Post by Brian Bruno on Mar 8, 2007 4:14:21 GMT -5
A rainy day in Regina, Saskatchewan. SB, and his "friend" Brian Bruno, decided to get to town early. They got a seperate room because SB wants to focus entirely on the title match and nothing else.
A back alley. The rain's really coming down - but a little bit of rain never killed anybody, did it? A large, looming figure lurks in the shadows cast from roofs on either side of the small, dirty street. He stands in nothing but his brand new, all black ring attire. He'll catch a death of cold, but he doesn't give a damn. Why?
Because he is Brian Bruno. The camera zooms in. Lying on the ground, a few yards away, is a homeless man. He's bleeding slightly from his forehead. A look at the swollen knuckles on Bruno's hand explains the situation without a need for words. Yet another rampage. What can tame this beast?
Nothing. He's free of a conscience, of the concept of right and wrong, of any human emotion. His hate for everyone and everything is all-consuming. It's not just a part of him anymore; it is what he's become. A soulless, brutal, monster. And he loves it. He revels in his madness daily - in his fierce strength, and especially in his ability to just NOT CARE. "Playtime", as he calls it, is the only bright spot of his day. The times when he can run wild, let the beast within out to prey on the living.
For all intents and purposes, his very humanity is gone. Everything that's happened, from his childhood up until family "abandoning" him, has been slowly working to build this - he never had a chance. He was doomed since birth - all the love, money, fame, and friends in the world couldn't save him.
His children were his only opportunity at redemption. Through them, he could find the strength to fight off the "real" Bruno. But they're gone now - and in his mind, there' only one person responsible. SB. He'll destroy him if it's the last thing he does. He'll make him pay. He'll have his revenge...first on him, then on his wife. And then - the world. All will know his pain. All will suffer onto him. The Harvester of Sorrow. Brian Bruno.
Brian touches his face - now covered in a beard - and smiles to himself. Playtime was fun today. And it'll be even better tomorrow. But the best? When he can stand over Andrew "Simply Beautiful" Rossi, and pound his fists into his skul. And to keep pounding until he gets the red that he wants to badly to flow freely, and play in that play, take it in his hands and smear it on his face and chest. Complete conquest - and with one crushing blow, end the "SB Mania" sweeping Canada that he's been so insanely jealous of. If he dies...that's not Brian's problem.
In between periods of complete psychosis, when Brian hunts in the shadows and waits for victims, and shorter, more infrequent periods of tranquility brought about only by heavy doses of morphine, Brian has devised his plot. His grand scheme to rid himself of SB once and for all. Once it's all over - he can be free. But before he steps on the throat of his nemesis, he'll drag the location of his wife out of him. Then he'll complete the revenge he thirsts so greatly for. Her wife's fate will be far worse than SB's...her crime is one punishable only by death. And a slow, painful one it will be. Then he'll take his children - willing or not - and leave this God forsaken country of Canada. Back to the states...to REBEL.
He throws his head back and laughs.
Suddenly, his head whips to the side. He heard something. Something off in the distance...laughter.
Bruno: Laughing? At me? AT ME!?! Where are you, little one? It's Playtime...you don't want to miss Playtime, do you? I've got so many wonderful toys!
The laughing gets closer. It's a young girls. A masculine voice accompanies it. No doubt that of a boyfriend. Bruno withdraws even deeper into the shadows, and drags the limp body of the severely beaten man into the darkness with him.
Teenager: Oh come on, a little rain never killed anyone!
The girl laughs as he tickles her under her arm.
Girl: STOP! Someone will see us! (giggles)
Teenager: No way! There's no one around here, and besides, it's pouring! Who's gonne be out?
He takes her jacket off, and they share a kiss. The girl, playing hard to get, runs over to a dumpster - mere feet away from Bruno. The camera catches him, wide-eyed, unblinking, waiting for the time to strike. The girl beckons her boyfriend over. He obliges, and trots over, through the rain and slowly rising fog that has seeped in.
Teenager: Jeez, I can't even see you. Where are you?
Girl: I can't see you either. Reach out for me!
The teenager reaches out, and feels a hand - a hand far to big to he his girlfriend's. A puzzled look crosses over his face - before he can say anything he's struck in the throat with the other first and hurled into the wall headfirst.
Girl: Hello? Where are you?
She reaches out, and grabs Bruno between the legs...
Girl: Jesus, did your thing get bigger or something?
Brian grabs her around the head and brings her in for a deep kiss...and then the fog lifts as suddenly as it came in.
Her eyes open wide. She screams. Bruno roars back in her face.
fade to black.
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SB's hotel room. He's on the ground, doing push-ups, when he hears a knock. He sits back on his knees and turns to look at the door.
SB: Who is it?
Voice: Brian.
SB: Can you come back later man? I'm doin' my workout.
Bruno: I bought you something. Well, not you actually. It's a birthday present for Suzanna.
SB: (sighs) Alright, hold on. Just drop it off though, I need to watch some film and then do my freeweight routine before I head to the gym for some sparring.
Bruno: Who you sparring with?
SB: Sakai from Next Gen. I figured I may as well work with a shooter if I'm taking on Ravager.
SB walks over and opens the door.
Bruno: It's just a little something. Picked it up at the mall.
He hands him a sweater - the same sweater the young girl had on in the alley.
SB: Aw, man, you shouldn't have.
Bruno: Think she'll like it?
SB: Oh yeah, definetely. Thanks.
Bruno: Don't mention it. Alright, I'm out. Josh Reynolds called...he wants to interview me or some shit.
SB: Ah, Reynolds. My favorite target. It's too easy, really. You gonna mess with him?
Bruno: (smiles) You can say that. (turns around and walks away) Catch ya later, SB.
SB: Yeah, catch ya later.
SB closes the door, and picks up the TV remote from the table before heading over to the couch to watch Ravager/SB from 1/9/07 Tuesday Night Fights. He looks down at the sweater in his hands.
SB: I wonder where he got this?
He shrugs, and the shot fades out...
A back alley. The rain's really coming down - but a little bit of rain never killed anybody, did it? A large, looming figure lurks in the shadows cast from roofs on either side of the small, dirty street. He stands in nothing but his brand new, all black ring attire. He'll catch a death of cold, but he doesn't give a damn. Why?
Because he is Brian Bruno. The camera zooms in. Lying on the ground, a few yards away, is a homeless man. He's bleeding slightly from his forehead. A look at the swollen knuckles on Bruno's hand explains the situation without a need for words. Yet another rampage. What can tame this beast?
Nothing. He's free of a conscience, of the concept of right and wrong, of any human emotion. His hate for everyone and everything is all-consuming. It's not just a part of him anymore; it is what he's become. A soulless, brutal, monster. And he loves it. He revels in his madness daily - in his fierce strength, and especially in his ability to just NOT CARE. "Playtime", as he calls it, is the only bright spot of his day. The times when he can run wild, let the beast within out to prey on the living.
For all intents and purposes, his very humanity is gone. Everything that's happened, from his childhood up until family "abandoning" him, has been slowly working to build this - he never had a chance. He was doomed since birth - all the love, money, fame, and friends in the world couldn't save him.
His children were his only opportunity at redemption. Through them, he could find the strength to fight off the "real" Bruno. But they're gone now - and in his mind, there' only one person responsible. SB. He'll destroy him if it's the last thing he does. He'll make him pay. He'll have his revenge...first on him, then on his wife. And then - the world. All will know his pain. All will suffer onto him. The Harvester of Sorrow. Brian Bruno.
Brian touches his face - now covered in a beard - and smiles to himself. Playtime was fun today. And it'll be even better tomorrow. But the best? When he can stand over Andrew "Simply Beautiful" Rossi, and pound his fists into his skul. And to keep pounding until he gets the red that he wants to badly to flow freely, and play in that play, take it in his hands and smear it on his face and chest. Complete conquest - and with one crushing blow, end the "SB Mania" sweeping Canada that he's been so insanely jealous of. If he dies...that's not Brian's problem.
In between periods of complete psychosis, when Brian hunts in the shadows and waits for victims, and shorter, more infrequent periods of tranquility brought about only by heavy doses of morphine, Brian has devised his plot. His grand scheme to rid himself of SB once and for all. Once it's all over - he can be free. But before he steps on the throat of his nemesis, he'll drag the location of his wife out of him. Then he'll complete the revenge he thirsts so greatly for. Her wife's fate will be far worse than SB's...her crime is one punishable only by death. And a slow, painful one it will be. Then he'll take his children - willing or not - and leave this God forsaken country of Canada. Back to the states...to REBEL.
He throws his head back and laughs.
Suddenly, his head whips to the side. He heard something. Something off in the distance...laughter.
Bruno: Laughing? At me? AT ME!?! Where are you, little one? It's Playtime...you don't want to miss Playtime, do you? I've got so many wonderful toys!
The laughing gets closer. It's a young girls. A masculine voice accompanies it. No doubt that of a boyfriend. Bruno withdraws even deeper into the shadows, and drags the limp body of the severely beaten man into the darkness with him.
Teenager: Oh come on, a little rain never killed anyone!
The girl laughs as he tickles her under her arm.
Girl: STOP! Someone will see us! (giggles)
Teenager: No way! There's no one around here, and besides, it's pouring! Who's gonne be out?
He takes her jacket off, and they share a kiss. The girl, playing hard to get, runs over to a dumpster - mere feet away from Bruno. The camera catches him, wide-eyed, unblinking, waiting for the time to strike. The girl beckons her boyfriend over. He obliges, and trots over, through the rain and slowly rising fog that has seeped in.
Teenager: Jeez, I can't even see you. Where are you?
Girl: I can't see you either. Reach out for me!
The teenager reaches out, and feels a hand - a hand far to big to he his girlfriend's. A puzzled look crosses over his face - before he can say anything he's struck in the throat with the other first and hurled into the wall headfirst.
Girl: Hello? Where are you?
She reaches out, and grabs Bruno between the legs...
Girl: Jesus, did your thing get bigger or something?
Brian grabs her around the head and brings her in for a deep kiss...and then the fog lifts as suddenly as it came in.
Her eyes open wide. She screams. Bruno roars back in her face.
fade to black.
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SB's hotel room. He's on the ground, doing push-ups, when he hears a knock. He sits back on his knees and turns to look at the door.
SB: Who is it?
Voice: Brian.
SB: Can you come back later man? I'm doin' my workout.
Bruno: I bought you something. Well, not you actually. It's a birthday present for Suzanna.
SB: (sighs) Alright, hold on. Just drop it off though, I need to watch some film and then do my freeweight routine before I head to the gym for some sparring.
Bruno: Who you sparring with?
SB: Sakai from Next Gen. I figured I may as well work with a shooter if I'm taking on Ravager.
SB walks over and opens the door.
Bruno: It's just a little something. Picked it up at the mall.
He hands him a sweater - the same sweater the young girl had on in the alley.
SB: Aw, man, you shouldn't have.
Bruno: Think she'll like it?
SB: Oh yeah, definetely. Thanks.
Bruno: Don't mention it. Alright, I'm out. Josh Reynolds called...he wants to interview me or some shit.
SB: Ah, Reynolds. My favorite target. It's too easy, really. You gonna mess with him?
Bruno: (smiles) You can say that. (turns around and walks away) Catch ya later, SB.
SB: Yeah, catch ya later.
SB closes the door, and picks up the TV remote from the table before heading over to the couch to watch Ravager/SB from 1/9/07 Tuesday Night Fights. He looks down at the sweater in his hands.
SB: I wonder where he got this?
He shrugs, and the shot fades out...