Post by Bruce "The Beast" Richards on Mar 9, 2007 20:26:20 GMT -5
BILL FLEMING: I don't think you have anything to worry about.
(Fade up. Bruce "The Beast" Richards and his manager, Bill Fleming, are sitting in the Denny's restaurant in Regina, Saskatchewan. It's about noon, and traffic is getting heavy in the restaurant; trucks pulling in off the highway for a lunchtime stop, business colleagues coming in for a cheap lunch, and high-school kids coming in to drink coffee and split an appetizer. Puddles that formed from the rainstorm the night before dry in the bright sun. Bruce is absent-mindedly playing with his scrambled eggs, while Bill is pouring syrup all over his stack of pancakes.)
BRUCE RICHARDS: (Looking up from his breakfast.) Huh?
BILL FLEMING: I said, I don't think you have anything to worry about, Bruce.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Ah.
BILL FLEMING: I mean, first of all, Kyle will be too involved in his own match to be much of a distraction when you're in the ring. He'll be too busy to run in and interfere.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Bill, really? You were our manager for over half of a year, you should have figured this out. Kyle Roberts is NEVER too busy to interfere in a match. He'll somehow find the time in his busy schedule to run in and screw with me.
BILL FLEMING: Okay, but, it's likely he'll have his match FIRST in the night--
BRUCE RICHARDS: Why?
BILL FLEMING: Because you're a bigger star than he is, Bruce, and they don't want to bury their bigger draw earlier in the card.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Wow, Bill, you said that so convincingly, I almost believed it.
BILL FLEMING: That's my job. Anyhow, after his match, he'll be pretty hurt from tangling with Nightmare, what with you not being there to help him out. (Chuckles to himself; Bruce doesn't even crack a smile.) Besides, he'll have to deal with me, and he won't want to tussle with me, let me tell you. (Rubs his neck.) In fact, I hope he DOES come out. I've got a score to settle with that little bastard.
BRUCE RICHARDS: No offense, Bill, but you're no wrestler. Why should Kyle be afraid of you?
BILL FLEMING: (Puts his figner to his nose.) Secret weapon, Bruce. If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret, would it?
BRUCE RICHARDS: (Nods as he sips his coffee.) Fair enough.
BILL FLEMING: I tell you, Bruce, You don't have anything to worry about.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Except for Bruno.
BILL FLEMING: Right. Except for him.
BRUCE RICHARDS: You know, when he first started here, Brian seemed like a decent enough guy. Family man, good sport, heck of a wrestler. Hell, he even came and visited me in the hospital. Bought me a get-well tie and everything. Rex even vouched for him, back in the day.
BILL FLEMING: We both should realize, Bruce; nobody's exactly who you expect them to be.
BRUCE RICHARDS: (A darkness clouds Bruce Richards' face.) Yeah.
BILL FLEMING: At least Brian has a reason for going crazy. His family disappearing and all. He lost everything that mattered to him.
BRUCE RICHARDS: I lost someone too. I lost my best friend. Not the same thing as losing your kid, although sometimes he acted enough like it. But Brian started losing it before his wife left him. I hoped he wouldn't let it destroy him, but...we see what's happened to him.
BILL FLEMING: I don't know much about that, Bruce. Brian seemed okay to me.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Trust me. I could see it in his eyes. He tried to hide it with his All-American persona, but sometimes, when you really looked at him? You could see the fire behind his eyes. The hate. Everywhere he looked, you could see that, even though he might have been smiling, he was disgusted with what he saw. Because he was disgusted with himself. He hated himself. It's displacement, Bill. Take what you feel about yourself and put it on things in the outside world. You can't hide something like that forever.
BILL FLEMING: You're the psychology guy. Maybe you can give him the therapy he needs?
BRUCE RICHARDS: You can't just beat the devil out of someone, Bill. Brian's problems won't go away after I destroy him in the ring. In fact, they'll probably get worse. If he hates himself this much now, how much more will he hate himself after he loses to me? One more loss, a handful more reasons that he knows he's not good enough, he's not talented enough, he's not smart enough. How much more angry is that going to make him?
BILL FLEMING: What, you saying you don't want to beat him?
BRUCE RICHARDS: I'm not saying that. I'm saying that when I beat him, I'd better make it him look good. Otherwise, who knows what more damage I could do? How much more disturbed can I make him?
(Bill and Bruce continue talking as the camera pans past them to the television in the corner of the restaurant. The noontime news program is playing. The announcer talks over a montage, footage of ambulances and police cars surrounding an alleyway, lights flashing.)
NEWS ANNOUNCER: Still no leads after a brutal attack last night in downtown Regina. The bodies of three victims were found In an alley behind Tramp's Music & Books on Scanth Street at about six o'clock yesterday evening. Two of the victims, students at Miller Composite High School, are in stable conditionat Regina General Hospital; another man, unrelated to the two teenagers, is in critical condition. Police are urging anyone with any information regarding this crime to call Crimestoppers now.
(Fade to black.)
(Fade up. Bruce "The Beast" Richards and his manager, Bill Fleming, are sitting in the Denny's restaurant in Regina, Saskatchewan. It's about noon, and traffic is getting heavy in the restaurant; trucks pulling in off the highway for a lunchtime stop, business colleagues coming in for a cheap lunch, and high-school kids coming in to drink coffee and split an appetizer. Puddles that formed from the rainstorm the night before dry in the bright sun. Bruce is absent-mindedly playing with his scrambled eggs, while Bill is pouring syrup all over his stack of pancakes.)
BRUCE RICHARDS: (Looking up from his breakfast.) Huh?
BILL FLEMING: I said, I don't think you have anything to worry about, Bruce.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Ah.
BILL FLEMING: I mean, first of all, Kyle will be too involved in his own match to be much of a distraction when you're in the ring. He'll be too busy to run in and interfere.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Bill, really? You were our manager for over half of a year, you should have figured this out. Kyle Roberts is NEVER too busy to interfere in a match. He'll somehow find the time in his busy schedule to run in and screw with me.
BILL FLEMING: Okay, but, it's likely he'll have his match FIRST in the night--
BRUCE RICHARDS: Why?
BILL FLEMING: Because you're a bigger star than he is, Bruce, and they don't want to bury their bigger draw earlier in the card.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Wow, Bill, you said that so convincingly, I almost believed it.
BILL FLEMING: That's my job. Anyhow, after his match, he'll be pretty hurt from tangling with Nightmare, what with you not being there to help him out. (Chuckles to himself; Bruce doesn't even crack a smile.) Besides, he'll have to deal with me, and he won't want to tussle with me, let me tell you. (Rubs his neck.) In fact, I hope he DOES come out. I've got a score to settle with that little bastard.
BRUCE RICHARDS: No offense, Bill, but you're no wrestler. Why should Kyle be afraid of you?
BILL FLEMING: (Puts his figner to his nose.) Secret weapon, Bruce. If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret, would it?
BRUCE RICHARDS: (Nods as he sips his coffee.) Fair enough.
BILL FLEMING: I tell you, Bruce, You don't have anything to worry about.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Except for Bruno.
BILL FLEMING: Right. Except for him.
BRUCE RICHARDS: You know, when he first started here, Brian seemed like a decent enough guy. Family man, good sport, heck of a wrestler. Hell, he even came and visited me in the hospital. Bought me a get-well tie and everything. Rex even vouched for him, back in the day.
BILL FLEMING: We both should realize, Bruce; nobody's exactly who you expect them to be.
BRUCE RICHARDS: (A darkness clouds Bruce Richards' face.) Yeah.
BILL FLEMING: At least Brian has a reason for going crazy. His family disappearing and all. He lost everything that mattered to him.
BRUCE RICHARDS: I lost someone too. I lost my best friend. Not the same thing as losing your kid, although sometimes he acted enough like it. But Brian started losing it before his wife left him. I hoped he wouldn't let it destroy him, but...we see what's happened to him.
BILL FLEMING: I don't know much about that, Bruce. Brian seemed okay to me.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Trust me. I could see it in his eyes. He tried to hide it with his All-American persona, but sometimes, when you really looked at him? You could see the fire behind his eyes. The hate. Everywhere he looked, you could see that, even though he might have been smiling, he was disgusted with what he saw. Because he was disgusted with himself. He hated himself. It's displacement, Bill. Take what you feel about yourself and put it on things in the outside world. You can't hide something like that forever.
BILL FLEMING: You're the psychology guy. Maybe you can give him the therapy he needs?
BRUCE RICHARDS: You can't just beat the devil out of someone, Bill. Brian's problems won't go away after I destroy him in the ring. In fact, they'll probably get worse. If he hates himself this much now, how much more will he hate himself after he loses to me? One more loss, a handful more reasons that he knows he's not good enough, he's not talented enough, he's not smart enough. How much more angry is that going to make him?
BILL FLEMING: What, you saying you don't want to beat him?
BRUCE RICHARDS: I'm not saying that. I'm saying that when I beat him, I'd better make it him look good. Otherwise, who knows what more damage I could do? How much more disturbed can I make him?
(Bill and Bruce continue talking as the camera pans past them to the television in the corner of the restaurant. The noontime news program is playing. The announcer talks over a montage, footage of ambulances and police cars surrounding an alleyway, lights flashing.)
NEWS ANNOUNCER: Still no leads after a brutal attack last night in downtown Regina. The bodies of three victims were found In an alley behind Tramp's Music & Books on Scanth Street at about six o'clock yesterday evening. Two of the victims, students at Miller Composite High School, are in stable conditionat Regina General Hospital; another man, unrelated to the two teenagers, is in critical condition. Police are urging anyone with any information regarding this crime to call Crimestoppers now.
(Fade to black.)