Post by Brian Bruno on Apr 7, 2007 16:01:24 GMT -5
“I’ve been silent till now. Why is my business. Let’s just say I’ve been…having some fun at the expense of others. But a golden opportunity awaits me. A chance for power. A chance for some glory. Hmmph! Bullshit. Let the REBEL higer-ups have their foolish ideals about what it is to be a champion. Let Caliber and MackaBEE waste their words romanticizing about the Heavyweight Championship, for I know the truth. All it is an excuse to fight. For me; to dominate. And that’s what’s piqued my arousal. I want every man and woman on this roster baying for my blood – for I’ll BATHE in theirs!”
Fade in. Brian Bruno, standing in the shadows. Only his face is visible, and the picture quality is terrible. Through the dark and grainy haze we can see that bone-chilling smile.
Bruno: Welcome to the mind of a madman! (laughs) Too cliché? I thought so. I wouldn’t want to come off too contrived, I might draw more criticism from my former employer. A “teddy bear”, Rex? You think I’m a fake? Well, let me ask you; what do I have to prove to a man who paraded around for months in a costume because he didn’t have the balls to stand up to Joey Winchell of all people? Nothing. You’re a coward. You hide behind your façade of a tough persona and try to stick the finger of blame at another man’s chest. That’s what cowards do Rex, they try to weed out the other one’s to make themselves more comfortable. There’s just one problem – you picked the wrong guy, on the wrong Tuesday night. I’m not cheap impersonation. I’m no ass kissing, boot licking, “crowd pleasing” chump. I save that for the fools who’re dumb enough to believe that these people who pay to see you get hurt actually give a rat’s ass about you. They don’t love you, Rex. They wanna see you either hurt someone or get hurt. The minute you don’t do EXACTLY what they want from you, they’ll turn on you and look for the next catchphrase and nickname laden moron. And you think that’s a life I’d like to live? A puppet dancing on the strings of a (BLEEP)ed up society? You’re as delusional as you are wealthy, Caliber. And that’s the problem. Idiots like you throw money around at the sheep and they love you for it. You throw parties in your bars and nightclubs, and “Rexaholics” eat and drink free. I can’t wait for the day the applause ends for you, and you’re left alone to the deafening sounds of silent dismissal.
You helped me once. Well – not ME. You helped the old Brian. The one who still lived in fear of the beast. I wasn’t ready to embrace my true self back then – I still lived in the shadows of cowardly body. Now, I have become glorified – I’m a GOD, Rex.! My power has increased in leaps and bounds…you wouldn’t even understand, you’re too narrow-minded to appreciate men like me. You try to hold back men like me and Sebastien Martyr, out of fear of the unknown. I’ll open your eyes to the light Rex, rest assured. Right before I shut them permanently. You won’t make a fool of me. And you won’t beat me, either. You’ve already had your time, but it’s over. Go back to your office job and eke out the daily grind along with the rest of the empty suits. You’ll never be as free, as wild, as unstoppable a force as I am. I hunt your dreams from the shadows rest. I’m the harvester, and you’re my reap.
The lights snap on, to reveal the Bruno is in his ring attire and soaking wet. Just as quickly, the lights snap back off, leaving just his face visible.
Bruno: The only thing I hate more than a fool is a fool with a big mouth and can’t back up his bunk. MackaBEE – to be quite honest, I thought you were trying to humor me with your best Rocky Maivia impersonation. Well, if that were the case you failed. But then I realized – this man is serious. If I were capable of laughter, I’d ‘ve been in stitches. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a man talk nearly as much without saying a single word of any consequence. What pleasure do you get from spewing forth diahhrea of the mouth? You’re not impressing anyone with your foolish talk, and you’re not intimidating me – that would be quite the accomplishment if you could, but I wouldn’t bet on that. The odds don’t favor you. Much like they don’t in this Three Way Dance. You plan on standing in my way? Fine with me, I plan on burying you right beside Rex and taking my prize.
Apparently you’ve been calling me out from afar – why, I couldn’t fathom. I don’t make myself too hard to find, do I? If it was a fight you wanted…all you had to do was knock on my locker room door and ask. I would’ve had no problem showing you the light. But, much like Rex, only temporarily. You’re not man enough to live the life I’ve chosen. I need no allies. All I want is victims, and that’s all you’ll ever be to me. You look into my eyes and make assumptions based purely on your miscalculated observations. I may look normal. You might even look at me and think that maybe I’m a lot like you. But I’m not. MackaBEE, you’ve made the mistake that quite a few have made in the ring, and even more have made in the street. You open your mouth in situations where you’d be better served to just shut the hell up and walk away with all your bones intact. It’s too late now though. REBEL signed your death warrant, in the form of this title match. You challenge me? No, MackaBEE. I’ll bring the fight right too you. I’ll make you bleed. I’ll have. Your. SOUL!
BZZT! Lightning strikes the building Bruno is in and all the lights flicker on as he says his last word. He spreads his arms and roars like an animal and beelines for the camera – the lights go out for the last time just as he reaches it.
Fade in. Brian Bruno, standing in the shadows. Only his face is visible, and the picture quality is terrible. Through the dark and grainy haze we can see that bone-chilling smile.
Bruno: Welcome to the mind of a madman! (laughs) Too cliché? I thought so. I wouldn’t want to come off too contrived, I might draw more criticism from my former employer. A “teddy bear”, Rex? You think I’m a fake? Well, let me ask you; what do I have to prove to a man who paraded around for months in a costume because he didn’t have the balls to stand up to Joey Winchell of all people? Nothing. You’re a coward. You hide behind your façade of a tough persona and try to stick the finger of blame at another man’s chest. That’s what cowards do Rex, they try to weed out the other one’s to make themselves more comfortable. There’s just one problem – you picked the wrong guy, on the wrong Tuesday night. I’m not cheap impersonation. I’m no ass kissing, boot licking, “crowd pleasing” chump. I save that for the fools who’re dumb enough to believe that these people who pay to see you get hurt actually give a rat’s ass about you. They don’t love you, Rex. They wanna see you either hurt someone or get hurt. The minute you don’t do EXACTLY what they want from you, they’ll turn on you and look for the next catchphrase and nickname laden moron. And you think that’s a life I’d like to live? A puppet dancing on the strings of a (BLEEP)ed up society? You’re as delusional as you are wealthy, Caliber. And that’s the problem. Idiots like you throw money around at the sheep and they love you for it. You throw parties in your bars and nightclubs, and “Rexaholics” eat and drink free. I can’t wait for the day the applause ends for you, and you’re left alone to the deafening sounds of silent dismissal.
You helped me once. Well – not ME. You helped the old Brian. The one who still lived in fear of the beast. I wasn’t ready to embrace my true self back then – I still lived in the shadows of cowardly body. Now, I have become glorified – I’m a GOD, Rex.! My power has increased in leaps and bounds…you wouldn’t even understand, you’re too narrow-minded to appreciate men like me. You try to hold back men like me and Sebastien Martyr, out of fear of the unknown. I’ll open your eyes to the light Rex, rest assured. Right before I shut them permanently. You won’t make a fool of me. And you won’t beat me, either. You’ve already had your time, but it’s over. Go back to your office job and eke out the daily grind along with the rest of the empty suits. You’ll never be as free, as wild, as unstoppable a force as I am. I hunt your dreams from the shadows rest. I’m the harvester, and you’re my reap.
The lights snap on, to reveal the Bruno is in his ring attire and soaking wet. Just as quickly, the lights snap back off, leaving just his face visible.
Bruno: The only thing I hate more than a fool is a fool with a big mouth and can’t back up his bunk. MackaBEE – to be quite honest, I thought you were trying to humor me with your best Rocky Maivia impersonation. Well, if that were the case you failed. But then I realized – this man is serious. If I were capable of laughter, I’d ‘ve been in stitches. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a man talk nearly as much without saying a single word of any consequence. What pleasure do you get from spewing forth diahhrea of the mouth? You’re not impressing anyone with your foolish talk, and you’re not intimidating me – that would be quite the accomplishment if you could, but I wouldn’t bet on that. The odds don’t favor you. Much like they don’t in this Three Way Dance. You plan on standing in my way? Fine with me, I plan on burying you right beside Rex and taking my prize.
Apparently you’ve been calling me out from afar – why, I couldn’t fathom. I don’t make myself too hard to find, do I? If it was a fight you wanted…all you had to do was knock on my locker room door and ask. I would’ve had no problem showing you the light. But, much like Rex, only temporarily. You’re not man enough to live the life I’ve chosen. I need no allies. All I want is victims, and that’s all you’ll ever be to me. You look into my eyes and make assumptions based purely on your miscalculated observations. I may look normal. You might even look at me and think that maybe I’m a lot like you. But I’m not. MackaBEE, you’ve made the mistake that quite a few have made in the ring, and even more have made in the street. You open your mouth in situations where you’d be better served to just shut the hell up and walk away with all your bones intact. It’s too late now though. REBEL signed your death warrant, in the form of this title match. You challenge me? No, MackaBEE. I’ll bring the fight right too you. I’ll make you bleed. I’ll have. Your. SOUL!
BZZT! Lightning strikes the building Bruno is in and all the lights flicker on as he says his last word. He spreads his arms and roars like an animal and beelines for the camera – the lights go out for the last time just as he reaches it.