Post by Simply Beautiful on Apr 21, 2007 22:49:17 GMT -5
Fade in. SB, in the SB mansion, of course. He’s wearing the brand new SB fleece hoodie, pulled down around his eyes. He’s on his cell phone.
SB: Yeah…uh-huh…no, I didn’t know there giant mall, Uncle Tommy…you do? (rolls eyes) AND Aunt Edna?...How the hel- er, heck did you guys get tickets? (shakes head and throws his right hand up) Ohhh…really? OK. (hand over phone) (BLEEP)in’ Angelo…Well that’s just great, can’t wait to see you. YES, it does have an amusement park…what’s that?...No, I don’t know if it has a teacups ride – why does that matter, you’re like 50…67? That old, huh? Jesus…Ummm, sure you can stay at my place. It is lonely without Suzanna around, I admit…What happened to her? Oh, she was torn apart by a pack of wolves…I know right, who would think that a pack of wolves could get past my lazer-grid security system. OK, talk to you later. (hangs up)
Douche bag. I guess Bruce made some good points in that ass-kissing fest of a promo. That (BLEEP)in’ mall is gomer-magnet. Heh, he said I was talented too. Bet that burned his ass up, having to say I was as good as him. Nah, on second though he’s too humble. That’s what I really like about Bruce, he’s not a bullshitter like some of my past “friends”. Bruno – guys a friggin’ lunatic, and isn’t gonna stop till one of us is dead. I’ve got some plans for him…but those will wait. Bickle – (BLEEP)in’ coward. After all the times I had his back and stuck my neck out for him, he leaves me to suffer the most embarrassing loss of my career, and for what? To retire? Even that dickwad who left me hangin’ in the A1E tourney, Vangellus-what’s-his-(BLEEP). It’s not a coincidence that every time I need someone I can definitely depend on, I go to Bruce. All the boys know what a great guy he is; he’ll give you the shirt off his back. So I’m not gonna rip him. Well, that much, at least.
SB: This isn’t the first time someone’s outright challenged my in a supposed “friendly” contest. Ravager beat me twice. Actually, it might be better to say he embarrassed me twice, because that’s just what he did. But that’s not what I remember most about my encounters with Ravager. I remember what he said to me…that I wasn’t ready to be the Champion. I was too brash, too cocky. “A lotta, sizzle, not a lotta steak”, in looser language. It stuck with me, you know. For all his compliments, and he made a lot, that’s all I could seem to think about. The champion, a guy who knows what it takes to be the top guy in New Alberta, told me I couldn’t. And you know what? Subconsciously, I (BLEEP)in’ believed him. And that’s why he beat me. Not because he’s better. Not because he was right. It was because I let him off the hook. I’m not gonna let you off that easy, Bruce. Yeah, you threw a lot of nice compliments at me. But I don’t need to be stroked. And you know what…you’re trying that same psychological bullshit that Ravager tried on me. It ain’t gonna work, sunshine. Not this day.
I don’t wanna injure you. This is no vendetta. I just want something that before Sole Survivor a lot of people were telling me I just wasn’t gonna get – a breakout win. Well, I got my breakout win, Bruce. And I’m hungry for more. You’re a marquee name. and I want to make your name just another notch on my belt. I’m gonna be the next champion, Ravager and Casino can pin and submit each other at the same time till kingdom-God-damn-come, it isn’t gonna stop May fifteenth from rolling around. And you can dance around smack talk for all you like, Bruce, it isn’t gonna stop this Tuesday from coming. I’ve got more than one thing to prove, mind you.
For example, I need to prove that I can beat the NAPW “legends”. I’ve got a win over Rex Caliber. But I’m 0-5 against the rest of the pack. Two losses to Ravager. Two to Casino. And one to the late, great DX. And I can’t STAND o’fers. A win over you, even if it is a singles match and not your specialty, will go a long ways to prove I belong among the elite. And there’s also the matter of both of us with title shots in our back pockets. How does it look if I lose to you? Shit, I won’t even be the best wrestler with a banked shot anymore, and I can’t have that!
And then, a doorbell.
SB: JESUS, why can I never shoot a promo in here without interruption?
He pulls the hood back and walks over to the door, which just as soon as he opens it is pushed forward by a man in uniform.
Cop: Detective Neil Ryan, Edmonton police.
SB: Get outta town. Dressed like that?
Cop: (looks quizzically) No, really I am.
SB: (shaking his head) What can I do ya for?
Cop: What does the name Brian Bruno mean to you?
SB: What the (BLEEP) do you think it means?
Cop: No need to get hostile.
SB: Yeah, and there’s no need for you to be a wise-ass either. Everyone in town knows that friggin’ story.
Cop: My apologies. Look, I’m going to cut right to the chase here. Bruno’s back in town.
SB: Yeah, I know. Don’t you go to the NAPW shows?
Cop: North American Pussy Willows? No, can’t say I do.
SB: Nevermind.
Cop: There’s been another…incident. The guy’s ok. Just keeps rambling on about the “eyes of the devil.” I think your boy Bruno knocked his screws loose.
SB: Shit. Why though? If he wants me, then why just go after all these random targets?
Cop: It appears to me he’s just toying with you. Now, he’s not killing anyone, but he also is doing all this with his bare hands, which as you might expect is pretty God damn impressive, in a morbid sense. We want this to end before he goes too far.
SB: (visibly shaken) Anything I can do to help…
Cop: Good. Now, we want to catch this son of a bitch before he can get back to the US. Do you have some time to take a ride with me to the hospital, to check on John Q.?
SB: (emotionless) Yeah.
Cop: Excellent, my car’s out front.
SB: Didn’t think ya rode a horse here, ya know?
Cop: Right. (to himself) I don’t get it.
They exit the mansion, SB with eyes of confusion and despair, Det. Ryan with eyes of utter stupidity.
The camera focuses on the doorway for a few moments, and we hear the car start up and drive off.
Slowly, the doorway fills with the frame of a massive, muscle bound monster of a man.
Brian Bruno smiles for the camera, blood pouring from his face.
Fade to black.
SB: Yeah…uh-huh…no, I didn’t know there giant mall, Uncle Tommy…you do? (rolls eyes) AND Aunt Edna?...How the hel- er, heck did you guys get tickets? (shakes head and throws his right hand up) Ohhh…really? OK. (hand over phone) (BLEEP)in’ Angelo…Well that’s just great, can’t wait to see you. YES, it does have an amusement park…what’s that?...No, I don’t know if it has a teacups ride – why does that matter, you’re like 50…67? That old, huh? Jesus…Ummm, sure you can stay at my place. It is lonely without Suzanna around, I admit…What happened to her? Oh, she was torn apart by a pack of wolves…I know right, who would think that a pack of wolves could get past my lazer-grid security system. OK, talk to you later. (hangs up)
Douche bag. I guess Bruce made some good points in that ass-kissing fest of a promo. That (BLEEP)in’ mall is gomer-magnet. Heh, he said I was talented too. Bet that burned his ass up, having to say I was as good as him. Nah, on second though he’s too humble. That’s what I really like about Bruce, he’s not a bullshitter like some of my past “friends”. Bruno – guys a friggin’ lunatic, and isn’t gonna stop till one of us is dead. I’ve got some plans for him…but those will wait. Bickle – (BLEEP)in’ coward. After all the times I had his back and stuck my neck out for him, he leaves me to suffer the most embarrassing loss of my career, and for what? To retire? Even that dickwad who left me hangin’ in the A1E tourney, Vangellus-what’s-his-(BLEEP). It’s not a coincidence that every time I need someone I can definitely depend on, I go to Bruce. All the boys know what a great guy he is; he’ll give you the shirt off his back. So I’m not gonna rip him. Well, that much, at least.
SB: This isn’t the first time someone’s outright challenged my in a supposed “friendly” contest. Ravager beat me twice. Actually, it might be better to say he embarrassed me twice, because that’s just what he did. But that’s not what I remember most about my encounters with Ravager. I remember what he said to me…that I wasn’t ready to be the Champion. I was too brash, too cocky. “A lotta, sizzle, not a lotta steak”, in looser language. It stuck with me, you know. For all his compliments, and he made a lot, that’s all I could seem to think about. The champion, a guy who knows what it takes to be the top guy in New Alberta, told me I couldn’t. And you know what? Subconsciously, I (BLEEP)in’ believed him. And that’s why he beat me. Not because he’s better. Not because he was right. It was because I let him off the hook. I’m not gonna let you off that easy, Bruce. Yeah, you threw a lot of nice compliments at me. But I don’t need to be stroked. And you know what…you’re trying that same psychological bullshit that Ravager tried on me. It ain’t gonna work, sunshine. Not this day.
I don’t wanna injure you. This is no vendetta. I just want something that before Sole Survivor a lot of people were telling me I just wasn’t gonna get – a breakout win. Well, I got my breakout win, Bruce. And I’m hungry for more. You’re a marquee name. and I want to make your name just another notch on my belt. I’m gonna be the next champion, Ravager and Casino can pin and submit each other at the same time till kingdom-God-damn-come, it isn’t gonna stop May fifteenth from rolling around. And you can dance around smack talk for all you like, Bruce, it isn’t gonna stop this Tuesday from coming. I’ve got more than one thing to prove, mind you.
For example, I need to prove that I can beat the NAPW “legends”. I’ve got a win over Rex Caliber. But I’m 0-5 against the rest of the pack. Two losses to Ravager. Two to Casino. And one to the late, great DX. And I can’t STAND o’fers. A win over you, even if it is a singles match and not your specialty, will go a long ways to prove I belong among the elite. And there’s also the matter of both of us with title shots in our back pockets. How does it look if I lose to you? Shit, I won’t even be the best wrestler with a banked shot anymore, and I can’t have that!
And then, a doorbell.
SB: JESUS, why can I never shoot a promo in here without interruption?
He pulls the hood back and walks over to the door, which just as soon as he opens it is pushed forward by a man in uniform.
Cop: Detective Neil Ryan, Edmonton police.
SB: Get outta town. Dressed like that?
Cop: (looks quizzically) No, really I am.
SB: (shaking his head) What can I do ya for?
Cop: What does the name Brian Bruno mean to you?
SB: What the (BLEEP) do you think it means?
Cop: No need to get hostile.
SB: Yeah, and there’s no need for you to be a wise-ass either. Everyone in town knows that friggin’ story.
Cop: My apologies. Look, I’m going to cut right to the chase here. Bruno’s back in town.
SB: Yeah, I know. Don’t you go to the NAPW shows?
Cop: North American Pussy Willows? No, can’t say I do.
SB: Nevermind.
Cop: There’s been another…incident. The guy’s ok. Just keeps rambling on about the “eyes of the devil.” I think your boy Bruno knocked his screws loose.
SB: Shit. Why though? If he wants me, then why just go after all these random targets?
Cop: It appears to me he’s just toying with you. Now, he’s not killing anyone, but he also is doing all this with his bare hands, which as you might expect is pretty God damn impressive, in a morbid sense. We want this to end before he goes too far.
SB: (visibly shaken) Anything I can do to help…
Cop: Good. Now, we want to catch this son of a bitch before he can get back to the US. Do you have some time to take a ride with me to the hospital, to check on John Q.?
SB: (emotionless) Yeah.
Cop: Excellent, my car’s out front.
SB: Didn’t think ya rode a horse here, ya know?
Cop: Right. (to himself) I don’t get it.
They exit the mansion, SB with eyes of confusion and despair, Det. Ryan with eyes of utter stupidity.
The camera focuses on the doorway for a few moments, and we hear the car start up and drive off.
Slowly, the doorway fills with the frame of a massive, muscle bound monster of a man.
Brian Bruno smiles for the camera, blood pouring from his face.
Fade to black.