Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 17, 2017 20:22:52 GMT
In his workout space sitting on the edge of his weight bench is Bester Freund fresh off of a victory over Bryan Blaze with his Iphone in hand. Last night Nanook showed him the wonderful world of Twitter and you can find Bester on twitter @freund_bester
After a flurry of tweets Bester signed off and went to bed, but his mind raced all night long as to what is being said on twitter and as soon as he could this morning, Bester logged in. And soon Bester discovered, there was a meanie on twitter.
“Well he’s not very nice. Mister Alan Envy sir, I don’t know who or what crawled up your backside and died but much like you, I deserve to be in this match for the number one contenders match for the Heavyweight championship. You know what!”
Bester taps away on his phone and fires away a tweet at Alan.
“Why can’t we be friends. I have never said a foul word about you. You don’t know me and I don’t know you but this I know.”
Stands up setting his phone down on the bench.
“Mister Bryan Blaze doubted me. He said I wasn’t going to win, I couldn’t win, can’t win and look at what happened. I won. Oh yeah! Sure I still have a issue with Billy and Blaze for what happened after the match and that only shows how much of a sore looser they are, but I did what I said I was going to do. Win that match and since the return of DarcPro wrestling, I have put in the hard work just like you Mister Alan and I have opened some eyes and they want to see if I have the stuff to make it here and you know something.”
Buffs his chest out some.
“I do! I’ll show you Alan and Mister Gray that I do belong here in DarcPro, that I belong in this match and that I belong fighting my new Darc Duo partner Miss Rayven Hardy for the Heavyweight championship, and not only that we are going to show everyone here in DarcPro that we will take that tournament by storm as well!”
Bester steps towards the camera.
“You’d be wise to not underestimate me again!”
Fade out.
Inside Bester’s workout space, Bester is standing in front of the TV that he mounted on the wall and is looking at it with a puzzled look on his face.
“So...who is he talking to Mister Nanook?” Bester asks. Nanook is in the background on his phone.
“Huh? Oh. I don’t know, paid people acting like his subjects. Who knows.” Nanook says.
“I didn’t know he was a king Nanook.”
“He’s not.”
“But he says he is.”
“He’s not.”
“Then why does he say he is.”
“Bester….He’s just….How can I say this? Pretending to be the King of Darc.”
“I don’t get it.”
“It’s just his thing Bester. Listen, all you have to do is just weed through his bullshit and listen to what he’s really saying.”
Bester looks at Nanook and nods, a nod that he’s unsure if he understands what is really going on.
“Okay. I think.” Bester says and goes back to watching the TV…..
“Geez. You know I was so consumed by The Resurgence that I didn’t noticed that we had a King among us and to think that I thought that Drew Stevenson had retired and all. I should be embarrassed but you know something.”
Bester shrugs.
“I’m not and I’m not sure why I’m not but when I saw your little video Mister Malone, I just saw someone who was acting. Nanook said he bets that that jet was a rental and you know, even if it was it has to cost a pretty penny. Then I thought that you must have been somewhat good to be able to have the money to rent a jet like that and paid all of those people to cheer you on like you really matter to them. I know I couldn’t afford to rent a jet and pay all of those people. But then I got thinking.”
Bester runs his hand over his bald head.
“I’m not pretending to be something I’m not and that, that doesn’t cost a thing. I am Bester Freund who loves his kitty kat, trains hard every day and soon, will be teaming up with Rayven Hardy and together we will win those Darc Duos championships. Yeah that’s right Mister Malone. You heard me, we're winning those belts.”
Bester crosses his arms.
“I think Darc Pro has a knack of employing some really weird people. First Billy Danielson and Bryan Blaze told me that they are doing what they are doing for me and now you Mister Malone, you are doing whatever it is for me, I have no idea what you’re doing but rest assure Mister Malone, that I neither want or need your help. Unless you have a beef with Detective Adams then maybe we’ll have to talk.”
Bester places his hands on his hips.
“I don’t care what kind of beef you have with Mister Alan, I don’t care who said what, who did what to each other. All I know, is that in two weeks both of you will have to deal with me! Bester Freund and that is something neither one of you want! I’m here to win this match but not for the reasons you think.”
Bester cups his hands behind his back looking very stately.
“I want to hold that Darc belt just as much as you two want, but I have no ill will towards the champ and my tag partner Miss Rayven Hardy for the Darc Duo’s tournament and I’m not going to allow either one you mongrels to speak ill of her and then try to bully your way towards that belt. There is only one person standing between you and that belt, and it’s me! Go ask Bryan Blaze on how to beat me and he’ll tell you that you can’t. I am the unclimbable mountain, the Everest if you will and I’m not pretending about none of this. At Energy I will teach both of you that nice guys will always win and that no matter how hard you try, you can’t topple this giant.”
Bester smiles.
"It's a battle of will power and both of you combined, don't have the sheer amount of will power that I have."
Fade out.
After a flurry of tweets Bester signed off and went to bed, but his mind raced all night long as to what is being said on twitter and as soon as he could this morning, Bester logged in. And soon Bester discovered, there was a meanie on twitter.
“Well he’s not very nice. Mister Alan Envy sir, I don’t know who or what crawled up your backside and died but much like you, I deserve to be in this match for the number one contenders match for the Heavyweight championship. You know what!”
Bester taps away on his phone and fires away a tweet at Alan.
“Why can’t we be friends. I have never said a foul word about you. You don’t know me and I don’t know you but this I know.”
Stands up setting his phone down on the bench.
“Mister Bryan Blaze doubted me. He said I wasn’t going to win, I couldn’t win, can’t win and look at what happened. I won. Oh yeah! Sure I still have a issue with Billy and Blaze for what happened after the match and that only shows how much of a sore looser they are, but I did what I said I was going to do. Win that match and since the return of DarcPro wrestling, I have put in the hard work just like you Mister Alan and I have opened some eyes and they want to see if I have the stuff to make it here and you know something.”
Buffs his chest out some.
“I do! I’ll show you Alan and Mister Gray that I do belong here in DarcPro, that I belong in this match and that I belong fighting my new Darc Duo partner Miss Rayven Hardy for the Heavyweight championship, and not only that we are going to show everyone here in DarcPro that we will take that tournament by storm as well!”
Bester steps towards the camera.
“You’d be wise to not underestimate me again!”
Fade out.
Inside Bester’s workout space, Bester is standing in front of the TV that he mounted on the wall and is looking at it with a puzzled look on his face.
“So...who is he talking to Mister Nanook?” Bester asks. Nanook is in the background on his phone.
“Huh? Oh. I don’t know, paid people acting like his subjects. Who knows.” Nanook says.
“I didn’t know he was a king Nanook.”
“He’s not.”
“But he says he is.”
“He’s not.”
“Then why does he say he is.”
“Bester….He’s just….How can I say this? Pretending to be the King of Darc.”
“I don’t get it.”
“It’s just his thing Bester. Listen, all you have to do is just weed through his bullshit and listen to what he’s really saying.”
Bester looks at Nanook and nods, a nod that he’s unsure if he understands what is really going on.
“Okay. I think.” Bester says and goes back to watching the TV…..
“Geez. You know I was so consumed by The Resurgence that I didn’t noticed that we had a King among us and to think that I thought that Drew Stevenson had retired and all. I should be embarrassed but you know something.”
Bester shrugs.
“I’m not and I’m not sure why I’m not but when I saw your little video Mister Malone, I just saw someone who was acting. Nanook said he bets that that jet was a rental and you know, even if it was it has to cost a pretty penny. Then I thought that you must have been somewhat good to be able to have the money to rent a jet like that and paid all of those people to cheer you on like you really matter to them. I know I couldn’t afford to rent a jet and pay all of those people. But then I got thinking.”
Bester runs his hand over his bald head.
“I’m not pretending to be something I’m not and that, that doesn’t cost a thing. I am Bester Freund who loves his kitty kat, trains hard every day and soon, will be teaming up with Rayven Hardy and together we will win those Darc Duos championships. Yeah that’s right Mister Malone. You heard me, we're winning those belts.”
Bester crosses his arms.
“I think Darc Pro has a knack of employing some really weird people. First Billy Danielson and Bryan Blaze told me that they are doing what they are doing for me and now you Mister Malone, you are doing whatever it is for me, I have no idea what you’re doing but rest assure Mister Malone, that I neither want or need your help. Unless you have a beef with Detective Adams then maybe we’ll have to talk.”
Bester places his hands on his hips.
“I don’t care what kind of beef you have with Mister Alan, I don’t care who said what, who did what to each other. All I know, is that in two weeks both of you will have to deal with me! Bester Freund and that is something neither one of you want! I’m here to win this match but not for the reasons you think.”
Bester cups his hands behind his back looking very stately.
“I want to hold that Darc belt just as much as you two want, but I have no ill will towards the champ and my tag partner Miss Rayven Hardy for the Darc Duo’s tournament and I’m not going to allow either one you mongrels to speak ill of her and then try to bully your way towards that belt. There is only one person standing between you and that belt, and it’s me! Go ask Bryan Blaze on how to beat me and he’ll tell you that you can’t. I am the unclimbable mountain, the Everest if you will and I’m not pretending about none of this. At Energy I will teach both of you that nice guys will always win and that no matter how hard you try, you can’t topple this giant.”
Bester smiles.
"It's a battle of will power and both of you combined, don't have the sheer amount of will power that I have."
Fade out.