Post by Simply Beautiful on Mar 25, 2007 22:45:56 GMT -5
Fade in. Tuesday morning; more accurately, Sole Survivor Morning. SB is in his hotel room. The Brian Bruno situation has been weighing on him – but he’s fighting through it. The expectations of the NAPW fans and the wrestling press hang around his neck like an albatross. Jesus, his fiancée just left him for another man! And yet, he’s still focused on one thing. Does his name even need to be said?
SB’s in his full ring gear – he was just going through his morning-of calisthenics and stretching routine. It ain’t easy to get that SexyKick up high enough to kick someone’s jaw out if you’re no flexible, believe you me.
Sweat drips down his face. He wipes his brow, and grins to himself briefly. Tonight’s his night, and he knows it. Nothing anyone can say can change his mind. Lloyd Rees will say “I Quit”. Twenty-nine OTHER guys are goin’ over the top rope, leaving just one man: The Icon himself. Money in the bank, baby.
SB: So – Lloyd Rees is healed! LORD, I SAY, LORD, HE HATH BEEN HEALED! (laughs) Gimme a break. You go to some witch doctor with face paint and some feathers in his hair and all of a sudden you have a revelation? You’re the asskickin’ Rees again, nightmares be damned!
Listen to me, Lloyd. You haven’t fooled anyone. And you sure as (BLEEP) can’t fool me. You’re afraid. When you close your eyes, there I am. If you turn on the TV, if you read the paper, anything. I’m everywhere, Lloyd. No escape from the Beautiful One, trust me on that.
You think you can make me say I Quit? Well…there is one way. I’ll let you in on a secret. You’re gonna have to kill me dead, right in the middle of the ring. Knockouts won’t do – as soon as I wake up I’ll come lookin’ for your ass. And I sure as shit would rather pass out or die from the pain than ever give you the satisfaction of saying those two little words. So that leaves you with one option, bub. Kill the man whom God has sent to punish you for all your sins. Think you can do it? Do you think you can stop me on MY night?
I’ve come too far. I’ve fought too hard. I’ve had wars with greater men than you. Quitting is never an option for me, my whole God damn life has been an uphill battle. What makes you think that you’ll be the first man to ever make me give up? I’ll tell you one thing, Lloyd. I’ll make you a guarantee, in fact.
If those two words come out of my mouth Tuesday night – I’ll walk away from New Alberta Pro Wrestling, forever.
You want the nightmares to stop? You want that fear to subside? Beat me, and beat me clean. And I’ll be on the first plane back to Staten Island, you have my word.
Think you can do it? I sure don’t. Because even though Sole Survivor is the end of an era, it’s also the beginning of a brand new one; the SB era. Strap yourself in tight, Edmonton, it’s gonna be a crazy ride.
And that’s not just the coolest (shakes his head no) And it ain’t just the best. That’s SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL!
Fade out.
SB’s in his full ring gear – he was just going through his morning-of calisthenics and stretching routine. It ain’t easy to get that SexyKick up high enough to kick someone’s jaw out if you’re no flexible, believe you me.
Sweat drips down his face. He wipes his brow, and grins to himself briefly. Tonight’s his night, and he knows it. Nothing anyone can say can change his mind. Lloyd Rees will say “I Quit”. Twenty-nine OTHER guys are goin’ over the top rope, leaving just one man: The Icon himself. Money in the bank, baby.
SB: So – Lloyd Rees is healed! LORD, I SAY, LORD, HE HATH BEEN HEALED! (laughs) Gimme a break. You go to some witch doctor with face paint and some feathers in his hair and all of a sudden you have a revelation? You’re the asskickin’ Rees again, nightmares be damned!
Listen to me, Lloyd. You haven’t fooled anyone. And you sure as (BLEEP) can’t fool me. You’re afraid. When you close your eyes, there I am. If you turn on the TV, if you read the paper, anything. I’m everywhere, Lloyd. No escape from the Beautiful One, trust me on that.
You think you can make me say I Quit? Well…there is one way. I’ll let you in on a secret. You’re gonna have to kill me dead, right in the middle of the ring. Knockouts won’t do – as soon as I wake up I’ll come lookin’ for your ass. And I sure as shit would rather pass out or die from the pain than ever give you the satisfaction of saying those two little words. So that leaves you with one option, bub. Kill the man whom God has sent to punish you for all your sins. Think you can do it? Do you think you can stop me on MY night?
I’ve come too far. I’ve fought too hard. I’ve had wars with greater men than you. Quitting is never an option for me, my whole God damn life has been an uphill battle. What makes you think that you’ll be the first man to ever make me give up? I’ll tell you one thing, Lloyd. I’ll make you a guarantee, in fact.
If those two words come out of my mouth Tuesday night – I’ll walk away from New Alberta Pro Wrestling, forever.
You want the nightmares to stop? You want that fear to subside? Beat me, and beat me clean. And I’ll be on the first plane back to Staten Island, you have my word.
Think you can do it? I sure don’t. Because even though Sole Survivor is the end of an era, it’s also the beginning of a brand new one; the SB era. Strap yourself in tight, Edmonton, it’s gonna be a crazy ride.
And that’s not just the coolest (shakes his head no) And it ain’t just the best. That’s SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL!
Fade out.