Post by Derek Brooks on Feb 13, 2017 5:17:20 GMT
So this is where we’re at huh Johnny? You yapping off at the mouth and someone like me, responding to your challenge, getting you in that ring, and smacking your lips straight off your face...GOD I CAN’T WAIT!!
As the scene fades in, there’s a beam of sunlight coming through the window of an empty gym. There’s no other light on and all you see is the silhouette of the man who is destined for greatness, bouncing back and forth, a high level of energy exuberating from his body. It scares you...it makes you wonder what’s about to come, and for those women watching...well...you know what it did to you.
It makes me wonder if you’ll ever learn Gillmen. You sit here and you talk about daring to dream. You dare to dream to one day be great. I dare to dream of facing you at the coming Open Fight Night and sticking my foot straight up your ass.
The lights power on, the loud thuds of the overhead power kicking in, Derek still bouncing from side to side, beads of sweat dripping down his bald head.
Johnny, you just don’t get it. You go on and on with the Twitter machine, and you talk shit about everything from politics to your mother’s yeast infection. You interrupt everyone no matter if it pertains to you or not and add your two cents...even when it’s not worth the two damn pennies together.
He puts his hands into his chest...the massive pectoral muscles popping out, ready to rumble.
You’re wondering how someone like me can have so much confidence in my abilities despite the fact that the losses are piling up like a pile of cow shit out in a barn. You’re probably wondering how I KNOW that I’m going to walk into Open Fight Night, and smack you so hard your mother’s vagina quivers with excitement, and beat you in front of a live crowd, much to their enjoyment.
His hand comes flying toward the camera, one finger pointed toward the sky.
It’s simple...it’s one thing...and one thing only...belief.
I believe that I have skills that are superior to yours.
I believe that I can at any moment kick the crap out of you and not feel a single ounce of regret.
I start getting hyped up. I start bouncing from side to side again, the sweat lathering up, the intensity revving up, and I know that I can’t wait for what’s about to happen as I explode with passion and commitment.
I BELIEVE that when push comes to shove my commitment to this craft is greater than yours. I train harder, I WORK harder. You see, you punk ass piece of seaweed, wrapped around the propellor of the Titanic sunken corpse, while you’re out on cruises, soaking up the sun, living life as quite frankly a stupid idiot, I’m in this gym, busting my ass. I’m sweating, I’m bleeding, and I’m innovating myself day in and day out, and that...THAT’S why when you stand across the ring from the man destined for Greatness, you’re gonna know, it’s going to hit you’re stupid ass like a ton of bricks, that you’re not just in for the fight of your life, but the ass kicking of a God damn lifetime.
My hands start in front of me and I throw them to the side with a viciousness not seen in some time.
There is NO escape for you Johnny Gillmen. There’s nowhere to run, and not a single damn place to hide, and I guaran-damn-tee your ignorant punk ass, that by the time Derek Brooks is done with you...you won’t have to worry about your one bad eye...you’ll have to worry about having my wrestling boot surgically removed from your ass.
He slams his hands back into his massive chest.
I...Derek Brooks am a man destined for greatness.
His index finger comes shooting toward the camera as if being implanted in Johnny’s chest.
You are destined to be nothing more than a footnote, nothing more than a piss-poor excuse for a wrestler, and that won’t be any more evident than on Sacrifice when I beat you throughout the arena, and tap you out like the punk ass bitch that you ARE!
End segment…
He walks off as the scene cuts abruptly.
“Everything Happens For a Reason”
So last you saw, I had moved away from the city. It was simple, create some distance between myself and Shane, let alone this thug hired to come after me. So in the blink of an eye, I packed my things and headed out west, more specifically, out to the dirt and sun of the California desert.
My mother, bless her soul, was accepting of me moving in with her, though I told her it would be a temporary arrangement until I got on my feet. I walked around the city of Bakersfield and eventually got reaquainted with some of the locals, eventually earning myself a job as a carpenter. I had some money stashed away, but I thought it better to have a little nest egg to sit on.
It was a hard day’s work, the sun was blistering down, and I had just gotten home. Rather than immediately walk inside, I walked over to the bench on the wrap around porch and had a seat. I stared out to the vast landscape. Things had changed since I was here last. Developments had gone up to support the growing population, the mountain view, though still peaceful, had it’s moments of rough edges, but overall, as I took a deep breath, I realized how much simpler life was.
New York was always hustle and bustle. If you weren’t quick, you missed out a lot of the time. Here, in this open desert, you had a chance to catch your breath. You could mosey along, and still get where you had to go and do what you had to do. The change was soothing...relaxing.
I took a deep breath as the door to my side opened and out popped my mother. She was hospitality personified, and had a drink in her hand. ”Baby, I thought I would bring you out a drink. I figured you’d be exhausted after a hard day, coming home late and all that.”
A smile formed on my face as I reached up and took the bottle of water from her. ”Thanks mom.”
She leaned up against the stucco of the house with her arms crossed. She gazed out over the landscape as I was, then turned her gaze upon me. ”What’s going on in that brain of yours Derek?”
The question itself was rather loaded. The simplicity of my current situation was certainly calming, but it didn’t hide away the fact that I was still a wanted man. Rick had been keeping me updated to the best of his abilities, as far as the situation with Shane, and for the moment, things appeared safe. Shane was growing more and more frustrated with not knowing exactly where I was, but he was getting closer. Rick had informed me of a tip that one of Shane’s guys got that I had rented a U-Haul and returned it at a store in the region. Making sure to cover my tracks though, I went deep into the inner city of Los Angeles which was a good three plus hours away. Nevertheless, he knew I was out west...but that’s like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Bret was another topic on my mind. I had kept in contact with him as he moved somewhere in Indiana to escape the riff raff. He had told me that there was no contact between him and Shane or any of Shane’s men, so for the time being, that front was covered.
I didn’t want to have to stay out here my entire life. My life was in New York. That’s where I wanted to be, that’s where I established myself. To return though, I would need a plan. First I would need to let the heat die down, though I highly doubt it would to a level where I would be comfortable, but alas, it would eventually need to happen, as would Shane going down...one way or another. He needed to be removed from the New York scene for me to be able to re-enter it.
All this and more was flying through my head at a hundred miles an hour. So to answer, I turned toward my mother and with a feigned smirk simply replied, ”Way too damn much.
I turned back to the sunset behind the mountains...the last glimmers of light cascading over the landscape. ”But things will figure themselves out...after all...everything happens for a reason.”
I took a sip of my water as the scene fades.
As the scene fades in, there’s a beam of sunlight coming through the window of an empty gym. There’s no other light on and all you see is the silhouette of the man who is destined for greatness, bouncing back and forth, a high level of energy exuberating from his body. It scares you...it makes you wonder what’s about to come, and for those women watching...well...you know what it did to you.
It makes me wonder if you’ll ever learn Gillmen. You sit here and you talk about daring to dream. You dare to dream to one day be great. I dare to dream of facing you at the coming Open Fight Night and sticking my foot straight up your ass.
The lights power on, the loud thuds of the overhead power kicking in, Derek still bouncing from side to side, beads of sweat dripping down his bald head.
Johnny, you just don’t get it. You go on and on with the Twitter machine, and you talk shit about everything from politics to your mother’s yeast infection. You interrupt everyone no matter if it pertains to you or not and add your two cents...even when it’s not worth the two damn pennies together.
He puts his hands into his chest...the massive pectoral muscles popping out, ready to rumble.
You’re wondering how someone like me can have so much confidence in my abilities despite the fact that the losses are piling up like a pile of cow shit out in a barn. You’re probably wondering how I KNOW that I’m going to walk into Open Fight Night, and smack you so hard your mother’s vagina quivers with excitement, and beat you in front of a live crowd, much to their enjoyment.
His hand comes flying toward the camera, one finger pointed toward the sky.
It’s simple...it’s one thing...and one thing only...belief.
I believe that I have skills that are superior to yours.
I believe that I can at any moment kick the crap out of you and not feel a single ounce of regret.
I start getting hyped up. I start bouncing from side to side again, the sweat lathering up, the intensity revving up, and I know that I can’t wait for what’s about to happen as I explode with passion and commitment.
I BELIEVE that when push comes to shove my commitment to this craft is greater than yours. I train harder, I WORK harder. You see, you punk ass piece of seaweed, wrapped around the propellor of the Titanic sunken corpse, while you’re out on cruises, soaking up the sun, living life as quite frankly a stupid idiot, I’m in this gym, busting my ass. I’m sweating, I’m bleeding, and I’m innovating myself day in and day out, and that...THAT’S why when you stand across the ring from the man destined for Greatness, you’re gonna know, it’s going to hit you’re stupid ass like a ton of bricks, that you’re not just in for the fight of your life, but the ass kicking of a God damn lifetime.
My hands start in front of me and I throw them to the side with a viciousness not seen in some time.
There is NO escape for you Johnny Gillmen. There’s nowhere to run, and not a single damn place to hide, and I guaran-damn-tee your ignorant punk ass, that by the time Derek Brooks is done with you...you won’t have to worry about your one bad eye...you’ll have to worry about having my wrestling boot surgically removed from your ass.
He slams his hands back into his massive chest.
I...Derek Brooks am a man destined for greatness.
His index finger comes shooting toward the camera as if being implanted in Johnny’s chest.
You are destined to be nothing more than a footnote, nothing more than a piss-poor excuse for a wrestler, and that won’t be any more evident than on Sacrifice when I beat you throughout the arena, and tap you out like the punk ass bitch that you ARE!
End segment…
He walks off as the scene cuts abruptly.
“Everything Happens For a Reason”
So last you saw, I had moved away from the city. It was simple, create some distance between myself and Shane, let alone this thug hired to come after me. So in the blink of an eye, I packed my things and headed out west, more specifically, out to the dirt and sun of the California desert.
My mother, bless her soul, was accepting of me moving in with her, though I told her it would be a temporary arrangement until I got on my feet. I walked around the city of Bakersfield and eventually got reaquainted with some of the locals, eventually earning myself a job as a carpenter. I had some money stashed away, but I thought it better to have a little nest egg to sit on.
It was a hard day’s work, the sun was blistering down, and I had just gotten home. Rather than immediately walk inside, I walked over to the bench on the wrap around porch and had a seat. I stared out to the vast landscape. Things had changed since I was here last. Developments had gone up to support the growing population, the mountain view, though still peaceful, had it’s moments of rough edges, but overall, as I took a deep breath, I realized how much simpler life was.
New York was always hustle and bustle. If you weren’t quick, you missed out a lot of the time. Here, in this open desert, you had a chance to catch your breath. You could mosey along, and still get where you had to go and do what you had to do. The change was soothing...relaxing.
I took a deep breath as the door to my side opened and out popped my mother. She was hospitality personified, and had a drink in her hand. ”Baby, I thought I would bring you out a drink. I figured you’d be exhausted after a hard day, coming home late and all that.”
A smile formed on my face as I reached up and took the bottle of water from her. ”Thanks mom.”
She leaned up against the stucco of the house with her arms crossed. She gazed out over the landscape as I was, then turned her gaze upon me. ”What’s going on in that brain of yours Derek?”
The question itself was rather loaded. The simplicity of my current situation was certainly calming, but it didn’t hide away the fact that I was still a wanted man. Rick had been keeping me updated to the best of his abilities, as far as the situation with Shane, and for the moment, things appeared safe. Shane was growing more and more frustrated with not knowing exactly where I was, but he was getting closer. Rick had informed me of a tip that one of Shane’s guys got that I had rented a U-Haul and returned it at a store in the region. Making sure to cover my tracks though, I went deep into the inner city of Los Angeles which was a good three plus hours away. Nevertheless, he knew I was out west...but that’s like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Bret was another topic on my mind. I had kept in contact with him as he moved somewhere in Indiana to escape the riff raff. He had told me that there was no contact between him and Shane or any of Shane’s men, so for the time being, that front was covered.
I didn’t want to have to stay out here my entire life. My life was in New York. That’s where I wanted to be, that’s where I established myself. To return though, I would need a plan. First I would need to let the heat die down, though I highly doubt it would to a level where I would be comfortable, but alas, it would eventually need to happen, as would Shane going down...one way or another. He needed to be removed from the New York scene for me to be able to re-enter it.
All this and more was flying through my head at a hundred miles an hour. So to answer, I turned toward my mother and with a feigned smirk simply replied, ”Way too damn much.
I turned back to the sunset behind the mountains...the last glimmers of light cascading over the landscape. ”But things will figure themselves out...after all...everything happens for a reason.”
I took a sip of my water as the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.