Post by The Brothers Blackwater on Dec 18, 2018 15:27:25 GMT -8
"Robbie Bourbon!"
"Where the heck are you man?"
"Did you forget about our match?"
"You know if you were facing Mastermind, dude would be losing his shit, right about now. He would be going literally mental. Straight outta his mind. Insane. Because he's a lunatic and that's what crazy folks do, they throw fits and tantrums, when they don't get what they want. Which in Mastermind's case, he is absolutely obsessed with deadlines and being the one who's on the front foot... whatever that means. When I faced him, it was like he was in a race, that only he knew about. Accusing me of trying to play catch up... to what, I still don't know. It was very obvious that he was deeply troubled though. Just super confused and utterly delirious. By the time that he released his last promo, he was talking gibberish and slurring his words. I thought there was a chance that he wasn't going to show up for our fight. That was a legitimate concern of mine. Naturally he showed up and I did exactly what I promised, I claimed victory over him. Like there was any doubt overshadowing the possibility of my success. Right off the bat I knew that I was going to win. At the end of my first promo, I told Mastermind that I would see him at his loss."
"A fact that I predicted, much like I can foretell your future, Robbie. I see your failure, as clear as day. Oh sure, you'll be a greater challenge but in the end, when it comes down to the brass tacks, I'm just better than you. In virtually, every possible way. I'm sure you'll disagree but that's okay, it's your right to be wrong. That's your privilege. Believing false truths and fairy tales. Mastermind made up all sorts of fantasies. Nothing as sordid or erotic as what you came up with in your first and only promo, still he allowed his imagination to run wild. Kinda like a drug induced, fever dream meets a psychotic break. I swear there were times when he spoke like he had multiple personalities. Thank heavens, I don't need to endure watching that madness any longer."
"Now, I have your brand of entertainment, to look forward to. The Robbie Bourbon show. Although, as of late there hasn't been any new editions or recent installments. Don't worry. Unlike Mastermind, I won't freak out. No, I don't plan on lecturing you, about your video recording habits. While I am slightly disappointed that you haven't managed to produce another promotional video, or even muster a single word edgewise to my previous statements, I understand that you have a life and must be far too busy to shoot a video. Either that or you watched my promo and got discouraged that I turned down your fanciful notions of what you would force me to do... with my gun."
"A gun that I don't even own. I'm fairly certain Smoking Bob supplied his own pistol for the match. He seems like a man that carries a gun on his person. Probably more than one. I bet he has a whole collection of guns. He more than likely has a special cabinet for them in his office. I wouldn't be surprise if that old timer had a gun rack in his truck. Yeah, I'm willing to wager that he drives a truck too and that he lives in a log cabin, in the middle of nowhere. A cabin in the woods, where he sits on a rocking chair on the front porch and whittles."
"Yep. Whittles. There's a mangy looking dog at his feet. He never got married, so the dog is the only companion that he's got but he likes it that way. I'm pretty sure that he used to be a prospector before he became a general manager. Sorta like Yosemite Sam without the long red mustache and hair. Whenever he talks, he sounds exactly like Yosemite Sam. Have you noticed that, or is it just me? I think that others can hear it too. I should ask around and take a survey for research purposes. Maybe Gator can help, since I think he's aware of the strange phenomenon."
"Where did Vinnie Lane find this guy? Did he travel back in time? To the times of the wild west? Where he wandered into the local saloon and discover this old prospector playing five card monte or texas hold 'em with a few of the other cowboys? Why did Lane think that hiring a cowboy was a sound decision? Frontier Folks don't belong in wrestling. They're meant to roam the prairies and country side. With their horse. Panning for gold and getting into scuffles with the town vagrants."
"I'm positive that SBW has shot and killed a man, at least once in his lifetime. Though the actual tally is probably way higher than that. I've looked into Bob's eyes, he has the long, vacant stare of a man that's lived a hard life and had to make some tough decisions to ensure that he survived. Like committing murder when intruders invaded his land. Maybe he's on the run for what he's done. Vinnie Lane is harboring a fugitive. SBW is a wanted outlaw. That's why he has a collection of guns. Because he's a known gunslinger and now he's got my prints on the possible murder weapon. That's just great. I'm going to be framed for murder. Fucking perfect."
"Well that escalated rather quickly."
"I'm either onto something or letting my imagination get the best of me."
"I did hit the bowl before I started recording this video."
"I'm pretty high right now."
"Totally lost sight of what I was supposed to be doing. Recording my thoughts and opinions of Robbie Bourbon."
"That guy's going down and not in the way that he'd like. Sorry Robbie, I'm not into dudes. You'll have to be happy with merely getting your ass beat by me. When we meet in the ring and I claim the win. And I will claim the win, of that there is no question. I'm going to hit you so hard, your future kids will be born dizzy. You'll get to experience my powers, first hand. When I send you flying across the ring, like a Robbie Bourbon shaped tumbleweed. Or maybe I might even cause you to crash straight through the canvas. Have you ever been pushed into the canvas with enough force that you wound up tearing right through it? Only to find yourself underneath the ring? Laying in heap on the floor? The staff has to dissemble the whole ring, in order to free you from your confines? If the answer is no, you'll find out precisely what that's like, when you face me, tomorrow. This I promise you."
"Not only that but this match is going to be some real groundbreaking, monumental type stuff. Yeah, the metaphorical torch is being passed from father to son. Since I know my father kicked your ass, back when he lost his memory and was running around, calling himself - Lux Lyden. I was just a little kid when that happened, my dad didn't even realize that I existed and then, he was trapped inside a golden rock, for three years. Pretty crazy, huh? Yeah, I agree, it sounds nuts, absolutely bonkers, out of this world kinda... mad, but it's completely true. My brothers and I held a fairly substantial grudge against him and even plotted on enacting revenge. That plan was squashed when we had our little chat with him and he explained everything."
"Now I'm facing you!
"You're going to be destroyed by Azrael Erebus' son. Isn't that fantastic? I think it's pretty damn wonderful. Don't get me wrong though, I plan on dismantling you, all on my own. My father won't be making any unscheduled appearances. Mostly because he's currently missing. That's right. Azrael is no where to be found. I have his cell phone and plan on using that to contact some individuals, that might be able to help locate him but so far, I haven't done that. All the signs point to Maxwell Maximus, being responsible for my father's disappearance. Which means some actual planning will have to go into taking him on. It can't be something done haphazardly or spur of the moment. My father mentioned the last time he dealt with Maxwell, he was helping Griffin MacAlister, sever his own ties with Max. Perhaps, I should start there. If Griffin has experience with dealing with Maxwell, he might be exactly the asset that I need. All of this is irrelevant to you, I simply wanted to point out the fact that there won't be any interruptions in our match. The fight will run smoothly and everything will stay according to plan."
"Victory will be mine. Of that I am certain."
"You see, I'm on a path of greatness. This title won't be revoked or taken by you, or anyone else. It's my destiny to achieve the highest accolade in this company. I am meant to wield this belt until I get my briefcase and then, I'm going to beat the Universal Champion. Which currently is Robert Main. I doubt that'll change any time soon. No offence Gator. You're a cool guy, I like you but you're not meant to wield the Universal title. Robert's holding the title for me, he simply doesn't realize it yet. Don't worry, he'll figure it out, soon enough. When he understands there's a target on his back and I intend to come straight for him. I also openly state my intentions frequently and out loud for all to hear, so you'd think he'd be able to grasp what's going on."
"I can't say for certain, the only time that I spoke words to the man, he didn't seem all that bright. Then his boyfriend had to step in and rescue him. Real impressive. Combined the two of them couldn't muster up a clever word between the both of them. Anyway, I'm sure you can plainly see why you're going to lose this fight Robbie, you're nothing more than a stepping stone in my path. A hurdle that I must leap over. Fate has slated me for bigger and better things than you. I won't allow you to halt my ascension now. Not when I'm resting on the cusp of my destiny. No, Mr. Bourbon you just don't have what it takes. I am determined and my eyes are fixated firmly on the prize. I will claim what is rightfully mine."