Post by markbrown on May 7, 2006 12:28:21 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in some secluded area. All that is visible is a black wall with the PCW logo on it, and in front of it, a wooden chair with a man sitting in it. However, we can't see the face of the man, because his head is tilted down towards the ground and covered by the hood of a solid red sweatshirt. Not saying a word, he just sits there for a handful of seconds as tension builds up. Finally, with a quick upward snap of his head and a pull of the hood with his left hand, the face is revealed…to be that of former PCW Tag Team champion Mark Lightning, back from his absence, and he is not happy, as the face shows. Of course, no longer is he Mark Lightning, he is now "The Jersey Devil" Mark Brown. He stares meanly into the camera with hatred and fire in his eyes.)
Brown: "Well, would you look who's back? I bet none of you people ever thought you'd see me again on PCW territory, but here I am, and I've got but one thing on my mind, and that is revenge. For those of you new to Pure Class Wrestling, let me introduce myself. My name is Mark Brown. Back in September, October, November 2005 or so, I wrestled here as Mark Lightning, managing, within a month, to capture the PCW Tag Team championships with Mikey Wryght. However, certain circumstances arose, and I lost the titles and then left PCW, all because I got screwed over by the system. For those of you who don't know, I got thrown in jail for a crime that I…DID…NOT…COMMIT!!!"
There is a brief pause.
Brown: "Six months I spent in that hellhole, and it sucked. But in that six months, let me tell you, I learned a lot about myself and about the world, it opened my eyes. It took me out of the delusional state that I had been in for so long. You see, I knew why I got thrown in jail, because the whole world hates me, no one cares for me, no one ever had. They couldn't catch the real felon, so they decided to stick it to me, why, I haven't done anything wrong? Well that's my life, it's me against the world, and it's been that way since day one. But I always had myself living in denial, sure at home, all by myself, I would be sad, I would be angry, I would break stuff, but in public, I'd fake my feelings and be some glad-happy idiot. Looking like that all the things that people had done to me had not hurt me, looking like I was fine and okay. But in jail, I searched my soul. I began to ask myself questions. Throughout my life, had anything I had done made my life any better?"
He shakes his head side-to-side implicating that it has not.
Brown: "Not a chance. Living in denial actually just made things worse, because all the people who had hurt me, they couldn't see just what kind of damage they had done. I maintained a public image, but it was a lie, what did I do when I got home? I drank my fucking guts out, I sniffed the powder, I popped pills, I cut my wrists, if only they knew. Of course everyone knows, when it comes to be that time, to be a teenager, what's the most important thing in your life? Your social life, your friends, dating, sex, all that good stuff. So how did I feel when I had NONE of that? When it was Friday and Saturday night, and all the kids were partying and having fun, going to movies, just out there enjoying themselves, I was stuck at home all alone watching the television and doing harm to myself! People had driven me to commit suicide, I've tried five times! And did I ever show the torment, the pain inside? Did I ever give a hint or inside look to those assholes, at just what they were doing to me? They thought I was fine."
He pauses and looks aside, scratching his head.
Brown: "See, I thought that if I maintained a happy image, then people would eventually come around and like me, but it never happened, and it took me all the way until I served hard time to realize that it was hopeless. So why even try anymore? This is the way I am, this is the way it will always be. Why should I lie to myself? But as I got started getting older, about the time I was thirteen years old, I had already decided that I would be a professional wrestler, nothing else in my life would satisfy me? And just why was that? Well one, I am a very competitive person, and I am tough as fucking nails, and I know I can be the greatest of all time. And two, what a valuable resource it was for me, a way to take out all of my anger, all of my frustrations, and beat the living shit out of people, and better yet, get paid for it! It was a perfect match, and since I really don't have much of any other life, this professional wrestling, it is my life!"
He starts to smile a little bit, but it's not an easy, pleasant smile. It is a sick, devious, malicious smile, with a whole lot of evil in it.
Brown: "So I dedicated myself, I started lifting heavy weights, I started running and exhausting myself, I was going to dedicate myself, and destroy as many pieces of trash people as I could, I could vent my frustrations in an acceptable manner, this is what I was meant to do! Sure, I'd become that vicious, violent person inside the ring, but even then after that, in the public eye, I was the golden child, the epitome of happiness. All that good stuff. But I still knew it was stupid, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t break the habit of faking. Ever since I was so young, I had always tried to do nice things for people to get them to like me, lend them money, help them with some homework, whatever it may be, hoping they would like me for it, but it never came! I never even got so much as a thank you, I never got any appreciation or recognition!"
He starts to turn very mean looking and angry again. His face starts to turn a little red. He spits on the floor in disgust.
Brown: "WELL I'M FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF IT!!! I'M FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF DOING PEOPLE FAVORS AND NEVER GETTING ANY APPRECIATION FOR IT AT ALL!!! I'M SICK OF BEING THE NICE GUY AND GETTING NOTHING IN RETURN FOR IT!!! ALL I NEEDED WAS FOR THEM TO MAYBE INVITE ME TO A MOVIE OR A BASEBALL GAME, ANYTHING TO SHOW ME THEY CARED, BUT NO, I NEVER GOT ONE THING!!! AND NOW DOING TIME IN JAIL HAS OPENED MY EYES, I'LL NEVER BE ACCEPTED BY ANYONE, SO NOW IT'S TIME TO START BEING THE ASSHOLE THAT EVERYONE ELSE HAD BEEN TO ME!!!"
He stops and takes some deep breaths, waiting to calm down, and his faces slowly turns back from red to normal. The mean face slowly dies down to an expressionless face as well, and when he has fully regained his composure, he starts speaking again.
Brown: "I've been screwed over by the world one too many times. I had never done anything to make people hate me, I had never done anything wrong, well guess what people, it's your lucky day, because now I'm going to start giving you a whole bunch of reasons to hate me! I am going to be the biggest thorn in your sides that any of you have ever seen! Just remember, all of you people had created this monster, and now it has come back to bite you in the ass! You all have to answer to 'The Jersey Devil' Mark Brown now, and he's one big pain in the ass to deal with!"
He points into the camera with a left index finger and now an intense, but not angry face.
Brown: "You have awakened the beast, and now I have returned to Pure Class Wrestling to wreak havoc. I'm going to destroy anyone and everyone who gets in my way, and there is not a single soul that can stop me! Jail has changed me, and now I'm going to change all of you! You will finally hear me out this time, you will fear me, I am your worst nightmare, that goes for the wrestlers, that goes for management, that goes for all of the piece of shit fans! Oh sure, I won the tag titles, but that does not appease me, I'm setting a new standard, I'm marching all the way to the top, to the PCW World Championship, and no one, not Ace Anderson, Pegasus, The Prophet, Chris Crime, or anyone else, can stop me from achieving my destiny!"
He calms down again.
Brown: "Rodney Phoenix, you think that my hatred and distain will cloud my judgment? We'll see just how clouded my judgment is when I spill your pathetic blood all over the canvas, and Chris Crime, same goes for you! I'm done with being the nice guy no one cares about, because I have learned, that in fact, nice guys do finish last, so you can all go fuck yourselves! I have returned to Pure Class Wrestling to exact revenge for every year of my life that's been a living hell, you will remember my name…I am 'The Jersey Devil' Mark Brown, and I have come to unleash hell!"
(Fade to black.)
Brown: "Well, would you look who's back? I bet none of you people ever thought you'd see me again on PCW territory, but here I am, and I've got but one thing on my mind, and that is revenge. For those of you new to Pure Class Wrestling, let me introduce myself. My name is Mark Brown. Back in September, October, November 2005 or so, I wrestled here as Mark Lightning, managing, within a month, to capture the PCW Tag Team championships with Mikey Wryght. However, certain circumstances arose, and I lost the titles and then left PCW, all because I got screwed over by the system. For those of you who don't know, I got thrown in jail for a crime that I…DID…NOT…COMMIT!!!"
There is a brief pause.
Brown: "Six months I spent in that hellhole, and it sucked. But in that six months, let me tell you, I learned a lot about myself and about the world, it opened my eyes. It took me out of the delusional state that I had been in for so long. You see, I knew why I got thrown in jail, because the whole world hates me, no one cares for me, no one ever had. They couldn't catch the real felon, so they decided to stick it to me, why, I haven't done anything wrong? Well that's my life, it's me against the world, and it's been that way since day one. But I always had myself living in denial, sure at home, all by myself, I would be sad, I would be angry, I would break stuff, but in public, I'd fake my feelings and be some glad-happy idiot. Looking like that all the things that people had done to me had not hurt me, looking like I was fine and okay. But in jail, I searched my soul. I began to ask myself questions. Throughout my life, had anything I had done made my life any better?"
He shakes his head side-to-side implicating that it has not.
Brown: "Not a chance. Living in denial actually just made things worse, because all the people who had hurt me, they couldn't see just what kind of damage they had done. I maintained a public image, but it was a lie, what did I do when I got home? I drank my fucking guts out, I sniffed the powder, I popped pills, I cut my wrists, if only they knew. Of course everyone knows, when it comes to be that time, to be a teenager, what's the most important thing in your life? Your social life, your friends, dating, sex, all that good stuff. So how did I feel when I had NONE of that? When it was Friday and Saturday night, and all the kids were partying and having fun, going to movies, just out there enjoying themselves, I was stuck at home all alone watching the television and doing harm to myself! People had driven me to commit suicide, I've tried five times! And did I ever show the torment, the pain inside? Did I ever give a hint or inside look to those assholes, at just what they were doing to me? They thought I was fine."
He pauses and looks aside, scratching his head.
Brown: "See, I thought that if I maintained a happy image, then people would eventually come around and like me, but it never happened, and it took me all the way until I served hard time to realize that it was hopeless. So why even try anymore? This is the way I am, this is the way it will always be. Why should I lie to myself? But as I got started getting older, about the time I was thirteen years old, I had already decided that I would be a professional wrestler, nothing else in my life would satisfy me? And just why was that? Well one, I am a very competitive person, and I am tough as fucking nails, and I know I can be the greatest of all time. And two, what a valuable resource it was for me, a way to take out all of my anger, all of my frustrations, and beat the living shit out of people, and better yet, get paid for it! It was a perfect match, and since I really don't have much of any other life, this professional wrestling, it is my life!"
He starts to smile a little bit, but it's not an easy, pleasant smile. It is a sick, devious, malicious smile, with a whole lot of evil in it.
Brown: "So I dedicated myself, I started lifting heavy weights, I started running and exhausting myself, I was going to dedicate myself, and destroy as many pieces of trash people as I could, I could vent my frustrations in an acceptable manner, this is what I was meant to do! Sure, I'd become that vicious, violent person inside the ring, but even then after that, in the public eye, I was the golden child, the epitome of happiness. All that good stuff. But I still knew it was stupid, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t break the habit of faking. Ever since I was so young, I had always tried to do nice things for people to get them to like me, lend them money, help them with some homework, whatever it may be, hoping they would like me for it, but it never came! I never even got so much as a thank you, I never got any appreciation or recognition!"
He starts to turn very mean looking and angry again. His face starts to turn a little red. He spits on the floor in disgust.
Brown: "WELL I'M FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF IT!!! I'M FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF DOING PEOPLE FAVORS AND NEVER GETTING ANY APPRECIATION FOR IT AT ALL!!! I'M SICK OF BEING THE NICE GUY AND GETTING NOTHING IN RETURN FOR IT!!! ALL I NEEDED WAS FOR THEM TO MAYBE INVITE ME TO A MOVIE OR A BASEBALL GAME, ANYTHING TO SHOW ME THEY CARED, BUT NO, I NEVER GOT ONE THING!!! AND NOW DOING TIME IN JAIL HAS OPENED MY EYES, I'LL NEVER BE ACCEPTED BY ANYONE, SO NOW IT'S TIME TO START BEING THE ASSHOLE THAT EVERYONE ELSE HAD BEEN TO ME!!!"
He stops and takes some deep breaths, waiting to calm down, and his faces slowly turns back from red to normal. The mean face slowly dies down to an expressionless face as well, and when he has fully regained his composure, he starts speaking again.
Brown: "I've been screwed over by the world one too many times. I had never done anything to make people hate me, I had never done anything wrong, well guess what people, it's your lucky day, because now I'm going to start giving you a whole bunch of reasons to hate me! I am going to be the biggest thorn in your sides that any of you have ever seen! Just remember, all of you people had created this monster, and now it has come back to bite you in the ass! You all have to answer to 'The Jersey Devil' Mark Brown now, and he's one big pain in the ass to deal with!"
He points into the camera with a left index finger and now an intense, but not angry face.
Brown: "You have awakened the beast, and now I have returned to Pure Class Wrestling to wreak havoc. I'm going to destroy anyone and everyone who gets in my way, and there is not a single soul that can stop me! Jail has changed me, and now I'm going to change all of you! You will finally hear me out this time, you will fear me, I am your worst nightmare, that goes for the wrestlers, that goes for management, that goes for all of the piece of shit fans! Oh sure, I won the tag titles, but that does not appease me, I'm setting a new standard, I'm marching all the way to the top, to the PCW World Championship, and no one, not Ace Anderson, Pegasus, The Prophet, Chris Crime, or anyone else, can stop me from achieving my destiny!"
He calms down again.
Brown: "Rodney Phoenix, you think that my hatred and distain will cloud my judgment? We'll see just how clouded my judgment is when I spill your pathetic blood all over the canvas, and Chris Crime, same goes for you! I'm done with being the nice guy no one cares about, because I have learned, that in fact, nice guys do finish last, so you can all go fuck yourselves! I have returned to Pure Class Wrestling to exact revenge for every year of my life that's been a living hell, you will remember my name…I am 'The Jersey Devil' Mark Brown, and I have come to unleash hell!"
(Fade to black.)