Post by HALE BLACK SATIN on Jun 6, 2015 14:20:57 GMT -6
In this business...there are no friends.
If you want to make friendships, then join a softball team.
This business was cutthroat, it was a shark tank..it was a pack of hungry wolves.
Add whatever carnivore you want but you get the picture.
What happened at EXODUS #34 was unexpected.
The first and only mistake when it comes to Savannah.
She wanted to make an impact and in the process, she set in motion a series of events that will only end with her being broken…
...beaten…
...bloodied…
...and ultimately defeated.
She’s all alone in this endeavour because there isn’t going to be a soul who is going to be able to save her.
Not from me.
Not from the Monster.
It’s easy to say you’re going to be a Monster Hunter, until it’s the Monster that’s hunting you.
I made a promise that I would defeat this International Title and become of its premier champions.
While what Savannah has done with the San Diego Bay Championship is commendable…
...her reign comes with an asterisk, that’s very hard to ignore.
[May 25, 2015]
[RIMAC Arena]
[San Diego, California]
The light ringing in the back of my head was a welcome change from the dull roar that was brought on by two standing sidekicks from Savannah Taylor, for whatever God-awful reason. And if it wasn’t for the smelling salts from the training staff, chances are I would still be laid out in the middle of the ring with the International Title draped over my chest. I let my guard down, I actually -believed- that Savannah and I would have a straight up match to see who would be the better wrestler.
Apparently, I was naive enough to think that would be the case.
Sitting on the large padded training table in the training room, I reached up and brought a hand up to the side of my head, wincing at the tender area right about my temple where Savannah had skillfully placed her foot only minutes earlier. My focus was starting to come back with the dizziness starting to fade as long as I stood still for a small bit of time.
“So Mr. Brooks...can you tell me what happened?” The Exodus Trainer spoke softly to me as he sat in front of me in a rolling leather stool. He held out a manilla folder in front of him, seeming to write notes down.
“Yeah, I got kicked in the face. I figured that much was apparent. “ I replied sarcastically as my vitals were being taken by one of the paramedics on staff.
The trainer only smirked and nodded his head, giving me the point. “Alright, if you remember what happened, let’s go back and replay it again.”
I let out an irritated sigh as I shook my head slowly, the last thing I wanted to do was to replay the momentary lack in judgement.
“Savannah Taylor kicked me in the face...lights out...I wake up in the middle of the ring, staring up at your goofy-ass face waving an ammonia packet underneath my nose.”
The trainer pulled out a small penlight before instructing me to look up at the drop ceiling tiles above me, as he stood to his feet and shined the light into each one of my eyes.
“C'mon, man...what is this all about?” I ask wanting more than anything to get out of this office and get back into a wrestling ring.
“Well, this is just standard operation procedure in case of concussions.”
“I don’t have a goddamn concussion.”
“When you woke up, were you blurred vision?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright, how about dizziness upon standing?”
“.....yeah.”
“The time frame between impact and actually waking up, do have any recollection of events?”
“....” I sighed softly knowing where this was going. I had all the symptoms, I had everything they needed to put me on the shelf for they deemed needed. I didn't like being put in the sidelines...especially this close to finally defending a title that I worked so hard to get.
To risk the possibility of losing it on a damn technicality was soul crushing to say the least.
“Mr. Brooks?”
I snapped back from train of thought as I shook my head slowly. “No, no I don’t.”
Placing the penlight into his front pocket, the trainer let out a soft resigned sigh as he shook his head slowly.
“Mr. Brooks, I think you’re suffering from the symptoms of a concussion, I know that you have your first title defense coming up in the next few weeks, but we have take this very seriously. If something else were to happen we can’t be certain that this won’t get worse or even…”
“Don’t say it.” I looked up at him, holding a single finger in the air.
“Don’t you fucking say it...there isn’t a damn thing that’s going to keep from defending that title, I don’t give a damn what anyone says. I’ll sign whatever, if I have to bring my lawyer into this I will, but I will be in that ring next Monday.”
Climbing off of the treatment table, I headed for the door only for the trainer to call back to me.
"You know I'll have to send my report to the Doctors and Director Collins, right? I can't sit in this, Justin."
I stop in my tracks and place my hands on my waist before looking over my right shoulder.
"You do what you got to do, I'm not going to stop you...but if you think for a minute that I'm not going defend the International Title because it? Well, I got a surprise for every single one of you."
[www.THEBIGBADBROOKS.com/promos]
[The War Isn’t Over Yet]
[All About Pride]
[International Championship Match]
[V1 Defense]
[Justin Brooks © v. Savannah Taylor]
[Hype Video i]
The large desk was handcrafted out of mahogany, aged perfectly and every detail...every curve was measured to a absolute perfection, a science if you will. It's tabletop was buffed to a mirror shine as Justin Brooks couldn't help but reach out with a single finger and run it horizontally across the desk. He smiled with appreciation for the work and the man hours that had went into making something so perfect that it felt as if it would be a crime if you were to use it. Sitting behind in the desk in a large black leather bound chair, Justin pulled the EXODUS Pro International Championship from his right shoulder, folding it properly to place it on the desk in front of him. Adjusting the black silk around his neck, he leans forward, placing his large hands on top of the table as he stares into the camera.
"There was a time where the name Savannah Taylor meant something."
"Even when she was handcuffed to Cleon Gray."
"She held the San Diego Bay Title with a type of viciousness and tenacity that made the San Diego Bay Championship worth something, made it worth a damn since its conception."
"Yes, I'm saying that Savannah Taylor was the best San Diego Bay Champion in Exodus history, before Fiona Collins used as a stepping stone. Before it was handed off like a hot potato...until Savannah, it wasn't worth the leather and gold it was bound to."
"Then she decided mix business with pleasure, only to have her title reign come to a complete halt and with it add a black mark on her legacy by losing to Chandler Scott, who did just as much for the San Diego Bay title as Lexy Chapel did for the International Championship."
At the mention of Lexy Chapel, Justin shakes his head in disgust before shuddering slightly.
"And since then, we didn't hear anything from Savannah. Let it be injury...or personal drama, she would pop in and out from her self-imposed isolation mourning the loss of her beloved even when Kevin Hardaway did all of Exodus a favor and hurt him to such a point that Scott didn't just walk out Exodus..."
"...he limped out of here with his tail tucked between his legs because he couldn't hack here anymore."
"And now that Savannah has the new little attitude about her, she wants to think that she's got what it takes to take on The Big Bad Brooks, more importantly, she think she gots what it takes to peel the International title away from me."
Justin smiles for a moment and lets s chuckle escaped past his lips.
"But what she fails to realize that it's going to take more than some new attitude, it's going to take more than some new dark colored clothes, it's going to take more than some cheap shot after the match to get the best of me."
"...it's going to take a lot more than that to be the International Champion."
Sitting up in the chair, he rolls his large shoulders forward.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, don’t let the new wrapper fool you, as much as Savannah wants to think that she's become this Billy Bad-Ass, I'm going to put that theory to the test. I wanna see how much she wants it and how far she's willing to go to get it."
"And once I find that out, I'm going to see what's left, I want to see what else she has to give when there is nothing left to give because it'll then and only then will she even come close to beating me."
"Folks, I don't say this to be arrogant...I say it because I'm stating a fact."
"Even with the International Title around my waist, I know alot of you want to still consider me the underdog and honestly, it's okay, it really is."
Justin smiles once again, a rare sight for those outside of his personal close knit circle of family and friends.
"I've made a living of proving you all wrong...I've made a living by making a point to shove it down each and one of your throats because when you doubt a Monster, he'll surprise you every single time."
[September , 2009.]
[Kids ‘R Kids Pre-K School Program]
[Los Angeles, California]
I sat in the driver's seat of the black late model Chevrolet Tahoe watching Alistair Scott Brooks play a game of tag with several other kids in the large play area enclosed with chain-linked fence. I was left in a silent awe as I watched him play innocently, with a childish enthusiasm, and without a single worry in the world.
It was awesome to be that age and just have to worry about what was for snack and bedtime was your biggest rival.
Yet as much as I wanted to smile, I could only feel my heart rip inside of my large chest at the failure that I’d become in his life. He deserved better than and definitely deserved more.
He deserved a father and I definitely wasn’t giving it to him.
And despite all the excuses that I wanted to give and offer up, it wouldn’t be enough.
A deep sigh slowly escaped my lips as he lowered my gaze through the lightly tinted glass as I sat parked across the street from the preschool program building in East Atlanta. Jennika had told about his pre-K school program and pleaded with me not to informally introduce myself to my son. I reluctantly agreed knowing it was in his best interests, figuring that if his world was about to be turned upside down his mother should be the one to soften the blow first.
But after three years of his existence and me being no where to be found, I just wanted to see him.
I just wanted to see my son for the first time with my own eyes.
For all those years, I’d be selfish, self-absorbed, prideful, and a general dick to everyone around because I was too busy trying to prove something to myself.
That through it all, maybe I wasn’t as bad as a person as I wanted to let on.
I was brought from my thoughts by the firm vibration of my Andriod cell phone as I fish it out of the center console and place it to my ear without looking at the screen to see who it was.
“Hello?” I said, obviously distracted.
“Jay…what are you doing?” Jennika said on the other line which immediately snapped me from my daze.
“Uh…um…” I stammered trying to think of some sort of lie.
“Yeah, I thought so…he’s gorgeous isn’t he?” she said seeing through my bullshit with ease as I just chuckled softly. “Yeah, Jenn, he is. I can’t stop watching him. Don’t worry; he has no idea that I’m even here. He’s playing with the other kids, I know you told me to wait but I just had to see him, Jenn. I couldn’t help myself, damn, he looks just like me.”
I could hear Jennika giggle softly on the other end of the phone. “Yeah, he acts just like you too. He’s the best part of you, Jay.”
“No…he’s the best part of the both of us. I’m going to try my best not to sound cheesy, but he’s perfect.”
“Well when do you want to meet him?” she asked, which completely took me off guard as I sat there in silence for what seemed like forever.
“Jay? You still there?” she replied after a few seconds of silence.
“Yeah, I’m still here…I just…I just…I don’t know if I can do that just yet. I mean, I don’t know if I’m ready to rock his small little world just yet.”
“I know it’s a lot but he deserves to know who his father is and you need to have a relationship with your son. He deserves that at the least, the both of you do. I’m not sure how much time I got left, Jay, the doctors are doing what they call but they are saying that it’s aggressive. He needs to know who you are and you need to know him too.”
I closed my eyes and sighed softly knowing that Jennika was right. Alistair deserved to know, good or bad, who his father was. “Alright, how’s tomorrow afternoon after you get off of work?”
“That sounds good, Jay…that sounds real good. I’ll text you the address shortly. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you then.” I said softly as I disconnected the call and with a final glance at the now empty playground I started the Tahoe up with a deep grumble and shifted the large truck into gear as I slowly rolled from my parking spot and rolled on to my hotel downtown.
Tomorrow was going to be one of hardest days in my entire life.
[www.THEBIGBADBROOKS.com/promos]
[The War Isn’t Over Yet]
[All About Pride]
[International Championship Match]
[V1 Defense]
[Justin Brooks © v. Savannah Taylor]
[Hype Video ii]
Sitting back in the leather chair, he leans back slightly to bring his brown leather winged tipped shoes up on the table top. Still holding the EXODUS Pro International Championship title over his right shoulder. He doesn’t acknowledge the camera as he pulls the Championship title off of his shoulder placing it flat on the table. Sliding his feet off of the table and he sits up in the leather chair as it levels back, reaching up and slowly loosening the black silk tie from around his neck. With his large hands, he begins to undo the several top buttons of his white oxford shirt all before removing the black suit jacket from off of his broad shoulders.
“The war isn’t over…”
He stands to his feet, his impressive stature captured in the frame and neatly folds the jacket and drapes it over the back of the leather chair.
“...it’s a fitting title but Savannah, when it comes to me and you?”
Leaning over and placing his large hands flat on the table, he looks up square in the camera.
“This war is over before it even begins.”
“Last week, you wanted to make a statement and put me on my back. It took you two tries but you finally got me there.”
“I want to applaud the change in attitude, I want to applaud the minerals that you’ve suddenly grown to take the initiative to make moves that would’ve otherwise passed you by.”
Slowly Justin begins to clap his large hands as he stands tall with a smirk over his brown lips.
“But the damnedest thing happened.”
“No one gave a shit.”
Shrug.
“Being overshadowed by the likes of the Family...by the likes of the REVOLUTION literally tearing Exodus apart.”
“And poor Savannah Taylor was nothing more but a footnote in history, once again.”
“But that’s becoming more of than same, regardless of the snarl on your lips and new found angst.”
“You climb on Twitter to boast about what you’ve done as if you’ve accomplished something, having the likes of Kerry Windsor stroke that wafer thin ego of yours, when all Windsor accomplished was being the punching bag for Lexy Chapel. You want to be the baddest one in the land, but it doesn’t say much when you have to go around telling everyone.”
“I don’t have to call myself the Monster of the Bay...other do it for me.”
“I don’t have to call myself the Big Bad Brooks...others do it for me.”
“And while I hold this…”
Justin pulls the EXODUS Pro International Championship from the top of the mahogany table, placing it back on his shoulder once again.
“...they will continue to call me the International Champion.”
“You want to lay claim at my throne, well please get in line because there are a host of others who want to think that they have what it takes to become the International Champion, but honestly, Savannah when it comes between me and you...you’ll find yourself lacking in all areas.”
“You’re not willing to get your hands dirty, because if you were...you’d handle your business with Chandler Scott instead having him put you put you out on your ass and leaving your reign as San Diego Bay Champion end with a whimper.”
“You’re not willing to spill blood, because if you were you would have let Kevin Hardaway walk around EXODUS with some sort of immunity. Instead you let him kick your ass all over that ring and leave you in a broken heap of blonde hair in the corner of the ring because you felt the need to take up arms after he crushed your little boyfriend without much a second thought. ”
“You’re not willing to go the extra mile…”
“You’re not willing to pay that price because if you were, you’d already be International Champion...you’d still be the San Diego Bay Champion...you’d already be pushing the likes of Chris Strike, Fiona Collins, Christian Kane out of the door.”
"You think you've earned this?"
"You think that you've actually done something special enough to be considered a contender?"
"Newsflash, you haven't earned shit to be even placed in the conversation but because you feel as if that you've asserted yourself and made your intentions known that it's all it takes?"
"Then you must got me confused with Tiffany Stearns because this title isn't going to be given to you...you are no longer protected...you aren't as good as you think you are...and honestly you don't have what it takes to remotely come close to taking it from me."
“This isn’t going to be a war between you and me.”
“This isn’t going to be a battle.”
“Hell, this isn’t even going to a conflict or a incident…”
“This match between you and me is going to nothing but complete takeover.”
“You wanted to make a statement...I hope it was worth it.”
“Because soon enough, I’m going to do more than just make a statement, I’m going to make a Declaration...and I’m going to make sure that I use your blood in my inkwell when I sign it.”
Fade.
