Post by Brian Bruno on Mar 31, 2007 15:59:35 GMT -5
“Why did I do it? What’s happened to me? I’m sure a lot of people would love to know. And they’ll all find out…when the time is right for ME to reveal the answers. For now, I travel to REBEL. Back to the United States, far away from the Hell I’ve spent the last seven months of my life in. A new challenge awaits the same fate as all those unlucky enough to cross my path. Soon, Simply Beautiful will lie broken before me. But first, Cataclysm will come to know my WRATH!”
Fade in on a small park, somewhere in North Carolina. Children laugh and play as their mothers gossip on park benches. The weather is nigh perfect, and puffed up clouds punctuate the clear blue sky. Cut to Brian Bruno, standing far off to the left. Dressed in a white tank top and jeans, he looks more like a beast then a man – his incredible mass of muscle seems to be trying to break free from his garments. His skull cap covers his head.
Bruno: People say that I’m out of control. Others seem to think that it’s all be a case of mistaken identity. They think that innocence goes hand in hand with public perception. How could “Everybody’s All-American” have fallen so far? Still others point the heavy finger of blame on insanity, or intense stress. But the fact remains – everyone wants to know why. I’ve yet to run into any professional wrestling fan that hasn’t come up to me with just that question. It seems ESPN has picked up on my “story” and has been slandering my name a bit. Interesting. Not that I give a God damn what the rest of the world thinks about me.
Bruno: Am I an uncontrollable beast? (evil smile) When I choose to be, yes. I have my ways and means to control the monster – but I LIKE the monster. Why stifle what I really am? If it takes a drug to sedate me into being “me”, then that’s an altered state of reality, isn’t it? It’s not me if I don’t act that way when I’m left to my own devices. And I’ve come to love myself, something I couldn’t do when I was chained down by that harlot wife of mine and those nagging, worthless children. I’ve come to love the monster within, not fear it. Fear is for the meek; I live without fear. I have no remorse, and I repent for nothing. God will judge me, but I fear not even Him. He knows I’m right – and so do all of you, deep down.
The ball from the children’s game whizzes by Brian’s face and nearly strikes him. He doesn’t even flinch, until the young boy he threw it apologetically runs over to get it.
Little boy: I’m sorry sir, it was an accident.
Bruno: Don’t be sorry for that – be sorry for the fact that you’re going to wonder through your aimless life alone, and that you will matter to no one. Be gone, rodent.
The child looks at him in shock, and Brian grits his teeth at him and snarls. He drops the ball and runs away, shrieking.
Bruno: For the sake of not hiding my genius, I will reveal one of the answers everyone seems so eager to hear – though it is indeed the one of least consequence. Why have I come to REBEL? If it’s Simply Beautiful that I want, why did I leave New Alberta? I can’t possibly get to him from so far away, can I? (scoffs) Of course I can. If I know him, he’ll follow me like a moth to the flame. He can’t resist, he’s far too mentally weak. In fact, I bet he’s watching this right now – and he’ll STILL come after me, that stubborn fool. But he’ll be in my territory now. That power bomb through the table will mean nothing anymore, once you’ve experienced what I’ve planned for you. No longer will people like you, and my family, and all the big shots dictate what I do and when I do it. I’m my own master now – and you will all FEAR MY NAME.
As for this Cataclysm, I’ve never heard mention of his name. I’ve never seen a match of his, and I don’t care. He’s mere fodder on my way to my second main goal – the REBEL Heavyweight Championship. His manager seems to think this will be some sort of friendly competition. He also seems to be a bit behind on the times – both of those mistakes will not go unpunished. I’ll leave his client in a state of ruin, alright. But not this “Blue Ruin.” The ruin I speak of is far worse. I am the Harvester of Sorrow. I am Brian Bruno. And you will fall!
Close up on Bruno eyes. He smiles, and bats the camera away. Brief static before an abrupt end.
Fade in on a small park, somewhere in North Carolina. Children laugh and play as their mothers gossip on park benches. The weather is nigh perfect, and puffed up clouds punctuate the clear blue sky. Cut to Brian Bruno, standing far off to the left. Dressed in a white tank top and jeans, he looks more like a beast then a man – his incredible mass of muscle seems to be trying to break free from his garments. His skull cap covers his head.
Bruno: People say that I’m out of control. Others seem to think that it’s all be a case of mistaken identity. They think that innocence goes hand in hand with public perception. How could “Everybody’s All-American” have fallen so far? Still others point the heavy finger of blame on insanity, or intense stress. But the fact remains – everyone wants to know why. I’ve yet to run into any professional wrestling fan that hasn’t come up to me with just that question. It seems ESPN has picked up on my “story” and has been slandering my name a bit. Interesting. Not that I give a God damn what the rest of the world thinks about me.
Bruno: Am I an uncontrollable beast? (evil smile) When I choose to be, yes. I have my ways and means to control the monster – but I LIKE the monster. Why stifle what I really am? If it takes a drug to sedate me into being “me”, then that’s an altered state of reality, isn’t it? It’s not me if I don’t act that way when I’m left to my own devices. And I’ve come to love myself, something I couldn’t do when I was chained down by that harlot wife of mine and those nagging, worthless children. I’ve come to love the monster within, not fear it. Fear is for the meek; I live without fear. I have no remorse, and I repent for nothing. God will judge me, but I fear not even Him. He knows I’m right – and so do all of you, deep down.
The ball from the children’s game whizzes by Brian’s face and nearly strikes him. He doesn’t even flinch, until the young boy he threw it apologetically runs over to get it.
Little boy: I’m sorry sir, it was an accident.
Bruno: Don’t be sorry for that – be sorry for the fact that you’re going to wonder through your aimless life alone, and that you will matter to no one. Be gone, rodent.
The child looks at him in shock, and Brian grits his teeth at him and snarls. He drops the ball and runs away, shrieking.
Bruno: For the sake of not hiding my genius, I will reveal one of the answers everyone seems so eager to hear – though it is indeed the one of least consequence. Why have I come to REBEL? If it’s Simply Beautiful that I want, why did I leave New Alberta? I can’t possibly get to him from so far away, can I? (scoffs) Of course I can. If I know him, he’ll follow me like a moth to the flame. He can’t resist, he’s far too mentally weak. In fact, I bet he’s watching this right now – and he’ll STILL come after me, that stubborn fool. But he’ll be in my territory now. That power bomb through the table will mean nothing anymore, once you’ve experienced what I’ve planned for you. No longer will people like you, and my family, and all the big shots dictate what I do and when I do it. I’m my own master now – and you will all FEAR MY NAME.
As for this Cataclysm, I’ve never heard mention of his name. I’ve never seen a match of his, and I don’t care. He’s mere fodder on my way to my second main goal – the REBEL Heavyweight Championship. His manager seems to think this will be some sort of friendly competition. He also seems to be a bit behind on the times – both of those mistakes will not go unpunished. I’ll leave his client in a state of ruin, alright. But not this “Blue Ruin.” The ruin I speak of is far worse. I am the Harvester of Sorrow. I am Brian Bruno. And you will fall!
Close up on Bruno eyes. He smiles, and bats the camera away. Brief static before an abrupt end.