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Post by Sexy Rexy [REBEL] on Apr 8, 2007 1:00:11 GMT -5
(The home of Rex Caliber is quiet, almost too quiet. Then we hear a honking of a horn. We see Rex stumble down the stairs and look outside. He sees his limo awaiting him. He scans the time, which is 11:30 in the a.m. He yells a few obscenities and goes outside to tell the driver to hang on. Rex gets into some clothes and jumps into the limo.)
REX: Damn clock didn’t go off. I need to be at NAPA in like thirty minutes.
(The driver does as he is told, as Rex tries to wake up. He then searches his pockets for something.)
REX: My (BLEEP)ing phone. Ah, I’ll be ok without it for a few hours.
(They arrive at NAPA. Rex looks at his watch is says 12:00. He smiles and gets out. He soaks in the... birds chirping. He looks around as an old guy gets in his car near the limo. He sees no table set up, no crowd, not even his assistant.)
REX: I must have gotten here early. They must have said two.
(Rex gets back into the limo. He gets his reading material out, and looks at the pictures. He passes the time, and then sees no one gathering. It’s been an hour.)
REX: Man... let’s go back to my house. I don’t know what’s up.
(Rex arrives back at his house. He enters his house and hears his cell going off. He answers it and it dies.)
REX: Maybe the thing is tomorrow. Damn cell died.
(He plugs it in, but leaves it off. It’ll charge faster that way. He pops open the laptop, and goes to REBEL’s website.)
REX: Bruno and MackaBEE both talking about me like they know me. They both are looking at me like they don’t know what I can do. I have hurt bigger men than them. I’ve took on actual crazy men.
Bruno... This is my passion. Yours was football, and that dream died didn’t it? This is your other dream, but you lack the heart to go all out to succeed. You aren’t willing to give up everything to be the best. You have all this pent up aggression? Then you come bring it, you over exaggerating bitch.
YOU GET IN THE RING WITH ME AND TRY TO INTIMIDATE MY ASS. YOU THINK ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS GET PISSED AND BOOM, ASSES GET KICKED?
WRONG!
I’M A (BLEEP)ING TIME BOMB AND YOUR TICKING AWAY MY PATIENCE.
(Rex tries to calm himself.)
REX: Last year at this time... I was in the God Damn hospital because I was too damn good to be beat in the ring. I had two low life bastards attack me at my apartment. You know who you remind me of? Those same two low life sons of bitches. You think I’m going to live through a month of hell like I did last year? I lost my belt the twenty fourth of this month, last year. This year on the twenty fourth, I’m gonna be champ. Bruno, you aren’t the biggest man I’ve faced. You’re not the strongest. You’re not the meanest, nor the angriest. You want anger? You want to know how a pissed off man takes on Rex? That man attacks me with a screw driver and tries to (BLEEP)ING BLIND ME.
Or how about another man who decides he needs to handcuff me to beat me? Yeah... the champ of the fed I OWN, had to do that. I am simply not scared of what you bring. You are nothing like the guys I’ve faced before... because despite how they tried to kill me..
THEY HAD THE BALLS TO DO WHATEVER IT TOOK! You don’t have enough hair on your ass to actually try and hurt a real man. You are the coward, because you don’t ever try to take on someone head on. You do these sneaky attacks. You do all these Metallica inspired promo’s. Well here’s one for you... King Nothing... that’s what you are. You think you are this big man, but really no one gives three shits about you. You think the fans don’t love me... you enter that ring, you look at my entrance...
YOU FEEL THE ROOF SHAKE ABOVE YOU,
YOU FEEL THE GROUND RUMBLE UNDERNEATH YOU,
YOU HEAR THE LOUDEST MOTHER (BLEEP)ING CROWD IN NORTH CAROLINA STAND UP, STOMP THEIR FEET AND GIVE PRAISE TO:
THE ONE MAN CRIME SPREE.
(Rex goes gets himself a beer. He drinks a few swigs then focuses on a picture on the wall. It’s of him and Static holding the tag titles of NAPW.)
REX: That man right there, he tried to kill me for a belt. He got the belt, and taught me a lesson. This business is survival of the fittest. Only room for one king, and he doesn’t last long if he doesn’t put aside everything to be the best. MackaBEE knows nothing of that sacrifice. He has no idea what it takes to be the man in a promotion. He claims all this greatness, but never shows these esteemed matches. Yes I say you need to prove something to me. Hell, atleast Bruno fought his way into tonights match. Come show me what you can do, and then I'll give you some respect when you beat it out of me. Bruno hasn’t done anything of note but tagged with Mr. Canada. That and lose his temper too gain attention. Fake teddy bear.
Static taught me that men who are hungry enough and willing to do anything, I MEAN ANYTHING, are the men who are truly kings. Static lost to D!, and then ended up retiring like I did. But for a moment he was king. Why do I bring him up? Last year he was taking on the men who injured me. He was fighting for me. Even though months later he changed, the thirst for gold changed him... he still was the same man who defended me, when I couldn’t. Bruno, your still the guy you was in October. But sadly for you, you sucked then, and you suck now. Static was my main man, and I looked in my corner last week thinking he would be there. It was all instinct. I didn’t do that in any match before, but last week... the opponent maybe being familiar, maybe it was the fact I was main eventing... who knows, I looked for him to be cheering me on. It’s a cold feeling not having anyone in your corner Bruno. But when I didn’t see him, it didn’t effect me. It wasn’t cold like it is for you. I saw two hundred fans, all chanting my name. They had on my shirt. They were in my corner. Bruno... you don’t have that. MackaBEE, you don’t have that. These people are my manager. They inspire me, they cheer me on.
They will body surf me through the crowd when I win the belt. Rest assured I will win the belt. Why? Because I will do whatever it takes. Nothing is off limits. I will beat you two unmercifully for as long as it takes. I will rip your heads off and spit on the bloody stump. You two know nothing about being the man in this business. I AM THE (BLEEP)ING MAN IN THIS BUSINESS. I have worked my ass off to come back and get my spot back. You two will not, can not, and by God will never beat me.
(Rex checks his phone. He sees voice mails a plenty. He checks them and swigs some beer. He spits out the beer.)
REX: (BLEEP)IT! HOW MANY (BLEEP)ING NAPA’S ARE THEY IN THIS CITY. (BLEEP)! THIS IS GOING TO COST ME BIG TIME!
(Fade to black.)
REX: Damn clock didn’t go off. I need to be at NAPA in like thirty minutes.
(The driver does as he is told, as Rex tries to wake up. He then searches his pockets for something.)
REX: My (BLEEP)ing phone. Ah, I’ll be ok without it for a few hours.
(They arrive at NAPA. Rex looks at his watch is says 12:00. He smiles and gets out. He soaks in the... birds chirping. He looks around as an old guy gets in his car near the limo. He sees no table set up, no crowd, not even his assistant.)
REX: I must have gotten here early. They must have said two.
(Rex gets back into the limo. He gets his reading material out, and looks at the pictures. He passes the time, and then sees no one gathering. It’s been an hour.)
REX: Man... let’s go back to my house. I don’t know what’s up.
(Rex arrives back at his house. He enters his house and hears his cell going off. He answers it and it dies.)
REX: Maybe the thing is tomorrow. Damn cell died.
(He plugs it in, but leaves it off. It’ll charge faster that way. He pops open the laptop, and goes to REBEL’s website.)
REX: Bruno and MackaBEE both talking about me like they know me. They both are looking at me like they don’t know what I can do. I have hurt bigger men than them. I’ve took on actual crazy men.
Bruno... This is my passion. Yours was football, and that dream died didn’t it? This is your other dream, but you lack the heart to go all out to succeed. You aren’t willing to give up everything to be the best. You have all this pent up aggression? Then you come bring it, you over exaggerating bitch.
YOU GET IN THE RING WITH ME AND TRY TO INTIMIDATE MY ASS. YOU THINK ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS GET PISSED AND BOOM, ASSES GET KICKED?
WRONG!
I’M A (BLEEP)ING TIME BOMB AND YOUR TICKING AWAY MY PATIENCE.
(Rex tries to calm himself.)
REX: Last year at this time... I was in the God Damn hospital because I was too damn good to be beat in the ring. I had two low life bastards attack me at my apartment. You know who you remind me of? Those same two low life sons of bitches. You think I’m going to live through a month of hell like I did last year? I lost my belt the twenty fourth of this month, last year. This year on the twenty fourth, I’m gonna be champ. Bruno, you aren’t the biggest man I’ve faced. You’re not the strongest. You’re not the meanest, nor the angriest. You want anger? You want to know how a pissed off man takes on Rex? That man attacks me with a screw driver and tries to (BLEEP)ING BLIND ME.
Or how about another man who decides he needs to handcuff me to beat me? Yeah... the champ of the fed I OWN, had to do that. I am simply not scared of what you bring. You are nothing like the guys I’ve faced before... because despite how they tried to kill me..
THEY HAD THE BALLS TO DO WHATEVER IT TOOK! You don’t have enough hair on your ass to actually try and hurt a real man. You are the coward, because you don’t ever try to take on someone head on. You do these sneaky attacks. You do all these Metallica inspired promo’s. Well here’s one for you... King Nothing... that’s what you are. You think you are this big man, but really no one gives three shits about you. You think the fans don’t love me... you enter that ring, you look at my entrance...
YOU FEEL THE ROOF SHAKE ABOVE YOU,
YOU FEEL THE GROUND RUMBLE UNDERNEATH YOU,
YOU HEAR THE LOUDEST MOTHER (BLEEP)ING CROWD IN NORTH CAROLINA STAND UP, STOMP THEIR FEET AND GIVE PRAISE TO:
THE ONE MAN CRIME SPREE.
(Rex goes gets himself a beer. He drinks a few swigs then focuses on a picture on the wall. It’s of him and Static holding the tag titles of NAPW.)
REX: That man right there, he tried to kill me for a belt. He got the belt, and taught me a lesson. This business is survival of the fittest. Only room for one king, and he doesn’t last long if he doesn’t put aside everything to be the best. MackaBEE knows nothing of that sacrifice. He has no idea what it takes to be the man in a promotion. He claims all this greatness, but never shows these esteemed matches. Yes I say you need to prove something to me. Hell, atleast Bruno fought his way into tonights match. Come show me what you can do, and then I'll give you some respect when you beat it out of me. Bruno hasn’t done anything of note but tagged with Mr. Canada. That and lose his temper too gain attention. Fake teddy bear.
Static taught me that men who are hungry enough and willing to do anything, I MEAN ANYTHING, are the men who are truly kings. Static lost to D!, and then ended up retiring like I did. But for a moment he was king. Why do I bring him up? Last year he was taking on the men who injured me. He was fighting for me. Even though months later he changed, the thirst for gold changed him... he still was the same man who defended me, when I couldn’t. Bruno, your still the guy you was in October. But sadly for you, you sucked then, and you suck now. Static was my main man, and I looked in my corner last week thinking he would be there. It was all instinct. I didn’t do that in any match before, but last week... the opponent maybe being familiar, maybe it was the fact I was main eventing... who knows, I looked for him to be cheering me on. It’s a cold feeling not having anyone in your corner Bruno. But when I didn’t see him, it didn’t effect me. It wasn’t cold like it is for you. I saw two hundred fans, all chanting my name. They had on my shirt. They were in my corner. Bruno... you don’t have that. MackaBEE, you don’t have that. These people are my manager. They inspire me, they cheer me on.
They will body surf me through the crowd when I win the belt. Rest assured I will win the belt. Why? Because I will do whatever it takes. Nothing is off limits. I will beat you two unmercifully for as long as it takes. I will rip your heads off and spit on the bloody stump. You two know nothing about being the man in this business. I AM THE (BLEEP)ING MAN IN THIS BUSINESS. I have worked my ass off to come back and get my spot back. You two will not, can not, and by God will never beat me.
(Rex checks his phone. He sees voice mails a plenty. He checks them and swigs some beer. He spits out the beer.)
REX: (BLEEP)IT! HOW MANY (BLEEP)ING NAPA’S ARE THEY IN THIS CITY. (BLEEP)! THIS IS GOING TO COST ME BIG TIME!
(Fade to black.)