Post by Derek Brooks on May 22, 2017 4:31:00 GMT
Can you feel that? It’s your heartbeat. It seems to have sped up a bit hasn’t it? There’s a sense of nervousness around you, the enigma that seems to pop around once in a while to give a verbal tongue lashing is about to appear in front of you, making his name known once more.
I know it’s been a while, and I know I’ve kept you waiting for far too long, and for that I truly and profoundly apologize…
You’re heart starts to beat a little faster as the scene starts fading in. The lights are bright, we’re in the middle of the day. As you feel your own heartbeat, the sounds you hear start to change. Instead of your heartbeat, it’s now the sounds of the dirt beneath his feet. Each step of his jog that is taken is like a thunderous thud, possibly causing Earthquakes and Tsunamis off in distant lands. He comes to a stop and stare out over the horizon.
FINALLY….
He takes a deep breath and exhales, his hands on his hips as he takes in his surroundings. There are no loud speakers from cars. There aren’t horns blowing, hell the sounds of engines aren’t anywhere in the vicinity, other than the small dot off in the distance, kicking dirt up off the road. Another deep breath is taken and just like that the man Destined for Greatness turns his head to the camera.
It’s been a long damn time hasn’t it? Hell, the last time I was around...well...so was Noah Field, and now his punk ass is somewhere with a thumb up his ass sucking on a pacifier. The last time I was on a show, I smacked Johnny Gillmen around so hard, he got brain damage and now he’s some hardcore assclown with a difference of opinion and some sort of complex…
He looks down at his right hand, squeezing a couple time before a smile pops on his face.
Yeah...yeah...this right hand is indeed that strong.
He needs a distraction from his distraction and throws his hands up in the air.
It sure the hell is a beautiful day out here. I’m sure that you’re all wondering what I’ve been doing in my time off, and while I’ve been filming some movies with these good looks that make even a prude like Fiona McFly quiver, I was thinking about coming back. I was thinking of how I could make a name for myself in that ring, and on a bigger platform, and that’s when I realized...there’s a schedule conflict. I cut the movie filming short, told them I had other obligations, and low and behold, here I am, gracing the IWF with my presence, ready to roll down the walkway and smack the shit out of another poor excuse of a man in the always talking, never hustling, afro wearing, big mouth himself...Teddy Steele.
He points to the camera, shaking his hand up and down, his finger wagging along.
Teddy...ah yes, Teddy...you and the man talking smack to you have one thing in common...we’re both sporadic. In this world, I understand that to get ahead in a wrestling ring, you have to be there day in and day out, and from this point forward, I feel like that’s exactly what I’m going to be all about, and unfortunately for your porno mustache having self...I’ve decided that begins this week live in the city of Dayton, Ohio.
He shakes his head, the mere beads of sweat flying from his forehead, enough to be considered a downpour in a more droughted region of the country.
Don’t think I haven’t been watching punk. Don’t think I didn’t hear you run your mouth only to get smacked down like the bitch you are by a man who I’ve faced in that ring on occasion, Ryan Shane.
He points to his temple, the intellect shooting out of his ears like smoke billowing from a raging apartment fire.
I know you’re looking for a way to right the ship. I understand that you’re frustrated that you’ve lost...again. Again, this week, you sir, fall under some dire circumstances. In fact…
He holds out his hand, displaying the slope in front of him, rather steep with rocks and other debris littering about as the camera widens.
This here is a perfect representation of what you’re going through.
He looks at the camera confused for a mere moment as that isn’t possible and it’s clear he’s feigning the confusion.
I get it, you’re not good with representation, so allow me to explain.
He looks down at the slope.
This is your career Teddy. You started out up here with me. Things were level, you tried your hardest to get to the top...then you slipped. You started falling down the hill, each little plateau, or bush giving you that one chance to maybe grab hold and save yourself. You grasp and pull, but each and every time you open your damn mouth, it’s like grabbing hold of the smallest plant on the hill, pulling it from the Earth and continuing your free fall.
He leans over and picks up a rock.
This is you Teddy, and I hate to be the one who has to do it to you, but…
He shrugs his shoulders and drops the rock down the hill watching it tumble and bounce until it is no longer in view.
Like I did the rock, so I shall do unto you. I will take you this coming Sacrifice and cast you back off into the abyss of irrelevance and deem it my first step back. I want the spotlight Teddy...I crave it...as we’ve seen from you in the past...you...obviously don’t.
He points into the camera and smiles.
I’ll see you Monday...bitch.
He heads off in the other direction, the same thunderous footsteps are heard as he continues off in the distance as the scene fades away.
“Things Just Got Serious - Part 1”
The last you all had heard, I had been out west in Bakersfield, California. I had escaped the reaches of my former boss Shane who was a head of an organized crime group back in New York City. I knew things wouldn’t stay peaceful for long, and though I had built up my reputation as a good guy in Bakersfield, my past wouldn’t be able to be hidden too long.
Toward the end of the last bit you heard, I was sitting on my mother’s porch, looking over the landscape, and it was a day earlier that I had gotten a call from Rick, a friend, and inside man in Shane’s group that said the group had gotten wind that I was out West.
Now, four months later, things got real...fast.
I had just bought a new pick up truck a month earlier with the money I had saved up from some of the big time jobs we were doing construction-wise out here with all the new developments going up. I had driven the truck to work, and some friends of mine from the job had wanted to go out. We drove to the local bar, and we spent a good few hours, drinking and telling stories on the back patio when all of a sudden, one of the bartenders came running out. ”Derek...your truck.”
I smiled back, not realizing how dire the situation was. ”It’s fine man, I have it parked out of the way of the loading dock.”
The look on his face once I finally looked at him told of another story as he shook his head from side to side. My face instantly changed and I stood up from my seat. ”What’s wrong with my truck?”
I followed him back in and through the bar to the side door that led out to where my truck was and my jaw hit the concrete and my eyes went wide. The windows...all of them had been smashed in. The two side mirrors were left dangling by wires, and all four tires had knives sticking out of them with various other dents and scratches all over the vehicle. ”Are...are you fucking kidding me!?”
I turned back. ”How the hell did nobody hear or see this!?”
Everyone just kind of looked around with the shrug of a shoulder or two. I had parked out of view from both the street and the inside of the bar, so in essence, the fault was partially on me. The bartender slowly walked over and handed me a piece of paper. ”This was clipped into the windshield wiper.”
I took the note and read it.
”Consider this a message. We know you’re in Bakersfield...and when we find you...you’re done.”
My eyes grew wide. I knew what this was. I had used the tactic several times myself in order to get one of Shane’s clients to pay up on their debt. I stared at my now destroyed truck and crumbled the paper in my hands. I knew what was next, and if they found me at my mother’s...she’d be in danger. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed her number, waiting for her to pick up. ”Come on, come on…”
”Hello?”
”Mom...there’s some stuff going on...if anyone comes looking for me…”
Before I could finish any semblance of a thought, a man’s voice came on the phone. ”Hello Mr. Brooks.”
My eyes grew wider. ”I don’t know who the hell you are, but I swear to God…”
I was interrupted. ”You’ll do nothing but shut your damn mouth boy and listen. I’m at your house, and you should be here too...in a half an hour...since...you know, your transportation is a little, shall we say...damaged?”
”You son of a bitch…”
”BE HERE!”
Before I could counter, the man hung up the phone. I could feel the panic in the deepest parts of my being. Sweat was pouring down my forehead, and I honestly didn’t know what to do. The one thing I did know is that I had to get home...quick.
I looked around and saw the guys from work. Not wanting to bring them into the tribulations of my life, I simply asked for a ride home. ”Anyone wanna give me a lift?”
I tried my best to be cool. I didn’t want to let on that something was going down, because they, being the good guys they were, would try to help and I didn’t need them getting hurt. One of them volunteered and the two of us hopped in his car and headed off for my mother’s house.
TO BE CONTINUED…
I know it’s been a while, and I know I’ve kept you waiting for far too long, and for that I truly and profoundly apologize…
You’re heart starts to beat a little faster as the scene starts fading in. The lights are bright, we’re in the middle of the day. As you feel your own heartbeat, the sounds you hear start to change. Instead of your heartbeat, it’s now the sounds of the dirt beneath his feet. Each step of his jog that is taken is like a thunderous thud, possibly causing Earthquakes and Tsunamis off in distant lands. He comes to a stop and stare out over the horizon.
FINALLY….
He takes a deep breath and exhales, his hands on his hips as he takes in his surroundings. There are no loud speakers from cars. There aren’t horns blowing, hell the sounds of engines aren’t anywhere in the vicinity, other than the small dot off in the distance, kicking dirt up off the road. Another deep breath is taken and just like that the man Destined for Greatness turns his head to the camera.
It’s been a long damn time hasn’t it? Hell, the last time I was around...well...so was Noah Field, and now his punk ass is somewhere with a thumb up his ass sucking on a pacifier. The last time I was on a show, I smacked Johnny Gillmen around so hard, he got brain damage and now he’s some hardcore assclown with a difference of opinion and some sort of complex…
He looks down at his right hand, squeezing a couple time before a smile pops on his face.
Yeah...yeah...this right hand is indeed that strong.
He needs a distraction from his distraction and throws his hands up in the air.
It sure the hell is a beautiful day out here. I’m sure that you’re all wondering what I’ve been doing in my time off, and while I’ve been filming some movies with these good looks that make even a prude like Fiona McFly quiver, I was thinking about coming back. I was thinking of how I could make a name for myself in that ring, and on a bigger platform, and that’s when I realized...there’s a schedule conflict. I cut the movie filming short, told them I had other obligations, and low and behold, here I am, gracing the IWF with my presence, ready to roll down the walkway and smack the shit out of another poor excuse of a man in the always talking, never hustling, afro wearing, big mouth himself...Teddy Steele.
He points to the camera, shaking his hand up and down, his finger wagging along.
Teddy...ah yes, Teddy...you and the man talking smack to you have one thing in common...we’re both sporadic. In this world, I understand that to get ahead in a wrestling ring, you have to be there day in and day out, and from this point forward, I feel like that’s exactly what I’m going to be all about, and unfortunately for your porno mustache having self...I’ve decided that begins this week live in the city of Dayton, Ohio.
He shakes his head, the mere beads of sweat flying from his forehead, enough to be considered a downpour in a more droughted region of the country.
Don’t think I haven’t been watching punk. Don’t think I didn’t hear you run your mouth only to get smacked down like the bitch you are by a man who I’ve faced in that ring on occasion, Ryan Shane.
He points to his temple, the intellect shooting out of his ears like smoke billowing from a raging apartment fire.
I know you’re looking for a way to right the ship. I understand that you’re frustrated that you’ve lost...again. Again, this week, you sir, fall under some dire circumstances. In fact…
He holds out his hand, displaying the slope in front of him, rather steep with rocks and other debris littering about as the camera widens.
This here is a perfect representation of what you’re going through.
He looks at the camera confused for a mere moment as that isn’t possible and it’s clear he’s feigning the confusion.
I get it, you’re not good with representation, so allow me to explain.
He looks down at the slope.
This is your career Teddy. You started out up here with me. Things were level, you tried your hardest to get to the top...then you slipped. You started falling down the hill, each little plateau, or bush giving you that one chance to maybe grab hold and save yourself. You grasp and pull, but each and every time you open your damn mouth, it’s like grabbing hold of the smallest plant on the hill, pulling it from the Earth and continuing your free fall.
He leans over and picks up a rock.
This is you Teddy, and I hate to be the one who has to do it to you, but…
He shrugs his shoulders and drops the rock down the hill watching it tumble and bounce until it is no longer in view.
Like I did the rock, so I shall do unto you. I will take you this coming Sacrifice and cast you back off into the abyss of irrelevance and deem it my first step back. I want the spotlight Teddy...I crave it...as we’ve seen from you in the past...you...obviously don’t.
He points into the camera and smiles.
I’ll see you Monday...bitch.
He heads off in the other direction, the same thunderous footsteps are heard as he continues off in the distance as the scene fades away.
“Things Just Got Serious - Part 1”
The last you all had heard, I had been out west in Bakersfield, California. I had escaped the reaches of my former boss Shane who was a head of an organized crime group back in New York City. I knew things wouldn’t stay peaceful for long, and though I had built up my reputation as a good guy in Bakersfield, my past wouldn’t be able to be hidden too long.
Toward the end of the last bit you heard, I was sitting on my mother’s porch, looking over the landscape, and it was a day earlier that I had gotten a call from Rick, a friend, and inside man in Shane’s group that said the group had gotten wind that I was out West.
Now, four months later, things got real...fast.
I had just bought a new pick up truck a month earlier with the money I had saved up from some of the big time jobs we were doing construction-wise out here with all the new developments going up. I had driven the truck to work, and some friends of mine from the job had wanted to go out. We drove to the local bar, and we spent a good few hours, drinking and telling stories on the back patio when all of a sudden, one of the bartenders came running out. ”Derek...your truck.”
I smiled back, not realizing how dire the situation was. ”It’s fine man, I have it parked out of the way of the loading dock.”
The look on his face once I finally looked at him told of another story as he shook his head from side to side. My face instantly changed and I stood up from my seat. ”What’s wrong with my truck?”
I followed him back in and through the bar to the side door that led out to where my truck was and my jaw hit the concrete and my eyes went wide. The windows...all of them had been smashed in. The two side mirrors were left dangling by wires, and all four tires had knives sticking out of them with various other dents and scratches all over the vehicle. ”Are...are you fucking kidding me!?”
I turned back. ”How the hell did nobody hear or see this!?”
Everyone just kind of looked around with the shrug of a shoulder or two. I had parked out of view from both the street and the inside of the bar, so in essence, the fault was partially on me. The bartender slowly walked over and handed me a piece of paper. ”This was clipped into the windshield wiper.”
I took the note and read it.
”Consider this a message. We know you’re in Bakersfield...and when we find you...you’re done.”
My eyes grew wide. I knew what this was. I had used the tactic several times myself in order to get one of Shane’s clients to pay up on their debt. I stared at my now destroyed truck and crumbled the paper in my hands. I knew what was next, and if they found me at my mother’s...she’d be in danger. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed her number, waiting for her to pick up. ”Come on, come on…”
”Hello?”
”Mom...there’s some stuff going on...if anyone comes looking for me…”
Before I could finish any semblance of a thought, a man’s voice came on the phone. ”Hello Mr. Brooks.”
My eyes grew wider. ”I don’t know who the hell you are, but I swear to God…”
I was interrupted. ”You’ll do nothing but shut your damn mouth boy and listen. I’m at your house, and you should be here too...in a half an hour...since...you know, your transportation is a little, shall we say...damaged?”
”You son of a bitch…”
”BE HERE!”
Before I could counter, the man hung up the phone. I could feel the panic in the deepest parts of my being. Sweat was pouring down my forehead, and I honestly didn’t know what to do. The one thing I did know is that I had to get home...quick.
I looked around and saw the guys from work. Not wanting to bring them into the tribulations of my life, I simply asked for a ride home. ”Anyone wanna give me a lift?”
I tried my best to be cool. I didn’t want to let on that something was going down, because they, being the good guys they were, would try to help and I didn’t need them getting hurt. One of them volunteered and the two of us hopped in his car and headed off for my mother’s house.
TO BE CONTINUED…