Post by chrisbrock on Jun 29, 2007 21:35:44 GMT -5
Just outside the Houston, Texas airport a man is seen walking out of the rent a car facility. Key and luggage in hand, he begins to walk In the direction of the allocated space where his car is parked. As the camera gets closer it is made apparent that this man is Chris Brock. He walks up to the car, a black 2007 Shelby Mustang with a gold pinstripe down the center. He stops in front of the vehicle and smirk crosses his face.
Brock - I knew this was a good place to work.
Brock hits a button on his key chain and the car immediately starts up as the trunk pops open. Brock walks up to the car, sets his luggage in the trunk, closes the hatch and gets in. After getting comfortable, he slams the car in reverse backs out and peels off into the Texas city. Fade out.
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Fade in. Three hours later. The same Mustang pulls up to entrance to what appears to be a slightly upscale hotel. Brock gets out of the car, grabs his luggage and tosses the keys to the valet.
Brock - Keep it close, I might be going out tonight.
The valet looks at Brock weird, then gets a wide smile on his face.
Valet - Hey! Aren't you!?! Nah, couldn't be.
The valet gives a nonchalant look at Brock as he walks into the lobby of this hotel. The valet turns his attention to the Mustang sitting in front of him.
Valet - Ohh, I am gonna have fun with this!
The camera cuts to an elevator that is going up. Once it has reached its destination, The camera steps out of the elevator and proceeds left down the hallway. Once reaching its intended destination, there is a knock on the door. A moment later, the door opens as Chris Brock is standing with a towel around his waist.
Brock - you all always pick a hell of a time to want an interview, but I just got out of the shower so come in and let me get dressed.
The camera walks in and begins scoping out the room. It's not that lavish compared to the outside of the building A single what looks to be queen bed, a television, and a glass door that leads to a small balcony. After completing the "grand tour" so to speak, the camera turns its attention back to Chris Brock, who is now dressed in a three piece black suit and is putting on a watch. He looks at the camera for a moment before speaking.
Brock - You know, when I got the call from the powers that be here in UWS, I immediately began researching everyone on this roster. I found pranksters, stoners, amateurs, and sexists. Do I care? No, not really. It doesn't matter what you have to do to prepare for a match in the ring, as long as you walk down that ramp and through those steps. That's all I care about. Once in that ring however, even I become someone else. I have no false images, in that ring I am a monster. A bloodthirsty, homicidal maniac that only craves the competition. That's what keeps me going.
Brock looks at his watch.
damn! I'm going to be late. You want to continue this interview? Then follow me.
Brock picks up his wallet and cell phone, then walks out the door. Fade out.
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Fade in. The camera is inside of Brock's Mustang as they are traveling down the Houston freeway. After about 30 seconds, Brock turns off the freeway and into a rural part of town. A few lefts, a couple rights, and a turn off of the paved roads and Brock stops in front of a large house. It is mid to late afternoon at this point as Brock turns the car off and walks to the trunk. He grabs his gym bag out and shuts the trunk door, then begins to walk around the house and to the massive back yard. behind this house is a three story barn that looks to have been shut down years ago. Lights are coming from inside the barn and noises are heard coming from there as well. Brock stops and grabs his cell phone out of his pocket. He dials a number as there is a brief pause before he speaks.
Charles, what's up? Yeah, I'm outside. There not ready yet? alright, come out and get me when they are.
Brock flips his phone shut and puts it back into his pockets. The camera pans from a side view, to a frontal view as Brock looks through his sunglasses and into the camera.
See, I'm not like a lot of other wrestles. I need my name up on the marquee, bright lights and that whole bit. I just want to be hears, weather its in the ring, or on the Mic to the fans. I don't need some flashy gimmick to hold on to, although I will not deny that perks of the job do make life a little more comfortable. For instance, that car out there? A signing bonus from the men upstairs. Yeah, it's a rental, but a damn good one!
Brock pauses for a second, as if collecting his thoughts, then continues.
I'm straying from the reason why you are here. You want to know about my match with Jeremy Johnson at Unleashed for the United States title, right? That's what I thought. Well, let me break down it down like this.
One. No one on this roster knows me. Who I am, where I come from, or how I operate. Two. I've already gotten to look at how my opponent conducts his business in the ring. Three. They don't call me "The Icon" for nothing.
I've paid my dues in and out of the ring for the last nine years, and now I find my self on the eve of something huge. No TV censors telling me that I can't make my opponent bleed. No generic fans that only care about looks as opposed to genuine skill. These are the real wrestling fans. the hardcore ones that will travel from Mississippi to Texas just to catch their favorite wrestler for one night only. That's why I do what I do and there isn't a damn thing that anyone, including Jeremy Johnson, can do about it.
Seriously, what can you do Jeremy? Name me one move that is going stop me dead in my tracks and help you win. Name one, and I'll name 50 ways to reverse it. That's how I operate. I can out wrestle, out last, and out smart anyone that steps between those ropes. I've spent my entire career developing the skills that help me achieve my goals and after its all said and done, You'll be the one laying down on your back Jeremy Johnson, not me.
Brock stops as a man walks out of the barn. He looks around for a moment, then comes jogging up to Brock. Brock's grin widens as he sees the man coming up to him.
Charles! damn is it good to see you.
The two men shake hands and share a quick pat on the back.
Charles - What is this? Making a best of DVD?
No, the new territory I just signed to sent them out here for an interview, I hope you don't mind.
Nah, it's cool. Man these guys are gonna shit themselves when they see you. You don't look like your ready though.
Deception is the key to victory my friend. You taught me that.
You never were a stupid sumbitch likes most of my students now.
The two men start walking to the barn as they kept conversing.
Kyle is in the ring right now. I threw him a newbie to warm him up a bit. He's my star right now, kind of like you were back in the day.
That was a long time ago Charles.
I know, I know. Don't remind me.
The two men discreetly walk into the barn un-noticed. The two men in the ring look to be going at it pretty hard. The bigger of the two, Kyle, throws the smaller one into the ropes, then drops down to the mat and allows the smaller man to run over him. He comes up off of the mat just in time to nail the smaller kid with a massive clothesline that levels him. Kyle goes for the pin. The third person in the ring, acting as the referee, slides down for the pin. 1..2...3. Kyle gets up and starts celebrating. Brock turns to Charles and whispers in his ear.
The kids got potential, but his timing is way off.
What?! He's solid Chris, his timing was spot on.
Kyle stands in the middle of the ring and starts showing off for the other students.
Kyle - That's how you win matches baby! I'm just getting warmed up, who's next!!
Brock chuckles slightly, then speaks loud enough for everyone to hear.
How about you take on someone your own size for a change?
Kyle starts looking around, until he sees Brock standing next to Charles at the back of the crowd. The students all turn around to see Brock and begin cheering. Brock starts to walk up to the ring. He gets to the ring apron and takes off his jacket and shirt, then pants to revel that he's wearing wrestling gear underneath. He replaces his dress shoes quickly with a pair of wrestling shoes. He gets in the ring.
See, when someone your same size gets in your face, it's a whole other story.
You're...You're Chris Brock!
In the flesh kid. Now, do you want me to show you how you almost lost to that kid a few minuted ago, or are we gonna sip tea and dumplings all damned night.!?
Kyle and Brock lock up in a collar and elbow. Kyle sends Brock to the ropes, then drops down to the mat. He comes back up to a face full of foot as Brock's foot drives Kyle's head into the mat. Kyle grabs his face and rolls away from Brock.
And that is why timing is everything in this business.
Brock walks over and gets the kid to his feet.
Now, let's run that again, only this time I will take the drop and show you how it's done.
Kyle nods. Brock and Kyle circle each other then lock up. Kyle puts Brock in a side headlock, but Brock shoots him to the ropes. Brock drops down, allows Kyle to jump over and hit the opposite ropes, then pops up and grabs Kyle as he goes for that clothesline. Brock hooks both arms as he spins behind the man and locks in the full nelson.
And this is how to stop your opponent dead in their tracks. You put on the moves that will slow the match down and allow you to think for a few seconds.
Brock lets go of Kyle, then addresses the rest of the students.
Now, I'm gonna go get rid of this camera, then I'm gonna come back here and show you all how to do things the right way, cause Charles, you're slackin' brotha'.
the students all chuckle as Brock hops out of the ring and In the drection of the camera.
That's just a glimpse of what's to come Jeremy. I don't wait for you to come to me, because I bring the fight right into your face every time. And rest assured that win, lose, or draw at Unleashed. You WILL remember my name.
Brock turns away from the camera and goes back to training the students. Fade to black.
Brock - I knew this was a good place to work.
Brock hits a button on his key chain and the car immediately starts up as the trunk pops open. Brock walks up to the car, sets his luggage in the trunk, closes the hatch and gets in. After getting comfortable, he slams the car in reverse backs out and peels off into the Texas city. Fade out.
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Fade in. Three hours later. The same Mustang pulls up to entrance to what appears to be a slightly upscale hotel. Brock gets out of the car, grabs his luggage and tosses the keys to the valet.
Brock - Keep it close, I might be going out tonight.
The valet looks at Brock weird, then gets a wide smile on his face.
Valet - Hey! Aren't you!?! Nah, couldn't be.
The valet gives a nonchalant look at Brock as he walks into the lobby of this hotel. The valet turns his attention to the Mustang sitting in front of him.
Valet - Ohh, I am gonna have fun with this!
The camera cuts to an elevator that is going up. Once it has reached its destination, The camera steps out of the elevator and proceeds left down the hallway. Once reaching its intended destination, there is a knock on the door. A moment later, the door opens as Chris Brock is standing with a towel around his waist.
Brock - you all always pick a hell of a time to want an interview, but I just got out of the shower so come in and let me get dressed.
The camera walks in and begins scoping out the room. It's not that lavish compared to the outside of the building A single what looks to be queen bed, a television, and a glass door that leads to a small balcony. After completing the "grand tour" so to speak, the camera turns its attention back to Chris Brock, who is now dressed in a three piece black suit and is putting on a watch. He looks at the camera for a moment before speaking.
Brock - You know, when I got the call from the powers that be here in UWS, I immediately began researching everyone on this roster. I found pranksters, stoners, amateurs, and sexists. Do I care? No, not really. It doesn't matter what you have to do to prepare for a match in the ring, as long as you walk down that ramp and through those steps. That's all I care about. Once in that ring however, even I become someone else. I have no false images, in that ring I am a monster. A bloodthirsty, homicidal maniac that only craves the competition. That's what keeps me going.
Brock looks at his watch.
damn! I'm going to be late. You want to continue this interview? Then follow me.
Brock picks up his wallet and cell phone, then walks out the door. Fade out.
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Fade in. The camera is inside of Brock's Mustang as they are traveling down the Houston freeway. After about 30 seconds, Brock turns off the freeway and into a rural part of town. A few lefts, a couple rights, and a turn off of the paved roads and Brock stops in front of a large house. It is mid to late afternoon at this point as Brock turns the car off and walks to the trunk. He grabs his gym bag out and shuts the trunk door, then begins to walk around the house and to the massive back yard. behind this house is a three story barn that looks to have been shut down years ago. Lights are coming from inside the barn and noises are heard coming from there as well. Brock stops and grabs his cell phone out of his pocket. He dials a number as there is a brief pause before he speaks.
Charles, what's up? Yeah, I'm outside. There not ready yet? alright, come out and get me when they are.
Brock flips his phone shut and puts it back into his pockets. The camera pans from a side view, to a frontal view as Brock looks through his sunglasses and into the camera.
See, I'm not like a lot of other wrestles. I need my name up on the marquee, bright lights and that whole bit. I just want to be hears, weather its in the ring, or on the Mic to the fans. I don't need some flashy gimmick to hold on to, although I will not deny that perks of the job do make life a little more comfortable. For instance, that car out there? A signing bonus from the men upstairs. Yeah, it's a rental, but a damn good one!
Brock pauses for a second, as if collecting his thoughts, then continues.
I'm straying from the reason why you are here. You want to know about my match with Jeremy Johnson at Unleashed for the United States title, right? That's what I thought. Well, let me break down it down like this.
One. No one on this roster knows me. Who I am, where I come from, or how I operate. Two. I've already gotten to look at how my opponent conducts his business in the ring. Three. They don't call me "The Icon" for nothing.
I've paid my dues in and out of the ring for the last nine years, and now I find my self on the eve of something huge. No TV censors telling me that I can't make my opponent bleed. No generic fans that only care about looks as opposed to genuine skill. These are the real wrestling fans. the hardcore ones that will travel from Mississippi to Texas just to catch their favorite wrestler for one night only. That's why I do what I do and there isn't a damn thing that anyone, including Jeremy Johnson, can do about it.
Seriously, what can you do Jeremy? Name me one move that is going stop me dead in my tracks and help you win. Name one, and I'll name 50 ways to reverse it. That's how I operate. I can out wrestle, out last, and out smart anyone that steps between those ropes. I've spent my entire career developing the skills that help me achieve my goals and after its all said and done, You'll be the one laying down on your back Jeremy Johnson, not me.
Brock stops as a man walks out of the barn. He looks around for a moment, then comes jogging up to Brock. Brock's grin widens as he sees the man coming up to him.
Charles! damn is it good to see you.
The two men shake hands and share a quick pat on the back.
Charles - What is this? Making a best of DVD?
No, the new territory I just signed to sent them out here for an interview, I hope you don't mind.
Nah, it's cool. Man these guys are gonna shit themselves when they see you. You don't look like your ready though.
Deception is the key to victory my friend. You taught me that.
You never were a stupid sumbitch likes most of my students now.
The two men start walking to the barn as they kept conversing.
Kyle is in the ring right now. I threw him a newbie to warm him up a bit. He's my star right now, kind of like you were back in the day.
That was a long time ago Charles.
I know, I know. Don't remind me.
The two men discreetly walk into the barn un-noticed. The two men in the ring look to be going at it pretty hard. The bigger of the two, Kyle, throws the smaller one into the ropes, then drops down to the mat and allows the smaller man to run over him. He comes up off of the mat just in time to nail the smaller kid with a massive clothesline that levels him. Kyle goes for the pin. The third person in the ring, acting as the referee, slides down for the pin. 1..2...3. Kyle gets up and starts celebrating. Brock turns to Charles and whispers in his ear.
The kids got potential, but his timing is way off.
What?! He's solid Chris, his timing was spot on.
Kyle stands in the middle of the ring and starts showing off for the other students.
Kyle - That's how you win matches baby! I'm just getting warmed up, who's next!!
Brock chuckles slightly, then speaks loud enough for everyone to hear.
How about you take on someone your own size for a change?
Kyle starts looking around, until he sees Brock standing next to Charles at the back of the crowd. The students all turn around to see Brock and begin cheering. Brock starts to walk up to the ring. He gets to the ring apron and takes off his jacket and shirt, then pants to revel that he's wearing wrestling gear underneath. He replaces his dress shoes quickly with a pair of wrestling shoes. He gets in the ring.
See, when someone your same size gets in your face, it's a whole other story.
You're...You're Chris Brock!
In the flesh kid. Now, do you want me to show you how you almost lost to that kid a few minuted ago, or are we gonna sip tea and dumplings all damned night.!?
Kyle and Brock lock up in a collar and elbow. Kyle sends Brock to the ropes, then drops down to the mat. He comes back up to a face full of foot as Brock's foot drives Kyle's head into the mat. Kyle grabs his face and rolls away from Brock.
And that is why timing is everything in this business.
Brock walks over and gets the kid to his feet.
Now, let's run that again, only this time I will take the drop and show you how it's done.
Kyle nods. Brock and Kyle circle each other then lock up. Kyle puts Brock in a side headlock, but Brock shoots him to the ropes. Brock drops down, allows Kyle to jump over and hit the opposite ropes, then pops up and grabs Kyle as he goes for that clothesline. Brock hooks both arms as he spins behind the man and locks in the full nelson.
And this is how to stop your opponent dead in their tracks. You put on the moves that will slow the match down and allow you to think for a few seconds.
Brock lets go of Kyle, then addresses the rest of the students.
Now, I'm gonna go get rid of this camera, then I'm gonna come back here and show you all how to do things the right way, cause Charles, you're slackin' brotha'.
the students all chuckle as Brock hops out of the ring and In the drection of the camera.
That's just a glimpse of what's to come Jeremy. I don't wait for you to come to me, because I bring the fight right into your face every time. And rest assured that win, lose, or draw at Unleashed. You WILL remember my name.
Brock turns away from the camera and goes back to training the students. Fade to black.
