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Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 22, 2017 15:20:26 GMT
In the locker room is Bester sitting on a wooden bench while one of DARCPro’s medical staff holds a ice pack to the back of his neck. Nanook his agent is pacing back and forth in front of Bester’s locker.
“I could ask just what in the hell was that but I think we all know what the answer to that question is don’t we? We know, we all know that this was nothing but a set up planned a long time ago by you two to get one over on Bester….or was it?”
Nanook shakes his head.
“Sure, you two coming together here tonight and double teaming my client Bester was something that I bet you two did plan, I don’t know a week or two ago. But what wasn’t planned and this is the part that irritates me, is that you had to somehow call an audible or maybe you just left it to Blaze himself when to run out from the back and you needed your new buddy to defeat Bester.”
Nanook stops pacing.
“Clearly, you threw everything you had at Bester and you couldn’t keep him down. He kept getting back up every single time and this is after you made this match seem like it was going to a easy match for you, when in reality it was anything but easy for you. Bester took your best shot and got up. He kicked out and that is when your buddy Blaze came to your aid. Especially when it looked like Bester was kicking it into another gear and was going to do what I said he was going to do, what he said he was going to do and that was beat you in middle of the ring ruining your debut.”
Nanook slides his hands into his pockets.
“And now you have to deal with a grumpy Bester. A Bester who isn’t going to play nice in 3 weeks. A Bester who legitimately wants to hurt you. Forget about Big Bad Brooks standing in your doorway, taking his huge fist and rapping on your door with the shittiest of shit eating grins on his face because for as long as I known Brooks, He lives to inflict pain, it’s like breathing for him. He can’t go one day without dropping someone on their heads. Naw, you have Bester, a upset, foul minded Bester on your hands and you Blaze, You get to tackle this problem that you two created head on. You see Bester doesn’t want to hurt you. He doesn’t….”
Nanook motions with hand in a tumbling motion what he wants to say next.
“How do I say this, Bester doesn't need to to unzip his pants and take his member and slap it on the table and see who has the biggest dick in promotion cuz that is what you basically did here tonight, slapped it on the table for the world to see. Bester doesn’t want any of that, he’s a simple man, with simple needs like caring for his kitty, hitting the gym and win matches, put on a excellent show for the fans and work his way up the ladder and who knows, maybe claim a championship or two along the way. He doesn’t need to be the best in the world unlike you two. He is comfortable in his skin and doesn’t need the accolades that you two desire and have to have to build your self worth up, to show that you belong here. Bester knows he belongs here, just watch that match and his showing in that match already places him among the elite here in DarcPro. But now….”
Nanook turns towards Bester who slowly stands up and pushes the medical staff person away from him.
“You have a completely different monster on your hands. Have fun Blaze. You’re going to need it.”
A determined Bester glares into the camera. He clenches his teeth together and after a couple of seconds storms off. Nanook watches him storm off into another part of the locker room.
“Make no bones about it Blaze. You won’t be making any friends this week.”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 23, 2017 22:50:59 GMT
Bester is decked out in Under Armour and is pacing back and forth, still a big old grumpy bear. Nanook stands there off to the side some with his hands in his pockets jiggling the change in his pocket.
“Knoxville Tennessee!” Nanook declares. “The gift that keeps on giving. Gee, none of us used to piss and moan about that place when we were all there. Nah we were just happy to be in front of a big audience, on national TV thinking we made it! We’re in the big time! Traveling through the lower 48, Canada and even trips to Japan! Man! This place is the be all end all of professional Wrestling.” Nanook says and smirks.
“And then we all get screwed! We get bitter! We get jaded and then we really start speaking our minds. We take what is built up inside of us and has started to boil and we just unleash that hatred unto the unexpecting masses! Oh! I was held down! I was told a bunch of lies and they! They never kept their end of the bargain! I was misused! That year I spent there, worst of my career and it’s…...it’s…..”
Points at Bester.
“HIS FAULT! YEAH! YEAH BECAUSE! HE…..HE HAS A AGENT! A MANAGER! AND I DON’T! I DON’T LIKE YOU NO MORE BESTER! IN FACT!!!! THE REASON WHY I NEVER BECAME THE TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION IS BECAUSE OF YOU!!! YES YOU!” A melodramatic Nanook says.
“Blaze, I’ve heard terms like mismanaged. Phrases like my career is a waste, Nanook is only looking at your bank account and that is why I’m better than you but I really hear is, I wish I had someone on the inside fighting for me, to get me better matches, a better seat at the table, then maybe it wouldn’t have been a waste of time last year. You and your new buddy Billy can spin any story you would like, you can try to tell him what he is doing is a mistake and when that doesn’t work feel free to tell him he doesn’t have it to be in this sport, that he’s too simple minded for this sport and that he’ll get eaten alive in that ring. But the truth of the matter is, as the other night proved beyond a shadow of a doubt is that Bester, does belong here. That Bester would have beaten you boy Billy. And that in a couple of weeks, Bester, he’s going to show the world again that he is the real deal, that he is more than just a guy who loves his cat. He can get mean. He can get dirty. He can go toe to toe with the best of them and odds are he’s going to come out on top of them more times than not. So go ahead and poke him. Rib him. Talk down to him. All you are doing is fueling the fire.”
Bester stops pacing and glares at the camera. His upper lip is twitching some as he holds in that anger that is raging inside of him.
“The only stepping that is going to take place at Energy in two weeks….” Bester says. “Is when I’m kicking your behind all over that arena! The only stepping that is going to happen is when I take my foot, my foot that once was on a NFL field and place it on the side of your head and step on it driving your skull into the mat! I did not appreciate what you and Billy did….”
Bester slowly starts letting the frustration he has held inside out….
“It was a low act, a no class act! Just two bitter buttheads thinking they can get ahead by breaking the rules, thinking that the world owes them when in reality, you are owed nothing. For your whole career Blaze you have achieved nothing! Because you won’t and can’t put in the hard work, you just take the easy way out and now you have dragged Billy into that way of life. Well now there is a wall in your way and that wall is ME! We’re not buddies you and I, I don’t like people like you who look for shortcuts. Remember that when I’m beating your senseless in two weeks.”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 25, 2017 14:25:02 GMT
“How you doing today Best?”
“Better Mister Nanook. I’m doing bester.” Bester says as today he looks like he has calmed down some. It’s hard to be full of piss and vinegar for nearly 3 weeks. Bester wearing his Smiley Tee and a school boy hat starts to pop his head side to side.
“Last night was a good night yeah?”
“Sure was. IHOP and the Ting Tings. Two of my favorites. The only thing that would be better is if Sparky was with me.”
Nanook nods in agreement. “It would have. Go get changed and hit the gym okay Best? I’ve got some stuff to say.”
“To that Mister Blaze guy?”
Nanook nods.
Bester looks into the camera and with a snarl on his face, he cracks his knuckles. “Yeah, I haven’t forgotten about him either.”
Bester wanders off and Nanook straighten outs his suit and smiles.
“You stand there and say you don’t care that Bester used to play in the NFL. He spent a total of 4 years I think it was in the NFL working his way up from the practice squad after not being drafted to the starting O line. You say Blaze that none of that matters, implying that doing that is no big deal and shows nothing about who Bester is and yet you take the time to show off some knock off championship belts from other places, one of which no one has ever heard of and yet, what you accomplished matters. It is the reason why you will beat Bester and not the other way around. Do you have any idea how hard it is to go undrafted, to the practice squad to being a starter in the NFL? Do you have any unearthly idea how much hard work and dedication goes into that?”
“Of course you don’t because you’re just like your new buddy Billy in that if it didn’t happen in pro wrestling it just doesn’t matter. But I would argue that what Bester has done in his past is by far more superior than anything you have ever done. From a standout on his high school team to a All American in college and he was on his way to being a pro bowler in the NFL if it wasn’t for a untimely injury. And here we are, on the cusp of being a huge star in DARC Pro and in the wrestling world and how is he going to do that? By doing what he always done in his life, putting in the hard work and ignoring what ignorant fools such as yourself have always said about him and become the standout upstanding star that we all know he will be.”
“Blaze, this became personal when you and Billy both hoisted him up in the air and slammed him down on the mat in that power bomb. That is when this became personal and you can mock me all day, I don’t care what you think about me. At the end of the day my career is twice as long as yours and my bank account towers overs yours and I will be in this sport long after you gone from it. Go ahead and keep up the whole “I’m just a little guy and Bester is so much bigger than me, that I feel like he is picking on me” cuz the only one bring up the size difference is you and Billy and as we saw, Bester will use his size against you like he did on Billy. It’s just a shame that the real victor of that match didn’t get his hand raised in victory….But at Energy, Bester will get the win and why you ask? Simply because he doesn’t like you and is going to crush you. Why? Because he can.”
Fade out
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 13:33:30 GMT
Bester is sitting on the edge of his bed in a hotel room somewhere in and around San Fran. He hasn’t gotten an apartment yet, a real apartment. In his hand is a photo and he is looking at it intensely.
“A couple of years ago…” Bester says as he taps the upper corner of the picture with his index finger. “I heard this song on the radio, well it wasn’t the radio as it had way too many naughty words in it so maybe it was on someone’s Ipod? I can’t remember but I remember where I was when I heard it.”
Bester looks up from the picture.
“I was sitting in the training room of the Arizona Cardinals locker room during the 3rd quarter against the Niners with five minutes and thirty five seconds left on the clock. My knee was being packed in ice and mister trainer was calling ahead for a MRI on my knee. The song that was playing from the other room was this song that latter I found out to be call, If I had by some foul mouth kid from Detroit named Eminem? Or Marshall? I can’t remember which one is his name. He seems to have several names. The song, once you get past the swear words is him questioning life and what he would do if he had a million bucks.”
Bester glances at the photo again.
“Now I don’t have a million bucks. I didn’t need a million dollars until now. A million dollars would sure come in handy to put up a solid defense against Detective Adams and his pursuit to have my precious Sparky put down for allegedly killing 3 people. Can you believe that? A sweet lovable kitty kat breaking in people’s homes and ripping their throats out with his teeth. It’s so unbelievable. Ridiculous. Until now I didn’t have a need for a million bucks.”
The pic is a pic of Sparky who is still locked up on Kitty death row.
“I am a simple man Mister Blaze. With simple needs and simple wants and I want my kitty to be a free kitty. What the FBI is doing is cruelty to animals and no one at PETA will take my phone call. Sparky is my life. Sparky is my love in my life. He understands me. He gets me. He doesn’t question me, mock me, question my actions. He accepts me as I am and in return I provide Sparky a Forever home, a loving forever home.”
“That is the life I choose. Perhaps Mister Blaze I do wrestle for the money. Perhaps I did try to go back to the NFL when these trumped up charges were put on Sparky. My job at The Home Depot wasn’t going to cover the lawyer costs. So when Nanook talked to me about wrestling, I thought that this would be the next best thing. It would allow me to make the money that I need and if I apply myself, if I become a standout it would pay me almost as much as the NFL would have.”
Looks up away from the picture.
“Make no mistake about it, I have to put in more work than I would have to play football. I never wrestled, I didn’t make it my life. It is now. I’m a wrestler weather you two like it or not. I’m not pretending to be anything, this is who I am. I think what bothers you two is that I’m not obsessed with it, I don’t wear a wrestling badge like you do and if that bugs you, rubs you the wrong way. I’m sorry but you’re just going to have to deal with it. Mister Blaze, I fight with a cause, a cause near and dear to my heart, a cause that is more meaningful than anything you two fight for. It’s that cause that I fight for, will lead me to getting the win. Sparky is my life and I will die for him. He is more important that some self righteous crusade you two are on because you feel that someone did you wrong. That….”
Bester looks at the picture again.
“Is just a silly cause.”
Fade out
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 29, 2017 16:24:36 GMT
Bester sets a kitty litter pan down in the corner of his gym that with help from Nanook, Bester has set up inside of what appears to be a storage building big enough for, say band practice. A two car garage by my guess and it has everything Bester needs minus a practice ring. One just won’t fit as Bester settles down in San Fran.
“There, when Sparky is freed and able to come home he will have that ready for him. Now time for his food dish…” Bester says as he picks up a box off of the floor and sets it on the weight bench and starts to tear open the taped flaps.
“You know Mister Blaze, I wasn’t aware that I was required to speak about how...miffed I am at you and Billy at all times. Make no mistake about it Mister Blaze. I didn’t like what you and Mister Billy did to me at the Bash. I feel that was a…..”
Bester looks around his weight room to make sure the ghost is clear. There is no one else there so he’s good to go. He leans in towards his GoPro and whispers.
“Bitch move” Bester whispers. “Trust me, I’m glad this match between you and I is happening because even though I don’t put myself on repeat and remind you every other day, outside of adding another match to my career and building on putting together a championship run as that Mister Blaze, is one of my goals in this sport, I fully intend on getting some revenge on you and Mister Billy for that cowardly stunt you two pulled off.”
Bester pulls out Sparky’s food dish, a silver plated bowl with his name on it, there is two of them, one for food, one for water, both clearly marked.
“I was really mad over that for a couple of days. So mad in fact that I didn’t want to speak to you via this camera. I pride myself on setting a good example to all of my little buddies out there who will be watching me at Energy in 2 weeks. Getting in front of a camera and cussing and swearing and venting, or as Mister Nanook says, popping off at you and your buddy would not do anyone any good. But trust me Mister Blaze. You’re not getting a Christmas card from me anytime soon.”
Bester pulls out a pet bed from the box. A big fluffy number.
“I am fully aware of what Nanook has been saying. I wasn’t aware that we’re being interrogated by you and that our stories had to jive. Mister Nanook is free to say what he pleases to you, it doesn’t necessarily mean that is how I feel. He doesn’t speak for me and why are you so obsessed by what he says anyways? It’s not like you’re fighting him.”
Pulls out a scratching post from the box….
“Unless you want to fight Mister Nanook? Is that what you want? Because it was Nanook who got me into this sport. Not you or Billy? I hear what you say, why you and Billy are teaming up to formed this, Insurgence of yours but I didn’t need your help to get into this sport. No, that came from Nanook, Mad Cyril, Rayne and Raven. They have helped me more than anything you two have or will ever do. They gave me the foundation I need to build on to one day become one of the top names in this sport and despite how you feel about me, how I go about doing my thing, I do want to leave my mark in this sport. And Blaze, you can do that by being a good guy by not stabbing everyone around you in the back. I guess though, we just have different ideas on how to go about that.”
“There is your way, by being a bully and then there is my way. At Energy, we will find out who’s way is the right way, that is of course you don’t let Mister Nanook be a distraction to you. You seem to be very interested in what he has to say and I’m sure he will speak again before this is all over with. I hope that is okay with you. I wouldn’t want that to upset you.”
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 2, 2017 22:17:49 GMT
Inside Bester’s gym somewhere in San Fran…..
Bester is standing in the middle of it looking at the back wall of the 2 car garage where he had a huge picture of Sparky installed on the wall. The picture is Sparky curled up on the arm of a chair with this “Don’t F with me” look on his face.
“Best!” A voice calls out for him, that being Nanook. Bester looks in his direction.
“Mister Nanook.”
“I brought someone to interview you today. A old pro. A pro’s pro.”
“Okay…”
A balding round middle aged “middle management” type walks to Bester extending his hand. You know he has high blood pressure, hypertension no doubt. His cholesterol is through the room and he dines on only fast food.
“Hello Bester!” The interviewer says. “Nanook has told me a lot about you.”
Bester turns and faces this guy and shakes his hand.
“Really?”
“My name is Barry Burton and I have been in this sport doing this job for almost 3 decades now.”
“Wow.”
“And Nanook has brought me here to DarcPro to be the man on the streets, hitting the pavement and asking the hard hitting questions. My job to do dig deep and get to the real story. Well.” Barry shrugs. “That is my hope and I hope Mr.Blake notices and hires me on full time.”
“I see.”
“And Bester, you will be my first interview. I am going to start with what I consider the pulse of DarcPro and I want to get to the bottom of this dispute between you and Bryan Blaze.”
“Nice.”
“So….the first question is….Are you ready to do this?”
“I am.”
“Great!” Barry is all smiles. “I’ll go get set up, it’ll take me a minute or two and then we can begin.”
Bester nods and Barry wanders off to get set up. Bester looks at Nanook who was on his phone the whole time.
“Mister Nanook.”
Nanook looks up from his phone. “What’s up Best.”
“hmmm….Barry doesn’t brush his teeth. His breath smells real bad.”
Nanook nods. “I know Best. I know.”
TBC
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 2, 2017 22:18:29 GMT
Barry is slapping the side of his 90’s laptop and after a few hard slaps the screen straightens out. Barry looks at it.
“Okay then..” He goes.
“Everything okay Mister Barry?” Bester asks.
“Yeah I Guess.”
“What was that?”
“Beats me. Someone must be trying to hack my computer I guess. Hell I know.” He says as he spins on his heels and looks at Bester. “Where were we?”
“You were about to ask me about my match against Mister Blaze before your screen went all staticy and whatnot.”
“Ah yes!” Barry says and takes a couple of steps and stands next to Bester with a legal pad in hand.
“Bester. At Energy in now just a little over a week from now you will face Bryan Blaze who attacked you at the Birthday Bash and with Billy Danielson, they double powerbomb you and that ended up costing you the match.”
Barry holds his Bob Barker The Price is Right era mic towards Bester.
“Okay?”
“You’re thoughts?”
“I don’t like Billy or Bryan that much anymore. He’s very arrogant and he thinks that just because I’m not like him, I can’t win this match. He seems to forget that I’m really mad at him, so mad that I didn’t want to talk for a couple of days after that match. I have calm down just enough to get back to my training and do press. But make no mistake about it Barry, I want nothing more than to punch Blaze in the face. I want nothing more than to hurt Blaze. He’s too big for his britches. Yeah…”
Bester faces the camera.
“I like my cat. Some people like dogs and everyone seems to be okay with that. You know back in Knoxville there was even a guy who brought his dog down to the ring with him and no one picked on him about that. No one ribbed him over that. When I’m not in the ring or working out I like to spend time with my cat. A cat I have found out has a very calming effect on me. He makes me forget the hard times I had when I was kid growing up and if you don’t like that…”
Bester takes a step back and pauses for a second. He takes a deep breath and tries to relax.
“That is your problem. I have a right to be who I am and if you don’t like me which clearly you don’t, then we’re going to settle this in the ring and Mister Blaze, I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do to you in that ring.”
“Bryan Blaze has pretty much gone out of his way to point out that you and Nanook don’t seem to be on the same page. What are your thoughts on this?”
“Who’s fighting in this match Barry?”
“You are?”
“Who’s standing on the outside of the ring not fighting Bryan Blaze?”
“Nanook and to a degree Billy Danielson.”
“So if you were reading a book, a book like Where the SideWalk Ends, and Mr. Silverstein was fighting Blaze, who’s book should you read?”
“Uhhhhhh”
“Unlike Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout who would not take the garbage out, Bester is going to take out the trash that is the Resurgence and clean up DarcPro once and for all.”
“Okay….I don’t….”
“You want to know what page Nanook and I are on? It’s the we’re going to beat you Blaze. It’s in the Victory chapter, the one right after You’re nothing special chapter.”
“I might have to read that book someday.”
“I think everyone in Darc Pro should. The times are changing, changing for the better which will be brought to you by Bester, and not two guys who are jaded and sour like rancid milk, so foul that Sparky won’t even take a sip of it.”
“I see.”
“I’ve….” Bester is visually getting upset, his face turning red. “I better stop before I say something I regret, oh wait, I won’t ever say something about Billy and Bryan that I would ever regret! Out of my way!”
Bester pushes Barry out of his way and storms off to somewhere.
“Wow! There you have it folks. One upset Bester. I’m Barry Burton and I’ve just asked the hard questions!”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 4, 2017 17:39:07 GMT
Back in Bester’s workout space……
Bester is unboxing something he got in the mail today and that being a robe to wear to the ring which has, you guessed it Sparky plastered over it. He’s modeling it as Nanook waddles in the room.
“What’s that?” Nanook asks.
“Something a fan made for me. Isn’t it awesome!” Bester says as he twirls in it showing it off.
Nanook nods. “Cool. You know what else is cool?”
“What?”
“Bryan Blaze and how annoyed he has become because I have said some stuff that he didn’t agree with and now you have said some stuff that he didn’t agree with. I think with just a nudge Best, his head would explode.”
Bester smirks. “Yeah?”
“I’m pretty sure. Wanna try it?”
“Sure.”
Nanook clears his throat. “Bryan Blaze…..when you and Billy placed your hands on my client and friend Bester, you two have just signed your death warrant. Bester is the second coming of Drew Stevenson and I will not stand by and watch his reputation be tarnished by some has been who has a Napoleon disorder. Both of you need to punished for bringing that disgraceful second grade child tantrums from Knoxville here to DarcPro! But seeing that we are in San Fran, I’m sure I can find some old warehouse where a bunch of smelly hippies are living so you can go finger paint and express yourself and get the hurt feelings I just caused you out on paper.”
“I want to finger paint too. I have hurt feelings I need to express.”
“Bester…..Bester is like what 80’s metal was, the new wave of British metal that swept across the US filling the ears of innocent kids with the sounds of Scorpions and Motorhead. Bester is the new wave of superstar! Able to connect with fans on levels you didn’t know were out there. You’re an old throw back to a bygone era and thank god those days are gone because those days sucked! You’re from that selfish generation aren’t ya? Only thinking about yourself, always wanting to put yourself forward and the hell with everyone else.”
“We will both get awards after this match?”
“I can’t wait for Friday when Bester finally gets to avenge you for what you two did to him! The bringer of pain is coming! Your judgement day is just over the horizon!”
“I think I know what he’s going to say Mister Nanook.”
“Me too. That you and I aren’t on the same page, on the same block or even in the same state and that is why he’s going to win. It’s the only thing he says and I mean, the only thing!”
“I wonder why that is?” Bester says so innocently.
Nanook smiles. He straightens out his jacket. “It’s because Best. He knows he lacks the in ring skills, the power, the strength and talent to defeat you. He knows this, won’t admit it so he has to look for something to latch onto and give him hope and in this case Best, it’s that you and I, we weren’t telling the same tale. We weren’t on the same….page.”
“But we both want to beat Mister Blaze…”
“We do and Friday night, at Energy, we will win. We will win and it’s because we are on the same page but more importantly we will win because he is over matched and in over his head. Make no mistake about it Bester, there will be a resurgence of sorts happening after this match, One that will see Bester Freund surging to the top of charts in DarcPro when you drop him like a bad habit.”
“And Mister Blaze, there is no safe place for you to run and hide either. You talk big now but we’ll see come later this week.”
“Once the newspaper is rolled up and we go to swat you on the nose, we’ll see just what you are made of then.”
“Gumdrops and pudding I bet.”
“Me too.”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 6, 2017 13:39:56 GMT
Bester is standing outside his workout space and sure as shit it’s a two car garage and the two car doors have been boarded up with 2x4’s and plywood. Bester is painting the outside of the building and a leaning up against the building is a metal sign that reads “Spartacus Training Center” and features a picture of Spartacus on it. Bester is up on a small ladder painting away when Barry Burton wanders in with notepad in hand.
“Bester?” Barry asks. Bester looks down from the ladder.
“Oh hey Mister Barry. How’s it going?”
“Good. Listen I can see you’re busy and all, but I have a few follow up questions.”
“Okay.” Bester says and puts his paint brush down and climbs down the ladder. “What is it?”
“Bryan Blaze said yesterday that you’re under the impression that you think he’s stupid….”
“I watched a movie once and in the movie the main actor had a line that went like this. Stupid is as stupid does. I can’t help if he thinks I think he’s stupid. Maybe it’s the truth. You ever think about that?”
“But why do you think that?”
“Who said I did? Mister Blaze? If that’s his opinion nothing I can say will change that.”
“So you don’t think he’s stupid?”
“He once held a championship or two in his career, can’t be stupid to do that. He has been in this sport for a while and some consider him a draw, can’t be stupid to do that. But teaming up with Mister Billy and bullying people into their way of thinking thinking they are changing the sport for better, now that is stupid.”
“Now Bester, my next question might be considered offensive. You do know why this match is happening right?”
“Because I told Nanook to make it happen. I don’t care what Billy says, I was going to win that match till Blaze showed up and ruined that, ruined my DarcPro debut and those two used me to start this, whatever you call it of theirs. As the kids say, That’s not happening on my dime.”
“So this match is about revenge?”
“Barry?”
“Yes?”
“It’s about getting even and sending a message to those two that I won’t be a stepping stone of sorts of theirs for their own personal agenda. I was screwed over Barry. It made me mad and all I wanted to do after that match was find Blaze and Billy and get my hands on them, but Nanook said that right now, that wouldn’t be a good idea, to save that till he talked to Miles and set up this match. It’s like Nanook read my mind. What was that that they were saying about us not being on the same page?”
“Bryan Blaze says he’s going to beat you and by his tone I feel he’s going to hurt you. He’s says you’re not normal, stupid and you have no idea what is waiting for you at Energy and that you should be cared for by professionals.”
“I’m so happy that Bryan as a opinion and that he has convinced himself that I am what he says I am. Truth is, and we have been over this allot over the past three weeks. I put in the hard work that I feel others do not put in. I have trained relentlessly for the past year and I think Bryan Blaze is the one who has no clue what is waiting for him at Energy. He speaks as if he has already won this match but no pinfall has been scored yet. I am upset at him. Upset at Billy and in due time I will get my hands on Billy but for now, Bryan will have to do and I aim to not only beat him, aim to throw a wrench in their master plan but I plan on hurting him. When they lifted me in the air and slammed me to the mat, they hurt every little buddy out there and while I haven’t mentioned them much, I feel their pain. When you hurt one of my little buddies, then you leave me no choice but to hurt you back.”
“Thank Bester.”
“No problem Barry.”
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 7, 2017 21:45:01 GMT
 “You didn’t hurt my feelings Mister Blaze but I’m about to rearrange your face.”Bester cracks his knuckles. “You say you’re ready for this match, this show down and you better be ready. For your sake you better not be saying it cuz unlike you, I’m bring an army with me. About a million of us, Me and my little buddies have all sat around while our patients have been growing thin, The anger and rage in side of us has slowly been building after listening to you call us buffoons, no bodies and that we didn’t belong here. We listened to you try to explain to anyone who would listen why we, why I don’t belong here and in a couple of a day's Mister Blaze. ...I’ll show you my argument as to why I belong here, Why you were wrong and you’re ignorance is going to blow up in your face. I will single handedly dismantle the Resurgence.”Bester cracks his neck. “I will leave you and your idea of what this sport needs a broken pile of broken promises and falsehoods in middle of the mat and this week, it will be you that everyone will be pointing at and laughing at. I promise you that. The time for talk.”Bester jumps and stretches his shoulders and gets loose. “Has come to an end. From here on out. My fists will do my talking.”  |
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