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Climax Control Archives / Finally...
« on: August 07, 2015, 10:59:08 PM »
 It had been a couple of weeks since the attack on Bruce Evans in China. Today was the day that he would be released from the hospital and finally return to action in the ring, unbeknowest to him...

The sound of a simple cell phone bell tone goes off as the cameras start with an outside shot of one of the hospitals in Hong Kong. Now inside the hospital we are taken inside the room of the barely recovering Bruce Evans. He is sitting up on the edge of the hospital bed while his boyfriend Chase is seen packing the bags for him. Holding the phone to his right ear he suddenly begins to beam from ear to ear with excitement over whatever was just said on the other end of the call...

Evans: Sounds good to me, thanks again for calling.... Okay, bye!</font color>

He places the phone down beside him and slowly gets up from the bed. He then walks over to Chase and gives him a big hug which catches the lover off guard. With the two smiling and seemingly very excited, Bruce releases Chase and begins shouting.

Bruce Evans: I got him! I got him! I got that bastard!</font color>

He grabs and hugs Chase tightly again with excitement, this time following it off with a kiss on the cheek. Chase looks both surprised and confused at the same time.

Chase Cox: Honey what is it? Calmn down. Breath in, breath out. Now tell me, who are you talking about?</font color>

Bruce laughs a little then like a puppy just finding a home smiles a hearty smile before continues.

Bruce Evans: That little weirdo Despayre! I'm finally going to get my chance to get my hands on that..... that.... RETARD!!!</font color>

Bruce grabs Chase again and the two begin jumping up and down like a couple of kids in a playground sand box. Bruce then sits back down at the edge of the bed as Chase continues packing, looking at Bruce as he does so.

Chase Cox: That's great and all, but are you sure you're ready for it? When is it anyways?</font color>

Bruce looks at his lover, a bit shocked in Chase not believing in him.

Bruce Evans: You heard what the doctors said. I'm fine. I'm one hundred percent baby. Oh, and it's this week at Climax Control.</font color>

Chase stops packing, zipping up the bag and looking up at Bruce with concern.

Chase Cox: That seems a bit soon, I just wanna make sure you know what you're getting yourself into...</font color>

Mid sentence Chase is cut off by Bruce who holds up a finger as if to tell Chase to be quiet. Bruce stands up from the bed, still in obvious pain but trying to hide it.

Bruce Evans: Look! I told you I'm fine. Sure, that attack took a lot out of me... But being here with the best doctors in China has givgen it all back to me. Sunday Night I am gonna go out there and beat the Jerry's kid's out of that paper chanmpion.</font color>

Chase Cox: But.....</font color>

Before he could even finish Bruce cuts him off again. Chase begins to look more frustrated than anything now.

Bruce Evans: Okay.... Do me a favor. Take my bags and go wait for me in the waiting area. Ill be down shortly because right now you're kind of killing my buzz.</font color>

Chase moves in to kiss Bruce but is rejected by a hand to the face. He grabs two bags and walks out of the room shrugging his shoulders. Bruce painfully limps back over to the left side of the bed and grabs his celluar. He scrolls through it and puts it back down. He then slowly sits back down and looks into the camera. He rubs his hands through his hair and looks down at the ugly hospital gown he's wearing.

Bruce Evans: Ya thought you could keep me away didn't ya? Ya thought that having me jumped would eliminate me from all competion didn't ya? Ya figured you'd get me out of the picture and you would go on living that fantasy life with my Internet Championship.... Didn't ya?</font color>

He pauses and lets out a gasp of frustration while looking around the room.

Bruce Evans: But ya see Despayre, it's gonna take a lot more than attacking me like a coward from the back to keep me down. It's gonna take a lot more than a couple of shots to the head with a baseball bat to keep me out. See I know you were behind this attack, rather anyone wants to believe it or not. I've seen the reports on the dirtsheets, the talking over Twitter. People just don't wanna believe that always good, always sweet, always innocent Despayre had anything to do with trying to take me out of the game. Thing is, I've never been a man that gave a shit about what people think. I know, and that's all that matters and this Sunday, payback is gonna be a ..... well you know the rest.</font color>

Pausing again, he picks up a bible from the table next to the bed. He looks at it, and puts it back down as he begins laughing.

Bruce Evans: Most people when they're in trouble they turn to whatever high power they believe in. They pray and they pray and they pray hoping that the problem will simply just go away. Unfortunately for you at that ain't gonna work. Despayre you've been running around Sin City Wrestling since day one, and I've gotten just about sick and tired of seeing the people cheer for you. Sick and tired of you and your stupid delusions. Sick and tired of you making a complete mockery of this industry that most of us take serious. So, this weekend, I am going to put it all to an end. Only thing that stands in the way of my ridding the world of you.... I don't have you one on one.</font color>

He pounds his fist on the table in anger, regretting doing it just a second later as he holds on to it in pain.

Bruce Evans: Yes I'm happy I finally get to get my hands on you, hell it's the one thing I've been wanting since I came back. But of course since I'm not one of the favorites with the boys in the front office they didn't wanna give me you all alone. Instead they throw us in a tag team match. In a Climax Control main eventing tag team match. Now to some that may sound like a dream come true as they may never get the chance to ever main event a show around here, but for me it's old news. See I've been there, I've done that. I could care less where that match was placed on the card. The only problem is that when I beat you within an inch of your sad life there won't be much left for me when I finally do get the chance at getting my title back.</font color>

He begins laughing again as he looks down at the bible again.

Bruce Evans: So while the world is buzzing about the fact that Jackson lost the world title, and that Simon Jones is back has kind of left me on the back burner. The attention those guys seek, I've had it, don't need it again. I've established myself enough to where no matter where I go people know who I am. I could care less about whatever problems Jackson and Jones and Kain and Drake may have, right now it doesn't concern me. Before I came back I promised the world I'd be reclaiming my Internet Championship and when the boys in the office see me out wrestle and out perform everyone else in that ring, maybe then they will see what an investment I really am.</font color>

A knock at the door interrupts Bruce as he stands up from the bed and walks over to the door. He opens it and the camera shows on the other side a chinese male nurse.

Nurse: Okay now we ready for you Mr. Evans.... Just need to sign this papers here...</font color>

Bruce grabs the papers from the nurse, and slams the door in his face. He limps back over to the bed and sits on the edge. He then places the papers on the table and continues.

Bruce Evans: As far as Simon Jones goes I got nothing against ya. I can't get angry with a man trying to revive a dream and a profession he admires. Problem is this Simon, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. See I ain't gunning to hurt ya, but I can make you this one promise Simon. If you get in my way at anytime during this tag team match, it's back into retirement for you. That's not a threat, of no my friend, it's a damn promise! If that does happen, when you are sitting at home again retired and hurting you can thank the boys in the office for booking you in a match with me, for the ratings.</font color>

Grabbing a pen on the table, he begins filling out the forms.

Bruce Evans: Mr. Jackson. A man I've always had respect for. A man I've always thought of as one of the top in this business. A man who gets to team with an ICON. Aren't you the lucky one. See outside of the ring we've hung out a few times, but inside the ring I'm nobody's friend. I know you're still hurting about losing that title to Kain. Hell when I lost my Internet title to him a few months back I tucked my tail like a coward and left the company. I applaud you Mr. Jackson, for after you lost your championship you stayed around like a man. See I only call people I have respect for Mr. and you deserve it, no doubt. This Sunday, all I ask is that you stay in your place. This is like a dream come true for you I know to be teaming with me, but don't let it cost us this match. Sunday Night at Climax Control....</font color>

He looks up and directly into the camera, dropping the pen in the process.

Bruce Evans: It's me, and the former world champion Mr. Jackson against the world. It's me and Mr. Jackson against a Hall of Famer no doubt and his little retard partner. This Sunday Night, it's the night the world will again see just why I am the Franchise, the Icon, just why I am simply the face of this business. Despayre, if I were you I'd leave that stupid little bear at home!</font color>

He quickly stands up, grabs the papers and walks towards the door. With the back of his gown blowing his ass cheeks at the last thing we see, as the camera fades.

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Climax Control Archives / I love him, I honestly do....
« on: March 27, 2015, 11:58:46 PM »
 

The scene opens inside the newly purchased condo of Bruce Evans and his new lover Chase Cox. The couple are seen sitting on a couch placed in the center of the room and in front of the t.v. They're cuddled up laughing and joking while watching "The Notebook" and feeding each other popcorn from a large popcorn bucket. They reach in at the same time and their hands meet which practically forces them to both giggle simultaneously. Chase is wearing a pair of tight dark blue hip hugging jean shorts and a white muscle shit, no shoes or socks just barefoot. Bruce is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, black boots, and a tight red muscle shirt. His hair in a ponytail like normal. As the camera zooms in you can see that after the time that has passed since being exposed Bruce is becoming more comfortable with his sexuality and his love for his long time friend and bodyguard. After a few more seconds of panning around the condo we are finally focused in on the loving couple as Bruce pops up from their cuddling position and looks directly into the camera.

Bruce Evans:</font color> So, the bitch thought she was going to make a fool of me on live t.v. in front of the world.... I am literally over here laughing my ass off because in the end she was the one left standing looking like a complete idiot. How does it feel? How does it feel Kim to know that the man you loved and trusted for over twenty years was all along in love with someone who loves and appreciated me more than you ever could? Hurts doesn't it?

The two giggle amongst themselves as Chase cuts in.

Chase Cox:</font color>That's right baby. But ya know what? She didn't even see it coming did she? How surprised was she? How embarrassed was she when the entire world was let in on the secret you and I have known for years? That I love you, and you love me? That I can out perform her in every field every day of every night of the week? That baby, I am not ashamed to do whatever it is you want, and I do it without all that bitching and nagging. To top if off, whatever my man wants... he gets, and I mean WHATEVER!

Chase places a hand on one of Bruce's thighs as they glare into each others eyes, you can instantly see the sparkle in the exchange as Bruce places on of his hands on Chase's rugged thighs.

Bruce Evans:</font color>Ya see Kimberly, all you've done was made yourself look stupid in front of the world. Your plan backfired and now you're sitting around all lonely and miserable. Do I feel sorry for you? Hell NO! Do I regret anything that I've ever done to you? Hell NO! Do I miss you and want to get back with you? Hell NO! In the end I've come to realize that this man sitting next to me has always been there for me. He's always taken the best of care of me through all the bullshit that I've been through in my professional and personal life. For that very reason, I am no longer ashamed to announce to the world that he is my better half, he is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. As for you Kimberly, as far as I'm concerned you can have it all. Take the fancy house, the cars, the jet, the kids, SCREW YOU ALL!!!

The two look right into the camera as a nonchalant way of expressing their feelings for each other and engage into a deep and sensual locking of the lips. After a few seconds of this the kiss is finally released and both men are left smiling with passion. Chase stands up from the couch and looks directly into the eyes of Bruce with a smile on his face as if he's looking at his first love

Chase Cox:</font color>So.... baby, I think it's about time I go and make those phone calls we needed to make. Can't put this life changing moment on hold forever. I love you, and I'll be as fast with it as I can. Because you know, like Aerosmith said, "I don't wanna miss a thing"!

The two again giggle at each other as they obviously know that was a cheesy yet cute line from Chase. Chase bends down a little and the two again embrace in a lip lock. This one more passionate than the previous. As Chase begins to take off Bruce slaps him on his tight firm ass. The camera's focus now is exclusively on Bruce as Chase skips up the stairs whistling.

Bruce Evans:</font color>The bigger picture in all of this is the fact that the boys in the front office know what a gem I have always been, still am, and will continue to be. I am Bruce Evans! I am the best of the best and everyone in that damn office and locker room knows that! No one wants to admit it though, why? Because since day one when I walked into this company in twenty eleven the office put me out there to look like come curtain jerker or mid card player. All along they knew in the back of their minds I was a main event player. Heck they've heard and seen me carry other promotions previously to the glory. It took me leaving, it took me walking out, it took three long years for them to finally realize that hey, "THIS IS GONNA BE OUR GUY"! Sin City Wrestling, YOU"RE WELCOME, because I AM THAT GUY!

Bruce pauses and reaches for more of the now stale popcorn and pops them in his mouth, quickly chugging them down, as he looks seriously into the camera.

Bruce Evans:</font color>Kain! Having fun with that title aren't ya? Walking around like you actually deserved it when everyone could clearly see that I was not in the right state of mine during our bout, and you got lucky and took advantage of that. Everyone knows, and I mean EVERYONE knows that I am better than you. That I can out wrestle you any given day of the week and like I said it took the idiots in the front office all this time to realize that I am definitely the man that needs to represent the internet portion of the promotion. This Sunday Night I do what I do best and what the world already knows, that is steal the show and keep people wanting more. I'm like a cliffhanger, I entertain the shit of of ya and force you to tune into the show next week.

Again briefly pausing, he looks around and smiles, that ever so famous cocky smile which really seems to get under people's skins ALL THE TIME!

Bruce Evans:</font color>This weekend when we're live in front of that huge crowd in Romania, those fans will finally get to see true talent as I am POSITIVE they have NEVER seem before. Like the rest of the world has been fortunate enough to experience this will be the first and last time I put on a show for those peasants because as you all know if you not from Canada you just really don't matter. As for you Kain, you know the routine. You walk out there with MY Internet Championship which clearly doesn't belong to you, and I walk out with it back around my waist. No matter what amount of confidence you have, no matter how good you may think you are, no matter how much better than me you may think you are Kain. When all is said and done, and when those fans are standing on their feet at the end of the match applauding me even though they hate me, but they know that I'm just that damn good! I promise, no I take that back I GUARANTEE that Internet Championship, it's coming home to daddy. Speaking of daddy, someone's been a bad boy today!

Bruce starts to laugh as the footsteps of Chase can be heard jogging down the stairs. Chase has a huge grin on his face as if he'd finally accomplished whatever this "Life Changing Moment" was. As the scene fades out Bruce is seen meeting Chase at the bottom of the stairs. The two share a brief hug before locking their hands together and walking up the steps together


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Supercard Archives / BLAQUE HART (c) vs KAIN
« on: February 28, 2015, 04:43:52 PM »
 
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In my first title defense I defeated a man no longer with the company. Did I really humiliate him that bad that he had to tuck his tail and hit the road? Now I'm not knocking the guy, and I wish him the best wherever he ends up next, but it was simply me showing him what I am capable of. Now the boys in the front office have set me up in a second title defense, against a man who's recently returned to the company. This man has been on a hot streak since returning, undefeated and possibly also sending other's packing and heading elsewhere. Something has to give in this match, someone MUST lose...

Kain, welcome back to Sin City Wrestling, welcome back to MY world!</font face></font color>

A voice without a face screams out as the camera pans around a dark room with only a spotlight shining on a table. Footsteps can now be heard as the cameras focus in as best they can to show Internet Champion Bruce . With the room being so dark all we can see is Bruce approaching the table with the Internet Championship draped over his right shoulder. He proudly smiles while rubbing the title before placing it in the center of the table. He then pulls out a chair and takes a seat at the table. With a cocky grin on his face he removes some of his hair from his face and looks right at the camera.</font face>

Bruce Evans: Ya see Kain, things aren't quite the same since the last time you had a run around here. As a matter of fact they're nothing like that last run of yours. You're no longer the man, you my friend are no longer that big deal that you once were. Now, you're beneath me on that ladder, and I have absolutely no intentions of stepping down anytime soon.</font face></font color>

He pauses, as he places his right hand over the Internet title</font face>

Bruce Evans: So this is what you want huh? This right here is what you crave, it's what you desire huh? Well my once feared by many friend, I've some got bad news to deliver to you.</font face></font color>

The lights in the room suddenly begin to brighten showing that Bruce is in a police station interrogation room as seen by the various officers walking past the windows surrounding the room. Bruce is in a pair of blue jeans, black boots, and a tight black t-shirt under a black leather jacket. His hair hangs out and is frizzy as if he'd not been to sleep with huge bags under his eyes.</font face>

Bruce Evans: They say the more things change the more they stay the same. They couldn't be more wrong about that. You Kain have come back to the City of Sin with this goal and that goal, but you Kain have picked the wrong person to start this new journey of yours. Maybe when you were thinking about who to come back and challenge you were thinking about the old Bruce Evans. Yes the old Bruce that couldn't get a win to save his life. Well, that Bruce is gone big man, enter the new, more dominating, always stealing the show Bruce. Enter Bruce version two, enter Bruce, the man that is now the most impressive man on this roster, the most impressive champion on this roster, the past, present and future of this damn company!</font color></font face>

Bruce is interrupted by a man in a business suit walking into the room. The man walks over to Bruce and lays down a bottle of water and a pack of cigarettes with an ash tray on the table. Bruce's eyes grow wide with excitement as the man leans over on the table.</font face>

Man: They'll be with you in a moment. Have a smoke while you wait, and remember, they're always watching you so be careful what you do!</font face></font color>

Bruce just smiles at the guy as the man stands up and walks out of the room. Bruce is quick to pat down the pack of generic cigarettes as he pulls one out. He takes a lighter from his jeans and with his hands shaking he manages to light the cigarette, taking a big drag from it and letting out a sigh of relief.</font face>

Bruce Evans: Your mistake is ultimately going to be you thinking I'm an easy target. Is that why you decided to come after me first over all the other champions? Old man Bruce, he should be an easy opponent. Old man Bruce, he can't hang with me and old man Bruce doesn't have that "it" factor anymore. You are wrong KAIN! See this old man has proven over the past several months since returning that not only do I still have it, but I bring it better than anyone else in this business. At Blaze of Glory your name will be added to the list of fallen victims at the hands of my greatness. But, and I ask this with a serious demeanor Kain, will you take your ball and run after I beat you in that ring and I humiliate you like I've been doing to almost every man I've stepped in that ring with since coming back? Or will you be a man and shake me hand after I defeat you and you acknowledge the fact that I am simply just that much better?</font color></font face>

He flickers the long cherry of the cigarette into the ashtray and takes another drag before continuing.</font face>

Bruce Evans: Don't be like my other opponents who walk into our matches thinking I'm just a stepping stone, because trust me I am far from that pal. As a matter of fact I've been known to be somewhat of a career booster for me. See I go out to that ring and I force people to step their games up. It's a fact, I make stars. Yes your're a former Sin City Wrestling tag champion, yes you're a former two time Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion, but at this very moment you are nothing and I am the man to beat. At this very moment Kain I am the man that you're chasing and when we get to Denmark your little path you've got planned in your mind is met with a rude awakening of reality. You CAN'T BEAT ME!</font color></font face>

Bruce puts the cigarette out in the ashtray as he grabs his Internet championship and plants a big kiss on it before sitting it back down. He looks around at the activity surrounding him in the police station before he continues.</font face>

Bruce Evans: On the eighth day of March two thousand and fifteen the world gets to be entertained once again by the best in the business. Kain, I know you say you do this for your family, and to me that doesn't matter. See those little kisses you planted on your kids and your wife before you left home, they just very well might be the very last time you'll get to do that. There's no guarantee that you're going to even be able to walk out of this match on your own will and I'd really hate to have to think of your poor family managing without you. At Blaze of Glory three years ago I was defeated. but I  can promise you the results are going to be different this time around. All the people that continue to doubt me, bash my name, or trash talk me over twitter will be in for a treat. I guarantee that once again I will show the world why my legacy in this business is head above anyone else's, and Kain you are next in like. So go train and work out and do whatever ritual it is you do before your matches. Say your prayers to whatever higher being you believe it, because on March Eighth, I walk in Internet Champion, and I walk out Internet Champion. King of Kings, be prepared to be dethroned.</font face></font color>

Just as he takes out another cigarette from the pack there's a knock at the door as two men enter the room. One of them in a suit, the other in his police uniform. The plain closed man has a thick pile of papers in a yellow folder and the uniformed officer has a video camera in his hands. The man in the suit walks over to the table and takes a seat in a chair across from Bruce, while the uniformed officer stands over them recording the interview. Bruce looks extremely panicked as he lights the second cigarette and quickly takes a few drags from it.</font face>

Plain Clothed Officer: Okay before we get started Mr. Evans is there anything else you'd like?</font color></font face>

Bruce nervously shakes his head NO while taking another drag of the cigarette.</font face>

Plain Clothed Officer: Very well, I'll begin then.</font color></font face>

He points to the uniformed officer, signaling for him to start the camera. Bruce puts out the second cigarette and takes another one from the pack, quickly lighting it. He looks like a kid being called into the principal's office.</font face>

Plain Clothed Officer: Okay so I'm detective Murphy, and the officer recording us is Officer Stewart. So I guess you know why you're here. You've been accused of stealing a family dog belonging to one Mrs. Kimberly Evans last night. There were several witnesses that claim to have seen you hiding behind the bushes waiting for Mrs. Evans to leave before you broke in the house and took their family dog.</font color></font face>

Bruce  takes a quick drag of the cigarette again and holds his head down in shame. He lifts his head back up, and looks at the two officers,</font face>

Bruce Evans: There's no evidence, that's a lie! I was at a dinner party last night with a friend of mine, and he'll vouch for me on that. She's just bitter because we're going through a very nasty and public divorce. She wants to see me in trouble, she wants to see me suffer. THAT BITCH is trying to frame me and make me look like the bad guy!</font color></font face>

Bruce pounds his hand on the table in anger and Officer Stewart puts his hand out to calm him down. Bruce shakes his head in disgust as Officer Murphy opens his folder and looks through some of the paper work in it. He looks up and back at Bruce while reading off one of the papers.</font face>

Officer Murphy: Says here that just about a month ago you were found guilty in damaging Mrs. Evan's car, and a few weeks later you were accused of stalking her outside of her apartment. Looks like you've been a busy man Mr. Evans. Oh, and by the way did you realize her house has since been surrounded with surveillance cameras?</font color></font face>

Bruce takes one last puff of the cigarette and puts it out. Now looking more nervous and guilty than ever he face palms before responding.</font face>

Bruce Evans: I don't follow her or anything going on in her life anymore so I wouldn't know that. Hell I've never even been to her new house since we split. As for the other accusations they're all false and ludicrous. Like I said, she's just a miserable old woman who misses me and wants to be with me. So, she's doing all this nonsense to try and take me down. If anyone should be accused of stalking it'd be her, she's always popping up to my job bothering me.</font color></font size>

The two officers look at each other as if they know something Bruce doesn't. Bruce just sits there rubbing his hands together out of nervousness.</font face>

Officer Murphy: Okay. Well we actually have obtained some of the surveillance from the supposed activities in question...</font face></font color>

Bruce quickly cuts off the officer as he holds his hand up in a "hold up" gesture. The sweat beads forming around his head are now very visible. He stands up and begins yelling.</font face>

Bruce Evans: I DEMAND TO SEE MY LAWYER! This is complete BULLSHIT!</font face></font color>

Bruce reaches down and swipes everything off the table onto the floor and viciously flips the table. Officer Stewart quickly drops his camera and rushes Bruce, slamming him face first against the wall as officer Murphy stands up from his seat and begins talking into his walkie talkie. Stewart has Bruce against the wall and has a grip on Evan's hands, as Bruce is shaking in anger.</font face>

Officer Stewart: You're going to need to calm down! You're going to get yourself into even more trouble. Now stop it, stop it now!</font face></font color>

Officer Murphy again talks on his walkie talkie and whispers something into the ear of Stewart. Officer Stewart grabs his handcuffs as Murphy walks over and sets the table and chair back up. He then reaches down and begins grabbing the scattered paper work from the floor. After a few struggles with Bruce kicking and trying to fight it, Officer Stewart manages to hand cuff Bruce to one of the chairs. The officer may have one the battle but his heavy breathing shows he paid for it. His face turns red as he looks at the detective. Murphy finally has all the papers off the floor as he stands up.</font face>

Officer Murphy: Alright, you know the routine. One call and one call only so make it count. We'll be back.</font color></font face>

The two officers exit the room talking to each other in disbelief over Evan's behavior. Bruce yanks a couple of times trying to free himself from  the cuffs to no success. He looks directly into the camera like a man possessed and breathing heavily.</font face>

Bruce Evans: Kain! You say you do this for your family, well as you can see I have no family! Everything I've worked my whole life for, that bitch has taken! I have nothing to lose, and when we step in that ring that fact alone should scare you. I don't give a damn about how big and powerful you might be, because when a man is in rage there's no telling what he's capable of. My Internet Championship means the world to me right now, and it's all I've got. If you think you're going to take that from me, the delusions are bigger than I thought. Be ready for a taste of greatness!</font color></font face>

Bruce continues kicking and trying to break free. He looks down on the ground to see his Internet championship laying their. This infuriates him more as he begins scooting his chair towards it and shouting out inaudible derogatory. A few officers rush the door and detain him as the scene fades with him still yelling.</font face>

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Climax Control Archives / It's my time!
« on: February 06, 2015, 05:43:15 AM »
 

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Thursday February 5th, 2015
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The sound of shattering glass and a car alarm can be heard as the cameras pan around outside of the Randolph Community Center in Tucson, Arizona home of Arizona State Wrestling. A bat hits the floor next to a navy blue Dodge Charger as a bunch of broken glass soon follows. A pair of black boots are the focus of the camera as they begin running away from the car. As the camera pans up, a man in black pants, black boots, a black shirt and black leather jacket with a black ski mask can be seen quickly running to a black 2014 maserati ghibli with the engine already running and the driver side door open. He jumps in the car, slams the door and takes off at an alarming speed out of the parking lot and onto the streets. A couple of security from the center burst through the doors of the building to see what just occurred as they may have seen the footage on security cam. The camera shows the car vanishing at a high speed and out of focus as the two security guards approach the dodge charger with the broken windows. They survey the scene for a minute or two before Kimberly Evans comes storming out of the building with her hands covering her mouth as she is in complete shock. She's in her wresting gear as they have just finished with their weekly show Thursday Night Showdown. She approaches the car and the security guards and begins yelling frantically.

Kimberly: Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! What the hell is going on here!?!

One of the security gently places one of his arms on her stomach as to push her back.

Security #1: Mam, is this your vehicle?

Kimberly pushes the guard out of the way as she herself begins to survey the car, shaking her head in complete disbelief.

Kimberly: Yea, it is! What the hell happened? Who did this? Did you see anyone around my car?

The guards look at each other and talk among themselves for a second before one of them replies.

Security #2: Ummm, we were on a break when all of this happened, I guess we returned to the surveillance room right after. We saw the footage and all we could make from it was someone dressed in all black, and their face was covered. Appears they used this...

He reaches down, grabbing the bat as Kimberly walks around her car checking to see all the damage

Kimberly: One of you guys have a phone? I'm pretty sure I know who did this!

One of the guards takes his cell phone from his jacket pocket and hands it to Kimberly as the camera zooms in it shows her dialing 9-1-1- on it. As the scene fades out, a very frustrated and distraught Kimberly begins talking to dispatch at the police station.

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The cameras open back up and the focus is now on a pair of what looks like bloody hands being washed in a bathroom sick. A few seconds of scrubbing the blood off their hands as the camera slowly pans up to show Bruce Evans. He has a concerned look on his face as he finishes washing his hands, grabbing a towel from the rack and drying them. He is in all black. Pants, boots, shirt, and leather jacket. He walks out of the bathroom and into what appears to be a room in a hotel. He sits on the bed and begins taking off his boots. He then takes off his pants, jacket and shirt until he is in nothing but a pair of tight red briefs and black socks. He reaches over to a drawer next to the bed, where he grabs out a big black garbage bag. He tosses all the clothing and boots into it, he also grabs a black ski mask and tosses it in as well. He ties the bag up tightly and walks over to the door. He sticks his head out the door and surveys the hallway which seems to be empty. He quickly runs over to a trash chute and tosses the bag in, running back to his room and slamming the door. He shakes his frazzled hair as he walks over to the mini bar and grabs a bottle of brandy and a shot glass. He walks over to a table off to the right and takes a seat. Opening the bottle of brandy he chugs a good amount and then fills the shot glass, downing it quickly as well. He sighs as he looks around the room, then at the watch on his hand before looking into the camera.

Bruce Evans: So the boys in the front office have decided that it's time I finally defend my newly won Internet Championship. Ya know with all that's being going on I haven't really had the chance to sit and take in how much of a big deal it is to be the inaugural champion. Because you see, my name will forever now be etched into the history books as the first man ever to hold this title, and my legacy, it lives on.

He pauses, filling the shot glass again and downing it just as quickly, slamming the glass on the table.

Bruce Evans: See for the past couple of months my life has completely changed. A split from Kimberly and I haven't seen our baby girl since. Th bitch is keeping her from seeing her dad, just goes to show what a low life she can truly be. I'll tell you this Kimberly, you're wrong, you're dead wrong! In that mind of your's you think you're winning this "battle" but I promise you when this is all said and done you'll be the one crying like you always do. You'll be the one hurt, alone, and feeling stupid for trying to screw with my life.

Bruce stands up and walks over to the window, he peaks through the blinds with a nervous look on his face and quickly closes them back. He then makes his way back to the table.

Bruce Evans: In your world Kimberly it's all about the material things. The money, the fancy houses, cars, all the things that make your world go round. But you know me, and you know that it's never been about that crap for me. You sit there running your mouth about how you're going to make my life miserable, about how you're going to take everything I own. That's fine, because you see none of that means a thing to me. The most important thing in my life, and you know it are my children and you've given me the ultimate low blow by keeping them away from me. I know it's you putting words in their heads and painting me out to be the bad guy. I know it's you telling my two boys not to answer my phone calls. You're a wicked bitch! Yea I said it, I've known it for years but hung in their for the kids.

Pausing again, he lets out a sigh of frustration as he looks around the room. He grabs the bottle of liquor and chugs some straight from it, as he wipes his mouth and continues.

Bruce Evans: You know what gets to me, what gets under my skin. You know what buttons to push that'll set me off and you're playing this little game of yours real well. Yes, I admit I f****** up! I can be man enough to admit that, but one thing I refuse to let anyone do is keep my kids from me, and you've got another thing coming if you think for one minute that's going to continue. Like I said you can have all that crap you think makes your life glamorous, but those kids, their just as much mine as they are yours. So if you wanna continue to screw with me, go ahead but I guarantee it's not going to get you anywhere. You want me to sign those divorce papers? Coming to where I make my living and trying to embarrass me in front of the world? Fine Kimberly, just fine. Come on out to Wales this Sunday. You want to air our dirty laundry? Okay, let's do it. For the world to see. You want to be a star and show off for the cameras? Fine, here's your chance "superstar". This Sunday Night at Climax Control let's put on a show for the cameras. Get in that private jet that we once shared and fly on over and watch me embarrass you and show the world exactly the type of shady little bitch you are!

Standing up, he walks over to the closet where he grabs a black duffle bag from the floor of it and walks back over to the table. He reaches into the bag and pulls out the S.C.W. Internet Championship. A huge and cocky grin crosses his face as he wraps the title around his waste, locking the buckles on it and adjusting it tightly around his waste,still in just his briefs. He walks over and climbs onto the bed and for no reason at all begins jumping up and down on the bed like a child. Smiling very hard he jumps up and down shouting " I am the Champion!" "I am the Champion!" for a few seconds before he jumps off the bed and begins laughing. Walking back over to the table and taking a seat he removes the title and places it on the table. He wipes it a little as he continues.

Bruce Evans: So here we are, and of all the people they could have possibly picked for me to have my first title defense, they pick Gabriel. No not the former Heavyweight Champion Gabriel, but Gabriel Asar. The man who can't keep a relationship to save his his life. The man that not long ago got his ass handed to him by a chick, a CHICK! Now I'm not going to take anything away from Gabriel, because ya see he is a talented young man. Outside of the ring it's well known that we have respect for each other, hell we're boys. Now his personal life, while no one's business is all over twitter and it makes him look weak, and vulnerable. But, don't let that social media shit fool you because I personally know that deep down inside he's strong, he's eager, and dammit he's hungry. He's like a vulture waiting for a fresh carcass to hit the ground so he can swoop in and feed off of it.

Bruce proudly stares at the Internet Title as he again looks at the watch on his right arm, he begins impatiently tapping his feet as he continues.

Bruce Evans: Gabriel I see that fire in your eyes. I know you want to be a success just as bad as anyone else in that locker room, and trust me one day you will be. But right now is not the time. You see right now it's my time! As your Internet Champion it will be an honor to finally meet you in that ring one one one. You finally get to put your skills to the test and face a real wrestler, not like the clowns you've faced in the past. See I am Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, the man that loves to come in and steal a show. A five star match is what you're going to get out of me each and every time I step through those ropes. I won't doubt you Asar, there's a chance you beat me this Sunday. A very small chance. A stroke of luck. On the flip side there's this guarantee from me that it will be your back on that mat and me pinning you in that ring. I'm a champion now, and with that comes the responsibility of representing the brand, and looking your absolute best. Sunday at Climax Control is day one of my title reign for me, my first defense, and when the show is over, I will be proudly standing over you and still Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion.

He stands up and walks over to the drawer beside the bed opening it to retrieve a cell phone. He looks at it, going through it for a few seconds before putting in on top of the drawer and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Bruce Evans: Mr. Asar, get ready, because I know I'm ready. Ready to once again show the world why I am pound for pound the best at what I do. As much as you want some gold around your waste, is at much as I intend on keeping this here title for a very very very long time. I am going on the record right now to say that I will be the most active title holder in the promotion. I will defend this title against whoever, and whenever. I will be that fighting champion that never backs down from a challenge, all comers are welcome. So to the boys in the back, the locker room hear me out. You want my title? Come and get me, I ain't hard to find and it all begins this Sunday in Wales when I defend and defeat you Gabriel, see ya Sunday pal.

Bruce stands up and begins walks towards the bathroom when there is a loud banging on the room door. A look of panic quickly crosses his face as he walks over to the door. He looks through the peephole and instantly steps back as the cameras show two police officers on the other side of the door. He walks over to the window and looks out, as the banging on the door continues he contemplates escaping through the window until he realizes he's at least four stories up. He walks back over to the door, peeping through the hole again to see the officers are still there. They bang on the door once again before one of them begins yelling orders.

Officer: Mr. Evans, it's the Tucson Police Department we have a warrant for you. You need to open the door and let us in or we'll force our way in!!!

The cameras show the other side of the door with the two police officers, hotel employees, and now Kimberly Evans all talking outside the room. One of the officers takes his baton out and begins banging very hard on the door. The cameras show Bruce on the other side thinking of what to do as he stands there in his briefs.

Officer: Okay Mr. Evans, we're coming in!

The door is slowly pushed in, as a member of the hotel sticks his key pass through the slot. The officers, a few members of the staff, and Kimberly enter the room. Bruce wipes his eyes, acting as if he just woke up and is in a state of confusion.

Bruce Evans: Wha.... Wha.... What's going on. What's happening? What's all this commotion about?

He wipes his eyes again and lets out a loud sleeping yawn while stretching his arms. Kimberly isn't buying it a bit as she tries grabbing for him in anger but is stopped by on of the officers who separates them by putting his arm between them.

Officer: Calm down mam we'll handle this. Mr. Evans we have reason to believe you were involved in the damaging of property earlier today. We're going to need you to come with us.

Bruce acts surprised as he stares at Kimberly who folds her arms and stares him down with an evil look.

Bruce Evans: What? What are you talking about? I've been here in my room all day getting rest. I have an early flight out of the country tomorrow morning.

Kimberly scoffs and rolls her eyes at Bruce as the officer stands in between them.

Officer: Well right now we need you to come down to the station with us, just answer a few questions and we'll show you the tape we got of the vandalism. Get some clothes on sir.

Bruce looks at Kimberly, then the hotel staff and police and shakes his head in disbelief as he walks over to the closet to get some clothes from it. He grabs a pair of black slacks, a white long sleeve shirt with buttons and a collar, and black dress shoes as he walks over to the bed and sits down

Bruce Evans: Can I have some privacy here please?

One of the officers opens the door as he, Kimberly, and the employees exit. One of the officers stays in the room as a precaution and watches Bruce get his clothes on. Bruce frowns as he begins putting on his clothes. He looks at the officer with disgust and begins mouthing off. As he finishes getting dressed he stands up and walks backwards to the officer allowing him to cuff him. As the scene fades The officers escort Bruce through the halls with Kimberly behind them taunting him.

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Climax Control Archives / Happy times, Sad times...
« on: January 21, 2015, 07:38:28 PM »
 
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***Ups and downs is the only way to describe the recent happenings surrounding Bruce Evans. For the first time since being a part of Sin City Wrestling in 2011 he has finally won a title. The Internet Championship made it's debut at Inception in Birmingham, England and Bruce out lasted eight other men to become the inaugural champion. With the happiness that comes from winning the title also comes the sadness of possibly ending his marriage of over twenty years with his wife. All in all the new champion was in a pretty upbeat mood this morning as the scene opens up inside of his home office in Calgary Alberta, Canada. Bruce is sitting at his desk drinking a cup of coffee and watching something on the flat screen television hanging on the wall directly across from the desk. As the camera moves it's focus from Bruce to the flat screen, we see that he is watching the Halloween Edition of Climax Control from 2012***

>[S.C.W. Climax Control October 28th, 2012]


Bo and Gabriel are stunned on the floor from the bad spill, but they fight on and start to get up when they hear a pounding and screaming.

Despayre: Let me out!! Please!!!

The fighting stops as suddenly as it started when Gabriel jumps up and starts looking around wildly.

Gabriel: Despy!?

Despayre: Gabriel!? Help!! Let me OUT!!!!

Bo too stops from his attack and just being who he is, shows open concern and looks around everywhere.

Bo: Where....?

And their eyes fall on the heavy casket and the pounding is coming from inside. Gabriel blanches.

Gabriel: Son of a BITCH!

And he charges for the casket with Bo right behind! Gabriel grabs the lock handles and twists them and throws the lid open and Despayre bolts upright in a seated position! His face is flushed and the marks of tear stains on his cheeks, as well as his nose running shows his hysterical reaction to not just over being trapped, but *where* he had been trapped! He looks at Gabriel wide-eyed and grabs him in a tight hug as Gabriel helps him out.

Gabriel: What happened!? How did you get in there!?

Despayre sucks in the oxygen, almost to the point of hyperventilating. he tries to calm himself and it takes a few tries before he finally chokes the truth out.

Despayre: His partner did it!

He says, pointing at Bo.

Despayre: He pushed me in and locked it!

Bo looks stunned that anyone would do such a thing, especially to a young man with open mental problems. Gabriel turns to look at him and the tag champion looks absolutely enraged at what was done to his 'little brother'. Bo shakes his head.

***With the camera now back on Bruce he begins laughing hysterically while slapping his knees. He claps his hand twice and the television shuts off. Zooming in on Bruce he instantly stops laughing and changes his facial expression to that of serious business. He looks down at his desk as the cameras zoom in on a close up of the newest title in Sin City Wrestling, the INTERNET CHAMPION, then back at Bruce who now has a cocky grin on his face as he rubs his hands together and begins talking***

BHBE: Well, looks like once again your's truly has lived up to his promise once again, and you are all very welcome!

***He looks at the Internet title and begins softly caressing it, with a huge smile on his face***

BHBE: See they all said he's too old. He's washed up. He doesn't have "IT" anymore, well my friends once again I have proven you wrong! Eight, count em eight other men, very legit and skilled men attempted the exact same thing, to become the first ever Internet Champion. Eight, count em eight other men failed at that attempt. And left standing in the end, when all was said and done, your's truly climbed that scaffold and he did it! Dammit after three years in this company with no titles he finally did it! Now I know what everyone's going to say now. They're all going to say that I won it only because one Mr. Gavin Stephens was attacked. Well, to that I say too damn bad. See Gavin was so focused on getting revenge on Bo that he forgot what was the more important of it all and his focus was non existent for the match. Gavin, you did it to yourself, you screwed yourself out of winning this title. Me, being the ultimate opportunist that I am, I picked up your broken pieces, put them back together, and hung on to that belt to do what everyone said I couldn't and I wouldn't. I don't care about how I won it, bottom line is I won it. Whatever little lover's quarrel you and Dreamwolf have going on, take care of it, and when you're good and ready this here title, it'll be ready to be defended if you're not a coward.

***Bruce claps his hands twice again and the camera focuses on the television turning back on. It shows the return to the S.C.W. of Kain. Focusing now back on Bruce the camera catches him not looking too thrilled or impressed by the return of the former superstar. He claps his hands two times again and the television shuts off again***

BHBE: Kain, Kain, Kain! Quite the athlete let's be honest. I give credit where credit is due and you Kain are no fluke. I know it, and the world knows it. Former two time Roulette Champion. That's something to be proud of, and it's not something to sneeze at. But this is a new time, a new era, and I am the man calling the shots right now sir. I welcome you back, but let's face it, it's about what you can do now, not what you've done then. So you decide to make your return at Inception, and interrupt my title win, who in the hell do you think you are? Do you think you scare me? Do you think I'm just gonna curl up into a ball and shake and shiver because you're back? Hell No! Kain, it's two thousand and fifteen and this is the year of the Blaque Hart. The year of me building on to my legacy. The year of me running things, calling shots, Kain it's the year of me dominating Sin City Wrestling. Now I understand that you've probably been sitting at home keeping up with the goings-on and you like so many across the world were just too damn impressed with what I've been doing since my comeback. I understand. But if you want to be a part of the success that is me, like I told Gavin I more than welcome you too to try and dethrone me. Kain, I ain't going no where and you know where to find me. Feeling froggy? Jump boy jump!


***Bruce begins smiling as again he turns on the television by clapping his hands. On the screen now is a preview for Climax Control from Scotland this weekend. As the preview for his match pops up he pays close attention. This would be the first time in his career that he teams with a female. It'll be he and Veronica Taylor against Despayre and Amanda Cortez in the opening of the Blast from the Past Tournament. The camera focuses back on Bruce as he is seen looking at a photo of Kimberly with a look of sadness and regret on his face.  He shoves the picture into one of the drawers and looks back into the camera***

BHBE: Now here we go, it is time for another tournament known as the Blast from the Past. It's all about the luck of the draw, and in the end the winners get what we are all in this business for. A chance at the top titles in the company. The World Title and the Bombshell's Title. Now Kimberly and I, we thought she'd be the first female I ever teamed with, guess we were wrong. Things didn't quite work out as we have planned. But that's the way the ball rolled and shit happens. This weekend I team with a woman for the first time ever in my career, and she's a woman I could really care less about but she'll do nonetheless. She's proven that she has what it takes on more than one occasion to be a champion in this company and she knows what she's doing in that ring. Veronica Taylor, we don't know each other well but this Sunday I am calling on you to be on your "A" game so we can get this victory and advance. We have something in common Veronica, we're both not very well liked by the fans or the others in the back. We both don't give a damn about that and we both know that all that matters is being the greatest at what we do. See I know you and Amanda are friends, hell you're both in the same stable, but in this business friendship is put to the side when it comes to becoming a champion, the leader of the pack. I know you want to be the Bombshell Champion just as much as I want to be the Heavyweight Champion. So this Sunday, me and you in Scotland we will work together to get closer to achieving those goals. This Sunday I want you to forget about your friendship with Amanda and the fact that she knows what it's like to hold that Bombshell title and you don't. Sunday Veronica ya gotta figure out what's more important, a friendship? Or being at the top of the ladder looking down on all the others. Don't let me down...

***Bruce pauses for a brief moment before he continues***

BHBE: Now Amanda, little Miss Amanda Cortez. Two thousand and twelve you got to get a taste of what it feels like to be at the top of the most powerful females division in all of this business. You Amanda know what it's like to be a Bombshell Champion. For two months you held on to that championship and you dominated the division, defending that title week after week after god damn week. Proving at the time that you were the ultimate, the best, the cream of the crop. Don't you wanna see you're friend have that same orgasmic feeling? Don't ya? See Amanda you know what that feeling is like, it's like no other in the world right? So since you've already had your ultimate climax, don't you think it'd be nice of you to let your friend get that same feeling? Not asking you to throw the match or anything, but just for a second, if only just one second think about poor little Miss Veronica Taylor, your close dear friend and fellow Mean Girl never having the chance to be the Bombshell Champion. Just for one little second Amanda think about your road dog, you're down for it all, your ride or die bitch finally getting to experience that feeling of royalty and success. Now like I said Amanda, not asking you to throw the match, but for a second, think about your girl, your "bff" and what getting a chance at the top title in your division would mean for her. Now ya say ya don't care about me and ya don't know much about my matches, and I'm a loser. That's fine, trust me I won't lose sleep at night over those comments. But, and I say this with pride Amanda, right now I am in the prime of my career, and I see things in a different light now. Your opinion of me means little to nothing to me. Your whole "Mean Girl" facade means little to nothing to me. All I ask is that this weekend at Climax Control that you think about your bond, your friendship, your commitment to poor little Veronica and the fact that you've had that belt and she hasn't.

***Bruce winks into the camera at Amanda and laughs a little. He then picks up a photo from his desk. The camera zooms in on it to show that it's a Christmas photo of Despayre and Angel in matching ugly Christmas sweaters. He looks at it, shakes his head in disgust and disbelief before putting it through the paper shredder under his desk***

BHBE: Poor little weird little strange little possibly not on the same page with the rest of the human race Despayre. What can I say about that very different, very awkward, very ummmm how can I say this without sounding f***** up? Ummm damn f*** it dude is just a f****** retard. I hate using that word because it's not right, and my mom told me not to ever use it but damn I think I used it for the right reasons in this case. Hey Despayre, remember me?

***Waving into the camera and smiling he pauses, letting out a little chuckle***

BHBE: Yes, it's me Despayre, I guess you can call me uncle Brucie. It's been a while, it's been a very long while. But I'm sure even you, with that mental incapability of your's will remember what happened to you the last time we were around each other. See let me tell you a little story. It was over two years ago when you and your partner at the time, current Heavyweight champ were tag team champions and challenged me and my unlikely partner and rival at the time for those belts. Sure, ya won, ya walked out still champions, but you Despayre also walked out scarred for life. At least that's the feeling I got. It was me who scared the shit out of you by locking you in that coffin, it was you pounding and crying and begging to be let out. Just shows you that I only care about myself, and your well being means absolutely nothing to me. I've throughout the years done my part and given to the Jerry Lewis telethon and I'm sure some of that has gone to helping you, so my conscious is pretty good at the moment, but now here we are two years later and things are fixing to be the same. I don't hate ya kid, I really don't. Matter of fact I kind of like ya, or at least I feel sorry for you. See it's not your fault you were given the hand you were dealt, it's not your fault you've been surrounded by the "family" you're surrounded with, and it damn sure ain't your fault little buddy that Sin City Wrestling put us in this match. Like I said earlier this tournament is luck of the draw, you can't pick your partners much like in life you can't pick your parents or surroundings. Bottom line is this Despayre, you're a good guy, a bit out there but still good. You're admired by fans all the world over, and that little bear of your's.... he's... well he's cute. But, this weekend I start my journey to the biggest prize in this industry, and you, you're standing in my way. So at Climax Control, live from Scotland, you and that little mean little bitch Amanda, you're going to have to be exposed of. Sorry Despayre, and oh yeah give Angel a kiss for uncle Bruce!

***Bruce lets out a little smile before continuing***

BHBE: Ya see S.C.W. you have awoken a sleeping giant. Sure I'm not that big in stature but ya know what I mean. This tournament is all about proving that you are the absolute best in the game, and starting this weekend at Climax Control I plan on doing just that. I don't give a damn who you pick as my partner, who we have to go up against, in the end I show the world why Blaque Hart Bruce Evans is the legend that I say I am. This Sunday I show you all why when I made my return, I made it to finish off my legacy and adding that S.C.W. Heavyweight Championship will be the last of that legacy. Scotland, you're in for a treat, for this weekend you will be privileged enough to see the Franchise Player, the ICON, the LEGEND that is.... Bruce Evans...

***One last time Bruce claps his hands together twice as the camera pans over to show his match from Inception where he takes the Internet Championship down. The camera then reverts back to Bruce who begins rubbing and kissing the Internet title as the scene fades to black***


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Supercard Archives / SUPERSTAR ULTIMATE X MATCH - see thread
« on: January 09, 2015, 05:17:44 PM »
 
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***It had been a very hectic past few weeks for me ever since all that bullshit with J.J. Dixon and Kimberly over Twitter. Kimberly hasn't been home since December and sleep for me was becoming non-existent. I'd never been alone this long EVER in my life and it was starting to mess with my head a little. My focus on being the best in the ring was starting to diminish. The first S.C.W. card of the year was just two days away and it was now time for me to clear my head and regain my focus***

Friday January 9th, 2015 [The Evans Household. Calgary Alberta, Canada]

***We are inside the kitchen of Bruce and Kimberly's home in Calgary Alberta, Canada. Their housekeeper Lucy is seen standing over the stove making food. As the camera zooms in on the food she is cooking there are eggs going in one skillet, breakfast sausages in another, and pancakes in the third. She was always quite the cook. Lucy is an older hispanic woman in her sixties and has been with the family for over twenty years. This morning she was dressed in her regular clothes and not the normal uniform given to her by the Evans as it was "Casual Friday". She wore a pair of old worn out blue jeans, plain white shoes, and for some reason a red and white Christmas sweater which certainly has won an ugly sweater contest or two in it's days. She has her gray and black hair tied up and a black apron "protecting" her clothes as she worked around the house. The camera again zooms in on the food as she reaches to the left of the stove and grabs a plate. She begins prepping the plate with the food as she turns off the stove. With the plate full of the breakfast foods she walks it over to the white kitchen island located in the middle of the room. The entire kitchen has a red and white theme, the island is white and placed around it are red stools. She lays the plate on the island and walks over to the entrance of the kitchen and looks upstairs to where the bed rooms, office, and other rooms are***


Lucy: Mr. Evans, your breakfast is ready sir!

***She wipes her hands on the apron and walks back into the kitchen, standing by the island waiting for Bruce. She picks up a pile of envelopes and papers and looks through them. The sound of heavy feet running down the stairs are heard and after just a few seconds Bruce walks into the kitchen. He's obviously not been woke too long as his eyes look tired and his hair in a state of "bed head". Bruce is wearing a bulky red robe with his initials B.E. in white just over the left breast of it along with a pair of white house slippers. He looks to be in a good mood this morning considering all he's been through as of late as he smiles at Lucy and walks over to the island. She hands him the envelopes and papers as he takes his seat at one of the stools***

Lucy: Good morning sir. Here is the mail for you and enjoy your breakfast. If you need me I'll be upstairs dusting the office.

BHBE: Good morning Lucy, and what did I tell you about calling me sir? You're apart of this family. It's Mr. Evans.

***Bruce lets out a small giggle as does Lucy as they seem to be joking with each other. She walks off and away from the kitchen as the sound of heavy foot steps walking up the stairs are heard. In the kitchen Bruce grabs a coffee mug from in front of him and takes a sip as he looks through the envelopes and papers from the mail. He hums some song as he sorts through them until a big vanilla envelope in particular catches his eyes. The humming stops and his smile vanishes as he puts the rest of the mail back down and focuses primarily on this one. The camera zooms in to show the the envelope is marked as being from Kimberly. Bruce's eyess grow wide as he opens the envelope and pulls out a pile of about three or four pieces of paper. He begins reading softly to himself as the camera zooms in even closer***

BHBE: Dear Mr. Bruce Evans, from the attorney offices of Smith, Greene, and Horn on behalf of Mrs. Kimberly Evans...

***His face begins to turn sour as he continues looking through the papers. His mood just made a complete three sixty the further into the paper work he gets. He puts the paper down after browsing through them and he hangs his head down for a few seconds. When he lifts his head back up his eyes look as if he's about to start crying. He takes another sip from the coffee mug and rubs his fingers through his hair as he lets out a sigh

BHBE: Oh.... Oh boy..... I knew this day would be heading my way. Just didn't think it'd be so soon. Man this sucks!

***Bruce stands up from the stool and grabs the papers. He walks out of the kitchen, through the living room and up the stairs. He walks down the halls passing several doors until he reaches what appears to be the office. He enters the office as Lucy jumps up from her seat behind his desk. She had been in there watching her daily telenovelas as she had always done. She doesn't know that Bruce already knows as she pretends to be dusting the bookshelf behind the desk with a feather duster as she whistles. Bruce stands in the door way with the papers in his hand***

BHBE: You can go home Lucy. Take the rest of the day off. Then you can watch your mexican soaps.

***Bruce lets out a seemingly forced giggle as Lucy turns around with a concerned look across her face***

Lucy: Huh? The rest of the day? Is everything okay Mr. Evans?

***With a fake smile on his face Bruce looks down at the paper work in his hands then back at Lucy***

BHBE: Yes everything is okay. Everything will be okay.

***Lucy walks closer to Bruce and begins taking her apron off. Lucy was a very nosy woman but it never seemed to bother either of the Evans. It was obvious she knew what was happening as she looks at the paper in Bruce's hands and then the look on his face. She's already in her head put two and two together***

Lucy: She did it didn't she?

***Bruce just nods his head as Lucy moves in closer embracing him very tight. She begins speaking spanish in an angry tone before letting go***

BHBE: Don't worry Lucy. I'll take of everything. There ain't much to do around here today so take the rest of the day off and relax.

***Lucy looks at Bruce and gives him a pity smile as she stands there shaking her head in anger. She then walks out of the office again speaking angry spanish as she closes the door behind her. Bruce walks over to his desk, grabs the remote to the television and turns off the spanish soap opera. He walks around and sits in his desk chair just sitting there with a blank stare. He holds his head down between his two hands for a few seconds and then looks up***

BHBE: I hope you're happy! I hope you're real happy Mr. J.J. Dixon! You low down good for nothing son of a bitch! She did it! She's leaving me! She's gone! She's gone for good!

***He furiously shoves everything off the desk unto the floor. He takes the papers from Kimberly and places them in the paper shredder just under his desk. He strokes his hair and then puts his elbows on top of the desk with his hands folded in front of his mouth as he sits their thinking***

BHBE: You came in and you did something that no one has been able to do for over twenty years. You divided a very happily married couple. You've ruined and broken up a family. I hope this pleases you Dixon. I hope you can look yourself in the mirror and feel good about yourself and who you are. I hope you can sleep at night knowing we've got a little girl who's not going to be seeing her dad on a daily basis now. You're an asshole J.J.! I promise I better not ever see you again. I promise that if I ever get the chance I'm gonna make you regret the day you ever met me. Regret the fact that you've now just completely ruined my life. I am going to return the favor and make your life a living hell! I promise you... No I guarantee you that punk!

***He pauses as he reaches into one of the desk drawers and pulls out a framed portrait of he and Kimberly on their wedding day. He looks at the picture as a small smile crosses his face. The couple looked extremely happy on their big day over twenty years ago. He stands the portrait on the desk***

BHBE: Over twenty years ago I vowed to that woman to love, honor, and obey her til death did us part. As far as I know neither of us are dead yet. I promised to love her through sickness and health, for richer or poorer. We both have everything in life we could have ever wanted thanks to the wrestling business,so there was never really a period of being poor. There's been times where she's been sick, and it was me who was there to take care of her. There's been times where I've been sick and it was her who took care of me. We've had some of the best times in our lives together, and now it's all gone, it's just gone!

***Another pause as he glances at the picture again before placing it face down and shaking his head in disgust. He takes out another framed portrait from a desk drawer and looks at it with a small smile. This one of him, Kimberly, their two older sons, and their young daughter. He stands it up on the desk***

BHBE: The family times we had together. The vacations. The game nights. The absolutely amazing times we all had together as one big happy family gone! Thanks J.J. Thanks a lot. You know it's one thing professionally to screw me over, but when my family is involved it's personal. That's where the line was crossed. It's bullshit and it's wrong on every level and you're gonna be the one that has to live with that for the rest of your life. You see I know I've had apart in all of this just as well. I admit I f***** up! I can't put all the blame on you. A couple of weeks ago on my birthday I f***** it up. I was depressed, lonely, miserable and I spent the night in my hotel room drinking like a fish. One thing led to another and someone was drunk dialed to my room. It happened. Something I promised Kimberly I would never do again happened!

***He looks at the family portrait once more before placing it face down on the desk next to his wedding portrait. He folds his hands together again and places them in front of his mouth. Looking around the office he continues***

BHBE: But the business has taught me one thing I will always hang on to. You never mix business with pleasure. You never mix your professional life with your personal life. I made that mistake. It's all my fault. I should have known better. My focus should have been to separate the two but I didn't. Now I'm screwed. It's time for me to think things over. See where I am in life, where I'm going. This trip overseas should be good for me. Maybe it'll help me clear my mind. This tour will take me away from my loved ones, but maybe that's just what I need at this point in my life. Maybe it'll help to make me a better person. Maybe when I come back time will have healed all wounds and I can get my lovely family back together.

***Reaching into his desk drawer once more, he pulls out a yellow folder. The folder has "S.C.W. 2015 Tour Schedule" written across it. He opens the folder and takes out a piece of paper. Before continuing to talk he reads through the paper in his head***

BHBE: Birmingham, England. It's been a while since I've been over there. Matter of fact it was in the opening years of my career. Don't really care much for the place but at least we won't have to be in the states for the full year. Inception! First event for us of the year and it just so happens to be a super show. A line up stacked from opening bell to main event. A line up that could easily be one of the best this company has ever seen. A night in which at least three new champions are guaranteed to be crowned, and a night where I will have to go through eight other men to become the first ever Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion. To me it's something that is not impossible. Something I've done elsewhere before. The question is have I lost some of my mojo? Can I still hang with some of the best this business has to offer? Can I grapple with the guys that are younger than me, faster, stronger than me? I'm looking at this show as my official "comeback". The day that Bruce Evans re-invents himself. The day that Bruce again puts his name back on the map. The day that Bruce regains his legacy and adds on to it. My friends it will be the day that I, Bruce Evans becomes your first ever Internet Champion!

***A look of confidence crosses the face of Bruce as he rubs his hands together***

BHBE: Rage, Drexel Matheson, Hydro, Joshua Acquin, Gavin Stephens, Gabriel Asar, Bo Dreamwolf, and Chris Shipman. Without doubt, hands down some of the finest on the roster. We all have one goal in mind and that is walking out of Inception as first ever Internet champion. Nine men all going for the same thing. It's like parents fighting over that "it" toy of the year in the malls. I've sat back and watched what some of the others have had to say and some of it just made me laugh.Take Rage for instance. I hear ya running your mouth about how you're the only former world champion in this match. Ya say you don't even want the Internet title. You won the S.C.W. Heavyweight Championship over two years ago, get over yourself! You see while you see this title as meaning nothing to you, to the rest of us it's a history making match. The winner will go down in the history books and that means something. But even more important than that is that you're a champion for one of the top companies around. Sure it's not the top championship of the company, but it's a damn good start. See being a champion in this company means you're one of the best, one of the top guys around. Furthermore this Internet championship could easily be a stepping stone to that World Championship. So Rage you don't have to care about the match, or the new title, but I do. If it's not that important to you why don't you do us all a favor and just stay home that night because you're wasting mine and everyone else's time.

***He reads some more from the paper work in the folder***

BHBE: Then I see Gavin Stephens doing what he does best, run that big sour mouth of his. I sit and watch this guy speak and since day one he's done nothing but bitch. Why are you such an angry little man Gavin? Why are you such a bitter little person? I don't have the answers to those questions and quite frankly I don't give a shit. You see you walk around like you've done something in Sin City, like you've accomplished something. You haven't Gavin and that's why you haven't gotten anything yet. Because you haven't earned it. You want to be in the main events and headline the big shows and be "Mr. Important" and all the other golden things that come with being the "man". The problem with that Mr. Stephens is you simply haven't earned it. See you talk a really good game, you really do. I enjoy your rants and raves about what's right and wrong with the company, I really do. Because you've been here forever right? So you know how things should be ran right? Maybe Mark and Christian should just give the company to you and let you decide who gets what and who wrestles who and who gets which title right? That way you can make your little stable mates look like they're actually worth something. With that huge ego you have for what reason I'm not quite sure yet, you'll of course make yourself Heavyweight Champion. Maybe you can give the Bombshell title to your lovely wife. Let's see.... maybe Andrew Watts will be your Internet Champion right? Alex Kaelin will be your Roulette Champion, and I guess you'll figure out some way to divide the rest of the titles among yourselves. In your world Gavin that's how you see things. You think the "Rejects" deserve it all, don't you? Well this is the real world Stephens! This is Sin City Wrestling and around here you get what you earn. So earn it, and stop all you're bitching. You're really starting to sound like you should be in the Bombshell division.

***Evans stands up and walks over to the window. He looks out of it through the blinds as the sun sneaks into the room***

BHBE: Bo Dreamwolf and I have quite the storied history if I may say so myself. But I'm sure many will agree. We put on some of the most entertaining matches in the early days of the company and then it all ended. I went away, he went away. I came back, he came back. My concern is what were you doing while you were away Bo? Running around with a feather on top of your head doing your chants? Because I was training for my comeback. Training to return and become the best there is. Are ya even in shape to go at it with eight of us? Look Bo, after our little "rivalry" I can admit I walked away from it respecting you. You may not be man enough to admit it in front of people but I'm sure you feel the same about me. This weekend for the first time in over two years you and I will be in that ring at the same time. There's definitely not going to be any love lost. I said I respect you as a man, not as a wrestler. As a wrestler I can't stand your guts, as a wrestler you make me sick. At Inception I'm gonna have to shut down any dreams you have of ever holding another title ever again.

***He opens the blinds and walks back over to his chair***

BHBE: Blown opportunities happen in this business, matter of fact they happen all the time. Drexel you know what I'm talking about right? You, like many of the others on the roster like to chime in on twitter about what's going on between me and my..... Kimberly when it's really none of your business. I don't like you, I don't like you at all. You run your mouth and all that comes out of it is crap. Tons of it. You run around bragging about beating me in a three way match which I didn't even get pinned, and that's fine. I'm not one to sit around and cry about a loss because I know that ya win some and ya have to lose some. But if that win is your career highlight then go on ahead and keep celebrating it. I'm sure you probably sit and watch and rewind that match over and over again and pat yourself on the back right? That's fine, I can't blame ya. For once in your career you got to rub elbows with a real legend. I'm sure it's probably your life's biggest accomplishment and you'll tell your children, your grand children, hell maybe even your great grand children, and ya know what Drexel? That too is just fine with me. But this weekend won't have the same outcome. This weekend you will not be walking out as a winner and you can bet your bottom dollar on that!

***Bruce rubs his eyes and then takes the yellow folder closing it and putting it back into the drawer***

BHBE: As for Hydro there's a guy I'm actually anxious to get in the ring with. I've heard a lot about the guy before he came here but gotta admit I haven't seen a lot. Not impressed, not at all. This kind of match would probably be to his advantage as he's a spot monkey high flying bastard and that's an advantage when trying to retrieve that title. Mr. Acquin a former tag team champion so at least you know what it's like to hold a title around here, good for you. I know you loved that feeling, never wanted to let it go, and want that magical feeling back again. It's a feeling we all love and never want to lose but shit happens. I'm sure becoming first ever Internet Champion is something you like the rest of us want just as bad as the next guy. Sorry to break the bad news to ya Joshua but I want it more than the rest of ya'll and I will stop at nothing to make sure that is accomplished.

***Standing up, Bruce walks out of the office and through the hallways. There's tons of family pictures along the walls as he reaches another room. It's a large bedroom which like the kitchen downstairs is themed in red and white. He walks over to a closet and pulls out some very expensive looking red luggage. He walks over to a king sized bed which is full of clothes and begins stuffing the luggage with the clothes***

BHBE: Now I kind of like Gabriel Asar now. I know what he's going through. He too is going through a nasty separation from his girl so his mind like mine must be a little clouded like mine. The difference between he and I is that my wi..... uh Kimberly isn't always around like his ex backstage. Gabriel let me give you some advice, get her out of your head if only for the time you're in that ring. I know it's hard, it's rough and you might walk around like everything is fine when we all know you're hurting inside. If you really want that Internet title your complete and undivided attention will be needed. Stop trying to be this "playboy" and start being something that matters, being a wrestler. Gotta say you're odds of winning are already low since I'm in the match but with that woman on your mind it's only gonna make it harder for you to walk out with that title.

***As he continues stuffing the luggage with his clothes and ring gear he comes across a sexy pair of red laced panties. He stops in his tracks and picks them up. He just stands there holding them in his hands for a few seconds before putting them back down, as he continues packing***

BHBE: Being in your backyard may be an advantage for you Shipman but not much of one when this kind of match happens. See it's going to be nine hungry and I do mean very hungry men beating the crap out of each other for a prized possession. Maybe being so close to home for you makes it easier for you to be over confident. My friend don't let that be the death of your chances of winning this match. See we all know how crazy you are and how you have this I don't give a f*** and I'll do anything attitude, but is that enough to help you win? Doubt it. In two days you too will have a story to tell your kids. Like the other men in this match you get the chance to be in the same ring with greatness, royalty, awesomeness. You get the chance to take notes and learn something. You get the chance Mr. Chris Shipman to make history and become first ever Internet Champion of Sin City Wrestling. But the nail in the tire will be when you're in that ring and come to the realization that Blaque Hart Bruce Evans simply wanted it and deserves it more. That Blaque Hart Bruce Evans was just that much better on that night. And finally that Blaque Hart Bruce Evans is the franchise player, the Icon, and the only true LEGEND of Sin City Wrestling!

***Bruce finishes packing one of the pieces of luggage and starts on another one. He gets distracted as he sees the pair of red panties again and stops. He picks them up, puts them up to his face and begins to sniff them as the scene fades out***

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Supercard Archives / SUPERSTAR ULTIMATE X MATCH - see thread
« on: January 02, 2015, 06:58:52 AM »
 
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***The scene opens up inside the training school of Blaque Hart Bruce Evans located in Calgary Alberta, Canada. The cameras focus on the students running the ropes and working on bumps inside the ring. A lot of the students look like pimple faced high school students while some look like they're too old and just wasting their money. We get a few minutes of the students in the ring being yelled at by who appears to be one of the teachers before we are taken inside the office of Bruce just to the right of the ring. Evans is sitting at his desk looking through some paper work and every other second looking out the window of the office at the training going on in the ring. Bruce gets up from his black leather chair with a pile of papers in his hands and walks over to a red filing cabinet where he opens one of it's sliding doors and stuffs the papers into it. His attire for the day consists of black slacks, black dress shoes, a red long sleeved buttoned up shirt and his hair in it's everyday ponytail. Bruce walks over to the door, opening it and yelling something to the trainer and closing the door back. He walks back to his chair and takes a seat, as he looks directly into the camera***


BHBE: One, Eleven, Fifteen. One, Eleven, Fifteen. One, Eleven, Fifteen! Those are the numbers that have been stuck in my head for the past week. Everywhere I go I see those three numbers. Everything I've done I see those three numbers. For you see those three numbers are the date that the resurrection of Blaque Hart Bruce Evans occurs. It's the day that Sin City Wrestling kicks off it's year long tour and it all starts in Birmingham, England.

***Bruce stands up and walks over to the window, glancing out at the training. He then closes the blinds covering the window before walking back to his chair and sitting back down***

BHBE: Bruce you're old! Bruce you're washed up! Bruce you ain't got it no more! Just some of the things I hear coming from people from various platforms. What those people don't realize is that it's that doubt that pushes me and makes me stronger and better than ever. On January 11th I get to do what I do best. I get to do what I'v been doing since my return to the S.C.W. I get to shut up the haters. I get to shut up the people that think my age will hold me back from doing what I want to do. Just a few days ago I celebrated my forty third birthday. I celebrated it like any of my other birthdays, I partied until I just couldn't party no more. I painted the town red. I drank like there was no tomorrow, that young man inside of me lived it up! Because you see, like I've said thousands of times age is nothing but a number. It's just a mental thing. The older you feel, the older you are. Me? I feel like a rookie just breaking into this business with all the potential in the world. I feel like the man that keeps getting chance after chance after chance to prove himself. At Inception it is my chance to prove to the world that I belong here. My chance to prove that these past fifteen plus years in the industry have been no fluke. At Inception it's my chance to prove that yes, I indeed have still "got it"!

***Bruce pauses, looking down on his desk through some more paper work before continuing***

BHBE: Ya see, since I've come back to the city of Sin, no matter who you are you have to admit that I have been on a hot streak. Sure, I don't have any titles but you have to admit that I have been one of the hottest the company has to offer. I have beaten men and they haven't been heard from since. I have beaten men into quitting the company. I have beaten Sin City Wrestling's rookie of the year Gene Banton Jr. and he hasn't been heard from since. See I'm not one to toot my own horn, but toot mother f****** toot! Since I have been back in this company I have been the man to watch out for. I have been the man that has gone out to that damn right night after night and left my all in that ring. I am the man that has stolen shows. I am just that damn man! At Inception I shut up all the people that said I can't, and I promise to you all with every last beat of my heart that I am walking out as your first Internet Champion!

***Bruce pauses again as he smiles at the camera and runs his fingers though his ponytail***

BHBE: Inception will be a night of many firsts. The first time that nine men will compete in an "ultimate x" style match. The first time that nine women will compete in the exact same match. It's all about the pride and the honor of being named the first ever S.C.W. Internet Champion. It's an honor that no one in either of these matches wants to pass them by. It's an honor and a mention that all involved in these matches will stop at nothing, absolutely nothing to make sure that at the end of the night it's their hands that are being raised as the victor. For me, there is no stopping me. For me, it is my destiny. For me, I know that at the end of the night the legend of Blaque Hart grows even stronger. My legacy adds another chapter. My Iconic status is upgraded that much more and at the end of this night I am the first in the company's history to win this unique match!

***Bruce holds his head down for a second before lifting it back up and with a cocky grin on his face he continues to speak***

BHBE: Mr. Chris Shipman. A man I have respect for simply because the man is a crazy son of a bitch. The man has proven since he's been here in S.C.W. that there is nothing he won't do. My question for you Chris is does having a championship even mean anything to you? Or are you just here for the thrills? Did Sin City just randomly toss you in this match because they had nothing else for you to do? Or do they really think you could end up as the first ever internet champion? That's the thing with the powers that be, the men who run this company. Ya never know what's going on in those minds of theirs. For them it's all about the ratings and the buy rates. For them as far as I'm concerned they don't give a shit about the well being of their talent. So Shipman you are their little puppet. They hold and pull your strings and when they say dance, like the monkey you are, you dance. So now that I look back at it Chris, you're the absolute perfect man for this match. A dangerous match that will have the fans on the edge of their seats, a match in which the unexpected can and will happen. So for you Shipman, puppet, spot monkey maybe there is a chance you will walk out as the winner. But then again when I think about it, I'm in the match s never mind. When it's all over you can go back to trying to impress the fans with your fancy gimmick matches while I go down in S.C.W. history.

***Bruce takes his hair out of the ponytail and shakes his hair***

BHBE: A few weeks ago I lost my chance at advancing in the Roulette Title Tournament. In a match that you could only see in this company I lost a triple threat match at a f****** Walmart for crying out loud. But my word then and my word now is that I will not complain. See I'm a man that looks forward and never backwards. I don't dwell on the past. The what could have been or the what should have been. That night as I've said before Drexel was the better man. Simple as that. That night Drexel walked out the winner and advanced in the tournament. Then little Drexel walked into a little pile of shit. Matheson got too into himself thinking that the Roulette Title was as good as his but he was wrong. ALEX KAELIN wanted it more. He was thirstier, he was hungrier, and he walks out and beats Matheson. How did it feel? Did you disappoint yourself? I know the feeling. But you like me Drexel have been given yet another shot at gold. See while the two of us are no longer in that Roulette Title Tournament we both have something new to look forward to. So at Inception the question will be does Drexel Matheson want it more than Bruce Evans? Is he hungrier than I am? Can he stop Bruce from finally realizing his dream of holding a title in Sin City Wrestling? Honestly Drexel I doubt you can.

***Bruce stands up and walks over to he door, he looks through the blinds of the window shaking his head. He then walks over to the closet and opens the door. He pulls out an unknown title belt and walks back over to his desk, placing the title down in front of him before sitting back down***

BHBE: This here is the A.C.F. World Championship. A company no longer in business but a company when it was around kicked the competition's ass. A company that was headed by your's truly. This here title was the title that kept me above everyone else in the company. You see people think that the title makes the man, but to me the man makes the title. I will make that Internet title worth what it should be, and I refuse to let anyone stop me. That includes you Gavin Stephens. You see there's something about you that I just don't like. Ya walk around with your little buddies and wife and you all act as if your shit don't stink. I can't quite put my finger on it but something about you just rubs me the wrong way. You came in here and you act as if you're to be rewarded. You act as if you want things handed to you. Well let me break it to you Gavin, you have to earn your worth in the S.C.W. You sit there and you like to shoot and trash the others in the back but my question to you is what makes you better? Yeah you might have done something in other companies to build up your name and value but when you stepped foot here into the S.C.W. all of that vanished. All of that Gavin is irrelevant. So now you've got to do what we've all had to do when we came here. You start from scratch and you prove yourself all over again. You and your "rejects" are just that to me. A bunch of low life under handed crooked good for nothing punks. So go back to playing those stupid video games with your step daughter and that bimbo you call a wife. Because at Inception I come in with a goal, a plan, and I will succeed.

***Bruce lets out a little chuckle, while rubbing the A.C.F. world title***

BHBE: Hydro, Hydro, Hydro. You've been quite the disappointment since your arrival here. Have you even won a match yet? You came in here the big shit, you and those other two goofs walked around like you ran the place. Now you're only looked at as a joke. You were hyped as this big deal but come to find out it was all a fluke. See I figured out what it was, all that green you put into your system on a daily basis is ruining you. It's messing up your concentration. Your focus, it's dead, it's somewhere you can't find. You like to spend your time getting "high" and that's where you shitted all over that thing you call a career. You see Hydro I happen to be more focused than I've ever been in my career. I am more dangerous than I've ever been in my career. You just happen to be another body standing in my way and I'll gladly remove you at all costs!

***Looking down at more paper work Bruce picks up some of it and puts it into the desk drawer***

BHBE: Joshua Acquin, I see you're showing up to the party. Thing is, this won't be the kind of party you want or you're used to. You are like the other eight unlucky men that Sin City Wrestling has thrown in my way. See I know the company just wanted to make things exciting, ya know, throw in a match that could carry the show. They came to me. They know that any match I am in will steal the show. We're in England and this is without a doubt the most exciting thing to happen to them since.... well since ever. Now Josh I know you have these plans, these goals, these ambitions. That's all fine and dandy but as you saw in that match for the Christmas edition of Climax, I am the man with the golden plan. I won that match and showed you all just what I am capable of. On the eleventh you have the misfortunes of being in a match with me again. Sorry. Blame the boys in the office. They obviously don't want you to succeed if they keep putting you in matches with me. Acquin, maybe you can go to them and opt out of this match before you get embarrassed again.

***Bruce gets up and walks back over to the door, he opens it half way and sticks his head through it yelling something at his instructor. He closes it back and continues to talk looking into the camera***


BHBE: Then the bright minds of S.C.W. throw Gabriel Asar into this match. This idiot who likes to put all his issues on twitter. The man who got his ass handed to him by a girl, a girl! Are ya kidding me? What are the odds that I'm going to let a man who got his ass kicked by a woman walk out of this match as the winner? As far as I'm concerned they might as well put him in a bikini match with Amy and call it a night. Gabriel you are a joke, an embarrassment to men the world over and you don't belong in this match. You're gonna go out there and humiliate yourself because that's all you're good for. In two weeks, you get the chance to step in the ring with the hottest thing S.C.W. has going. I'll give you something to tweet about that'll actually be worth something!

***Evans walks back over to his seat and sits down***

BHBE: Bullies. Something I've never appreciated. That's what you are Rage. A big bully! You go around with that weird family of your's making threats and bullying the people that you know you're more powerful then. You've been here since the start, and you've got something that no one else in this match has. An S.C.W. World Championship on your resume. So I guess you're the favor to win right? I guess everyone thinks that the former world champion is a shoe in to win this match. Lets not forget Rage, I've beaten former champions and I'll do it again. See you and that crippled family of yours have gotten far too comfortable around here and it's time someone sat your asses down. Inception just might be the perfect night for me to do that. All that bullying comes to an end, all that thinking you're superior to everyone else comes to an end. Yeah you're bigger than me, but I know, you're not better than me. 2015 for you will start off on the wrong foot because I promise you I am going to chop your ass down.


***Evans gets back up and walks back to the closet where he pulls out a pair of white basketball shorts and a red wife beater. He walks over to chair and begins changing his clothes. He takes off his slacks and shoes and puts on the pair of basketball shorts. He then takes off his red shirt and puts on the wife beater***

BHBE: So..... this match is going to be epic no doubt about it. But for me, what makes it all the more special is one man being in this match. One man that has had a huge impact on my career. One man that sent me packing in 2012. Bo Dreamwolf. A lot can be said about you but I just want to say THANK YOU! You see when you defeated me at High Stakes over two years ago it forced me to think things over. It gave me time to think about where I was and where I wanted to be. For a full two years almost I sat and I watched that match over and over again. I took notes on what I could have and should have done differently. I admit it took me sometime to get over that loss but in the end I know it was what's best for me. It allowed me to be humbled, it matured me. Now Bo here we are over two years later. It'll be the first time we've been near each other since that match, and there are big rewards on the line. I've beat you, and you forced me out of the company. Sunday, January 11th we do it again. Difference this time being I'm a more focused and passionate Bruce than I was when you forced me out. This time Bo, you get a taste of the past, present, and the future of Sin City Wrestling. Inception is the day that Blaque Hart Bruce Evans is reborn!

***Blaque continues changing into his clothes. As the scene fades he walks out of the office and heads for the training ring***

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Climax Control Archives / Second Chances...
« on: December 19, 2014, 03:47:04 PM »
 
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(We open with the camera focused on a sleeping Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. In a bed in what appears to be a hotel room. The camera pans around the room showing the amenities of the room such as the white leather sectional, white plush carpeting, a huge flat screen t.v. hanging on the wall and a jacuzzi which is steaming hot with the sounds of bubbles popping and the steam coming from it. The sound of a radio alarm goes off and is extremely loud. Bruce quickly wakes in a panic as he reaches over to the end table on the side of the bed and hits the alarm, knocking it off the table. The alarm continues going off, now on the floor as Bruce removes the cover from his body and places one foot on the alarm shutting it off. He then places his other foot on the floor and sits up on the bed. He looks completely frazzled as he yawns and stretches while looking around the room. His hair is frizzy and all over the place and he's only wearing a black pair of tight boxer briefs and the watch on his right arm. Reaching over to the end table he grabs his cell phone and looks through it, typing something into it before placing it back on the table. He then stands up and stretches again as he walks towards the bathroom. He walks in the fancy looking bathroom and hits the light switch. The bathroom is a double with two of everything. He walks over to one of the sinks and turns on the water. He just stands there letting the water run while looking in the mirror)

BHBE: Man, what a f****** night!

(The camera pans around the bathroom where in the huge hot tub looking bath are lots of empty bottles of liquor and beer cans, even some clothes. A pair of blue jeans, a black shirt and one black shoe. In a game of which of these does not belong there is also a telephone book in the tub. Bruce grabs a small face towel from on top of the sink and puts it in the running water which is now steaming and fogging the mirrors. He grabs the towel and rings it out, wiping his with face with it as he turns the water off. He looks around the bathroom and can't help but to laugh as he sees the mess)

BHBE: Oh boy! Last night was crazy, what the hell happened to this place? All I remember was checking into the hotel. The rest of the night is kind of a blur.

(Bruce grabs a red and white toothbrush from the vanity and turns the water back on. He reaches underneath the sink and takes out a tube of toothpaste. He opens it and squirts some on the toothbrush and wets it before putting it in his mouth and vigorously begins to brush his teeth. After a few seconds of what looks like all of his teeth are going to fall out from how hard he is brushing them, he spits in the sink and grabs a small cup on the side and fills it with water. He gargles with the water in his mouth and spits it into the sink. Rinsing the toothbrush off he turns the water back off and turns the lights to the bathroom off heading back into the room. He walks over to the end table and grabs his phone. He looks through it again before walking over towards the sectional while adjusting his crotch through his briefs and taking a seat on the couch as he looks into the camera)

BHBE: Here I am in Arizona. Prescott Valley, Arizona to be exact. Where in a mere two days I am given a second chance to become the new S.C.W. Roulette Champion. All week I've been hearing people talk. Hearing them talk about how it's not fair. How it's not fair that people that have already been eliminated from this tournament are been given a second chance. Well isn't that what this great country of yours is all about? Isn't this mighty and powerful force known as the United States all about being fair, about chance and opportunity? So what's the big deal? It's apparent that the heads of Sin City Wrestling realized how boring this tournament would be without me. They sat around in some tiny little smoke filled and odd smelling meeting room and bumped heads trying to figure how to stop this tournament from killing their ratings. They saw the people that were advancing, people with no value or worth, people who will probably never ever be house hold names and they knew they had to do something to spice things up. To make things interesting enough to where people would actually want to watch. They knew that some wanna be vampire, and a victim of child hood bullying just didn't quite fit the bill. So what do they do? They throw good ole' reliable Bruce back into the mix. And you know what S.C.W. for once I can say you actually did something right. Because you see, you knew in the back of those tiny brains of yours that I am what's hot right now. You know that I am what brings the viewers. I am a ratings maker and without me in the fold the chances of people even caring about this tournament are far and beyond. So I'm going to do something I rarely ever do. Thank you! No, not from me, but from all the fans that watch this product week after week. They thank you for keeping things exciting. They thank you for putting the most exciting and headline grabbing attraction on this roster back into this tournament. They thank you for giving me, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans a second chance at what should rightfully be mine in the first place.

(Bruce picks his phone up and frustratingly puts it back down next to him. He looks as if he's expecting a phone call or something. He scratches his thigh and continues to speak)


BHBE: So who are the other people that have been given chances at capturing this prestigious Roulette championship? Josh Acquin, Johnny Ajax, Lord Raab, Chris Shipman, and Blasted Monk. Where do we even begin with that list of names? I was on the phone with one of my boys from back home a couple of nights ago telling him about this match. Now this friend of mine is a very big fan of this business, in particular the S.C.W. He's followed it since day one and even he questioned me on who in the blue f*** these people are. I mean I know them, but I only know of them because we work for the same promotion. But to your average Tom, Dick, or Harry they are just names. They are small fish in a big pond while I am the piranha that's going to terrorize them. You see I don't want to kill them. I just want to be that thorn in their sides that keeps picking at them and bullying them making everything miserable for them. I will let them live. I will let them walk away from the match but not with the win. Like a piranha doesn't work themselves into a frenzy and waste their time on those little goldfish is what this match is to me. The piranha plays around with the goldfish while they wait for something bigger, something fleshier. Now I'm not doubting some of the credits that some of you in this match may have, I'm simply saying that I am the most recognized in this match. I am the most popular in this match. I am the man to beat in this match. Let's face it boys, you are all like the little kids that rally around a big superstar asking for an autograph. Like the baby cubs that cling to their parents. It's cute, it's real cute as a matter of fact. Fret not boys, because after I win this battle royal I will individually sign an autograph for each and every one of you. I promise.

(Bruce grabs his phone again and with an impatient look on his face he pushes a button and holds the phone to his ear. He sits there waiting for a few seconds before speaking into it)

BHBE: Yes good morning. I was checking back to see if a Mrs. Kimberly Evans has checked back into her room...

(Bruce sits there listening to whatever the person on the other end of the phone is saying. His half smile quickly turns into a look of frustration)

BHBE: You mean you haven't even seen her since last night?

(Pausing again to listen, Bruce now looks worried as he looks at the watch on his hand)

BHBE: Okay.... Well thank you sir and will you please tell her when she gets in that her husband Bruce is in town and looking for her?

(Bruce gets up off the sectional and walks to the other end table on the side of the bed. He grabs a pack of marlboro red cigarettes. He takes one from the pack, puts the rest of them back on the table and picks up the lighter next to them. He lights the cigarette and sits on the edge of the bed next to the table)

BHBE: Yeah she can reach me at the Grand Highland Hotel room 1882... Okay goodbye...

(He draws a drag from the cigarette then puts his head down. He looks back up as he places his phone on the table and releases some of the ashes into an ashtray also on the table. Taking another huge draw from the cigarette as if it's the last one he'll have in his life he puts it in the ashtray)

BHBE: Lord Rabb. A man rather new to the S.C.W. A man who from what I have seen so far seems to have some real deep issues. I don't know where they come from and to be honest I don't really care. A patient of schizophrenia, a man with anger issues, a man who has been forced to anger management sessions, and man once jailed. You're a man of many things. But what you are not is a man capable of beating me. Whatever happened to you in your past is based solely on your actions. Whatever bullshit you've been through are all because of the decisions you may have thought were wise at one point in time. What doesn't surprise me is that your from Germany. I mean if I were from that god forsaken place I've walk around pissed off talking to myself too. You think bringing that nerdy little pencil pushing shrink with you to the ring is going to help you, but that's where you're wrong. You see Lord, man I hate calling you that. Henry can't help you this time. Henry won't be able to save you this time. All that anger you've got building up inside of you is only going to be multiplied this Sunday at Climax Control. Because in that screwed up head of yours you think you're walking out as the victor. Think again Rabb, there's a much hungrier man in this battle royal and you're looking at him.

(Bruce pauses as he watches the cigarette burn out in the ashtray. Looking down at his phone on the table again as he continues)

BHBE: Chris Shipman. A mad man. A disturbed man. A man who has no remorse what what he does. For how he tortures and who he tortures.  I'm starting to see a little theme here with this match. Looks like Sin City went and found the biggest losers in the world and threw them all in the ring with me. I'm used to it though. I'm used to been thrown in matches with f****** weirdos. That's cool. That's fine with me, I don't care. Shipman, I knew that name sounded familiar. Wasn't your dad that whacked out nut case that went around brutally and for no reason killing people? Man no wonder your screws are loose. So these past couple of days I've done my research on you. I went and I watched some of the matches you've been involved with throughout your career. Man, you are a psycho! Did I cringe a little at some of the crazy shit you've done in some of your matches? Damn right. Did I take a minute to question my sanity by even being in the same ring as you? Damn right. Am I afraid of you? Nope, not ever. Mr. Shipman I know your life has been in the dumps since.... well since the doctor slapped you on the ass but you've got to learn to accept things as they are and things will be much better for you. When you accept the fact that you're not normal, or that you don't belong, or even that you're just an outcast to society things will start to align for you. Even more, and most important of them all Chris, is when you accept that this Sunday you're chances of winning this battle royal are about as good as president Obama's approval rating ever being good. This Sunday at Climax Control Mr. Chris Shipman you bring all that crap that you think makes you a man, and I will make sure to flip the script and leave you a battered and broken shell of a man.

(Bruce stands up and walks over to the wardrobe. Still in his underwear he grabs a pair of black sweat pants. He puts them on and walks over to the window. He looks out of the window as the camera shows an amazing view of the hotels surroundings. He then walks back over to the sectional and sits)

BHBE: Johnny boy. Mr. Ajax. You're family is very well known all through the world for that amazing cleaning product. That stuff really works good man. My maids use it a lot..... Oh that's not you? Oh well close enough. Look here Ajax. I don't know what your goals and aspirations were coming into this promotion but lets take this time to change those. Get a pen and scratch them out, all of them. You may have had this blueprint all penciled in. These plans of doing this and doing that and accomplishing some sort of a legacy. But my little friend I am here to be the bearer of bad news when I tell you that I am here. I am that road block that will abruptly stop any and all chances of you getting close to that Roulette title. I am the roadblock that this week at Climax Control will stop any advancement and any success in that career of yours. See I know that you did some training and wrestling in Japan. Applause. Applause. Applause. So have I, big f****** deal. Yes some of the best have done work in Japan, hell I'm walking and living proof of that. Doesn't matter in this battle royal. You see Johnny that's where it might just be against your advantage. Because while you're out there flipping and jumping and doing all those stupid ass stunts making a complete ass of yourself, I'm simply going to take advantage and toss you out. While you're not using your brains and deciding to climb the ropes to do some sort of move that will oooh and awe and amaze the crowd I'll simply throw you over that top rope. Ending and dashing all of your hopes and dreams of ever being anything worthwhile in this promotion.

(Bruce takes a pauses as he looks around the room shaking his head, with a smirk on his face)

BHBE: Next person in my way is Josh Acquin. Don't know much about the kid and not to Io concerned with him either. All I know is that you are simply another body that if I want that title I will have to move out of the way. Josh you sit there and you talk about your soul searching and all this and all that and nobody especially me gives a shit. You talk about having to find yourself and all these other excuses for why you've been missing in action and nobody, especially me gives a shit. Acquin excuses are something that get you no where in this business and I'm sure sooner than later you're going to find out. I hear you talking about odds and betting and how you're going to do this that and the other to make sure you win this match and advance. Sorry to break it to ya but the odds are not in your favor. You're in the ring with five other men who are just as hungry if not hungrier than you so right there your chances are slim to none. Throw in the factor that the legend himself, the franchise player, the ICON of this business is in there and your chances are now officially non existent. In two days you get a chance to dance with greatness, a chance to prove to the world what you are truly capable of. But, like I've told the other participants in this battle royal, things aren't looking too good for you at this point.  

(Bruce gets up and again and walks to the end table with the cigarettes. He grabs another one sits back on the edge of the bed while lighting it up and going through his phone. He releases a cloud of smoke as he continues, while putting the lit cigarette in the ashtray)

BHBE: And the last victim in this match is none other than the Blasted Monk. Last week you showed me what you're made of. I can admit like the real man that I am that you are no walk in the park. You're no flash in the pan. You Monk are no easy disposal. Last week you definitely showed up and you showed out. You gave it more than one hundred percent and you proved that you belong here. But, like me we both came up short to one Drexel Matheson. Last week when we were in that Walmart beating each other to within inches of our lives I saw something in you Monk. I saw a man with a fire in his eyes, and a passion and determination to get somewhere and to be something in this company. But again we both came up short. This week we are both been rewarded with something that doesn't come around too often in this industry and that is a SECOND CHANCE. A chance to redeem ourselves, a chance to recover, a chance once again to prove that we are capable of becoming the next man to hold that Roulette champion. My question for you Mr. Monk is are you really ready? Are you ready to carry the world on your shoulders? To keep that huge target on your back protected? Mr. Monk are you ready to accept any and all challenges from guys coming out of the wood works trying to take that title from you? In my heart of hearts I don't think you are. I don't think you can handle the pressures of being a champion. I think it will all get to you and you like so many other champions of the past will crumble and fold.

(Evans picks up the cigarette and takes one last drag from it before putting it out in the ashtray)

BHBE: Drexel Matheson last week you walked away just barely. By the skin of your teeth as a matter of fact. Now I'm not going to sit here and call it lucky because I don't believe in luck. I'm not gonna call it a fluke because it wasn't. It's simple, that night the better man won. That night Drexel you were the better man. So for you, it puts you that much closer to that championship. For you it puts you that much closer to glory. Congratulations and enjoy it while you can. Enjoy it while it lasts because pretty soon I'll be coming back for you and when I do I'm going to piss on your parade. Now the winner of this last chance battle royal this weekend will have the daunting task of not only beating five other man, but also having to later in the same night face off against that sadistic son of a bitch known as Sephiroth Du Lac. What a creppy fella that man is. But creepy or not he too has rightfully earned his spot in this tournament. Sephiroth you'll be sitting their watching us in that battle royal beat the shit out of each other. You'll be watching us put everything on the line, every last ounce of our self esteem and self respect will be put to the test. It's all on the line and in this match you're going to see some desperate men doing some very desperate things. Men giving it their all for that chance, that once in a lifetime chance to become the next S.C.W. Roulette Champion. But in the end Sephiroth, when the smoke has cleared, when that bell has been rang, only one of us will be left and that person will be be. And then, and only then is when I come for you. Later on in that same night you and me and going to lock horns. You and me will duke it out and see who the better man is. You with your vampire like ways and the strangeness that is you. Me and my legendary career and the legendary and never gonna forget things I do will enter that ring with one goal in mind. Both of us vying for the same spot, for the same thing, for that Roulette Championship title. Both of us want it Sephiroth. But you know and I know that only one of us can and will advance when this match is over with. That man, will be the man who wants it more. That man will be the one who deserves it more. That man will be me!

(Bruce stands up and walks over to the wardrobe. He grabs a pair of brown slacks, and then a white button up long sleeve shirt. He walks to the bed and lays them down. He then walks over towards the window where various pairs of shoes are on the floor just below the window and grabs a pair of shiny black fancy dress shoes. Picking up his phone he pushes a button and places the phone up to his ear. He waits only about two seconds before speaking into the phone, which is now on speaker mode)

BHBE: Yes I'm calling back to see if a Mrs. Kimberly Evans has returned to her room yet...

(The voice on the other end is that of a man, a pretty light voice)

Man: Well sir yes she has but she has advised us all that she would not be accepting any calls from a..... Bru...

(Bruce cuts the man off mid sentence, as he walks around the room with a frown on his face)

BHBE: Look sir, could you please just connect me to her room....its.... its..... it's an emergency. Yea.... it's an emergency!

Man: I'm sorry sir, if it's an emergency you're going to have to reach her through her personal cellular phone as instructed by Mrs. Evans herself.

(Bruce pounds his fist against the wall in anger)

BHBE: Look... sir... and I'm using that term very loosely now. I need to speak with my wife and I need to speak with her right now! Now you get your eight dollar an hour making ass up and you do whatever you have to do, I don't give a shit what it is to get Kimberly on this f****** phone within the next three minutes or I will come down there and kick your f****** ass!

Man:I'm sor....

(Bruce, not wanting to hear the man out takes his phone and throws it at the window, shattering the glass. As the scene fades Bruce is seen storming out of his hotel room is just the sweatpants he'd put on earlier and nothing else)

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Climax Control Archives / Someone say vacant Title?
« on: December 12, 2014, 06:52:00 PM »
 ***December 11th, 2014***

(Backstage at A.S.W's debut show Thursday Night Showdown at the Randolph Center in Arizona. The camera shows Bruce Evans standing in the gorilla position peaking through the entrance. Bruce is wearing black jeans, black basketball shoes, and a plain red tee with his hair in a ponytail. The camera shows the fans in attendance beginning to exit as the main event of the evening featuring the women of A.S.W. has just come to an end. As we go back to Bruce, he stands there with a huge grin on his face as Kimberly Evans walks through the curtains backstage and instantly greets her husband with a huge hug. She's wearing her pink and black ring attire and is sweating as she breathes heavily. As they're hugging a few tears fall down her face which Bruce gently wipes with his fingers. Bruce grabs Kimberly's face and plants a huge kiss on her lips as the camera zooms in on the pair to pick up their conversation. Meanwhile around and behind them you can see staff members and wrestlers from A.S.W. even some members from S.C.W. who attended this debut event)

BHBE: Baby you were amazing!

(Kimberly blushes as she takes Bruce by the hands and the two begin walking down the halls)

KE: Thank you baby, but I didn't win it. I let you down, I let myself down. I promised I was going to be the first ever Women's Champion and here I am with no title...</font color>

(Bruce stops, looks Kimberly in the eyes and with a very serious expression crossing his face he bends down on one knee, takes one of Kimberly's hands and looks up at her)

BHBE: You listen to me, and hear me out baby. You worked your ass off to get to where you are today. Who the hell would've even thought that just a little over a year ago you'd be here? You were the one that wanted me to get out of this nasty business and here you are. Here you are baby making your debut out in that ring. Here you are out there impressing the hell out of not just me but the world. Tonight baby you proved your worth. Tonight you out shined those other women and next week you'll get that chance to become the first ever Women's champion for this company. Baby, you're going to be just like me one day. You are going to be the best at what you do. So don't you ever let me hear you talking like that again!

(Bruce kisses the hand of Kimberly and gets back up to his feet. Kimberly stands there with a huge smile on her face, her eyes lit like a teenage girl on prom night as the two continue walking)

KE: Awww baby. Thank you! I just don't want my career to end up like your's was at one point. I don't wa</font color>

(As the two approach a door with FEMALE LOCKER ROOM written across it, the pair take a seat on the bench next to it)

BHBE: Don't you ever think you have to live up to anyone's expectations but your's. This here is all about you. The legacy that you're going to build here is all about you. Everything is Kimberly Evans. It's all separate baby. What I do in Sin City is all about me. Tonight you went out there and you proved to yourself that you can do it, and I have never been more proud of you. I know that next week you will beat that woman, and when you do, when you become Champion we celebrate like never before!

(The couple kiss again as Kimberly wipes away sweat from here forehead)

KE: Baby, you are amazing. Thank you so much for having faith in me. I promise you I'm going to do the Evans name honor.</font color>

(Kimberly stands up from the bench)

KE: Now I have to go shower, I smell like I've been fighting lions! Wait here for me?</font color>

(Bruce smiles)

BHBE: You know I am, where the hell else am I gonna go? This is Arizona!

(The two laugh as Bruce stands up, giving Kimberly a kiss on her cheek and slapping her on the ass as she enters the locker room. Bruce sits back down on the bench an observes the surrounding scene which mainly consists of a few men and women wrestlers from A.S.W. entering either locker rooms after putting on a spectacular debut performance. He looks into the camera and begins to speak)

BHBE: Tonight, the name Evans is once again synonymous with greatness. That woman in that locker room showed the world tonight what being an Evens is all about. It's all about going out there in that ring and putting on a show for the world. It's about putting people over and making them look good regardless of how bad they really are. It's about proving each and every damn night you're in that ring that you are always just that much better than anyone else in that ring. It took me over a year to train and get her ready for this night, and dammit she did not disappoint!

(Bruce wipes a tear from his eye as he pauses with his voice noticeably choking up with excitement for his wife)

BHBE: But enough. We all know how damn proud I am for my wife, she did what she said she would and I'm a happy man tonight. But I'm here to talk about what's going to go down in three days at S.C.W. Climax Control. Seems the boys in the office got wise, seems they got smart and realized that a tournament wouldn't be the same without me. A few weeks ago the announcement was made that the newly vacated Roulette championship was to be put up in a tournament. Now this past Sunday was the start of said tournament and  Sephiroth was the first man to advance, congrats to you big man. That second match of the tournament was I don't know? Thrown away after one Wallace Jordan got his ass beat from behind. Whatever the case, the tournament is officially under way and people are proving that they will stop at nothing to become the next Roulette champion. Nothing is different for me. Ya see, since day one of me coming to this company, since 2011 no matter what I have done. No matter what I have accomplished the one thing that has eluded me has been the fact that I have never held any of the company's titles.

(Bruce pauses as a look of disappointment and let down covers his face. He looks down at the floor before lifting his head back up)

BHBE: It's something that every man and women in the back want to do before ending their careers. I don't care who you are. Some of the guys will says titles don't mean anything to them. That titles don't define who they are. That titles aren't important. They're lying. From the day you break in this business, in the back of your mind is winning a title. Now I've been a champion of some sort in every company I have been a part of. Except S.C.W. Does it bother me? Damn right it does. Ya see to me, and I am about as honest as they come. A title does matter. A title does define who you are. A title is damn sure important, and that is the truth. When you are a champion everyone looks at you different. When you are a champion everyone treats you different. When you are a champion you are at your A game. You are on top of the world. You are the man. And the responsibility that comes with being a champion will make or break you. When you are a champion you carry that ball and you fight for your life every time you defend it. The target on your back gets much bigger. Everyone in the back wants a piece of you, and they're all aiming for you. They're all aiming to get you out in that ring and beat you. Now for a lot of wrestlers in this business that is something they can not handle. A lot of people win a title and it completely changes them. Some get stronger, others simply get weaker and can't deal with the pressures of representing a company. Me, I take it, run with it, and make it worth something. Every single title I have ever held throughout my career I have proudly defended them with honor. I have represented what ever championship I've ever had which ever way they needed to be. I rise to the occasion and I become the best champion the company has ever had.

(Again pausing, Bruce looks at the watch on his wrist as he continues to wait for his wife in the locker room. One of the females from the A.S.W. roster walks by him and enters the locker room, steam coming out of the room before the door closes)

BHBE: So this weekend the Roulette title tournament continues. This Sunday at Climax Control the powers that be have booked me in a match. Not just any match but a three way dance with none other than the hardcore freak himself Drexel Matheson and some guy that runs around calling himself the Blasted Monk. What the hell is a Blasted Monk? Seriously? Now this match for me is going to be one that in my long illustrious career I've never had to deal with before. Not the fact that it's a three way as I've been a part of many of those, but the fact that I know pretty much nothing about either of these men. Does that mean I'm going to lay down and die? Absolutely not. Does it mean I'm just going to give up? Nope. Never have and never will. What is means is that over these next few days before I head into Bakersfield for the show is that I'll do all the research I can do. I'll stay awake all hours of the day if need be to find out what I need to find out about these two unknowns. These next few days youtube will be my new best friend as I will find each and every clip involving these two men until I know what needs to be done for me to win this match.

(Bruce looks around the now almost vacant halls and impatiently checks his watch again)

BHBE: Blasted Monk. You're a mystery. I've never heard of you honestly. Does that scare me? No. All that means is that I know I have to expect the unexpected this Sunday when we're in that ring. Now this is nothing new for me. After all, throughout my career I've had times when I've had to step in the ring with an absolute question mark. It means I have to do my homework. It means I have to prepare myself a little differently this weekend. I don't mind adjusting my game plan if need be. All I know about you is that you're from China. A place where the population is overwhelming. Luckily for you, you were one of the lives spared. I think you're a part of some stable in S.C.W. but with all the stables running around here I can't be sure. Doesn't matter one way or anther to me. I've heard you've got a lot of training in some dojo under your belt. Doesn't matter to me either. Blasted Monk all that matters to me is what you are capable of doing when that bell rings and that match starts and I am standing across from you more pumped up than ever before. Ya see, tonight my wife showed everyone what she's capable of, so in my mind I have to do the exact same, but better. In this jacked up chauvinist mind of mine where I believe men are better performers than women I have to prove that I can do it ten, no one hundred times better than any woman can ever do. Are you going to use karate on me? I don't know, and  don't care. Are you going to make me some fried rice or noodles or egg rolls after the match? I don't know and I don't care. Ya see I live for moments like this Monk. The moments where I am challenged. The moment where I am forced to step my game up. Sunday Night at Climax Control the world gets introduced to you, a virtual unknown. But, fear not my friend. For after all you are stepping in that ring with a well known legend of the sport. After all has been said and done people will know who you are. Maybe not in the way you wanted, but after the match Blasted Monk I promise you will be known.

(Bruce gets up from the bench, walking over to the women's locker room and knocking on the door. After a few seconds of nothing he decides to knock again. Some woman from  the A.S.W. staff answers the door on the other side, barely opening the door and poking her head through. A lot of steam fills the room from what can be seen. The lady has on a brown pants suit and appears to be a bit over weight and not one of the wrestlers)

Woman: Yeah?</font color>

(Bruce fails at an attempt to see what's going on in the locker room as the woman pushes the door even more, almost closing it, looking at Bruce with a disgusting look on her face)

BHBE: Kimberly still in there?

(The woman closes the door and shouts something which is inaudible to us before she opens the door back slightly and yells back at Bruce)

Woman: Hold your horses she said, she'll be out in a minute!</font color>

(The disgruntled woman slams the door, as a startled and disappointed Bruce takes a seat back on the bench, and continues to impatiently wait, as he removes the ponytail from his hair, he shakes his hair and continues to speak)

BHBE: The third man in this match? A man I admit I have at least heard of. A man who thrives on being absolutely careless when it comes to his wrestling matches. A man who lives on being hardcore and absolutely unpredictable. Drexel Matheson. I admit I have seen some of your work. Am I impressed? Hmm a little. Do I think you're shortening your career by being a spot monkey? Hell yeah. Drexel you're kind of in a way a young me. You go out there week after week and you do all this crazy shit because you crave the attention of the audience. When I first started my career I was the same way. Hell, it was the only way during that time to get over in this business. Every night you're in that ring you put your body on the line, but you Drexel, you do it in a different manner. It's a fad called hardcore wrestling which quite frankly to me is way past done. When I was doing it, it was the thing to do. It was the thing that the fans demanded. Nowadays its something that's done sparingly. But oh no, not for you Drexel for you see you still think you constantly have to do it match after match after match. Drexel, I'll give you a word of advice. Be careful. Don't keep doing it for the fans, and for their response and for their approval. If you do, trust me your career will be over in a matter of months. Do it for yourself. Do it for Drexel. Be selfish like me, for it's the only way to get far in this greedy business. For me, I started realizing early on that I didn't need to keep bringing weapons to the ring, and doing extreme shit to get over.When I started being me, when I started being myself is when I finally found the true me. Now this Sunday if you want to bring that hardcore mentality to the ring then by all means do it. But I can promise you, scratch that I can guaran damn tee you that I will make you think twice. This weekend you and that Blasted Monk or whatever he is just happen to be standing in my way from a goal I have had since day one...

(Bruce looks down at his watch again and lets out a loud sigh. He stands up and begins to pace back and forth around the ladies locker room. A small group of what seems to be employees walk past him, looking at him awkwardly as he continues to speak)

BHBE: This Sunday Night begins the journey of a man with a plan in mind. A man who has been deprived of what he truly needs to be himself again. See for me it's all about the gold. In this business I don't give a damn how good you are, it's the gold that makes you. Sin City Wrestling has done something that I can openly admit no other promotion I have ever been a part of has done. Sin City Wrestling has actually put real competition out there. It's a place where you can't just walk in and based off your name and be handed a title. It's a place where you have to work for it, and bust your ass off day in and day out and earn what you what you get. I've been saying this a lot lately, and it's never been more true than it is now. There's a new fire that's been lit under me. I really mean it. My passion and my drive has never been this high. My dedication and my work ethic to getting the things I so deeply desire have never been more obvious. You see Sin City. You can throw whoever you want at me, it really doesn't matter to me. I've gotten rid of a star wars geek, I've beaten your rookie of the year. That all in less than a month. This Sunday when I walk out there I make two more unknowns famous. This Sunday I prove to you all why after all these years I've still got it. This Sunday, I advance in the tournament to become your next Roulette Champion. And that my friends, you can take that to the bank!

(Bruce walks back over to the women's locker room, now with a frown on his face. Just as he's about to knock on the door, Kimberly walks out. A huge smile crosses the face of Bruce as she looks stunning. Tight red dress, white punks and her hair in an up do. She smiles back at Bruce and again takes him by the hand, planting a kiss on his cheek. The two begin walking down the halls as they prepare to leave the building)

BHBE: Baby, what took you so long?

(Kimberly looks at Bruce and begins laughing hard)

KE: Baby remember the one I told you was a lesbian?</font color>

(A concerned Bruce pauses as he looks back at Kimberly)

BHBE: Yeah.... What about her?

(Kimberly, still laughing hysterically manages to respond)

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(Bruce's eyes light up)

BHBE: I can't wait! You're buying right? After all you're going to have that champion money real soon!

(The two laugh together as they finally reach the exit door of the building and arrive outside where there are tables set up for an A.S.W. autograph session and hundreds of fans standing in line waiting for the stars. Bruce and Kimberly just keep walking right past the fans, talking among themselves and completely ignoring them as they reach their car and the scene fades)

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Climax Control Archives / 100 is just the beginning!
« on: November 28, 2014, 06:07:56 PM »
 ***The scene starts inside of the Joint in Las Vegas, Nevada. The place for this weekends Climax Control 100! The ring has already been set up in the middle of the venue. The camera pans around showing the empty facility and some crew members adding last minute touches. We finally approach the ring where alone sits Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, sitting on a chair in the middle of the ring, a spotlight on him. He's wearing black leans, black boots, a white wife beater, and his hair tied up in a ponytail. He sits there in the chair talking to himself before he notices the cameras on him, with an embarrassed look on his face he begins to speak***

BHBE: So this is what it all boils down to? The hundredth episode of Climax Control? Right here where it all started in Las Vegas, Nevada. Climax Control three is where I made my debut for the show, and although it wasn't a pretty ending for me and my one time partner at the time, I knew it was the show that deserved a legend such as myself on it. There's some guys in the back that have been here since day one, there's some that have been here, left and came back like me. Then there's the one's that couldn't cut it and after one or two shows took their ball and ran.

***Bruce pauses, looking around at the very beautiful and intimate set up***

BHBE: See as for me, I was one of the guys that left and came back. I didn't necessarily leave because I wanted to. I left because I was beat in a loser leaves company match. My dedication, passion, and loyalty to this company has been hands down the highest since my return a few months ago, regardless of what anyone else thinks. Week after week I put everything on the line. Week after week I leave everything out here in this ring. I do it because this is my home. This is my life. This is my everything, and nothing anybody does can ever take that away!

***Pausing again Bruce reaches down to grab a bottle of water. He takes a sip from it before continuing***

BHBE: This weekend, in only two more nights I show not on the Sin City family just exactly what I am capable of. But I intend to show the world why I am the legend that much like that bunny keeps going and going and going. Ya see, there's been a lot of new "talent" coming on board. I admit most of them very damn good in fact. I'v even heard rumors that all these new signings are here to be the future of S.C.W. I've heard they're here to replace some of the "originals". Well, to that I say GOOD LUCK! Ya see, for us that were here in the beginning, me especially I have no intentions of going anywhere anytime soon. Dozens of other promotions have extended their hands to me since I've come back, and they've all been turned down. This Sunday Night, I really want all you new people around here, bombshells included to sit their and watch my match. Study it. Take notes. Trust me you'll learn something.

***Bruce wipes his mouth before taking the ponytail holder from his hair, letting his long brown hair flow***

BHBE: Sunday Night. We make history. Sunday night I show everyone that age is simply a number and has nothing to do with just how great one can be. Gene Banton Jr. I'm sorry that somehow your name was picked as my opponent for this historic night. But now that I think about it, quite fitting actually. See it's a historic night, and you are the son of the historic Gene Banton himself. A hall of famer. A man that earned his spot in this business forever. One of the best of all time. Since Sin City couldn't find him, they put in his accident of a son to try and defeat me. Yes Gene, you've beaten me before here in a four way dance, but that match in my book was irrelevant. Yes Gene, you're a former World Champion for Sin City Wrestling. But that's all in the past. This time it's you and I one on one. I don't give a shit that you're father trained you, hell if he were here I'd kick his ass too. Bottom line is this. The fire in me has been re-lit. I am more passionate than ever. More focused than ever.


***The spotlight over the ring and Bruce begin to dim as Bruce looks around***

BHBE: The light doesn't stay on one forever. But me, I'm a rare occasion. Gene, little kid, JR. I got some things I want to show you. You're a former champion but to me you're just another road block in front of me, set out by the boys in the office. To me all you are is that one seed that got lucky and passed being swallowed by your mother. As my journey to the top continues here, I plan to do to you what I did with one Horace Jackson. Beat you in this ring so bad that you don't want to be seen around here anymore. From this weekend going forward, that's what I'm all about. Making people look so bad that they tuck their tails and run. Climax Control 100, I show the world why I am still the ICON, THE LEGEND, THE FRANCHISE PLAYER!!!

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Supercard Archives / BLAQUE HART vs HORACE JACKSON
« on: November 06, 2014, 03:21:19 PM »
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***The scene opens up inside of the theater of Blaque Hart Bruce Evans and his wife Kimberly in Calgary, Alberta Canada. This room of their house just recently renovated. Decorated to fit the theme that Evans has carried his entire career with the red and black. Black leather seats with red pillows on them and a ref sofa with black pillows. To the side of the theater is a small bar stocked with every kind of beer, wine, or liquor you could imagine. Hardwood flooring flowing throughout the room. The camera pans around the beautiful room showing all of it's new additions until we then pan in on Bruce Evans sitting on a seat in the back stuffing his face with popcorn. Bruce is wearing black basketball shorts, a red and white vintage Blaque Hart shirt, and black and red Jordan slippers. His hair is tied back in a ponytail. He's got his feet propped up on the seat in front of him. The camera pans to show what he's watching on the screen, which appears to be an older match of his***

Voice on screen: And the NEW ACF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, BLAQUE HART BRUCE EVANS!!!

***The screen is of footage from Evans' first championship ever in 1997 with the now defunct promotion A.C.F. An obviously much younger looking Bruce having his arm raised in victory from the referee and the fans in attendance booing their hearts out. Even back then Bruce was the "bad guy". The camera back on Bruce now in the theater with a huge smile on his face, appearing to be very proud of this moment of his career. He takes a big hand full of popcorn, wasting a few of the kernels on the ground accidentally and stuffs his mouth with it. He then reaches to grab a bottle of water on the arm rest and chugs some down. Clearing his throat he begins to speak***

BHBE: That my friends was seventeen years ago. One of the proudest moments of not only my career, but my life! That very moment right there is when I solidified my name in this industry, and I haven't looked back since! You see, when you become the World Champion you become the face of the company. The go to guy. The highest paid guy, and in this business that is what it's ultimately all about. When you are that guy, the target on your back expands, the requests for guest appearances on the top talk shows in the world expand. You're legacy, it expands. 1997 I became that man. I became that face, and I did everything I had to do to represent that company and make it the best damn company around at the time. Now here we are 2014 and I am still around. Still the best at what I do. I may not have a title draped around my shoulder, or wrapped around my waist. But, when I go out in that ring, I put on a clinic like NO one else in this business is capable of. I go out there every time and give more than one hundred percent. I go out there and I make people famous. You step into that ring with me a virtual nobody, and you step out as the man that just put on a five star match with the undoubtedly the absolute greatest to ever set foot in that ring. It's because when you're in that ring with me, I make you step your game up. I don't care how green you are, when you rub off on me you're an instant star. Ask some of the people I've beaten here over the years in Sin City Wrestling.

***Bruce takes a quick breather, as he picks up the remote sitting in his lap. He points it towards the big screen monitor and presses some buttons on it. Now on the screen is footage from the Halloween edition of Climax Control and the match between Rage and Horace Jackson in their "Haunted House" match. In the end Horace spears Rage through the gate accidentally give Rage the win. The camera pans back over to Bruce who is laughing hysterically while slapping his knees***

BHBE: Horace, Horace, Horace. You fool! One thing you learn when you first break into this business is mistakes. How to avoid them, or at least try. Seems to me you missed class that day. You let yourself get beat on your own error. Rookie mistake plain and simple. Did you not know the rules to this match? Did you not know that letting him escape that haunted house was the way to win the match? What are you, an idiot? Look Horace, I know you like to run around and be all mysterious and shit, but do you have to play the role of stupid as well? Mr. Jackson, you can go around digging up all the graves you want buddy. Because in the end it's going to be you taking the dirt nap. Ya see, I DO NOT FEAR you or this stupid match. I fear No ONE! This Sunday at High Stakes IV, it's you and me. It's the Legend with the pretender. It's the Icon with the fantasy. It's the Franchise Player with the jolly green giant, an absolute joke in my book!

***Bruce continues watching footage from the Halloween show, in particular his loss in the four way match with Banton, Halc, and Peterson. A frown suddenly crosses his face***

BHBE: The difference between you and I Horace is that unlike you I learn from my mistakes. I watch every match I've ever been in and I pick and point at what I did right, and what I screwed up and I fix it. The only mistake I made in this match was underestimating Geno. I admit that. He's a former world champion and I should have taken him more serious. The ultimate mistake I made was thinking I was the dirtiest son of a bitch in this company, that my sometimes under handed tactics are what gets the job done when needed. He proved me wrong! That crazy bastard bit me in the baby makers! Something that caught me completely off guard, something in all my years in the business have yet to experience. But, what I've learned from that is that you've always got to expect the unexpected. Always be on your feet and ready for whatever is thrown your way. So this weekend in New York, be prepared to be hit with every single damn thing in my ammunition.

***The camera zooms over to the entrance of the theater as the door pushes open and in walks Kimberly Evans. Stunning as always in a sexy red night gown, black heels, and her hair flowing. She walks in, closing the door behind her. Walks over to Bruce and reaches down embracing in a lip lock with him before taking a seat next to him. Twirling her hair she begins to speak***

KE: So, how was Vegas last night?

***Bruce, with a look of guilt on his face, knowing that he'd betrayed her trust the previous night in Vegas, quickly let's out the first response that comes to his mind***

BHBE: Great. Yea. Great. Got what I needed to get done, signed the deal, went to my room, and went to sleep. Yep.

***The two stare at each other, Kim looking at him as if she know's he's not telling the truth***

KE: So you stayed in the room the whole night? Didn't go out, didn't drink/

***Bruce clears his throat as he takes her hand***

BHBE: Nope. I stayed up and watched Nick at Nite and fell asleep. And you know I promised you I wouldn't drink. Now why would I lie to you baby?

***Bruce grabs Kim by the cheeks and locks in a long kiss. Kimberly is all smiles now as she stands up***

KE: Well I just came in to tell you that my mom is in town,and she'll be staying the weekend with us.

***A look of disappointment quickly crosses the face of Bruce before he forces a fake smile. Kimberly bends down in front of Bruce, placing one of her hands on his right knee with a seductive glee in her eyes, softly whispering***

KE: You're okay with that right honey?

***Bruce's fake forced smile suddenly seems like a real smile***

BHBE: Of course, you know I love your mom!

***Kimberly stands up***

KE: Good, and she's sleeping in the guest house. Love ya, bye!

***Kimberly kisses Bruce on the cheek and darts off and out of the room with a smile on her face and her fingers trough her hair. Bruce's face again has a pissed off look on it***

BHBE: Ya see. This is what I'm talking about. This shit right here is what keeps me in the business. Exactly what I talked that therapist about. I get mad in my personal life, and I take it out in that ring.So Horace, I hope you're ready. Because believe me when I say I am going to stop at absolutely NOTHING to ensure that you learn a lesson. I'm sick of hearing you bitch and moan about people not taking you serious. You did that to yourself Horace. You were the one coming in here living in some lame ass fantasy world. You were the one thinking you were some creature from beyond or something. You're the jackass and you deserve everything you've gotten thus far. Like I said before, I tried to help you, but you messed it all up. Now you're going to have to pay for it. Buried Alive match, that's what you wanted? Dammit that's fine with me. I hate to use an old cliche, but Horace Jackson be careful what you wish for!

***Bruce grabs the remote and aims it at the monitor on the wall. The footage is again of him capturing his first world title. A smile again crossing his face as he pauses it on him holding the title high in the air***

BHBE: Sunday night begins my journey. My journey back to the top where I belong. Three years ago I came here with a goal in mind, and it's not yet been accomplished. But, I promise each and every one of you on that roster, and in that office that you're going to see the old Bruce Evans back this weekend. The Bruce that didn't give a shit what anyone thought of him. The Bruce that did whatever it took to climb that ladder. The Bruce that did what he had to do to be the best damn wrestler on that roster. Sin City Wrestling, you wanted me to step my game up? To prove my worth? You got it. I promise that from this moment on I am unleashing a side of me that you people have NEVER EVER seen of me, and it starts with you Horace. I guarantee that at High Stakes in New York, I am going to kick some sense into you. I guarantee that when the lights have dimmed, when the smoke has cleared, when the pallbearers are covering that grave. It's going to be you who is BURIED ALIVE!!!

***Bruce un-pauses the monitor and continues living in his glory days with a huge smile across his face. He removes the band from his ponytail and shakes his head, allowing his hair to flow. He continues eating the popcorn beside him and watching the screen as the scene fades out***

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Supercard Archives / BLAQUE HART vs HORACE JACKSON
« on: October 30, 2014, 09:06:03 PM »
 *** Thursday October 30th, 2014***

***Back from the commercial break with the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. The crowd erupts into their cheers as directed by the signs on the lights as Jimmy stands up front on the stage. He applauds himself as he runs down tomorrow's guests and then begins walking back to sit behind the Tonight Show desk. Jimmy as usual is dressed to impress in gray dress pants, a white button up dress shirt, gray jacket, black dress shoes, and a navy blue tie. He takes a sip from his coffee mug as he introduces the final guest for his show***

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Jimmy: Alright ladies and gentlemen. My next guest has been in the wrestling business for nearly twenty years. He has been a champion in every promotion he has been in, except for the one he's currently in. Please welcome Sin City Wrestling's Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!

***The tonight show band "The Roots" play their version of "Oh Canada" as the audience as well as Jimmy stand and applaud. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans walks out from the back and salutes the audience with a wave and a smile on his face as he walks up to Jimmy and shakes his hand. Bruce is wearing a pair of black jeans, a black and yellow Horace Jackson "The Force Is Strong" shirt, black shoes, and his hair tied back in a ponytail as always. Bruce walks out to the audience shaking hands with a few of them and he even stops to take a few photos with them before heading back towards Jimmy. As he approaches, with the audience still in a frenzy he takes the single seat next to the desk of Jimmy. On the sofa placed next to the single chair sits the earlier guests Justin Timberlake to the right and Kermit the frog to the left. Bruce shakes hands with Justin first, and then reaches to shake with the muppet, out of audio saying something to them both. Bruce reaches and grabs the coffee mug placed in front of him by a stage hand and takes a sip from it. As the audience calms down in volume, Jimmy begins to speak***

JF: Wow!

***Audience applause***

JF: I must say I DID NOT expect this kind of reaction for someone who's supposed to be the "bad guy"!

***Audience laughs as do Jimmy and Bruce***

BHBE: Well Jimmy, you've got something a lot of the other talk shows don't have, a smart audience!

***Camera pans over to the audience as they continue to applaud before panning back over to Jimmy and Evans***

JF: So Blaque, or Bruce, or Mr. Evans, what should I call you?

***Bruce chuckles***

BHBE: Well we go back a while so you can just call me Mr. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans.

***Laughter from crowd, and a smirk on Evans' and Jimmy's faces***

JF: O.k. Mr. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. First let me say what an honor it is to have you here. I've followed you since pretty much the start of your career, and let me tell you this, I AM A FAN!!!

***A pause as the audience and Jimmy applaud Bruce as does Justin Timberlake and Kermit***

BHBE: Thank you.

JF: So after almost twenty years in the business, you've recently returned to action. You retired, took some time off and now you're back. And you're back with S.C.W. Sin City Wrestling, tell us all a little about them.

BHBE: Well ya know, S.C.W. was the promotion I came back to in 2011. To me it was for me. It just felt right ya know? I just had that feeling of belonging there. My agent worked out the deal in 2011 and he told me for sure that it was the place to be. The talent was amazing, the staff welcomed me with open arms and it was just a match. So that was that and it's where I've been since. But in 2012 I had some personal problems and I wasn't myself. Basically I wasn't  focused on my career. So that year around this time I lost a match where the loser had to leave the company. Unfortunately I got beat and I left not only the company but the business all together.

JF: So when you left the business, what did you do. Something you've been doing for over half your life is over, taken away from you, what do you do?

BHBE: Well I'm gonna say it was hard Jimmy. Really it was rough. For the first few days and weeks and even months I was lost. I didn't know what to do with myself. I was home everyday for the first time in a very long time. My wife and kids loved it but honestly I was a wreck, I was completely miserable. I'd sit at home and watch it on the television and just wish I could be there and be a part of it. I mean unless you're in this business you really can't understand what it's like to have it just swept from under your feet, it was hard Jimmy.

JF: So doing your off time how did you manage to keep yourself busy after not being able to do something that your life has revolved around for so long?

BHBE: Well I did get a few offers from other promotions to work for them but it just wasn't for me. I felt like they didn't have that certain "it factor" that Sin City had. So I ended up turning them down. Plus my wife didn't want me going back in the business as we were working on us, our marriage. So.... to keep myself busy I'd just listen to old N'Sync albums.

***The crowd erupts into laughter as does Jimmy, Kermit, and of course Justin Timberlake***

JF: So okay. Now you're back. Since you've been back it seems you're going back to your old roots. What I remember you as. The man that hates America!

***The marks in the audience begin to boo as Bruce cracks a cocky grin across his face***

BHBE: Well Jimmy. My dad used to always tell me. If it ain't broke don't fix it. Face it, what better time to go back to my roots. Everyone knows I'm a very proud Canadian. If you've followed me all this time you'd know I have no problem representing where I come from. I love my home. I don't do it to be hated, it just so happens that the fans don't like it because I "bash" their home. Bottom line is this, in this business you do whatever is going to get you on the map, put you in the spotlight so to speak and I do it better than ANYONE in the business.

***A few members of the Audience cheer, Jimmy lets out a light laugh***

JF: I guess we have a few Canadians in the studio.

BHBE: There's some of us everywhere Jimmy!

*** Jimmy and Bruce laugh together***

JF: So tell us about this show you've got coming up. Sunday November 9th, it's HIGH STAKES. The fourth one if I'm not mistaken. And did I hear this right? You guys are going to be right here in New York?!?

***Audience erupts into cheers***

BHBE: Yea that's right. New York is where it's all going down. We've been on a military tour for the past month or so and I believe it's going to be our last stop at the Michie Stadium in West Point.

JF: Awesome. So you're opponent, a guy named Horace Jackson. Tell us a little about him.

***Bruce looks around out to the audience as they boo at the mention of Jackson's name. Kermit holds his thumbs down***

BHBE: Yea his name is Horace Jackson. (tugging on his shirt)This is him. He's a guy that's got some serious issues. His first big issue is that his hometown is a place I'm pretty sure NO ONE has EVER heard of. San Antonio..... Florida...

***Jimmy, Justin, Kermit, and the audience break into laughter***

BHBE: So that's his first issue. Then there's him basically spitting in my face. He came into the company wearing some dumb Darth Vader like mask which was ridiculous from the get go. Then when I try to help the guy, ya know trying to make him a star like me, he causes us to lose a chance to be the tag team champions!

***Audience begins booing as Bruce pauses***

BHBE: So we had this tag match and of course he was the one that got pinned, and afterwards he's bitching to me about it. For what I don't know. His biggest problem is that he didn't know how to perform in that ring that night because he was in the same ring as me and he was nervous. So he issues a challenge for High Stakes against me in a buried alive match.

JF: If you don't mind me asking, what in the hell is a Buried Alive match?

***As the audience laughs Bruce and Jimmy exchange words which aren't picked up, both laughing as well***

BHBE: The purpose of the match is to basically toss your opponent into a shallow grave...

***Bruce is forced to pause as the audience almost in unison let out a huge "OOOOOOOOOO"***

BHBE: So it's basically an all out brawl and that's the way to win.

JF: Well that's normal!

***Laughter***

BHBE: Well this is the one business in the world where that is actually normal.

JF: So Mr. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. Here's your chance. What do they call this in the business when you talk smack about your opponent?

BHBE: Cutting a "promo".

JF: Okay. Can I introduce you?!?

BHBE: SURE, take a crack, when your show gets cancelled we can probably use you!

***A loud OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO fills the studio as everyone is laughing. Jimmy gives Bruce a look. Jimmy stands up behind his desk, as a stage hand walks over and hands him a microphone. Jimmy stands up straight and with a serious look on his face he places the microphone to his mouth while looking around***

JF: Ladies and gentlemen. At S.C.W. High Stakes 4 it will be a Buried Alive Match!!!

***Cheers***

JF: Let's hear from the man that will face Darth Va..... I mean Horace Jackson. The Franchise, the ICON, the LEGEND, Mr. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!!!

***Huge eruption of cheers as Jimmy hands Bruce the microphone and takes a seat back behind the desk. Bruce stands up, looking around taking in all the cheers, something he's not used to as he holds the mic to his mouth***

BHBE: Horace Jackson! At High Stakes 4 I am going to do to you what I did to Virgil at the first High Stakes. I am going to make easy work out of you. I am going to make an example of you. You walk around backstage talking about how you get no respect. About how you're being held down. Dammit you don't know what it's like to be held down like I do. Ya see, I've busted my ass for this company for the better part of three years, and I get nothing in return. So you wanna talk about disrespect, well look up that word in the dictionary and there you'll see a picture of me. You think challenging me to a Buried Alive match is supposed to scare me? Hell, I've been there and I've done that. I've been buried alive since I was born!

***Crowd erupts as does Jimmy, Justin, and Kermit pretty much forcing Bruce to have to pause as the studio is too loud. Bruce grows a serious expression across his face as the noise simmers down and he continues***

BHBE: The day I came into this world I was Buried. You think I got to where I am by purpose? You think I had everything handed to me on a silver spoon? Hell No. Everything I've achieved I have had to work for. I have had to work my fingers to the bone to get to where I am. Nothing was handed to me! November 9th, it's not going to be a wrestling match Horace, it's going to be a fight!

***Bruce pauses again as the cheers pickup again, the camera catches Jimmy staring at Bruce like a five year old at his first wrestling show***

BHBE: At High Stakes Horace, I'm going to not only bury you alive, I'm going to bury your career all together. I tried to play the nice guy. I tried to help you out. We've both been screwed by this company so I know how you feel. But when you refuse to let me guide and direct you into the right direction, it's like a slap in my face! That's the worst thing you could ever do to me, and it'll be the very last thing you'll ever do to me! So you want a match? You're going to get a fight! You want to be a star? You're going to be what everyone refers to as "Remember that one guy?" Horace, November 9th, right here in New York, you step in the ring with greatness, you learn a lesson, you get your ass handed to you, and you leave six feet under!!!

***Bruce hands the stage hand the microphone as the audience, Jimmy, Justin, even Kermit standing on the sofa rise to their feet. Bruce stands there looking around with a pissed off look on his face as he pants***

JF: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!!!

***CHEERS***

JF: Ladies and gentlemen tomorrow on the show. Perez Hilton, Eli Manning, and a performance from the one and only Miley Cyrus!!! See you tomorrow!

***The cheers and applause continue throughout the studio as Jimmy walks over to Bruce and the two embrace and shake hands. Jimmy then walks over to embrace Kermit the frog and Justin Timberlake, as the scene fades out***

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Climax Control Archives / 4 Enter, Only 1 Leaves!
« on: October 23, 2014, 01:54:50 AM »
 ***Scene: Calgary Counselling Centre in Calgary Alberta, Canada. We're outside of the building as a black 2015 Lexus r.c. 350 f sport pulls into the parking lot. The car approaches a stop and backs into a vacant lot and the engine can be heard shutting down. The windows are a very dark tint so the occupants can't be seen. A few seconds pass by with the camera anxiously awaiting to see who's inside the car as around other people are either arriving or leaving the centre. Various people of all races and backgrounds. The driver door to the Lexus slowly pushes out. Kimberly Evans, wife of Bruce Evans steps out. She's in a red mini skirt, a white tube top, red heels, and her hair flowing in the wind. She closes her door behind her, and with her designer red and white bag in her hand walks around to the passenger door. She reaches for the door's handle as to open it, but struggles as she pulls at it but it appears to be locked. She frowns and begins yelling at whoever is in the car***

Kimberly Evans: Come on, trust me, this is going to do us all good!

***Again she attempts to open the door to the passenger side, with no success. She then reaches into her fancy bag and takes out a set of keys. With a smirk on her face she quickly pushes a button on the keys as the sound of a door being unlocked are heard. She quickly reaches for the door handle, opening the door finally. The camera pans in on the passenger, revealing a distraught looking Bruce Evans. Wearing blue jean shorts, a red tank top, and black and red shoes. As always sunglasses covering his eyes***

BHBE: Come on, we don't need this. Everything's fine baby. Lets just go home already!

***Bruce removes his sunglasses and looks at Kimberly with a glee in his eye***

Kimberly Evans: No Bruce, you heard what my mom said. We need to do this to make our marriage work. Besides it's just one hour out of your day. Trust me, in the long run it's going to benefit us.

***Bruce sighs and the expression on his face is now that of anger as he steps out of the car***

BHBE: Kim, our marriage is fine. Besides what does your mom know? Shes not with us everyday. She hasn't an idea of how our marriage is, unless you're calling her and telling her about everything that happens between us.

Kimberly Evans: Well.....

***Bruce cuts her off***

BHBE: Dammit Kimberly, this is the reason we almost split last time. You've got to understand that our marriage is our marriage,I'm not married to your mom I'm married to you! You have got to stop including her, because every time you do, it ends up in a mess!

*As the two begin walking towards the entrance of the centre Kimberly gives Bruce a dirty look***

Kimberly Evans: But baby, ever since dad died mom's been all alone. She just wants something to do.

BHBE: Well sign her up for senior art class or something, not as a third wheel in our marriage!

***The camera follows the two into the building where they enter. The place is packed with people waiting for their sessions. Bruce and Kimberly walk up to the receptionist area to sign in. The lone receptionist is an older woman. Gray hair, glasses hanging low on her nose, and a blue shirt, her lower regions hidden behind the counter. She stands behind the counter as the couple approaches***

Receptionist: Good Morning. Welcome to the Calgary Counselling Centre. I'm Edna, how may I assist you?

***Bruce begins to speak but is quickly cut off by a now apparently frustrated Kimberly***

Kimberly Evans: Yes, my husband Bruce here is here for a 10:00 appointment with Dr. Dolan...

***Bruce gives Kimberly a frown as Edna begins looking through paper work***

Edna: Yes, I have it right here. He's ready to see you, just take this here to room seventeen and he'll be right with you.

***Kimberly grabs the paper work from Edna and Bruce begins to pout like a child, mumbling words under his breath as the two walk down a hall full of rooms. After about a minute they approach room seventeen. Dr. Dolan's name on the door***

Kimberly Evans: Okay Bruce. I'll be back in an hour to get you.

***A look of surprise crosses the face of Bruce***

BHBE: What do ya mean you'll be back? I thought we were doing this together?

Kimberly Evans: Ugh no..... trust me it's best you get this done on your own. I've already had my session and trust me this guy is one of the best in town. He's going to do wonders!

***Bruce angrily snatches the papers from Kimberly's hands and reaches to turn the door knob***

Kimberly: What about a kiss good-bye?

***As Kimberly puckers her lips towards Bruce for a kiss, he rejects her and completely ignores her and storms into the room. Kimberly quickly walks off with an angry expression on her face as the cameras then take us into Dr. Dolan's therapy room. He's not in yet as Bruce looks around the room. It's quite the fancy room. Black leather sofa, love seat, and a huge desk full of portraits of what are probably the doctor's family members. All over the walls are plaques, awards, and certificate of achievements. Bruce doesn't seem to be impressed as he takes a seat on the sofa and begins talking to himself***

BHBE: Can't believe this shit. Help our marriage? I don't see what's wrong with it. I mean what does she want from me? I'm still giving her a show every night. What more can I do? Who does she think I am, Superman?

***As Bruce continues talking to himself, the door to the room opens and in walks a tall good looking blonde. Black slacks, purple shirt, black and purple tie, and black dress shoes. He resembles Brad Pitt. Bruce quickly jumps from the sofa as the man walks over to him extending his hand to Bruce***

Man: Hi there. I'm Doctor Dolan, pleasure to meet you. You are Bruce Evans right?

***Reluctantly Bruce shakes his hand***

BHBE: Yea.

Dr. Dolan: Okay, thanks for coming. We've got a lot to cover this morning. Let's start off with...

***Bruce cuts the doctor off as he sits back on the sofa and Dr. Dolan walks around to his desk and takes a seat***

BHBE: Look doc! Nothing to talk about here. The wife is delusional. All is well. So here's what we'll do. For the next hour we'll pretend as if you and I had a successful session. She'll come back to pick me up and you'll tell her there was a breakthrough and all is fine and dandy. Got it!?!

***The doctor shakes his head as to disagree with Bruce***

Dr. Dolan: Look, I know this is hard. Trust me. People really hate coming to a therapist. But, you're wife has already paid me, and I have in my notes all the problems. So we're going to have to do this. Trust me, it'll help you out and you'll be thanking your wife and I for it later...

***Bruce lays on the sofa and puts his feet up as the doctor reads through his paper work***

Dr. Dolan: So it says here the main problem seems to be your obsession with your career. It appears over the last few months you've let it become your first priority. Even before your family. Where is your career in terms of importance over your family?

***Bruce's face lights up with frustration***

BHBE: I don't know where that came from. Anyone who knows me will tell you that my family always comes first. First before Anything!

Dr. Dolan: Well, according to Kim. You quit last year and when you did things with you and the family were good while you were away from the business. You returned this year and she notices the distractions are back again and you're spending all your time again with and around the business instead of your family.

BHBE: Doc it's an exaggeration! Kimberly and I have been together for over 20 years. She was with me when I first got started in the wrestling industry. She knew then what it was going to be like. Never had a problem with it until recently. I don't know what her problem has been lately. It's like she's jealous of the business when all I'm trying to do is provide for her and our family.

Dr. Dolan: Well she says she always knew wrestling was a priority for you, but since you're return it's taken first place. What has changed since your return in which this time you're dedicating yourself more to the business than the family?

BHBE: I don't know. I think it's a bit different this time around. I mean, I know this is going to be my last run. I've done and seen a lot in my years in the industry. But for some reason I just feel this time around I've got to prove myself more than ever. Ya see, I'm a vet in this business. One of the oldest in the locker room. A lot of the guys coming in are young enough to be my son. To be honest doc, I'm a little embarrassed. I know that in my last run I've got more to prove. I have to win a title before I leave. I just have to!

***The doctor gets up from his desk. He walks over, grabs the chair in front of his desk and puts it in front of the couch Bruce is laying on, and takes a seat***

Dr. Dolan: I can understand that trust me. Now let me ask you, if you were to win a title, do you think your family time would be more present?

***Bruce ponders to himself for a second or two***

BHBE: Well, to be honest Doc. That's when the real work would begin. Ya see, when you're a champion in the company you're expected to work even harder. Even harder to keep that title. So your time then becomes focused on training harder. Working like you've never worked before. A work horse is what we call it.

Dr. Dolan: So what I'm hearing is that it's going to be a lose/lose situation in any case for your family time?

BHBE: Well, it's like this. Either way I think the family needs to understand that this is my last go around. I feel as if they're being selfish. I think they should understand how much this means to me. Right?

Dr. Dolan: I'm not here to judge Bruce. I'm here to hear your thoughts. My opinions don't matter. It's what you take from here and learn that matters...

***Bruce sits up***

BHBE: Doc, I need a huge favor. Could you give me a few minutes alone, please?

***The doctor looks puzzled as he stands up from his seat***

Dr. Dolan: Mr. Evans, whatever you think will help you. If you need to contemplate alone, that's alright with me. Just holler when you're done.

***Bruce stands up, and shakes hands with the doctor as Dr. Dolan exits the room, closing the door behind him. Bruce takes a seat back on the sofa***

BHBE: I've gotta do this! I've gotta do this! I've gotta do this! Who am I without my career? What am I without my career. I mean after all I've done for my family this is the thanks I get? After putting Kimberly in the most extravagant clothing, jewelry, cars, shoes, houses. After putting the kids through the finest universities across the world? After they've gotten all the finer things in life it feels like they we're using me. Now that they have the best it's like they don't need me anymore. Like they expect me to just sit around and grow liver spots doing absolutely nothing.

***Bruce briefly pauses, looking around the room***

BHBE: Sunday. Climax Control. It's a big chance. Matter of fact a HUGE chance. Four way match with three very tough competitors. This could revamp my career. This could put me back on top. A win here would definitely have people taking me serious again. It would have people see me as the present of this business and not the past. Not just some old timer trying to live off the past. Vincent Peterson. Kris Halc. Former S.C.W. world champion Gene Jr. This is an opportunity that I might never get again. I mean if I lose this match it'll certainly bump me back down that ladder I've being trying to climb since coming back here. I've got three of the most talented guys on the roster, a win here would surely prove to the office that I am capable of once again headlining for the promotion.

***Bruce looks around, the look on his face as if he's admiring the many achievements of the doctor***

BHBE: We all live for one reason. That reason is to be the best at what we do. Look at this guy. A doctor. Making good money. Probably one of if not the best at his profession. He does it because it's a passion for him. Everyday he wakes up he thrives to be the absolute best. Every man in this industry of wrestling is in it for one reason. I don't care who you are or what you say. We're all in it to eventually become the World Champion. The top of the business. That man that every one else will envy. This Sunday at Climax Control, I don't care what stupid Halloween stipulation is added to this four way. Because believe me when I say this, I am going to North Carolina to do one thing, and that is WIN!

***Bruce gets up, walking over to the doctor's desk. He takes one of the portraits off the desk and looks at it, would seem to be a picture of the doctor's wife. A very attractive blonde***

BHBE: Vincent Peterson, I gotta admit I don't know much about you. All I know is that I've seen you in action before and you're not some walk over. Ya got the talent. But to me you're still a kid living in a man's world. What are ya 19 years old? Still wet behind the ears as far as I'm concerned. You're like a punk little kid that to me has a lot to learn. To me you're going to learn more than anyone else in this match. Being in the ring with a legend such as myself with teach you more than you could ever learn in any other match with any other wrestler in this business. So this Sunday Vince. Grease up those ridiculous looking dreads or whatever that crap is you call hair, and get ready for the ride of your life. Because I promise you I will NOT let some young punk come in and steal my journey back to the top...

***Bruce picks up another portrait, this one of two blonde children, a boy and a girl. Looking at it as he continues to speak***

BHBE: Kris, the "Ace of Clubs" what club is that? What we strive for in life is sometimes never met with success. Some of us keep going for it. We simply dust ourselves off and try again. We try harder to get as close to perfection as humanly possible. Kris, I'm one of the ones that has dusted myself off. This Sunday I'm going to try again. You have impressed me in your short while in S.C.W. While I was away I continued to watch the company. I had some guys such as yourself that I feel have all the potential in the world. Problem is, this weekend the office has royally screwed you over because you're in the same ring with me, against me. Kris, as you know I've never been one to give a damn about what people think of me. I've never lived my life trying to please anyone more than myself. I don't know what your goals are, what you plan to accomplish while you're here in Sin City Wrestling, and honestly I don't really care. But, if one of those goals is to win this Sunday at Climax Control in that four corners match. You need to sit down, think long, think hard, and THINK AGAIN!

***As Bruce puts down the portrait of the two children, he picks up what appears to be a diploma***

BHBE: Last but certainly not least, Gene! Former S.C.W. champion. I sat there in my house on July 15th and watched you win that title. I applauded for you. I saw in you a man that I thought could carry this company. A man that could be the face of this company for a long long long time to come. A little over a month later, you lost it! The fact that you've done what many of us dream of doing, winning that world title was in itself impressive. But, when you lost it, it showed us that you we're not the dominate man you portrayed. Sure you had stiff competition in Mr. Drake Green, but you failed, and you failed miserably. Face it little Banton, you will NEVER be able to be nearly as good as your dad. You're good, but you're not great. I know you too have a lot to learn. You won the world title at a young age and you made the mistake of letting it go to your head. This Sunday, you're going to make the mistake of thinking you can take me out.

***Bruce puts the diploma back on the desk and walks back over to the sofa. He lays back down***

BHBE: This Sunday. Climax Control. I am going to show the office, the locker room, the world. That this here is my life! No more sitting back taking crap and letting it slide. I will go into North Carolina, home of some of the greatest of all time. I will go in with people doubting me, people still not believing in me. I will walk out with the entire world not only believing in me, but realizing that age is nothing but a number. Despite the stipulation to this match, and trust me I've been involved in some really stupid gimmick matches in the past. I promise the world that I will be the one that is left standing, hand held high in the air in victory. For the other three men in this match, you'll have that honor of having being able to tell your kids, grand kids, great grand kids that once upon a time. You were in the ring with the The FRANCHISE, The ICON, the LEGEND..... Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!!!

*** Bruce grows an evil smirk across his face as he pushes a button on the wall which is a call button alerting the doctor. As the scene fades Dr. Dolan walks back in the room as Bruce lays across the sofa, feet crossed, and a cocky smile on his face***  

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Climax Control Archives / Good Job Horace!
« on: October 10, 2014, 07:33:16 PM »
 ***The scene opens up outside of the airport of Atlanta Georgia. The place as usual is jam packed with thousands of patrons arriving and departing from around the world. The camera is set on Gate C as that plane is letting off it's passengers. Out steps Bruce Evans. Bruce is wearing blue jeans, a black Blaque Hart long sleeve shirt, with black boots. He walks off the ramp rolling two cases of luggage as he stops near the vending machines. He removes the sunglasses from his face and places them around his neck as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He grabs some money from the wallet,and puts in what appears to be two one dollar bills into the machine, pressing his selection. He reaches into the slot and retrieves a red gatorade. He then takes his two rolling luggage cases and walks around the airport until he finds an empty bench to sit at. He takes a seat, and lets out an exhausted breath. He opens the gatorade and takes a long drink of it, as if he's dehydrated. As he puts the gatorade bottle, already nearly empty on top of of his luggage cases, he looks into the camera and begins to speak, as many people walk around and behind him***

BHBE: So, Sin City Wrestling, here we are. You get what you want. Just last week I told everyone I saw no point in wrestling on this tour for the troops. I don't bite my tongue, and I say what I want. Apparently I upset quite a few people with comments I made in an interview and got on a lot of people's bad sides. Face it, I'm from Canada. I've said it numerous times I don't really care what happens in the states. It's a wreck and everyone knows it. The president cares more about playing golf than running this country. So for last week's Climax Control in Texas I refused to show up. The S.C.W. didn't book me so I figured why bother? I spent the week with the wife and kids home in Calgary and had an amazing time. No regrets. But, I did receive a call from my agent and he informed me that based on this new deal I've reached with the S.C.W. for my return, I legally have to work this tour rather I am scheduled for a match or not. I think it's absolute bullshit, but I've always been a man of my word so here I am, in good ole Georgia for this weekend's Climax Control.

***Bruce pauses to look around at the people passing by while shaking his head in disgust***

BHBE: Ya know it really sickens me. All these out of shape, out of work people. What sickens me more are wrestlers who live their careers trying to get the fans to cheer for them. One man in Sin City Wrestling has however made me proud of him. That's actually hard for me to admit, but I digress. Horace Jackson, what you and your buddy Mr. Andrews did to those airmen was simply amazing. Absolutely amazing. I mean here's Horace, one of the most talented man on this roster, getting absolutely no respect. He deserves it. Check out the S.C.W. archives and you will see that what Horace said in Texas last week is almost work for word what I've been saying. Mr. Jackson, I agree with you one hundred percent. If you're not one of the "boys" around this company you get no where. Welcome to my world Horace. Welcome to Reality. It's about damn time someone else gets what I've been saying forever. Screw the fans and what they think about. Screw kissing the ass of the boys in the office and the locker room. Sometimes ya just gotta do things your way to get the best results. You picked the absolute best time to make that change.

***Bruce takes another quick pause as he finishes up the gatorade, and just throws the empty container across the way. A couple walking by looks at his in disgust as he just smiles***

BHBE: So things are getting interesting again here in Sin City Wrestling. A lot of the old faces returning, welcome back! Yea right! Who cares? Anyways Horace Jackson this week at Climax Control the powers have booked you and I in a match we are both long over due, a title match. It may not be the title match you wanted, it damn sure isn't one I wanted, but it's a title match nonetheless. The Bosom Buddies, we're coming for ya this week boys. Big B, Despayre I really hope yall have enjoyed being Tag Team Champions for the past five months because this Sunday you're going to be giving them up. Ya see, me and Horace. We have nothing to lose. We already don't get the respect we deserve around here so this Sunday we're going to stop at nothing to walk out of there S.C.W. Tag Team Champions. Despayre you're not new to me. A couple years back we ran into each other. Big B, cousin of one of the greatest if not the greatest S.C.W. World Champions Nick Jones. He was great, but who are you? As far as I'm concerned despite what you've accomplished so far in your career, you will always be in the shadows! I'm ready and I know Horace is ready, I know the troops are ready, question is Bosom Buddies, whatever that is, are you?!?

***Bruce stands up and stretches out a little. He then puts the sunglasses back over his eyes and grabs his rolling luggage and begins walking around the airport***

BHBE: Horace Jackson, one again you made me a proud man when you attacked those worthless airmen. This weekend you're going to make me even more proud when you and I end the streak of the clowns and get the straps. As for R.O.A.R, yes your challenge was accepted by the Bosom Buddies. Problem is, they won't have those tag titles after Mr. Jackson and Bruce Evans, the Legend, the Franchise Player, The Icon are about to shake things up around here. You thought shit was good before, you ain't seen nothing yet. It's time for the two of us to bring Must See T.V. back to Sin City Wrestling!

***Bruce approaches the arrivals section again where all the people are waiting for their rides. A man in a suit holding a Mr. Bruce Evans sign walks up to Bruce and grabs his luggage as the two walk off. The scene fades showing the packed airport in it's busy state***

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Climax Control Archives / "I'll never be "Heart Broken"!
« on: September 26, 2014, 11:20:54 PM »
 ***The scene opens up inside Blaque Hart's wrestling school "No Pain, No gain!" The camera pans around the facility showing the trainers and trainees in ring running the ropes and spots as well as some people just sitting or standing around conversing. The camera then enters the office of Bruce Evans who is sitting in his office behind the desk. He's wearing black slacks, a red long sleeve Canadian Hitmen jersey, and black and red shoes. His hair is tied back in a ponytail like usual. As the camera pans in on Bruce he looks into it and begins to speak***

BHBE: This Sunday, Sin City Wrestling presents Climax Control! The 94th Edition to be exact! It's nearing the century mark, and what better way to enter that historic number than to have the greatest of all time to start the show. Ya know, I was here when this company got off the ground, I was here when this company was at the top of the top. This company was sailing over all the others because we were the cream of the crop.... But I don't know where we're headed now!

***Blaque pauses as he looks out of the window to the office which points directly to the training ring. A few guys are running the ropes***

BHBE: I say that because honestly I don't know where this company is heading. At Violent Conduct I saw some things that made me question my return. I saw a division completely dominated by ONE group of girls. I saw a world champion that in my eyes CAN NOT be stopped by ANYONE but ME! Most important the world saw the return of a FRANCHISE, an ICON, and LEGEND!


***Bruce pauses again to take a sip of water from the bottle in front of him***

BHBE: Jon Dough. The first person sent at me from the front office. I guess they thought that he'd be the one to make me want to leave again. They were wrong. I guess they though he'd be the one to beat me and make me consider giving up this business for good, they were wrong. Ya see, I did exactly what I said I would do at Violent Conduct. I beat him! I taught him a lesson! I made him famous! Just by him getting in that ring with me I made him a household name. Jon, I know your life has been rough. Ya don't know much about where you came from or who you are. I'll tell you who you are.You are the man that will go down in history as the man that Blaque Hart Bruce Evans made his return to on my climb back to the top!

***Bruce looks around the office***

BHBE: This school right here is MINE!It's me showing these people how to be on that level. That level that many people will NEVER get to reach in their careers. I've been world champion before in other companies, but I've yet to hold any gold in this company. In the past I've blamed that on the office for holding me back and giving me matched with guys who were no where near my talent level. I've blamed them for putting me in matches with guys I'd never heard of. Truth be told, the roster in S.C.W. has been by far the best I have ever seen. It was me. It was me that held myself down and held myself back. I didn't have that confidence that made me the man that I became. Simply put I lost it. But boys, it's back and I'm back and I promise all of the people in this promotion that things this time around will be different because I am back to win some gold!

***Bruce stands up from his chair and stretches out a little. He then walks over to the door and opens it.***

BHBE: Rob, teach them to take back bumps from the top!

***The instructor Rob looks at Bruce and nods his head, Bruce closes the door back. Goes back to his chair and sits back down***

BHBE: So this week the company gives me another guy coming off the injured list. I don't know what they're trying to do here but I'll take it. Jon Dough came off the injured list and I beat him. Steve Romane is coming off injury and I'll beat him too. I see that he trains at the Staggs school which is cool. but trust me buddy that school is no where as hard and talented as mine. Ya see, my guys work their asses off and go on to join some of the top promotions across the world, and become some of the best of all time. I watched ya earlier and I will agree with you on one thing. I've NEVER held a title for this company and neither have you. We have that in common and lets face it that's all we have in common. Other than that we're on two different playing fields, in two different worlds. I am Bruce Evans, you are Steve Romane. It's like comparing apples and oranges. Two completely different things. In your career you have accomplished some great things, but they've been in the past and you haven't been relevant since. I appreciate what you've done in your career and the fact that you go out there and do all that you do for the fans. But, like JON we've seen that trying to please those people gets you no where. Face it, it's all about pleasing yourself first. So this Sunday at Climax Control, I'll do to you what I did to Jon at Violent Conduct. I will make you famous. By you just stepping in the ring with me your stock automatically goes up. You're not going to be famous for winning. You're going to be famous for stepping in the same ring with the greatest of all time.

***Bruce takes a deep breath as he looks around his office with a smile on his face***

BHBE: I've worked my ass off since day one. When I came in this business I had goals and to be honest I've reached nearly off of them. There are a few left but I promise they'll be done.This Sunday I do something I DO NOT take pride in. I go on a tour that represents the military of the United States. Anyone who knows me or has followed me through out my career knows how I feel about the united states. I'm born in Calgary Alberta, Canada and am a very proud Canadian. I don't agree with any of what the states has been doing in the past few years and I ain't afraid to voice my opinions. I think the president is a joke and the way things are ran over there area complete mess. Normally I would reject going on such a tour but I've agreed to do this one simply to prove that I am still the best at what I do. I'm  not going to go out there and wrestle for the American troops, I'm going out there to wrestle for me. Steve Romane, you can surround yourself with whatever group of Sin City Wrestlers you want, just like America surrounds itself with the wrong people. Bottom line is this, Sunday Night you're another person in my way. I don't know you, I don't care! You just like Dough are just people put in my way at an attempt to stop me from climbing that ladder. Ya talk about your goals by the end of the year holding a title, that won't happen. Not on my watch anyways. As far as I see it the only thing you'll be doing by the end of the year is spending more time with your troll of a wife and that little kid of yours because if I get my way you will be back on that injured list. The Best there's ever been is back and it's time for me to show you all what I am capable of doing and exactly why I am exactly what I say I am. Romane, I'll see you in two days!

***Bruce stands up and walks out of the office to assist in the training of his students as the scene fades out***

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Character Building Roleplays / Sean Jackson video blog for Violent Conduct
« on: September 13, 2014, 03:07:31 AM »
 wow, I've been doing e-feds since 96 or so and have never really seen someone actually post a video, good job bro!

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Supercard Archives / JON DOUGH vs BLAQUE HART
« on: September 12, 2014, 11:52:03 PM »
 ***Outside at the Desert Sun Stadium in Yuma, Arizona just two days before Violent Conduct Two. The crew is getting the stadium together for the big event as various S.C.W. crew members sweat in the hot desert sun setting up the ring, entrance, announce table etc... The Camera pans around the old stadium until it stops on Blaque Hart Bruce Evans sitting in the bleachers. He's in the very back far from all the crew set up seated high and far from where the home plate is in this baseball stadium. He's wearing black jean shorts, a vintage red and black Blaque Hart: I am LEGEND t-shirt, and black and red Jordan's. Hair as usual tied back in a ponytail, and shades covering his eyes. He takes a sip of water from his water bottle, removes his shades, and looks directly into the camera, with the sun's glare off his face***

BHBE: Violent Conduct part two. It was this very show on September 23rd of 2012 that I wrestled my last match for this company, at least my last match with any confidence against a man named Bo Dreamwolf. A man I had been in a feud with for a while. Had various matches with this man. Different stipulations in those matches. The last match, Violent Conduct 2012 was a "scientific" match. A match in which everything is based on your technical wrestling abilities. Something I've throughout my career have been proud to say I've been the best at. That night in Tokyo, Japan, in front of some of the best wrestling fans in the world, that theory was challenged, and beat. It changed me, it really changed me forever. I was beat. Beat with a German Suplex. One of the most basic moves in this business. It hurt me, it really killed my pride, it made me re think some things. Just two months later at High Stakes I lost again. Against the same man, in a HARDCORE match, another one of my specialties. Again it killed me. I sent me home, it was my last match for Sin City Wrestling...

***Evans takes a brief pause to wipe away a small sweat spot from his forehead***

BHBE: Almost two years later I am back! I am in the best physical and mental shape of my entire life and this Sunday right here from Arizona the world will see. A lot of people in the business have been questioning my sanity for wanting to get back in that ring. I don't blame them. To be honest I've never claimed to be the most sane person alive. But, all the doubters will be shut up this weekend as I not only make my return to the ring, but my return to glory above all. Jon Dough. If you think for one split second that this is going to be a work out match for you, a quick victory for you, a walk in the park. My friend you have got another thing coming. Because ya see, this Sunday Night. Right here in front of 10,500 fans. I show the world once again why this business just ain't the same without the Blaque Hart. If your memory was foggy before, then when I am done with you Jon, it's going to be even worse!

***Bruce pauses again to take a sip of water, glance down at his watch, and continues***

BHBE: 1996 is when I made my debut in this business. Eighteen years ago. Rookie of the year, won my first title in that same year. It may have just been a television title, but it was a launching pad to me winning that companies world championship just months later. Recognized as the best world champion in that company's history. Wrestler of the year in only my second year. Feud of the year in my second year. I've accomplished more in my first two years than you Jon, have probably accomplished in your whole life. Ya walk around here covering your face, hiding your identity because from what I believe, you're ashamed of yourself. You know yourself what a nobody you are. You know that no matter what you do in that ring, in your life, will NEVER EVER compare even a tenth to me and all of my accomplishments. I see that you've been a tag team champion here in Sin City. Must make ya happy huh? Well, remember that because as long as I am around it's going to be the only thing you can be proud of. That goes not only to just you, but to each and every man on that roster.

***Evans looks down at the ring crew setting up the ring***

BHBE: Those people right there are a part of history. For they are setting up the ring, the very ring that I am going to make my return in. The ring that is going to be historic for that very reason. A ring that's going to somewhere in the future be sold on e-bay for millions, hell maybe billions of dollars. The ring that the Legend, the Franchise Player, the Icon himself competed in. Sin City Wrestling. My first go here wasn't as successful as I had intended. But I can guarantee you all that this time around is going to be pure EPIC. I am here for one reason and one reason only. To climb back to the top. As being at the top will mean I represent this company as your world heavyweight champion!

***Evans stands up, grabs his bottle of water, and starts walking down the bleachers as he continues to talk***

BHBE: In just two nights, you are all invited to be a part of history. You are all invited to be there when I beat Jon Dough in that very ring and start my way back to the top. Sin City Wrestling, you've officially been warned. I'm back, and things are fixing to change. Jon, keep on wasting your time riding whales out in Vegas, not worrying about me. In the end, you'll find it was your biggest mistake. Lastly, if that little bitch Orchid even thinks about trying to get anywhere near this match, that bimbo you're referring to, my wife will make sure you never show that ugly face of yours around here again!  See yall Sunday!!!

***Evans walks down to watch the ring crew and S.C.W. crew continue to set up for the show as the scene fades out***

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Supercard Archives / JON DOUGH vs BLAQUE HART
« on: September 06, 2014, 12:34:03 AM »
 (The scene opens up with the camera panning around a busy restaurant. Lots of noise in the room as the diners converse among themselves and the staff. The wait line at the front of the restaurant is out the door with impatient customers as the host appears to be in a panic, flustered by the busy atmosphere. The place is beautifully decorated with a jungle theme. Plants and water falls everywhere, and life like monkeys swinging from vines throughout. As the camera continues to pan, we are taken to a table where S.C.W. wrestler Blaque Hart Bruce Evans is sitting. Dressed in a black polo shirt, brown pants, and black Lebron James basketball shoes. His hair is tied back in a ponytail, and he has a five a'clock shadow on his face. Sitting across from him is the same woman he was with at last week's Climax Control. She's wearing a red and black vintage Blaque Hart shirt, a black mini skirt, and red and black spiked high heels. She's got a huge smile on her face as she reaches across the table to hold hands with Evans)

Woman: Baby, it's almost here, can you believe it baby!?! In just about 9 days you make your return home, home to Sin City Wrestling!!!

(Evans pops a smile across his face as he rubs the woman's hands. He then grabs the glass of water in front of him, taking a quick drink from it and sitting the glass back down)

Woman: All that work. All that getting up at three in the morning just to get to the gym. Dieting to keep your sexy body in tip top shape. Baby the wrestling world won't see it coming. The wrestling world will feel your wrath. The wrestling world will see just why you are what you say you are. The ICON, The FRANCHISE PLAYER, The LEGEND baby!!!

(The woman and Evans share a chuckle as the server, a geeky looking white boy with red hair and glasses approaches the table)

Waiter: Thank you for coming out to the Rain Forest Cafe here at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, Nevada. I'm Steve, I'll be your server for the night. Can I start you two out with something to drink?!?

(The woman looks at Bruce as Steve hands the two menus. Bruce opens the menu and browses through it before looking of the back of the menu which is where the alcohol drinks are located)

BHBE: Yes, for me.... Lemme have a Brandy on the rocks, and for the lady..... How's bout a white Zifandel...

(Bruce puts the the menu as the woman continues browsing through the menu and Steve writes down the drink orders)

Steve: O.k. sounds excellent, how about some appetizers to start you all off?

Woman: Yes I think we're going to have the Onion Stack, Cheese Sticks, and the Spinach and Artichoke dip.

(Steve writes down the items on his pad)

Steve: O.K. Sounds great. I'll get that in for you right away, and your drinks will arrive shortly.

BHBE: Thanks Steve!

(Steve turns and walks away as Bruce continues to talk)

BHBE: Nine is the number. Nine as in Nine more days until I make my return to the ring here in Sin City Wrestling. It's been a while. Too long as a matter of fact. But believe me when I tell you all this. I am in the best shape of my life right now. I'm talking mentally and physically. I am more anxious that I have probably been in all of my career to get back into that ring and show the world what this business has been missing since I've been away.

(The camera pans around the restaurant showing lots of little kids running around, climbing the various kids park equipment in the kid zone. The Woman sitting across from Bruce has a huge smile on her face as she watches on. The camera pans it back on Bruce)

BHBE: While I've been away I've seen some of what's been going on around the
S.C.W. Seems like a bunch of headless chickens running around making a muck of everything. Seems like there's no captain leading the ship. Seems to me like anyone can do whatever they  want, whenever they want. Well boys, all that is about to come to an end. Because me, and my wife (pointing to the woman across the table) Kimberly, we're here to run the show like it should have my first go around in this company!

(The woman, now revealed to be Evans' wife Kimberly Evans again grabs Bruce's hands and runs them, with a huge grin on her face as they look into each other's eyes like the scene out of some cheesy chick flick. Steve, the waiter walks up to the table. He puts Evan's Brandy on the rocks in front of him, and then Kimberly's white zifandale in front of her)

Steve: There you go, and I'll be right back with the apps!

Kimberly: Thank you. Now. To all the "women" on the S.C.W. roster, take notes. I am Kimberly, Mrs. Kimberly Evans. Yes, you heard right. I am the wife of the greatest man on the planet. This time that Bruce has been away from the company, he's not only been training his ass off to get back in the ring, but the Legend himself has been training me as well. Back home in Calgary, at his wrestling school. And I promise you all, very very very soon that I will be on that "Bombshell" roster!

(Kimberly lets out a light laugh)

BHBE: Only a matter of time baby. I mean look at you! You are the true definition of a Bombshell. Those other women, I don't even know why they call themselves that when they walk around looking like Donald Trump in drag or something!

(The two laugh)

Kimberly: Well it's like you've always told me baby, beauty and and brains, with talent is the way we Evans' get as far as we want in life. Listen honey, I'm going to run to the ladies room and freshen up real quick, I'll be back.

(Kimberly takes a sip of the white zifandale. She then grabs her black leather purse and stands up from the table. She kisses Bruce before taking off for the restroom area)

BHBE: That's right S.C.W. Not only will there be me you have to worry about, but  my wife, the love of my life, the best thing that has ever happened to me is going to leave her mark on this business as I have.

(Steve the waiter approaches the table with a big serving tray. He puts down the three apps on the middle of the table)

Steve: And here we are, and I will be back shortly to take your orders.

(Bruce takes a tortilla chip and dips it in the spinach and artichoke dip.)

BHBE: Which brings me to Violent Conduct on September 14th. Arizona. In all honesty I really wasn't expecting to be thrown right into a match up on my return. But I guess the officials of Sin City just wanted to give the people what they want, Bruce Evans back in the ring. To boost their audience, to boost their ratings, to boost the overall excitement of the company.

(Kimberly struts back over to the table, walking like a model with a huge smile still on her face. Bruce gets up from his seat and walks around to her chair, letting it out as she sits and places her purse on the floor under the table. Bruce then walks back to his seat. He drinks some of the brandy as Kimberly grabs a cheese stick)

BHBE: So lucky victim number one. Or not so lucky shall I say. Jon Dough.

Kimbery: Who?

BHBE: Jon Dough?

Kimberly" John Who?

(The two begin to chuckle)

BHBE: Mr. Jon Dough. Suiting. Really, that name is so suiting for you. After all. That's going to be the name on your toe tag when I'm done with you. After I've taught you the art of in ring wrestling. After I've make you famous. After I've made you un-recognized by all. Look. I've seen you in action. I've seen what you're capable of. I'm a man who does give credit where credit is due. And you... you got a little something in you. Just a little though. And in my league, a little is just NEVER enough. So do me a favor Jon. Go back and watch some of my matches. All of which are classics. See if you can maybe pick up on some of my greatness and use it to your advantage. See if you can learn before you get in that ring with me how to stand toe to toe with a wrestler that is on a level above all others in this industry!

(Steve walks back over to the table with his pen and pad)

Steve: O.k. are we ready to order folks?

(Bruce points to Kimberly, allowing her to order first as she looks through the menu. She puts the menu down on the table and points to an item on there)

Kimberly: Yes Steve. I think I will have the China Island Chicken salad. Please make sure to put the dressing on the side.

(Steve writes down the order)

Steve: And for you sir?

BHBE: Yeah, I'm going to go with the Ribs, steak and Shrimp combo. Steak medium well please and lots of barbecue sauce please.

Steve: O.k. sounds amazing. Anything else?

BHBE: No I think that'll be all, thanks Steve.

Steve: My pleasure.

(Steve again walks off as Bruce and Kimberly eat more the the trio of appetizers.)

BHBE: Jon. At Violent Conduct you are going to see me conduct me self in well..... a very violent manner. I am going to prove to not only you, the fans, and the office that I am still the greatest of all time. But the entire world will see once again why I have achieved all that I have in my illustrious career. I know you've been through a lot. I heard you were involved in a serious car wreck that could have took your life. I hear that the recovery was a lot of hard word. For that I applaud you. But when it comes to feeling sorry for people, that ain't in my nature. Sunday, September 14th, 2014. Arizona. S.C.W. Violent Conduct you Jon Dough will Never Ever be the same. You thought that accident was painful, well my friend, you ain't see nothing yet!

Kimberly: That's right baby. One more thing to the "Bombshells". I'm here. I'm ready, and my with wonderful husband training me and getting me ready, it'll only be a matter of time before I am out there doing what Bruce has done all of his career. Kicking a little ass, and taking names. In the end, becoming your Bombshell Champion!

(Bruce and Kimberly engage in a little lip locking, as a bus boy approaches the table)

Bus Boy: Are you all finished with your appetizers?

Kimberly: Yea you can take it away, thanks.... (looking at his name badge) Martin...

Martin: You're welcome!

(Martin removes the dishes from the table and walks off. As he walks off the camera follows him to the kitchen where the waiter Steve is waiting on the food to be done)

Martin: Hey Steve, your customer, at table 18, you do know who that is do you?

Steve: Table 18.... with the hot chick?

Martin: Yea, and with that buff guy. That's Bruce Evans!

Steve: Who?

( Martin with a gleam in his eye like a kid at a candy store looks at Steve in surprise)

Martin: From the S.C.W. he's like one of the best ever bro!

Steve: Sorry, never heard of him!

Martin: Are you kidding me bro? Wow! Can you do me a huge favor?

Steve: What is it?

( Martin hands Steve a slip of paper and a pen)

Martin: Get his autograph for me....PLEASE!?!?!

(Steve shrugs, showing no interest as he takes the slip of paper and puts it in his back pocket. He then starts putting the order for Bruce and Kimberly on the server's tray and exits the kitchen. Heading back into the dining room he walks over to their table. Setting their food down in front of them)

Steve: O.k. Here we are.Hope you will enjoy your meal and if you need anything don't hesitate to call for me..... And....

(Steve nervously reaches for the slip of paper in his back pocket)

Steve: My bus boy, Martin, he says he's a huge fan of your's and would like an autograph if it's not too much.

(Steve hands Bruce the paper, Bruce quickly signs it and hands it back with a smile on his face. In the background you can see Martin cheesing like a fat kid in front of cake)

Steve: Thank you sir!

BHBE: Not a problem at all, ya know what, tell Martin to come out.

Steve: Yes Sir!

(Steve walks over to Martin and the two talk. The camera can't pick up their conversation with all the loud noises through the room but soon Martin and Steve are walking back towards Bruce)

Bruce: Get the camera baby.

(Kimberly reaches down into her purse and grabs a disposable camera. She hands it to Steve)

BHBE: Martin, how'd you like a picture pal?

(Martin's grin grows even wider, as if he'd just won the lotto. As the scene fades Martin, Kimberly, and Bruce pose for pictures as Steve takes them. The camera again pans around the restaurant showing the wild atmosphere of this themed place. We then fade out)

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Supercard Archives / Rebels without a cause...
« on: November 10, 2012, 06:43:46 AM »
 **I remember growing up in my hometown of Calgary, Alberta Canada. Just a young teenager with a dream, a dream of someday becoming a professional wrestler. I shared this dream with a group of other 15-17 year old guys. I recall starting a "backyard wrestling" company with my best friend at the time, his name was Max Clay, he was one of the nicest people I had ever come across in my life. Always willing to give you the shirt of his back so to speak. Anyways, me, Max, and about 13 other guys would put on these "events" every Saturday in some of our backyards, that was until some of the parents started getting too concerned over the violent nature of our matches. We called these matches "extreme" wresting. This was before E.C.W. was cool, or even heard of. We'd charge the "fans" usually just local snot nosed kids, and a few old people in the neighborhood a dollar to watch us "perform". We actually got a lot of publicity in the local newspaper at the time and our crowds started growing. That is until that one fateful night when one of the boys in our group was working a "hardcore match and wanted to up the stakes a bit. He decided to use fire, something no one in the group had ever dared try. Anyways, the stunt didn't go very well.... He burned 77 percent of his body, struggled in the hospital bed for weeks. He was one of the stronger guys both physically and mentally so naturally we all figured he'd pull through... He passed away exactly a month later***

---Scene- The streets of downtown Las Vegas during heavy traffic hours on a Friday Night. Inside of a red Chrysler 300 are passenger Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, and Driver Chase Coxx aka Blaque's friend and bodyguard. The two are stuck at a red light at Freemont and 4th street. Cars honking their horns all around, and a long line of cars ahead of Chase and Bruce... The two are in route to the Mandalay Bay hotel and casino. Where they will be staying for the weekend and the home of SIN CITY WRESTLING's High Stakes 2. As we get in closer inside the car we pick up the conversation between the two---

Chase: Damn Vegas drivers!

BHBE: Screw that, damn AMERICAN drivers!!!

(The two men share a chuckle)

Chase: You're right there. You know maybe I should have just listened to you and left earlier...

(Bruce looks over at Chase with his "No Shit" facial expression)

BHBE: It's all the same, I just wanted to be away from this place as long as we could before the show Sunday.

(Traffic finally showing signs of moving as Chase puts his foot to the gas, only going a few feet before being stopped by a red light)

Chase: Ahhhh shit!!!

BHBE: Well, looks like we're in for a long day. I think I'll grab a little nap before we get there...

Chase: Yea boss... rest your eyes...

(Bruce slowly closes his eyes and a few minutes later is sound asleep)

<<<45 minutes later>>>

---Scene- Las Vegas strip. Thousands of people walk the famous strip. Whites, blacks, latin, oriental etc.... A lot of people stopping to take pictures of the landmark hotels and scenes. The red Chrysler 300 slowly approaches parking at the Mandalay Bay. As it enters the garage it drives around for a few minutes before finally finding a vacant parking spot. The brakes are put on, and the engine stopped. Chase steps out of the car, closing the door behind him, and walking around to the trunk. He pops it with the keys and begins pulling out luggage. Four black and red bags to be exact. Closing the drunk, he walks over to the passenger door, tapping on the window. Waking a startled Bruce he jumps up in panic---

BHBE: Son of a bitch!!

(Chase laughing hysterically)

Chase: Sorry boss, but we're finally here!

(Bruce rubs his tired eyes, stretches, yawns, and then steps out of the seat. He's wearing blue jeans, some black and red Canadian football league jersey, and black and red high tops. Hair pulled back in a ponytail, and sunglasses. Chase is wearing blue jean shorts, a white muscle shirt, a baseball cap on his head backwards, and flip flops. Chase hands Bruce two of the bags as he takes the other two and the two men start heading for the casino entrance)

BHBE: Here we go again Chase, part two...

Chase: Don't worry, I'll take care of it this time boss...

(They enter the casino, walking through the smoke filled, liquor smelling, slot noise making surroundings, before reaching the reservation desk. Luckily the lines are not as long as usual for this time on a Friday in Vegas at one of it's premiere hotels)

Bruce: I'm gonna be over there waiting...

(Bruce pointing to a seat across the way)

Chase: Alright boss...

(As Bruce walks off, Chase continues to wait in line)

***Since it seemed I always get into some type of problem with hotel staff, lately I'd just let Chase make the reservations and book the room in his name. Besides, this day for some reason I was extremely tired. I guess it's the jet lag. I sat there going in and out of sleep waiting for Chase to get the room keys and watching the tourists look like clowns as usual. I had been to Vegas so many times by this point that I didn't get turned on anymore by it's "glamour". I really just wanted to get in the room, take a hot shower, and maybe order some room service before crashing out***

(Chase starts waking towards Bruce with his luggage. Bruce stands up, stretches and yawns again before the two start heading through the casino to the rooms)

<<1 hour ater>>

Chase: Alright boss, I'm off to the tanning booth!

(Chase shouts out in excitement, the man is a tan freak. Bruce laughs and shakes his head)

BHBE: Alright, don't stay in too long, I want to be able to recognize you when you return...

(The two men laugh as Chase walks off, closing the door behind him. Bruce, showered and shaved, now in a black robe and slippers takes a seat at a chair behind a desk. He shuffles around through a few pieces of paper, and looks into the camera, with a small yet cocky grin on his face)

BHBE: So.... Bo Dreamwolf has yet to respond to my challenge. The challenge I made last week when I wanted to put the stakes higher in our match this weekend at High Stakes 2. Yea, the one where the loser must leave Sin City Wrestling. Why is it that I'm not surprised? Really I didn't expect him to answer, or accept for that matter. I mean come on, who could blame him. Dammit I'm Bruce Evans!

(Bruce pulls out a bottle of water from inside the drawers, opening it and taking a quick sip)

BHBE: Well all is well. All that really matters to me is me getting to finally get my hands on that sorry sack of shit. Bo, ya run around talking about how wronng I was for putting that retard of a kid, waste of human life, who's name isn't even worthy of coming out of mouth in a coffin. Bottom line is this. He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. It was a gimmick match, so why was it so wrong for me to do what I did? Is it because he's a retarded some of a bitch? Or is it just your way of trying to get everyone to hate me by continuing to mention it? Well I got news for you. Number one, I don't regret what I did, and I damn sure won't be apologizing to him, or his crazy ass friends or family. Two, in case you didn't know it by now, everyone already hates me, and three, I don't give a damn what anyone thinks about me!

(Bruce pauses and continues looking at some paper work on the desk, and taking another sip of water)

BHBE: Bo, the time for talking has come to an end. No one cares about your stupid trips to your stupid dentist or about your stupid dinners with your stupid family. That slut of a sister, and that living way past her expiration date grandmother of your's. If they were anywhere near the match Sunday, I'd whoop them up too. Ya see Bo, I'm a man that's at a crossroads. True, I'm older than almost any other wrestler, and I know my time here isn't going to last forever. There will come a time when I'll have to retire and move on. But, before that time comes I have business to take care of. All I keep hearing you boys in the locker room talk about is me being a cry baby. About how I haven't accomplished shit in this company since coming. You're right, I haven't won any titles yet, I give you that. But what you cant take away is some of the big marquee matches I have won since coming here. As far as me being a cry baby. I'd like to disagree. It's not really crying when you're stating facts!!!

(Bruce picks up the phone, dialing a number)

BHBE: Yes this is Bruce Evans in 1041, I'd like to order the prime rib dinner, medium, baked potato and whatever kind of vegetables you have. Thanks.

(Bruce hangs up the phone)

BHBE: The fact that the office has been holding me back. The fact that the boys in the locker room envy my legendary status. The fact that I am the only legend, icon, and FRANCHISE player in this company. Bo, I'm done telling you how bad I'm going to make you look this Sunday. I would strongly advise you tell your ugly sister, and your raisin skin grandmother not to watch this match at all. When all is said and done, they won't be able to recognize you. We're doing my kind of match, the match that got me over early in my career. I could care less how much you trash these types of matches. It's clear you do it out of fear, and it's so damn obvious. I've said it a million times Bo. A win is a win. Don't care how I get it, as long as I get it. At High Stakes, I get to do whatever I damn well please to you, and it will all be legal. So while you're worried about some little tooth of yours, and about not being able to eat solid foods... After the show, that'll be the least of your worries. You're going to have to worry about how you're going to make ends meet after I end this little thing you call a career!

(Bruce finishes off the water bottle)

BHBE: Finally, I see you talk about how I always trash and blame America for everything, but I have no problem cashing my checks out here. Ya damn right. I'm all about the money. Don't care about you, the other boys in the back, the front office, or those idiot fans. Money, money, and money is what makes my world go round. High stakes, I'm beating your ass, getting my big fat check, cashing it, and going back home where I'm respected for the true performer I am. I'm ready Dreamwolf. Ready to end this little feud with you once and for all. You've beaten me, I've beaten you, and this match will settle it once and for all. Afterwards I don't wanna see you ever again, I don't want anything else to do with you. You've been a thorn in my side for far too long, this "rivalry" with you has put a stop to any chances of me progressing in this company. So finally, when I finish you off, I'm moving on, moving on to titles. See ya Sunday Bo!

(Bruce laughs out his evil little laugh as the scene fades out)

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Supercard Archives / One year in the making!
« on: November 02, 2012, 10:42:57 PM »
 **Scene: The office of Blaque Hart Bruce Evans in his high priced home in Cagary, Alberta Canada**

**Time: 12:19 pm, noon time**

(The camera pans around the office, making sure to show all of the achievements of Bruce Evans through out his long career. Pictures on the walls from past and recent matches, plaques and trophies on the shelves behind his big oak wood desk. Titles in a case next to the big screen television across from the desk etc... As we continue to pan around the office, there is no Bruce Evans in sight. A few seconds pass by with complete nothingness until finally the door knob begins to turn. In walks a middle aged mexican female, actually dressed in the typical "maid uniform" from head to toe. Black and white. She's a bit chubby, hair tied back in a ponytail, and a five o'clock shadow on her lips, not to mention the big mold above her lip. On the tray there is a bottle of champagne, a few champagne glasses, and a box of cigars. She walks over to the desk of Evans' and gently removes all those items from the tray on the desk. She she reaches into her side pocket and pulls out her duster and once overs the office as to make sure there is no dirt around. She then walks out of the room with a look of shame on her face)

*Five Minutes later**

(Chase Coxx, the bodyguard of Bruce Evans enter the office, leaving the door open behind him. Chase is surprisingly not dressed in his usual basketball shorts or jeans with an old beat up pair of shoes and cut off shirt. He's actually wearing a very expensive looking suit, tie included. Black slacks, tan shirt, black tie, and black shoes. His usual blonde buzz cut is slicked back in gel. He walks over to the desk, and takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. He grabs a bottle of champagne, grabs a cork, and quickly pops the top. He then pours some champagne in two of the glasses. As the camera gets in closer on him, he looks into the camera and begins to speak)

Chase: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you. The man, the myth, the legend, the man who is without a doubt the most under- rated man in this company. The Franchise player of this company. The Icon! The Legend himself! Mr. Bruce Evans!

(Chase reaches under the desk and grabs a tape recorder, pushing a player on it which plays the theme song of Blaque Hart "Oh Canada". The sound is very rough, distant, and almost un- recognizable. As the camera pans to the door, Bruce walks in, big smile on his face and all. He's also wearing black slacks, tan shirt, back shoes, black tie, and his hair tied back in a ponytail. He walks up to Chase and the two shake hands and hug before Bruce walks behind his desk and takes a seat. Chase presses stop on the recorder, shutting off the amateur like theme music. Bruce grabs one of the glasses of champagne, Chase grabs the other and the two men make a toast. Both with huge grins/ smiles on their faces, as if they'd just won the SuperBowl or something)

Chase: Mr. Evans. Its been a while since you've had to do this. I've been with you since almost the beginning of your career and I've seen you go through a lot. Some bad, but almost all good. Bruce I've seen you win multiple titles, hell we've been tag team champions together before. I've seen you lose matches, and I've seen you win matches. But the thing I haven't seen you do in quite some time pal, ending someone's career. Taking them away from the thing they love more than life itself. Leaving them, and their poor families starving, and without the necessities of life...

(The two laugh and giggle, again hitting their glasses together, both taking sips. Blaque then begins to speak, with his usual cocky grin on his face)

Blaque: Bo, Bo Bo! If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times buddy! You've picked the wrong person to go to war against. It's kind of similar as a matter of fact to the whole war that dumb son of a bitch President George W. Bust started. It was a no win situation for the Americans... Yea I said it. Face it, how many lives were lost in that war, how many lives are still being lost this very day? Countless amounts. Ya see, those men, those men your people call brave for fighting for your safety, putting their lives on the line. I see it different, I call them all STUPID, LIKE YOU!!!

(Bruce and Chase begin to chuckle again, Bruce taking a sip of his champagne. Chase grabs the remote from the desk, and points it at the television across from the desk. On the screen, various news reports from the beginning of the war in Iraq, up until current events)

Chase: You're absolutely right Bruce. Look at this brutality! And for what? So you can end up as some crippled, one legged, half armed veteran to get the bullshit benefits. Only to end up some old man or woman walking the streets telling boring stories of how you gave your life for a country that's worth absolutely nothing now?

(Bruce chuckles, while reaching for the box of cigars)

BHBE: Bottom line is this. Since day one in this business I have been anti- America. I don't believe in anything it stands for, never will. This country is in the shits and will more than likely be until the world ends. Ya go around praising and idolizing bullshit like athletes, musicians, and people who are far from worthy or being praised. Your priorities are ass backwards, and so when people ask me why I hate America so much, those are just some of the reasons!

(Blaque opens up the box of cigars, handing one to Chase, and putting one in his mouth)

BHBE: Lupe! Get in hear!

((Screaming at the top of his lungs for LUPE. The mexican woman we saw in the office earlier in the maid uniform quickly enters the office, seemingly out of breath, and sweating, with a nervous look on her face)

Lupe: (in broken english) yes Mr. Bruce Evans Sir, you call for me?

(Chase is laughing hysterically, as Bruce, with his serious expression is trying so hard not to laugh)

BHBE: I need you to walk the dogs before it gets dark. I need you to make sure my bed is at the right temperature before I get in in it tonight. I need you to make sure you book my reservations for next weekend to Vegas..... And there was something else.... (putting his hand on his chin) I just cant remember... Oh yeah, I need you to light our cigars for us!

(Chase bursts into un- controllable laughter, face red as ever as Lupe reaches into her pocket pulling out a lighter. She quickly, even though her hands are shaking lights Evans' cigar, then Chase's)

BHBE: Good job Lupe, theirs a tip in it for you and your very hard work...

(Bruce reaches into his desk, taking out a 8x10 photo of himself. He grabs a sharpee and signs it, handing it to Lupe and laughing. She takes it, acting as if she's happy, and begins to walk off. Chase slaps her on the ass and continues his out of control laughter. As Lupe walks off, she's talking under her tongue, suddenly in perfect english)

LUPE: Stupid cheap Canadian, oh well atleast I have more shit for the fireplace..(Looking at Evan's picture, closing the door behind her)

Chase: So I know people are wondering what we're celebrating. Well folks, we're celebrating two very special occasions. Number one, the one year anniversary of..... Bruce Evans in this promotion. Number two, the end of the career of Bo Dreamwolf!!!

(Chase takes a puff from the cigar, aims the remote at the television, and changes the video. We are now watching footage from the first High Stakes last year November 6th, 2011. The match is of Blaque Hart quickly defeating some guy named "Virgil" with the "Blaque Out" submission)

BHBE: Ya see what happened to that guy? I beat him quicker than any other match on that card. That was last year, and I haven't seen or heard of that guy since then. I bet he's probably living in some poverty stricken city working at a Home Depot or something. I remember telling him before the match what I was capable of, and what I was going to do. He didn't listen, and now look where he is. Probably wrestling in some indy promotion in some third world country as N.W.O. Sting!

(The two men continue laughing while watching Bruce have his hand raised after defeating "Virgil")

Chase: I remember after you beat him you had called me and told me how easy he was, and how Sin City Wrestling was going to be a cake walk for you...

(Bruce, takes a puff of the cigar)

BHBE: Ya know if it wasn't for all the bullshitting and politics that goes on around here it would of been a cake walk. Unfortunately for me, I'm not one of the "chosen ones". I'm not hand picked by the boys in the office. So I have to, like I've done my entire career and life fight for what is rightfully mine. Mr. Bo Dreamwolf. The time for talking is nearing an end. All the crap, and all the bullshit you and I have been through these past few months, it all comes to a hault next week at High Stakes number two.

(Bruce pauses and takes a sip of the champagne, the expression on his face now very serious)

BHBE: I was here when it all started, and I will be damned if I let some sack of shit like you end it for me. Next Sunday it's me and you. Me and you Dreamwolf a match I was known for earlier in my career. In a match I made famous years ago. Yea ya talk about this kind of match being not a real wrestling match, a humiliation to this sport. I told you Bo, it's not going to be a wrestling match. It's going to be a fight.

(Bruce again pauses, and takes his champagne glass and throws it against the door, leaving a messy drip. He stands up, takes off his jacket, and continues)

BHBE: For too long! Far too long! A year to be exact! This company has tried to hold me back and hold me down. At High Stakes, Bo Dreamwolf! It's going to be a highlight reel. A one sided affair of me kicking your ass all over that Mandalay Bay in Vegas. I'm done playing your stupid little games. This will without doubt, be your last match in Sin City Wrestling, hell it'll be your last match in any company. Like I did a year ago. I'm coming in, putting on a class for everyone to see what I am made of and how it should really be done. Oh yea Bo.... I have one more proposition for you and this hardcore match of ours. How about since we're at "High Stakes" we take the odds up a notch!?! You got the balls Bo? Loser leaves Sin City Wrestling!!!

(As the scene fades Bruce and Chase both with serious expressions on their faces talk amongst themselves. Just as we cut out Bruce is yelling for Lupe to come clean up the mess he had just made)

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