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Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 18, 2016 12:13:56 GMT
Inside of Bester’s “apartment” where he is sitting on the edge of his bed holding his cell phone to his ear while stroking Sparky his beloved kitty kat on his lap.
“Yes mister Nanook. I understand, I think. Yes. I remember the DarcPro very well. I always wanted to get in that ring and if I recall we were just about to do that when someone shut the lights off. Yes. Everyone was oh so nice to me. Do you know what I liked very much about San Francisco? I liked looking at the Golden Gate bridge. That is one huge bridge! I know! And it’s so red!”
Nanook goes over some of the details of his new deal with DARCpro as Bester pets Sparky.
“Do you know what I’m going to do when I get back to San Fran mister Nanook? I’m going to call your friend, Joe? Yes Joe Jones and I’m going to ask him where that nightclub was again. What was that? Oh! When mister Jones took me to the offices to sign my deal with mister Blake, that night Joe took me to this club to celebrate. It must have been an early Halloween party! Everyone was all dressed up as fairies and queens and Disney characters! It was fun! But I didn’t understand why Prince Charming was kissing Aladdin. That kinda confused me to be honest and Joe really like dancing with Snow White who had a beard and they were doing that grinding kind of dancing…..”
Bester cocks his head a bit.
“Oh? Okay then? I don’t fully understand that but whatever! So Mister Nanook. This time do I get to step in that ring and wrestle someone. As you know my funds for Sparky is kinda running out ever since you had me fake my shoulder injury and you and Jay had that big arguement. I hope we can still be friends, Jay and I. I really need to work….oh wait! I heard this the other day in the shower. Cortese was joking with me and he said I should tell you that…”
Clears throat.
“I need to work son!”
Laughs
“Oh? Really? Mister Billy Danielson?”
Bester glances up at the ceiling in his “apartment”
“Most interesting mister Nanook. Yes I remember him. He had that belt that I thought would look nice around my waist. Does he still have that belt? No. He lost it. Well that is a shame. I know he worked very hard for it.”
Bester stands up and Sparky steps off of his lap and onto the bed.
“Well in that case mister Nanook. It is time I go to the yard and start to prepare myself to face mister Danielson. Maybe, just maybe, we can be friends when this is all said and done and I can take him to that night club I was just telling you about. After all, that is what friends do. We go clubbing.”
Bester ends the call and glances down at Sparky, who looks up at him purring.
“Daddy is going back to work.”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 18, 2016 12:14:59 GMT
In Bester’s “gated community” there is a fenced in yard that is set aside for working out and lifting weights. It’s all free weights and allot of his “neighbors” hang out there all day long pumping iron. It’s like the water cooler where he lives, his “neighborhood”.
Once getting word that he’s going back to work it was time for Bester to get into shape in the “yard” as everyone called it. So with Cortez by his side, Bester walks out of his “apartment” into the "yard" sporting Nike windbreaker pants and his old Arizona Cardinals hoodie from when he played on the team. All eyes are on him when he enters the “yard” and that might because for 2 reasons.
He pays rent to say in his “apartment” He’s carrying his beloved kitty.
“Will you look at this cracker right here” A big bald headed neighbor says who has roots going all the way back to Africa.
“What cya thinking Essa? You can’t bring that storybook gangster here.” Bester's Mexican neighbor says who has teardrop tats on his face.
“Man! Chill.” Cortez says.
“I don’t think so. Not today, tomorrow. Not ever.” Teardrop says, thats Bester nickname for him. He doesn’t know what his actual name is.
“It’s okay everyone.” Bester declares. “I’m going back to work and in a month from now and I will in my apartment less and less.”
“Man!” Baldy says. He turns, slowly walks the 3 feet to the fence line. “What a joke yo! We in here for reals, while you just be playin’.”
“I can’t help it mister Monte.”
Monte, named after Monte Irvin as his dad was a huge Giants fan snaps around. “YO! I told your dumbass I dunno how many times to not call me that!”
“I’m sorry mister Monte but that is your name. I’m not calling you that other name. It’s not very nice.”
Monte shakes his head.
“So what is it this time Best? Huh? Who you going to be rolling around on the mat with this time boy? Huh?”
“Look man….just chill.” Cortez says stepping between Bester and Monte and Teardrop who is lurking in.
“I’m going back to San Fran Monte to work for DARCPro again and this time Mister Nanook says I’m going to have a match against….”
“Whoah! Whoah! Whoah! Did you say San Fran?” Monte asks now suddenly intrigued.
“Yes Monte. San Fran where I’ll be fighting mister Billy Danielson. He seems very determined to beat me and while I know how important it is to make a good impression in your debut, he does seem to be angry at me and I don’t know why. I can’t help it that his only claim to fame is beating a midget for a title. That’s what mister Nanook says anyways.”
“When you leaving?” Monte asks.
“I would say just after Christmas although I have been invited…”
“I’ve got a daughter in San Fran who I haven’t seen in ten years and she won’t take any of my letters and the email address I have for her doesn’t work.”
“You have a daughter? I never knew that mister Monte.”
“If I give you a letter and a address. Can you find her and give her this letter and let her know that I love her and that I’m sorry?” Monte asks.
Bester can tell he’s “being real.” As Cortez would say.
“While of course mister Monte. That is what buddies do for one another.”
Monte nods. “Clear the yard.” He demands. Everyone who have gathered around doen’t even put up a fuzz and slowly start to file out.
“Tell me more about this Billy. What’s he like. How does he fight.” Monte says.
“I have some video on him in my room Monte. I can show you. He’s a skilled grappler. He doesn’t quit and he played in the NFL just like me, but he tends to be a bit of a hot head and I think if you…”
“Slap him around?”
“Yes”
“Yeah that bitch is going to lose his cool and start makin’ mistakes right?”
“Monte, you should be a wrestler. You have a good mind for it.”
“Yeah well, ‘fraid that ain’t happening for the next 15 years. Come on. We gots work to do.”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 18, 2016 12:15:45 GMT
In the "yard" at his "apartment" is Bester working out alone. Monte had to go back to his "apartment" for whatever reason. Bester has been working out ever since he was given access to the yard. In his windbreaker pants and Cardinals hoodie Bester is sitting on the weight bench stroking Sparky who is curled up on his lap.
"Soon Sparky, soon it will be Christmas. And then New Years. And then do you know what time it will be after that?"
Sparky is a cat and does not respond, other than purring.
"It will be the birthday bash for DarcPro sports and then I will be be able to get back in that ring and do what I didn't think I wouldn't like at first and that is wrestling. I can't believe that after just five matches I would miss it that much but I do. It's like this one time when I was a kid, I don't know ten years old or something. It was Christmas time and I got for Christmas one of the few presents that I got from Santa as a kid."
Bester wipes a tear from his face as there were more Christmas's morning in which there was nothing under the tree than there was presents under it. If asked, he could name everything he got at Christmas from his childhood. All 6 gifts.
"I must have been a extra good boy that year because I got a video game system and a couple of games. I even know who made it, the elves that help Santa. His name was Tommy because he signed the top of the video game system in red marker across the top of and they must have a pawn shop in the north pole that they build stuff in or something as a East End Pawn and Loan sticker was on the bottom of it. Anyways Sparky it was a NES and one of the games I got was Tecmo Bowl. That game wanted me to play football. It looked fun. I had fun playing that game. I miss playing that game."
Bester strokes Sparky a couple of more times as he quickly remembers opening the box wrapped in newspaper to reveal the NES gaming system.
"And I miss wrestling Sparky. While Mister Danielson is going on and on about how he is a rookie, on how he feels like he was screwed over in Knoxville and how he was slighted, he is not the only guy in this match who is a rookie and is fighting for something. But to be honest Sparky, the reason why Billy is fighting for is pretty self serving. He is fighting because he feels or rather someone told him he could be a star in this sport and that he his time in the spotlight is slipping away from him while I am fighting for a nobel cause. A cause worth bodily harm and that is fight for you Sparky. Detective Adams is back at it again Sparky. He is threatening to push the case ahead in court with that evil DA Swoopes. She is a cat hater and must be related to Billy Danielson because she too can't wait to fight Bester in the courtroom. I am up against two people Sparky who are not friends or buddies of mine and just want to inflict bodily harm against me and take the one thing that is precious to me."
Bester looks up at the camera.
"I fight for the freedom of my kitty Billy. You fight for stardom. I fight for a cause and you fight to live up to the hype. I fight for a cause and you fight for empty promises. I fight with my heart and you fight in fear. Your threats don't scare me and I don't care who you have beaten in the past. There is purpose behind my fists and that will always over come anything you have packing your fists which is just hollow promises. I might not have been in the ring for a while now but that will not stop me from doing what I do best and that is Best you cuz I'm Bester and that is what I do. Especially when I'm starting to not like the tone of your voice and just like your UWL career Billy, your threats are just empty words from your mouth."
"Bester! You got a visitor!" A guard says.
TBC
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 18, 2016 12:16:33 GMT
Bester walks into his “apartment” and standing there looking at his stuff on his desk is Detective Adams, the man who is trying to put Sparky down for some murders.
“Mister Detective Adams. This is a surprise.”
Adams looks up and smirks. He detests Bester.
“Is it? I mean I am the guy who wants to put your murderous cat on trial for 3 murders and 1 attempted murder charge of a undercover police officer.”
“Shouldn’t that DA lady be here? Do I need my layer?” Bester asks as he leans up against the door of his “apartment”.
“Nah. None of that Mr. Freund will be necessary. This meeting….is off the records.”
“Oh?”
“I heard you are heading back to work.”
Bester crosses his arms. Between the DA and Detective Adams they have been bleeding Bester dry in court costs.
“And I just wanted to get the story from the horse's mouth. Your agent isn’t talking to me so....Is it true Bester? You going back to that wrestling gig of yours?”
Bester nods. He just doesn’t want talk to Adams if he doesn’t have too.
“Well...that’s good. Just remember Bester. I have friends everywhere and just like that gig you had in Knoxville, I will find someone who has dirt on your employer and they will squeeze your boss just like they did Gary and Jay. I understand your match against Drew didn’t go very well for you but then again.”
Adams walks up to Bester and looks him in the eye.
“I watched that match and I saw that you got your ass kicked. I’m sure I’ll find a new buddy who will have dirt on Miles and we’ll put the pressure on him. How do you feel about a rematch against Drew?”
Bester doesn’t say anything but he does ball up a fist.
“See I know a guy who knows a guys who knows Stevenson and those two go way back. Their real tight and one phone call and I don’t know Bester, Drew might lose it. He might break a leg….or a neck. I don’t know. Accidents happen in that ring.”
“You’re not on my visitor list Mister Adams.”
Adams laughs. “Yeah like is going to be a problem for me. I just wanted to wish you luck Bester and you know…”
Adams leans in real close to Bester.
“This could all go away if you hand over that cat of yours. Something for you….”
Adams pats Bester on the shoulder as he starts to step past him.
“To think about.”
Adams leaves and Bester starts to shake uncontrollably and gets red in the face. He kicks the desk and takes a hold of it and tosses it up against the concrete wall of his “apartment” breaking it all up. He latches on his bed which is bolted to the floor for safety reasons and starts to bend the steel bed frame and looks like he might actually be able to remove it from the floor when his phone rings. Bester picks it up and doesn’t recognize the number. He answers it anyways.
“Hello! Yeah! This is Bester! Billy Danielson! I’m in no mood to talk about him right now but know this! I’m in a foul mood and Mister Billy will be on the receiving end of my emotions and I’m sorry about that. I have had it with him running his mouth and you know something! I can be a bad guy and at the Birthday Bash, I won’t be a nice guy! How’s that for a quote!”
Bester nods.
“You’re welcome.” He calmly says and ends the call. He looks around his room, his busted up desk, bent bed frame that will cost him money and will not earn him favors whatsoever.
“Poopie”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 21, 2016 9:06:31 GMT
"So they really be kicking you out huh?”
Monte asks Bester as they have just finished a workout session in the “yard”. After Bester’s outburst the other day he is being asked to leave while they make repairs to his “apartment” and he was told that he has to find a new place to live.
“I guess so. My lawyer is fighting it but he said I should be prepared to not come back to this place.”
“So where you going then?”
“Home I guess. I still have my house I bought with my NFL money.”
“Oh! Wait! You have a damn house and you wanted to stay here? Man! That’s crazy.”
“But I love Sparky!”
“Yeah man! I get that but at the end of the day Best! It’s just a damn cat! Let him go. Let the DA win this one. It’s not worth it.”
Bester says nothing and this is starting to get awkward. Monte reaches in his pants belt and pulls out an envelope and holds it out for Bester.
“Here. Letter to my little girl. Last known address is on it. If you can find here and give it to her and let her know I love her, that…..that would mean the world to me.”
Bester takes the envelope and looks at it. He nods.
“Sure will Monte. I’ll find her.”
“Thanks Best, and….huh….kick that Billy Danielson’s ass will ya.”
Bester nods again and Monte leaves the yard. Bester keeps looking at the envelope.
“So the day has come in which I’m getting evicted from my apartment and this gated community. I’ve made lots of new friends while I’ve been here. Monte. Corteze. Harold down in the lunchroom. He always snuck me a extra cookie. Two Chains who’s always mopping the hallways. Shadow who cleans the pay phones even though he never said anything to me. I liked that he always had my back when I had to make a phone call by leaning up next to me. I never knew phone time was so serious buisness. Tiny in the rec room who guarded the TV remote so no one took the batteries. I really liked the cooking shows we watched together and of course, Nutz. He was always willing to wash my back in the shower room. He was always so nice and very happy to see me and I’m sorry that I didn’t want to play swords every day. That was weird and a bit creepy if you ask me.”
Bester pushes those memories out of his mind.
“But I have to move on now. We are just a couple of weeks away from the Birthday Bash and that means that I will face Billy Danielson and I can start making money again and maybe, just maybe I can raise the funds to get my kitty out on bond. That is what my lawyer says anyways. Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money and Nanook says if I win a couple of matches and move up the ladder?”
Bester isn’t sure where this ladder is or where on the ladder he should be but he knows he has to move up it.
“I could very easily get the money I need. Mister Nanook also said that I should move my shirts that I have on my Pro Wrestling Tees store so if any of you out there are watching this, I have a store at Pro Wrestling Tee dot com and you can get one of these!”
Bester opens his jump suit up to reveal one his smiley face tees.
“One of my Smiley Face logo Tees. All my buddies wear them and you should too except for you Billy. Every time you talk you sound less and less like someone who I would want as a friend. I know you only get one shot at a good impression and we both want to win this match, but why are you…..”
Bester leans in towards the camera and whispers.
“Such a dick about it.”
Leans back.
“I’ve been getting ready. I’ve been waiting for this match a real long time. I’m just itching to fight again and get back to what I was doing in my first 3 matches.”
Buffs chest out. Looks all proud.
“WIN BABY!”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 30, 2016 20:34:38 GMT
The gate slides open and walking out with a suitcase in tow is Bester. He stops just past the threshold of the gate and looks over his shoulder. In a window with bars over them is Sparky. He watches Bester, his loving owner leaving him behind. As much as this pains Bester he knows he must do this.
“BESTER!” A Nanook says with his arms outstretched. “It’s about time kid!”
Bester looks at Nanook and smiles.
“Hello mister Nanook.”
“Look. I know this is a difficult time right now leaving Sparky behind and all, but I have a plane waiting to take us to California.”
“Really? I didn’t get a ticket.”
Nanook laughs.
“No Bester. This is a private plane. We fly like kings today!”
Wide eyed and almost in awe. “Really? A private plane? I didn’t know you had such a thing Mister Nanook.”
“Oh no, I don’t. This is from a business backer and she wants to make sure you travel in style.”
“She?”
“Yes. She. Don’t know what they say, behind every successful man is a powerful women and in this case this lady is very powerful.”
“Do I know her?”
“No and right now that isn’t important.”
“Then why did she send me a plane?”
“Cuz she owns it….Listen. This person has taken a likening to you and wants to see you successed. She wants to give back to the sport that treated her well over the years and we’re going to be jet setting, wheel dealing son of a…..well you know, two dudes in a our own jet heading to San Fran.”
Bester lets that sink in for a moment.
“Cool.”
“Hell yeah cool! Come on Best! Our plane is waiting for us!”
Nanook turns and steps towards the uber ride that is waiting for them. Bester glances back one last time and this time Monte is holding Sparky. Monte nods and Bester nods back. He pats the pocket that has the letter to his daughter to make sure he has it.
Today, is one day closer to Bester v Billy Danielson……...
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 5, 2017 22:01:39 GMT
San Francisco. That is where we find Bester today. Inside the bowels of DARCPro headquarters is where they have set up a press conference which have come back in vogue in 2017 thanks to the fine folks at DARCPro who want to get the word out that “HEY! WE’RE BACK!”
Media has gathered, taken their seats as Nanook waddles out from the side through a door that leads somewhere. Behind him wearing one of his trademarked Smiley logo tees is Bester. Bester takes a seat behind a table up on this small stage and the table is draped in DARCpro banner. Nanook waddles up to the podium and adjusts the mic to point almost straight up so it can pick him up from his seven foot frame.
“I thought this day would never come. Finally!” Nanook boasts. “The time has come for my buddy Bester to make his long awaited DarcPro debut! Several months ago we teased and teased his arrival and just when we were set to unleash Bester onto the wrestling world….”
Nanook knocks on the top of the podium with his knuckle a couple of times.
“I thought the time was right. Other people thought the time was right but, the time was not right for DARCPro. I’m not going to stand here today and get into the whys and what happens that took place last year, all I'm going to say is that here we are, in 2017 and Bester! Will make his long awaited debut in DARCpro! This is the place I felt all along that this is where Bester belonged. The people in charge here, they get Bester! They want Bester here, in their ring in front of their fans, putting him in situations where he’ll excel and be one of the top draws in DARCPro!”
Nanook shifts his weights, scans the room.
“As you know Bester made his pro wrestling debut last year in another nation wide promotion that you can watch every Saturday night. That company I feel did not understand Bester. That company didn’t get Bester and it is in my opinion that company viewed Bester as a person to fill out the roster. They had no plans for him, no vision for him. He was just another brick in the wall and now that we have worked out a plan to free him from their no win outlook he was facing, we will finally see the Bester I know, that I have seen when there hasn’t been cameras around, no fans around.”
Nanook shifts his weight again, leaning on the podium. He’s almost like one of those people who lean on shopping carts while they shop. Cart Leaners.
“Bester's opponent, who is also from the same company where Bester made his pro debut, has been a jet setting, wheeling dealing son of a gun himself ever since freeing himself from the shackles of Knoxville. He will have you believe that my client Bester hasn’t been doing anything since he was last in the ring. He will make you believe that Bester is scared. Not serious, that he doesn’t live the life of a pro wrestler and folks, I stand here as his agent, as his manager, as his friend and I will tell you that everything that Billy says is a flat out lie! Ever since his match against Drew Stevenson in Knoxville, Bester has been training. Bester has been getting his behind kicked in by my team of personal trainers, inside and outside the confines of a ring. While Bester hasn’t been in front of cameras flying all over the place wrestling here, wrestling there, earning a paycheck along the way, Bester has been busting it to improve himself. And folks…..I promise you this.”
Nanook pauses, wags his finger.
“Billy is going to be surprised in about a weeks time when Bester not only showcases his new skills, but defeats Billy. We all know Billy. We all know his story. We know who he is, he is what he is and nothing else. Bester, is an unread book. He is a New York Times Bestseller that no one knows about and at the Birthday Bash. The world is going to see just who Bester is and as Bester told me on the plane ride here.”
Nanook looks at Bester and smiles. Bester smirks, looks down, embarrassed.
“I’m going to be as pleasant as a itchy butthole.”
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 6, 2017 13:30:55 GMT
Laughter fills the room. Bester slowly stands up. Nanook chuckles as he embraces him with a hug. A red faced Bester walks up to the podium and refuses to make eye contact with anyone.
“Sorry.”
More laughter.
“Just for the record, I do not want to itch Billy Danielson’s butthole.”
Someone in the room says something that isn’t picked up on mic. Bester laughs and wipes a tear from his cheek.
“I too….” Bester begins with as he regains his composure. “Felt that this day would never come. To sign or resign my contract with DARCpro felts like Deja Vu and everyone has assured me that I will be able to have this match and for me, it feels like that Christmas Morning when I was young and I got a SEGA Genesis and a handful of games. My heart raced, I was all excited and it just felt like the greatest day ever and in a lot of ways, At the Birthday Bash when I step in that ring and all of the hard work I have put into this moment….it will be like Christmas morning. Mister Billy Danielson has been talking a awful allot while wrestling here and there and everywhere. In middle of his name dropping and postering, Mister Billy Danielson is getting this idea out there to everyone who has been following DARCpro that I’m not a pro wrestler, that I don’t live the life of a pro wrestler and in a lot of ways he’s just…..beating around the bush in saying that I’m a poser.”
Bester pauses.
“When I was in high school the kids said I wasn’t a footballer. I was too stupid to play football. The weightlifting team told me I could lift a dumbbell. Track and field, I was too slow to run in the relay race and yet in every game, at every lifting competition and at all of the meets, do you know who stood out in the bunch? Me. When I got a full ride to play football in college, the only one on my team to get one, I was still doubted. All my teammates told me I wasn’t good enough but when I was named All American as a freshman, I suddenly have many new friends. About the only thing they got right was that I wasn’t going to get drafted and when I signed on with the Cardinals after the draft everyone said I wouldn’t make the team. It took me two season but I went from the practice squad to the starting O line. Everywhere I’ve gone, everything I’ve done. I have had many who said I couldn’t do this, that and through hard work, putting in the grunt work I proved each and every single doubter wrong.”
“Danielson is another guy in the locker room who says I can’t win, I don’t belong here and it’s based in the fact that I’m not like him. That I’m not living the wrestling life. He says I can’t win because I’m not flying to Washington, and then flying home to train nonstop and getting back on the plane and fly to LA to work matches for anyone who will have me. Until recently I was in my apartment in my gated community with guys who believed in me, with my beloved kitty Sparky doing what I have done my whole life. Putting in the hard work. Doing the grunt work. Preparing for my debut, my debut I should have made almost 5 months ago, a debut that I felt was taken away from me and I don’t own much, I’m not into material items. I live a simple life and I don’t ask for much in life, but someone took my debut away from me and I can’t help but feel like this, but I feel that it was stolen from me and there is nothing I dislike more than a thief. I’m taking back what was taken from me and proving you wrong Billy. I'm a pro wrestler. I'm pro wrestling. All you are is just another hater. I'll make you see the errors of your ways and make you eat those foul words you speak about me at the Birthday Bash. I've been waiting for this for a long time now.”
Bester smiles.
“Thank you.”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 11, 2017 22:23:01 GMT
“Mister Nanook said that the only people who get cold feet are Eskimos and Polar Bears and he should know seeing that he’s originally from Alaska but to be honest I didn’t know that there was polar bears in Alaska. I also didn’t know that penguins are soul sucking little creatures that only live to peck your eyes out at night while you sleep.”
“Club them! Club them all!” Nanook shouts in the background. The scene opens up to reveal Bester in his Smiley face tee sitting on the top turnbuckle in a practice ring somewhere in the USA.
“I’m sorry Billy. Sorry that you spent a year of your life being lied too. A year of your life proving yourself to the paying customer and to the people who watched you, us on such networks like Showtime and you know those fans wanted to watch that brand of wrestling on a weekly basis due to the fact that they had to pay for Showtime through their cable or satellite provider. Or they bought the Showtime Go App. I’m sorry that no one, the…”
Bester looks past the camera, assuming at Nanook. Nods.
“The Powers that be didn’t believe in you either. I’m sorry that they didn’t see the big time wrestling star that you envision yourself to be. But I’m not sorry that it took you a year to open your eyes and realize that you were never ever going to be anything other than fodder to the names on the marquee. You see Billy, what took you a year to see, only took me 5 matches. It started off promising, it did for both of us. I won my first 3 matches against no name guys. You defeated a midget. You then won a tournament and flirted with the main event. You pushed yourself and came up short in picking up the biggest prize in the land. There was a bunch of other stuff you did as well, you were there for a year after all, all of which had you trying to recapture that surprise rise to super stardom you reached upon your debut there.”
Deep breath.
“I on the other hand went from winning my first three matches to being feed to current DarcPro alumni Drew Stevenson and we both know his story at our former employer. I’m not taking anything away from Drew Stevenson but the phrase “In over his head” could be whispered in the back. Then I faced Drew’s buddy Scotty and that is when Mister Nanook knew what was up. As he put it, you are just a enhancement guy here and I will simply not let that happen. I agree with him. While facing Drew Stevenson was a nice honor and a good test of my skills, I had no right being in that match. As the kids on the internet say, I was buried.”
“You speak of wanting to be tested, of being pushed, of getting married and how this match against me is going to be the next step in your life. That is the difference you said.”
Bester slides off the top turnbuckle.
“In many ways this match for both of us is the next step in our lives, in our careers but the difference is, I have people who look out for me, who know when I’m being taken advantage of and being misused.”
”Or abused!” Nanook adds.
“You do not. You have no one looking out for you. No one has your back. We both envision great things for us here in DARCpro but only one us made sure to be placed in the proper match at The Bash and that person is me. You have to stop and ask yourself..”
Bester crosses his arms, places his fist under his chin and ponders…
“Why is that? Of all the people that Miles has brought in for the Bash, of all the matches I could have been booked in, Mister Nanook pushed for me to face you.”
Bester steps towards the camera.
“I wonder why?”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 17, 2017 22:14:30 GMT
Backstage at the Kezar Pavilion Tuesday night and Bester is standing in the locker room.
“Mister Billy….”
Nanook walks into the picture and holds his hand up cutting Bester off.
“I’ve got this one for a second Best.” Nanook says as he stands in front of the camera and adjusts his tie.
“Billy. I heard you the other day talking and talking and I can’t help but think that you want a pat on the back, a medal to pin on your chest and someone to shake your hand and thank you for your time spent in Knoxville. ooohhh I knock on that glass ceiling! News flash Billy, No one cares! You can sit there and come up with reasons why I yanked Bester out of the UWL after 5 matches and yes part of it was he was just viewed as enhancement talent but the real reason I got the hell out of dodge was that the UWL was a dying promotion. Did you hear the news? Saturday night was the last show for the crew in Knoxville. They shuttered the doors, called it a day and filed chapter 12 and while someone like you might check your twitter feed and be stunned to hear that the UWL is no more….I smelled the carcass rotting in the corner some 6 months ago.”
“While Bester wouldn’t see that and surely you didn’t with your one whole year in the business, I did. That’s something you can see a mile away when you have been in sport for 20 plus years. First saw it in Vancouver in the BCFW. Then in Calgary with the RWF, IWA in Washington, XWA in St. Louis. CWF in Chicago, BLPW in Philly, the ESW in New York and now the UWL in Knoxville. In this sport nothing lasts forever but the injuries and bruised egos. That isn’t a knock on the UWL or any other federation that went belly up, I feel for the guys who stopped getting paychecks, the guys who were blindsided and are now out of job. It sucks, from the production guys all the way to Jay himself. No one wants to see their baby die on them but that is life. The writing was on the wall but you were too stupid to see it. You were to busy fighting Drew, Scotty, Frankie and Frank, too busy trying to prove yourself to those guys, to the fans and trying really really hard to break that glass ceiling because you oh so wanted to belong in the worst way possible that you might not have noticed that the payoffs were getting smaller, that the check Jay or Gary cut you and promised you would clear bounced. Yes I know, it’s a inconvenience that whole getting paid thing, I learned early on in my career that it’s no use to yourself putting in the work and not getting paid. The only person who gets hurts in that situation is you. As Bester’s agent, if he doesn’t get paid, I don’t get paid and it’s part of my job to make sure that sort of thing never happens. Knoxville is a dead dog that everyone kept beating on and more importantly, it was a dead end street. Do you think a year from now anyone is going to remember that you almost made it through that glass ceiling there?”
Nanook tugs on his coat.
“Nope. But a year from now, the people will remember the night when Bester beats the poster child of couldn’t quite get through the glass ceiling. A year from now when Bester is the face of DARCPro and you’re still not yet there, you’ll look back on this night and say to yourself, Nanook was right. I didn’t learn anything in that year in Knoxville. I just wasted my time there. At the end of the year, I was treated just like Bester, enhancement material but there was no one there to tell me otherwise.”
Nanook glances at Bester and then looks back at the camera.
“Bester will see you in a couple of days and you’ll see what Bester has been doing, how much he has improved while you were beating head against the wall. Come on Best. Let’s go.”
Fade out.
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