Post by Derek Brooks on Mar 28, 2016 1:17:37 GMT
Big match…
Man of Steel…
WHO BETTER TO REPRESENT THAT THAN ME!?
The lights come on, your vision is un-blurred and by the time you realize what the hell’s going on, the man who considers himself “Greatness”, that’s right, me, is standing before you a smile on my face.
That’s right boys and girls, creepy blonde chicks in business suits, and the lovechild of a rapist and a tiger, Derek Brooks, the man who will be your next IWF Man of Steel is ready to go and come High Stakes, he’ll be the lucky roller at the craps table.
I shake my hand and act as if i’m throwing dice, and to your surprise, a pair of dice comes out and conveniently enough lands on snake eyes...that’s right bitches, a set of ones that signifies so much more.
Everyone’s favorite pair of snake eyes. You see, that’s very symbolic. For instance, at High Stakes, Zasshu, the Coward of Steel will go ONE ON ONE with the hottest prospect in this company.
It took me one match to show the world how great I am. A second to earn this opportunity ahead of me to win the Man of Steel, and I was well on a roll before Zasshu stuck his nose in my business to try and make a point, costing me my match against Ryan Shane.
I slide my hand across your screen, no wavering motion.
No matter! All that is under the bridge, a bridge built by “Greatness”, a bridge built out of the bones of my enemies, and let me tell you something Zasshu, you pansy ass bitch, I can’t wait to smack the fangs off your face, and use your masked skull to complete said bridge on my way to becoming Man of Steel...CHAMPION!
A smile crosses my face. I hear the word “Champion” and it gives me that warming sensation deep down inside. A sensation killed by the blonde bimbo, walking dime a dozen slut that is Laura who can’t help but keep her mouth shut, and I’m sure her legs as well.
You run your mouth, flap your gums, get your panties in a bunch, telling me to watch your coward of a client display “Greatness”. You tell me to watch and learn when the fact of the matter is, I’ve been watching, and all I’ve seen is a punk ass bitch with a yellow stripe down his back that keeps him from swaying to one side or another.
Greatness is all types of things. I call myself it because that’s what I believe and that’s the first Goddamn step. If i don’t believe it…
I poke my hand out to the side as if touching a wall, but instead I’m representing all the people who stand behind me.
They won’t believe it.
I stick my hand against my chest.
I believe deep down inside that I can whoop your ass from here to the East Coast and back again. I believe deep down inside that my cause is greater than yours, that my skillset is greater than yours, that the passion you speak of that I lack is actually greater than yours.
I stick both my hands out to make a point, shaking them up and down to get your attention.
You see you masked warrior, if you’d take the tissue paper off your face, you’d see that you’re making the same damn mistake that Alex Jones made last week when I showed him true Greatness, rather than the crap he’d been spewing for years on end.
He made the mistake of telling me what I am and am not passionate about. He made the mistake of thinking he could even comprehend a thought that goes on behind the eyes of “Greatness”. You question my passion, you question my drive, and I’m here to answer the questions up front. I’m here to tell you to your face little man, that I do indeed have a passion for this business. I do indeed have the drive to succeed, and for you, a person who doesn’t even know me to call that into question is straight up bullshit, and I’m going to show you that firsthand.
There’s a smile on my face, the pure joy of being in such a high profile match was getting to me. The electricity was flowing from one part of my body to another. I looked down and could see the goosebumps trailing up both my arms. I rub them both, hoping to subside that anxious feeling.
I can’t help it...I really can’t. This is just electrifying and dumbfounding all at the same time. This match is so huge that for it to be the fifth match in my IWF Career, must mean I’m doing something right.
I point into the camera.
And that’s something you would know nothing about, isn’t that right Zassy? You won that title because Mike Laszlo laid out Rob Diamond for you. You retained that title because Jayson Matthews got his ass kicked by Renee Pleasant over and over again.
Now you have a chance.
A chance at what you ask?
A chance to prove yourself. A chance to show your worth to the whole damn world. A chance to change perceptions and show you’re not merely a puppet for that walking herpes ad you claim to be your manager. A chance to show the world you deserve the moniker of CHAMPION!
I shake my head.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no…
You’re not deserving. You’re deserving of one thing and one thing only and that’s my shined up boot up your ass. You deserve to have the taste slapped out of your mouth.
I slap my one hand against the other.
You deserve to have that belt ripped from your waist. You deserve to be shown to the world for exactly what you are...a no good, unworthy piece of crap. So when I walk down that ramp and stare into your eyes, you know damn well I’ll smell fear. You know damn well I’ll be ready. Then I’ll show you my passion; my desire; my resiliency, and any other trait you may want to see exhibited.
I’ll show you what hitting rock bottom is all about.
Then, you’ll bow to “Greatness” when I am proclaimed to the world as the NEW IWF Man of Steel.
Then you’ll realize that there’s exactly two things you can do about it...nothing...and like it.
The scene ends as I walk out of frame.
Decisions To Be Made…
He smiled. ”How would you feel about working for me?”
The two of us stared at one another. Brett then turned to Shane. ”Sir, I have a career in the National Football League. I…”
He tried to continue but was quickly cut off. ”What you don’t realize son, is that I’m not discussing this little proposal with you...this is for him.” He points at me. ”He’s the one I want. You’re just along for the ride because I thought it was rude to leave you out there all alone.”
The two of us froze for a moment. We were formidable, but this was his place of business and we were raised to be more respectable. Shane looked at me. ”So how about it son?”
I thought to myself for a moment, unsure of which way to lean. I looked at Brett, but the blank stare he gave back was pretty telling that he had no idea which way I should go. I turned back to Shane who had a smile on his face from ear to ear as the pressure in the room had definitely been turned up. I was getting warm under the collar and he could sense it. ”Son, don’t feel like you’re pressured into this.”
I looked back kind of questioning his statement. ”It kind of feels that way. I feel like you’re expecting an answer right now.”
He laughed. ”I’ll tell you what. Take a day or two, think it over, and meet me back here and we’ll talk.”
Almost instantly, the pressure had dispersed, and the room itself had returned to normal. I looked at him, his toothy grin still aimed at me. I nodded. ”Will do. Thank you.”
He motioned through the one-way glass and stood to his feet. ”Alright then. The two of you enjoy the rest of your evening...and Derek.” I stopped in my tracks. ”We’ll talk.”
I nodded and both Brett and I walked down the hall we had come in on and went back to our seats at the bar. Two more shots were brought to us by the bartender who told us it was compliments of the owner. We looked back to the glass and raised our drinks before downing them. We then turned back to the bar, and Brett was questioning what had just gone down. ”Are you actually considering this?”
I looked over at him. ”I think so.”
I could hear the trouble in his voice. He didn’t like the idea, and he thought I could one day soon return to football, even if I myself didn’t think so. ”I don’t know dude. You have the ability to comeback when you get over your fears. You can comeback to football. Even if you’re not a player, you can coach, scout, other stuff…”
I waved him off. ”No, that’s not what I want to do. I want to do something physical. I want to assert myself.”
He looked bewildered. ”So this is your answer? To work for him? Sleezing around a bar? Doing his dirty work?”
I got up from my seat. ”I don’t know.”
I walked out of the bar, leaving Brett there as the scene fades.
Man of Steel…
WHO BETTER TO REPRESENT THAT THAN ME!?
The lights come on, your vision is un-blurred and by the time you realize what the hell’s going on, the man who considers himself “Greatness”, that’s right, me, is standing before you a smile on my face.
That’s right boys and girls, creepy blonde chicks in business suits, and the lovechild of a rapist and a tiger, Derek Brooks, the man who will be your next IWF Man of Steel is ready to go and come High Stakes, he’ll be the lucky roller at the craps table.
I shake my hand and act as if i’m throwing dice, and to your surprise, a pair of dice comes out and conveniently enough lands on snake eyes...that’s right bitches, a set of ones that signifies so much more.
Everyone’s favorite pair of snake eyes. You see, that’s very symbolic. For instance, at High Stakes, Zasshu, the Coward of Steel will go ONE ON ONE with the hottest prospect in this company.
It took me one match to show the world how great I am. A second to earn this opportunity ahead of me to win the Man of Steel, and I was well on a roll before Zasshu stuck his nose in my business to try and make a point, costing me my match against Ryan Shane.
I slide my hand across your screen, no wavering motion.
No matter! All that is under the bridge, a bridge built by “Greatness”, a bridge built out of the bones of my enemies, and let me tell you something Zasshu, you pansy ass bitch, I can’t wait to smack the fangs off your face, and use your masked skull to complete said bridge on my way to becoming Man of Steel...CHAMPION!
A smile crosses my face. I hear the word “Champion” and it gives me that warming sensation deep down inside. A sensation killed by the blonde bimbo, walking dime a dozen slut that is Laura who can’t help but keep her mouth shut, and I’m sure her legs as well.
You run your mouth, flap your gums, get your panties in a bunch, telling me to watch your coward of a client display “Greatness”. You tell me to watch and learn when the fact of the matter is, I’ve been watching, and all I’ve seen is a punk ass bitch with a yellow stripe down his back that keeps him from swaying to one side or another.
Greatness is all types of things. I call myself it because that’s what I believe and that’s the first Goddamn step. If i don’t believe it…
I poke my hand out to the side as if touching a wall, but instead I’m representing all the people who stand behind me.
They won’t believe it.
I stick my hand against my chest.
I believe deep down inside that I can whoop your ass from here to the East Coast and back again. I believe deep down inside that my cause is greater than yours, that my skillset is greater than yours, that the passion you speak of that I lack is actually greater than yours.
I stick both my hands out to make a point, shaking them up and down to get your attention.
You see you masked warrior, if you’d take the tissue paper off your face, you’d see that you’re making the same damn mistake that Alex Jones made last week when I showed him true Greatness, rather than the crap he’d been spewing for years on end.
He made the mistake of telling me what I am and am not passionate about. He made the mistake of thinking he could even comprehend a thought that goes on behind the eyes of “Greatness”. You question my passion, you question my drive, and I’m here to answer the questions up front. I’m here to tell you to your face little man, that I do indeed have a passion for this business. I do indeed have the drive to succeed, and for you, a person who doesn’t even know me to call that into question is straight up bullshit, and I’m going to show you that firsthand.
There’s a smile on my face, the pure joy of being in such a high profile match was getting to me. The electricity was flowing from one part of my body to another. I looked down and could see the goosebumps trailing up both my arms. I rub them both, hoping to subside that anxious feeling.
I can’t help it...I really can’t. This is just electrifying and dumbfounding all at the same time. This match is so huge that for it to be the fifth match in my IWF Career, must mean I’m doing something right.
I point into the camera.
And that’s something you would know nothing about, isn’t that right Zassy? You won that title because Mike Laszlo laid out Rob Diamond for you. You retained that title because Jayson Matthews got his ass kicked by Renee Pleasant over and over again.
Now you have a chance.
A chance at what you ask?
A chance to prove yourself. A chance to show your worth to the whole damn world. A chance to change perceptions and show you’re not merely a puppet for that walking herpes ad you claim to be your manager. A chance to show the world you deserve the moniker of CHAMPION!
I shake my head.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no…
You’re not deserving. You’re deserving of one thing and one thing only and that’s my shined up boot up your ass. You deserve to have the taste slapped out of your mouth.
I slap my one hand against the other.
You deserve to have that belt ripped from your waist. You deserve to be shown to the world for exactly what you are...a no good, unworthy piece of crap. So when I walk down that ramp and stare into your eyes, you know damn well I’ll smell fear. You know damn well I’ll be ready. Then I’ll show you my passion; my desire; my resiliency, and any other trait you may want to see exhibited.
I’ll show you what hitting rock bottom is all about.
Then, you’ll bow to “Greatness” when I am proclaimed to the world as the NEW IWF Man of Steel.
Then you’ll realize that there’s exactly two things you can do about it...nothing...and like it.
The scene ends as I walk out of frame.
Decisions To Be Made…
He smiled. ”How would you feel about working for me?”
The two of us stared at one another. Brett then turned to Shane. ”Sir, I have a career in the National Football League. I…”
He tried to continue but was quickly cut off. ”What you don’t realize son, is that I’m not discussing this little proposal with you...this is for him.” He points at me. ”He’s the one I want. You’re just along for the ride because I thought it was rude to leave you out there all alone.”
The two of us froze for a moment. We were formidable, but this was his place of business and we were raised to be more respectable. Shane looked at me. ”So how about it son?”
I thought to myself for a moment, unsure of which way to lean. I looked at Brett, but the blank stare he gave back was pretty telling that he had no idea which way I should go. I turned back to Shane who had a smile on his face from ear to ear as the pressure in the room had definitely been turned up. I was getting warm under the collar and he could sense it. ”Son, don’t feel like you’re pressured into this.”
I looked back kind of questioning his statement. ”It kind of feels that way. I feel like you’re expecting an answer right now.”
He laughed. ”I’ll tell you what. Take a day or two, think it over, and meet me back here and we’ll talk.”
Almost instantly, the pressure had dispersed, and the room itself had returned to normal. I looked at him, his toothy grin still aimed at me. I nodded. ”Will do. Thank you.”
He motioned through the one-way glass and stood to his feet. ”Alright then. The two of you enjoy the rest of your evening...and Derek.” I stopped in my tracks. ”We’ll talk.”
I nodded and both Brett and I walked down the hall we had come in on and went back to our seats at the bar. Two more shots were brought to us by the bartender who told us it was compliments of the owner. We looked back to the glass and raised our drinks before downing them. We then turned back to the bar, and Brett was questioning what had just gone down. ”Are you actually considering this?”
I looked over at him. ”I think so.”
I could hear the trouble in his voice. He didn’t like the idea, and he thought I could one day soon return to football, even if I myself didn’t think so. ”I don’t know dude. You have the ability to comeback when you get over your fears. You can comeback to football. Even if you’re not a player, you can coach, scout, other stuff…”
I waved him off. ”No, that’s not what I want to do. I want to do something physical. I want to assert myself.”
He looked bewildered. ”So this is your answer? To work for him? Sleezing around a bar? Doing his dirty work?”
I got up from my seat. ”I don’t know.”
I walked out of the bar, leaving Brett there as the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.