Post by HALE BLACK SATIN on Sept 25, 2015 19:49:48 GMT -6
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[Exodus Pro Wrestling presents Welcome Oblivion]
[International Championship: Last Man Standing]
[Justin Brooks v. Savannah Taylor ©]
[Prologue]
Standing in front of an Exodus Pro presents WELCOME TO OBLIVION vinyl backdrop, showcasing the Main Event of Chris Strike versus Beowulf for the Exodus Pro World Championship, Justin Brooks stands with his hands on his broad 42" waist with a large smile on his face. It seems a bit off putting, after the several weeks of radio silence from the Monster of the Bay, a different view of the man who has done nothing but leave a trail of destruction since the early part of 2015, finally coming into his own in San Diego. A black cotton shirt covers his massive frame with "MONSTERS INC." written in bold lime green letters across the chest. He takes in a deep breath before slowly exhaling through his nostrils as they flare out slightly before opening his mouth for what seems the first time in ages.
“You know I really want to say that this is just business.”
“I want to be able to say that this match is just a means to an end.”
“I can easily say that this is –just- about the EXODUS PRO International Championship.”
“And I could go out of my way to say that I’m just over-the-moon about stepping into the ring with Savannah Taylor again...for a third and a final time.
“But I’d be lying."
"And in this business, I'm a lot of things...but a liar isn't among them.”, he says bluntly.
“But I wouldn't be lying just to myself…but to everyone else.”
“Because the fact of the matter is that, this isn’t just business. This is fucking personal when it comes to Savannah Taylor and that International Title, a title that she keeps warm for me as a placeholder and it goes much farther than the fact that the little untalented brat got the pinfall over me back in July. It goes farther than that false-sense of accomplishment that she wants to parade around when she held the San Diego Bay Championship for seven months. It goes farther than the fact that she goes around like her shit doesn’t stink after getting her ass kicked for by Chris Strike only weeks ago and Aries Reed months prior.
“When it comes to her...when it comes to Savannah Taylor, I just don’t want to beat her.”
“That’s too easy.”, Justin slowly shakes his head as a soft chuckle crosses his lips. Yet it’s short lived as the smile fades along with it.
“No, no, no…I want to destroy her. I –just- don’t want to win…I want her career...her livelihood...her credibility. I want people to already know what she’s is all about before she even opens her mouth. I want to take everything she’s ever worked for and I want to hold it in the palm of my hand...”
Pulling a large hand from his waist, he holds it out in front of him.
“...and watch with pleasure, at the look on her face when I destroy it all.”
Quickly he creates a large tight fist before lowering his hand slowly.
“Yeah, that’s right, you heard me correctly…I want her livelihood. I want to her to come the conclusion that you may win the battle, but Justin Brooks will always come back badder...harder...faster and stronger than ever to win the war.
“That’s what tacticians call a crushing and decisive victory.”
“To leave no doubt...to leave no seed of hope.”
“And even STILL…it won’t be enough.”
“Why because this match just isn’t a revenge or a rivalry thing. This is SO much more than that…”
“…this is about showcasing what it means to be the International Champion, to be the baddest man in the land. This isn’t about setting records and making sure that everyone remembers who I am, at the end of the day...I want to prove that at any given day...I’m the best that Exodus has ever seen. And for now, Savannah wants to think that she holds that banner better and while she still holds the International Title on her shoulder there is a bull’s-eye is on her head and I plan on getting the killshot in more ways than one. “
“Should I just bury her in the middle of the canvas or should I make her tap out and make all her nightmares come true when she’s laid up in the middle of the ring...bloodied, broken, bruised...and beaten?”
Reaching up slowly, Justin rubs his chin as he ponders the question of the day.
“When I think about it, hell, it doesn’t even matter? At the end of the day, it’s just all the same outcome…Justin Brooks dismantles Savannah Taylor in the middle of the ring in front of thousands and reclaims his place as a two-time International Champion as the Last Man Standing.
Justin reaches out and taps the camera lens repeatedly.
“So, are we paying attention yet, Savannah?”
“You don’t have to worry about Chris Strike, you don’t have to worry about anything else but the task at hand. So do I have your undivided attention now?”
“I mean, I know I’m not Chris Strike, I know I don’t have the World Title around my shoulder or anything like that…yet, so I can understand if you’re off in your own little world still bitter about how feel as if the world owes you something. But I’m going to need you to focus for a minute, Savannah because you and I got some shit that needs to get settled.”
“I’ll applaud your gallant effort when you took the International Title from me, you did something that up until that point no one else could do and actually put my shoulders to the mat. But before you run off in celebration and pop your shoulder out of place by patting yourself on the bed…let’s get it straight, kiddo…you haven’t finished the job yet. Just because you win the right to be called a champion, let’s see if Savannah Taylor has what it takes and let she’s what’s left in that tank of hers to continue to earn it.”
“Just like the first time we met in the ring...I’m gonna beat you.”
“Just like Aries Reed...I’m gonna beat you.”
“Just like Chris Strike…I’m gonna beat you.”
“But unlike the first time we met…I’m going to make sure that you don’t get up.”
“So hey…Savannah, I’m going to ask the question again because it begs to be asked…”
“…do I have your attention now?”
[July, 2015]
[Miami, Florida]
For the moment Exodus Pro Wrestling...Savannah Taylor...the International Title...and anything that didn’t involve being on vacation in Miami was the last thing on my mind.
But like most good things, they never last as my phone vibrate loudly against the glass bedside table.
I just turn over in the large king sized bed as Kyra stirred slightly in front of me. She was hugging the large full body pillow as she pressed her naked round ass against my crotch as she slept peacefully. The Tiffany and Co. 2kt solitaire engagement ring sat perfectly on her left ring finger as she gives the large pillow a soft squeeze I silently prayed hoping that phone would just stop and whoever is calling me will just leave me alone.
But my luck isn’t that good.
It continues to vibrate.
I didn’t move, silently praying the voicemail would pick it up.
It still vibrates.
"Mmmm...Bull...please just answer the damn phone already." Kyra whined softly.
I cover my face with a pillow and moan begrudgingly into the feather-filled pillow, as Kyra groans softly and turns into my chest, nuzzling my broad smooth chest as she quickly falls back to sleep once again.
The phone continues on one last time before it finally stops.
I didn’t want to wake up and talk to anyone...I had just lost the International Championship several days prior and even asked Kyra to be my wife only the night before, which she excitedly agreed to. But mainly because I didn’t want to wake up before nine in the morning.
It begins to vibrate again!
“Motherfucker…shut the hell up…what do you people want from me?"
Slowly, my hand emerges from the beneath the sheets, coming down hard on the alarm clock as I lift my head from underneath the pillow to glance at the clock reading eight-thirty in the morning. With a groan, I’m slow to get up, as I kick off the sheets on the bed, before Kyra quickly grabs the white silk sheets to cover up her naked pregnant body. I sit up stretching and yawning, wiping the sleep from out of my eyes. I reach over grabbing the phone as I look at the caller ID reading: PRIVATE NAME/PRIVATE NUMBER. I swipe the phone to the right, despite my better judgment as I place the phone to my ear slowly.
“Someone better be dead or dying, what is it?” I said as I stifled a large yawn.
“Good Morning, Mr. Brooks.” said a very strange robotic voice. “For a moment, I was afraid that you wouldn’t answer your phone.”
My brow lowered at strange voice on the other end of the phone as I suddenly become wide awake as I sat on the edge of the bed.
“Who is this?” I said into the phone with a furrowed brow.
The robotic voice just laughed as if I just told a small joke as he continued on. “Don’t worry, Mr. Brooks…that question will be answered in due time but yet right now, there are some questions that need to be answers on our end.”
I’m officially confused at this point as I pull the phone from my ear and look at the phone with a complete befuddled look.
“Questions? I got a question. What the hell is going on here?”, I said demanding to get some answers as my tone of voice grew louder. “I swear to God, I’ll hang up this phone.”
“Now, now, now, Mr. Brooks…I don’t think that would be in your best interests.”
“How do you know what’s in my best interests?”
“We know more than you think, Mr. Brooks. We know that you believe that you are viable a threat to win the Exodus Pro World Title. We know more than you want to believe, Mr. Brooks. Your best interest, Mr. Brooks, is vital to us…and if you wish to progress in the EXODUS and take down those who threaten it like you know you can, then we have the same goals in mind.”
I sat there for a moment in utter shock and slightly paranoid. Silence filled the room as I reached over and rub my large shoulder gently.
“Mr. Brooks…are you still there?” the voice asked.
I shook my head, bringing myself back into reality as I nodded my head slowly. “Yeah…yeah…I’m still here.”
“For a minute, we thought we’d had lost you again, Mr. Brooks.”
“And what’s in for you?” I said bluntly knowing that nothing in this world is for free.
“Mr. Brooks…this isn’t about money…promotion…or anything of that. In actuality…we want absolutely nothing in return.”
“Bullshit.” I said.
“No, Mr. Brooks…we aren’t kidding. We are quite serious. All we want to is to watch EXODUS thrive like we know it can and eliminate any and all threats to this company like the cancer they are."
“What if I say no?” I said as I stood from the bed and ran a hand through my short black hair.
“Well, I don’t think that you’ll say no…”
“You sure are certain of yourself.”
“Mr. Brooks…it’s simple really, you of all people know what men like Christum Furor is capable of. Men like GRENDEL...SHOZO...all of those from the former REVOLUTION. Monsters, Mr. Brooks...all Monsters. And there’s only one thing you can do to fight a monster.”
“And what’s that?”
“Bring a bigger monster into the fight. To fight a monster…you need a monster of your own. And that’s what the EXODUS needs, it's what it lacks…it needs a monster of its own. And in a place filled with heroes and baby faces…it lacks a Monster. And Mr. Brooks…we need you to be that Monster that we all have known you to be.”
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[Exodus Pro Wrestling presents Welcome Oblivion]
[International Championship: Last Man Standing]
[Justin Brooks v. Savannah Taylor ©]
[Hype Video I]
"So here we are again."
"The trilogy of what's becoming one of the biggest rivalry in Exodus history and I don't say that lightly, because in a world of Chris Strikes, Fiona Collins, and Christum Furors...well, you see where I'm going with this."
"The last time we stepped into the ring with one another, you finally got that monkey off of your back and beat The Big Bad Brooks and took the International Title for your own. You were so excited and so hyped to finally believe that you'd be recognized as an actual threat within Exodus. Hell, you even turned around and became the number one Contender for the World Championship within two weeks."
"That's an accomplishment within itself."
"But yet, I find it hard to believe that someone who's been claiming to be held down and who's been moaning and groaning that the Powers-To-Be, who you claim don't like you for months on end, would be giving you an opportunity like that in the first place. I don't see anyone getting those types of chances, I don't see anyone else who was apart of the of one of the most infamous groups in Exodus short history get that type of chance at glory. Hell, even Furor had to wrestle twice in the same night to win the Honor Cup just to get that chance. And even then...he's doesn't get that chance for weeks, if not months down the road."
"But you, it's put on a goddamn silver platter for you."
"Savannah Taylor vs Chris Strike, a definite Box Office Smash."
“Just like you always wanted, all eyes on you…”
"..but you were forgetting about something Savannah. A serious glaring detail in that magical run to become...and I'm sure that Jimmy Riley will sue me for this...The True Ace in Exodus."
"You forgot about me."
"You think just because you get the best of me at a single moment, that all of a sudden it's over...like I'm just going to go away? Like I'm just going to disappear like a fart in the wind? Sweetheart, if that's the case...you must got me confused with the little lower mid-card talent when you defending the San Diego Bay Title because sweetcheeks, it's never just one and done. And you all people should know that..."
"...but instead, you put your focus elsewhere."
"And I did what I had to do to make sure that you pay full attention to the Monster in the Room."
"So I destroyed you in the middle of that ring after your pull another victory out of your ass like a rabbit out of a hat. And with that I was hoping that maybe, JUST maybe, Savannah would get the hint and she would understand that the story that is Justin Brooks and Savannah Taylor is far from over."
[Justin slowly shakes his head head.]
“No.”
"No, instead you worry about becoming the Exodus Pro World Champion, you didn't care about being the International Champion anymore, hell you didn't care about being the best..."
"...you just wanted to get noticed and get your name in the conversation because when no one is talking about Savannah Taylor, she gets really pissy and becoming nothing more but a spoiled brat when she doesn't get her way. It was why she had to bitch and moan about getting second shot at the International Title when she did nothing to deserve one in the first place. It was way she had to take the coward's way to accomplish that because when you sit down and think about it..."
"...she heard that countdown clock of her career starting to speed up."
"And even as you stand there with the International Champion on your shoulder, realize that even on my worse day, I'm still heads above a better International Champion that you ever will be. You want to be this hard ass, you want everyone to see Savannah Taylor as this no-nonsense chick who will do whatever it takes to get ahead when all you're doing is rehashing an act that's been done over and over by much better people."
"Grab a notebook and get yourself educate because you're a day late and a dollar short, Savannah. And if you think that just because you were apart of Gods and Monsters is supposed to impress someone then you may want to talk to the former members of REVOLUTION because they took everything you're trying to do...and they did it better. I watched Vivienne in the short time in Exodus because more talked about...and she hasn’t even had a match yet. Hell, even Fiona Collins has more credibility that you in that department and she has someone else talking for her. You want to walk around with this massive chip on your shoulder as if you've accomplished something around these parts but then I realize that you have no gripe to be this goddamn pissy about anything in your stint with Exodus."
"So when given the chance to finally make a stand...when you finally get the voice to make something of this sub-par title reign as International Champion, you decide on a Last Man Standing Match as your V1 defense?"
"You know for a fact that you couldn't stand toe to toe with me...it was the reason why you had to continue to come up from behind week in and week out because despite your claims as being the better wrestler, when comes down to brass tacks...you just weren't in the game."
"And you think that a Last Man Standing match is going to make me change my plans? You think that just because you choose the battlefield that it dictates the end of the war? Sweetness, you are as dense as your as beautiful...all you've done is create a bigger stage for me to excel and bigger light to shine down on all of your shortcomings and the eventual failure that is your title reign as International Champion. But if this is what you want...then fine by me because the way I see it, keeping you down for just a three count isn't as close as good enough. Because I want to see you bleed...I want to feel you break underneath my hands...I want to taste your defeat...because when it's all said and done, you will make sure that you never cross the Big Bad Brooks again."
[August, 2015]
[Knoxville, Tennessee]
[Brooks Residence]
I love that man.
I've been in love with him for as long as I could remember and regardless of how far apart we've been in the past, that love for him has always been there. Even now as I sit alone on the brown leather sofa of our suburban Knoxville home, running my small hand over the large belly that carries his twins, that constantly reminds of the love that we both share. On nights like these, I let a bit of music play and usually pick up a book as I wait up for him to return home to me from San Diego. I didn't watch his match but from the tone of his voice, I knew the end results. And with that knowledge, I knew exactly what my man would need.
His woman.
Nights like these were quiet, one of the reasons we lived where we lived. With a life in the spotlight, we wanted a space that was just for us...away from the hustle and bustle...away from the cameras and the noise. A place where we could just be the family that we were always destined to be. The light jingle of Sadie's and Betsy's silver dog tags snapped me back into reality as I set down the James Patterson novel next to me on the sofa as I looked over at the two, now alerted, full-bred Dobermans as their point black ears stand high in the air.
"What's wrong, girls?" I ask softly as the slowly stand to their paws and make their way towards the front door. From outside of the house, I could hear the heavy slam of a car door as I looked over at the large wooden door letting a soft smile spread over my lips. Slowly, I stand to my barefeet, feeling the cool wood flooring underneath the pads of my feet as I make my way towards the door. "Easy, girls..." I cooed gently running my hand over the head of Sadie as they both sat back on their hind legs. Unlocking the door and opening it slowly, my smile grew a bit more seeing the large frame of Justin in the darkness of the Knoxville night. "...Daddy's home." I say softly to myself as I open the door fully, letting his large frame enter the house as the tails of the Dobermans wag happily at the sight of Justin returning to us once again. I couldn't help but smile at the perfect timing of the music that poured throughout the house as Justin set down his black duffel bag and stood in front of me.
Reaching up, I placed both of my hands on his cheeks, letting the pads of my thumb run over his smooth skin. In an almost instinctive manner, he placed his hands on my waist pulling me into his body, gently pressing my large belly into him. He opened his mouth to speak as I slide my hand from his cheek only to press a single finger to his lips. He didn't have to say a word, I didn't want him to say a word.
He was home.
He was with me.
Right where he belongs.
Pulling my hands from his face, I reach and take his large rough hands in mind as I lead him back towards the large open living room. Gently, I push him down upon the oversized black leather sofa as I reach down to remove his size 13 boots from his feet. He opens his mouth to protest but I look up at him with a gentle smile and shake of my head as he only nods his head and leans back onto the sofa. Slowly, I climb into his lap, my barefeet hanging over the side of the sofa as I lean back into large frame. Taking his large hand, I place it on top of my swollen belly and put my hand on top of his as I rest my head upon his chest. I can feel his lips press against the top of my head in a soft kiss as he wraps his other arm around me, almost possessively.
That feeling of security.
That feeling of belonging.
That feeling of his protection.
It was home to me.
He is mine.
And I'm his.
Welcome home, Justin, the Father of Monsters, welcome home.
As the music started to fade into something different, I truly didn’t notice. The Dobermans that we owned seemed to still be alert and uneasy as they had been most of the night. Betsy would begin to whine and I lifted my head softly from the broad chest of my monster of a fiance. I gave the dog a stern look and opened my lips to say something to cause her to settle down. Nothing came out but a gasp that was accompanied by one of the most terrible cramping pains I had ever experienced.
“Ahhh.”
I found myself pulling away from my straddled position over Justin. He immediately leaned up as I rolled to the side of him and put a hand to my lower stomach. I couldn’t speak for the pain was so strong that it nearly took my breath away. I could feel the fear in him long before his hands came to check on me by pressing his hands to my face. He kept asking me about my condition and I barely choked out.
“I think we should go to the hospital, Bull. Right away.”
I had the baby bag and the hospital bag ready to go for the last three months and so it was merely a matter of grabbing the items, waking Allie, and heading out. I felt the pain lessen but I wasn’t sure exactly how long it would take between this one and the next one if I was experiencing labor pain. I had only enough time to let Justin wake Allie and get my shoes on before another wave hit.
“Justin...”
He came to my rescue and his own instinct now was rolling hard as he picked me up into his arms and he carried me to that huge Chevy Tahoe of his. Our son Allie was right behind making sure to lock the door with a twist as he did everyday before we left for school. He was becoming so smart and such an amazing son to me. I thanked God everyday for him and Justin to be a part of my family. Allie as trying to calm me as we had taught him from the books we had read on labor and delivery.
“Mom..it’s okay. You just have to think about something nice. Think of..of..the beach!”
The beach. It was all I could think of after he said it and there I was, trying to transcendentally meditate myself away from my pain. Justin was driving quick and speeding but he was being careful especially with us in tow. I noticed his glances towards me in the haze and I could only offer a smile and a short joke.
“I will try not to mess up your truck..”
He didn’t laugh but I didn’t blame him, it really wasn’t my ‘A’ material. He was in a form of his beast mode that I wouldn’t be able to break that easily. Allie kept talking and I lost the words as pain came again every 7 to 10 minutes. We were incredibly lucky that we lived not that far away from the Knoxville Hospital and luckily, it was a fairly quiet night for the ER. Justin whipped the SUV into the ER bay and he was outside and on my side in moments. It was with urgency that he explained everything to the charge nurse of the ER as I attempted to listen through another contraction while being placed on a waiting gurney and I was parted from him and my son. It would be a short while before I saw either of them again.
I was terrified.
I was going to be...a mother of his Monsters.
Twice.
[www.THEREALBIGBADBROOKS.com/promos]
[Exodus Pro Wrestling presents Welcome Oblivion]
[International Championship: Last Man Standing]
[Justin Brooks v. Savannah Taylor ©]
[Hype Video II]
“I thought about asking Nicholas Gray or Michelle Collins for my rematch, but hell, you've already showed that it didn't take much but throw a simple temper tantrum and there you have it. But when I sat back at home thinking about it, it would've been too easy to simple just ask the rematch. There would've been no impact, no real serious threat behind it, really anticlimactic, if you will. So all I had to do is just wait my turn and you'd provide me the perfect opportunity to get it done. And there is was…”
“...Ruby Tyler, SHOZO, and Savannah Taylor.”
“All lined up in a row all perfect like. But I didn't give a shit about Ruby and sure as shit didn't give a damn about SHOZO, that boy's got enough on his plate. But watching you pick up the win and listen to the Exodus fans not give a shit about you?”
He can’t help but snicker to himself as a faint smile creeped over his lips.
"Well, it was music to my ears..."
"...and then it happened. The lights went out and while you were too busy with your head in the clouds you had no idea of what was waiting for you. Too busy screaming to anyone that would listen about how it's your time...how it's your time to shine..."
"...and you had to be reminded."
"Reminded that despite your recently little win streak, we're not done....we're not over...we have so much more to discuss and when the time comes, you will realize that this isn't just going to be a fight but this is going to be a war. A war that you're not prepared for...a war that despite what you want to think...you are pathetically outgunned and horribly outmanned."
"You lack the respect it takes to be International Champion, you left too many loose ends Savannah and that's why you're not the World Champion right now...and because of this, it’s why that you're not ready for that limelight, you're not ready to make that big impact because you're always out trying to make everyone notice you instead of putting in the work make sure that they can't miss you at all. But you can make sure of one thing though..."
"...the target is on you now."
"And I won't miss you, I'm more focused that you ever will be and I'm coming to make sure that I get back what's mine because you aren't ready to be the International Champion or able to shoulder the weight of its responsibilities. When people see Savannah Taylor that don't see this hardened soldier...they see a woman who's done nothing for her but align herself on the wrong team and get off scot free. They see a woman who held the San Diego Bay Championship against sub-par competition when everyone else was aiming for the fences and you were just satisfied with making it on base on a bunt."
"You played it safe for so long and now that you think you've accomplished something you think that those fans owe you some debt of gratitude?"
"Those people don't owe you shit."
"At Welcome Oblivion, they are going to get something that's been owed to then since July."
"A International Champion they can cheer for...a International Champion that be proud of...gone of the days of Christian Kane and Lexy Chapel in a short few days, gone will be the days of the likes of Savannah Taylor tarnishing a title that I've worked so hard to get my hands on."
"You saw the International Title like you look like a pair of shoes...you just had to have it but you failed to realize the path of what it takes to get it...let alone keep it."
"You don't see the struggle, because you know nothing of the sort."
"You don't see the journey, because you never had to walk down that path."
"You don't see the pain or understand the fight, because you never had to scrap for it."
"You're still trying to get noticed by being something you're not."
"You don't understand who the hell I am because all you got is this false pretense that you're better than me when you can't even comprehend who the fuck I am. I'm the one who is going single handedly tear down everything that you've ever build and reduce to nothing more but a smoldering pile of rubble. And I will take down anyone associated to you...everyone you've ever held dear and I will crush them because my influence runs deep like a ocean. You want to be a bad guy but you ain't got it in you to be as bad as it takes because there is no coming back from where I've been...there is no redemption when you become the Monster...they'd don't sing songs about me...they don't build statues in my honor...they don't come out wanting shake my hand..."
Justin begins to chuckle softly as he begins to chuckle softly to himself.
"...but you better goddamn believe that they know who the fuck I am."
"And soon enough, you won't be able to forget who I am when you can't get that familiar chant out of the back of your head."
"Brooks is Gonna Kill You."
"Brooks is Gonna Kill You."
"Brooks is Gonna..."
"Brooks is Gonna..."
"Brooks…”
“Brooks…”
“Brooks…”
[Fade]
[Exodus Pro Wrestling presents Welcome Oblivion]
[International Championship: Last Man Standing]
[Justin Brooks v. Savannah Taylor ©]
[Prologue]
Standing in front of an Exodus Pro presents WELCOME TO OBLIVION vinyl backdrop, showcasing the Main Event of Chris Strike versus Beowulf for the Exodus Pro World Championship, Justin Brooks stands with his hands on his broad 42" waist with a large smile on his face. It seems a bit off putting, after the several weeks of radio silence from the Monster of the Bay, a different view of the man who has done nothing but leave a trail of destruction since the early part of 2015, finally coming into his own in San Diego. A black cotton shirt covers his massive frame with "MONSTERS INC." written in bold lime green letters across the chest. He takes in a deep breath before slowly exhaling through his nostrils as they flare out slightly before opening his mouth for what seems the first time in ages.
“You know I really want to say that this is just business.”
“I want to be able to say that this match is just a means to an end.”
“I can easily say that this is –just- about the EXODUS PRO International Championship.”
“And I could go out of my way to say that I’m just over-the-moon about stepping into the ring with Savannah Taylor again...for a third and a final time.
“But I’d be lying."
"And in this business, I'm a lot of things...but a liar isn't among them.”, he says bluntly.
“But I wouldn't be lying just to myself…but to everyone else.”
“Because the fact of the matter is that, this isn’t just business. This is fucking personal when it comes to Savannah Taylor and that International Title, a title that she keeps warm for me as a placeholder and it goes much farther than the fact that the little untalented brat got the pinfall over me back in July. It goes farther than that false-sense of accomplishment that she wants to parade around when she held the San Diego Bay Championship for seven months. It goes farther than the fact that she goes around like her shit doesn’t stink after getting her ass kicked for by Chris Strike only weeks ago and Aries Reed months prior.
“When it comes to her...when it comes to Savannah Taylor, I just don’t want to beat her.”
“That’s too easy.”, Justin slowly shakes his head as a soft chuckle crosses his lips. Yet it’s short lived as the smile fades along with it.
“No, no, no…I want to destroy her. I –just- don’t want to win…I want her career...her livelihood...her credibility. I want people to already know what she’s is all about before she even opens her mouth. I want to take everything she’s ever worked for and I want to hold it in the palm of my hand...”
Pulling a large hand from his waist, he holds it out in front of him.
“...and watch with pleasure, at the look on her face when I destroy it all.”
Quickly he creates a large tight fist before lowering his hand slowly.
“Yeah, that’s right, you heard me correctly…I want her livelihood. I want to her to come the conclusion that you may win the battle, but Justin Brooks will always come back badder...harder...faster and stronger than ever to win the war.
“That’s what tacticians call a crushing and decisive victory.”
“To leave no doubt...to leave no seed of hope.”
“And even STILL…it won’t be enough.”
“Why because this match just isn’t a revenge or a rivalry thing. This is SO much more than that…”
“…this is about showcasing what it means to be the International Champion, to be the baddest man in the land. This isn’t about setting records and making sure that everyone remembers who I am, at the end of the day...I want to prove that at any given day...I’m the best that Exodus has ever seen. And for now, Savannah wants to think that she holds that banner better and while she still holds the International Title on her shoulder there is a bull’s-eye is on her head and I plan on getting the killshot in more ways than one. “
“Should I just bury her in the middle of the canvas or should I make her tap out and make all her nightmares come true when she’s laid up in the middle of the ring...bloodied, broken, bruised...and beaten?”
Reaching up slowly, Justin rubs his chin as he ponders the question of the day.
“When I think about it, hell, it doesn’t even matter? At the end of the day, it’s just all the same outcome…Justin Brooks dismantles Savannah Taylor in the middle of the ring in front of thousands and reclaims his place as a two-time International Champion as the Last Man Standing.
Justin reaches out and taps the camera lens repeatedly.
“So, are we paying attention yet, Savannah?”
“You don’t have to worry about Chris Strike, you don’t have to worry about anything else but the task at hand. So do I have your undivided attention now?”
“I mean, I know I’m not Chris Strike, I know I don’t have the World Title around my shoulder or anything like that…yet, so I can understand if you’re off in your own little world still bitter about how feel as if the world owes you something. But I’m going to need you to focus for a minute, Savannah because you and I got some shit that needs to get settled.”
“I’ll applaud your gallant effort when you took the International Title from me, you did something that up until that point no one else could do and actually put my shoulders to the mat. But before you run off in celebration and pop your shoulder out of place by patting yourself on the bed…let’s get it straight, kiddo…you haven’t finished the job yet. Just because you win the right to be called a champion, let’s see if Savannah Taylor has what it takes and let she’s what’s left in that tank of hers to continue to earn it.”
“Just like the first time we met in the ring...I’m gonna beat you.”
“Just like Aries Reed...I’m gonna beat you.”
“Just like Chris Strike…I’m gonna beat you.”
“But unlike the first time we met…I’m going to make sure that you don’t get up.”
“So hey…Savannah, I’m going to ask the question again because it begs to be asked…”
“…do I have your attention now?”
[July, 2015]
[Miami, Florida]
For the moment Exodus Pro Wrestling...Savannah Taylor...the International Title...and anything that didn’t involve being on vacation in Miami was the last thing on my mind.
But like most good things, they never last as my phone vibrate loudly against the glass bedside table.
I just turn over in the large king sized bed as Kyra stirred slightly in front of me. She was hugging the large full body pillow as she pressed her naked round ass against my crotch as she slept peacefully. The Tiffany and Co. 2kt solitaire engagement ring sat perfectly on her left ring finger as she gives the large pillow a soft squeeze I silently prayed hoping that phone would just stop and whoever is calling me will just leave me alone.
But my luck isn’t that good.
It continues to vibrate.
I didn’t move, silently praying the voicemail would pick it up.
It still vibrates.
"Mmmm...Bull...please just answer the damn phone already." Kyra whined softly.
I cover my face with a pillow and moan begrudgingly into the feather-filled pillow, as Kyra groans softly and turns into my chest, nuzzling my broad smooth chest as she quickly falls back to sleep once again.
The phone continues on one last time before it finally stops.
I didn’t want to wake up and talk to anyone...I had just lost the International Championship several days prior and even asked Kyra to be my wife only the night before, which she excitedly agreed to. But mainly because I didn’t want to wake up before nine in the morning.
It begins to vibrate again!
“Motherfucker…shut the hell up…what do you people want from me?"
Slowly, my hand emerges from the beneath the sheets, coming down hard on the alarm clock as I lift my head from underneath the pillow to glance at the clock reading eight-thirty in the morning. With a groan, I’m slow to get up, as I kick off the sheets on the bed, before Kyra quickly grabs the white silk sheets to cover up her naked pregnant body. I sit up stretching and yawning, wiping the sleep from out of my eyes. I reach over grabbing the phone as I look at the caller ID reading: PRIVATE NAME/PRIVATE NUMBER. I swipe the phone to the right, despite my better judgment as I place the phone to my ear slowly.
“Someone better be dead or dying, what is it?” I said as I stifled a large yawn.
“Good Morning, Mr. Brooks.” said a very strange robotic voice. “For a moment, I was afraid that you wouldn’t answer your phone.”
My brow lowered at strange voice on the other end of the phone as I suddenly become wide awake as I sat on the edge of the bed.
“Who is this?” I said into the phone with a furrowed brow.
The robotic voice just laughed as if I just told a small joke as he continued on. “Don’t worry, Mr. Brooks…that question will be answered in due time but yet right now, there are some questions that need to be answers on our end.”
I’m officially confused at this point as I pull the phone from my ear and look at the phone with a complete befuddled look.
“Questions? I got a question. What the hell is going on here?”, I said demanding to get some answers as my tone of voice grew louder. “I swear to God, I’ll hang up this phone.”
“Now, now, now, Mr. Brooks…I don’t think that would be in your best interests.”
“How do you know what’s in my best interests?”
“We know more than you think, Mr. Brooks. We know that you believe that you are viable a threat to win the Exodus Pro World Title. We know more than you want to believe, Mr. Brooks. Your best interest, Mr. Brooks, is vital to us…and if you wish to progress in the EXODUS and take down those who threaten it like you know you can, then we have the same goals in mind.”
I sat there for a moment in utter shock and slightly paranoid. Silence filled the room as I reached over and rub my large shoulder gently.
“Mr. Brooks…are you still there?” the voice asked.
I shook my head, bringing myself back into reality as I nodded my head slowly. “Yeah…yeah…I’m still here.”
“For a minute, we thought we’d had lost you again, Mr. Brooks.”
“And what’s in for you?” I said bluntly knowing that nothing in this world is for free.
“Mr. Brooks…this isn’t about money…promotion…or anything of that. In actuality…we want absolutely nothing in return.”
“Bullshit.” I said.
“No, Mr. Brooks…we aren’t kidding. We are quite serious. All we want to is to watch EXODUS thrive like we know it can and eliminate any and all threats to this company like the cancer they are."
“What if I say no?” I said as I stood from the bed and ran a hand through my short black hair.
“Well, I don’t think that you’ll say no…”
“You sure are certain of yourself.”
“Mr. Brooks…it’s simple really, you of all people know what men like Christum Furor is capable of. Men like GRENDEL...SHOZO...all of those from the former REVOLUTION. Monsters, Mr. Brooks...all Monsters. And there’s only one thing you can do to fight a monster.”
“And what’s that?”
“Bring a bigger monster into the fight. To fight a monster…you need a monster of your own. And that’s what the EXODUS needs, it's what it lacks…it needs a monster of its own. And in a place filled with heroes and baby faces…it lacks a Monster. And Mr. Brooks…we need you to be that Monster that we all have known you to be.”
[www.THEREALBIGBADBROOKS.com/promos]
[Exodus Pro Wrestling presents Welcome Oblivion]
[International Championship: Last Man Standing]
[Justin Brooks v. Savannah Taylor ©]
[Hype Video I]
"So here we are again."
"The trilogy of what's becoming one of the biggest rivalry in Exodus history and I don't say that lightly, because in a world of Chris Strikes, Fiona Collins, and Christum Furors...well, you see where I'm going with this."
"The last time we stepped into the ring with one another, you finally got that monkey off of your back and beat The Big Bad Brooks and took the International Title for your own. You were so excited and so hyped to finally believe that you'd be recognized as an actual threat within Exodus. Hell, you even turned around and became the number one Contender for the World Championship within two weeks."
"That's an accomplishment within itself."
"But yet, I find it hard to believe that someone who's been claiming to be held down and who's been moaning and groaning that the Powers-To-Be, who you claim don't like you for months on end, would be giving you an opportunity like that in the first place. I don't see anyone getting those types of chances, I don't see anyone else who was apart of the of one of the most infamous groups in Exodus short history get that type of chance at glory. Hell, even Furor had to wrestle twice in the same night to win the Honor Cup just to get that chance. And even then...he's doesn't get that chance for weeks, if not months down the road."
"But you, it's put on a goddamn silver platter for you."
"Savannah Taylor vs Chris Strike, a definite Box Office Smash."
“Just like you always wanted, all eyes on you…”
"..but you were forgetting about something Savannah. A serious glaring detail in that magical run to become...and I'm sure that Jimmy Riley will sue me for this...The True Ace in Exodus."
"You forgot about me."
"You think just because you get the best of me at a single moment, that all of a sudden it's over...like I'm just going to go away? Like I'm just going to disappear like a fart in the wind? Sweetheart, if that's the case...you must got me confused with the little lower mid-card talent when you defending the San Diego Bay Title because sweetcheeks, it's never just one and done. And you all people should know that..."
"...but instead, you put your focus elsewhere."
"And I did what I had to do to make sure that you pay full attention to the Monster in the Room."
"So I destroyed you in the middle of that ring after your pull another victory out of your ass like a rabbit out of a hat. And with that I was hoping that maybe, JUST maybe, Savannah would get the hint and she would understand that the story that is Justin Brooks and Savannah Taylor is far from over."
[Justin slowly shakes his head head.]
“No.”
"No, instead you worry about becoming the Exodus Pro World Champion, you didn't care about being the International Champion anymore, hell you didn't care about being the best..."
"...you just wanted to get noticed and get your name in the conversation because when no one is talking about Savannah Taylor, she gets really pissy and becoming nothing more but a spoiled brat when she doesn't get her way. It was why she had to bitch and moan about getting second shot at the International Title when she did nothing to deserve one in the first place. It was way she had to take the coward's way to accomplish that because when you sit down and think about it..."
"...she heard that countdown clock of her career starting to speed up."
"And even as you stand there with the International Champion on your shoulder, realize that even on my worse day, I'm still heads above a better International Champion that you ever will be. You want to be this hard ass, you want everyone to see Savannah Taylor as this no-nonsense chick who will do whatever it takes to get ahead when all you're doing is rehashing an act that's been done over and over by much better people."
"Grab a notebook and get yourself educate because you're a day late and a dollar short, Savannah. And if you think that just because you were apart of Gods and Monsters is supposed to impress someone then you may want to talk to the former members of REVOLUTION because they took everything you're trying to do...and they did it better. I watched Vivienne in the short time in Exodus because more talked about...and she hasn’t even had a match yet. Hell, even Fiona Collins has more credibility that you in that department and she has someone else talking for her. You want to walk around with this massive chip on your shoulder as if you've accomplished something around these parts but then I realize that you have no gripe to be this goddamn pissy about anything in your stint with Exodus."
"So when given the chance to finally make a stand...when you finally get the voice to make something of this sub-par title reign as International Champion, you decide on a Last Man Standing Match as your V1 defense?"
"You know for a fact that you couldn't stand toe to toe with me...it was the reason why you had to continue to come up from behind week in and week out because despite your claims as being the better wrestler, when comes down to brass tacks...you just weren't in the game."
"And you think that a Last Man Standing match is going to make me change my plans? You think that just because you choose the battlefield that it dictates the end of the war? Sweetness, you are as dense as your as beautiful...all you've done is create a bigger stage for me to excel and bigger light to shine down on all of your shortcomings and the eventual failure that is your title reign as International Champion. But if this is what you want...then fine by me because the way I see it, keeping you down for just a three count isn't as close as good enough. Because I want to see you bleed...I want to feel you break underneath my hands...I want to taste your defeat...because when it's all said and done, you will make sure that you never cross the Big Bad Brooks again."
[August, 2015]
[Knoxville, Tennessee]
[Brooks Residence]
I love that man.
I've been in love with him for as long as I could remember and regardless of how far apart we've been in the past, that love for him has always been there. Even now as I sit alone on the brown leather sofa of our suburban Knoxville home, running my small hand over the large belly that carries his twins, that constantly reminds of the love that we both share. On nights like these, I let a bit of music play and usually pick up a book as I wait up for him to return home to me from San Diego. I didn't watch his match but from the tone of his voice, I knew the end results. And with that knowledge, I knew exactly what my man would need.
His woman.
Nights like these were quiet, one of the reasons we lived where we lived. With a life in the spotlight, we wanted a space that was just for us...away from the hustle and bustle...away from the cameras and the noise. A place where we could just be the family that we were always destined to be. The light jingle of Sadie's and Betsy's silver dog tags snapped me back into reality as I set down the James Patterson novel next to me on the sofa as I looked over at the two, now alerted, full-bred Dobermans as their point black ears stand high in the air.
"What's wrong, girls?" I ask softly as the slowly stand to their paws and make their way towards the front door. From outside of the house, I could hear the heavy slam of a car door as I looked over at the large wooden door letting a soft smile spread over my lips. Slowly, I stand to my barefeet, feeling the cool wood flooring underneath the pads of my feet as I make my way towards the door. "Easy, girls..." I cooed gently running my hand over the head of Sadie as they both sat back on their hind legs. Unlocking the door and opening it slowly, my smile grew a bit more seeing the large frame of Justin in the darkness of the Knoxville night. "...Daddy's home." I say softly to myself as I open the door fully, letting his large frame enter the house as the tails of the Dobermans wag happily at the sight of Justin returning to us once again. I couldn't help but smile at the perfect timing of the music that poured throughout the house as Justin set down his black duffel bag and stood in front of me.
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
But it would be nothing, nothing
Without a woman or a girl
You see, man made the car
To take us over the road
Man made the train
To carry the heavy load
Man made the electrolight
To take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water
Like Noah made The Ark
He was home.
He was with me.
Right where he belongs.
This is a man's, man's, man's world
But it would be nothing, nothing
Without a woman or a girl
Man thinks about a little bit of baby girls and a baby boys
Man make them happy
'Cause man make them toys
And after man make everything
Everything he can
You know that man makes money
To buy from other man
Pulling my hands from his face, I reach and take his large rough hands in mind as I lead him back towards the large open living room. Gently, I push him down upon the oversized black leather sofa as I reach down to remove his size 13 boots from his feet. He opens his mouth to protest but I look up at him with a gentle smile and shake of my head as he only nods his head and leans back onto the sofa. Slowly, I climb into his lap, my barefeet hanging over the side of the sofa as I lean back into large frame. Taking his large hand, I place it on top of my swollen belly and put my hand on top of his as I rest my head upon his chest. I can feel his lips press against the top of my head in a soft kiss as he wraps his other arm around me, almost possessively.
That feeling of security.
That feeling of belonging.
That feeling of his protection.
It was home to me.
He is mine.
And I'm his.
Welcome home, Justin, the Father of Monsters, welcome home.
This is a man's world
But it would be nothing, nothing
Not one little thing
Without a woman or a girl
As the music started to fade into something different, I truly didn’t notice. The Dobermans that we owned seemed to still be alert and uneasy as they had been most of the night. Betsy would begin to whine and I lifted my head softly from the broad chest of my monster of a fiance. I gave the dog a stern look and opened my lips to say something to cause her to settle down. Nothing came out but a gasp that was accompanied by one of the most terrible cramping pains I had ever experienced.
“Ahhh.”
I found myself pulling away from my straddled position over Justin. He immediately leaned up as I rolled to the side of him and put a hand to my lower stomach. I couldn’t speak for the pain was so strong that it nearly took my breath away. I could feel the fear in him long before his hands came to check on me by pressing his hands to my face. He kept asking me about my condition and I barely choked out.
“I think we should go to the hospital, Bull. Right away.”
I had the baby bag and the hospital bag ready to go for the last three months and so it was merely a matter of grabbing the items, waking Allie, and heading out. I felt the pain lessen but I wasn’t sure exactly how long it would take between this one and the next one if I was experiencing labor pain. I had only enough time to let Justin wake Allie and get my shoes on before another wave hit.
“Justin...”
He came to my rescue and his own instinct now was rolling hard as he picked me up into his arms and he carried me to that huge Chevy Tahoe of his. Our son Allie was right behind making sure to lock the door with a twist as he did everyday before we left for school. He was becoming so smart and such an amazing son to me. I thanked God everyday for him and Justin to be a part of my family. Allie as trying to calm me as we had taught him from the books we had read on labor and delivery.
“Mom..it’s okay. You just have to think about something nice. Think of..of..the beach!”
The beach. It was all I could think of after he said it and there I was, trying to transcendentally meditate myself away from my pain. Justin was driving quick and speeding but he was being careful especially with us in tow. I noticed his glances towards me in the haze and I could only offer a smile and a short joke.
“I will try not to mess up your truck..”
He didn’t laugh but I didn’t blame him, it really wasn’t my ‘A’ material. He was in a form of his beast mode that I wouldn’t be able to break that easily. Allie kept talking and I lost the words as pain came again every 7 to 10 minutes. We were incredibly lucky that we lived not that far away from the Knoxville Hospital and luckily, it was a fairly quiet night for the ER. Justin whipped the SUV into the ER bay and he was outside and on my side in moments. It was with urgency that he explained everything to the charge nurse of the ER as I attempted to listen through another contraction while being placed on a waiting gurney and I was parted from him and my son. It would be a short while before I saw either of them again.
I was terrified.
I was going to be...a mother of his Monsters.
Twice.
[www.THEREALBIGBADBROOKS.com/promos]
[Exodus Pro Wrestling presents Welcome Oblivion]
[International Championship: Last Man Standing]
[Justin Brooks v. Savannah Taylor ©]
[Hype Video II]
“I thought about asking Nicholas Gray or Michelle Collins for my rematch, but hell, you've already showed that it didn't take much but throw a simple temper tantrum and there you have it. But when I sat back at home thinking about it, it would've been too easy to simple just ask the rematch. There would've been no impact, no real serious threat behind it, really anticlimactic, if you will. So all I had to do is just wait my turn and you'd provide me the perfect opportunity to get it done. And there is was…”
“...Ruby Tyler, SHOZO, and Savannah Taylor.”
“All lined up in a row all perfect like. But I didn't give a shit about Ruby and sure as shit didn't give a damn about SHOZO, that boy's got enough on his plate. But watching you pick up the win and listen to the Exodus fans not give a shit about you?”
He can’t help but snicker to himself as a faint smile creeped over his lips.
"Well, it was music to my ears..."
"...and then it happened. The lights went out and while you were too busy with your head in the clouds you had no idea of what was waiting for you. Too busy screaming to anyone that would listen about how it's your time...how it's your time to shine..."
"...and you had to be reminded."
"Reminded that despite your recently little win streak, we're not done....we're not over...we have so much more to discuss and when the time comes, you will realize that this isn't just going to be a fight but this is going to be a war. A war that you're not prepared for...a war that despite what you want to think...you are pathetically outgunned and horribly outmanned."
"You lack the respect it takes to be International Champion, you left too many loose ends Savannah and that's why you're not the World Champion right now...and because of this, it’s why that you're not ready for that limelight, you're not ready to make that big impact because you're always out trying to make everyone notice you instead of putting in the work make sure that they can't miss you at all. But you can make sure of one thing though..."
"...the target is on you now."
"And I won't miss you, I'm more focused that you ever will be and I'm coming to make sure that I get back what's mine because you aren't ready to be the International Champion or able to shoulder the weight of its responsibilities. When people see Savannah Taylor that don't see this hardened soldier...they see a woman who's done nothing for her but align herself on the wrong team and get off scot free. They see a woman who held the San Diego Bay Championship against sub-par competition when everyone else was aiming for the fences and you were just satisfied with making it on base on a bunt."
"You played it safe for so long and now that you think you've accomplished something you think that those fans owe you some debt of gratitude?"
"Those people don't owe you shit."
"At Welcome Oblivion, they are going to get something that's been owed to then since July."
"A International Champion they can cheer for...a International Champion that be proud of...gone of the days of Christian Kane and Lexy Chapel in a short few days, gone will be the days of the likes of Savannah Taylor tarnishing a title that I've worked so hard to get my hands on."
"You saw the International Title like you look like a pair of shoes...you just had to have it but you failed to realize the path of what it takes to get it...let alone keep it."
"You don't see the struggle, because you know nothing of the sort."
"You don't see the journey, because you never had to walk down that path."
"You don't see the pain or understand the fight, because you never had to scrap for it."
"You're still trying to get noticed by being something you're not."
"You don't understand who the hell I am because all you got is this false pretense that you're better than me when you can't even comprehend who the fuck I am. I'm the one who is going single handedly tear down everything that you've ever build and reduce to nothing more but a smoldering pile of rubble. And I will take down anyone associated to you...everyone you've ever held dear and I will crush them because my influence runs deep like a ocean. You want to be a bad guy but you ain't got it in you to be as bad as it takes because there is no coming back from where I've been...there is no redemption when you become the Monster...they'd don't sing songs about me...they don't build statues in my honor...they don't come out wanting shake my hand..."
Justin begins to chuckle softly as he begins to chuckle softly to himself.
"...but you better goddamn believe that they know who the fuck I am."
"And soon enough, you won't be able to forget who I am when you can't get that familiar chant out of the back of your head."
"Brooks is Gonna Kill You."
"Brooks is Gonna Kill You."
"Brooks is Gonna..."
"Brooks is Gonna..."
"Brooks…”
“Brooks…”
“Brooks…”
[Fade]
