REBEL Title - REX Caliber vs Brian Bruno

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[Sexy Rexy [REBEL]]

(Fade in, and there is no picture. Just a voice.)

REX: January fifth, two thousand seven, I am asked to give up my son to the joint custody of both sets of his grandparents. I died a little inside, but I knew deep down that it was for the best. I wasn’t man enough to be a father. I admit it. I’m still very young, I have too much business to conduct. So with chapter over, there came a chance to start over. To do what I’m passionate about. WRESTLING! Then at the same time, NAPW needed a savior, and by God... his name was Rex Caliber. I have made the changes necessary to make it a profitable company. Some wrestlers stepped up, and some stepped out the door. Then April rolls around and my hometown people, my home state wants a savior. They want this new REBEL promotion to save them from the same boring Vince wrestling, the horrible independent scene, and finally give them something to rave about.

REX: I think I did all of that... but it seems that the chaos that people demanded... it may have left a few people doubting my integrity. My morals aren’t the question. Matches get interfered in all the time. Just tonight Simply Beautiful cost Brian Bruno gold... and the crowd loved it. Now... rumor has it that someone interfered in my match tonight, and I’ve heard who it was. I am appalled that he would interject himself in my match, and it saddens me really.

(The lights turn on, and Rex is in the locker room. He holds the belt close to his heart, and looks straight in the camera.)

REX: Billy Kryenik? Why? Why would you come out and try to help Tommy out? I know he was hurt, but he got in the ring, and he received what everyman gets when they face me... an ass kicking. You know all about it don’t you, Billy? I seem to recall you being Canada Cup champion a year late, because you couldn’t beat Rex Caliber. So was your intent to get back at me? Hey if you want a match with Rex, here’s what you got to do. You first have to show up for a match... Then you get some quality wins, and then maybe, just maybe something can be arranged.

REX: Tommy Deathrow... you fought me tooth and (BLEEP)ing nail, but your injuries overcame your pride, and you collapsed. No shame in it Tommy, it was my honor to be in the ring with you. All the fans cheered me so hard, and God bless them, some even cheered for you. The crowd pushed me to avenge one of my singles losses. I don’t need to be up on you, man.. just even. There’s a few others on that list... Rees, Crusher, and hell I didn’t actually beat Static either... but it don’t matter. I’m not out looking for those guys, but if the opportunity knocks, who knows. Hell, maybe after the Battle Royal, me and Crusher can main event the Super Show... (thinking it over) Or maybe not. Point being, that this week, I learned that avenging a loss was nothing compared to defending your championship successfully. Especially in a match where I was truly pushed from bell to bell, and got the clean duke. That kids... (pounds his chest softly) that takes heart.

REX: This week, I have another defense, just like next week. It’s a busy month for me. I have to defend my belt, and work with Rick on booking the Super Show. My friends, it’s no sweat for Sexy Rexy. I’m built to last. Brian Bruno has been rewarded a title shot, for him getting dicked out of the Carolina title. I applauded REBEL for doing that. Not that he has a chance of beating me, but... it was the right thing to do, I guess. Last week, I did the hard sell for the show, but apparently this week I don’t have too. We have sold so many tickets after the show ended, that it is guaranteed to be atleast two hundred and fifty people. Maybe we can get up to three hundred again. REBEL is taking off... because it has a champion that everyone wants to see. So Bruno, it don’t matter that they know you can’t beat me... they know I’m wrestling, and that’s all anyone needs. You tried your heart out to beat me the first time, but you couldn’t. There was this power, maybe a divine intervention... that came through that arena. You can’t stop fate, Brian. Just like tonight, Tommy couldn’t overcome it. Someone, or something is looking out for Rex, and not that I need it.. but the presence does feel good. It makes me think I’m doing right. Bruno bring a tad bit more this time, and you might last a minute longer this time, before you get... Totally Annihilated!

(Close that scene, and we reopen at Rex’s office building, in the midst of major construction. Rex is dressed immaculately, in a fine suit and tie. He keeps the beard off, with another clean shaven week. )

REX: This is going to be so damn AWESOME!

(In comes Angela wearing a hard hat, but still in a business dress, walks up with papers.)

ANGELA: Some papers to sign, and the construction foreman has some questions about the facility.

(Rex walks over to the foreman and shakes hands with him.)

REX: What can the champ do for you?

FOREMAN: I need to go over the details of this list of luxuries you want put in.

REX: I didn’t list luxuries, I listed necessities!

FOREMAN: Ok... a steam room, a hot tub, a state of the art weight room, some cardio machines, a wet bar, and a statue of of yourself posing?

REX: You think the statue is a little to much? This is my dream gym though... and I think it would be good for me.

FOREMAN: It’s going to be expensive is all I’m saying.

REX: It’s all good man, nothing I can’t handle... A very good year in investing.

FOREMAN: What did you invest in?

REX: That’s not important... but what is important is getting this done as quickly as possible. The champ needs his gym. Oh, and here’s an investing tip for you.

(The foreman looks at him with open ears.)

REX: If it don’t make DOLLARS... it don’t make SENSE!

(Rex walks away, and approaches Angela.)

ANGELA: Ok... the appearances aren’t rolling in right now.

REX: How come... the champ put on a great match last night.

ANGELA: Other wrestlers are more wanted than you. Your usual spots are waiting for answers from Mike Trey...

REX: ASSMAN?

ANGELA: Yes.. plus the Blue Grass Mafia, and the Doomriders.

REX: That’s just great... Eh...who needs to do those signings anyway. I still got those endorsement deals. What were they for again? Shoes, beer, athletic gear?

ANGELA: Jackson Meat company...

REX: (looks at her confused, then lights up with a smile) Oh yeah... I love their slogan... “No one can beat our meat!” It’s pure genius...What other ones?

ANGELA: You don’t have any others.

REX: This week maybe, but next week twice as many as that!

ANGELA: Are you worried that those controversial wins are hurting your image?

REX: Controversial? Are you drinking the media koolaid? It’s just some misunderstandings, coupled with some mishaps, and multiplied by exaggeration. Don’t worry about me though, I got money coming in... (Rex winks at her.)

ANGELA: Brian Bruno is your opponent this week, right? You nervous about facing him again?

REX: Nervous? He should be, but me... I think of it as me getting another chance to cement my spot as the top champ on the independent scene. There’s no one like me... there’s no one in that Battle Royal who can beat me, so it looks like Rex is gonna skate through his first three title defenses! I’m the only man to main event all the shows. And it won’t stop neither. They’re going to set them up, and I’m going to bowl through them like I’m Pete Weber.

ANGELA: Who?

REX: That bowling guy on ESPN... look it don’t matter: I’m champ, and I’m gonna stay champ for a long, long time.

(We hear a whistle, and see two shadowy figures, standing near the door way on the other side of the room. Rex gestures to them.)

REX: Look I got some business to conduct, so no calls for the next hour.

ANGELA: Who are those guys?

REX: They’re business associates..

(Fade to Black.)

[Sexy Rexy [REBEL]]

(The scene opens up at Quail Hollow, the home of the 2007 Wachovia championship on the PGA tour. Rex Caliber arrives as a spectator, dressed in a bright green polo shirt, and some black jean shorts. He has a Tiger Woods hat on and wearing shades. He positions himself near the hole wear Tiger Woods is playing. He brings out a stack of business cards, and smiles. But then he notices some women. He sticks the cards into his pocket, then approaches the beautiful young ladies watching.)

REX: That Tiger, he hasn’t changed a bit since school. Still a show stealer.

(The brunette of the group turns around and smiles at Rex.)

BRUNETTE: You went to school with Tiger?

REX: Sure did, I even beat him once in a pick up game. My stroke has always been better than his... So what brings y’all ladies out to this event?

BRUNETTE: The stars. These men make a lot of money, and don’t have the attitude of most athletes.

REX: That’s a shame... I too am a athlete, also a business man.

BRUNETTE: Football player? Baseball?

REX: Wrestler!

BRUNETTE: (rolls her eyes) Hey ladies... we got a REAL athlete over here... a wrestler!

(Most of the ladies laugh, but one red head smiles.)

RED HEAD: I recognize him... He owns a top flight bar in Canada. He was on the radio talking about it one day last week.

REX: That’s right. I like a girl who knows her stuff.

RED HEAD: So what brings you out to a golfing event?

REX: Trying to pick up golfing groupies, what else?

RED HEAD: No really, you could get wrestling groupies if you wanted.. so are you a true fan of the game?

REX: Nope, I’m actually just looking for some business men. They are supposed to be here today.

RED HEAD: Big business deal?

REX: Maybe... (taking off his hat to scratch is bald head) I gotta tell you... you look damn familiar. Have we met before?

RED HEAD: You never know how small this world is.

REX: Well, here’s my card with my contact info.. give me a call sometime.

RED HEAD: (winking) I sure will.

(Rex smiles and walks off talking to himself.)

REX: Where’s these guys at? I need to hit the gym, get that training guru Angela hired, to help analyze my match with Bruno... All this and my business deals too. (looking at his watch) Damnit.. they said this hole.

(Rex then sees two African American males, both dressed to impress in suits.)

REX: Thank God I found you guys... Whoa aren't you over dressed?

BUSINESS MAN 1: Rex... or said I say champ... We always have business to conduct, even when watching some fine golf. Anyway, I’m glad to see you made it.

REX: You guys are helping me make money... I wouldn’t miss it for nothing.

BUSINESS MAN 2: Lets get down to business. This sell... you’re looking for the highest bidder, or is their variables?

REX: The money has to be right. But also, I’d prefer someone who knows the business and loves what the business gives folks.

BUSINESS MAN 1: Yeah, you don’t want just anyone taking over something you’ve gave your heart and soul too.

REX: Exactly, and I know the people in Edmonton will be upset, but it’s been coming for sometime.

BUSINESS MAN 2: May I ask why you are interested in selling?

REX: I’ve been involved for a long time. Before I owned it, I was still involved. I mean, I was apart of different ones before, you name it I’ve been there. Traveling North America like I do, it helped sculpt my vision. I think what I have will be hard to top, but hopefully someone can do it.

BUSINESS MAN 1: Are you sure you want to sell? And have you told the workers?

REX: I’m around eighty five percent sure, and no... I haven’t told them. How can I tell them that right now.. I mean a hint of me selling could cause definite morale problems. I’ll tell them when I go back to Edmonton next week.

BUSINESS MAN 2: We will inform you when some offers are made.

REX: Thank you guys, I got some other business to conduct... So I need to act like an atom and split.

(Scene changes to Rex in the back of his limo. He looks almost heart broken.)

REX: I’m guessing the workers will find out sooner than next week. They check out my REBEL podcasts and other promo’s I do. They know. Everyone follows what the champ is doing. But ladies and gentlemen, to quote a fellow wrestler and employee... business is indeed business. There’s no certainty that the sell will happen, and who knows what other things could pop up. Money is something that makes the world go around. Selling that place could make me a lot of money. I crafted the very foundation of it, others helped, but it’s my vision. The big events, the screaming people... I brought them there. Rex Caliber.... the REBEL Pro heavyweight champion. The man who is single handily making this promotion into a cult like atmosphere. You look at who is main eventing every damn show. Me. Brian Bruno... he got close to my belt... but in the end, he couldn’t hang. He only main events against me. Now I have to look back at the match, try to catch a mistake or two... I need to get better. This belt means more to me than any other championship I’ve held. Why? Because I am the first and only holder of it. I’m legendary already, then add that... I’m phenomenal. Bruno, he is a lost puppy, as he was before. I happen to be a semi truck who doesn’t have compassion for the lost pup... and will flatten his ass. Bruno, I got a lot going on. The sell, the booking of the supershow, my new gym being built, and trying to figure out which girl to take out tonight. All the endorsement deals rolling in, the occasional strip club trip, maybe some gambling in the mountain’s Indian Casino. I got a lot of business. But I have training, I have to get better. I need to continue to improve. The problem is that like a famous football coach once said, “You can learn a line from a win, and book from a loss.” When you don’t lose, it’s hard to see ways to improve. But I’m going to get better and better. This week with Bruno, the following week versus whomever survives the battle royal... then on to June. It’s Rex time baby!

(They arrive at Rex’s Charlotte office building, where part of it is still being converted to the Rex Dream Gym. He gets out, and walks in. He goes up the elevator to his office, and gets a phone call.)

REX: Garrett? What can your champ do for you?

You heard about it already?

I didn’t think you would be interested, you already own...

That don’t matter? Well, get an offer and let my people know.

Yeah, I did some PR for the event. I went to Quail Hollow, had my driver put some fliers for the show on car windows.

I’ll see you Tuesday.

Who? No.. I don’t have a clue man...I was as shocked as you were.

Bye.

(In walks Angela. She has the first two REBEL DVD’s in hand.)

ANGELA: I got these for you. Mr. Canada was indeed involved in you winning.

REX: I know, I’ve seen it. Not sure who is wanting to help me... I’ll get to the bottom of it later.

ANGELA: Later? This man and maybe another, are messing up your money. The appearances aren’t coming in. No big time endorsements. Why aren’t you more concerned?

REX: The champ has champ business to conduct. So bring in this training guru to help me watch my tape.

ANGELA: Let me go get him.

(She exits, and Rex holds the DVD’s in hand.)

REX: This guy better be good.

(Fade to black.)

[glow=red,2,300]To be continued...[/glow]

[Brian Bruno]

The Plot, Part One of Four.

Backstage at the 5/1 REBEL show. Minutes after Murcielago won the REBEL Carolinas Championship.

Brian Bruno is tearing down the hallway, screaming for Simply Beautiful. Anyone who gets in his path is slammed into the wall or dropped unceremoniously with an uppercut. He kicks the door down to his locker room – it’s empty, but it’s been ransacked.

Bruno: Andrew…he’s been here. (laughs. Walks over to the desk, finding a letter) What’s this? (tears it open) “May twenty-ninth. Settle the score.” Hmmph. A challenge? Perfect. Just as I suspected.

He smiles, tossing the crumpled letter over his head.

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Days later. Brian Bruno. An empty vial of morphine lies beside him on the table – subduing him as only the drug can. He clutches at his bald head, rubs his beard. Rising from his seat, he walks towards the camera, passing it as he heads over to a window.

Bruno: A challenge laid down and a challenge accepted. My revenge – my purpose in life – will soon be had. What then, after that? Why, isn’t it obvious? I turn my attention to bigger and better things. More power. More violence…more fun.

But first, I must destroy my enemy. Rex Caliber is only a bump in the road for me on my way to him - but I’ll take his title from him out of spite. Why not? He means nothing to me; he’s little more than a spoiled rich boy. Perhaps come June I can give him the proper amount of hatred – but now, I am consumed by only one. It’s a shame I have to waste some of Andrew’s beating on you. But I will…with relish.

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Yesterday. Bruno. Walking down a crowded street. His empty gaze burns directly into the camera as masses of humanity push past him on his determined path. He turns into a small shop. He turns to look at the keeper, standing behind the register.

Bruno: Is “Lewis” in?

The keeper says nothing, just nods. He motions towards a back room with his head, and Bruno heads through the door.

He looks at the man, apparently “Lewis”. He’s short, around 5’ 6’’, and a little on the chubby side. His round cheeks are slightly reddened. His eyes are deep-set. His balding head is messily covered with a poor-looking comb over.

Lewis: May I help ya’ll?

Bruno: I hear you’re the man to come to when shit needs to get done. Am I mis-informed?

Lewis: Yah came to the right place, I reckon. What’s yer bs’ness?

Bruno: Not business, friend. Pleasure.

Lewis: I take care‘ah that, too.

Bruno: I have a professional wrestling match with a certain Rex Caliber coming up. I want you to…send him a message.

Lewis peers at him…

Lewis: Say! Yer that Brian Bruno wackjob! I done seen you on the television! Yah fight like a man possessed!

Bruno: Keep it down, old man.

Lewis: Rex Caliber, yah say? Why, he’s a hometown boy!

Bruno: Wonderful for him. Can we get down to business?

Lewis: Thought it was pleasure? (grins)

Bruno: Do you enjoy your teeth?

Lewis stops grinning.

Lewis: Yessir.

Bruno: I understand Rex is popular here. Rest assured, I’m not asking you to harm him. If I wanted that done…I’d do it myself. But I’m going to be out of town until Tuesday, you see. And I need someone to deliver a very important message to him. One that will change his life forever. Do you understand?

Lewis: I only understand two things in this world, hoss. Money, and directions. (laughs)

Bruno: Here’s my offer. May I have pen and paper?

Lewis pops open a drawer, and pulls out the pad along with a blue Bic pen. He motions for Brian to sit, and then takes a seat in his own chair. Bruno grabs the pen and quickly jots down the offer, without sitting. He tosses it into Lewis lap. Lewis picks it up, and his eyes widen.

The pad reads:

Your life

Lewis: What the?

Bruno quickly grabs him by the throat, stifling his scream. The man reaches for the phone, but it’s too far.

Bruno: Ready to die? Cause if you don’t sit back and keep quiet, tonight’s your chance to cash in on that death wish.

He glares at Lewis, right through his eyes and into his soul, and releases him. Lewis gasps for air. He takes a few moments to compose himself.

Lewis: Wha-What the blue hell? Who tha hell ya think ya are, mister? You know who I am?

Bruno: Who you are is unimportant to me. I know enough to know that you should fear me. So once again, here is my offer. You take care of my business, free of charge…or bad things start happening around here. Are we clear, Mr. Lewis?

Lewis is silently defiant, but Bruno’s menacing gaze is enough to force him to nod his head “yes”.

Bruno: Excellent. It was a pleasure doing business with you, sir. Please, don’t get up.

He whips about, and heads for the door.

Lewis: Yah didn’ tell me what ta do!

Bruno: (without turning) I’ll be in touch.

Fade out. To be continued.

[Sexy Rexy [REBEL]]

(The scene goes to a video room, where Rex is sitting in a recliner. He has a beer in one hand, and the remote in another. He is dressed in some workout clothes, but isn’t showing signs of working out yet. Angela knocks on the door and announces his guest.)

ANGELA: Rex, here he is.... COACH GORDON JAGO!

REX: (spitting out his beer) WHO? WHY? WHAT?

(The coach walks in, in gray sweat suit, looking very serious.)

COACH JAGO: Rex.. it’s a pleasure to be working with you.

REX: I’m sure it is... Could you step outside for a second, I need to talk to Angela privately.

(Coach obliges and exits. Angela looks at Rex, not sure what to think.)

REX: Where the hell did you find him?

ANGELA: He had an ad on the internet when I searched for a wrestling coach. I found out he had helped build a five time tag team championship team in NAPW. I figured you would like it.

REX: We already pay him?

ANGELA: Yeah... and his flight down here.

REX: Shit... well bring him in, lets see what he can do for the champ.

(Coach Jago walks back in and Rex starts the DVD up. He begins at the moment MackaBEE loses, and Bruno versus Rex begins. The camera stays on the two men, rather than the video.)

REX: I take some heavy shots from him.

COACH JAGO: Yes you do. His striking is impressive. I’ve seen his style in the cage fighting on television.

REX: Yeah, he isn’t to proud to use weapons either.

(We hear in the background, the stiff chair shot Rex received, that busted him open.)

COACH JAGO: You’re not either... You have to fight within the rules, but use every rule, or lack there of, to your advantage. To overcome his striking, you have to tie him up. Wrestle his ass down, and make his punches so difficult to land, that he abandons that strategy. He can’t out wrestle you, but from what I see... he can out fight you.

REX: Same as last week with Tommy.

(Coach looks at Rex funny.)

COACH JAGO: Did you know that mask guy was going to do that?

REX: No... just someone wanting to cheapen my win I guess. Your boys DX used to do that a lot.

COACH JAGO: THEY DAMN SURE AIN’T MY BOYS!

REX: Whoa... calm down pops. Back to the business at hand, you think I should use technical wrestling, which I do possess in my arsenal as the strategy?

COACH JAGO: You have to avoid getting knocked out. The man is an animal. You need to take away what he does best.

REX: Ok... (turns off the tape) I appreciate the insight. But since I paid you a lot of money.. can you give me a motivational speech?

COACH JAGO: (standing up, getting in front of Rex) Rex Caliber... You can’t think of yourself as the hunted. This man is your target. You need to put away all of the outside distractions you have going on. You have to get on him early, take the wrestling to him. You need to be the aggressor. You didn’t beat him before... A masked man did. You sir... are not the champion. Not until you beat that man.

(Rex looks a little annoyed, but drinks his beer and stays quiet.)

COACH JAGO: You are one of the best wrestlers in the world... you can beat any striker. He is hungry, angry with the world, and quite frankly he has nothing to lose. You... you are on top of the mountain. You have men lining up to knock you the hell off of it. You’re not as impressive in title defenses as you were in title wins. You need to think of him as the man holding your belt. He has it in his grasp, and you need to smack him and take it. You need to rise above the rest of the wrestlers in your way, and prove to the fans, the wrestlers, and most importantly to yourself... that you are indeed a champion.

(Coach Jago sits back down.)

REX: Thanks Coach... I think. I still don’t think he has a chance in hell of winning.

COACH JAGO: You got any more beer? Also I’d love a chili dog right now.

REX: (looking at him like he is a freeloader) I’m starting to see why you get fired a lot.

(Rex’s cell phone rings. He answers it.)

REX: What can the champ do for you?

Who?

OH.. Yeah, hey babe... so you calling to make arrangements to go out with the champ?

Tomorrow night at eight? Sounds fine.

(Rex hangs up.)

REX: Going to get me some of that fine red head I met earlier.

COACH JAGO: You know sex makes a man weak before big matches?

REX: Alright.. your done here. Angela will show you out.

(Rex slightly pushes Coach out of the room. He shuts the door.)

REX: Sex has NEVER weakened me.

(The scene changes to the next day. Rex is finishing a work out at Planet Fitness in Charlotte, still waiting for his private gym to be built. He is leaving and he sees someone sort of following him. Chet Whettleson from REBEL is the man.)

REX: Hey... You got a problem with me?

CHET: No sir.. I’m a reporter for REBEL.

REX: Oh. What can the champ do for you?

CHET: I have some questions concerning your match this week, and your business deals?

REX: As far as my business goes.. It’s none of yours. I don’t mean to be like that, but it’s not something that needs to be discussed right now. The match...

CHET: (interrupting) You defending your belt versus Brian Bruno this Tuesday.

REX: How long you been following me? Why didn’t you just approach me?

CHET: I wasn’t sure you would know who I was.

REX: I still don’t... but anyway, the match is going to be another step forward.

CHET: Forward?

REX: Yep, another step forward to gaining the status of most dominant champion to ever live. I will not back down, I will not accept anything but a win for myself.

CHET: Is your strategy any different than it was for the three way match you two were in before?

REX: Slightly. This time that joker MackaBEE is not going to be involved. I will attack Brian Bruno different. I’m going to ground him, and try to keep him tied up. He isn’t going to throw punches and kicks like he did the first match.

CHET: Will the Man in Black or Mr. Canada be in attendance?

REX: (looking pissed off) Enough of this. I don’t control those guys, whoever they are. I didn’t have anyone interfere in my matches. Maybe they dislike my opponents. Who knows, but scouts honor... It’s not me controlling them.

CHET: You were a scout?

REX: (looking confused) Not technically but I hung out with kids who were. They taught me things.

CHET: Any words for Bruno.. he has been seen on REBEL’s website talking about sending you a message.

REX: Send away Bruno. You lost before, you lost last week, and that shit ain’t changing at my expense. You will learn what it is to be out “wrestled.” I’m the REBEL Pro “Wrestling” champion, and I’m going to show the world how it’s done. Rex Caliber isn’t to these mind games of Bruno. I could give too squirts of piss about who sends to deliver anything. The dude he sends might enter a world of pain, and suffering. Brian Bruno... you’re still a man with no direction. You haven’t the skills to pin me, you haven’t the talent to submit me... you haven’t the BALLS to take my title. I am going down as the best damn champion this area has ever seen. I’m the man... The two hundred forty five pound shit-hammer of destruction. Tuesday, you realize it one more time.

CHET: Thanks for your time champ.

REX: No problem man. The champ loves television time!

(Fade to Black.)



Coach Jago used with permission.

[Brian Bruno]

The Plot, Part Two of Four

Fade in to Brian Bruno at an airport, standing in one of the few remaining public phone booths. He has a hood pulled down over his, but it is unmistakably him.

Bruno: Lewis? Good. Your “target” is a young boy by the name of Cyrus. A picture is inside the care package I left in your store. Also inside the package are exact directions on what to do – under no circumstances are you to improvise, do you understand? ...Good. That is all.

He hangs up, picks up his small carry-on bag, and heads to the terminal.

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Several hours later. Simply Beautiful, walking down Whyte Ave. after some shopping – man’s gotta keep up with the latest trends now that he’s single again. He walks down the street, holding his bags while wearing the brand new “SB: SOLE SURVIVOR” t-shirt now available at NAPW-online.com!

The camera pans across the street – Brian Bruno is seated on a bench, coldly staring at the Icon! SB doesn’t even notice, he just keeps walking. Bruno crosses the street, and stays on SB’s tale. It’s peak hours, and the weather is perfect, so there’s a substantial amount of cover in between them.

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Back in North Carolina. Lewis strolls up the driveway of a rather large house. The mailbox reads “Caliber”! A heavy rain is falling, and Lewis is wearing a poncho to fight off the effects. Struggling not to get knocked off his feet by the storm, he pulls out a note. He glances at it to make sure it’s the correct one … it says, in no uncertain terms “WE HAVE YOUR SON”… and he quickly stuffs it inside the mailbox before rushing back to his car and speeding off down the road…

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SB takes a turn down a small alley. Bruno decides to follow and does so – and SB wheels around coming face to face with him!

Bruno: Surprised?

SB: Not at all. I led you here.

Bruno: Oh, did you? (wry smile) Well isn’t this just the perfect place to confront a man like me?

SB: Don’t waste my time with your empty threats, brotha. What is it you want from me?

Bruno: I think you know.

SB: Well, you can’t have that. I’ll never tell you where she is, Brian. You’ll have to kill me…

Bruno’s eyes light up.

SB: Before I ever give up your family. But I’ll tell you what you can have. Me.

Bruno: I could kill you where you stand. Why should that mean anything to me?

SB: Not here - in the ring. Just like I asked in the note.

Bruno: I accept.

SB: But there’s a catch, old friend.

Bruno: A catch?

SB: You lose…you commit yourself to a psychiatric hospital back in the states. I lose…I’ll deliver them to you.

Bruno: Why shouldn’t I just destroy you?

SB: Because you need me. You can’t get to them without me. And I’m tired of this cat and mouse game. I want a fair fight so we can end this. Winner take all.

Bruno: Deal. I’ll be around, old friend. Take care of yourself till then – I won’t have a lesser man take my glory!

SB: Your rage is gonna kill us both one day.

Bruno: So be it. To live is to die, Andrew. Goodbye.

He turns and leaves as quickly as he arrived.

(fade out)

[Brian Bruno]

The Plot, Part Three of Four

Lights up. Brian Bruno sitting in a dimly lit room. Beside him is a large, wooden crate with holes poked in the top.

Bruno: Look what I’ve got here, Rex – your little boy. Don’t worry, he hasn’t been harmed…yet. But that’s all up to you, isn’t it? You have something I want – yes, I admit it. I do indeed want to be the REBEL Heavyweight Champion. After all, why not? A steady stream of competition for me to devour? I welcome the “challenge” of attempting to hold onto that title. And I think any fool can see I’m a much more suitable champion than you – the man who can’t win a match without help from some moron in a costume.

But yes, it is true. Don’t adjust your set, Caliber. The fruit of your loins is indeed right here next to me. (pats the top of the crate) Say hello, Cyrus (muffled groans) Oh that’s right. He can’t speak when he’s gagged, now can he? Now, we’re even. We each have something the other wants. And what do you do when that happens? You trade. I’d say it’s only business, like our friend Ravager likes to say, but that would be a lie. I’m enjoying this far too much to say that.

So you give me the title, and Cyrus just might see his daddy again. Hear that, boy? You can blame your father for this one. For isn’t that always the case, Rex? You never had time for your son. Too busy living the millionaire’s life. Too busy chasing the almighty dollar, too busy trying to become famous. All you ever cared about is wrestling. You kicked Cyrus to the curb, and laughed while you did it. Then Lloyd Rees makes you tap out, ending your NAPW career for good. What happens then, huh? You go running back to the poor child, and try to make up for your lost time. You redeem yourself for being the world’s worst father.

For about seven months. You really are an idiot, aren’t you? Who’s the evil man here, Rex? You shirk all of your responsibilities as a father, caring only about wrestling. Meanwhile, I’ve been on a non-stop manhunt for my children ever since my harlot wife ran from me just 3 months ago. I’m being the father you wish you could have been. You envy me, don’t you Rex?

Now, you still have a chance to save him. I’ll allow you that. Go to the auditorium housing tomorrow’s event exactly five hours before bell time. Leave the championship. There, you will find your son after an associate of mine has collected. That is all.

Say goodbye to daddy, Cyrus! (Bruno waves, rubbing the side of the crate. That sick, awful smile…)

Fade to black.

[Sexy Rexy [REBEL]]

(The scene opens up with Rex Caliber in his bathroom at home, getting ready for his date. He is shaving and hears his home phone go off. He looks at it, and the ID says Angela. He hesitates, then picks up.)

REX: The champ is shaving... Did my business associates call?

Ok... Well until they do, don’t bother me. I got a big date.

Brian Bruno’s message? I don’t have time to mess with him and his mumbo jumbo. Call me when something important comes up

(Rex hangs up, and finishes shaving.)

REX: Message for the champ? It’d better be him telling me how good I am, and how he wishes he was me.

(Rex splashes on some after shave, then gets dressed as the scene fades. We open back up with Rex in his limo on the way to dinner with the red head. His phone again goes off. Again it’s Angela.)

REX: Angela, sweetheart.. I love you to death for your dedication to Rex, but you have to let me date.

Brian Bruno again? Can you handle it yourself?

You could, but there would be no match if that happened?

Well, when the dates over, I’ll come to the office, we can discuss this "urgent" matter then.

(Rex hangs up. He shakes his head. The phones goes off again, but this time it’s someone else.)

REX: My man, I’m glad you got back to me.

So you like the deal?

Yeah, you sure are. You opened my eyes on what’s good for Rex Caliber. You always knew what was best.

Oh yeah, it’s a done deal. Thanks brother.

(Rex hangs up and smiles. He arrives at the restaurant. He meets the red head who is waiting in the lobby. The scene ends, at Rex’s request. The sneaky camera man does stake himself outside Rex’s booked room at the Marriott. He has been waiting there for almost two hours. The camera picks up various noises, Rex’s “Woo” being one of them. Five minutes later, after that last “woo” Rex and the red head are leaving the room. Rex is still buttoning his shirt. She kisses Rex.)

REX: Hey... this is going to sound awful... But I never caught your name?

RED HEAD: It’s ok, my names Cynthia Garrett.

(She winks at Rex, and walks away. Rex looks like he is about to faint.)

REX: Hey camera man. Yeah, I see you there. Did she just say what I think she said?

(The camera man says yes.)

REX: Any chance it’s a coincidence? Or maybe a sister?

(The cameraman doesn’t do anything.)

REX: You think this will effect my title reign?

(Rex looks depressed as he walks to the elevator. He still looks depressed getting into his limo. His title belt is next to him, and he looks at it, smiles. Rex arrives at his office, where Angela is outside the building. She looks upset.)

REX: Been a weird, confusing night. But fantastic at the same time.

ANGELA: We need to..

REX: That red head was smoking. She would do this thing..

ANGELA: BRUNO HAS CYRUS!

(Rex looks at her, and... laughs.)

REX: Bruno doesn’t have him.

ANGELA: It showed him at a big house here in North Carolina.

REX: (staying perfectly calm) That right? So what’s he want in return?

ANGELA: Your... belt.

REX: Well like any ransom thing, there’s a drop off place. Where is his?

ANGELA: The building for the event. Five hours prior to it.

REX: Ok...

(That scene ends. The new scene is at the REBEL Arena, five hours and two minutes prior to bell time. Rex stands alone, his title belt in hand.)

REX: Well.. here I am. I’m guessing the associate is watching me. So let me begin by telling you some things about me. Rex Caliber does not negotiate with (BLEEP)s. Brian Bruno wants me too admit that I wish I was him. Now why would the champ want to be pathetic, and borderline insane? Brian Bruno knows he can’t beat me, so he does this stunt. The only problem with that... is he is dealing with a man much more sick than him. I wouldn’t give up my belt... for my own mother’s life. You heard that straight from the champ. You could hold all my fans hostage, and pick them off one by one... I wouldn’t give up my belt. This belt transcends life, goes beyond normal human emotion. Me giving you this belt signifies me being bested by you. There’s no way in hell you could ever do that. You can’t beat me. You looking for a soft spot in Rex Caliber... it doesn’t exist. I’m might be Cyrus’ biological father, but I’m not his dad. My rights are gone, my attachment doesn’t exist. You think you can be sick and twisted? Bruno... you can do whatever you want to do. But your not getting this belt. Threaten my family, my friends, my employees... it’s not important enough to give you MY BELT. I’m not a cowardly champion who will play mind games with a man with no mind.

REX: You wish you didn’t have that emotion don’t you. You wish you could go with various women, make money, and live my life. You wish you didn’t feel the guilt of running of your family. You wish you could be cheered for smacking grown men in the face. You wish you could be a champion. YOU WISH...WHAT I LIVE. You are nothing. You are garbage. You are bring all this sorrow on people, frightening lesser men. If you had a hair on your ass, you’d be here, and not your assistant. Throw that crate in the garbage, cause it’s worthless to you. I’m not calling cops, I’m not begging or crying like you expect.

REX: The reason? Is Rex that cold? Yes... and no. The matter of fact is... Cyrus resides with my parents in North Carolina... AND his mothers parents in Canada. Just happens to be the time of the year when Cyrus is up north. But just the same, if you really had him... I wouldn’t flinch. His Grandparents have all the rights, and he in fact would be their problem. Just because you would cower over your “child” doesn’t mean on people are like that. I’ve worked to hard to become what I am to let people manipulate me. Manipulation is a cry of a sad person. You need to realize that it’s only a matter of time before everyone realizes your aren’t scary, your no where near a mad man. You are simply stupid, and a Neanderthal. You need to just take two weeks off, then retire.. cause you haven’t a chance in hell of ever becoming a champ.

REX: YOU WANT MY BELT YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH? COME GET IT IN THE RING!

(Rex walks away still talking to the camera.)

REX: It’s not about being cold, or heartless. I’m just not going to be like I was before. Static used that same tactic to beat me. Bruno my man, you are no Static. I may or may not have slept with the owner of REBEL’s wife. I got big business deals that are in motion right now. I got big time title defenses. You haven’t a clue what REAL problems are. You are going to get out wrestled, out classed, and out crazed. I’m going to do teach you a lesson tonight, and believe me... It’s going to stay with you a long, long time.

(Rex walks out of the arena. We cut scene to Edmonton. We see the outside of Nexus Sports Club. It has a sign on it now.)

FOR SELL!

(Fade to black.)

[Brian Bruno]

"My work here is done, Rex. Finally, you could admit it. You don't care for your fans. You don't care for your boy. No, I don't have him. Matter of fact is, I had bigger fish to fry - for me, at least. But I've proven my point. You're not even a man, Caliber. You're slime. You're lower than low. You say that I want to be you? To be loved as you are? Love is for humans, Rex. I'm a God. I transcend human emotion. I don't need to be groveled at. I don't need a title to typify my existence. You're an idiot, and not only that, you're a slave to the grind. I'm borderline insane, huh? I live in a world where ther are no borders. Right and wrong blend in my neck of the woods, Rex. I take what I want. I do what I want. If I wanted your boy, I'd have snapped his neck myself, and drank his God damn blood. But he is shit to me. You are shit. (BLEEP) all you stand for, you conformist cock sucker! You think you can cling to your title forever, don't you? I could pick off all your fans one by one? I wouldn't give you the satisfaction, Rex. Who would lay down their life for you? Who would die a coward's death, for a man who himself is little more than a coward?"

"Not I. Not Brian Bruno. King of Kings. Harvester of Sorrow. I have so many names, but there's one that has such a delicious ring to it "REBEL Heavyweight Champion". You would tell me, and the rest of the world, that it could never happen. That's because you're a fool. You think that your machismo can save you. You think that constantly referring to yourself in third person, like the primadonna you are, will keep that title around your waist? You think that I didn't know exactly how you would respond to your child being kidnapped?"

"I sought only to unveil you as the fraud you truly are, Rex. You and I are not so different, as odd as it may seem. We're both mere animals. We live on instinct. We have goals - and we stop at nothing to get them. There's just one minor difference: I know what I am. You live in denial. You can't see that beneath the flesh and bones beats the heart of the wild. Let it out, Rex Caliber. Unleash the animal inside me. Maybe you can give me the comfort of sweet death? If not, at least I can have some fun with you. My torture is constant, and the pain is unbearable. I'll offer you but a taste - then you will see what you really are. Then you will know, Rex, that the pain you've felt is the pain I've felt. We're BROTHERS, REX. We're GODS AMONG MEN! Join me...or die!"

"I am Brian Bruno - I am the Harvester of Sorrow. I come for your soul Rex - offer it freely. Don't make me take it....you won't enjoy that."

Lights up. Bruno, sitting on a throne. A crown of thorns on his head.

Bruno: We all have a little monster within us...

He laughs...cruel enough to run blood cold.

fade out.