Post by Derek Brooks on Feb 29, 2016 4:59:44 GMT
One match down, my first…a win.
I took on Gabriel Cross and I did exactly what I said I was going to do and I beat him in the center of the ring through no fault of his own.
I was simply better.
The camera penetrates the darkness of the grimy basement workout area. I had the money for better, hell I could have joined the local gym, but I wanted to humble myself. I wanted to work from the ground up, bring myself from nothing and hence, the dark, damp conditions you see before you. With a mat beneath my massive frame I continued to push myself up off the ground time and time again, sweat falling from my forehead to the ground below, each making a splash against the padded mat as I continued.
98…99…100
I pushed myself back up, hands on my hips, resting back on my knees.
It’s you again. You’ve come to see what makes “Greatness” so great haven’t you? You came to find out why the man before you is the one surrounded by sweet things of honey on a nightly basis no matter the club he goes to didn’t you? You came to find out why I left the office of Kat Conway the other night DIDN’T YOU!?
I wave my hands in front of me, clearly joking…or was I? Okay, fine, I was…on that last part. The girls do flock when “Greatness” is in their presence because I make them go weak at the knees with the simple cock of an eyebrow and a flash of this sexy all white smile…
I know what you’re here for slappy, now move out the way so I can get up.
I stand to my feet, shirtless, a pair of shorts on, sweat dripping down my chiseled frame, glistening off the light from the television screen.
You want to know how the man before you, Derek Brooks, feels about the upcoming Pay Per View entitled Danger Zone. You want to know how “Greatness” feels about walking down that ramp like nobody before him, stepping in that ring like nobody presently does, and beating the crap out of some punk ass kid named Austin James Mercer, a wannabe Snoop Dogg in Todd Williams, and some guy who looks like a cross between a pedophile and the local drycleaner.
The cameraman can be heard in the background snickering at the comments before I hold my hand up into the lens. My voice was still audible, even though you couldn’t see me.
You interrupt my time like that again and I’ll find a shoe upstairs and stick it so far up your ass you could floss with the shoelaces, got me bitch!?
I move my hand and the camera nods up and down. I clap them together, snapping your attention to the man before you, as if it ever left, because I have stuff to say, things you’ll want to listen to, and things that are so monumentally important, you might just crap yourself, sitting there listening.
So now, pay attention boys and girls because I’m about to take you on a ride from one shit hole to the next, up and down, turn you upside down, and spit you right back out where you sit, and if you blink, you’re going to miss a hell of a lot.
Ready?
Here we go.
We start with that sick mustache wearing freak Kyle Mason. I have to wonder if you ever truly wanted to be in this position in the first place. You’re seemingly gone forever, probably with the neighborhood boys in your bedroom, someone please call the cops for Christ’s sake…and then out of the blue, you shoot off at the mouth like a whore with her confessions at church, get a match, get your ass kicked, and leave again. As a matter of fact, you should have IWF.com make you a damn shirt. Appear, Confess Like a Whore, Get My Ass Kicked, Repeat. It’s trending everywhere, hell, as soon as this promo gets seen by the millions of people who admire “Greatness” it will trend worldwide.
So you are back, and I’m telling you now, you kiddie porn gawker, I will smack you so hard that your damn mustache will fall off, I’ll cure you of your sick ways, and by the time Derek Brooks throws you out in the trash where you belong, you’ll be a changed man. Police will run up to me in the street, little kids in your neighborhood, and ice cream men who can now run their trucks up and down your street, they’ll all come up to me and say “THANK YOU DEREK!” because I’ve ridded the streets of a sick, twisted, sadistic FREAK like yourself. I shut you up, I beat you, and I moved on to bigger and better things while you get locked away in a padded cell, sans mustache.
I’m feeling the electricity course through my veins. The blood is pumping, the body is heating up, I want to bounce from one foot to the other but I don’t want to make the fat cameraman with herpes sick. I clap my hands again to revert your waning attention, because after all, this is the world of ADD, where people the world over have an attention span for a total of five seconds…SO PAY ATTENTION!
I hold up two fingers. It’s time for the next victim, Mr. Cornrows himself…
Todd Williams. The man who last week right in the middle of that very ring, took it too Austin James Mercer. Apparently Todd, you smacked him to hard the peroxide left his hair, and half of it just fell off his head. Anyways, congratulations are in order.
You…
Another similar to kiddie lips who goes away and comes back whenever he feels like “Going BIG”.
Yes, I used air quotes because whoever started that is a complete and total moron.
You mean business all of a sudden huh Todd? You mean business like when you meant business hiding under the blanket when you were thirteen playing “Whack it Off” is that what you mean by business Todd?
Sick. Do us all a favor, and please, wash your hands before coming out to that ring because if I even smell bodily fluid on you I’ll punch you so hard in the face that your tightened cornrows will undo themselves and your hair will pop out into a full-fledged afro.
{I start clapping sarcastically.}
Anyway, as I was saying, you put in the work and you beat the peroxide out of Mercer. I would say congratulations again, but the fact of the matter is quite simple…you don’t truly deserve it. So you won a match against someone who means absolutely nothing in this business, whoopy doo for you. Now I know what you’re thinking, who am I, well…
I’M GREATNESS BITCH!
Learn the name, know it well. I’m the train coming down the tracks at Danger Zone. I’m the one who is going to beat you and the two other stooges into submission and win me a shot at the Man of Steel Title in only my second match, and there’s really nothing any of the three of you can do to stop me.
{I hold up three fingers. There’s one left folks.}
Just a week ago you had longer hair, and some bleach in it, but as I said, it’s gone now courtesy of Todd Williams, or maybe not. Maybe Eliza strapped on her dildo, stuck it up your ass, and demanded you get a buzz cut. Yeah, that’s gotta be it, because your punk ass couldn’t possibly be wearing the pants in that relationship. Hell, I bet the real reason she’s catatonic half the time, or “not all there”, you know, like when she froze in the ring against Eternity…
{That’s right folks, I do my homework, some of you should take notes…though it won’t matter since you won’t follow them anyway.}
…She was thinking about Derek Brooks. That’s right boy, she heard the rumors. She knew I was coming to the IWF. She knew that “Greatness” was about to grace the presence of that locker room, and she looked at you, shook her head, rolled her eyes, and thought to herself, “What the hell am I doing with this bitch boy when I can be with a real man?”. Well sweet cheeks, you’re about to get your opportunity. You’re about to see why they call me “Greatness”.
Smacking the back of my one hand into the palm of the other, I snap you out of the trance of thinking of my body, my perfect voice, everything that’s wrong with the man beside you, and focus it all on me, but alas, you cannot stay in that dream scenario, because like I said, what I’m going to say is quite important.
You see Eliza, you, your ex Kayla, her sister Amber, all the way to Renee Pleasant and his incestral little group of fuckwads, are all going to feel “Greatness” through your bitch boy. This is how it’s going to happen. I’m going to take my boot and stick it so far up his ass that the vibrations will course through his body. Then, the next time the two of you have sexual relations, you’ll definitely be catatonic because it won’t be Austin inside you, it’ll be the force of “Greatness” coursing through his body. Then, when you’re done and bored with him you’ll go have some happy scissor time with Kayla for old time’s sake, then she’ll go to whatever member of the Pleasant tree she’s banging, somehow it will go through the twisted web of stupidity that is the Pleasant Clan, and it’ll smack Amber Richards in her now soaking wet pants because the force will be so brutal I’ll break that bitches water I’m so great.
You’ll all feel “Greatness” for the first time in your miserable lives and you’ll wonder why you put up with an idiot like Austin James Mercer in the first place.
{I swipe my hands from side to side as if to say that’s it.}
Enough with the fun and games. It’s no secret that I went to the NFL and blew out my knee. It’s no secret that I came here. It’s no secret that I’m a physical specimen the likes of which most of you could only dream. Here’s the secret…when I commit, I’m full board. There’s no stopping the man before you, and as fitting as it may be for me to be fighting for a shot at the Man of Steel Title with this chiseled chest, I’ll be doing just that. Then, when I go through these three pieces of steaming dog shit, I’ll move on to Zasshu, I’ll use his mask to wipe my ass, and I’ll become the new…THE NEW Man of Steel Champion…and then you can show your appreciation for true…Greatness.
**I’m Out**
{RING RING RING!}
It was early in the morning, so early the sun hadn’t even thought of coming up yet. I had just signed my IWF Contract, had my first match, and this was my first night back home since my debut. I couldn’t understand why somebody was calling me so early.
I rolled over on my side and grabbed a hold of my phone, sliding the green button to answer. ”Hello?”
The voice on the other end was an old acquaintance of mine. ”Derek…I got a job for you.”, he went on as I sat up in bed, the back of my head resting against the cool hard wall behind me.
”How about we…”, I cut him off. ”Shane, I don’t do that anymore. I gave it up. I couldn’t go through the rigors of collecting anymore. I was committing borderline crimes. I almost killed a guy. I needed to get out for my own piece of mind.”
Needless to say, Shane didn’t take too kindly to what I had told him.
”What the hell do you mean you quit? We have a deal Derek. I told you that if you did x amount of things for me, I’d clear your debt for you.”
He was pissed. I could hear more yelling that was inaudible, he must have been holding the phone out and yelling into it or something. I tried to talk to him, I then was forced to yell into my own phone, ”HEY! LISTEN! You told me you would help me out if I helped you out. You took advantage of that Shane. You told me a certain number of jobs, then when I hit the quota, you kept saying one more time, one more time, and on and on it went. I’m done with you, and I’m done with the life. Keep your damn money, and your damn connections. I got a job and I sure as hell don’t need your help with that.”
He was furious.
”You God Damn son of a…”
Before he could finish, I interrupted, ”Goodbye Shane.”
I slid the phone closed. I had owed the man a favor, but at the same time I had repaid that favor. I didn’t owe him anything anymore, and that just wasn’t getting through to him. It was time to end this bad time in my life, it was time to make myself a better man again, make my family proud, and the only way I could do that was the straight and narrow, the only way I could do so is what I’m doing…with the IWF. I turned the phone off. I knew he’d try and call back, it’s how he was. I set the phone on the nightstand next to me and turned back over. Back to sleep I went…for another couple hours at least.
I took on Gabriel Cross and I did exactly what I said I was going to do and I beat him in the center of the ring through no fault of his own.
I was simply better.
The camera penetrates the darkness of the grimy basement workout area. I had the money for better, hell I could have joined the local gym, but I wanted to humble myself. I wanted to work from the ground up, bring myself from nothing and hence, the dark, damp conditions you see before you. With a mat beneath my massive frame I continued to push myself up off the ground time and time again, sweat falling from my forehead to the ground below, each making a splash against the padded mat as I continued.
98…99…100
I pushed myself back up, hands on my hips, resting back on my knees.
It’s you again. You’ve come to see what makes “Greatness” so great haven’t you? You came to find out why the man before you is the one surrounded by sweet things of honey on a nightly basis no matter the club he goes to didn’t you? You came to find out why I left the office of Kat Conway the other night DIDN’T YOU!?
I wave my hands in front of me, clearly joking…or was I? Okay, fine, I was…on that last part. The girls do flock when “Greatness” is in their presence because I make them go weak at the knees with the simple cock of an eyebrow and a flash of this sexy all white smile…
I know what you’re here for slappy, now move out the way so I can get up.
I stand to my feet, shirtless, a pair of shorts on, sweat dripping down my chiseled frame, glistening off the light from the television screen.
You want to know how the man before you, Derek Brooks, feels about the upcoming Pay Per View entitled Danger Zone. You want to know how “Greatness” feels about walking down that ramp like nobody before him, stepping in that ring like nobody presently does, and beating the crap out of some punk ass kid named Austin James Mercer, a wannabe Snoop Dogg in Todd Williams, and some guy who looks like a cross between a pedophile and the local drycleaner.
The cameraman can be heard in the background snickering at the comments before I hold my hand up into the lens. My voice was still audible, even though you couldn’t see me.
You interrupt my time like that again and I’ll find a shoe upstairs and stick it so far up your ass you could floss with the shoelaces, got me bitch!?
I move my hand and the camera nods up and down. I clap them together, snapping your attention to the man before you, as if it ever left, because I have stuff to say, things you’ll want to listen to, and things that are so monumentally important, you might just crap yourself, sitting there listening.
So now, pay attention boys and girls because I’m about to take you on a ride from one shit hole to the next, up and down, turn you upside down, and spit you right back out where you sit, and if you blink, you’re going to miss a hell of a lot.
Ready?
Here we go.
We start with that sick mustache wearing freak Kyle Mason. I have to wonder if you ever truly wanted to be in this position in the first place. You’re seemingly gone forever, probably with the neighborhood boys in your bedroom, someone please call the cops for Christ’s sake…and then out of the blue, you shoot off at the mouth like a whore with her confessions at church, get a match, get your ass kicked, and leave again. As a matter of fact, you should have IWF.com make you a damn shirt. Appear, Confess Like a Whore, Get My Ass Kicked, Repeat. It’s trending everywhere, hell, as soon as this promo gets seen by the millions of people who admire “Greatness” it will trend worldwide.
So you are back, and I’m telling you now, you kiddie porn gawker, I will smack you so hard that your damn mustache will fall off, I’ll cure you of your sick ways, and by the time Derek Brooks throws you out in the trash where you belong, you’ll be a changed man. Police will run up to me in the street, little kids in your neighborhood, and ice cream men who can now run their trucks up and down your street, they’ll all come up to me and say “THANK YOU DEREK!” because I’ve ridded the streets of a sick, twisted, sadistic FREAK like yourself. I shut you up, I beat you, and I moved on to bigger and better things while you get locked away in a padded cell, sans mustache.
I’m feeling the electricity course through my veins. The blood is pumping, the body is heating up, I want to bounce from one foot to the other but I don’t want to make the fat cameraman with herpes sick. I clap my hands again to revert your waning attention, because after all, this is the world of ADD, where people the world over have an attention span for a total of five seconds…SO PAY ATTENTION!
I hold up two fingers. It’s time for the next victim, Mr. Cornrows himself…
Todd Williams. The man who last week right in the middle of that very ring, took it too Austin James Mercer. Apparently Todd, you smacked him to hard the peroxide left his hair, and half of it just fell off his head. Anyways, congratulations are in order.
You…
Another similar to kiddie lips who goes away and comes back whenever he feels like “Going BIG”.
Yes, I used air quotes because whoever started that is a complete and total moron.
You mean business all of a sudden huh Todd? You mean business like when you meant business hiding under the blanket when you were thirteen playing “Whack it Off” is that what you mean by business Todd?
Sick. Do us all a favor, and please, wash your hands before coming out to that ring because if I even smell bodily fluid on you I’ll punch you so hard in the face that your tightened cornrows will undo themselves and your hair will pop out into a full-fledged afro.
{I start clapping sarcastically.}
Anyway, as I was saying, you put in the work and you beat the peroxide out of Mercer. I would say congratulations again, but the fact of the matter is quite simple…you don’t truly deserve it. So you won a match against someone who means absolutely nothing in this business, whoopy doo for you. Now I know what you’re thinking, who am I, well…
I’M GREATNESS BITCH!
Learn the name, know it well. I’m the train coming down the tracks at Danger Zone. I’m the one who is going to beat you and the two other stooges into submission and win me a shot at the Man of Steel Title in only my second match, and there’s really nothing any of the three of you can do to stop me.
{I hold up three fingers. There’s one left folks.}
Just a week ago you had longer hair, and some bleach in it, but as I said, it’s gone now courtesy of Todd Williams, or maybe not. Maybe Eliza strapped on her dildo, stuck it up your ass, and demanded you get a buzz cut. Yeah, that’s gotta be it, because your punk ass couldn’t possibly be wearing the pants in that relationship. Hell, I bet the real reason she’s catatonic half the time, or “not all there”, you know, like when she froze in the ring against Eternity…
{That’s right folks, I do my homework, some of you should take notes…though it won’t matter since you won’t follow them anyway.}
…She was thinking about Derek Brooks. That’s right boy, she heard the rumors. She knew I was coming to the IWF. She knew that “Greatness” was about to grace the presence of that locker room, and she looked at you, shook her head, rolled her eyes, and thought to herself, “What the hell am I doing with this bitch boy when I can be with a real man?”. Well sweet cheeks, you’re about to get your opportunity. You’re about to see why they call me “Greatness”.
Smacking the back of my one hand into the palm of the other, I snap you out of the trance of thinking of my body, my perfect voice, everything that’s wrong with the man beside you, and focus it all on me, but alas, you cannot stay in that dream scenario, because like I said, what I’m going to say is quite important.
You see Eliza, you, your ex Kayla, her sister Amber, all the way to Renee Pleasant and his incestral little group of fuckwads, are all going to feel “Greatness” through your bitch boy. This is how it’s going to happen. I’m going to take my boot and stick it so far up his ass that the vibrations will course through his body. Then, the next time the two of you have sexual relations, you’ll definitely be catatonic because it won’t be Austin inside you, it’ll be the force of “Greatness” coursing through his body. Then, when you’re done and bored with him you’ll go have some happy scissor time with Kayla for old time’s sake, then she’ll go to whatever member of the Pleasant tree she’s banging, somehow it will go through the twisted web of stupidity that is the Pleasant Clan, and it’ll smack Amber Richards in her now soaking wet pants because the force will be so brutal I’ll break that bitches water I’m so great.
You’ll all feel “Greatness” for the first time in your miserable lives and you’ll wonder why you put up with an idiot like Austin James Mercer in the first place.
{I swipe my hands from side to side as if to say that’s it.}
Enough with the fun and games. It’s no secret that I went to the NFL and blew out my knee. It’s no secret that I came here. It’s no secret that I’m a physical specimen the likes of which most of you could only dream. Here’s the secret…when I commit, I’m full board. There’s no stopping the man before you, and as fitting as it may be for me to be fighting for a shot at the Man of Steel Title with this chiseled chest, I’ll be doing just that. Then, when I go through these three pieces of steaming dog shit, I’ll move on to Zasshu, I’ll use his mask to wipe my ass, and I’ll become the new…THE NEW Man of Steel Champion…and then you can show your appreciation for true…Greatness.
**I’m Out**
{RING RING RING!}
It was early in the morning, so early the sun hadn’t even thought of coming up yet. I had just signed my IWF Contract, had my first match, and this was my first night back home since my debut. I couldn’t understand why somebody was calling me so early.
I rolled over on my side and grabbed a hold of my phone, sliding the green button to answer. ”Hello?”
The voice on the other end was an old acquaintance of mine. ”Derek…I got a job for you.”, he went on as I sat up in bed, the back of my head resting against the cool hard wall behind me.
”How about we…”, I cut him off. ”Shane, I don’t do that anymore. I gave it up. I couldn’t go through the rigors of collecting anymore. I was committing borderline crimes. I almost killed a guy. I needed to get out for my own piece of mind.”
Needless to say, Shane didn’t take too kindly to what I had told him.
”What the hell do you mean you quit? We have a deal Derek. I told you that if you did x amount of things for me, I’d clear your debt for you.”
He was pissed. I could hear more yelling that was inaudible, he must have been holding the phone out and yelling into it or something. I tried to talk to him, I then was forced to yell into my own phone, ”HEY! LISTEN! You told me you would help me out if I helped you out. You took advantage of that Shane. You told me a certain number of jobs, then when I hit the quota, you kept saying one more time, one more time, and on and on it went. I’m done with you, and I’m done with the life. Keep your damn money, and your damn connections. I got a job and I sure as hell don’t need your help with that.”
He was furious.
”You God Damn son of a…”
Before he could finish, I interrupted, ”Goodbye Shane.”
I slid the phone closed. I had owed the man a favor, but at the same time I had repaid that favor. I didn’t owe him anything anymore, and that just wasn’t getting through to him. It was time to end this bad time in my life, it was time to make myself a better man again, make my family proud, and the only way I could do that was the straight and narrow, the only way I could do so is what I’m doing…with the IWF. I turned the phone off. I knew he’d try and call back, it’s how he was. I set the phone on the nightstand next to me and turned back over. Back to sleep I went…for another couple hours at least.
Well howdy there pardner.