Post by HALE BLACK SATIN on Jul 26, 2015 9:24:35 GMT -6
[www.THEBIGBADBROOKS.com/promos]
[Battle Without Honor or Humanity II: The Sound of Violence]
[INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH: MONSTER MEETS MONSTER!]
[International Championship Match]
[V2 Defense]
[Justin Brooks © v. Savannah Taylor]
[Hype Video i]
“Oh, why hello there, I didn’t kno2 you were coming or I would’ve worn something…”
[Looking down at the at the sleeveless grey hooded sweatshirt, he only chuckle to himself and shakes his hooded head slowly before turning his gaze level once again.]
“...a bit more fitting the situation.”
“Oh, I’m being rude you think you might know who I am but alas, I think you’re farthest from it.”
“I’m not Justin Brooks, well, I know I look like Justin Brooks...and I sound like Justin Brooks. But, truth be told, I’m not the Justin Brooks you’ve come all to know and love the past few weeks.”
“Actually, the Justin Brooks that you’ve all come to know since he’s won that International Championship has decided to sit this one out because honestly, the goodie-two-shoes schtick was starting to get a bit stale for my tastes.”
“He’s tried that game before when he first arrival to Exodus only to get passed over by some larger-than-life halfwit named Omar Wise.”
“You see, I’m the sonuvabitch that you all love to hate, the bastard that you all can’t wait to boo who’s name isn’t Aries Reed.”
“The bastard who punched undeserving assholes out of the ring during the Crucible.”
“The asshole who slammed Fiona Collins outside of the ring before she could even compete.”
“The son of a bitch who put Zack Lifer on the shelf...all because I could.”
“The same man who beat Christian Kane and removed all the excuses and wiped away all of the doubt that the rest of you little beady eyed little bastards could throw.”
[With a slick grin thhat spreads over his lips, he reaches up and pulls back the sweat soaked hood to reveal the trademark mohawk of the International Champion as he raises his gaze to the camera]
“I’m the Monster that you all whisper about.”
“I’m the Monster that you’re all afraid of.”
“I’m the Monster that crushed names like Angela Jameson, Chuck Matthews, Christian Kane, Abby Park, Adrien Cochrane…”
[He lifts his head for a few fleeting seconds, letting the moment of pure silence sit in the air as his grin only seems to get wider.”
“...and we can’t forget, Savannah Taylor.”
“Hey, sweetness, didn’t think I forgot about you did I?”
“How could we?”
“How could we forget about Savannah Taylor?”
“The Las Vegas Snake in the Grass, who of the past few months can’t possibly comprehend her place in the world because she wants to think that she’s got this God-forbidden chip on her shoulder because of the undeniable fact that she can’t compete on the level that she -THINKS- she can.”
“It was only a few weeks ago where we watch Savannah, oh sweet Savannah, try her best at becoming the International Champion. “
“She had the drive...she had the talent...she had the ability...but what she failed to realize is that when you underestimate a Monster, when you short change a man of the likes of Justin Brooks?”
[He can’t help but chuckle once again.]
“Well, what did you think was going to happen? Who the fuck did you think you were going to step into the ring with?”
“Tiffany Stearns?”
“Samantha Raine?”
You didn’t step into the ring with Chandler Scott, you didn’t step into the ring with Kevin Hardaway. You stepped into the ring with Justin Brooks and despite everything that you are, it wasn’t good enough. And out of pure spite, I pinned you in the middle of the ring…”
“...with a goddamn bad arm for good measure.”
“But like the fucking lemming you are, did you learn anything for your troubles?”
“I’ll answer that question for you...that’s a big ol’ NOPE!”
“Did you at least come through with some sort of semblance of actual original thought and go..’Hmmm, maybe this isn’t the best course of action?’”
“Fuck no, you didn’t. I would hoped the Gunner would’ve taught you better than that.”
“But that again, that’s what I should’ve expected from the female version of Wily E. Coyote.”
“The same goddamn gag which only gets the same goddamn result.”
[The chuckles are no more, the smile is gone. His brown eyes stare deep into the frame, his lip curling upward slightly to form a small scowl.]
“But the problem is, is that you little gag, isn’t funny.”
“It never was.”
“For the second time, you’ve decided to come into my yard and think you dictate the terms and the rules of engagement, as if you fucking matter around here.”
“The only reason why you’re even standing in the ring with me is because I allow it, not because of some superior skill or some adept ability that you think you possess in between those ropes because the fact of the matter is simple…”
“...you ain’t as good as you think you are.”
“I proved it to the world the first time, but I’ll gladly dumb it down for you, just so that I can hammer that point home.”
“You want the International title, Savannah? Hell, turn around look behind you...unless your last name is Strike, Kane, Collins, or Furor, then about ninety percent of that EXODUS Locker room wants the exact same thing. And in the that mash-bag of talent, there’s going to be one who will finally do what has to be done to be the new International Champion…”
“...but it ain’t you.”
“It never will be you because as long as there is a breath in my lungs, it’s going to be my sole pleasure and purpose in life you remind you of how far you’ve fallen and why when it comes to me and you, there are no odds being played. In this business you do what’s needed to make sure that person across from you doesn’t get up.”
“But I hope you believe me when I say that when it’s all said and done, it’s going to be all okay…”
“...because when I leave you in the middle of the ring…”
“...broken…”
“...bleeding…”
“...and defeated.”
“Maybe they’ll get Maya Angelou to write a poem about you.”
“...oh wait.”
[July, 2015]
[Lion’s Den F.C. - East]
[Knoxville, Tennessee]
With another grueling workout and conditioning done and in the books as I sit on the edge of the wrestling ring, unwrapping the dingy and sweat soaked tape from around my wrists and my hands after pulling the lightweight punching gloves from my hands, letting them gather into a small pile in between my feet. Everyone else had already left for the evening, giving the space and time I needed to prepare for my second title defence as I glanced up at the digital clock above the door which read 9:37 in bright red numbers. The sweat from the evenings activities had already started to dry on my brow at the compression t-shirt was sticking to my body as I could hear a freight train rolling by in the distance through the Knoxville mountains.
I like moments like these where I could be alone and finish up the training for the week.
A place like this was my sanctuary…a place where the nonsense of the outside world and the bullshit that EXODUS tended to bring could be left outside until I was done in here. This place was like the Ritz-Carlton by any stretch of the imagination. There was a faint smell of stale musk that seemed to just hang in the air and combined with the humid air and the metal of the weights and the copious amounts of sweat that gets spilled in the room didn’t help either. The wrestling ring was obvious used but I had made the neccesary arrangements to make sure that it was well-maintained even though it could use a bit of patching up.
But it was this grass-roots type deal that I enjoyed…it was raw, it was minimal…it was it was exactly what I needed when I was surround by the glitz and glamour of EXODUS.
“Justin…” a voice called out snapping me from my train of thought. Slowly I lifted my head up to see Kyra Kopus making her way across the gym in a yellow and white floral sun dress that complimented her 7-month pregnant stomach quite nicely.
“Kyra...my favorite lady in the world.” I said with a soft smile on my face as I glance down at the bag she carried under her arm. “A gift for me? You shouldn’t have…”
Kyra slowly makes her way around the ring towards me, as a soft chuckle pours from her lips. Setting the bag down on the bench next to me, she placed a hand on my sweaty shoulder as smiled softly before placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. “You can say that…I wanted to personally bring you this.”
Reaching into the bag, she pulls out a 11x17 framed picture of the Brooks Family, taken professionally only when she several months in term . My smile grew larger as she handed the picture towards me, running her small hand over the smooth glass of the picture. “You know we’re going to have to get these done again, right?” she said with a soft chuckle on her lips.
I took possession of the picture in my hands, looking down at the black and white photograph as I ran my calloused fingers over the face of the the mother of my children and my eldest son.
“But of course, that goes without saying.” I glanced back over my shoulder at her as we met eyes for only a few fleeting seconds as she turned her head away slightly to hide her blushing red cheeks that were slowly forming.
Kyra takes the framed photograph from me setting next to her on the bench, before sliding her pregnant self in my lap as I place my large hand on her lap.
“I know time is ticking and pretty soon you’re going to have to go back out west, I’ll admit...it was fun having you all to myself. But I know what you have to do.” Her voice trails for a moment as she looks away for second. Reaching up with a single finger I cup her chin turning her gaze back towards me.
“Yeah, I have to do what I have to do but you know that as soon as it’s all over, I’m on the first flight home. Wherever you are...wherever Allie is...that’s home for me. ”
Kyra smiles as she reaches up to move a stray strand of her blonde hair from her face. “And what about these two little monsters?” She placed her small hands on the swell underneath her light summer dress.
“Especially wherever those little monsters go, you better damn believe I’m going to be there. I made a promise to you after this was all said and done and I’m a man of my word, K.”
Her smile spreads over her thin lips as she couldn’t help but chuckle gently. Placing a hand on my cheek, she lowers her head to my ear level, whispering softly. “Good, then go out West...be that Monster that everyone comes to see. Be the Devil that everyone fears and when it’s all said and done, when there is no one left to sully your name...come back home to us. Come back home and be that Father and Husband we all love very much.”
Placing my hands on her waist, I cock my head to side slightly as I just chuckle gently and nod my head slowly.
“You know Kyra…I love the way you work.”, I said slowly stand Kyra to her feet as I stand to mine to make our way out of the gym. Falling in step with her, I reached to grab my Nike duffel bag and make my way towards the exit.
“It’s not the only thing you love…” she said with a slick tone to her voice.
“Touche, Ms. Kopus…touché.”
[www.THEBIGBADBROOKS.com/promos]
[Battle Without Honor or Humanity II: The Sound of
Violence]
[INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH: MONSTER MEETS MONSTER!]
[International Championship Match]
[V2 Defense]
[Justin Brooks © v. Savannah Taylor]
[Hype Video ii]
[Sitting at the head of a green felt poker table, Justin Brooks leans back casually into black leather chair. A large pile of black, white, red, and blue chips lie in the middle of the poker table as the Dealer sits on the other end of the table and slowly begins to deal five cards, face down, towards the EXODUS Pro International Champion. Justin looks at his cards one at a time only to leave them face down on the green felt tabletop. His white double breasted suit jacket is unbuttoned with the several top buttons of his teal shirt underneath remain undone showing the glimpse of his broad chest underneath. The EXODUS Pro International Title sits on his right shoulder as he looks rather casual and relaxed as he glances up at the camera and nods his head slightly in acknowledgement all while leaning back in the large black leather chair.]
“Las Vegas, Savannah.”
“Your people.”
“Your home.”
“It would be easy to think that just hitting me from behind would grant you a easy road to success in this business but then again, if that was true the likes of Kerry Windsor would still be in EXODUS, instead he's rubbing elbows with the like of Johnny Cannon and Zero McHannon...you know guys who can't cut it here anymore."
[An arrogant and smug smile spreads over his lips as he can’t help but chuckle softly. He looks over at his cards once again, while mulling over his next move.]
“But I can go on about those type of guys all day. This is about you and me.”
“This is about this…”
[Slowly, he pulls the EXODUS Pro International Championship from his right shoulder and holds it in his hands as his smug smirk turns into a tender smile as he rubs a single hand over the gold faceplate of the title.]
“Several week ago, you stood on that grandstand with Tom speaking about doing what's needed to be done, despite the fans…speaking about becoming the International Champion, but you know, Savannah, you're not all that original, you’re like everyone else. Always playing it safe…always playing it cool but never once going all in, never once pushing all your chips on the table.”
“While you wanted the International Championship, you never understood of what it mean to leave it all on the ring floor. Because if you did, this would be a different conversation, instead you're having to defend why you lost to Justin Brooks or why you fell flat on your face to Aries Reed.
“Oh? Thought I forgot about that, huh?”
“Savannah, who I’ll admit, is one of the most prestigious San Diego Bay Champions that EXODUS has ever seen. But yet when it came down to pushing your chips in and going all in…”
“You lost.”
“And ever since then…you still have one of the loudest barks in the game but now…your bite is nothing but all gums.”
[Placing a finger on the third and the fifth card, Justin slides them over towards the dealer slowly. With a single swipe of his hand, the dealer takes the two unwanted cards before dealing out two more.]
“You have nothing on me and you never will...”
“…and after I crush those Championship hopes and dream, I will send you back to the locker rooms to pout on Twitter and maybe do Chandler Scott a favor and send you to his FGW locker room because you should be used to watching how things play out in the back on a television screen by now.”
“I didn’t fall into this position on accident…I had to work and take my fair share of lumps, bumps, and bruises to make get here. I fought and clawed my way to prominence, while you thought you were just destined to be there.”
“But that’s the old Savannah Taylor I’m talking about right?”
“The new and improved Savannah Taylor has a new outlook on life…a new attitude…a new agenda.”
“Just because you put a coat a polish on a turd at the end of the day…it’s still a turd.”
“I do more justice to this title than anyone else ever could. My character outside of the ring means nothing compared to what I do inside of it. I make no apologizes and I make no excuses for what I’ve done and what I will continue to do in this business or in that ring. I hold the International Championship still because I beat you at the top of your game on one of the biggest stages that Exodus had to offer. You don’t have to like me…you don’t have to cheer me for…hell, you don’t have to respect me, but love me or hate me…you know what I’m capable of inside of that ring and since March I’ve been putting on clinics to those who think they have what it takes to step to me.”
“And now because you’re back after several weeks off you think that you suddenly get a free ticket to the front of line again? Well come on down, because you’re next contestant on ‘Who Wants to Get Their Ass Kicked by Justin Brooks?!’ You’re playing a game that you can’t win. While you want to hold onto those small little attacks like it’s a feather in your cap, you go right on ahead and do so but remember when it needed to happen the most…when it’s all on the line…”
[Justin places the International Title back onto his right shoulder as he smirks into the camera.]
“…you’re holding nothing but a high card draw while I have the winning hand.”
[Slowly lifting up the five cards , Justin doesn’t give a tell about his cards as with a flick of his wrist he tosses a single card on top of the large pile of red, black, white, and blue chips.]
[First the Ten of Spades...]
[...followed by the Jack of Spades….]
[...then Queen of Spades....]
[...only to be follow with the King of Spades...
[...only to topped by the Ace of Spades.]
“I'm all in, Savannah...I can only wish that this time, you can say the same.”
[Fade.]
[Battle Without Honor or Humanity II: The Sound of Violence]
[INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH: MONSTER MEETS MONSTER!]
[International Championship Match]
[V2 Defense]
[Justin Brooks © v. Savannah Taylor]
[Hype Video i]
“Oh, why hello there, I didn’t kno2 you were coming or I would’ve worn something…”
[Looking down at the at the sleeveless grey hooded sweatshirt, he only chuckle to himself and shakes his hooded head slowly before turning his gaze level once again.]
“...a bit more fitting the situation.”
“Oh, I’m being rude you think you might know who I am but alas, I think you’re farthest from it.”
“I’m not Justin Brooks, well, I know I look like Justin Brooks...and I sound like Justin Brooks. But, truth be told, I’m not the Justin Brooks you’ve come all to know and love the past few weeks.”
“Actually, the Justin Brooks that you’ve all come to know since he’s won that International Championship has decided to sit this one out because honestly, the goodie-two-shoes schtick was starting to get a bit stale for my tastes.”
“He’s tried that game before when he first arrival to Exodus only to get passed over by some larger-than-life halfwit named Omar Wise.”
“You see, I’m the sonuvabitch that you all love to hate, the bastard that you all can’t wait to boo who’s name isn’t Aries Reed.”
“The bastard who punched undeserving assholes out of the ring during the Crucible.”
“The asshole who slammed Fiona Collins outside of the ring before she could even compete.”
“The son of a bitch who put Zack Lifer on the shelf...all because I could.”
“The same man who beat Christian Kane and removed all the excuses and wiped away all of the doubt that the rest of you little beady eyed little bastards could throw.”
[With a slick grin thhat spreads over his lips, he reaches up and pulls back the sweat soaked hood to reveal the trademark mohawk of the International Champion as he raises his gaze to the camera]
“I’m the Monster that you all whisper about.”
“I’m the Monster that you’re all afraid of.”
“I’m the Monster that crushed names like Angela Jameson, Chuck Matthews, Christian Kane, Abby Park, Adrien Cochrane…”
[He lifts his head for a few fleeting seconds, letting the moment of pure silence sit in the air as his grin only seems to get wider.”
“...and we can’t forget, Savannah Taylor.”
“Hey, sweetness, didn’t think I forgot about you did I?”
“How could we?”
“How could we forget about Savannah Taylor?”
“The Las Vegas Snake in the Grass, who of the past few months can’t possibly comprehend her place in the world because she wants to think that she’s got this God-forbidden chip on her shoulder because of the undeniable fact that she can’t compete on the level that she -THINKS- she can.”
“It was only a few weeks ago where we watch Savannah, oh sweet Savannah, try her best at becoming the International Champion. “
“She had the drive...she had the talent...she had the ability...but what she failed to realize is that when you underestimate a Monster, when you short change a man of the likes of Justin Brooks?”
[He can’t help but chuckle once again.]
“Well, what did you think was going to happen? Who the fuck did you think you were going to step into the ring with?”
“Tiffany Stearns?”
“Samantha Raine?”
You didn’t step into the ring with Chandler Scott, you didn’t step into the ring with Kevin Hardaway. You stepped into the ring with Justin Brooks and despite everything that you are, it wasn’t good enough. And out of pure spite, I pinned you in the middle of the ring…”
“...with a goddamn bad arm for good measure.”
“But like the fucking lemming you are, did you learn anything for your troubles?”
“I’ll answer that question for you...that’s a big ol’ NOPE!”
“Did you at least come through with some sort of semblance of actual original thought and go..’Hmmm, maybe this isn’t the best course of action?’”
“Fuck no, you didn’t. I would hoped the Gunner would’ve taught you better than that.”
“But that again, that’s what I should’ve expected from the female version of Wily E. Coyote.”
“The same goddamn gag which only gets the same goddamn result.”
[The chuckles are no more, the smile is gone. His brown eyes stare deep into the frame, his lip curling upward slightly to form a small scowl.]
“But the problem is, is that you little gag, isn’t funny.”
“It never was.”
“For the second time, you’ve decided to come into my yard and think you dictate the terms and the rules of engagement, as if you fucking matter around here.”
“The only reason why you’re even standing in the ring with me is because I allow it, not because of some superior skill or some adept ability that you think you possess in between those ropes because the fact of the matter is simple…”
“...you ain’t as good as you think you are.”
“I proved it to the world the first time, but I’ll gladly dumb it down for you, just so that I can hammer that point home.”
“You want the International title, Savannah? Hell, turn around look behind you...unless your last name is Strike, Kane, Collins, or Furor, then about ninety percent of that EXODUS Locker room wants the exact same thing. And in the that mash-bag of talent, there’s going to be one who will finally do what has to be done to be the new International Champion…”
“...but it ain’t you.”
“It never will be you because as long as there is a breath in my lungs, it’s going to be my sole pleasure and purpose in life you remind you of how far you’ve fallen and why when it comes to me and you, there are no odds being played. In this business you do what’s needed to make sure that person across from you doesn’t get up.”
“But I hope you believe me when I say that when it’s all said and done, it’s going to be all okay…”
“...because when I leave you in the middle of the ring…”
“...broken…”
“...bleeding…”
“...and defeated.”
“Maybe they’ll get Maya Angelou to write a poem about you.”
“...oh wait.”
[July, 2015]
[Lion’s Den F.C. - East]
[Knoxville, Tennessee]
With another grueling workout and conditioning done and in the books as I sit on the edge of the wrestling ring, unwrapping the dingy and sweat soaked tape from around my wrists and my hands after pulling the lightweight punching gloves from my hands, letting them gather into a small pile in between my feet. Everyone else had already left for the evening, giving the space and time I needed to prepare for my second title defence as I glanced up at the digital clock above the door which read 9:37 in bright red numbers. The sweat from the evenings activities had already started to dry on my brow at the compression t-shirt was sticking to my body as I could hear a freight train rolling by in the distance through the Knoxville mountains.
I like moments like these where I could be alone and finish up the training for the week.
A place like this was my sanctuary…a place where the nonsense of the outside world and the bullshit that EXODUS tended to bring could be left outside until I was done in here. This place was like the Ritz-Carlton by any stretch of the imagination. There was a faint smell of stale musk that seemed to just hang in the air and combined with the humid air and the metal of the weights and the copious amounts of sweat that gets spilled in the room didn’t help either. The wrestling ring was obvious used but I had made the neccesary arrangements to make sure that it was well-maintained even though it could use a bit of patching up.
But it was this grass-roots type deal that I enjoyed…it was raw, it was minimal…it was it was exactly what I needed when I was surround by the glitz and glamour of EXODUS.
“Justin…” a voice called out snapping me from my train of thought. Slowly I lifted my head up to see Kyra Kopus making her way across the gym in a yellow and white floral sun dress that complimented her 7-month pregnant stomach quite nicely.
“Kyra...my favorite lady in the world.” I said with a soft smile on my face as I glance down at the bag she carried under her arm. “A gift for me? You shouldn’t have…”
Kyra slowly makes her way around the ring towards me, as a soft chuckle pours from her lips. Setting the bag down on the bench next to me, she placed a hand on my sweaty shoulder as smiled softly before placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. “You can say that…I wanted to personally bring you this.”
Reaching into the bag, she pulls out a 11x17 framed picture of the Brooks Family, taken professionally only when she several months in term . My smile grew larger as she handed the picture towards me, running her small hand over the smooth glass of the picture. “You know we’re going to have to get these done again, right?” she said with a soft chuckle on her lips.
I took possession of the picture in my hands, looking down at the black and white photograph as I ran my calloused fingers over the face of the the mother of my children and my eldest son.
“But of course, that goes without saying.” I glanced back over my shoulder at her as we met eyes for only a few fleeting seconds as she turned her head away slightly to hide her blushing red cheeks that were slowly forming.
Kyra takes the framed photograph from me setting next to her on the bench, before sliding her pregnant self in my lap as I place my large hand on her lap.
“I know time is ticking and pretty soon you’re going to have to go back out west, I’ll admit...it was fun having you all to myself. But I know what you have to do.” Her voice trails for a moment as she looks away for second. Reaching up with a single finger I cup her chin turning her gaze back towards me.
“Yeah, I have to do what I have to do but you know that as soon as it’s all over, I’m on the first flight home. Wherever you are...wherever Allie is...that’s home for me. ”
Kyra smiles as she reaches up to move a stray strand of her blonde hair from her face. “And what about these two little monsters?” She placed her small hands on the swell underneath her light summer dress.
“Especially wherever those little monsters go, you better damn believe I’m going to be there. I made a promise to you after this was all said and done and I’m a man of my word, K.”
Her smile spreads over her thin lips as she couldn’t help but chuckle gently. Placing a hand on my cheek, she lowers her head to my ear level, whispering softly. “Good, then go out West...be that Monster that everyone comes to see. Be the Devil that everyone fears and when it’s all said and done, when there is no one left to sully your name...come back home to us. Come back home and be that Father and Husband we all love very much.”
Placing my hands on her waist, I cock my head to side slightly as I just chuckle gently and nod my head slowly.
“You know Kyra…I love the way you work.”, I said slowly stand Kyra to her feet as I stand to mine to make our way out of the gym. Falling in step with her, I reached to grab my Nike duffel bag and make my way towards the exit.
“It’s not the only thing you love…” she said with a slick tone to her voice.
“Touche, Ms. Kopus…touché.”
[www.THEBIGBADBROOKS.com/promos]
[Battle Without Honor or Humanity II: The Sound of
Violence]
[INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH: MONSTER MEETS MONSTER!]
[International Championship Match]
[V2 Defense]
[Justin Brooks © v. Savannah Taylor]
[Hype Video ii]
[Sitting at the head of a green felt poker table, Justin Brooks leans back casually into black leather chair. A large pile of black, white, red, and blue chips lie in the middle of the poker table as the Dealer sits on the other end of the table and slowly begins to deal five cards, face down, towards the EXODUS Pro International Champion. Justin looks at his cards one at a time only to leave them face down on the green felt tabletop. His white double breasted suit jacket is unbuttoned with the several top buttons of his teal shirt underneath remain undone showing the glimpse of his broad chest underneath. The EXODUS Pro International Title sits on his right shoulder as he looks rather casual and relaxed as he glances up at the camera and nods his head slightly in acknowledgement all while leaning back in the large black leather chair.]
“Las Vegas, Savannah.”
“Your people.”
“Your home.”
“It would be easy to think that just hitting me from behind would grant you a easy road to success in this business but then again, if that was true the likes of Kerry Windsor would still be in EXODUS, instead he's rubbing elbows with the like of Johnny Cannon and Zero McHannon...you know guys who can't cut it here anymore."
[An arrogant and smug smile spreads over his lips as he can’t help but chuckle softly. He looks over at his cards once again, while mulling over his next move.]
“But I can go on about those type of guys all day. This is about you and me.”
“This is about this…”
[Slowly, he pulls the EXODUS Pro International Championship from his right shoulder and holds it in his hands as his smug smirk turns into a tender smile as he rubs a single hand over the gold faceplate of the title.]
“Several week ago, you stood on that grandstand with Tom speaking about doing what's needed to be done, despite the fans…speaking about becoming the International Champion, but you know, Savannah, you're not all that original, you’re like everyone else. Always playing it safe…always playing it cool but never once going all in, never once pushing all your chips on the table.”
“While you wanted the International Championship, you never understood of what it mean to leave it all on the ring floor. Because if you did, this would be a different conversation, instead you're having to defend why you lost to Justin Brooks or why you fell flat on your face to Aries Reed.
“Oh? Thought I forgot about that, huh?”
“Savannah, who I’ll admit, is one of the most prestigious San Diego Bay Champions that EXODUS has ever seen. But yet when it came down to pushing your chips in and going all in…”
“You lost.”
“And ever since then…you still have one of the loudest barks in the game but now…your bite is nothing but all gums.”
[Placing a finger on the third and the fifth card, Justin slides them over towards the dealer slowly. With a single swipe of his hand, the dealer takes the two unwanted cards before dealing out two more.]
“You have nothing on me and you never will...”
“…and after I crush those Championship hopes and dream, I will send you back to the locker rooms to pout on Twitter and maybe do Chandler Scott a favor and send you to his FGW locker room because you should be used to watching how things play out in the back on a television screen by now.”
“I didn’t fall into this position on accident…I had to work and take my fair share of lumps, bumps, and bruises to make get here. I fought and clawed my way to prominence, while you thought you were just destined to be there.”
“But that’s the old Savannah Taylor I’m talking about right?”
“The new and improved Savannah Taylor has a new outlook on life…a new attitude…a new agenda.”
“Just because you put a coat a polish on a turd at the end of the day…it’s still a turd.”
“I do more justice to this title than anyone else ever could. My character outside of the ring means nothing compared to what I do inside of it. I make no apologizes and I make no excuses for what I’ve done and what I will continue to do in this business or in that ring. I hold the International Championship still because I beat you at the top of your game on one of the biggest stages that Exodus had to offer. You don’t have to like me…you don’t have to cheer me for…hell, you don’t have to respect me, but love me or hate me…you know what I’m capable of inside of that ring and since March I’ve been putting on clinics to those who think they have what it takes to step to me.”
“And now because you’re back after several weeks off you think that you suddenly get a free ticket to the front of line again? Well come on down, because you’re next contestant on ‘Who Wants to Get Their Ass Kicked by Justin Brooks?!’ You’re playing a game that you can’t win. While you want to hold onto those small little attacks like it’s a feather in your cap, you go right on ahead and do so but remember when it needed to happen the most…when it’s all on the line…”
[Justin places the International Title back onto his right shoulder as he smirks into the camera.]
“…you’re holding nothing but a high card draw while I have the winning hand.”
[Slowly lifting up the five cards , Justin doesn’t give a tell about his cards as with a flick of his wrist he tosses a single card on top of the large pile of red, black, white, and blue chips.]
[First the Ten of Spades...]
[...followed by the Jack of Spades….]
[...then Queen of Spades....]
[...only to be follow with the King of Spades...
[...only to topped by the Ace of Spades.]
“I'm all in, Savannah...I can only wish that this time, you can say the same.”
[Fade.]
