Post by THE M.B. Marty Barrett on Jul 30, 2017 1:38:29 GMT -5
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IN ASSOCIATION WITH BASTARDSON PRODUCTIONS..
BTV!
EPISODE TREY: THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN!!!!
Scene: Burbank International Airport.
Friday, July 28th 2017
Terminal 3 Arrivals
Hank Brown hated Bastards.
He hated Adrian Archer from the moment he made Hank climb 27 flights of stairs to reach his apartment, apparently wanting to make a point to Hank that he had to struggle to become so Magnificent. Hank did not remember the golden treatment afterwards, just the stair walk. Like many humans, his focus was on the more negative than the positive. Which led to today..
After receiving a call from Charles, Marty Barretts (And formerly Adrian Archers) right hand man, Hank Brown mulled over the risk versus reward of chartering a flight to Burbank from WCF HQ just to interview the low card son of a mid card at best wrestler who nobody liked. Luckily, Hank had finished his assignments for the Network and really had nothing else planned. And when his phone notified him that a rather large deposit from the International Bank of Switzerland was pending, all Hank could say was “That Bastard…”
What also annoyed Hank was how this kid got his hands on so much money. The money Adrian had made from the sale of his Podcast Network as well as numerous other investments made it possible for Marty to live on easy street. He would never have to work another day in his life..And yet, here he was..Annoying everyone else just like his father did…
Hank was snapped out of his angry daydream by a young yet familiar voice..
“Hank my good man!”
Oh shit...here we go..
Marty Barrett was dressed impeccably as always. White 3 button blazer open with a black ribbed t shirt underneath and grey pleated pants. His shoes shined more than the slick cool floor of the terminal. At his side, Belinda wore loose blousy pants that were only tight around her hips. As she walked, Hank could only wonder what the back of that looked like. She wore a crop top which accentuated her evil curves even more. This made Hank extremely envious, something Marty could not help but notice..
You like what you see Hank?
Uh..what do you..
Belinda..Just show the man..
With a giggle, Belinda dropped her carry on and, back to Hank, bent in a way that one would not reccomend, completely at the waist, to pick it up. Hank was now visibly sweating. Belinda popped back up and, with a sly smile turned to face Hank. Marty spoke to break a rather uncomfortable silence.
So..I just want to say I understand why you hate me, and hated my father..
Wha..I..
No need to apologize my Good Man..Its perfectly reasonable...Come..I hope to make your day with my wife and I a memorable one!
Belinda heaps her carry on bag onto Hanks shoulder, and Marty leaves his rolling suitcase, which Hank, spitefully, grabs by the handle and pulls. He hustles to catch up..
As Marty and Belinda leave the terminal hand in hand, a limo pulls up. Hank, almost out of his fastidious nature, starts loading the bags onto the back of the vehicle..
Damnit! ...These guys...I always...Ugh!
Hank my friend! You didn’t have to do that! We have friends to help us..Come on into the back with us…
Hank stepped in and it was just the most spacious limo he had ever seen..Soft cushy couches lined both sides. A full mini fridge stocked with waters and various snacks was open for the taking. Hank could always count on three things when dealing with Archer or Barrett..In spite of himself..He always had a good time, plenty to eat, and an interesting piece for the folks at Corporate.
Hank settled in and grabbed a water, loving the cool air on his face..Marty and Belinda both sat on opposite sides of the limo as the car pulled away, referenced by the suddenly moving landscape outside the deeply tinted windows.
So where are we off to, Marty?
To Anaheim!
Belinda chimed in..
Disneyland? I love the Dumbo ride..and I hear the Canoes
No my dear, I’m afraid to say the Magic Kingdom is not on our agenda today!
So we aren’t getting nasty today?
Hank looks puzzled..Marty corrects himself..
Not THAT Magic Kingdom..Disneyland!
Oh…
Strictly business my dear! Off to see where my opponent Trey Carter called home!
So Marty, How have you enjoyed your time here in WCF?
Well, to be perfectly honest, it was a bit tougher than I thought! This is truly where the best talent is and despite my superior bloodline and constant preperation and training, I’ve found it difficult to get my hands on Gold! I thought for sure I would be in The Ultimate Showdown match, but fate has dealt me a different hand. I realize now that my rise in WCF will not be as immediate as my fathers..My father came at a time of rebuilding in WCF, and now, the foundation that made this company great has come back. Like locusts, they have harvested their fill of the ranks, and left many a corpse in their wake. To be honest, I would love to one day be up there with the names of Flash, Rabid, and Moor. Aside from their crude personalities and fully justified arrogance, I have no reason to think they are anything other than greatness personified. But I need to get there first. And the road to stardom leads me to a match at Ultimate Showdown with a man named Trey Carter.
This man..Trey Carter..Has shown flashes of brilliance, and utter failure in his time here. Just like myself, lets be frank..I’ve eaten the 3 as much as he has in my development…
Wait wait..Is that HUMILITY I sense?
Well..yes..I’ve been pinned by John Rabid twice. That gives one perspective on their level and place. Losing..It is a part of this business..I realize now that I must climb the ladder..I must push myself harder than I ever have..And eventually..I will get there..But I must not lose focus..Once I lose focus and start getting down on myself, then I will lose even more, get frustrated, and fuck off. But I am here not just for personal gain..I am here to finish what my father started..
And what might that be?
My father always wanted a singles title..When he saw his name being tied to Zero Tolerance, it was an embarrassment, but he always took heart in the fact that his name would be associated with a brief trios title run..Still..He never got that chance to hold up the Gold on his own..And I want to make that happen for him..But first things first Mr. Brown; I must go through Trey Carter to ascend the ranks..And where better to learn about Mr. Carter than here, at Beautiful Brunos in Anaheim..
The limo pulls up to Brunos Italian Restaurant, going through heavy rennovations after a recent fire, but still open. Children are seated on two rows of benches and tables, vigorously devouring spaghetti and drinking Milk or Water. The children look thin, perhaps even a little dirty, their clothes faded. Marty, Belinda, and Hank walk out of the limo to the front door where they are greeted by Bruno, a jovial Italian man in a chefs coat..
Marty!!!!
Bruno! This is Hank Brown, WCF Senior reporter. He has brought a camera to document our conversation today..By the way, did you get the truck full of donations I sent?
Bless you! 5000 lbs of pasta and sauce will go a long way towards feeding these needy Anaheim hotel kids! Come, lets go into my office!
The quartet walks through the bustling restaurant towards the back office. They all sit in various chairs and Bruno sits behind a large marble desk.
Trey Carter, he was one of the many kids that we help with hot meals every day. His family was...not that they were bad parents..Just not very attentive. Trey had to learn to fend for himself..So, even though he came home to a decent home, he always ate here..
Wait, so you’re saying that Trey Carter, despite having means, ate here where starving kids get their only meals?
Trey needed us..so we helped. We were glad to help...For us, the intention is always there even if the situations may not be perfect…
Static...Suddenly, the scene shifts to the inside of the limo..the picture goes from the floor to focus on Hank..
Okay, so you got the new battery in? Jesus fetching Christ, you don’t even have a backup? Unbelievable..
Marty speaks, calming Hank with a dismissive wave of his hand..
My good man...I will give you the lowdown on Trey Carter..
Trey Carter likes to show himself as a poor boy from Anaheim made good. Well, I did some research. Turns out Trey Carter came from a middle class home. His parents worked very hard, but were always away. Without present role models, Trey became what some might call a “Hustler”. He spent most of his time in the streets even though he did not need to. He is a sham, a charlatan. He took food from the needy. He has hustled his way all the way to a career in the WCF. But in reality, his athleticism and natural talent will not mean anything when I face him at Ultimate Showdown..Why? Because I am the real deal. I was born for this. Bred for this. I prepare unlike anyone else and I train harder than anyone else. To quote the great Kendrick Lamar..
“Little snitches little bitches all inside your DNA..”
While you come from a life of difficulty, I come from the best upbringing combined with physical gifts procured on me by my father, and the training of a legend in Louie Santino.
You have no chance.
I am destined for greatness, and through your ways and your hustles, you are destined for nothing more than to be revealed for the street thug you truly are, and truly would like to become. And your first step on this road to hell Trey, is your meeting with me at Ultimate Showdown. Through my thorough humiliation of you, I will vindicate all of those poor hotel kids in Anaheim from which you stole food. I will vindicate every hustle and scam you have perpetuated in the shadow of of The Happiest Place on Earth..And I will make sure to send you right back to these streets where you belong. And while you are standing on a street corner, so comfortable in you own shitty existence, you will think back to Ultimate Showdown, think to the time I blasted you with the Magnificent Missile, and slapped the Beholder on you until you had no choice but to give up..This will be the turning point in your life..This is when you will BEHOLD..THE BASTARD!
The limo stops..Doors open..Hank and his cameraman are unceremoniously kicked out at Burbank Airport...All Hank can say as the limo speeds away is..
That Bastard..
FTB