Post by Dante Q on Dec 21, 2012 3:57:04 GMT -6
“So.”
Alex Brooks voices punctuates the formless blackness.
“I might have been the winner.”
Alex Brooks blonde locks appear in frame. He is wearing a new white Exodus Pro T-shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts and runners. He is holding a bottle of water in his right hand.
“But it sure didn't feel like afterwards. Eating that Superkick from Silver Squid sure knocked the sweet taste of victory from my mouth. All that aside, entering the Winter Road Tournament proper is an achievement I'm proud of. Even if I have been placed in the so called pool of death with Omar Wise, Justin Brooks and my opponent at the next Kliff Ulysses. Even if Kliff, gained entry to the tournament through less than honorable means. I still need to respect him for being in the tournament.”
Alex Brooks takes the lid of his water bottle and takes a mouthful, before replacing the lid and setting the bottle on the ground beside his feet. He takes a seat on a previously unseen wooden stool, and wipe his right hand and arm across his mouth.
“I know. I know. Alex Brooks is sitting in front of a camera monologuing again. But, look, I've had some bad experiences with less than honest opponents in the past. So, in my mind, better to be boring than have your family and friends turned against you by some devious son of a gun. Right?”
“And given that Kliff has a reputation of being a cunning opponent, hell bent on looking for any advantage possible. Well, that and my past experiences are what has lead me to this bland setting of black curtain and wooden stool. Simply, I am not willing to put people I care about in harm's way. But, enough about where we are and how we got here. Let's really get into why I'm sitting here in the first place.”
“Kliff Ulysses.”
Alex Brooks nods head in a simple manner.
“Hi, Kliff, how are you going? Word on the street is that you are looking forward to facing me in the ring. I respect that. And honestly, I am looking forward to the challenge you will present me when we step between those ropes in the RIMAC Arena on the second episode of Exodus Pro TV. In many ways, this will be the most important match for either of us in this Winter Road Tournament. I know it won't have the glory of the final or the tension of a semi final. The opening match of any round robin event is the most critical thing we can come across. Win and you're sitting nicely at the top of the block, looking back at the pack chasing you. Lose and you're looking up, hoping those ahead of you slip. That first win – very important. And it's even more so for you and me, Kliff. Because we you look over at the other side of your block we've two of the biggest and the baddest men since Leroy Brown waiting to treat our heads the Pacific Isalnders treat coconuts. So let me tell you, Kliff.”
“I intend to win.”
Alex Brooks pushes both his through his hair and holds them against the back of his head as he continues to talk.
“Not many people can be as long as you, Kliff. Not sure, what I'm talking about. Think about it, you have success in two separate careers. Music and wrestling, and you are doing the hard way. - that is performing both tasks at the same time. The talent it must take for someone to successfully pull off the touring lifestyle of two different jobs is phenomenal. I don't think I could come close to that. I honestly don't know how you can do it. That being said, there is no way you could possibly give one hundred percent to either venture. Which probably explains like is always on the precipice of greatness in both your vocations, but you never quite find a way get over the top in either your music or your wrestling, despite your obvious talent.”
Alex Brooks lets his hands falls to his side.
“Maybe all your need is something to focus your attention on, maybe this Winter Road tournament is what you need to to propel your career into the stratosphere. Well, you wrestling career anyway. Success in this tournament will make you genuine superstar – and that's what you more than likely need for you to get over self pity party. Which is something I don't understand, and don't really plan to try either.”
“There is one thing I didn't mention though, Kliff. All those goals and dreams of yours, well it's easy to say you want to achieve them. But, it's hell of a lot harder to do them when some one like me is standing in your way.”
Alex Brooks nods.
“Yes, Kliff – while I'll assume you want the success of being the last man or woman remaining of Exodus Pro's Winter Road. The first person standing in your way is me!”
“While, I may not be a Rock Star like you. While I may not be as talented wrestler as you are. I certainly don't feel sorry myself. And I certainly won't lay down for the way the brothers of IRON did. I stand in that ring with you. I get up in your face. I will fight you until I have nothing left to fight with. And in the end...”
“I will win.”
Alex Brooks cocks his head to side and then centers it again.
“And if I do lose. Well, I will heave learnt something from you and I won't lose to you in the same manner again. Because that's what I do Kliff. I learn. I adapt. I improve. I come back smarter. I come back better. Because I'm a wrestler and this is what I plan to be doing until I can't do it any more. But that's in the distant future. What's in the now. Is me versus you taking our first steps on the Winter Road. Kliff, we might walk through the door at the same time to take our first steps. But for me there will be no detours until I get to the end. I can't let myself do anything else but. You are my first opponent and you could be my last depending on where the chips fall. And I guarantee I will be a better wrestler by the end of this tournament.”
“Can you say the same?”
“Or will you allow yourself to consumed by that bitterness that has prevented you from achieving the greatness you deserve in both of your worlds.”
Alex Brooks stands up.
“You are not defined by success or failure, you are defined by what you make of them.”
“Either can destroy you. Just as either can drive you onto greatness.”
Alex Brooks bends down, picks his water bottle up and walks forward towards the camera.
“Kliff... Win or lose... I'm coming back faster, stronger, smarter... Better.”
“What are you going to do?”
Alex Brooks walks out of shot.
Black.
Alex Brooks voices punctuates the formless blackness.
“I might have been the winner.”
Alex Brooks blonde locks appear in frame. He is wearing a new white Exodus Pro T-shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts and runners. He is holding a bottle of water in his right hand.
“But it sure didn't feel like afterwards. Eating that Superkick from Silver Squid sure knocked the sweet taste of victory from my mouth. All that aside, entering the Winter Road Tournament proper is an achievement I'm proud of. Even if I have been placed in the so called pool of death with Omar Wise, Justin Brooks and my opponent at the next Kliff Ulysses. Even if Kliff, gained entry to the tournament through less than honorable means. I still need to respect him for being in the tournament.”
Alex Brooks takes the lid of his water bottle and takes a mouthful, before replacing the lid and setting the bottle on the ground beside his feet. He takes a seat on a previously unseen wooden stool, and wipe his right hand and arm across his mouth.
“I know. I know. Alex Brooks is sitting in front of a camera monologuing again. But, look, I've had some bad experiences with less than honest opponents in the past. So, in my mind, better to be boring than have your family and friends turned against you by some devious son of a gun. Right?”
“And given that Kliff has a reputation of being a cunning opponent, hell bent on looking for any advantage possible. Well, that and my past experiences are what has lead me to this bland setting of black curtain and wooden stool. Simply, I am not willing to put people I care about in harm's way. But, enough about where we are and how we got here. Let's really get into why I'm sitting here in the first place.”
“Kliff Ulysses.”
Alex Brooks nods head in a simple manner.
“Hi, Kliff, how are you going? Word on the street is that you are looking forward to facing me in the ring. I respect that. And honestly, I am looking forward to the challenge you will present me when we step between those ropes in the RIMAC Arena on the second episode of Exodus Pro TV. In many ways, this will be the most important match for either of us in this Winter Road Tournament. I know it won't have the glory of the final or the tension of a semi final. The opening match of any round robin event is the most critical thing we can come across. Win and you're sitting nicely at the top of the block, looking back at the pack chasing you. Lose and you're looking up, hoping those ahead of you slip. That first win – very important. And it's even more so for you and me, Kliff. Because we you look over at the other side of your block we've two of the biggest and the baddest men since Leroy Brown waiting to treat our heads the Pacific Isalnders treat coconuts. So let me tell you, Kliff.”
“I intend to win.”
Alex Brooks pushes both his through his hair and holds them against the back of his head as he continues to talk.
“Not many people can be as long as you, Kliff. Not sure, what I'm talking about. Think about it, you have success in two separate careers. Music and wrestling, and you are doing the hard way. - that is performing both tasks at the same time. The talent it must take for someone to successfully pull off the touring lifestyle of two different jobs is phenomenal. I don't think I could come close to that. I honestly don't know how you can do it. That being said, there is no way you could possibly give one hundred percent to either venture. Which probably explains like is always on the precipice of greatness in both your vocations, but you never quite find a way get over the top in either your music or your wrestling, despite your obvious talent.”
Alex Brooks lets his hands falls to his side.
“Maybe all your need is something to focus your attention on, maybe this Winter Road tournament is what you need to to propel your career into the stratosphere. Well, you wrestling career anyway. Success in this tournament will make you genuine superstar – and that's what you more than likely need for you to get over self pity party. Which is something I don't understand, and don't really plan to try either.”
“There is one thing I didn't mention though, Kliff. All those goals and dreams of yours, well it's easy to say you want to achieve them. But, it's hell of a lot harder to do them when some one like me is standing in your way.”
Alex Brooks nods.
“Yes, Kliff – while I'll assume you want the success of being the last man or woman remaining of Exodus Pro's Winter Road. The first person standing in your way is me!”
“While, I may not be a Rock Star like you. While I may not be as talented wrestler as you are. I certainly don't feel sorry myself. And I certainly won't lay down for the way the brothers of IRON did. I stand in that ring with you. I get up in your face. I will fight you until I have nothing left to fight with. And in the end...”
“I will win.”
Alex Brooks cocks his head to side and then centers it again.
“And if I do lose. Well, I will heave learnt something from you and I won't lose to you in the same manner again. Because that's what I do Kliff. I learn. I adapt. I improve. I come back smarter. I come back better. Because I'm a wrestler and this is what I plan to be doing until I can't do it any more. But that's in the distant future. What's in the now. Is me versus you taking our first steps on the Winter Road. Kliff, we might walk through the door at the same time to take our first steps. But for me there will be no detours until I get to the end. I can't let myself do anything else but. You are my first opponent and you could be my last depending on where the chips fall. And I guarantee I will be a better wrestler by the end of this tournament.”
“Can you say the same?”
“Or will you allow yourself to consumed by that bitterness that has prevented you from achieving the greatness you deserve in both of your worlds.”
Alex Brooks stands up.
“You are not defined by success or failure, you are defined by what you make of them.”
“Either can destroy you. Just as either can drive you onto greatness.”
Alex Brooks bends down, picks his water bottle up and walks forward towards the camera.
“Kliff... Win or lose... I'm coming back faster, stronger, smarter... Better.”
“What are you going to do?”
Alex Brooks walks out of shot.
Black.