Post by Bobby Barratt on May 23, 2018 7:27:28 GMT -5
The sun sets over Walsall, England. Another uncharacteristically warm day in England is drawing to a close and the shot pans to a whisky glass filled with a decent measure of bourbon. The sunlight glistens against the rim of the glass as wisps of smoke drift past.
Bobby: Danny, Danny, Danny...Did you manage to salvage the script my writer wrote for my last promo when I'd finished with it?
The scene flips out to a side on shot of "The Prodigal Icon" Bobby Barratt sitting on a lawn chair, feet up. One hand nurses his drink while the other holds a cigar with "BBMF" on the side of it. He takes a drag on the cigar and the smoke drifts from his open mouth as his head falls back onto the chair, his eyes close and it looks as if he takes in the moment.
Bobby: Remind me to fire that guy?
Amber: Sure thing, sweetheart!
The shot shows Amber sitting next to Bobby. She's in a black two piece bikini which accentuates her curves. Large round sunglasses adorn her face and she's laid back in her chair with a Pina Colada in her right hand.
Amber: You know you never told me about your place here! Considering this town is all buildings and factories....this is a pretty nice place!
Bobby: Isn't it, just? It's amazing what a bit of money can do for you. I heard Danny Ray telling me it was all "Daddy's money" and perhaps he had one too many Good-Evil swings lately, but he knows how I got that money. He knows it was left to me by Shawn. I earned every damn penny of that money. So you know what? I'm going to enjoy it!
Bobby takes another drag of his cigar. He places it into the ashtray on the table between him and Amber.
Bobby: For instance these cigars are amongst some of the hardest in the world to find. My money found them! Danny if you're going to become jealous of the fact I can treat myself and the people around me to nice things...Well that's the way you get my attention....Because I travelled the country for fifteen damned years, taking fights in front of ten people to get my name recognized. Spending nights in emergency rooms and coming home the next day, having made no money in order to pay my dues. If you want to talk about entitled, let's take a look at you! You worked in a brewery for years....Ok that may make you a little better than me at sticking labels to bottles! What you haven't done is pay your dues in this business! You haven't arrived to a show three hours early in order to help set up the ring....You haven't spent an hour setting out chairs in a town hall to aid a promoter if they've fallen behind. You haven't donned a mask to work double duty when someone no shows a gig...You haven't paid the dues required in this business, Danny and for that, you are not and you will NEVER be one of the boys! You will never share that bond with brothers of this industry, you simply got your Mother to tell a sob story to a B-Grade wrestler in order to be given a shot! No independent shows in small halls, no travelling, you made it right to the big money of ICW. So don't you ever have the balls to talk to me about being entitled, Danny!
Amber: Big money, huh? Here's me thinking you inherited everything you have.
Bobby: Hey you're wrecking my flow here!
Amber smiles devilishly at Bobby. Her tongue between her teeth.
Bobby: For the record, a lot of this was inheritance from when Shawn pulled the death gag. But I bought this house, I bought a couple of cars all from money I earned.
Amber: So with Shawn back on the scene...Did he ask for his money back?
Bobby: He didn't even mention it. He probably saw it as I'd spend it before he came back into the public eye. Man, I gave it a good go!
Amber: So....you're still rich! Yay!
Bobby gives Amber a slightly suspicious look as he goes back to his cigar. She doesn't notice.
Amber: So what do you want to do today, Sugar?
Bobby: I was thinking of taking it easy...Chill out, get my training on point again. I've fallen off a little lately, with the title loss, with the split and the trouble within the Icons.
Amber: Where's the Bobby I'm used to? Where's the mayhem?!
Bobby: Mayhem happens when it happens. Girl you love a bit of drama, don't you?
Amber: It was the Bobby which always seemed to be at the centre of commotion that grabbed my attention. The naughty glint in his eye, the mischief, the unpredictability!
Bobby: Yeah I think I must be getting old before my time, huh?
Amber: That's why I'm here!
Bobby and Amber settle back down to their seated positions, Bobby's hand finds Amber's and gives it a light squeeze as the scene fades, settling on the sunset over the horizon.
We come back in Bobby's self styled "Bat cave" in the basement of his home. Titles adorn the walls along with trophies and movie posters. Bobby walks into the room in his gym gear, a towel draped around his shoulders. He's clearly just finished working out. The camera settles on the corner sofa he has set up as he is heard speaking to someone off camera.
Bobby: So you've got the script? Let me take a look!
Bobby sits on the sofa in front of the camera, dropping onto his seat and throwing a sheet of paper in front of him on the table.
Bobby: Danny Ray, we are still about a week and half away from Xtraction: Blood Money and you've already gone dark. It's clear you've shot all the footage your wife permits you to shoot before she gets worried about the time you spend in front of a webcam. Dirty bugger, you! But on to it! Xtraction: Blood Money not too far away in Gloucestershire. How have you prepped for it? How have you got yourself in the game? Me? I'm here already! The jet lag will subside well before we hit the ring and as you can see, I'm ready to go! I'm training hard, I'm eating.....better and I'm so focused on taking that Championship from you, you wouldn't believe! See in my mind, I've already won the war. You've spouted off about how "you're dropping to my level" making comments about Jen...You've mentally already lost and the sad thing is you don't know it yet! You still believe we are going to put on a wrestling clinic out there, wowing the fans and giving you some name value with hanging with the only guy to take an AWF Championship from Jackson Steele. You still believe in your heart that you might take this!
Bobby reaches forward and grabs a bottle of water off the table. He glances at the notes before him again.
Bobby: One thing however that you HAVE achieved this week is you spun the wheel and decided that for Xtraction, Danny Ray will be a good guy! Props for listening, champ! Can I ask though? With all the forgiveness you say you get from the big guy...How does he feel about you knowingly working for a shitty underground Russian mob? I mean you know Duke and Levi didn't make their money selling cookies and holding bake sales, right? I'll leave that one for you to ponder.
Bobby takes another sip of water and uses his towel to wipe his face before throwing the towel to someone off camera.
Bobby: You know all I've heard is "Bobby this...Icon that...Shooting Star Championship the other" since you arrived in AWF. My name has always been on your lips. In fact I don't think there are many times you've actually appeared on camera that you haven't mentioned me! You know what that proves? That proves to me that you know you're inferior...You're jealous of what I have and what you'll never achieve! Actually fuck it, you know what?
Bobby grabs the piece of paper off the table. Holding it up to the camera.
Bobby: This is...was the script for this promo. Yeah I hired a new writer, what of it?!
Bobby takes the piece of paper, screws it up and tosses it past the camera. We then see Bobby walk off camera for a few seconds before coming back holding something we don't quite see.
Bobby: This is me unscripted, Dan! I'm going to shoot right from the hip, no fancy promos, no skits, just The Prodigal Icon live! I said earlier that I was about fed up of hearing you harp on week after week about me and my accomplishments. Well here! I'm putting my money where my mouth is!
Bobby picks up what he put down next to himself, showing it to the camera.
Bobby: This right here is the ICW Shooting Star Championship. The final incarnation. The first went with Shawn's "coffin" to put the show on....The second he will find at his old house any time now. This was the version that got unified with the ICW Ironman Championship. The one that if the fed re-opened tomorrow, would hold the value! The very Championship that you keep bleating about being the Number one Contender to!
Bobby tosses the title on the table in front of the camera. It lands with a thump.
Bobby: I'll put it up! It's not sanctioned I know, but you keep saying you're "owed a shot" and you'd have taken it from me had ICW now closed up....Well here's your chance! Xtraction: Blood Money...if you beat me? You can have it! You can take it home and use it for the masturbatory aid you see it as! You too can feel just like me! Just like the man that held that title for longer than anyone else...You'd feel just like the greatest ICW Shooting Star Champion that ever lived! In return....you waive your rematch when I defeat you for the Prestige Class Championship. How confident are you, Danny? Still think you can take this from me? Still think I'm coasting along and I'm more mouth than action? Hell I don't expect a response from you. You've probably gone into hiding and I won't see you until bell time and that will tell me all I need to know....You're scared!
Bobby finishes off the bottle of water, tossing it to someone off camera again.
Bobby: So the ball is in your court Danny. Let's see which face of Danny Ray shows himself. The white knight or the monster? I'll be as interested as anyone as to which version of you I vanquish from AWF. But I'm going to sign off now with this....There's only one version of me that you'll meet. I don't need fancy masks or religious sermons to make my point. The Bobby Barratt you will meet at Xtraction is the selfish, manipulative, determined Bobby Barratt that will do everything he needs to do in order to get the win! Think you can handle that?
Bobby: Prodigal Icon......out!
