Post by Dante Q on Jan 16, 2013 4:22:43 GMT -6
Alex Brooks was nervous. Tonight was the night that he had to debut his “heel” personality. And he really didn't know how it was going to go. Alex had because a wrestler because the fans voted for him in the now defunct Wrestling Spirit program, and now he had to turn against them He didn't really know how he was going to handle that. He had organised to have a meeting with KA-POW boss, Dougie Howard, but Dougie had just brushed him aside.
Alex Brooks was pacing, he was already in his wrestling gear. There was a knock on the locker room door.
“Come in.”
The door opens and a Korean-American woman walks in, the fans of KA-POW know her as The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa, but her real name was Nina-Rae Carter.
“You ready, Alex. We've got to get you out there under the ring before the fans start getting to the arena.”
“Not really, Nina. I'm nervous. I've never had to force the fans to hate me before. I don't want to let Mr. Howard down, but I don't know how to be the bad guy.”
“Don't worry about it, Alex. We all get through this. You'll nail it.”
“You sure?”
“Of course, I'm sure Al. What am I calling you, when I make you re-appear.”
“Mr. Howard wants me to be Mirror Universe Alex Brooks. But I think that sounds a bit silly.”
“Do you have something you like better? Dougie won't mind what we call you. He just wants you to be the bad guy.”
“I was thinking Alex from the Mirror Universe.”
Nina nods like she likes Alex' suggestion.
“I like that, Al. It's good.”
“You think so?”
“Of course I do. Now let's get you out there and under the ring. And when its time we'll shock the shit out of these fans.”
Nina places her arm around Alex' waist and leads him out of the locker room.
Exodus Pro Banner. Wooden Stool. Alex Brooks. Dark blue, light blue and silver “Little Engine” T-shirt. Jeans. Sitting on the wooden stool.
“Justin Brooks. Alex Brooks. Same last name. But I don't think we could be further apart.”
“In the way we talk.”
“In the way we move.”
“In the way we look.”
“Though outside of our common surname there is something else that we share, and that is a zero and two record in the Winter Road tournament. And no chance of progression to the big money games. So this match of ours is really only about pride. The winner of this fight, gets to say they didn't finish last and winless in the Winter Road. Not really anything to brag about, but one and two is a whole lot better for the ego than zero and three. Would you agree, Justin?”
“I know I don't want to be that guy on the bottom step of the ladder looking up at everyone above me. I don't want to be the guy that couldn't get the job done. It doesn't matter last week that I was able to put Omar Wise down. I lost. Everything leading up to that three second count after the Shock and Awe none of it matters, because Omar found that inner fire inside him to put me down, when I was unable to do the same to him. Don't expect that to have for you, Justin. Don't expect me to fail to complete the job a third time in a row. I'm coming this time, Justin. “
“And it just happens to be that I'm coming for you. Not because I dislike you, not because I think I'm better than you, simply because I don't want to be that oh and three guy. I can remember the ridicule the Detroit Lions of two thousand and eight experienced and I'm not even that big an NFL fan and still that ridicule went around Aurora for months.”
“I don't want that.”
“I know getting that one win over you will not be easy. You're a star, you're dominant, you are the Big Bad. But none of that is going to stop me stepping up to the plate and swinging for the fences. I know if I can get into position to take you down with the Starburst, or lock you in the Aurora Clutch. I know I have a chance, and a chance is all I need, despite all of your physical advantages.”
“One chance.”
“That's all it will take. Josh Eagles only needed one chance, one momentary lapse of concentration from you and you lost the UWL Heavyweight Title. And that was after you had beaten him, what three times in the recent past. That's what I'm talking about. If you look past or let your thoughts wander. I'm going to take my one chance and I am going to beat you. Sure, it's not for Heavyweight Gold or anything like that, but it will be pride and sometimes that is more valuable than any accolade or award that I can.”
“Sure I've heard every say I did well against Kliff and I rocked Omar, but I'm not content with being that Little Engine that Could. I won't rest until I am the Little Engine that Did.”
“I want to win.”
“That's why we do this, isn't Justin, to win? I can't imagine you are content with just trying. It wouldn't suit the Big Bad persona. But, while I've been spending all this time talking about that one chance being all I need to beat you. I know at the same time I need to be on point if I want to stop you from crushing me.”
“To the naked eye, to those on the outside looking in, you have all the advantages in this match. You have size. You have perceived ability, you have experience. Faster. Bigger. Stronger. All of that. Its your advantage. Me? I'm just the Baltimore Ravens just holding on, looking for you to make your mistake. But you know what? Upsets happen.”
“Just ask Peyton Manning.”
Alex Brooks stands up.
“Justin... I may never be you.”
“I may never be as good as you.”
“I may never win the Championships you have.”
“And you may be the biggest and baddest of them all.”
“But to beat you...”
“I only need one chance.”
Alex Brooks walks off.
Nina-Rae Carter, The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa is standing in the middle of the ring. She is flanked by her two bald and white bodyguards, The Wizards of Oz. The crowd is absolutely booing the hell out of here.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: You idiots. You are looking at woman that will be your ruler. And still you seek to denigrate me. The day I take my throne I will behead all of you.
This crowd hates her. Boos. Catcalls. Insults. But, Nina laps it up. Knowing that this is the reaction she is meant to illicit.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: Shut up!
That NEVER works.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: Well, if you won't shut your worthless holes. I will shut them for you. I told you I was going to search all of the universes for a worthy Soldier. A general to lead the Army of the Lovely Lady. Today, I launch the assault to reclaim my kingdom.
There is a flash of brilliant white light and then the arena is enveloped in darkness. When normal light return there is Alex Brooks standing next to The Wicked Witch.
The crowd cheers, but those cheers turn to shock and then a smattering of boos, when Alex shakes hands with the two wizards and then embraces the Wicked Witch and then silence as they wait to see what happens.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: I told you I was bringing a Soldier.
Boos.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: This is the sissy, weakling be nice to everyone and they'll be nice to you, Mommy’s boy that you all think you know. No, this is Alex from the Mirror Universe. A tough, no nonsense destroyer.
Quite comically, the only real difference between Alex Brooks and Alex from the Mirror Universe is the fake goatee. Alex surveys the crowd with a sneer. And he snatches the microphone from The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa.
Alex from the Mirror Universe: You told me you were bringing to someone worth ruling. All I see out there are slack jaws and morons. This place is pitiful. Not even worth burning to ashes.
The crowd boos.
Alex from the Mirror Universe: Oh, shut it. You're worthless scum. You lack the right to an opinion.
Alex tosses the microphone to the Wicked Witch.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: You see Captain Pan. I have the Soldier in Alex and he is going to lead me to my throne. The throne that you sit in unjustly.
The crowd boos, and Alex leans over to whisper in her ear, but deliberately into the microphone so the crowd can her.
Alex from the Mirror Universe: I need to go. I need to wash myself of this scum. I can feel their worthlessness on my skin.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: You idiots have upset my Soldier. As such you no longer deserve to be graced by our presence. Goodbye peasants.
FLASH.
BLACK.
GONE.
The crowd is left booing an empty ring.
Alex and Nina are sitting in the backstage area. Noticeably, Alex has removed his fake goatee.
“How did I go, Nina?”
“You did well, Alex. We'll see next show when the crowd comes out.”
Dougie Howard, the owner of KA-POW, walks over to the pair of them.
“Well done, Kiddo. I loved it and they hated you.”
Howard gives Alex a vigorous two handed handshake and kisses Nina on the cheek before moving on as quickly as he came.
“Told you, you did well Al.”
Alex Brooks grins covers his whole face. He had done well. He was proud of himself.
Alex Brooks was pacing, he was already in his wrestling gear. There was a knock on the locker room door.
“Come in.”
The door opens and a Korean-American woman walks in, the fans of KA-POW know her as The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa, but her real name was Nina-Rae Carter.
“You ready, Alex. We've got to get you out there under the ring before the fans start getting to the arena.”
“Not really, Nina. I'm nervous. I've never had to force the fans to hate me before. I don't want to let Mr. Howard down, but I don't know how to be the bad guy.”
“Don't worry about it, Alex. We all get through this. You'll nail it.”
“You sure?”
“Of course, I'm sure Al. What am I calling you, when I make you re-appear.”
“Mr. Howard wants me to be Mirror Universe Alex Brooks. But I think that sounds a bit silly.”
“Do you have something you like better? Dougie won't mind what we call you. He just wants you to be the bad guy.”
“I was thinking Alex from the Mirror Universe.”
Nina nods like she likes Alex' suggestion.
“I like that, Al. It's good.”
“You think so?”
“Of course I do. Now let's get you out there and under the ring. And when its time we'll shock the shit out of these fans.”
Nina places her arm around Alex' waist and leads him out of the locker room.
~~~
Exodus Pro Banner. Wooden Stool. Alex Brooks. Dark blue, light blue and silver “Little Engine” T-shirt. Jeans. Sitting on the wooden stool.
“Justin Brooks. Alex Brooks. Same last name. But I don't think we could be further apart.”
“In the way we talk.”
“In the way we move.”
“In the way we look.”
“Though outside of our common surname there is something else that we share, and that is a zero and two record in the Winter Road tournament. And no chance of progression to the big money games. So this match of ours is really only about pride. The winner of this fight, gets to say they didn't finish last and winless in the Winter Road. Not really anything to brag about, but one and two is a whole lot better for the ego than zero and three. Would you agree, Justin?”
“I know I don't want to be that guy on the bottom step of the ladder looking up at everyone above me. I don't want to be the guy that couldn't get the job done. It doesn't matter last week that I was able to put Omar Wise down. I lost. Everything leading up to that three second count after the Shock and Awe none of it matters, because Omar found that inner fire inside him to put me down, when I was unable to do the same to him. Don't expect that to have for you, Justin. Don't expect me to fail to complete the job a third time in a row. I'm coming this time, Justin. “
“And it just happens to be that I'm coming for you. Not because I dislike you, not because I think I'm better than you, simply because I don't want to be that oh and three guy. I can remember the ridicule the Detroit Lions of two thousand and eight experienced and I'm not even that big an NFL fan and still that ridicule went around Aurora for months.”
“I don't want that.”
“I know getting that one win over you will not be easy. You're a star, you're dominant, you are the Big Bad. But none of that is going to stop me stepping up to the plate and swinging for the fences. I know if I can get into position to take you down with the Starburst, or lock you in the Aurora Clutch. I know I have a chance, and a chance is all I need, despite all of your physical advantages.”
“One chance.”
“That's all it will take. Josh Eagles only needed one chance, one momentary lapse of concentration from you and you lost the UWL Heavyweight Title. And that was after you had beaten him, what three times in the recent past. That's what I'm talking about. If you look past or let your thoughts wander. I'm going to take my one chance and I am going to beat you. Sure, it's not for Heavyweight Gold or anything like that, but it will be pride and sometimes that is more valuable than any accolade or award that I can.”
“Sure I've heard every say I did well against Kliff and I rocked Omar, but I'm not content with being that Little Engine that Could. I won't rest until I am the Little Engine that Did.”
“I want to win.”
“That's why we do this, isn't Justin, to win? I can't imagine you are content with just trying. It wouldn't suit the Big Bad persona. But, while I've been spending all this time talking about that one chance being all I need to beat you. I know at the same time I need to be on point if I want to stop you from crushing me.”
“To the naked eye, to those on the outside looking in, you have all the advantages in this match. You have size. You have perceived ability, you have experience. Faster. Bigger. Stronger. All of that. Its your advantage. Me? I'm just the Baltimore Ravens just holding on, looking for you to make your mistake. But you know what? Upsets happen.”
“Just ask Peyton Manning.”
Alex Brooks stands up.
“Justin... I may never be you.”
“I may never be as good as you.”
“I may never win the Championships you have.”
“And you may be the biggest and baddest of them all.”
“But to beat you...”
“I only need one chance.”
Alex Brooks walks off.
~~~
Nina-Rae Carter, The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa is standing in the middle of the ring. She is flanked by her two bald and white bodyguards, The Wizards of Oz. The crowd is absolutely booing the hell out of here.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: You idiots. You are looking at woman that will be your ruler. And still you seek to denigrate me. The day I take my throne I will behead all of you.
This crowd hates her. Boos. Catcalls. Insults. But, Nina laps it up. Knowing that this is the reaction she is meant to illicit.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: Shut up!
That NEVER works.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: Well, if you won't shut your worthless holes. I will shut them for you. I told you I was going to search all of the universes for a worthy Soldier. A general to lead the Army of the Lovely Lady. Today, I launch the assault to reclaim my kingdom.
There is a flash of brilliant white light and then the arena is enveloped in darkness. When normal light return there is Alex Brooks standing next to The Wicked Witch.
The crowd cheers, but those cheers turn to shock and then a smattering of boos, when Alex shakes hands with the two wizards and then embraces the Wicked Witch and then silence as they wait to see what happens.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: I told you I was bringing a Soldier.
Boos.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: This is the sissy, weakling be nice to everyone and they'll be nice to you, Mommy’s boy that you all think you know. No, this is Alex from the Mirror Universe. A tough, no nonsense destroyer.
Quite comically, the only real difference between Alex Brooks and Alex from the Mirror Universe is the fake goatee. Alex surveys the crowd with a sneer. And he snatches the microphone from The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa.
Alex from the Mirror Universe: You told me you were bringing to someone worth ruling. All I see out there are slack jaws and morons. This place is pitiful. Not even worth burning to ashes.
The crowd boos.
Alex from the Mirror Universe: Oh, shut it. You're worthless scum. You lack the right to an opinion.
Alex tosses the microphone to the Wicked Witch.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: You see Captain Pan. I have the Soldier in Alex and he is going to lead me to my throne. The throne that you sit in unjustly.
The crowd boos, and Alex leans over to whisper in her ear, but deliberately into the microphone so the crowd can her.
Alex from the Mirror Universe: I need to go. I need to wash myself of this scum. I can feel their worthlessness on my skin.
The Wicked Witch of Northern Iowa: You idiots have upset my Soldier. As such you no longer deserve to be graced by our presence. Goodbye peasants.
FLASH.
BLACK.
GONE.
The crowd is left booing an empty ring.
~~~
Alex and Nina are sitting in the backstage area. Noticeably, Alex has removed his fake goatee.
“How did I go, Nina?”
“You did well, Alex. We'll see next show when the crowd comes out.”
Dougie Howard, the owner of KA-POW, walks over to the pair of them.
“Well done, Kiddo. I loved it and they hated you.”
Howard gives Alex a vigorous two handed handshake and kisses Nina on the cheek before moving on as quickly as he came.
“Told you, you did well Al.”
Alex Brooks grins covers his whole face. He had done well. He was proud of himself.