Post by HALE BLACK SATIN on May 9, 2015 20:48:59 GMT -6
I was never big into real estate but yet when the opportunity came to own my own gym…I jumped on it.
And from there it’s turned into it’s own Monster, so to speak.
From Fort Worth, Texas.
To San Diego, California.
And now to one in my own backyard in Knoxville, Tennessee.
I considered it my own little paradise…a place where I could be alone and just let with the determination to challenge myself physically and mentally at the same time. There was something therapeutic about having the urge and drive to destroy your body in the hopes of rebuilding yourself bigger and stronger. Maybe the past two stints in Exodus, in a sick and twisted way, had been sort of a rebuilding if you will. The lost chance at becoming the Tag Team Champions…the losses to Chris Strike, Fiona Collins…the loss to Christian Kane. It was enough to crush lesser men…it would’ve shown how much someone wanted it…or in this instance how much they didn’t want it.
But yet through it all…I continued to push and push…I found a impressive victories over Angela Jamison…I found retribution in a victory over Christian Kane, capturing my first championship with the International Title. All and any momentum that I could muster up coming into San Diego was a welcomed change. And taking the week to spend in Knoxville instead of San Diego was just what I needed.
Away from the hype.
Away from the critics.
Away from the fans.
Away from the haters.
The gym wasn’t big…it was actually nothing more but a converted warehouse but after pulling some strings and even more favors. I got everything I needed and then some, apparently being a former World Champion still had its perks in the community. I stood in front of the large rack of individual hard rubber dumbbells ranging from 25 to 120 pounds as I held 40 pound dumbbells in my hands as I grimaced as I brought weight up in a full dumbbell curl as the strain of weight brought several veins to the surface of my forearms and my biceps as I finished the set with a animalistic grunt before dropped the weight back onto the rack with a solid thud.
I placed my hands on top of the weight as I dropped my head to catch my breath making it a point to find my limit physically and push through it. The past two months had something that never has been done in my two and half year career in the Exodus Pro.
It exposed my flaws.
It was the reason why I wasn’t consider a monster until recently…they knew I could be beaten and everyone wanted a piece to be the next person to do so. I looked up into the large full length mirror in front of me staring back into the eyes of the man that once held the wrestling world by the balls from New York, to Japan, to Knoxville, to San Diego and back again, there wasn’t a person who could stand in his way.
“I told you we’d get back here.”
I kept silent as I looked into the mirror to see the Big Bad Brooks standing in front of me with his arms crossed over his broad chest. We were dressed the same, white tank top with mesh black shorts but yet, we knew the difference between the two of us.
“It wasn’t pretty and I had to drag you kicking and screaming the whole way…but we’re here right where we need to be. Regardless of if those other assholes want to deny it and have the need to think that we are no longer a threat…we’ll show them all. How did it feel to beat Kane in front of everyone back in Japan and take that International Championship away from him?”
“It felt good.”
A smile crossed over his features as he nodded his head slowly. “I know it did. How did it feel down a former World Champion and a REVOLUTION reject last week?”
“It felt even better.”
“Good. Remember how that feels because that’s exactly what we are going to do this weekend. For too long we’ve allowed the likes of Abby Park forget her place. For too long we have let the likes of Zack Lifer think he belongs. For too long we have allowed the likes of Chris Strike to think that he runs this yard. For too long we’ve allowed the likes Beowulf to remain relevant in a time where the only Predator in this land is us.”
“All those mistakes that’ll soon be rectified.”
“We are the Exodus Pro International Champion…if we have to maim them…we will. If we have to end careers…we will. If we have to destroy them where they stand…we will. If we have to kill them…”
“…we will.”
The smile on his face grew wider as he silently nodded his head. Closing my own eyes, I took a deep breath and grabbed the next set of weights and stood tall as I opened my eyes finding my own reflection staring back at me.
The answer was clear as could be.
To win…you had to do what no else was willing to do. Go farther than anyone else was willing to go...
…become the man that they all feared.
[www.THEBIGBADBROOKS.com/promos]
[EXPRO on FX #33]
[Clash of the Titans]
[Justin Brooks (EXPRO Intl Champion) v. Abby Park]
[Hype Video I][/i]
“So let’s dance again, Abby.”
“This time without the benefit of Devan being there to take away what should be one of the better matches of the night.”
“I want to see what a Former Exodus Pro Champion has when it’s one on one.”
“I want to see what Chris Strike saw when you beat him.”
“I want to see Abby Park of new...not the Abby Park of old.”
“The Abby Park that got her head kicked in by Johnny Cannon...the Abby Park who was the short change in short change Heroes.”
“Last week it was Devan who felt what was like to be dropped with a Hook and Ladder...but this go around, she won’t be here to take the fall, this time it’s just going to The Big Bad Brooks looking to derail the Seoul Train to such a point to where it doesn’t ever get back on the tracks ever again.”
“That’s not a damn threat, it’s a fucking promise.”
“Understand that outside of the wife and kids and the white picket fence that surrounds them all, I do what I have to do to provide for them. And if that defending this International Championship night in and night out, then so be it."
"If it means breaking all the rules..."
"Breaking bones..."
"Shattering careers..."
"Making a deal with the Devil himself..."
"Then so be it."
"You wanted to start that road back to the Exodus Pro World Championship at ExPro #32 and I made damn sure that you realize that, that road isn't what it used to be. It's harder than ever before because while you're back on that downward slide...there are so many others who are putting in that time and doing it such a way that they can't be denied."
Justin looks at the International title that sits on his right shoulder.
"Like myself."
"But the powers at be want to see it again, let's find out who wants it more and who's willing to do what it takes to take that next step?"
"Like I told you two weeks ago, Abs...you've been on that mountaintop and no one can ever take that from you and they shouldn't even try but you can understand why everyone wants to knock you down a peg."
"Beating Abby Park puts you one step closer to reaching that pedestal ourselves."
"You're the means to an end, Abs. And once it's all said and done, you're going to be just that..."
"...an End."
And from there it’s turned into it’s own Monster, so to speak.
From Fort Worth, Texas.
To San Diego, California.
And now to one in my own backyard in Knoxville, Tennessee.
I considered it my own little paradise…a place where I could be alone and just let with the determination to challenge myself physically and mentally at the same time. There was something therapeutic about having the urge and drive to destroy your body in the hopes of rebuilding yourself bigger and stronger. Maybe the past two stints in Exodus, in a sick and twisted way, had been sort of a rebuilding if you will. The lost chance at becoming the Tag Team Champions…the losses to Chris Strike, Fiona Collins…the loss to Christian Kane. It was enough to crush lesser men…it would’ve shown how much someone wanted it…or in this instance how much they didn’t want it.
But yet through it all…I continued to push and push…I found a impressive victories over Angela Jamison…I found retribution in a victory over Christian Kane, capturing my first championship with the International Title. All and any momentum that I could muster up coming into San Diego was a welcomed change. And taking the week to spend in Knoxville instead of San Diego was just what I needed.
Away from the hype.
Away from the critics.
Away from the fans.
Away from the haters.
The gym wasn’t big…it was actually nothing more but a converted warehouse but after pulling some strings and even more favors. I got everything I needed and then some, apparently being a former World Champion still had its perks in the community. I stood in front of the large rack of individual hard rubber dumbbells ranging from 25 to 120 pounds as I held 40 pound dumbbells in my hands as I grimaced as I brought weight up in a full dumbbell curl as the strain of weight brought several veins to the surface of my forearms and my biceps as I finished the set with a animalistic grunt before dropped the weight back onto the rack with a solid thud.
I placed my hands on top of the weight as I dropped my head to catch my breath making it a point to find my limit physically and push through it. The past two months had something that never has been done in my two and half year career in the Exodus Pro.
It exposed my flaws.
It was the reason why I wasn’t consider a monster until recently…they knew I could be beaten and everyone wanted a piece to be the next person to do so. I looked up into the large full length mirror in front of me staring back into the eyes of the man that once held the wrestling world by the balls from New York, to Japan, to Knoxville, to San Diego and back again, there wasn’t a person who could stand in his way.
“I told you we’d get back here.”
I kept silent as I looked into the mirror to see the Big Bad Brooks standing in front of me with his arms crossed over his broad chest. We were dressed the same, white tank top with mesh black shorts but yet, we knew the difference between the two of us.
“It wasn’t pretty and I had to drag you kicking and screaming the whole way…but we’re here right where we need to be. Regardless of if those other assholes want to deny it and have the need to think that we are no longer a threat…we’ll show them all. How did it feel to beat Kane in front of everyone back in Japan and take that International Championship away from him?”
“It felt good.”
A smile crossed over his features as he nodded his head slowly. “I know it did. How did it feel down a former World Champion and a REVOLUTION reject last week?”
“It felt even better.”
“Good. Remember how that feels because that’s exactly what we are going to do this weekend. For too long we’ve allowed the likes of Abby Park forget her place. For too long we have let the likes of Zack Lifer think he belongs. For too long we have allowed the likes of Chris Strike to think that he runs this yard. For too long we’ve allowed the likes Beowulf to remain relevant in a time where the only Predator in this land is us.”
“All those mistakes that’ll soon be rectified.”
“We are the Exodus Pro International Champion…if we have to maim them…we will. If we have to end careers…we will. If we have to destroy them where they stand…we will. If we have to kill them…”
“…we will.”
The smile on his face grew wider as he silently nodded his head. Closing my own eyes, I took a deep breath and grabbed the next set of weights and stood tall as I opened my eyes finding my own reflection staring back at me.
The answer was clear as could be.
To win…you had to do what no else was willing to do. Go farther than anyone else was willing to go...
…become the man that they all feared.
[www.THEBIGBADBROOKS.com/promos]
[EXPRO on FX #33]
[Clash of the Titans]
[Justin Brooks (EXPRO Intl Champion) v. Abby Park]
[Hype Video I][/i]
“So let’s dance again, Abby.”
“This time without the benefit of Devan being there to take away what should be one of the better matches of the night.”
“I want to see what a Former Exodus Pro Champion has when it’s one on one.”
“I want to see what Chris Strike saw when you beat him.”
“I want to see Abby Park of new...not the Abby Park of old.”
“The Abby Park that got her head kicked in by Johnny Cannon...the Abby Park who was the short change in short change Heroes.”
“Last week it was Devan who felt what was like to be dropped with a Hook and Ladder...but this go around, she won’t be here to take the fall, this time it’s just going to The Big Bad Brooks looking to derail the Seoul Train to such a point to where it doesn’t ever get back on the tracks ever again.”
“That’s not a damn threat, it’s a fucking promise.”
“Understand that outside of the wife and kids and the white picket fence that surrounds them all, I do what I have to do to provide for them. And if that defending this International Championship night in and night out, then so be it."
"If it means breaking all the rules..."
"Breaking bones..."
"Shattering careers..."
"Making a deal with the Devil himself..."
"Then so be it."
"You wanted to start that road back to the Exodus Pro World Championship at ExPro #32 and I made damn sure that you realize that, that road isn't what it used to be. It's harder than ever before because while you're back on that downward slide...there are so many others who are putting in that time and doing it such a way that they can't be denied."
Justin looks at the International title that sits on his right shoulder.
"Like myself."
"But the powers at be want to see it again, let's find out who wants it more and who's willing to do what it takes to take that next step?"
"Like I told you two weeks ago, Abs...you've been on that mountaintop and no one can ever take that from you and they shouldn't even try but you can understand why everyone wants to knock you down a peg."
"Beating Abby Park puts you one step closer to reaching that pedestal ourselves."
"You're the means to an end, Abs. And once it's all said and done, you're going to be just that..."
"...an End."
