One More Run in the Old Dog. X-Crown RP1
Oct 1, 2019 5:15:53 GMT -5
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Post by Bobby Barratt on Oct 1, 2019 5:15:53 GMT -5
September 24th
Minneapolis, MN
The scene opens as we see Bobby walking back into the Pinfall offices. Nothing seems too far amiss, but staff notice him walking in and their eyes quickly avert his gaze. No one wants to mention Fired Up, or how Bobby's triumphant return was brough to a halt by Rocco Rose. They don't even acknowledge him walking in as he breezes right on by to the elevator in the lobby. We cut to inside the elevator and two employees are in there with Bobby. They pretend not to notice who he is and quickly dig their mobile phones out of their pockets, trying to distract themselves for the two floors they have to climb together and practically dash out of the door as soon as it opens. Bobby just laughs to himself as the doors close and he continues the journey alone to the top floor. Bobby emerges from the elevator and starts the long walk to the corner office he has come to acquire since the whole Charlie incident, which saw him effectively take control of the whole company. He's walking along and he hears a familiar voice from behind him.
Sophie: Hey stranger!
Bobby turns around and we see Sophie. The employee that he saved from Charlie's exploits prior to his match with Anthony Caffrey. She walks quickly towards him.
Bobby: Hey! You're back qui-
Bobby doesn't get chance to finish his sentence as he is hit full force with a hug from Sophie. It goes on a little too long as Bobby realises that this won't look professional.
Bobby: As I was saying, you're back to work a little quick! Sure you're ok?
Sophie: Same could be said for you. Sure you're physically OK to work?
Bobby: Ah it was just business as usual. Some rookie looking to make a name at my expense. He'll get what's coming to him. How are you anyway?
Sophie: Well you might have noticed that I wasn't at the car when you got back, right?
Bobby: Sure. I was trying to get a hold of you for hours and you never replied.
Sophie: Well obviously I'd taken off. I got my Dad to come get me as soon as he could. By the time I got home, I had a voicemail left from someone here, telling me that Charlie was gone from the company with immediate effect. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
Bobby shifts awkwardly.
Bobby: No, I don't know what you're talking about there. Who told you?
Sophie: Ah one of the late team. One of my girls works in there and told me she saw him leaving with a few boxes.
Bobby wonders to himself where Charlie got chance to grab a few boxes of stuff when he left. He was practically tossed from the building.
Sophie: Anyways, I just wanted to thank you.
Bobby: For what?
Sophie: You believed me. You saw I wasn't just some crackpot with a grudge against her boss and you supported me.
Bobby: Ha... Anytime.
Sophie: So... Is that it? Is the dream over?
Bobby is suprised. No one has had the balls to even look him in the eye, let alone question him on his loss at Fired Up.
Bobby: Nah... I'm sure there will be other opportunities. I tested myself against some of the best guys AWF had and I was doing my best to run through them all. These things happen. Rocco won't hear the last of me. I won't give him the rub of being the guy that struck me and made me walk away. Anyways, I'm going to get setup. I got a lot of catching up to do on stuff I left to go train. I'll catch up with you later, OK?
Sophie: Sure, boss.
With that, Bobby walks away towards his office. We see a slight smile form across his face as he rounds the corner. The room is amazing! He knew he left a list of instructions to the renovators to sort the place out before he moved in, but wow! The setup is everything he could have asked for! He sets his jacket onto the hanger and puts his briefcase behind the desk before slumping into the chair and looking out of the window. This might be a tedious, monotonous job, but it has its perks.
Bobby: So... Bobby Barratt makes the long awaited return to AWF, brushing aside foe after foe in one of the hottest tips to win the whole Fired Up Tournament alongside Rocco Rose. Then it seems Mr Rose got ahead of himself. I don't know whether he was trying to make a name for himself, or to impress me, but all he did was shoot us both in the foot. Rocco, you think we wouldn't have blown the damn roof off that place if we made the final? You could have pulled all the bullshit out of the book and used it if you wanted and I'd have respected you more than I did for what you actually did. All you needed to do was listen. I knew you wouldn't get away with that, I knew they'd have had some bullshit reason to pull the footage up and get the match thrown out.... and I thought you were better!
Bobby frowns and sighs a little.
Bobby: I thought you could have been better than I was, Rocco. I've seen your career and I thought you could have carved a path better, more pure than the one I did. Sure, I got results, but do you ever think about what it felt like afterwards? Maybe not the next day or the next week, but karma got me. I lost Jenny, I found out I'd been sleeping with the person who organised the kill, I had a shitty 2019 in the ring. You think that karma wasn't responsible? It was time to clean up my act and now it looks like you've been trying to go down that same path. What is it? You're looking to join the Icons? Shit, you could have just asked! I'd have given you the green light, you've got it! But you threw that away and for what? So you could be the guy that ended my run? So your name was the one people were talking about? Rocco they weren't talking about you in a good way, they were calling you a fucking idiot! You ruined your own chance at glory! I hope you're happy! Me? I come out of this smelling sweet! I didn't get pinned, I didn't tap, I didn't look over the hill, you took the pin, you took the loss. I was just the guy trying to stop you doing something dumb!
BUZZ! BUZZ!
Bobby looks down at his phone. His eyes widen as he reaches down and looks at the screen. He knows the number, so he hits the notification and scans the message. You practically see his jaw drop as his eyes settle on one sentence at the end.
"How would you feel about being the AWF representative for the X-Crown?"
Bobby: What...The...Fuck?
Bobby drops his phone onto the desk and lets his head fall against the headrest of his chair.
Bobby: This was supposed to be a one shot. Come back, prove I could still do this at the highest level. Prove I wasn't over the hill, that you can still strap a company to my back and I'll run with it. Now they want this? They want me to go out and put my body on the line to compete for the X-Crown? The title I started the year with? I held that title for around five months right up until the rumble!
Bobby picks up his phone and hammers out a reply text. It takes all of about ten seconds before he puts his phone back down on the desk and smiles. The shot centers on the message Bobby sent.
"You're damn right I do!"
Minneapolis, MN
The scene opens as we see Bobby walking back into the Pinfall offices. Nothing seems too far amiss, but staff notice him walking in and their eyes quickly avert his gaze. No one wants to mention Fired Up, or how Bobby's triumphant return was brough to a halt by Rocco Rose. They don't even acknowledge him walking in as he breezes right on by to the elevator in the lobby. We cut to inside the elevator and two employees are in there with Bobby. They pretend not to notice who he is and quickly dig their mobile phones out of their pockets, trying to distract themselves for the two floors they have to climb together and practically dash out of the door as soon as it opens. Bobby just laughs to himself as the doors close and he continues the journey alone to the top floor. Bobby emerges from the elevator and starts the long walk to the corner office he has come to acquire since the whole Charlie incident, which saw him effectively take control of the whole company. He's walking along and he hears a familiar voice from behind him.
Sophie: Hey stranger!
Bobby turns around and we see Sophie. The employee that he saved from Charlie's exploits prior to his match with Anthony Caffrey. She walks quickly towards him.
Bobby: Hey! You're back qui-
Bobby doesn't get chance to finish his sentence as he is hit full force with a hug from Sophie. It goes on a little too long as Bobby realises that this won't look professional.
Bobby: As I was saying, you're back to work a little quick! Sure you're ok?
Sophie: Same could be said for you. Sure you're physically OK to work?
Bobby: Ah it was just business as usual. Some rookie looking to make a name at my expense. He'll get what's coming to him. How are you anyway?
Sophie: Well you might have noticed that I wasn't at the car when you got back, right?
Bobby: Sure. I was trying to get a hold of you for hours and you never replied.
Sophie: Well obviously I'd taken off. I got my Dad to come get me as soon as he could. By the time I got home, I had a voicemail left from someone here, telling me that Charlie was gone from the company with immediate effect. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
Bobby shifts awkwardly.
Bobby: No, I don't know what you're talking about there. Who told you?
Sophie: Ah one of the late team. One of my girls works in there and told me she saw him leaving with a few boxes.
Bobby wonders to himself where Charlie got chance to grab a few boxes of stuff when he left. He was practically tossed from the building.
Sophie: Anyways, I just wanted to thank you.
Bobby: For what?
Sophie: You believed me. You saw I wasn't just some crackpot with a grudge against her boss and you supported me.
Bobby: Ha... Anytime.
Sophie: So... Is that it? Is the dream over?
Bobby is suprised. No one has had the balls to even look him in the eye, let alone question him on his loss at Fired Up.
Bobby: Nah... I'm sure there will be other opportunities. I tested myself against some of the best guys AWF had and I was doing my best to run through them all. These things happen. Rocco won't hear the last of me. I won't give him the rub of being the guy that struck me and made me walk away. Anyways, I'm going to get setup. I got a lot of catching up to do on stuff I left to go train. I'll catch up with you later, OK?
Sophie: Sure, boss.
With that, Bobby walks away towards his office. We see a slight smile form across his face as he rounds the corner. The room is amazing! He knew he left a list of instructions to the renovators to sort the place out before he moved in, but wow! The setup is everything he could have asked for! He sets his jacket onto the hanger and puts his briefcase behind the desk before slumping into the chair and looking out of the window. This might be a tedious, monotonous job, but it has its perks.
Bobby: So... Bobby Barratt makes the long awaited return to AWF, brushing aside foe after foe in one of the hottest tips to win the whole Fired Up Tournament alongside Rocco Rose. Then it seems Mr Rose got ahead of himself. I don't know whether he was trying to make a name for himself, or to impress me, but all he did was shoot us both in the foot. Rocco, you think we wouldn't have blown the damn roof off that place if we made the final? You could have pulled all the bullshit out of the book and used it if you wanted and I'd have respected you more than I did for what you actually did. All you needed to do was listen. I knew you wouldn't get away with that, I knew they'd have had some bullshit reason to pull the footage up and get the match thrown out.... and I thought you were better!
Bobby frowns and sighs a little.
Bobby: I thought you could have been better than I was, Rocco. I've seen your career and I thought you could have carved a path better, more pure than the one I did. Sure, I got results, but do you ever think about what it felt like afterwards? Maybe not the next day or the next week, but karma got me. I lost Jenny, I found out I'd been sleeping with the person who organised the kill, I had a shitty 2019 in the ring. You think that karma wasn't responsible? It was time to clean up my act and now it looks like you've been trying to go down that same path. What is it? You're looking to join the Icons? Shit, you could have just asked! I'd have given you the green light, you've got it! But you threw that away and for what? So you could be the guy that ended my run? So your name was the one people were talking about? Rocco they weren't talking about you in a good way, they were calling you a fucking idiot! You ruined your own chance at glory! I hope you're happy! Me? I come out of this smelling sweet! I didn't get pinned, I didn't tap, I didn't look over the hill, you took the pin, you took the loss. I was just the guy trying to stop you doing something dumb!
BUZZ! BUZZ!
Bobby looks down at his phone. His eyes widen as he reaches down and looks at the screen. He knows the number, so he hits the notification and scans the message. You practically see his jaw drop as his eyes settle on one sentence at the end.
"How would you feel about being the AWF representative for the X-Crown?"
Bobby: What...The...Fuck?
Bobby drops his phone onto the desk and lets his head fall against the headrest of his chair.
Bobby: This was supposed to be a one shot. Come back, prove I could still do this at the highest level. Prove I wasn't over the hill, that you can still strap a company to my back and I'll run with it. Now they want this? They want me to go out and put my body on the line to compete for the X-Crown? The title I started the year with? I held that title for around five months right up until the rumble!
Bobby picks up his phone and hammers out a reply text. It takes all of about ten seconds before he puts his phone back down on the desk and smiles. The shot centers on the message Bobby sent.
"You're damn right I do!"
*We come back and see Bobby pulling his infamous Purple Lamborghini Diablo into a diner car park. He cuts the engine and struggles opening the door, the seatbelt catches on his arm as he gets out. He frowns as he closes the door behind him and heads inside. As he does, he's shocked as there's yelling. Something falls on him. A second later he realises it's confetti.
Crowd: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Bobby turns around and sees MCCW rising stay Jay Carter holding the bucket which was recently full of confetti with a big shit eating grin on his face. Jay jumps down and gives Bobby a tight bearhug. With the last few days, Bobby had entirely forgotten that his birthday was around the corner.
Jay: THE BIG FOUR-OH! My man!
Bobby: Aww you didn't have to do this, mate!
Jay: Sure as shit, I did! Let's get you a drink!
Bobby: Make it water, I'm driving.
Jay: Piss off!
Bobby: Nah man, serious. It's why I came down to tell you something. I've got some news.
Jay: You're pregnant?
Bobby: Fuck off.
Jay: Then stop being a bitch! Come on!
Bobby: Nah mate, AWF have put me in for the X-Crown qualifiers in a few weeks!
Jay: Shit, for real?
Bobby: Yeah. Apparently they realised that I HAVE still got it, and they want me to be the guy to bring the X-Crown back to AWF.
Jay: Wow. That's why you're ultra clean now?
Bobby: Exactly. Physically I've never felt so good. I'm sleeping better, I'm training harder.
Jay: Didn't help you much on the mastery tour though!
Bobby: Bitch!
Jay: Jerk!
Bobby: You're doing pretty well over there, right?
Jay: Yeah I've got my sights set on gold, I just need the chance.
Bobby: Keep grinding bro, you know you're my project and I'll always have my eye on you. Just stay out of trouble.
Jay: So who's the opponent?
Bobby: Some guy called Jynn. He's over in LXW right now. Making some waves there. Masked dude.
Jay: "Masked dude" bro it's a lucha fed!
Jay slaps Bobby on the back and passes him a bottle of water from behind the bar before picking up his glass and taking a sip of bourbon and coke.
Bobby: So I see it like this, LXW have been part of the network for.... Well not long. I remember filing the paperwork. So this guy doesn't know shit about what's outside of his fed yet. He doesn't know what to expect with me and he certainly won't see it coming. I've dealt with masked guys before, El Cazador used to claim his mask made him immortal or something, so I dare say he's going to try and pull all sorts of spooky shit in order to advance over me. Fact is that's not going to happen. I've fought a ton of guys who claimed they had powers, or that they could get one over on me because they were special somehow.
Bobby polishes off his bottle of water and sets it on the counter.
Jay: So you got this? You need some back up?
Bobby: Nah I'm trying to keep things on the up and up nowadays. The dirty tricks worked for so long, but I've had a realisation lately, that I needed to be better. That I needed to leave a legacy of not just a list of belts as long as my arm, but a reputation of also being the best.
Jay: Doesn't the list of belts prove you're the best?
Bobby: It proves I never got caught. Not that I'm the best at getting the job done. If they brought that NFL bullshit replay stuff in, half my title reigns wouldn't have happened. Now it's not just about getting the job done, it's about getting the job done in the right way. Prove that this old dog still has a few tricks and another run in the tank and end 2019 the way I started it: With the X-Crown. Anyways, I'm gonna head out. I got a few things to take care of so I can get my ducks in a line. I didn't wake up this morning thinking I'd have another match to train for so soon.
Jay: You didn't even wake up this morning knowing it was your birthday!
Bobby: Just....shut up.
Bobby and Jay shake hands and hug before Bobby heads out. Bobby walks out and hops into his car. Again, something just doesn't feel right. He spends a few minutes adjusting the seat and the mirrors to the point he doesn't feel awkward in there before firing the engine up and heading off the parking area as the scene fades to black.
