Post by sonstuds on Sept 27, 2007 11:43:48 GMT -5
{It was good times.
The systematic and convincing mauling given to one CBT was long over due for someone in EBR’s situation. Shame it took him this long to realize how necessary, and coincidentally fun, beat downs could be. Of course, the consequences were always in the back of his mind, but if Survival of the Fittest proved anything it was that CBT certainly posed him no real physical threat. Maybe tagging up would be awkward from here on out, or maybe CBT would attempt to exonerate revenge and cost them the Tag Team Titles. But then again, they were undefeated despite never seeing eye to eye, and he has no real interest in even holding the straps that are supposed to represent tag team dominance but are really just small pieces of gold that are a reflection of two men disinterested and uninspired to move onto bigger things. A win-win situation all around. Unless you’re CBT, of course.
On such an occasion it would seem only fitting for EBR to put any modesty on the shelf and resort to petty self-recognition and boastfulness. After all, had CBT won he’s quite sure he would never hear the end of it.
So here they are. EBR and Calvin Lee; separated by a metal desk and several feet across the room from one another. Neither says a word, instead occupied by their respective activities. Calvin lies on a flat grey chaise lounge, throwing and then catching a small red ball he inexplicably found. The game itself entertains Calvin for the time being; long enough for EBR to settle on his computer as several minutes pass by. Only after EBR yawns, unintentionally, do either recognize the other’s existence. They briefly stare at one another.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] You have a nice office.
EBR:[/COLOR] Thanks. Yeah, I’m pretty fond of it myself.
{Of course, this isn’t an office, but apparently EBR’s picture of Jim Caviezel as Jesus Christ makes it seem as such. Too dignified to correct his former partner, and too embarrassed to admit the room is simply plain and badly designed, he resumes to his computer screen, making several loud and deliberate clicks on his mouse to add to Calvin’s misconception as he creates the illusion of professionalism, when in actuality the only thing on his screen is Mind Sweeper. Calvin returns to his sport of pitch and catch}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] So, you had a pretty good day at Survival of the Fittest.
{While EBR finds it rather rude Calvin would be so blatant and distracting despite the fact he isn’t actually doing anything (though Calvin wouldn’t know that), intentional praise was the reason Calvin was invited in the first place. After all, who else would he brag too? The amount of people in the WFWF that’d he willingly participate in a conversation with is second to none, and dragging a camera to an abandoned warehouse is an inconvenience that requires far too much effort, even though he’s sure he could get Matthew Werner to help. Besides, EBR still has Calvin’s number on his cell phone.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I suppose. I guess I owed it to everyone, you know, considering how much of a flagrant prick CBT is.
Calvin Lee:[/color] How so?
EBR:[/COLOR] Seriously? Didn’t you read my MySpace page?
Calvin Lee:[/color] No offense, but what kind of man resorts to bashing people on the internet?
EBR:[/COLOR] Dude, I’ve seen your MySpace. It’s a bunch of entries about how you value life, maybe throw in some pictures of girls that are only kind of hot. Didn’t you have that phase where you started posting poems?
Calvin Lee:[/color] Doing it twice is suddenly a phase? Fuck you. You’re probably looking at gay porn right now.
{Condescendingly, EBR holds up his palms.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] You can still be looking at porn without masturbating.
EBR:[/COLOR] No you can’t.
Calvin Lee:[/color] What are you talking about? Watching porn is watching porn, masturbating is completely secondary to that.
EBR:[/COLOR] But who watches porn without jacking off?
Calvin Lee:[/color] It can happen. You’re a teenager, it’s late at night, your parents are sleeping, you find it on one of those higher up channels and you start flicking back and forth.
EBR:[/COLOR] But then you’re not actually watching it, you’re only getting about ten second glimpses.
Calvin Lee:[/color] Trust me; you don’t have to jack off to watch porn.
EBR:[/COLOR] What? You’re suddenly the know it all of masturbation?
Calvin Lee:[/color] Just common sense, really.
EBR:[/COLOR] Bullshit. Watching porn is another expression for masturbating, {mockingly}[/color] trust me.
Calvin Lee:[/color] But only if you use it in that context with that meaning. “One eyed snake” could actually be referring to a one eyed snake.
EBR:[/COLOR] Aha, but that wasn’t what we were arguing.
Calvin Lee:[/color] What are we arguing?
{After a momentary silence, Calvin propels the ball in the air….}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] You’re the only one I have these conversations with.
{…And promptly snags it on the way down.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Really? I have conversations like those all the time. But anyways, you were talking about something?
{Of course he knows what it was, but he has to at least pretend to be discreet. Calvin brought it up once and EBR will see to it he brings it up a second time.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Something about the WFWF?
Calvin Lee:[/color] Can’t remember.
EBR:[/COLOR] You sure? You sounded really enthusiastic about it.
{Then again, if that was the actual case it’d be rather alarming Calvin would quickly abandon it and instead opt to discuss EBR’s genitals in a round about way.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] Oh! I think we were talking about CBT.
EBR:[/COLOR] Ah, yes. He’s a plague. I bet he makes fun of kids with cancer. Or at least Lupus.
Calvin Lee:[/color] What the hell’s Lupus?
EBR:[/COLOR] I dunno, some kidney disease or something. It’s not important. Point is, he’s a son of a bitch who probably has a limp dick.
{His eyes still off EBR, Calvin shrugs.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] Never really noticed.
EBR:[/COLOR] The limp dick?
Calvin Lee:[/color] {Chuckling}[/color] He’s an assshole, but most people are. I can’t honestly tell you I remember him doing anything extraordinarily malicious.
EBR:[/COLOR] What about that time he said Obo touches his daughter?
Calvin Lee:[/color] When did that happen?
EBR:[/COLOR] I dunno, few months back.
Calvin Lee:[/color] First I’ve heard of it.
{CBT did say that. At least EBR thinks he did. Perhaps it could be the long awaited explanation why EBR was the only man to take offense. Whatever. Even if it never happened there’s still several reasons why a guy like CBT should be taken out in the back and shot.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] What else has he done?
EBR:[/COLOR] Uh….well…he set Yukio Blaze up to lose the Tag Team Titles.
Calvin Lee:[/color] Who cares?
EBR:[/COLOR]…True.
Calvin Lee:[/color] Doesn’t really matter either way. You beat the shit out of some guy on national Pay-Per-View. No one’s gonna care why, just revel in how fun it was to watch.
EBR:[/COLOR] Yeah, but I only did it because it was CBT. I mean c’mon, do you think I’m just gonna go around and beat people up for no apparent reason? I wouldn’t have done it unless he deserved it.
Calvin Lee:[/color] There are worse in the WFWF.
EBR:[/COLOR] Such as?
Calvin Lee:[/color] Whoever it is who doesn’t give Luther Castle matches. If I have to hear his “I don’t get booked” spiel on more time….I get it, dude.
{Politely smiling, EBR turns his attention away from Calvin. Just one man’s perception and opinion. Maybe he doesn’t have a general dislike for EBR’s unwanted partner, but surely everyone else does. He knows people look down at CBT. Who doesn’t hate someone who has to try and sound smart and point out life lessons whenever they speak? Apparently not Calvin Lee, but EBR just dismisses him as an idiot.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] You wouldn’t happen to know a good place to get golf clubs, would you? My par’s been a little under par…heh.
EBR:[/COLOR] I have some I don’t use anymore. You can take them if you want.
Calvin Lee:[/color] Can I see them first? I appreciate the offer but I don’t want them if they’re no good. You know what I mean?
{EBR briefly pauses.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR]…They’re golf clubs. Take them or don’t.
Calvin Lee:[/color] Calm down. Fine, I’ll take them. Geez, sorry to have offended you and your “great” golf clubs. I bet they’ll suck, too. That’s the real kicker. Do you even play golf? That’s probably why you’re giving them to me. You probably just want to clean up your basement, in turn cluttering up mine.
EBR:[/COLOR] Are you done?
Calvin Lee:[/color]…Yeah.
{And that’s the man EBR’s seeking acclaim from. One simple objective and Calvin can’t even do it.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] You remember that girl who used to work at Old Navy?
EBR:[/COLOR] That one that was only kind of hot?
Calvin Lee:[/color] Yeah. So I was there last week, right….
{EBR simply sits as Calvin goes into one of his pseudo jean stories. In most cases he’d brush it off and have a justification of his own righteousness, but it’s disturbing that even Calvin Lee isn’t offended by any of CBT’s actions. The thoughts enter his head, and unfortunately, aren’t shut down as quickly as he liked. Is it possible that him, the great and morally victorious EBR, was actually wrong?
Well that just can’t be. EBR was right. He knows he’s right. Hell, he’s always right if not by default. And let put things in perspective. Let’s say EBR exaggerated CBT’s wrong doings. So what? He still attacked EBR, still tried to make his name at his expense. Anyone else thrown into that situation would be quick to draw resentment and would attempt retaliation. Let’s not blame EBR for actually carrying through with it. Not his fault he’s good. He was right. No doubt in his mind.
So why the fuck does he keep thinking about it?}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color]…Anyways, long story short; I fucked her.
EBR:[/COLOR] {Blatantly}[/color] Did I come off looking like an assshole at Survival of the Fittest?
Calvin Lee:[/color] {Laughing}[/color] Yeah. You went ape shit. You’re like Frank Costanza with how you rained blows on him. Man, if you had just bit off his ear you would have been Mike Tyson. It was pretty cool.
{A blank stare is all that’s initially reciprocated.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Oh…heh…
{He tries not to draw attention to himself and makes several compulsive clicks on his mouse, in turning losing his game of Mind Sweeper. Calvin flashes a quick glance at his watch and sits up.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] Hey, you know what; I actually have to be somewhere. I’ll talk to you later, alright?
{With not so much as a lazy nod in return Calvin leaves the room as EBR bites his lip. Of course it’s cool for someone like Calvin. He’ll buy into anything EBR’s selling, but what about everyone else? To them he’ll look like the veteran who’s running a muck on the WFWF, angry at anyone who isn’t him. Someone who wants to be feared. Someone who’s calculating. Someone who’s vicious.
At least it’s familiar. The very same was wrongfully used to describe him when he was running around with Alex Sean and Calvin Lee in the stable with a silly name. Only now there’s an actual precedence for it. There’s no way to possibly get around it. Maybe everyone will see CBT as the piece of shit he is. So what? People didn’t like Master of Destruction either. Well, until EBR got involved with him. And just like then here he is thinking he’s benefiting the WFWF all the while. Any misconceptions can’t possibly be passed off onto Alex Sean. EBR IS Alex Sean in this instance.
It’s almost funny. The one time he does what he feels he’s supposed to do and it all blows up in his face. Unless everyone simply bats an eye; but that’d be far too convenient to happen, and if past months have served as any reminder it’s that’s nothing will ever simply work out for EBR. It’s almost as if he’s his own downfall.
He lightly sighs, disappointed in the now inevitably feat of having to fix the mistake he himself never even made. The WFWF screws him yet again. What’s the point in being right if people think you’re wrong anyways? He grits his teeth and stares at his white walls.
God, this room really is plain. Hrm.}[/color]
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Matthew Werner:[/color] You’ve often made the accusation that you believe people judge you as a man you’re not.
EBR:[/COLOR] Indeed.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Do you believe in some circumstances it’s warranted?
EBR:[/COLOR] Yeah, of course. A reputation comes from actions you’ve committed. It’d be nice to sit and blame other people, but I dunno…sooner or later you need to accept the consequences.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Let me rephrase; do you think it’s fair?
EBR:[/COLOR] No, but what can I really do about it? {Laughing}[/color] I already tried sitting on a log in a desert and explaining my self worth.
Matthew Werner:[/color] When you later went on to compare the situation between you and fixing the WFWF akin to Branch Rickey signing Jackie Robinson?
EBR:[/COLOR] And that’s exactly my point. You claim stupid and pretentious shit, and yeah, you’ll begin to get a bad rep for that. Though, I can’t help but feel if anything, by saying that I at least gave the WFWF a history lesson on Major League Baseball. Take the good with the bad, I suppose.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Do you blame a lot of these misconceptions on your past in the WFWF? 2003?
EBR:[/COLOR] That’s where it starts, really. The image becomes synonymous with your name when you’re a prick for nearly a year. That’s how I entered the WFWF, that’s how I initially left. So naturally, when I return several years later it’ll still be in the back of people’s mind, and still what they’ll associate you as. It’s kind of like cutting your legs out before you can learn to walk.
Matthew Werner:[/color] But I’m sure you’ll admit teaming up with Alex Sean doesn’t help change those perceptions.
EBR:[/COLOR] That’s your opinion. You can’t judge me for what Alex does.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Guilty by association.
EBR:[/COLOR] What can I say; {Chuckling}[/color] I’m a good friend. Honestly? I would have been perceived as the same man I was in 2003, whether I was with or against Alex. It’s a moot point.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Then why even try and fight it?
EBR:[/COLOR] Because it’s not who I was…well, am. It’s been embarrassing to see some of the things I did in the past. And you know, I do apologize for them. I was wrong. But it’s not just about what the WFWF and what they think of me, though admittedly it is valued. It’s about what I think of myself. As I said, I can’t watch myself from 2003. Call it an issue of maturity or what have you. It’s humbling to know you went about creating your career all wrong. And now I stand there in the WFWF and see several others make the same mistakes. And you know, that’s their business. I’m not gonna preach to deaf ears. But I think we’d all be lying to ourselves if we said they won’t regret it. You can only make an ass out of yourself so long. You cut promos on punching bags with clown faces and sooner or later all you can really say is “…I did that?”.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Then shouldn’t you only care what you think? If you believe you’re a different person why should it matter if others don’t?
EBR:[/COLOR] {Smirking}[/color] Because if everyone thinks that about you they’re probably right.
{At an instant, the picture fades.}[/color]
The systematic and convincing mauling given to one CBT was long over due for someone in EBR’s situation. Shame it took him this long to realize how necessary, and coincidentally fun, beat downs could be. Of course, the consequences were always in the back of his mind, but if Survival of the Fittest proved anything it was that CBT certainly posed him no real physical threat. Maybe tagging up would be awkward from here on out, or maybe CBT would attempt to exonerate revenge and cost them the Tag Team Titles. But then again, they were undefeated despite never seeing eye to eye, and he has no real interest in even holding the straps that are supposed to represent tag team dominance but are really just small pieces of gold that are a reflection of two men disinterested and uninspired to move onto bigger things. A win-win situation all around. Unless you’re CBT, of course.
On such an occasion it would seem only fitting for EBR to put any modesty on the shelf and resort to petty self-recognition and boastfulness. After all, had CBT won he’s quite sure he would never hear the end of it.
So here they are. EBR and Calvin Lee; separated by a metal desk and several feet across the room from one another. Neither says a word, instead occupied by their respective activities. Calvin lies on a flat grey chaise lounge, throwing and then catching a small red ball he inexplicably found. The game itself entertains Calvin for the time being; long enough for EBR to settle on his computer as several minutes pass by. Only after EBR yawns, unintentionally, do either recognize the other’s existence. They briefly stare at one another.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] You have a nice office.
EBR:[/COLOR] Thanks. Yeah, I’m pretty fond of it myself.
{Of course, this isn’t an office, but apparently EBR’s picture of Jim Caviezel as Jesus Christ makes it seem as such. Too dignified to correct his former partner, and too embarrassed to admit the room is simply plain and badly designed, he resumes to his computer screen, making several loud and deliberate clicks on his mouse to add to Calvin’s misconception as he creates the illusion of professionalism, when in actuality the only thing on his screen is Mind Sweeper. Calvin returns to his sport of pitch and catch}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] So, you had a pretty good day at Survival of the Fittest.
{While EBR finds it rather rude Calvin would be so blatant and distracting despite the fact he isn’t actually doing anything (though Calvin wouldn’t know that), intentional praise was the reason Calvin was invited in the first place. After all, who else would he brag too? The amount of people in the WFWF that’d he willingly participate in a conversation with is second to none, and dragging a camera to an abandoned warehouse is an inconvenience that requires far too much effort, even though he’s sure he could get Matthew Werner to help. Besides, EBR still has Calvin’s number on his cell phone.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I suppose. I guess I owed it to everyone, you know, considering how much of a flagrant prick CBT is.
Calvin Lee:[/color] How so?
EBR:[/COLOR] Seriously? Didn’t you read my MySpace page?
Calvin Lee:[/color] No offense, but what kind of man resorts to bashing people on the internet?
EBR:[/COLOR] Dude, I’ve seen your MySpace. It’s a bunch of entries about how you value life, maybe throw in some pictures of girls that are only kind of hot. Didn’t you have that phase where you started posting poems?
Calvin Lee:[/color] Doing it twice is suddenly a phase? Fuck you. You’re probably looking at gay porn right now.
{Condescendingly, EBR holds up his palms.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] You can still be looking at porn without masturbating.
EBR:[/COLOR] No you can’t.
Calvin Lee:[/color] What are you talking about? Watching porn is watching porn, masturbating is completely secondary to that.
EBR:[/COLOR] But who watches porn without jacking off?
Calvin Lee:[/color] It can happen. You’re a teenager, it’s late at night, your parents are sleeping, you find it on one of those higher up channels and you start flicking back and forth.
EBR:[/COLOR] But then you’re not actually watching it, you’re only getting about ten second glimpses.
Calvin Lee:[/color] Trust me; you don’t have to jack off to watch porn.
EBR:[/COLOR] What? You’re suddenly the know it all of masturbation?
Calvin Lee:[/color] Just common sense, really.
EBR:[/COLOR] Bullshit. Watching porn is another expression for masturbating, {mockingly}[/color] trust me.
Calvin Lee:[/color] But only if you use it in that context with that meaning. “One eyed snake” could actually be referring to a one eyed snake.
EBR:[/COLOR] Aha, but that wasn’t what we were arguing.
Calvin Lee:[/color] What are we arguing?
{After a momentary silence, Calvin propels the ball in the air….}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] You’re the only one I have these conversations with.
{…And promptly snags it on the way down.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Really? I have conversations like those all the time. But anyways, you were talking about something?
{Of course he knows what it was, but he has to at least pretend to be discreet. Calvin brought it up once and EBR will see to it he brings it up a second time.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Something about the WFWF?
Calvin Lee:[/color] Can’t remember.
EBR:[/COLOR] You sure? You sounded really enthusiastic about it.
{Then again, if that was the actual case it’d be rather alarming Calvin would quickly abandon it and instead opt to discuss EBR’s genitals in a round about way.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] Oh! I think we were talking about CBT.
EBR:[/COLOR] Ah, yes. He’s a plague. I bet he makes fun of kids with cancer. Or at least Lupus.
Calvin Lee:[/color] What the hell’s Lupus?
EBR:[/COLOR] I dunno, some kidney disease or something. It’s not important. Point is, he’s a son of a bitch who probably has a limp dick.
{His eyes still off EBR, Calvin shrugs.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] Never really noticed.
EBR:[/COLOR] The limp dick?
Calvin Lee:[/color] {Chuckling}[/color] He’s an assshole, but most people are. I can’t honestly tell you I remember him doing anything extraordinarily malicious.
EBR:[/COLOR] What about that time he said Obo touches his daughter?
Calvin Lee:[/color] When did that happen?
EBR:[/COLOR] I dunno, few months back.
Calvin Lee:[/color] First I’ve heard of it.
{CBT did say that. At least EBR thinks he did. Perhaps it could be the long awaited explanation why EBR was the only man to take offense. Whatever. Even if it never happened there’s still several reasons why a guy like CBT should be taken out in the back and shot.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] What else has he done?
EBR:[/COLOR] Uh….well…he set Yukio Blaze up to lose the Tag Team Titles.
Calvin Lee:[/color] Who cares?
EBR:[/COLOR]…True.
Calvin Lee:[/color] Doesn’t really matter either way. You beat the shit out of some guy on national Pay-Per-View. No one’s gonna care why, just revel in how fun it was to watch.
EBR:[/COLOR] Yeah, but I only did it because it was CBT. I mean c’mon, do you think I’m just gonna go around and beat people up for no apparent reason? I wouldn’t have done it unless he deserved it.
Calvin Lee:[/color] There are worse in the WFWF.
EBR:[/COLOR] Such as?
Calvin Lee:[/color] Whoever it is who doesn’t give Luther Castle matches. If I have to hear his “I don’t get booked” spiel on more time….I get it, dude.
{Politely smiling, EBR turns his attention away from Calvin. Just one man’s perception and opinion. Maybe he doesn’t have a general dislike for EBR’s unwanted partner, but surely everyone else does. He knows people look down at CBT. Who doesn’t hate someone who has to try and sound smart and point out life lessons whenever they speak? Apparently not Calvin Lee, but EBR just dismisses him as an idiot.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] You wouldn’t happen to know a good place to get golf clubs, would you? My par’s been a little under par…heh.
EBR:[/COLOR] I have some I don’t use anymore. You can take them if you want.
Calvin Lee:[/color] Can I see them first? I appreciate the offer but I don’t want them if they’re no good. You know what I mean?
{EBR briefly pauses.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR]…They’re golf clubs. Take them or don’t.
Calvin Lee:[/color] Calm down. Fine, I’ll take them. Geez, sorry to have offended you and your “great” golf clubs. I bet they’ll suck, too. That’s the real kicker. Do you even play golf? That’s probably why you’re giving them to me. You probably just want to clean up your basement, in turn cluttering up mine.
EBR:[/COLOR] Are you done?
Calvin Lee:[/color]…Yeah.
{And that’s the man EBR’s seeking acclaim from. One simple objective and Calvin can’t even do it.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] You remember that girl who used to work at Old Navy?
EBR:[/COLOR] That one that was only kind of hot?
Calvin Lee:[/color] Yeah. So I was there last week, right….
{EBR simply sits as Calvin goes into one of his pseudo jean stories. In most cases he’d brush it off and have a justification of his own righteousness, but it’s disturbing that even Calvin Lee isn’t offended by any of CBT’s actions. The thoughts enter his head, and unfortunately, aren’t shut down as quickly as he liked. Is it possible that him, the great and morally victorious EBR, was actually wrong?
Well that just can’t be. EBR was right. He knows he’s right. Hell, he’s always right if not by default. And let put things in perspective. Let’s say EBR exaggerated CBT’s wrong doings. So what? He still attacked EBR, still tried to make his name at his expense. Anyone else thrown into that situation would be quick to draw resentment and would attempt retaliation. Let’s not blame EBR for actually carrying through with it. Not his fault he’s good. He was right. No doubt in his mind.
So why the fuck does he keep thinking about it?}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color]…Anyways, long story short; I fucked her.
EBR:[/COLOR] {Blatantly}[/color] Did I come off looking like an assshole at Survival of the Fittest?
Calvin Lee:[/color] {Laughing}[/color] Yeah. You went ape shit. You’re like Frank Costanza with how you rained blows on him. Man, if you had just bit off his ear you would have been Mike Tyson. It was pretty cool.
{A blank stare is all that’s initially reciprocated.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Oh…heh…
{He tries not to draw attention to himself and makes several compulsive clicks on his mouse, in turning losing his game of Mind Sweeper. Calvin flashes a quick glance at his watch and sits up.}[/color]
Calvin Lee:[/color] Hey, you know what; I actually have to be somewhere. I’ll talk to you later, alright?
{With not so much as a lazy nod in return Calvin leaves the room as EBR bites his lip. Of course it’s cool for someone like Calvin. He’ll buy into anything EBR’s selling, but what about everyone else? To them he’ll look like the veteran who’s running a muck on the WFWF, angry at anyone who isn’t him. Someone who wants to be feared. Someone who’s calculating. Someone who’s vicious.
At least it’s familiar. The very same was wrongfully used to describe him when he was running around with Alex Sean and Calvin Lee in the stable with a silly name. Only now there’s an actual precedence for it. There’s no way to possibly get around it. Maybe everyone will see CBT as the piece of shit he is. So what? People didn’t like Master of Destruction either. Well, until EBR got involved with him. And just like then here he is thinking he’s benefiting the WFWF all the while. Any misconceptions can’t possibly be passed off onto Alex Sean. EBR IS Alex Sean in this instance.
It’s almost funny. The one time he does what he feels he’s supposed to do and it all blows up in his face. Unless everyone simply bats an eye; but that’d be far too convenient to happen, and if past months have served as any reminder it’s that’s nothing will ever simply work out for EBR. It’s almost as if he’s his own downfall.
He lightly sighs, disappointed in the now inevitably feat of having to fix the mistake he himself never even made. The WFWF screws him yet again. What’s the point in being right if people think you’re wrong anyways? He grits his teeth and stares at his white walls.
God, this room really is plain. Hrm.}[/color]
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The following is an excerpt from an unnamed interview involving one EBR. Filmed on July 31st 2007, any words spoken are in no way official and/or representing of Werner Industries.
[/size]Matthew Werner:[/color] You’ve often made the accusation that you believe people judge you as a man you’re not.
EBR:[/COLOR] Indeed.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Do you believe in some circumstances it’s warranted?
EBR:[/COLOR] Yeah, of course. A reputation comes from actions you’ve committed. It’d be nice to sit and blame other people, but I dunno…sooner or later you need to accept the consequences.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Let me rephrase; do you think it’s fair?
EBR:[/COLOR] No, but what can I really do about it? {Laughing}[/color] I already tried sitting on a log in a desert and explaining my self worth.
Matthew Werner:[/color] When you later went on to compare the situation between you and fixing the WFWF akin to Branch Rickey signing Jackie Robinson?
EBR:[/COLOR] And that’s exactly my point. You claim stupid and pretentious shit, and yeah, you’ll begin to get a bad rep for that. Though, I can’t help but feel if anything, by saying that I at least gave the WFWF a history lesson on Major League Baseball. Take the good with the bad, I suppose.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Do you blame a lot of these misconceptions on your past in the WFWF? 2003?
EBR:[/COLOR] That’s where it starts, really. The image becomes synonymous with your name when you’re a prick for nearly a year. That’s how I entered the WFWF, that’s how I initially left. So naturally, when I return several years later it’ll still be in the back of people’s mind, and still what they’ll associate you as. It’s kind of like cutting your legs out before you can learn to walk.
Matthew Werner:[/color] But I’m sure you’ll admit teaming up with Alex Sean doesn’t help change those perceptions.
EBR:[/COLOR] That’s your opinion. You can’t judge me for what Alex does.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Guilty by association.
EBR:[/COLOR] What can I say; {Chuckling}[/color] I’m a good friend. Honestly? I would have been perceived as the same man I was in 2003, whether I was with or against Alex. It’s a moot point.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Then why even try and fight it?
EBR:[/COLOR] Because it’s not who I was…well, am. It’s been embarrassing to see some of the things I did in the past. And you know, I do apologize for them. I was wrong. But it’s not just about what the WFWF and what they think of me, though admittedly it is valued. It’s about what I think of myself. As I said, I can’t watch myself from 2003. Call it an issue of maturity or what have you. It’s humbling to know you went about creating your career all wrong. And now I stand there in the WFWF and see several others make the same mistakes. And you know, that’s their business. I’m not gonna preach to deaf ears. But I think we’d all be lying to ourselves if we said they won’t regret it. You can only make an ass out of yourself so long. You cut promos on punching bags with clown faces and sooner or later all you can really say is “…I did that?”.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Then shouldn’t you only care what you think? If you believe you’re a different person why should it matter if others don’t?
EBR:[/COLOR] {Smirking}[/color] Because if everyone thinks that about you they’re probably right.
{At an instant, the picture fades.}[/color]
you to the bookers. Me wanting reparation or more so not have my resources uitlized in the most intellectually- disabled, half thought out way.
