Post by robbiebourbon on Jan 19, 2019 23:30:01 GMT -6
Robbie Bourbon, one of the newest signees in Millenium Wrestling, has just been booked in his first match.
What does that mean?
NEW YEAR NEW YOU
We open to see the Robbie Bourbon dojo for the Competitive Arts, a large building which looks like it used to be a supermarket surrounded by highrise apartment buildings in Alexandria, Virginia.
"What is this place?"
A voice behind the camera asks a very valid question. The nature of Robbie's being is fairly in question. The camera moves onward, hopefully to answer that question. As it progresses inward through the large glass double doors, we see the interior. To the left is a ring, wherein people seem to be training alongside instructors in the art of professional wrestling. Up ahead in the far corner we see an actual Dunkin Donuts, where folks from all walks of life enjoy donuts, coffee, and all other specialties. Up on the right, moving clockwise, in the far corner, is a massive kitchen, with several cooking spaces, in what looks to be a culinary academy. Quite a strange sight for a 'dojo'. In the near right corner we see a studio set aside where several people are doing yoga, all of whom are screaming and hollering as they do so.
Dead center of all of this is an enclosure with several television screens mounted on the outside, showing news broadcasts, the Food Network, up to date broadcasts from MENTV, and even basic movies and cartoons. The atmosphere within seems cordial, but safe, a haven from the cruelties of the outside world. The enclosure itself has a door, which opens. Through it steps Robbie Bourbon. He smiles, pushing the creases of his mask up, and waves as he approaches the camera. Besides his mask, he is bedecked in a tidy, if not modest, short sleeved plaid button down shirt which is not tucked into a very faded pair of jeans, which cascade over the toes of worn, scuffed work boots. Considering the expanse of his "dojo", his ensemble looks cheaper than what one could find at a Goodwill.
Oh, hi! You're the guys from Millenium! Great to see you!
Well, I wanted to formally introduce myself since I'm new around here.
Welcome to the dojo!
Robbie looks past the crew, then back at the camera.
So, who's interviewing me?
Robbie's smile fades as he looks past the cameras. He blinks, hard, and rubs his eyes.
Doing this from the ground up. I forgot. Was the big fish in a small pond, gotta work my way up the food chain.
Robbie looks back at the camera stoicly.
Then I suppose I will just address the Millenium Universe at Millenium.
Robbie looks past the camera at the crew.
You guys want something to eat? We got a Dunkin if you're up for something sweet, and whatever the students in the culinary arts studio are making, while experimental, at best, are served free of charge to the public. I think they were trying their hand at rosemary chicken...
Robbie sniffs the air.
....someone got it right, I think. But the local homeless shelters, rehab clinics, and old folks homes will be by to pick up whatever shit they made here in a half hour, so help yourselves.
Fade out.
What does that mean?
NEW YEAR NEW YOU
We open to see the Robbie Bourbon dojo for the Competitive Arts, a large building which looks like it used to be a supermarket surrounded by highrise apartment buildings in Alexandria, Virginia.
"What is this place?"
A voice behind the camera asks a very valid question. The nature of Robbie's being is fairly in question. The camera moves onward, hopefully to answer that question. As it progresses inward through the large glass double doors, we see the interior. To the left is a ring, wherein people seem to be training alongside instructors in the art of professional wrestling. Up ahead in the far corner we see an actual Dunkin Donuts, where folks from all walks of life enjoy donuts, coffee, and all other specialties. Up on the right, moving clockwise, in the far corner, is a massive kitchen, with several cooking spaces, in what looks to be a culinary academy. Quite a strange sight for a 'dojo'. In the near right corner we see a studio set aside where several people are doing yoga, all of whom are screaming and hollering as they do so.
Dead center of all of this is an enclosure with several television screens mounted on the outside, showing news broadcasts, the Food Network, up to date broadcasts from MENTV, and even basic movies and cartoons. The atmosphere within seems cordial, but safe, a haven from the cruelties of the outside world. The enclosure itself has a door, which opens. Through it steps Robbie Bourbon. He smiles, pushing the creases of his mask up, and waves as he approaches the camera. Besides his mask, he is bedecked in a tidy, if not modest, short sleeved plaid button down shirt which is not tucked into a very faded pair of jeans, which cascade over the toes of worn, scuffed work boots. Considering the expanse of his "dojo", his ensemble looks cheaper than what one could find at a Goodwill.
Oh, hi! You're the guys from Millenium! Great to see you!
Well, I wanted to formally introduce myself since I'm new around here.
Welcome to the dojo!
Robbie looks past the crew, then back at the camera.
So, who's interviewing me?
Robbie's smile fades as he looks past the cameras. He blinks, hard, and rubs his eyes.
Doing this from the ground up. I forgot. Was the big fish in a small pond, gotta work my way up the food chain.
Robbie looks back at the camera stoicly.
Then I suppose I will just address the Millenium Universe at Millenium.
Robbie looks past the camera at the crew.
You guys want something to eat? We got a Dunkin if you're up for something sweet, and whatever the students in the culinary arts studio are making, while experimental, at best, are served free of charge to the public. I think they were trying their hand at rosemary chicken...
Robbie sniffs the air.
....someone got it right, I think. But the local homeless shelters, rehab clinics, and old folks homes will be by to pick up whatever shit they made here in a half hour, so help yourselves.
Fade out.