Post by Simply Beautiful on Feb 16, 2007 0:54:26 GMT -5
"OHHHH, YOU'RE THE REAL (BLEEP)IN' DEAL?
Bad news for Lloyd. I can't find Bickle - so now, all the focus is on you. All that hate? It's all saved up for you. And I ain't gonna stop until I look down at your beaten, bloodied carcass in victory. (BLEEP) you, newfie."
Fade in. SB in front of an NAPW banner. He's in street clothes - plain white tee, jeans. His goatee has grown into a scraggly beard. No cockiness, nothing funny. SB is on a rampage.
SB: LLOYD, LLOYD, LLOOOOOYYYD! You know something, me and you have been something of a pressure cooker, haven't we? It all started in October - you remember, don't you? When Yellow Chicken and ME, ESS-BEE, handed you back to back losses following your title win. I said something that struck a cord - you opened your fish-filled mouth in response long enough to say something so (BLEEP)in' ignorant, it defied PHYSICS.
You wanted a match with....ME? The whole wrestling world laughed at you, Lloyd. I beat you. You can say whatever the (BLEEP) you want about it, Popeye, but I beat you.
You got off easy - I never did get another chance with you one on one. Instead, you sat fat and happy with your belt until you LOST it. Your buddies, the ones who saved you from the NYN, the most devastating move in wrestling today, they're all gone. With nothing left to protect yourself from me, you turn to the one guy I HATE as much as you, Bickle, and Casino - David (BLEEP)in' Banks. You sneak attacked me for weeks. You did everything you could to keep me down, out of FEAR, Lloyd. You knew that one on one you could never stop me, you were trying to put me out of wrestling for good.
But you (BLEEP)ed up Lloyd. I'm. Still. STANDING! You ganged up on me, two on one - and you couldn't keep me down. Shit, I had you (BLEEP)s beat. For all your effort, with everything you threw at me - even in defeating me, LLoyd - you COULDN'T EVEN WOUND ME! You had me locked in that hold for five damn minutes. FIVE. You kicked me off the ropes, you SCREAMED at me to tap, but I wouldn't. Only when I knew my neck was going to break did I tap, but I walked out on my own. I defied you, and your master (BLEEP)in' plan. You couldn't kill SB, you couldn't take the blood from my flesh. You couldn't break my bones.
And you couldn't rip the spirit from my body. I walked out of there a loser, I won't bitch about it. I gave it everything I had, all my strength and effort - and I lost. But I proved something to you, Lloyd. And I know that in the back of your mind, you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. No matter what you do to me - however bad you beat me, however much you plan to make me suffer. Even if you try to kill me, Lloyd. I'll keep coming after you. If you knock me out, tell the ref TO WAKE ME UP, because I'M NOT QUITTING! If you break my legs, don't let the doctor stop the match - I'll CRAWL AFTER YOU! I'll FIGHT YOU TO THE GOD DAMN DEATH, LLOYD! BECAUSE IF I STILL GOT THAT POUDING IN CHEST, I CAN BEAT YOU! AS LONG AS I BREATHE, I'M A THREAT!
Breathes heavily, ans spits on the ground.
SB: And I don't want anything more than to tear your head off. I want to play in your blood, I wanna drag you face first through hell and put the flames out with my fists. I want you to look me in the eyes and know you've met your maker, Lloyd. I'm SB, and I'm here to KILL YOU, Rees.
SB: This match next week, we play for blood Lloyd. We play for KEEPS. My only goal is takin' you out. Redeeming myself. And finally shutting that fat (BLEEP)in' mouth of yours. I don't give a shit about anything else. (BLEEP) titles. (BLEEP) the press. Shit, (BLEEP) NEW ALBERTA PRO. (BLEEP) anybody who wants to get in my way between me and you.
SB moves in on the camera, his face taking up the whole screen. His eyes are bloodshot, his face flushed.
SB: I hate you. With all I got, I hate you Lloyd. You wanna take me out? Here's your chance. (camera moves back out, he spreads his arms out) Take a shot right at my heart. I'll even give you one. I wanna see the look in your eyes when you hit me with everything you got, and I just don't go down. Tuesday Night Fights, February twentieth...it's WAR.
fade out, SB staring wild-eyed into the camera.
Bad news for Lloyd. I can't find Bickle - so now, all the focus is on you. All that hate? It's all saved up for you. And I ain't gonna stop until I look down at your beaten, bloodied carcass in victory. (BLEEP) you, newfie."
Fade in. SB in front of an NAPW banner. He's in street clothes - plain white tee, jeans. His goatee has grown into a scraggly beard. No cockiness, nothing funny. SB is on a rampage.
SB: LLOYD, LLOYD, LLOOOOOYYYD! You know something, me and you have been something of a pressure cooker, haven't we? It all started in October - you remember, don't you? When Yellow Chicken and ME, ESS-BEE, handed you back to back losses following your title win. I said something that struck a cord - you opened your fish-filled mouth in response long enough to say something so (BLEEP)in' ignorant, it defied PHYSICS.
You wanted a match with....ME? The whole wrestling world laughed at you, Lloyd. I beat you. You can say whatever the (BLEEP) you want about it, Popeye, but I beat you.
You got off easy - I never did get another chance with you one on one. Instead, you sat fat and happy with your belt until you LOST it. Your buddies, the ones who saved you from the NYN, the most devastating move in wrestling today, they're all gone. With nothing left to protect yourself from me, you turn to the one guy I HATE as much as you, Bickle, and Casino - David (BLEEP)in' Banks. You sneak attacked me for weeks. You did everything you could to keep me down, out of FEAR, Lloyd. You knew that one on one you could never stop me, you were trying to put me out of wrestling for good.
But you (BLEEP)ed up Lloyd. I'm. Still. STANDING! You ganged up on me, two on one - and you couldn't keep me down. Shit, I had you (BLEEP)s beat. For all your effort, with everything you threw at me - even in defeating me, LLoyd - you COULDN'T EVEN WOUND ME! You had me locked in that hold for five damn minutes. FIVE. You kicked me off the ropes, you SCREAMED at me to tap, but I wouldn't. Only when I knew my neck was going to break did I tap, but I walked out on my own. I defied you, and your master (BLEEP)in' plan. You couldn't kill SB, you couldn't take the blood from my flesh. You couldn't break my bones.
And you couldn't rip the spirit from my body. I walked out of there a loser, I won't bitch about it. I gave it everything I had, all my strength and effort - and I lost. But I proved something to you, Lloyd. And I know that in the back of your mind, you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. No matter what you do to me - however bad you beat me, however much you plan to make me suffer. Even if you try to kill me, Lloyd. I'll keep coming after you. If you knock me out, tell the ref TO WAKE ME UP, because I'M NOT QUITTING! If you break my legs, don't let the doctor stop the match - I'll CRAWL AFTER YOU! I'll FIGHT YOU TO THE GOD DAMN DEATH, LLOYD! BECAUSE IF I STILL GOT THAT POUDING IN CHEST, I CAN BEAT YOU! AS LONG AS I BREATHE, I'M A THREAT!
Breathes heavily, ans spits on the ground.
SB: And I don't want anything more than to tear your head off. I want to play in your blood, I wanna drag you face first through hell and put the flames out with my fists. I want you to look me in the eyes and know you've met your maker, Lloyd. I'm SB, and I'm here to KILL YOU, Rees.
SB: This match next week, we play for blood Lloyd. We play for KEEPS. My only goal is takin' you out. Redeeming myself. And finally shutting that fat (BLEEP)in' mouth of yours. I don't give a shit about anything else. (BLEEP) titles. (BLEEP) the press. Shit, (BLEEP) NEW ALBERTA PRO. (BLEEP) anybody who wants to get in my way between me and you.
SB moves in on the camera, his face taking up the whole screen. His eyes are bloodshot, his face flushed.
SB: I hate you. With all I got, I hate you Lloyd. You wanna take me out? Here's your chance. (camera moves back out, he spreads his arms out) Take a shot right at my heart. I'll even give you one. I wanna see the look in your eyes when you hit me with everything you got, and I just don't go down. Tuesday Night Fights, February twentieth...it's WAR.
fade out, SB staring wild-eyed into the camera.