Post by Brian Bruno on Feb 4, 2007 9:48:00 GMT -5
Fade in. Brian Bruno, in full ring attire, is standing in a doorway. The look on his face is one of complete insanity – he’s gone off the deep end again.
The room has been torn nearly to pieces. The window pane is shattered, leaving glimmering bits of glass all over the chestnut colored rug. The bed is overturned, and the frame has been somehow broken in half, with large hunks of wood scattered about. The sheets are torn up, and several holes have been either punched or head butted into the wall.
Brian stands MASSIVE in the doorframe, taking up all of its space. He breathes heavily, and sweat pours down his body. His muscles glimmer in the flash bulb light, the only object in the room that hasn’t been destroyed apparently. He even smashed his fist in the face of a large Grandfather clock, putting a huge hole in it.
As he glances over his handiwork, he almost smiles – and then falls down in a heap, as though he were shot or stabbed in the back. Clutching his knee in pain, Brian cries out with a mighty, deafening roar that nearly shakes the camera.. In his fury, he’s re-injured his knee! He shouts, but there’s no one within ear shot to help him. All of the hotel’s doors are sound proof, for the privacy of the other guests. As he rolls onto his side, he begins to crawl along the floor, grunting in pain the whole time. He finally makes it over to his bag, and pulls out a small, brown wooden box. He seems hesitant to open it, as if he is afraid what’s inside.
After a few moments of deliberation, and sharp pain to his knee, he thrusts the box open and drops it on the floor in front of him as he pulls himself up onto the bed.
He looks down at the box, and thinks for a moment. After all he’s been through – the mental torture, the visions and dreams, and the moment of epiphany – is he ready to give it up now? Will be succumb to what may be the ONLY thing that can cure his pain? He reaches down with a single hand, but pulls it back quickly, rapidly shaking his head, as if to say no. He stands up, ignoring the pain, and picks up the box – AND SMASHES IT OVER HIS HEAD, SHATTERING IT! Blood starts flow freely and abundantly from his head, and he lets out another primal scream and begins to beat on his chest.
He has conquered the demons. Now, it’s time to conquer Kurt Castle. The Provincial Champion, and the man who started all this destruction in the first place.
Little does he know that he shouldn’t be taking pride at sending Brian “off the deep end” – it is, in fact, quite hazardous to his health to provoke Brian in such a way. He is the kind of person who becomes more focused and deadly the angrier he becomes. Castle has a sharp wit and would probably easily defeat Brian in a war of words. But not even a silver tongue can win a match. Brian isn’t interested in verbally assaulting Castle any more than he actually has – the promo he cut is a duty expected of all NAPW wrestlers, and he did the best he could with it.
No, what he’s interested in is the war in the RING. He smiles, sticking his tongue out to taste his own blood. He knows that he may taste it once more at Cold Snap, but he plans on making Castle taste his own in return.
The near relapse, coupled with Castle’s promo, was all Brian needed to stir himself into a frenzy, a wild, violent tirade to get him in the intense mindframe he loves to be in for all his matches. Right now, Brian is about as destructive as a US Army Tank. And he can keep that feeling, that rage, and focus it for long amounts of time – by the time Cold Snap rolls around, he’ll be at fever pitch. And then, he’ll do exactly what he said he would – destroy Kurt Castle, and start his own personal vendetta to rid the NAPW of the Untouchables. Victory after victory, assault after assault, he’ll take them all down, with help from anyone willing to follow. SB’s friend Ravager? Shit, if he’s Untouchable, he ain’t NAPW; and he ain’t Brian’s friend. If he has to, he’ll take down SB if he’s a traitor.
But first comes Castle. First comes the cocky, smart-ass Chris Casino wanna-be who currently holds the Provincial Championship. BRUNO’S Provincial Championship.
Bruno finally speaks: in a low, raspy, Syco Sid-like whisper.
Bruno: You think you know what crazy is, Kurt? You don’t know nothin’. You think you know what tough is? You ain’t tougher then me, not by a longshot. Keep talking shit about me, Kurt, I’m begging you to – I want you to, in fact. It’s all I need, just a little more motivation, just a little more dedication, a bit more fuel to add to the fire. But be warned, Kurt. When this ball of gasoline goes “boom”, that’s the end of your title run.
Bruno: I know you’re scared – and you can’t hide it anymore, Castle. You wonder why I hate you? You’re (BLEEP)in’ around with my home, son. And the Royal Foundation could tell you what happens when you do that. You get hurt, hurt real damn bad. NAPW is my home. You declare war on NAPW, you declare war on ME.
Bruno: And soon, that war will be fought. Don’t worry about me wasting all my energy before Cold Snap – I’m saving up enough to hand you your ass twelve times over. You're untouchable? I'm uncontrollable. At Cold snap, I'm taking your belt...
...And when it’s all over, you’ll see…red. (smiles)
Brian smears blood from his head onto his hands, and then covers the camera lens with it. The screen goes a dark, murky red for a moment and then quickly fades to black.
The room has been torn nearly to pieces. The window pane is shattered, leaving glimmering bits of glass all over the chestnut colored rug. The bed is overturned, and the frame has been somehow broken in half, with large hunks of wood scattered about. The sheets are torn up, and several holes have been either punched or head butted into the wall.
Brian stands MASSIVE in the doorframe, taking up all of its space. He breathes heavily, and sweat pours down his body. His muscles glimmer in the flash bulb light, the only object in the room that hasn’t been destroyed apparently. He even smashed his fist in the face of a large Grandfather clock, putting a huge hole in it.
As he glances over his handiwork, he almost smiles – and then falls down in a heap, as though he were shot or stabbed in the back. Clutching his knee in pain, Brian cries out with a mighty, deafening roar that nearly shakes the camera.. In his fury, he’s re-injured his knee! He shouts, but there’s no one within ear shot to help him. All of the hotel’s doors are sound proof, for the privacy of the other guests. As he rolls onto his side, he begins to crawl along the floor, grunting in pain the whole time. He finally makes it over to his bag, and pulls out a small, brown wooden box. He seems hesitant to open it, as if he is afraid what’s inside.
After a few moments of deliberation, and sharp pain to his knee, he thrusts the box open and drops it on the floor in front of him as he pulls himself up onto the bed.
He looks down at the box, and thinks for a moment. After all he’s been through – the mental torture, the visions and dreams, and the moment of epiphany – is he ready to give it up now? Will be succumb to what may be the ONLY thing that can cure his pain? He reaches down with a single hand, but pulls it back quickly, rapidly shaking his head, as if to say no. He stands up, ignoring the pain, and picks up the box – AND SMASHES IT OVER HIS HEAD, SHATTERING IT! Blood starts flow freely and abundantly from his head, and he lets out another primal scream and begins to beat on his chest.
He has conquered the demons. Now, it’s time to conquer Kurt Castle. The Provincial Champion, and the man who started all this destruction in the first place.
Little does he know that he shouldn’t be taking pride at sending Brian “off the deep end” – it is, in fact, quite hazardous to his health to provoke Brian in such a way. He is the kind of person who becomes more focused and deadly the angrier he becomes. Castle has a sharp wit and would probably easily defeat Brian in a war of words. But not even a silver tongue can win a match. Brian isn’t interested in verbally assaulting Castle any more than he actually has – the promo he cut is a duty expected of all NAPW wrestlers, and he did the best he could with it.
No, what he’s interested in is the war in the RING. He smiles, sticking his tongue out to taste his own blood. He knows that he may taste it once more at Cold Snap, but he plans on making Castle taste his own in return.
The near relapse, coupled with Castle’s promo, was all Brian needed to stir himself into a frenzy, a wild, violent tirade to get him in the intense mindframe he loves to be in for all his matches. Right now, Brian is about as destructive as a US Army Tank. And he can keep that feeling, that rage, and focus it for long amounts of time – by the time Cold Snap rolls around, he’ll be at fever pitch. And then, he’ll do exactly what he said he would – destroy Kurt Castle, and start his own personal vendetta to rid the NAPW of the Untouchables. Victory after victory, assault after assault, he’ll take them all down, with help from anyone willing to follow. SB’s friend Ravager? Shit, if he’s Untouchable, he ain’t NAPW; and he ain’t Brian’s friend. If he has to, he’ll take down SB if he’s a traitor.
But first comes Castle. First comes the cocky, smart-ass Chris Casino wanna-be who currently holds the Provincial Championship. BRUNO’S Provincial Championship.
Bruno finally speaks: in a low, raspy, Syco Sid-like whisper.
Bruno: You think you know what crazy is, Kurt? You don’t know nothin’. You think you know what tough is? You ain’t tougher then me, not by a longshot. Keep talking shit about me, Kurt, I’m begging you to – I want you to, in fact. It’s all I need, just a little more motivation, just a little more dedication, a bit more fuel to add to the fire. But be warned, Kurt. When this ball of gasoline goes “boom”, that’s the end of your title run.
Bruno: I know you’re scared – and you can’t hide it anymore, Castle. You wonder why I hate you? You’re (BLEEP)in’ around with my home, son. And the Royal Foundation could tell you what happens when you do that. You get hurt, hurt real damn bad. NAPW is my home. You declare war on NAPW, you declare war on ME.
Bruno: And soon, that war will be fought. Don’t worry about me wasting all my energy before Cold Snap – I’m saving up enough to hand you your ass twelve times over. You're untouchable? I'm uncontrollable. At Cold snap, I'm taking your belt...
...And when it’s all over, you’ll see…red. (smiles)
Brian smears blood from his head onto his hands, and then covers the camera lens with it. The screen goes a dark, murky red for a moment and then quickly fades to black.