Post by markbrown on May 18, 2006 17:48:24 GMT -5
(The scene opens up inside the living room of an apartment. It is fairly nice looking for an apartment living room. It's got tile flooring, open entranceway to the kitchen, and a door leading to what must be the bedroom and bathroom. There are black leather sofas lined around a black coffee table in the center with some magazines on it, facing a 36-inch television, and a computer at a desk off to the side. The white walls have some paintings on them, one noticeable one being the dogs playing cards. Sitting on one of the sofa pieces is none other than Mark Brown, in baggy blue jeans and basketball sneakers, topped off with a gray shirt with a noticeable Adidas logo on it. And to the side of him is a large tank, and in it is a pretty damn big python!)
Brown: Welcome again assholes, this week you're obviously in my apartment. The ultimate sanctuary of them all, sure the bar's good, but I got alcohol here too you know. The one difference however between the bar and here, is that here, I am the only human taking up space. The bar is still littered with people, but here, I am alone, in peace and quiet, no disturbances, no people to make my life a living hell. There's no people to ignore me and pretend I don't exist. No pain.
He gives a quick devious smile.
Brown: For those watching my promos and constantly wondering why the hell is this guy so depressed, why the hell does he have so much baggage and hatred, and why does he isolate himself from others, bear with me for a moment. If you can make your pathetic minds strong enough for a moment and put yourself in my shoes, think about something. All of your life, you have been betrayed, tormented, ignored, outcasted, and screwed over by more people than you care to remember, over time, don't you think you'd start losing your trust in humans? Well I have, and that's why I will never associate with anyone ever again. People are bad by nature, I don't want any part of that. The only company I need anymore is my little buddy right over here.
He turns over to look at the tank containing the python and slaps his hand on it a few times, before peaking his head over the top to take a bird's eye view of the snake. He takes off the lid and pets it behind the head with his palm a few times. He then reaches in and picks up the python, taking it out of the tank, holding it behind the head. He must be about ten feet long, probably around 50 pounds or so. He places it around the back of his neck, still holding it behind the head, and the other arm around a lower part of the body.
Brown: First off, don't mistake me for Jake "The Snake" Roberts. Second off, take a good look at this snake, look into its cold, heartless, uncaring eyes. Kind of like mine. You know, I do believe in many ways that I resemble a snake. I'm sneaky, cold-hearted, and merciless. I will catch you by surprise, and I will mess you up. People have called me a snake before, like it's some kind of insult, but that's what I am. Realize that there are many differences between snakes and humans. Humans are the smartest living things on Earth, of course, but with that comes arrogance, greed, and rudeness. A snake knows no such traits. A snake doesn't look to destroy things for pleasure, they only attack for one of two reasons. First being to eat, they do need food after all, and second is for self-defense. But a snake is a complicated creature. If you get to know one, and bond with it, you can trust it, and it will be loyal to you.
He pets it behind the head some more, bringing his own head near the snake's head and whispering something to it. The snake just looks at the camera, every now-and-then flicking out its forked tongue. Mark raises his head.
Brown: That's not the case with humans. You can know and be close with someone for fifty years, and it's still possible that they will stab you in the back. Why? Could be money, could be because they were never really your friend and only pretending to be all this time only to get to this point to damage and harm you. They could just be plain assholes. After all, Marcus Brutus betrayed Julius Caesar. Money convinced Judas to betray Jesus. Benedict Arnold betrayed the Americans. The list goes on and on. But, with any other animal besides a human, not just snakes, could be cats, horses, cows, and especially dogs, they will be loyal to you forever. Some have even sacrificed their own lives to save that of their masters. A snake will not betray you once you have bonded with it, and it is in great comfort that I own him.
He then places the snake gently and carefully back into the tank.
Brown: Now I want you to watch this. Feeling the pulses and contractions of his stomach, I have sensed that my pet is hungry Now pay real close attention.
Mark pulls up, what must have been on the floor, a miniature tank, with a white mouse in it. Aww, ain't it cute? Well you probably know where this is going. Surely enough, he opens the tank and pulls out the helpless mouse by its pink tail, and he holds it up in the air as it struggles to get free, but to no avail. He dangles it over the snake tank before dropping it in. Immediately it runs over to a corner, stupid move. The snake stares at it and moves in closer. He sticks out his forked tongue and touches the mouse a few times. This is how the snake smells. Realizing what's coming, the mouse tries running, but the python lunges towards it and quickly wraps around it.
Brown: You see that? You see how he first provoked fear into the mouse, and when it tried to run, the snake was quicker, much quicker than the mouse, and it lunged forward and coiled it. Quick and no fooling around, going straight in for the kill…like me.
With each breath the mouse takes, upon exhaling, the snake tightens its grip by sliding its body, causing the scales to move from being locked into other scales, to scales closer to itself, thus tightening the grip. It is choking the life right out of the mouse, and its eyes start bulging. The resistance by the mouse, the moving and squirming, gradually lessens as the grip gets tighter by the moment. All resistance has ceased, the mouse is not moving, it is dead. And the snake knows its dead and releases it. But its not on the floor for long, as the next thing you know, the snake has opened its mouth and swallowed the mouse whole! Mark looks on with a smile.
Brown: The snake knows how to handle its prey, how to go right in for the kill, no hesitation, no funny business, and it gets the food and nutrition it needs. It doesn't play around, it doesn't try to mock the mouse, it doesn't hate the mouse. Snakes know no hate. It did that for its own survival, but in that act, it is relentless and merciless, just like me! But sometimes I do wish I was a snake, because I envy it for the fact that a snake can shed skin. And there's a lot of skin that I would like to shed. A lot of bad memories, a horrible past, things I wish I could just wipe from my memory, but I can't. So I'm stuck with this burden, right?
He shakes his head.
Brown: No, I manage to use all of this baggage in my life to my benefit. I use it as a reminder to never associate with any people ever again. I use it as fuel to drive my hatred beyond the boiling point, so I can do exceptional damage to my opponents. I use it to keep me going, as inspiration, as motivation. Sure I may be someone who is troubled and scarred by my past, but I manage to take those bad things and make good use of them. And as you saw with the snake, that is something I can trust, and we have a mutual relationship. I respect him, and he respects me. Respect…respect. RESPECT!!!
His face starts showing some anger as his eyes squint and he starts frowning. It turns a little bit red too. The creases on the face created by the facial expression are visual.
Brown: Respect is something that I have yearned for a long time now, however it has eluded me, it is stayed away from me, I have never gotten it. I realize now no matter what I do or say I will never get it, but hey that's the way my life is. So if people are expecting for me to respect them, they better think twice. I can do anything and everything in Pure Class Wrestling, or should I call it, Pure Crap Wrestling, but I will never be respected by The Captain or anyone else. I can become the first-ever PCW Genesis champion in history this Sunday at Collision Course, but I will still never get any respect! Speaking of that match, I have gotten a lot to talk about. First off, The Byrd.
His face turns even more angry after a bit of a pause.
Brown: You think I don't remember who you were Byrd, or what you did? Need I remind you, that back at Deadly Intentions, I was one-half of the PCW tag team champions with Mikey Wryght, but he had another match, so they got you to team up with me for the defense against Maddog and Chrissy Johnson. And hell, you figured, what was in it for you, you didn't have a title that could be lost, you were just a fill-in, so why even risk getting hurt, right? Well that's exactly what happened! You did shit in that match, you didn't try to do anything at all, and left me to be double-teamed! You remember that now, asshole?! You just ignored the match and looked off into the crowd, letting both of those retards to pummel me, damn it! You cost me my tag team belts, anyone would have been a better partner than you! And to top it all off, after I was pinned, you gave me your stupid fucking Byrd Dropping!
Man is he getting pissed off now, he's really red, and he's taking deep angry breaths too.
Brown: Don't you people see now what I'm talking about, how you can't trust anyone?! That man screwed me over and then added insult to injury, and to tell you the truth, that was the wake-up call! That started the whole realization of my life, jail only finalized it! But I was betrayed by that man, and I never had a chance to get payback, well Collision Course, the fatal four-way, I get my freaking payback, and I am going to hurt you so badly that your pathetic face won't ever be seen on any television program ever again, hell, even those close to you won't even be able to recognize you anymore! I am going to spill your blood, snap your joints, and break your bones, you will forever regret the day you crossed "The Jersey Devil" Mark Brown! I have talked about exacting revenge in PCW, and you are a main target, and I'm coming for you!
At that he points an index finger into the camera.
Brown: And YOU, Rodney Phoenix, yeah, in my return both you and Chris Crime double-teamed me unfairly! Whatever happened to every man for himself, huh?! Unfair injustices, another example of me being screwed over by society! I will get my revenge on you too, for not giving me the return I had planned, you stupid son-of-a-bitch! Phoenix, you're nothing but trash, pure garbage, filthy crap, everything I hate about people I see in you, and I am going to destroy you and unleash hell! You will feel my pain, multiplied by ten! You complain about being under-paid and under-appreciated, get fucking used to it! You just came to PCW two weeks ago, what you want a world title shot already?! Jesus fucking Christ, even I am reasonable enough to admit that I would not be screwed over by not getting a world title shot! You have to work your way to the top and earn your spot, and that takes longer than two weeks!
He takes a lot of slow deep breaths, letting himself calm down. He got really worked up there, and it takes a little while for his face to turn back to normal from the bright red it was previously at.
Brown: And whoever the hell Justin "Stormm" Michaels may be, I know nothing about you, but you are a person, so you will feel my wrath as well. And I hate the word storm by the way, it reminds me of lightning, and everything that I used to be! So this Sunday on Collision Course, you piece of garbage fans will see "The Jersey Devil" win the fatal four-way and be crowned as the first-ever PCW Genesis champion, but you won't care! No one cares for me, no one ever has, no one ever will! Show me one person who cares! But if you don't care, then fuck it neither do I. Because, borrowing it from a great person, it's just mind over matter, and I don't mind, because you don't matter! So stick it! I am the best fucking technical wrestler in all of Pure Class Wrestling, an incredible brawler, and a damn solid high-flyer, and no one, NO ONE will stop me from rising to the top!
He has gotten himself worked up a little more, but like before, he takes deep breaths and lets himself calm down before he starts speaking again.
Brown: The word Genesis itself means the beginning, start, origins, etc. And this Sunday, May 21, 2006, there will be the beginning of a new era in Pure Class Wrestling, the era of "The Jersey Devil" Mark Brown, in which no one is safe! An era in which I rule PCW with an iron fist, and no one can derail me! An era in which I will accomplish so much, that you people will have no choice but to start respecting me! So damn it, let the Genesis happen!
He proudly raises his arms in the air and tilts his head backwards, looking up.
(Fade to black.)
Brown: Welcome again assholes, this week you're obviously in my apartment. The ultimate sanctuary of them all, sure the bar's good, but I got alcohol here too you know. The one difference however between the bar and here, is that here, I am the only human taking up space. The bar is still littered with people, but here, I am alone, in peace and quiet, no disturbances, no people to make my life a living hell. There's no people to ignore me and pretend I don't exist. No pain.
He gives a quick devious smile.
Brown: For those watching my promos and constantly wondering why the hell is this guy so depressed, why the hell does he have so much baggage and hatred, and why does he isolate himself from others, bear with me for a moment. If you can make your pathetic minds strong enough for a moment and put yourself in my shoes, think about something. All of your life, you have been betrayed, tormented, ignored, outcasted, and screwed over by more people than you care to remember, over time, don't you think you'd start losing your trust in humans? Well I have, and that's why I will never associate with anyone ever again. People are bad by nature, I don't want any part of that. The only company I need anymore is my little buddy right over here.
He turns over to look at the tank containing the python and slaps his hand on it a few times, before peaking his head over the top to take a bird's eye view of the snake. He takes off the lid and pets it behind the head with his palm a few times. He then reaches in and picks up the python, taking it out of the tank, holding it behind the head. He must be about ten feet long, probably around 50 pounds or so. He places it around the back of his neck, still holding it behind the head, and the other arm around a lower part of the body.
Brown: First off, don't mistake me for Jake "The Snake" Roberts. Second off, take a good look at this snake, look into its cold, heartless, uncaring eyes. Kind of like mine. You know, I do believe in many ways that I resemble a snake. I'm sneaky, cold-hearted, and merciless. I will catch you by surprise, and I will mess you up. People have called me a snake before, like it's some kind of insult, but that's what I am. Realize that there are many differences between snakes and humans. Humans are the smartest living things on Earth, of course, but with that comes arrogance, greed, and rudeness. A snake knows no such traits. A snake doesn't look to destroy things for pleasure, they only attack for one of two reasons. First being to eat, they do need food after all, and second is for self-defense. But a snake is a complicated creature. If you get to know one, and bond with it, you can trust it, and it will be loyal to you.
He pets it behind the head some more, bringing his own head near the snake's head and whispering something to it. The snake just looks at the camera, every now-and-then flicking out its forked tongue. Mark raises his head.
Brown: That's not the case with humans. You can know and be close with someone for fifty years, and it's still possible that they will stab you in the back. Why? Could be money, could be because they were never really your friend and only pretending to be all this time only to get to this point to damage and harm you. They could just be plain assholes. After all, Marcus Brutus betrayed Julius Caesar. Money convinced Judas to betray Jesus. Benedict Arnold betrayed the Americans. The list goes on and on. But, with any other animal besides a human, not just snakes, could be cats, horses, cows, and especially dogs, they will be loyal to you forever. Some have even sacrificed their own lives to save that of their masters. A snake will not betray you once you have bonded with it, and it is in great comfort that I own him.
He then places the snake gently and carefully back into the tank.
Brown: Now I want you to watch this. Feeling the pulses and contractions of his stomach, I have sensed that my pet is hungry Now pay real close attention.
Mark pulls up, what must have been on the floor, a miniature tank, with a white mouse in it. Aww, ain't it cute? Well you probably know where this is going. Surely enough, he opens the tank and pulls out the helpless mouse by its pink tail, and he holds it up in the air as it struggles to get free, but to no avail. He dangles it over the snake tank before dropping it in. Immediately it runs over to a corner, stupid move. The snake stares at it and moves in closer. He sticks out his forked tongue and touches the mouse a few times. This is how the snake smells. Realizing what's coming, the mouse tries running, but the python lunges towards it and quickly wraps around it.
Brown: You see that? You see how he first provoked fear into the mouse, and when it tried to run, the snake was quicker, much quicker than the mouse, and it lunged forward and coiled it. Quick and no fooling around, going straight in for the kill…like me.
With each breath the mouse takes, upon exhaling, the snake tightens its grip by sliding its body, causing the scales to move from being locked into other scales, to scales closer to itself, thus tightening the grip. It is choking the life right out of the mouse, and its eyes start bulging. The resistance by the mouse, the moving and squirming, gradually lessens as the grip gets tighter by the moment. All resistance has ceased, the mouse is not moving, it is dead. And the snake knows its dead and releases it. But its not on the floor for long, as the next thing you know, the snake has opened its mouth and swallowed the mouse whole! Mark looks on with a smile.
Brown: The snake knows how to handle its prey, how to go right in for the kill, no hesitation, no funny business, and it gets the food and nutrition it needs. It doesn't play around, it doesn't try to mock the mouse, it doesn't hate the mouse. Snakes know no hate. It did that for its own survival, but in that act, it is relentless and merciless, just like me! But sometimes I do wish I was a snake, because I envy it for the fact that a snake can shed skin. And there's a lot of skin that I would like to shed. A lot of bad memories, a horrible past, things I wish I could just wipe from my memory, but I can't. So I'm stuck with this burden, right?
He shakes his head.
Brown: No, I manage to use all of this baggage in my life to my benefit. I use it as a reminder to never associate with any people ever again. I use it as fuel to drive my hatred beyond the boiling point, so I can do exceptional damage to my opponents. I use it to keep me going, as inspiration, as motivation. Sure I may be someone who is troubled and scarred by my past, but I manage to take those bad things and make good use of them. And as you saw with the snake, that is something I can trust, and we have a mutual relationship. I respect him, and he respects me. Respect…respect. RESPECT!!!
His face starts showing some anger as his eyes squint and he starts frowning. It turns a little bit red too. The creases on the face created by the facial expression are visual.
Brown: Respect is something that I have yearned for a long time now, however it has eluded me, it is stayed away from me, I have never gotten it. I realize now no matter what I do or say I will never get it, but hey that's the way my life is. So if people are expecting for me to respect them, they better think twice. I can do anything and everything in Pure Class Wrestling, or should I call it, Pure Crap Wrestling, but I will never be respected by The Captain or anyone else. I can become the first-ever PCW Genesis champion in history this Sunday at Collision Course, but I will still never get any respect! Speaking of that match, I have gotten a lot to talk about. First off, The Byrd.
His face turns even more angry after a bit of a pause.
Brown: You think I don't remember who you were Byrd, or what you did? Need I remind you, that back at Deadly Intentions, I was one-half of the PCW tag team champions with Mikey Wryght, but he had another match, so they got you to team up with me for the defense against Maddog and Chrissy Johnson. And hell, you figured, what was in it for you, you didn't have a title that could be lost, you were just a fill-in, so why even risk getting hurt, right? Well that's exactly what happened! You did shit in that match, you didn't try to do anything at all, and left me to be double-teamed! You remember that now, asshole?! You just ignored the match and looked off into the crowd, letting both of those retards to pummel me, damn it! You cost me my tag team belts, anyone would have been a better partner than you! And to top it all off, after I was pinned, you gave me your stupid fucking Byrd Dropping!
Man is he getting pissed off now, he's really red, and he's taking deep angry breaths too.
Brown: Don't you people see now what I'm talking about, how you can't trust anyone?! That man screwed me over and then added insult to injury, and to tell you the truth, that was the wake-up call! That started the whole realization of my life, jail only finalized it! But I was betrayed by that man, and I never had a chance to get payback, well Collision Course, the fatal four-way, I get my freaking payback, and I am going to hurt you so badly that your pathetic face won't ever be seen on any television program ever again, hell, even those close to you won't even be able to recognize you anymore! I am going to spill your blood, snap your joints, and break your bones, you will forever regret the day you crossed "The Jersey Devil" Mark Brown! I have talked about exacting revenge in PCW, and you are a main target, and I'm coming for you!
At that he points an index finger into the camera.
Brown: And YOU, Rodney Phoenix, yeah, in my return both you and Chris Crime double-teamed me unfairly! Whatever happened to every man for himself, huh?! Unfair injustices, another example of me being screwed over by society! I will get my revenge on you too, for not giving me the return I had planned, you stupid son-of-a-bitch! Phoenix, you're nothing but trash, pure garbage, filthy crap, everything I hate about people I see in you, and I am going to destroy you and unleash hell! You will feel my pain, multiplied by ten! You complain about being under-paid and under-appreciated, get fucking used to it! You just came to PCW two weeks ago, what you want a world title shot already?! Jesus fucking Christ, even I am reasonable enough to admit that I would not be screwed over by not getting a world title shot! You have to work your way to the top and earn your spot, and that takes longer than two weeks!
He takes a lot of slow deep breaths, letting himself calm down. He got really worked up there, and it takes a little while for his face to turn back to normal from the bright red it was previously at.
Brown: And whoever the hell Justin "Stormm" Michaels may be, I know nothing about you, but you are a person, so you will feel my wrath as well. And I hate the word storm by the way, it reminds me of lightning, and everything that I used to be! So this Sunday on Collision Course, you piece of garbage fans will see "The Jersey Devil" win the fatal four-way and be crowned as the first-ever PCW Genesis champion, but you won't care! No one cares for me, no one ever has, no one ever will! Show me one person who cares! But if you don't care, then fuck it neither do I. Because, borrowing it from a great person, it's just mind over matter, and I don't mind, because you don't matter! So stick it! I am the best fucking technical wrestler in all of Pure Class Wrestling, an incredible brawler, and a damn solid high-flyer, and no one, NO ONE will stop me from rising to the top!
He has gotten himself worked up a little more, but like before, he takes deep breaths and lets himself calm down before he starts speaking again.
Brown: The word Genesis itself means the beginning, start, origins, etc. And this Sunday, May 21, 2006, there will be the beginning of a new era in Pure Class Wrestling, the era of "The Jersey Devil" Mark Brown, in which no one is safe! An era in which I rule PCW with an iron fist, and no one can derail me! An era in which I will accomplish so much, that you people will have no choice but to start respecting me! So damn it, let the Genesis happen!
He proudly raises his arms in the air and tilts his head backwards, looking up.
(Fade to black.)