Bob sitting in the center of his bed.
Bob: Welcome to Unchained Wrestling Alliance Mr. Hunter.
Bob looks up at the camera with a smile.
Bob: That is what I'm getting paid to do yes? Welcome the new guy to the company and what have you. I'm not quite sure how things look from where you're sitting, when I was hired by UWA I debuted against another man who like me was a fresh face. I remember the nerves I had going into the match, and wondered if he felt the same. Now though, I have no such nerves before a match. I've been here long enough to know what to expect. Sure, there's a good chance I get beat up by the new guy, but regardless of what you bring to the show I know that I'll survive.
The view changes from above the room to looking at Bob from the corner of the room, and Bob changes his head to look at the different camera accordingly.
Bob: Maybe I'm wrong to believe you'll walk into your debut the same mental wreck I was when I was hired. You are after all, a hunter in both name and mentality. Perhaps you are looking at me as some pitiful and harmless prey. It's possible you've got ice in your veins, and nothing I say or do is going to shake your resolve. There seem to already be whispers about you, and most of them are about the similarities between you and I. I suppose I'll find out just how much we have in common when we clash inside that ring together.
Again the camera angle changes, this time from a low point of view looking up at Bob from his lap.
Bob: I've been tested already Mr. Hunter. Taken my lumps, been given opportunities then felt the sting of failing to capitalize on them. I've struggled with both my professional and personal life, but have always persevered. Maybe that is why I was chosen to welcome you to the business Mr. Hunter. I'm here to drag you into a fight and test how much mettle you've got, whether or not you sink or swim when the tide rises. Kindred spirits, two of a kind, you and I might be just that. I guess the best way to find out though, is to see how you respond to falling short in your debut. I came up short and survived Mr. Hunter, let's see what happens when I flip the script, and turn the hunter, into the hunted.
Now the camera switches to a view directly in front of Bob, where he just smiles and winks, before everything goes black.