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Mark My Words; Showdown #38
Topic Started: Apr 6 2010, 12:58 PM (58 Views)
BBD
"Beautiful"
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“Cluster fucks… One thing I hate more than cluster fucks is a Tobias Devereux promo! And if you know me at all then you’d know just how much I truly hate a Tobias Devereux promo! Seriously, when that cat opens his mouth, I’m surprised diarrhea doesn’t come flying out! The guy is so full of shit half the time and the other half he’s talking his Lousy-ana mumbo jumbo, I can’t understand a word the fucker says!

“But I digress; cluster fucks are for curtain jerkers who are trying to make a name for themselves, case in point, Christopher St. James, check. Chris Wrestling, check. Harley Rushbridge, check. Raven, wait are we talking the “real” Raven here or some knock off? Knock off… Check. DVD, well I’m a Blu-Ray fan myself, so double check!

“On top of that, this is all in the name of some long winded past his prime has been named Psyko Stevo? Ten grand of that douche’s money? Yea it’d be nice, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t tease my debut into the sVo just to waste my talent on a cluster fuck match filled with no namers looking to use my established name to catapult their career’s to the top, especially when there’s another one right before it! It’s as useful as Tobias Devereux wearing the World Title, which is downright laughable!

“But I signed a contract, a contract I might have to show Paige Johnson this Sunday at sVo #38…

“A cluster fuck match? Seriously? It boggles my mind, the hottest thing in wrestling, for those that are too dense to realize, I’m talking about none other than me, “Beautiful” Bobby Dean, here, walking into the sVo this Sunday to make his in-ring debut and you’re going waste it on a fucking Rumble match! Wow! Maybe I should have stuck to my guns and kept my lawsuit going, at least then I wouldn’t have to waste my time nor my efforts trying to make a BBD knock-off in CSJ, look good!

“Seriously! CSJ? All you need now is some baby blue and you’re my little mini me! You run your mouth like BBD, you act like BBD, heck you even use your initials to be more like BBD, it’s just down right pathetic! Sure I know the whole, flattery is the sincerest sign of admiration or whatever, but come on man, the sVo can’t handle two BBD’s, especially if one of them is you! Hell I don’t even think the sVo can handle a single one of you, so maybe you should check your boots at the door on your way out and leave the BBD to BBD!”

I smile as a voice yells out, “CUT!” The director of the shoot comes walking out from behind the camera, his hand extended a smile ear to ear on his own face. “That was simply beautiful, Bobby, baby! The boys are going to have a field day with this, gold, simply gold!”

“Everything, I do, is simply beautiful!” I say condescending, playing up the character better than no man can. “Haven’t you heard? BBD is money baby, and he’s taking the sVo to the bank!” Whatever the fuck that means, I think to myself as the director simply laughs at the dribble coming out of my mouth.

“Well listen boss,” he begins, “I’ll edit this us right quick and have it ready to air in no time.”

“Sounds great,” I answer as once again we shake hands. “If you need any more material, just give my cell a shout alright.”

“Beautiful!” he responds, the irony not lost on either of us as he begins to laugh at his own “joke”. I on the other hand smile and make my way across the studio and towards the dressing room, looking forward to get out of this itchy robe and back into my street gear.

Once I’m in my civi’s, a pair of blue jeans, sandals, a baby blue BBD custom made t-shirt, and a matching hat on my gorgeous blonde head, I start making my way down the hall and towards the exit where my baby blue Mustang Cobra convertible, with white leather interior waits. With the door open and me behind the wheel I kick the engine into gear just as my phone begins to ring.

“Yo, “Beautiful” Bobby Dean, here.” I answer automatically.

“Oh Beautiful-One,” the ever familiar, ever haunting voice of my ex-wife calls out, “When are you going to pick up your daughter?”

“Oh yea,” I respond in a whisper, forgetting that this week is mine to have my precious little four year old daughter, Lorelai, stay with her daddy. “I can be there in an hour or two Laurie, if you don’t mind waiting that is…”

Sensing the sarcasm in my voice she bites back, “Oh don’t let me trouble the oh so beautiful, Bobby Dean, perhaps I should just contact Richard,” the divorce attorney that’s already taken me to the cleaners four times since our divorce was settled, “perhaps he’d like to hear what a burden it is for you to make a little time for your daughter, especially during your scheduled visitation!”

“Listen, I wasn’t saying that…” I begin to backpedal but it proves futile as she suddenly cuts me off by hanging up on me. “Shit!” I say to myself helplessly. Every time I talk to that woman I lose more and more, whether it be money or my self respect! I loved it when she had my balls in her hand when we were married, but now, I wish she’d leave my balls alone! She’s crushing the life out of them with all this “Richard” nonsense!

Helpless, I slam it into drive and make my way over to my ex-wife’s house hoping my daughter is still there for me to pick up. Forty-five minutes later I pull up alongside the front curb, whistling, like I always do when I see this monstrosity of a house that I’m paying for on a monthly basis! You ever wonder why “Beautiful” Bobby Dean works three promotions, take one look at the house I’m paying for and you’ll wonder why I’m not working more!

Before hopping out of the car I reach over into the glove box and pull out a small metal flask. Twisting off the top I hide ducked down in my seat taking a swig before sealing it back up and placing it back it’s hiding spot. Trust me, you need a good stiff drink before dealing with my ex-wife! Even if you’re fifteen years old trying to collect for the paper’s you’ve delivered to her for the past three months! A charge she still tries to make me pay for!

I walk up the walkway and towards the front door, pushing the button for the doorbell as rapidly as I can until suddenly the door swings open and standing there glowering at me is my ex-wife. I smile, waiting patiently for her to invite me in when she opens her mouth as greets, “What are we? Five?”

Before waiting for a response she turns and walks inside disappearing around the corner. Not a minute later she’s got my daughter’s suitcase in hand but at that moment I forget about my problems, my wife, my working situation, my money situation, all of the shit I have to shovel on a daily basis disappears as my daughter rounds the corner at full speed, screaming “DADDY!” She charges into me with nothing but love in her eyes and a smile on her face as I bend down and scoop her into my arms.

“Daddy I saw you on tv!” my daughter says in her beautiful sing song voice.

“You did? What was daddy doing?” I ask her as I tickle her cute pudgy little tummy.

“Mommy said you were making her some money…” my daughter answers innocently.

I look questioningly to my wife who simply smiles and says, “You were making your debut at Resurrection.”

“You ordered the pay-per-view?” I ask stunned.

“Lorelai wanted to see you and I figured with all that hoopla you’ve been making these past few weeks you and Chris had something up your sleeves. Guess I was right. Poor Nathan, you know he’s going to be gunning for you now!” she goes on surprising me with her up to date sVo knowledge. She sees my shocked expression and finds the need to explain, “My new boyfriend likes watching sVo every Sunday so I watch it with him…”

Ouch…

“Well I guess that’s my cue,” I say a bit saddened by the news. It’s one thing to try and be civil with an ex, especially an ex-wife, but you never want to hear about them moving on. Deep down inside you want them to be as miserable in their life as you are in yours. “Come on sweetheart, say goodbye to mommy.”

I’m walking with my daughter in my arms back to the car with our next stop being my house, which is an hour and half away when suddenly my cell phone begins to buzz in my pocket. Forty minutes later I’m standing in front of the sVo backdrop, once again donned in my baby blue, diamond encrusted robe staring at the camera, my daughter off to the side playing with her Barbie dolls.

“Just a few more days boys, a few more days and you’ll all be watching me not only walk away with 10 grand in my pocket but with gold strapped around this beautiful bronzed waist! Mark my words, for I do not lie, my sights are set, my targets locked, my guns cocked and ready to fire! But just who will be my first victim in the sVo? Paradine? My mini-me CSJ? Someone from the Corporation? No one is safe, not even you!”

I finish with a flurry, my arm outstretched, my finger pointing directly at the screen as once more the director yells, “Cut!” The screen fades to black and thus ends another BBD adventure.
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