Post by JD Storm on May 19, 2011 0:21:09 GMT -4
Scene opens up at the baggage claims area of the Darwin International Airport. Bobby Bodacious is waiting for his luggage, rather impatiently, while muttering under his breathe. Several people are bumping and pushing into each other as they try to get a hold of their luggage, so they can bail out.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious”
Bums. Nothing but low-class bums. Lousy airline had to put my expensive, high-end property with all this flea-ridden crap. I know they mishandled my luggage, too. I have half a mind to sue this worthless airline and their minimum wage apes.
As Bodacious finishes that statement, some high-end monogrammed luggage appears. He quickly shoves several people out of his way, including an old woman, and loads up a luggage dolly. Bodacious gets several evil stares, none of which phase him. Bobby hurries out of the baggage area as quickly as possible, looking like he wants nothing to do with being in the airport or being near anyone there.
Scene moves to the front of the airport, where a limo is waiting. A driver is holding a sign with Bobby’s name on it, which Bobby quickly finds. Bobby is helped into the limo before the driver puts the luggage into the trunk. Scene quickly moves to the inside of the limo, Bobby having a non-too-thrilled look on his face.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Darwin, Australia. Appropriate place to hold a Pay-Per-View, such as Mayhem. Shows like this are all a matter of survival. Survival of the fittest. Only the best will survive long enough to pass on their genes to the next generation. Those with the best looks, the most talent, the strongest, fastest….the most intelligent. Those are the only ones that make it survive long enough to do anything meaningful. The Rockefellers. The Kennedys. Vanderbilt. Ford. Carnegie. In recent years, you hear of Gates and Buffett.
All these people have managed to amass plenty of wealth, power and prestige over the years. In some cases, over a century. They’ve done things that few people can only dream of. They have control over any and all people. Even when you don’t notice it, someone just like them is exercising control.
Believe it or not, but I’m one of those people. Sure, I may only be placed in a dark match, working against two debuting members of the roster. I, like everyone else, knows it’s a real tragedy, considering that I’m the one true Superstar in APW. Doesn’t matter which brand you’re talking about. I’m the biggest name in the company. Bigger then Biggs. Bigger then Level-One. Sure as hell a bigger name then Branden Harvey. By default, this makes me a bigger superstar then my upcoming opponents.
My first opponent is a punk kid named Shane Borderland. I’ve been hearing some of the crap you’ve had to say. Can’t say that I’m one bit impressed with any of it. Why should I be? By your own admission, you’re new to APW. No record here. Don’t have a track record here, good or bad. If you were smart, and believe me, that’s a mighty big “IF”, you’d use that to your advantage. Instead of showing off that cockiness that you admit to having, it would be to your advantage to just kick some ass. Show me what you can do, punk.
I’m not interested about any of the dope smoking schmucks that you’ve teamed up with. Don’t really care about the morons that you’re teaming with now. The fact that certain friends of yours got lucky wins over me, once. And yes, one loss to any of your friends doesn’t mean much. Everyone has to get lucky once in awhile. Everyone gets that moment of good luck. Everyone has the moment of lousy luck. Good luck might hit you, like it did with anyone else that you pal around with.
Difference between the two of us is that I don’t need much luck. When I succeed, it’s because of my own talents. When I fail, the other guy usually just had a better day. Simple as that. Sure, you and I are going to have friends watching our backs, in case something goes wrong for us. That’s probably the one thing you and I will agree about. We always have friends backing us up, no matter what. Wait, I’ll add a second thing we’ll agree on. We don’t really care what anyone else thinks. Love us or hate us. Not our concern. We each are busting our asses for one crucial reason…..SUCCESS. For me, that means huge paydays and title shots. What your motives are aren’t a concern of mine.
However, that’s all we’ll have in common. I’m not here to outwrestle anyone. I’m not going to outclass anyone. I’m simply out to win, no matter what. How I do it is irrelevant. Getting the winner’s share of the purse is all that matters.
That’s what separates the men from the boys, right? The drive to win is all that really matters. I believe that’s what made Darwin’s theories so unique as well. It was all about being the dominate member of your species, your tribe or whatnot. Only those that had the best qualities could pass them on to the next generation. In our case, only the best will go down in APW as being the best. Who’ll get their asses stomped and who’ll do the ass stomping.
I suppose I shouldn’t get too far ahead of myself. I still need to remember that I’m facing two opponents. Either one of them are capable of pulling off a major upset. That’s all that it’ll be, should it happen. Assuming a huge “if”. Who’s this other guy? The Mastermind? Let me guess: you’re finishing hold is the Masterlock, right?
What? You have a couple of major moves of your own? Psychosurgery? Yeah….you’ll need surgery after the whoopin’ you take. Growing up, guys like you pretty well served only one purpose. Mainly, we made sure you did all the school work for us, that we didn’t want to do. Stuff that was too tedious. Or, in my case, I didn’t have time for. I was too busy being spotted by coaches, who were ignoring college stand outs for me while I was still a high school freshman. You won’t need any complex theories on why I do the things that I do, either. I’ll spell it out so you can even understand me. I’ll say it nice and slow, too, just to make sure you don’t miss anything.
I’m a product of superior breeding. I’ve the product of several generations of blueblood heritage, going back well before the start of the American colonies. I’m used to getting what I want, when I want, however I want it and as fast as I want it. I’m accustomed to being catered to, hand and foot. Why should someone of my superior breeding have to do anything that I don’t like? It’s not like I have to take just anything that comes my way. I make my own destiny. I make my own future. I control the lives of countless numbers of people, in the various business ventures that I run.
I am the epitome of Darwinism. I, like the rest of my family, have evolved from an inferior breed of stock, getting better with each and every generation. I have improved my life substantially compared to what my parents had. I had better opportunities, nicer luxuries, more connections. I can afford to live the life of a wrestler, working for whomever I want, wrestling whomever I choose, taking on as many or as few matches as I please.
Alexander Gray…..Shane Borderland……we may only be wrestling a dark match. Why a man of my excellence is even in a dark match is beyond me. Despite this, I’m going to prove to everyone here in the Land Down Under where the superior breeding comes from, where the talent truly comes from. I, and I alone, will blow the roof off the Darwin Entertainment Centre. I will do so at both of your expenses. Somebody might have to stop me from committing something far worse then a Freudian Slip in this match.
It won’t take a Mastermind to win this match. Nor will it take a Bad Boy. It’ll take wrestling’s true Superstar to win this triple threat. Time to put everyone in the Asylum on lockdown. A Superstar is taking over, one way or another.
Scene slowly fades out.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious”
Bums. Nothing but low-class bums. Lousy airline had to put my expensive, high-end property with all this flea-ridden crap. I know they mishandled my luggage, too. I have half a mind to sue this worthless airline and their minimum wage apes.
As Bodacious finishes that statement, some high-end monogrammed luggage appears. He quickly shoves several people out of his way, including an old woman, and loads up a luggage dolly. Bodacious gets several evil stares, none of which phase him. Bobby hurries out of the baggage area as quickly as possible, looking like he wants nothing to do with being in the airport or being near anyone there.
Scene moves to the front of the airport, where a limo is waiting. A driver is holding a sign with Bobby’s name on it, which Bobby quickly finds. Bobby is helped into the limo before the driver puts the luggage into the trunk. Scene quickly moves to the inside of the limo, Bobby having a non-too-thrilled look on his face.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Darwin, Australia. Appropriate place to hold a Pay-Per-View, such as Mayhem. Shows like this are all a matter of survival. Survival of the fittest. Only the best will survive long enough to pass on their genes to the next generation. Those with the best looks, the most talent, the strongest, fastest….the most intelligent. Those are the only ones that make it survive long enough to do anything meaningful. The Rockefellers. The Kennedys. Vanderbilt. Ford. Carnegie. In recent years, you hear of Gates and Buffett.
All these people have managed to amass plenty of wealth, power and prestige over the years. In some cases, over a century. They’ve done things that few people can only dream of. They have control over any and all people. Even when you don’t notice it, someone just like them is exercising control.
Believe it or not, but I’m one of those people. Sure, I may only be placed in a dark match, working against two debuting members of the roster. I, like everyone else, knows it’s a real tragedy, considering that I’m the one true Superstar in APW. Doesn’t matter which brand you’re talking about. I’m the biggest name in the company. Bigger then Biggs. Bigger then Level-One. Sure as hell a bigger name then Branden Harvey. By default, this makes me a bigger superstar then my upcoming opponents.
My first opponent is a punk kid named Shane Borderland. I’ve been hearing some of the crap you’ve had to say. Can’t say that I’m one bit impressed with any of it. Why should I be? By your own admission, you’re new to APW. No record here. Don’t have a track record here, good or bad. If you were smart, and believe me, that’s a mighty big “IF”, you’d use that to your advantage. Instead of showing off that cockiness that you admit to having, it would be to your advantage to just kick some ass. Show me what you can do, punk.
I’m not interested about any of the dope smoking schmucks that you’ve teamed up with. Don’t really care about the morons that you’re teaming with now. The fact that certain friends of yours got lucky wins over me, once. And yes, one loss to any of your friends doesn’t mean much. Everyone has to get lucky once in awhile. Everyone gets that moment of good luck. Everyone has the moment of lousy luck. Good luck might hit you, like it did with anyone else that you pal around with.
Difference between the two of us is that I don’t need much luck. When I succeed, it’s because of my own talents. When I fail, the other guy usually just had a better day. Simple as that. Sure, you and I are going to have friends watching our backs, in case something goes wrong for us. That’s probably the one thing you and I will agree about. We always have friends backing us up, no matter what. Wait, I’ll add a second thing we’ll agree on. We don’t really care what anyone else thinks. Love us or hate us. Not our concern. We each are busting our asses for one crucial reason…..SUCCESS. For me, that means huge paydays and title shots. What your motives are aren’t a concern of mine.
However, that’s all we’ll have in common. I’m not here to outwrestle anyone. I’m not going to outclass anyone. I’m simply out to win, no matter what. How I do it is irrelevant. Getting the winner’s share of the purse is all that matters.
That’s what separates the men from the boys, right? The drive to win is all that really matters. I believe that’s what made Darwin’s theories so unique as well. It was all about being the dominate member of your species, your tribe or whatnot. Only those that had the best qualities could pass them on to the next generation. In our case, only the best will go down in APW as being the best. Who’ll get their asses stomped and who’ll do the ass stomping.
I suppose I shouldn’t get too far ahead of myself. I still need to remember that I’m facing two opponents. Either one of them are capable of pulling off a major upset. That’s all that it’ll be, should it happen. Assuming a huge “if”. Who’s this other guy? The Mastermind? Let me guess: you’re finishing hold is the Masterlock, right?
What? You have a couple of major moves of your own? Psychosurgery? Yeah….you’ll need surgery after the whoopin’ you take. Growing up, guys like you pretty well served only one purpose. Mainly, we made sure you did all the school work for us, that we didn’t want to do. Stuff that was too tedious. Or, in my case, I didn’t have time for. I was too busy being spotted by coaches, who were ignoring college stand outs for me while I was still a high school freshman. You won’t need any complex theories on why I do the things that I do, either. I’ll spell it out so you can even understand me. I’ll say it nice and slow, too, just to make sure you don’t miss anything.
I’m a product of superior breeding. I’ve the product of several generations of blueblood heritage, going back well before the start of the American colonies. I’m used to getting what I want, when I want, however I want it and as fast as I want it. I’m accustomed to being catered to, hand and foot. Why should someone of my superior breeding have to do anything that I don’t like? It’s not like I have to take just anything that comes my way. I make my own destiny. I make my own future. I control the lives of countless numbers of people, in the various business ventures that I run.
I am the epitome of Darwinism. I, like the rest of my family, have evolved from an inferior breed of stock, getting better with each and every generation. I have improved my life substantially compared to what my parents had. I had better opportunities, nicer luxuries, more connections. I can afford to live the life of a wrestler, working for whomever I want, wrestling whomever I choose, taking on as many or as few matches as I please.
Alexander Gray…..Shane Borderland……we may only be wrestling a dark match. Why a man of my excellence is even in a dark match is beyond me. Despite this, I’m going to prove to everyone here in the Land Down Under where the superior breeding comes from, where the talent truly comes from. I, and I alone, will blow the roof off the Darwin Entertainment Centre. I will do so at both of your expenses. Somebody might have to stop me from committing something far worse then a Freudian Slip in this match.
It won’t take a Mastermind to win this match. Nor will it take a Bad Boy. It’ll take wrestling’s true Superstar to win this triple threat. Time to put everyone in the Asylum on lockdown. A Superstar is taking over, one way or another.
Scene slowly fades out.
