Post by markbrown on May 21, 2006 17:23:36 GMT -5
(The scene opens up inside a gym. It is empty however, with only a few lights on. Various weight machines and cardio machines can be seen though. There is a rack of dumbbells, a few bench press benches, a few leg and arm machines, an ab cruncher, some treadmills and exercise bikes, and that machine that Tony Little endorses, the one where you run and push the handles on the bars, working out your legs and arms. There are doors leading into other parts of the gym, one has punching bags and a boxing ring in it, another has aerobic equipment, another has some pools, and yet another has a track, while another door leads into a nutrition store, containing protein powders, creatine, gainer pills, and other supplements. "The Jersey Devil" Mark Brown happens to be sitting on one of the bench press benches, it looks like he was previously working out, as he is in navy blue shorts, sneakers, and a white tank top shirt.)
Brown: Behold, the gym. A haven for me, although littered with people, where I can keep myself in tip-top condition for wrestling. To keep myself strong, fast, and able to go the distance. Here, I can forget my troubles when running and swimming. Here I can channel my anger and aggression into extra energy to lift the weights and at the same time, releasing endorphins, giving you a natural high. Killing stress. I can step into the hot tub and let myself relax. Or I can go into the sauna or steam room and sweat away all of my impurities.
He gives an evil smirk accompanied with a short laugh.
Brown: However, there ain't nothing that gets me feeling good more than kicking ass, stepping into that wrestling ring, but that is for another time. I've got issues to talk about here and now, I've got things to get off my chest. See, Collision Course draws closer and closer, second by second, I come closer to my fatal four-way match for the Genesis championship. Rodney Phoenix, Justin "Stormm" Michaels, The Byrd, your time all draws closer. The clock's running down, your fate awaits you. It is fate for you to all have me rip you apart limb by limb and destroy you en route to becoming the first-ever Genesis champion.
A confident smile grows over his face. It is very wide.
Brown: Fate is inevitable, it must happen, at one point or another, fate will take its role. There's no way to avoid it, there's no way to alter it, it's already been carved in stone, and unfortunately for you, this particular fate isn't looking pretty. You all are bound to feel the wrath of "The Jersey Devil" like it or not!
His face turns back to normal.
Brown: I have the complete package, everything it takes to be a big superstar. Power, speed, technical ability, high-flying skills, solid brawling techniques, straight-up toughness, conditioning, and the channeled anger and rage, all combined into one, something that can't be stopped. I had to address last time my anger towards one The Byrd, about how he left me hanging to dry at Deadly Intentions to lose the tag team titles.
He now turns angry.
Brown: The son-of-a-bitch has to go on to say that I'm pissed off at him for no reason. NO FUCKING REASON?! ARE YOU ON FUCKING CRACK?!
He pauses and calms down, wiping sweat from his forehead and taking a single deep breath.
Brown: I have a damn good reason to be pissed off at you. Whether you liked it or not, you were chosen to be my tag team partner against Chrissy Johnson and Maddog, you had an obligation to fill, to defend that title as if it was your own although it wasn't. I don't know if you realize it or not, but this business is professional WRESTLING, not professional STAND-AROUND-AND-DO-NOTHING! It doesn't matter that it wasn't your belt, you broke the ultimate code of conduct in our business, and that is the will to compete!
He nods his head.
Brown: Yes true you made it clear you did not want to compete, but damn it, sometimes people must do things that they don't want to do. I tagged with Chris Crime against 2Guys not because I wanted to, but because I had to, and unlike you, I fulfilled my job. Sure I wasn't happy, but I did it, because I'm a freaking professional! I'm not some whiny little brat who is going to complain about what matches I get stuck in!
With more anger now, with the frown and scrunched-up eyes, he points his left index finger into the camera, shaking it in short violent motions.
Brown: And then you had the audacity to say that you let it be known you wanted nothing to do with the match with enough time for me to find a new partner? Do you call spitting on the belt and dropping it in a trash can one minute before match-time enough time?! Oh, and I was supposed to get a new partner then, right, but you came down to the ring anyways, so even if I had, by some miracle, been able to grab someone, they would have been sent back anyways! You're so full of shit in everything that you say! You're a damn hypocrite, and I'm going to expose you for what you really are, nothing but a cowardly wimp!
He raises his voice more now, to a passionate, fiery yell.
Brown: And another thing, you have left yourself off in the exact same spot where you were back at Deadly Intentions, and that's trying to live off of a past legacy as a BWF World championship and CCW Liberty championship! Sick, pitiful, and disgraceful! No one cares about what you've done elsewhere, the question is, what have you done in PCW? NOTHING!!! Trying to mooch off of something you've done in the past? Why? It doesn't freaking matter! What, you think your being a champion elsewhere is going to boost your credibility so you get a world title shot here, instead of working to earn it? Take the short road, I suppose?
He shakes his head in disgust and tsks.
Brown: You make me sick! And another, thing you were not the one who sent me away from PCW, I've signed checks with more force than you hit that pitiful Byrd Dropping! And you freaking think you're going to end my career? There ain't a snowball's chance in hell of that happening! Step into the ring at Collision Course, and we'll see whose career is going to be put in danger. I'm going to get the fight with you that I have wished for ever since Deadly Intentions! And I WILL exact revenge upon you!
He makes a cut-throat motion with his left thumb, much like Chris Benoit does, with the same intense facial expression, and at the same speed.
Brown: Justin "Stormm" Michaels! Rodney Phoenix! You too will learn not to cross me! Both of you pieces of human waste of undeserving of this belt, and I have no respect for either of you! You don't deserve to even be in this match, you should be where you belong, and that's in the dark match with the rest of the talent-less jokes! And if any of you thinks that you're going to tear me down by the roots and bury me, realize this! I have a spirit which can't be broken, and a drive and motivation that can't be matches, and I will never be put to rest! And even when I'm 85 years-old and I'm gray and my beard is dangling down to my shoulders, with my hearing aides in my ears, and quivering while I walk with my cane, I'll still get up in each and every one of your faces and say "Fuck you!" Try as many times as you wish, but you will not silence me! Stab me, shoot me, poison me, I won't die…I have a mission to carry out!
He stands up from the bench.
Brown: I am stronger now, mind, body, and spirit, than I've ever been before in my life! You can't tame me, you can't stop me…YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!!! Collision Course marks the beginning for me and the end for everyone else, I swear by it! I am not going anywhere! This won't be the beginning of the end for me, simply the beginning! I can't be held down, you're all going down! That's the facts of life, get used to it! There will be a Genesis this Sunday, the birth of the greatest superstar to ever grace the PCW, the soon-to-be first-ever Genesis champion, the greatest wrestler on the face of the Earth…plain and simple, "The Jersey Devil" Mark Brown!
He poses with his arms outstretched, hands clenched into closed fists, and head tilted backwards, looking up towards the skies.
(Fade to black.)
Brown: Behold, the gym. A haven for me, although littered with people, where I can keep myself in tip-top condition for wrestling. To keep myself strong, fast, and able to go the distance. Here, I can forget my troubles when running and swimming. Here I can channel my anger and aggression into extra energy to lift the weights and at the same time, releasing endorphins, giving you a natural high. Killing stress. I can step into the hot tub and let myself relax. Or I can go into the sauna or steam room and sweat away all of my impurities.
He gives an evil smirk accompanied with a short laugh.
Brown: However, there ain't nothing that gets me feeling good more than kicking ass, stepping into that wrestling ring, but that is for another time. I've got issues to talk about here and now, I've got things to get off my chest. See, Collision Course draws closer and closer, second by second, I come closer to my fatal four-way match for the Genesis championship. Rodney Phoenix, Justin "Stormm" Michaels, The Byrd, your time all draws closer. The clock's running down, your fate awaits you. It is fate for you to all have me rip you apart limb by limb and destroy you en route to becoming the first-ever Genesis champion.
A confident smile grows over his face. It is very wide.
Brown: Fate is inevitable, it must happen, at one point or another, fate will take its role. There's no way to avoid it, there's no way to alter it, it's already been carved in stone, and unfortunately for you, this particular fate isn't looking pretty. You all are bound to feel the wrath of "The Jersey Devil" like it or not!
His face turns back to normal.
Brown: I have the complete package, everything it takes to be a big superstar. Power, speed, technical ability, high-flying skills, solid brawling techniques, straight-up toughness, conditioning, and the channeled anger and rage, all combined into one, something that can't be stopped. I had to address last time my anger towards one The Byrd, about how he left me hanging to dry at Deadly Intentions to lose the tag team titles.
He now turns angry.
Brown: The son-of-a-bitch has to go on to say that I'm pissed off at him for no reason. NO FUCKING REASON?! ARE YOU ON FUCKING CRACK?!
He pauses and calms down, wiping sweat from his forehead and taking a single deep breath.
Brown: I have a damn good reason to be pissed off at you. Whether you liked it or not, you were chosen to be my tag team partner against Chrissy Johnson and Maddog, you had an obligation to fill, to defend that title as if it was your own although it wasn't. I don't know if you realize it or not, but this business is professional WRESTLING, not professional STAND-AROUND-AND-DO-NOTHING! It doesn't matter that it wasn't your belt, you broke the ultimate code of conduct in our business, and that is the will to compete!
He nods his head.
Brown: Yes true you made it clear you did not want to compete, but damn it, sometimes people must do things that they don't want to do. I tagged with Chris Crime against 2Guys not because I wanted to, but because I had to, and unlike you, I fulfilled my job. Sure I wasn't happy, but I did it, because I'm a freaking professional! I'm not some whiny little brat who is going to complain about what matches I get stuck in!
With more anger now, with the frown and scrunched-up eyes, he points his left index finger into the camera, shaking it in short violent motions.
Brown: And then you had the audacity to say that you let it be known you wanted nothing to do with the match with enough time for me to find a new partner? Do you call spitting on the belt and dropping it in a trash can one minute before match-time enough time?! Oh, and I was supposed to get a new partner then, right, but you came down to the ring anyways, so even if I had, by some miracle, been able to grab someone, they would have been sent back anyways! You're so full of shit in everything that you say! You're a damn hypocrite, and I'm going to expose you for what you really are, nothing but a cowardly wimp!
He raises his voice more now, to a passionate, fiery yell.
Brown: And another thing, you have left yourself off in the exact same spot where you were back at Deadly Intentions, and that's trying to live off of a past legacy as a BWF World championship and CCW Liberty championship! Sick, pitiful, and disgraceful! No one cares about what you've done elsewhere, the question is, what have you done in PCW? NOTHING!!! Trying to mooch off of something you've done in the past? Why? It doesn't freaking matter! What, you think your being a champion elsewhere is going to boost your credibility so you get a world title shot here, instead of working to earn it? Take the short road, I suppose?
He shakes his head in disgust and tsks.
Brown: You make me sick! And another, thing you were not the one who sent me away from PCW, I've signed checks with more force than you hit that pitiful Byrd Dropping! And you freaking think you're going to end my career? There ain't a snowball's chance in hell of that happening! Step into the ring at Collision Course, and we'll see whose career is going to be put in danger. I'm going to get the fight with you that I have wished for ever since Deadly Intentions! And I WILL exact revenge upon you!
He makes a cut-throat motion with his left thumb, much like Chris Benoit does, with the same intense facial expression, and at the same speed.
Brown: Justin "Stormm" Michaels! Rodney Phoenix! You too will learn not to cross me! Both of you pieces of human waste of undeserving of this belt, and I have no respect for either of you! You don't deserve to even be in this match, you should be where you belong, and that's in the dark match with the rest of the talent-less jokes! And if any of you thinks that you're going to tear me down by the roots and bury me, realize this! I have a spirit which can't be broken, and a drive and motivation that can't be matches, and I will never be put to rest! And even when I'm 85 years-old and I'm gray and my beard is dangling down to my shoulders, with my hearing aides in my ears, and quivering while I walk with my cane, I'll still get up in each and every one of your faces and say "Fuck you!" Try as many times as you wish, but you will not silence me! Stab me, shoot me, poison me, I won't die…I have a mission to carry out!
He stands up from the bench.
Brown: I am stronger now, mind, body, and spirit, than I've ever been before in my life! You can't tame me, you can't stop me…YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!!! Collision Course marks the beginning for me and the end for everyone else, I swear by it! I am not going anywhere! This won't be the beginning of the end for me, simply the beginning! I can't be held down, you're all going down! That's the facts of life, get used to it! There will be a Genesis this Sunday, the birth of the greatest superstar to ever grace the PCW, the soon-to-be first-ever Genesis champion, the greatest wrestler on the face of the Earth…plain and simple, "The Jersey Devil" Mark Brown!
He poses with his arms outstretched, hands clenched into closed fists, and head tilted backwards, looking up towards the skies.
(Fade to black.)