No Peace, Just WAR
Apr 5, 2016 18:10:10 GMT -5
Post by SHIMADA on Apr 5, 2016 18:10:10 GMT -5
"Na B, it's all good, relax.. the camera's are here to just document my life, this ain't like the last time!"
He says unconvincingly as the camera fades into the internal scene; with Robbie Black seated on the edge of the bed whilst a woman covers herself with blankets, not wanting to be identified by the cameras. Black has his shirt off, his pecks and abdomen looking impeccable, with a grin stretching from ear to ear as he looks at the camera. Putting a t-shirt on, he rises to his feet and walks around the hotel room, with the cameras following him.
"She don't wanna be on camera folks.. last time, she had no complaining being on camera, y'know what I'm saying?"
A smirk appears on his lips as he pops his head around the door to look at her, before looking back at the camera.c
"But let's get down to business now, let's get down to what matters now, me!"
He points to himself as he escorts the camera man down the hallway, speaking whilst doing so.
"There's no question about it, there's no doubt either, I'm the number one wrestler on this damn development brand, but I guess all of ya'll already know that, I guess ya'll know too that Josh Mitchell got lucky a few weeks back when he was fortunate enough to get a draw against me, despite my dominance, despite my unquenchable performance - I let the kid shine! I've been off duty since then, spoiling Danvers matches, fuckin' more hoes and bitches but now, I'm back on duty and once again management have thrown a rookie into the deep end and she goes by the name of Echo Rigby!"
Leading the camera man to reception, he pauses and takes a seat by the sofas.
"Cute name, she also kinda cute too.. the kinda cute you'd like to tear up, y'know what I'm saying? The kinda cute you'd wine and dine before tearing that shit up! But in all seriousness, she's one of those peace lovers, y'know - the hippy types, that's the vibe I've been getting from the promo's she's been cuttin', she probably all about saving the planet and sharing the love and shit. Listenin' to that overrated John Lennon crap whilst writin' her own shit for her own shitty band. She ain't even a wrestler 'yo, she just using this shit as self protection for when she's on the road with groupies and shit.. I mean c'mon man, you can't be preachin' peace and love then get inside the four sided ring and expect the alternative.. inside that four sided ring, there's no peace, and there's certainly no love!
I don't know what herbs you've been smoking B, but that's certainly not the case.
I mean sure, I can be gentle, but that's a rarity, a rarity that's only requested in the bedroom. But inside that ring, I'm a different kind of monster, I'm a different kind of beast, and I don't think you'll be wanting to meet the monster within me, I don't think you'll be wanting to wake up the beast B.. and I'm not talkin' about my penis for once."
He pauses, his facial expressions turning serious.
"I'm serious about this shit. When I'm inside that ring, the jokes, the satire, it all goes because this is my life, forreal though. Wrestling is my life, and the day I get beat by some free-loving, peace making, hippie, is the day I'ma consider putting the boots back in the bag and calling it a day.
She's just another kid though, barely twenty years of age lookin' to rack up some money for her band and shit, she don't know shit, but she's tryin' be analytical and figure me out, she's trying to pin me as being the master of promotion.. there's no two ways about it hun, when I say I'm the pimpin master, I mean I'm the pimpin master.. I'm the master of fuckin' hoes, there's no need for you to look deeper into it B, trying to tap into my mental with your spiritual bullshit and your big words.. you're trying to find something that's not there, trying to get into my head and understand me when in reality, no one understands me. And that's what makes me so powerful.. because people fear, people hate: what they don't understand."
The tension is broken with a chuckle.
"But what do I know right?"
Again, he chuckles.
"I guess I do know that when we meet in the ring, I'll be the one with their arms held high, bitch."
Scene cuts to black.
He says unconvincingly as the camera fades into the internal scene; with Robbie Black seated on the edge of the bed whilst a woman covers herself with blankets, not wanting to be identified by the cameras. Black has his shirt off, his pecks and abdomen looking impeccable, with a grin stretching from ear to ear as he looks at the camera. Putting a t-shirt on, he rises to his feet and walks around the hotel room, with the cameras following him.
"She don't wanna be on camera folks.. last time, she had no complaining being on camera, y'know what I'm saying?"
A smirk appears on his lips as he pops his head around the door to look at her, before looking back at the camera.c
"But let's get down to business now, let's get down to what matters now, me!"
He points to himself as he escorts the camera man down the hallway, speaking whilst doing so.
"There's no question about it, there's no doubt either, I'm the number one wrestler on this damn development brand, but I guess all of ya'll already know that, I guess ya'll know too that Josh Mitchell got lucky a few weeks back when he was fortunate enough to get a draw against me, despite my dominance, despite my unquenchable performance - I let the kid shine! I've been off duty since then, spoiling Danvers matches, fuckin' more hoes and bitches but now, I'm back on duty and once again management have thrown a rookie into the deep end and she goes by the name of Echo Rigby!"
Leading the camera man to reception, he pauses and takes a seat by the sofas.
"Cute name, she also kinda cute too.. the kinda cute you'd like to tear up, y'know what I'm saying? The kinda cute you'd wine and dine before tearing that shit up! But in all seriousness, she's one of those peace lovers, y'know - the hippy types, that's the vibe I've been getting from the promo's she's been cuttin', she probably all about saving the planet and sharing the love and shit. Listenin' to that overrated John Lennon crap whilst writin' her own shit for her own shitty band. She ain't even a wrestler 'yo, she just using this shit as self protection for when she's on the road with groupies and shit.. I mean c'mon man, you can't be preachin' peace and love then get inside the four sided ring and expect the alternative.. inside that four sided ring, there's no peace, and there's certainly no love!
I don't know what herbs you've been smoking B, but that's certainly not the case.
I mean sure, I can be gentle, but that's a rarity, a rarity that's only requested in the bedroom. But inside that ring, I'm a different kind of monster, I'm a different kind of beast, and I don't think you'll be wanting to meet the monster within me, I don't think you'll be wanting to wake up the beast B.. and I'm not talkin' about my penis for once."
He pauses, his facial expressions turning serious.
"I'm serious about this shit. When I'm inside that ring, the jokes, the satire, it all goes because this is my life, forreal though. Wrestling is my life, and the day I get beat by some free-loving, peace making, hippie, is the day I'ma consider putting the boots back in the bag and calling it a day.
She's just another kid though, barely twenty years of age lookin' to rack up some money for her band and shit, she don't know shit, but she's tryin' be analytical and figure me out, she's trying to pin me as being the master of promotion.. there's no two ways about it hun, when I say I'm the pimpin master, I mean I'm the pimpin master.. I'm the master of fuckin' hoes, there's no need for you to look deeper into it B, trying to tap into my mental with your spiritual bullshit and your big words.. you're trying to find something that's not there, trying to get into my head and understand me when in reality, no one understands me. And that's what makes me so powerful.. because people fear, people hate: what they don't understand."
The tension is broken with a chuckle.
"But what do I know right?"
Again, he chuckles.
"I guess I do know that when we meet in the ring, I'll be the one with their arms held high, bitch."
Scene cuts to black.