Post by JD Storm on Jun 26, 2011 23:57:46 GMT -4
Scene opens in the driveway in front of a large mansion. A stretch limo is parked. The driver, a middle-aged man, is standing next to the front passenger door, facing the mansion. The driver waits patiently, looking stoic.
The scene pans out a bit, showing a variety of palm trees, blowing gently in the breeze. A few statues are placed at various places on the front lawn. A closer look reveals that each statue is nothing more then a replica of a famous, ancient statue, including the “thinking man” and “Michelangelo”. The scene gradually focuses in on the front doors, which open up, revealing “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious. Bodacious, dressed in a casual business suit, comes out. The driver opens up a back passenger door while a couple of servants carry some luggage to the limo.
Bodacious gets comfortable while the luggage is loaded into the trunk. A few moments go by before the driver gets in.
Driver
LAX, boss?
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Stop off at City Hall, first. I have some papers to sign for the city.
The limo takes off slowly. A tinted window lowers itself between the driver’s area and the passenger area. Bodacious turns on a switch that’s nearby, which turns on a ventilation system, prior to grabbing hold of an long, thick cigar. A lighter with a silver case is pulled from the left pocket of Bobby’s sports coat. Bobby opens it up and lights his cigar. The lighter is put away as Bobby puffs away on the cigar.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Mmmmm, Behike. Best damned cigars ever made. I’m used to having only the best, being only the best. I don’t care what it is that I’m doing. I expect nothing less then the absolute best. I only eat the best food, drink the finest beverages, have the best that money can by. My driver is one of the best chauffeurs that money can buy, currently. He knows how to anticipate every situation on the road better then just about any other person.
I’m used to getting whatever I want, whenever I want it, as fast as I want it. That’s what I’m used to. That’s what I’ve grown up knowing. For several months, nothing has been happening as fast as I’d like it, or as well as I would’ve liked it. As APW’s biggest superstar, I should be the top man in the company. I should’ve been the top dog since day one.
For reasons unknown to myself, I’ve only been able to go so far up the ranks in APW. I could only make it so far, until the last episode of Asylum. I defeated Tyler Vaughn for my rightful spot in the Test for the Best tournament. Three big matches in one night. The winner not only gains the prestige of winning this annual tournament. It’s so much more then having the prestige of winning such an event. Whomever walks out of this tournament as the man becomes an overnight sensation, claiming the right to challenge for either of APW’s World Titles. For everyone in this tournament, this is epic. This would be the most epic opportunity in the lives, the careers of anyone in this tournament.
For myself, this is merely giving me the chance to claim my rightful spot in APW. My destiny will start being fulfilled, as it’s meant to happen. No more being a third rate wrestler on a second rate show. No longer will I be overlooked for the big matches, the title shots, the big money. I won’t be cast off as the guy who can never quite get the job done. I won’t be treated as the guy that fails to get things done when the heat is on.
Three people that I must go through to claim my rightful place as King of the Hill. Three people who are unfortunate enough to be my victims. Only one competitor really had no choice in the humiliation that he’s about to receive. My remaining opponents are actually fighting for the right, the privilege, of losing to me. It’s going to be one of the highest honors for my opponents to lose to me in this tournament. Anyone that loses to me will be able to look at this moment and remember it fondly, knowing that they lost to the single greatest athlete, not only in the APW but in the entire wrestling world.
Blade will have his spot in wrestling history guaranteed during his first round match. Like a lousy Vampire saga, you will also turn into an over-rated piece of garbage. In just a year, maybe two, you’ll be nothing more then after thought around here. Only the internet geeks will be able to remember anything about you, at all. Only the smarks will care enough to talk about you or your career, what little career you had. It won’t be much of a discussion. Nothing pleasant will be brought up. But, they’ll at least remember you and what little you actually brought to the ring.
Next round will either be Roxy Raynor or Shane Borderland. Personally, it makes no difference to me which peon makes it to the dance. The winning streak that both morons are on will come to a crashing halt during the night. Just one moron has the misfortune of ending their streak just a little bit sooner. Both competitors are still going down. Might be more preferable, at least for Shane, if he throws the match against Roxy. I do have an extra special beating that I’m planning for you, specifically. I’m seriously hoping that the beating I give you will actually do you some good, Shane. With the loser that you hang out with, you could use a bit of tough love. You could use a little guidance to show you what can be done with your life if you didn’t have such a bad influence in your life.
Your little partnership reminds me of one of those lame 1980’s PSA commercials. Let’s see if you remember what I’m talking about. Two stoners are in a nice, comfy room….presumably the den that one of their old men likes to relax in. Both tokers get higher then a kite pretty quickly. One doper get hold of a shotgun and, thinking he’s invincible, decides to blow his brains out. The other idiot, in slo-mo, can only sit there screaming “NOOOOOOO!”
Yeah, I pretty well imagine that happening to one, or both, of you one day. Get too damned stoned to know what you’re doing, only to end up doing something tragically stupid. Namely, making a huge mess for the cleaning lady when she gets into work the following morning. Nobody will really miss the loss of life, so much. You’ll be missed like my old man misses his hemorrhoids. The only thing left is the relief on the inside of society’s ass. No more burning. No more discomfort when trying to sit down. No pain or misery when trying to do a certain amount of “personal business”.
Speaking of pain or misery, is Roxy Raynor actually a legit competitor in this tournament? Bigger question is who the hell names their kid Roxy? Naming someone Roxi would be a lot like naming someone Tootsie.
Wait….it wasn’t your parents that did it to you, now was it? This was something that you had given yourself, somewhere during your life. I didn’t give it much thought, until recently, mostly because you were never really on my radar before. You had never been anyone that I had to think about, before. Now that I have to give you some of my time, I had to actually think about what you might be like.
Wasn’t until I got a hold of your bio and stats that I realized, this is going to be way too easy. I didn’t think this would be possible, but Shane may just have the easiest first round match in the Test for the Best. Getting you on your back for a three count is probably second nature for you. From what I’ve learned, you were willing to do anything…..and I mean anything…..to get ahead. Facing either myself or Borderland will feel like one of your old training sessions again. You’ll just get on your back like you did, back in the day, just to take whatever you’re given. Only, neither one of us will be interested in picking up an STD. Borderland’s probably got enough himself, as it is, but that’s a whole separate issue.
Fitting that both of you are facing off in the first round. A freak who’ll open her legs for just about anyone facing someone who’s flying so high, he could probably come face to face with Captain Kirk. Considering where you call home, I suppose it’s only natural that you’d do whatever you had to in order to succeed. I need to let you know something important, right off the bat, Roxy. Any strange lights you saw were just reflections from weather balloons. Any “visitations” you had was just a hallucination, most likely from eating the wrong kind of mushroom. Either that or a repressed memory from something else. I’ll leave it at that, since APW has a certain amount of standards that we’re required to play by while working for the company.
I do have a pretty big question, though. Did the “visitors” ever do experiments on you? Rumor going around the locker room is that the “visitors” did experiments on you, of a “sexual” nature. Were there any anal probes done? Any 80 foot satellite dishes coming out of unnatural locations?
I could have fun doing this all day, Roxanne. Is it alright if I call you Roxanne? I really do like that a lot more then calling you Roxi. Feels more “professional”, more “sophisticated”. You know, if you ever get sick of your lifestyle, all you have to do is put out the red light. You won’t have to dance for money. Just come visit me, instead. Unlike the rest of the pervs in society, I won’t share you with another boy.
Bodacious has a short laugh to himself as he takes a little time to enjoy his cigar. As he enjoys the cigar, Bobby receives a text message. Upon reading it, Bobby looks a bit irritated.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Damn. Traffic is going to slow me down for awhile. Idiots in too much of a hurry to head to nowhere. Not like they have anything important to do, like I do. Only three opponents to completely and utterly destroy, followed up by taking the APW Tag Team Championship a few days later. I’m going to be the busiest man in APW in the next future.
Two Asylum rejects to put into straight jackets, but I’ve got four potential stars from Overdrive that I could face. Four stars that would like nothing more then to make a name for themselves at my expense. The only two people in this tournament that are worthy of taking me down are from Overdrive. Ironically, they both get to destroy each other right off the bat. C.J. Gates and Sally Talfourd. Both competitors have actually had enough time in APW to be established, to have any kind of record within the company. The only two competitors that are worthy challengers for me will be completely worn out before they even make it to the second round.
If their reputations hold true at Test for the Best, the morons will be putting it all on the line right out of the gate. Gates & Talfourd will be doing everything in their power to outclass each other, pulling off stunts that probably stop them both from competing for the rest of the night. Their egos have been stroked so much, they believe all the hype.
I can’t wait for them to go into overdrive in their match. Full throttle, all the way. Why not? Whomever still has the energy by the time the second round stars will only face the winner of the Johnny Rebel/Khaos match. We know that match won’t be all that great, anyway. Honestly, none of the Overdrive matches will be all that great anyway. It’ll be like watching the Special Olympics. No matter how hard any of you try, no matter how good any of you are, no matter how far any of you make it, it really doesn’t change the fact that you’re all special. It’s just like being the smartest kid with Down Syndrome. It won’t get you far, in the grand scheme of things. All any of you will have from Overdrive is the knowledge that you made it to the dance. That’s all you’ll have. Unlike the Special Olympics, there won’t be any awards for attendance. No trophies for “giving it your all”. No pats on the back for giving it your all. Just bitter disappointment, knowing that you failed, knowing that you simply didn’t have the talent.
Everyone may be a Mega Star, here in the APW, but they’ll never be a true Superstar. Not one of you can be a Superstar. That status isn’t handed out quite so easily. Being a Superstar is a status that only one man can achieve, that only one man rightfully deserves. When my arm is raised in victory after the tournament finals, everyone will declare me, Bobby Bodacious, as APW’s one and only true superstar. I will stand proudly, in the middle of the ring, knowing that I was the only one to pass the test, that I’m the only one to be declared “The Best”. The rest of you, at best, will simply be “Above Average”.
Bodacious takes several more puffs of his cigar as he kicks back and relaxes. Scene slowly fades to black.
The scene pans out a bit, showing a variety of palm trees, blowing gently in the breeze. A few statues are placed at various places on the front lawn. A closer look reveals that each statue is nothing more then a replica of a famous, ancient statue, including the “thinking man” and “Michelangelo”. The scene gradually focuses in on the front doors, which open up, revealing “Superstar” Bobby Bodacious. Bodacious, dressed in a casual business suit, comes out. The driver opens up a back passenger door while a couple of servants carry some luggage to the limo.
Bodacious gets comfortable while the luggage is loaded into the trunk. A few moments go by before the driver gets in.
Driver
LAX, boss?
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Stop off at City Hall, first. I have some papers to sign for the city.
The limo takes off slowly. A tinted window lowers itself between the driver’s area and the passenger area. Bodacious turns on a switch that’s nearby, which turns on a ventilation system, prior to grabbing hold of an long, thick cigar. A lighter with a silver case is pulled from the left pocket of Bobby’s sports coat. Bobby opens it up and lights his cigar. The lighter is put away as Bobby puffs away on the cigar.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Mmmmm, Behike. Best damned cigars ever made. I’m used to having only the best, being only the best. I don’t care what it is that I’m doing. I expect nothing less then the absolute best. I only eat the best food, drink the finest beverages, have the best that money can by. My driver is one of the best chauffeurs that money can buy, currently. He knows how to anticipate every situation on the road better then just about any other person.
I’m used to getting whatever I want, whenever I want it, as fast as I want it. That’s what I’m used to. That’s what I’ve grown up knowing. For several months, nothing has been happening as fast as I’d like it, or as well as I would’ve liked it. As APW’s biggest superstar, I should be the top man in the company. I should’ve been the top dog since day one.
For reasons unknown to myself, I’ve only been able to go so far up the ranks in APW. I could only make it so far, until the last episode of Asylum. I defeated Tyler Vaughn for my rightful spot in the Test for the Best tournament. Three big matches in one night. The winner not only gains the prestige of winning this annual tournament. It’s so much more then having the prestige of winning such an event. Whomever walks out of this tournament as the man becomes an overnight sensation, claiming the right to challenge for either of APW’s World Titles. For everyone in this tournament, this is epic. This would be the most epic opportunity in the lives, the careers of anyone in this tournament.
For myself, this is merely giving me the chance to claim my rightful spot in APW. My destiny will start being fulfilled, as it’s meant to happen. No more being a third rate wrestler on a second rate show. No longer will I be overlooked for the big matches, the title shots, the big money. I won’t be cast off as the guy who can never quite get the job done. I won’t be treated as the guy that fails to get things done when the heat is on.
Three people that I must go through to claim my rightful place as King of the Hill. Three people who are unfortunate enough to be my victims. Only one competitor really had no choice in the humiliation that he’s about to receive. My remaining opponents are actually fighting for the right, the privilege, of losing to me. It’s going to be one of the highest honors for my opponents to lose to me in this tournament. Anyone that loses to me will be able to look at this moment and remember it fondly, knowing that they lost to the single greatest athlete, not only in the APW but in the entire wrestling world.
Blade will have his spot in wrestling history guaranteed during his first round match. Like a lousy Vampire saga, you will also turn into an over-rated piece of garbage. In just a year, maybe two, you’ll be nothing more then after thought around here. Only the internet geeks will be able to remember anything about you, at all. Only the smarks will care enough to talk about you or your career, what little career you had. It won’t be much of a discussion. Nothing pleasant will be brought up. But, they’ll at least remember you and what little you actually brought to the ring.
Next round will either be Roxy Raynor or Shane Borderland. Personally, it makes no difference to me which peon makes it to the dance. The winning streak that both morons are on will come to a crashing halt during the night. Just one moron has the misfortune of ending their streak just a little bit sooner. Both competitors are still going down. Might be more preferable, at least for Shane, if he throws the match against Roxy. I do have an extra special beating that I’m planning for you, specifically. I’m seriously hoping that the beating I give you will actually do you some good, Shane. With the loser that you hang out with, you could use a bit of tough love. You could use a little guidance to show you what can be done with your life if you didn’t have such a bad influence in your life.
Your little partnership reminds me of one of those lame 1980’s PSA commercials. Let’s see if you remember what I’m talking about. Two stoners are in a nice, comfy room….presumably the den that one of their old men likes to relax in. Both tokers get higher then a kite pretty quickly. One doper get hold of a shotgun and, thinking he’s invincible, decides to blow his brains out. The other idiot, in slo-mo, can only sit there screaming “NOOOOOOO!”
Yeah, I pretty well imagine that happening to one, or both, of you one day. Get too damned stoned to know what you’re doing, only to end up doing something tragically stupid. Namely, making a huge mess for the cleaning lady when she gets into work the following morning. Nobody will really miss the loss of life, so much. You’ll be missed like my old man misses his hemorrhoids. The only thing left is the relief on the inside of society’s ass. No more burning. No more discomfort when trying to sit down. No pain or misery when trying to do a certain amount of “personal business”.
Speaking of pain or misery, is Roxy Raynor actually a legit competitor in this tournament? Bigger question is who the hell names their kid Roxy? Naming someone Roxi would be a lot like naming someone Tootsie.
Wait….it wasn’t your parents that did it to you, now was it? This was something that you had given yourself, somewhere during your life. I didn’t give it much thought, until recently, mostly because you were never really on my radar before. You had never been anyone that I had to think about, before. Now that I have to give you some of my time, I had to actually think about what you might be like.
Wasn’t until I got a hold of your bio and stats that I realized, this is going to be way too easy. I didn’t think this would be possible, but Shane may just have the easiest first round match in the Test for the Best. Getting you on your back for a three count is probably second nature for you. From what I’ve learned, you were willing to do anything…..and I mean anything…..to get ahead. Facing either myself or Borderland will feel like one of your old training sessions again. You’ll just get on your back like you did, back in the day, just to take whatever you’re given. Only, neither one of us will be interested in picking up an STD. Borderland’s probably got enough himself, as it is, but that’s a whole separate issue.
Fitting that both of you are facing off in the first round. A freak who’ll open her legs for just about anyone facing someone who’s flying so high, he could probably come face to face with Captain Kirk. Considering where you call home, I suppose it’s only natural that you’d do whatever you had to in order to succeed. I need to let you know something important, right off the bat, Roxy. Any strange lights you saw were just reflections from weather balloons. Any “visitations” you had was just a hallucination, most likely from eating the wrong kind of mushroom. Either that or a repressed memory from something else. I’ll leave it at that, since APW has a certain amount of standards that we’re required to play by while working for the company.
I do have a pretty big question, though. Did the “visitors” ever do experiments on you? Rumor going around the locker room is that the “visitors” did experiments on you, of a “sexual” nature. Were there any anal probes done? Any 80 foot satellite dishes coming out of unnatural locations?
I could have fun doing this all day, Roxanne. Is it alright if I call you Roxanne? I really do like that a lot more then calling you Roxi. Feels more “professional”, more “sophisticated”. You know, if you ever get sick of your lifestyle, all you have to do is put out the red light. You won’t have to dance for money. Just come visit me, instead. Unlike the rest of the pervs in society, I won’t share you with another boy.
Bodacious has a short laugh to himself as he takes a little time to enjoy his cigar. As he enjoys the cigar, Bobby receives a text message. Upon reading it, Bobby looks a bit irritated.
“Superstar” Bobby Bodacious
Damn. Traffic is going to slow me down for awhile. Idiots in too much of a hurry to head to nowhere. Not like they have anything important to do, like I do. Only three opponents to completely and utterly destroy, followed up by taking the APW Tag Team Championship a few days later. I’m going to be the busiest man in APW in the next future.
Two Asylum rejects to put into straight jackets, but I’ve got four potential stars from Overdrive that I could face. Four stars that would like nothing more then to make a name for themselves at my expense. The only two people in this tournament that are worthy of taking me down are from Overdrive. Ironically, they both get to destroy each other right off the bat. C.J. Gates and Sally Talfourd. Both competitors have actually had enough time in APW to be established, to have any kind of record within the company. The only two competitors that are worthy challengers for me will be completely worn out before they even make it to the second round.
If their reputations hold true at Test for the Best, the morons will be putting it all on the line right out of the gate. Gates & Talfourd will be doing everything in their power to outclass each other, pulling off stunts that probably stop them both from competing for the rest of the night. Their egos have been stroked so much, they believe all the hype.
I can’t wait for them to go into overdrive in their match. Full throttle, all the way. Why not? Whomever still has the energy by the time the second round stars will only face the winner of the Johnny Rebel/Khaos match. We know that match won’t be all that great, anyway. Honestly, none of the Overdrive matches will be all that great anyway. It’ll be like watching the Special Olympics. No matter how hard any of you try, no matter how good any of you are, no matter how far any of you make it, it really doesn’t change the fact that you’re all special. It’s just like being the smartest kid with Down Syndrome. It won’t get you far, in the grand scheme of things. All any of you will have from Overdrive is the knowledge that you made it to the dance. That’s all you’ll have. Unlike the Special Olympics, there won’t be any awards for attendance. No trophies for “giving it your all”. No pats on the back for giving it your all. Just bitter disappointment, knowing that you failed, knowing that you simply didn’t have the talent.
Everyone may be a Mega Star, here in the APW, but they’ll never be a true Superstar. Not one of you can be a Superstar. That status isn’t handed out quite so easily. Being a Superstar is a status that only one man can achieve, that only one man rightfully deserves. When my arm is raised in victory after the tournament finals, everyone will declare me, Bobby Bodacious, as APW’s one and only true superstar. I will stand proudly, in the middle of the ring, knowing that I was the only one to pass the test, that I’m the only one to be declared “The Best”. The rest of you, at best, will simply be “Above Average”.
Bodacious takes several more puffs of his cigar as he kicks back and relaxes. Scene slowly fades to black.
