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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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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.

END SCENE
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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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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)

Kimberly: Well..... It's a long story. I'll tell you all about it over dinner.</font color>

(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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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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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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Climax Control Archives / Trick or Treat!
« on: October 26, 2012, 11:51:48 PM »
 **It had been a while since I had been considered an actual tag team wrestler. When I'd first started my career in this business years ago with a certain company, they figured it best for me to be in a tag team. They had against my will, and probably his stuck me in a tag team with a guy I had never seen or head of. We ended up pretty successful though, winning the tag titles in that company 10 times, and winning them 5 times in another company. We had been together a total of 7 years. Traveled the world defending titles and matching up against some of the best teams in the world. All was well, we even through it all actually became the best of friends. Until.... that one tragic night. That phone call I got on June 26th, 1996, my partner, my best friend, my brother had passed... Tag team wrestling to me since then has been irrelevant**

(The scene opens at a local bus stop in Las Vegas, Nevada. Tons of tourists pass by, stoppping to take pictures of the famous hotels and casinos and other Vegas gold mine. At the bus stop there's a few people sitting, or standing, waiting for the bus to arrive. One person in a Michael Myers costume. mask, jumpsuit and all. He's just sitting there, motionless, making no movement whatsoever. As the camera zooms in on him, he slowly removes the mask. Under the mask is none other than Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. His eyes are very heavy, low, red.... he's drunk!)

BHBE: Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Oh it's that time of the year where people get to be something, where people get to pretend to be something, or someone they're really not. That time of the year where the millions and millions of bastards go door to door begging for candy, from strangers! Something our parents had always told us NEVER TO DO. Me,and my brothers and sisters we stayed in the house with our parents, spending time together and watching family movies. We had class, we had morals, we were Canadian!

(Bruce pauses as an elderly white man approaches the stop and takes a seat next to him, staring in awe of Bruce)

BHBE: Booooooo!!!

(The old man jumps off the bench and quickly walks off)

BHBE: Not to my surprise, Sin City Wrestling is going to take part in this waste of a holiday. Climax Control. This Sunday. All matches are Halloween themed, and to top it off, it's taking place inside of a haunted house! Are you freaking kidding me? Seriously? Really? In my entire career I have NEVER been apart of such foolery. But, being the team player that I am, being the man that I am, I will be there, and I will do as they want me to do. So what is it they want me to do? They once again want me to partner up with Bo DreamWolf!

(Again pausing, Bruce reaches down to the ground beside him, and grabs a brown paper bag, taking a drink from a container in it, alcohol it seems)

BHBE: You guys really make me laugh. It was funny when you had us tagging last week. It was even funnier when we over came the odds and actually won that match, thanks to me, pinning the Roulette champion at the time to gain the "W". But now, now it's neither funny, or amusing to me. Tag team championship this time will be on the line. So there's a chance that me, and the man who I care about as much for as I do the gun on the bottom of my boots for could be tag team champions. You'd like that S.C.W. wouldn't you? It'd bump up your little ratings wouldn't it? I bet you do, and I bet you would! But hear me, and hear me real good... I've told you and Imma say it again, I'm tired of being your little whipping boy. Quit the crap! Seriously! It's getting out of hand now. I hate Bo. He hates me. All I asked for was a simple Hardcore match to end this between us once and for all. But what have you done? You've turned this into some kind of a game. I don't play games boys. So this Sunday at Climax Control. I'll once again play by your rules and tag with Bo. I'll once again help us get the win because he's obviously incapable of doing so, and we will become your new SCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!

(Another Las Vegas Strip bus passes up, Bruce throws the bottle in the brown bag at it)

BHBE: Our opponents? Two guys I could give a shit about. One who I think had an actual story line with a teddy bear!?! Another I've seriously NEVER head of. You guys make me laugh. No, really you do! Ya see I'm the type of guy, I don't too much pay attention to anyone else's bullshit in this company but mine, and believe me that's a lot on it's own! Gabriel... I sat and watched you run your mouth, with that little bitch of yours. I sat and watched you kiss Bo's ass. Ya talk about how I don't deserve to even be in the same ring as you, your partner, and Mr. Dreamwolf. Laugh my fucking ass off! I say this Gabriel. How about you watch some of the greatest matches in the history of this business. My Matches! Sit there, take notes, learn, and then you can tell me what you really feel. You obviously envy me. Just like every other sorry son of a bitch in this company. Yea, you have the right to sit there and talk all the bullshit you want about me or anyone else ya want for that matter. But here's the deal Gabriel. You're for the first time in your life dealing with a no non-sense, no bullshit taking, ass kicking, legend, ICON, FRANCHISE PLAYER, be careful what you say, because in the end, rookie, curtain jerking, green skilled nobody, it's me that'll be teaching you the lesson. It's me that'll be having my hand raised at the end of the match, and DAMMIT it's ME that'll be walking out of that haunted house this weekend with your tag team title draped around my beautiful waste!

(Bruce stands up from the bench, stumbles a bit, and quickly decides to sit back down. Laughing to himself, pointing and mumbling words at people passing by)

BHBE: Despayre, I honestly don't know you. I honestly don't care about you. All I know is... you're in my way. To be honest with you, I don't want the tag team championships. But at the same time I hate to lose a match. So hears the deal pal. Climax Control, stay out of the way. Because I'm warning ya now if ya get in my way I'll be like a train, I'll run ya down. I hate Bo, but this Sunday we're coming in as the challengers, and I GUARANTEE we're walking out as champions. Then, and then, High Stakes2, I'm going to kick my tag team champion partner's ass!!! Sin City Wrestling, I am BLAQUE HART BRUCE EVANS, and I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE!!

(Bruce continues to laugh hysterically to himself as the tourists continue to walk past him, the scene fades to black with an up close shot of the Michael Myers mask)

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Climax Control Archives / You bookers are funny, real FUNNY!
« on: October 12, 2012, 08:41:32 PM »
 (We open up inside the hotel room of Blaque Hart Bruce Evans in Reno, Nevada. A very nicely designed suite of some sort. Big screen televisions, king sized bed, stairs, hot tub etc... One of the televisions, the one Blaque and bodyguard Bruce are watching is showing footage of Blaque's match with Bo Dreamwolf from a few weeks ago at the last super show. Bruce and Chase sit their watching it with looks of disappointment on there face. Bruce is shaking his head in disgust. Bruce is wearing blue jeans, black boots, and a black USA is a dump shirt. Chase, the bodyguard is wearing a red and black vintage Blaque Hart shirt, black basketball shorts, and Jordan shoes. As the camera zooms in on the two, we pick up on their conversation)

BHBE: That lucky son of a bitch, he just barely got away with that win. Lucky, that's the only damn word I can use to describe that victory. Everyone knows, especially me, and Bo that win was a damn fluke. On his best day, and my worst day he could NEVER beat me EVER again!

(Bruce looks at Chase who's nodding his head in agreement)

Chase: Couldn't agree with you more boss. I saw that match with my own two eyes and I can honestly say it was bullshit. The world, the entire world knows that you can beat that man any day of the week, any place. Don't worry you'll get him next time boss, you know he accepted your Hardcore match challenge right!?!

(Bruce begins to laugh hysterically, but before he's about to speak again, there's a knock at the door. Chase gets up from his chair, and walks over to the door. Looks through the peep hole and answers. On the other side of the door is a very nerdy looking young looking white male. Brown slacks, black shoes, and a S.C.W. shirt, with glasses over his eyes)

Chase: Can I help you?!?

Man: Yes I'm an assistant with the S.C.W, I have a letter here for a Mr. Bruce Evans...

(The man hands Chase the letter, and stands there as if he's expecting a tip. Chase grabs it and slams the door on the man's face. He walks over to Bruce, takes a seat and hands Bruce the letter. Bruce opens up the letter, and his little grin quickly turns into a frown. He stands up, rips up the letter, and picks his chair up and slings it across the room. Knocking down a hanging picture)

BHBE: Are you kidding me? Are you friggin' kidding me? This has got to be a joke! This has got to be an EPISODE of "PUNKED" or something!

(Bruce begins to pick up things around the room and throw them around, Chase gets up and tries to restrain him)

Chase: Come on boss, what's the matter man?

BHBE: The smart sons of bitches in the front office are playing with me! They're messing with me big time! You know that match I sent out to Bo?

Chase: Ya

BHBE: I guess they think it's too big for Climax Control so they want it on a super show!

Chase: Yea... and... that's good right? More money right?

BHBE: Yea it's better money putting the match on a super show. But that's not what I'm mad about. I'm pissed because the bastards stuck me in a match this weekend at Climax Control in a tag match!

Chase: But you've done tag wrestling before boss...

BHBE: Yea, but not with a man I hate with every fiber of my being as my partner!

Chase: What? who boss!?!

BHBE: That bastard Bo Dreamwolf!!!

(Chase looks shocked)

Chase: What!?! You're kidding me boss. That has got to be a mis-print or and error or something!

(Bruce takes a deep sigh)

BHBE: Chase, I need a minute to myself please...

Chase: Ok boss, no problem. Take all the time you need. I'll catch up later.

(Chase walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. Bruce sits on the chair, hands over his head. He looks up, right into the camera, and with a serious expression on his face he begins to speak)

BHBE: Hear me out, and hear me out real good. Sin City Wrestling. Front office. You think this is funny? You think this is some kind of joke or something? How dare you take my hardcore match challenge, push it to the side, to a later date. That's fine with me, because everyone knows without be your super shows aren't worth watching. So I have no problem with that. As long as I get to have my match with Dreamwolf. My problem is you sticking me in a tag team match. Not just any tag team match but with Dreamwolf as my partner? Are you shitting me? Look here boys. You've been screwing around with me from day one. One year ago when I came to this company. I don't know, for the life of me can't figure out what your problem is with me. What is it boys? Huh? what's your beef with me? what have I done to you? I mean, I'm a legend, an Icon, THE FRANCHISE PLAYER! Yet you continue to dick me around like a nobody!

(Bruce pauses and takes a deep breath, grabs the remote and throws it at the t.v.)

BHBE: Ya know what, I'm really sick and tired of telling you how sick and tired I am of being treated like shit around here. I'm tired of it. Tired of letting yall push and bully me around! I've been saying for months now that enough is enough and I refuse to be your bitch anymore. I meant it! This weekend I'll work your sick little tag match with Bo as my partner. We'll tag up and beat up on Goth and Argento. if that's what you want to be done. I'll do it. I'll do it just to help with your ratings!

(Bruce pauses again, smiles and then rubs his fingers through his hair, untying the ponytail)

BHBE: After that, I get what I want. I get what I asked for. Bo Dreamwolf at the next super show. Hardcore match. The kind of match I became famous for early on in my career. Now look here Bo. Ya sit there and ya talk about how I couldn't beat ya in a pure wrestling match so I wanted this rubber match to be a Hardcore match. Wrong! Dead WRONG! I could beat you in a technical pure scientific match anytime and any place. Ya got lucky and we all know that. The reason I requested this hardcore match is because it's not going to be a wrestling match, it's going to be a fight! Anything goes! All weapons legal! No disqualifications, count out, nothing is illegal! I'm tired of playing around with you boy. I'm tired of wasting my time on you when I should be out there doing bigger and better things like winning titles. So this Sunday at Climax Control, enjoy tagging with the best. Without a doubt the biggest thing your sad little career has seen. Climax Control we tag, we work together and get the win because you know I hate losing. Play your part right and we will get that win!

(Bruce takes a brief pause)

BHBE: As for you Goth, and Argento. I admit I don't know either of you too well. I've seen you both in action. I admit, both very talented men. One even a Roulette Champion. Argento, you have a title that should have been mine.. A title I haven't let out of my sight. And believe me, when the time is right it will be around my waste. Sooner or later. As soon as the front office lets me get what I deserve. As for you Goth, ya FREAK! You're the kind of kid I would tease growing up, bully you around the school yard and beat the snot out of. But I've grown up since then. Now I just bully people in the ring. So here's the deal. This Sunday at Climax Control. you two get to be in the presence of a Legend. It's not going to be fun, but it'll be something you'll be able to tell your kids about. About how Blaque Hart Bruce Evans taught you some new things. New tricks, new moves. I'll see you boys in.... two days!!!

(As the scene fades, Blaque begins to laugh in his evil manner)

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Supercard Archives / Cry me a river!
« on: September 20, 2012, 06:47:50 PM »
 (The scene opens inside of the hotel suite of Blaque Hart Bruce Evans in Tokyo, Japan. Bruce can be seen laying back in a recliner reading the newspaper and smoking a cigarette. He's wearing black basketball shorts, a white and red "Blame America" shirt, and black nike slippers. His hair as most times tied back in a ponytail. He thumbs through the newspaper as he reaches down and puts out the cigarette in the ashtray on the floor next to the recliner. He then reaches to the end table beside him, grabs a bottle of water and takes a quick sip. He begins to laugh at something he's reading in the paper, as he, with a serious look on his face looks directly into the camera and begins to speak)

BHBE: Bo, Bo, Bo.... or should I call you Mr. Dreamwolf? Once again you're showing the world your true colors. You're crying, bitching, complaining, being the typical American that you are. I'm not surprised. Not a bit, not for a minute. In the long time that I've been in this industry I've come to know that NOBODY cries and bitches and complains as much as an American!

(A knock at the suite cuts off Bruce. His facial expression turns from serious to pissed as he stands up, and walks towards the door. As he approaches the door he looks through the peep hole, smiles, and pulls on the knob. A waiter from one of the many fine eating establishments is on the other side of the door, A very young looking Japanese guy)

Waiter: Ummmm... Mr. Evans, I have your order sir...

(Bruce looks at the guy, smiles, and reaches for the food. The food is on a platter. A thick steak, baked potato, salad, mixed vegetables, cheesecake, ice cream, a bottle of beer, and a milk shake. Bruce looks like a kid in the candy store, or a man who's just hit the lottery. As he places the platter on the table next to the recliner)

BHBE: Thank you... Everything looks wonderful.

Waiter: You're welcome sir. You know, it's not mandatory but a tip is always appreciated...

(Bruce looks at the waiter and smiles, then chuckles, then reaches into his basketball shorts and grabs out some paper. As the camera zooms in on the paper, it's revealed as an autographed Blaque Hart photo. He chuckles a bit more and hands it to the man)

BHBE: There you go. Best tip you will ever receive in your career. Always bet on Bruce Evans. Always!

(The man grabs the photo, shakes his head, and walks off, while mouthing some insults under his voice. Bruce slams the door behind him and walks over to the recliner. He looks over to the food on the table next to him, and rubs his hands together in anxious excitement)

BHBE: So, back to what I was saying. Bo Dreamwolf. The typical American crybaby. I've sat back and watched you complain about everything. About how I had to cheat to beat you. About how I can't be considered a "wrestler", about how you could have beaten me at anytime. Well, I think you've been sipping on something real strong. Or maybe it's all that filthy air you breath out there in the states. I don't know what it is but something has got into you and has you very delusional. It has you thinking that you're better than you actually are....

(Evans pauses, reaches over to the platter and grabs the bottle of beer. He opens the top, and takes a long sip)

BHBE: Ya see Dreamwolf. Here's what you don't understand about me. I'm not your everyday opponent. You of all people should know that by now. You should know that I am not nor will I EVER be a stepping stone for you or anyone else! I have been in this business for a very long time. I've faced some of the best this business has to offer. Won some big ones, and lost some big ones. But what you have to understand is that I am not, have never, and will NEVER let anyone walk over me. If you think "feuding" with me is going to be your way to finally make it to the top, to become somebody, to make a big name for yourself, my friend, my poor little American friend you are so sadly mistaking!

(As Bruce sits the bottle of beer down, he reaches over and grabs the thick cut of steak. Taking a knife and fork, he cuts up a massive piece, and devours it rather quickly)

BHBE: Since I came back to this company I have been on a hot streak. Rather anyone of you want to admit it or not, I have been the it factor in this promotion. Sure I still haven't won a title around here, sure I still haven't gotten the attention that I deserve, but by golly I have been the top of the top since my return. The problem is people like you Bo, ya like to look at my age and laugh it off. Ya figure hey it's just Bruce I can take him. Don't let my age fool you. I will wrestle circles around you, and everyone else around here.

(Again pausing, Bruce takes another huge piece of the steak)

BHBE: Violent Conduct. It's approaching real quick. This Sunday, it's finally going to be time for you, and me as a matter of fact to put up or shut up. Dreamwolf, all this crying and bitching you're being doing the past few weeks, it's time for you more importantly to prove what you've been spewing out of that ugly mouth of your's. Ya see while you're spending your time out here shopping like some house wife, taking herbs, and all your other foolishness. I am out here working out, getting stronger, getting smarter, getting better than I have ever been in my entire career. This Sunday, two referees, no cheating, Scientific match it will be mono y mono. Legend versus wanna be. icon versus prick. Franchise player versus curtain jerk. Bo Dreamwolf, enough is enough, you asked for this match and I can guarantee you right now you will live to regret it for the rest of your worthless life. You've picked a fight, hell a WAR with the wrong damn man and this Sunday I am going to make sure I turn your little life into pure misery! I am Bruce F'N Evans. I am not your little toy, I am not a joke, I've warned you all, I am not here to play games. I am here to win. I am here to gain that world title. I am here to continue my legacy as the greatest man to EVER lace up a pair of boots!

(Bruce pauses, looks around the room with an arrogant grin on his face, and then continues, as he slips out of his slippers)

BHBE: Bo Dreamwolf, just remember that anything you can do, I can do better. This Sunday you're in my way to gaining that world title belt that has eluded me since day one, and like a train punk, it's time to run you down. Nick Jones, I'll be watching your match really, really close. I'll see all the things you do. The impressive moves you perform, and all the mistakes you'll make. I'll be taking notes. If you will walk out of Violent conduct as world champion still remains to be seen. Bottom line is this, IT DOESN'T MATTER. ya see rather it's you, or Mr. Spike Staggs who's left as our world champion, I'm coming for ya. I've just given you fair warning, BLAQUE HART BRUCE EVANS is here, here to stay, and here to prove to everyone in that office, the dressing room, and around the world, I AM THE BEST WRESTLER IN THIS BUSINESS!

(As the camera pans away from Bruce we can see Bruce going for the platter of food, drinks, and desserts. As we fade out, a "BLAME AMERICA" logo flashes across the screen)  

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Supercard Archives / Tokyo, I'm HERE!
« on: September 14, 2012, 05:03:47 PM »
 (The camera pans around outside of a very expensive looking hotel in downtown Tokyo, Japan. On the streets outside of the hotel we can see very expensive cars pulling into valet, people walking the streets amongst a huge population, and alot of loud noises and activity. As we zoom in closer to the valet parking of the hotel, an all black Dodge Charger, with red lining pulls in and the car comes to an abrupt stop. After a few seconds pass, the driver door pops open, and out steps Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. Dressed in black slacks, a red dress shirt, and black and red nikes, hair tied back in a ponytail, and shades covering his eyes. He steps out, closes the door behind him, and walks to the back to get to the trunk. He opens the trunk, and pulls out two bags of luggage and slams the trunk back. He stands there with his luggage as the valet driver approaches him, The driver a very thin Japanese male, in uniform consisting of black shorts and shoes, and a green shirt with the hotel's logo across it. He nervously approaches Bruce)

Valet: Good afternoon sir, and welcome. Can I have the keys please...

(Blaque, with a smirk on his face looks him up and down, as he slowly hands him the keys, but holds on to the mans hand)

BHBE: Would you also like my autograph!?!

(The man, still with that nervous expression on his face, forces out a little laugh)

Valet: Ummmm.... do you think you can get me Bo Dreamwolf's autotograph too!?!

(Bruce's facial expression quickly changes from that of a cocky smirk, to an instant frown as he grips harded to the mans hand, the expression on the mans face is now of pain)

BHBE: You look here, what are you making here? 8.00 and hour? Do you know who the hell I am boy? Do you know what the hell I have accomplished? Do you know how honored you little people out here should be that I would even grace you with my presence? You're a very funny little guy you know that right? You want Bo's autograph? I'll tell you what. You can get his autograph while he's layed up in one of your hospital beds after I am done giving him the beating of his life. Now park my damn car you stupid son of a bitch!

(Bruce finally lets go of the tight grip on the valet's hand, as he giggles and walks off. In the back the valet is seen shaking his hand as he walks towards Evans' car to park it. Bruce with his two bags of luggage heads for the main entrance of the hotel. As he enters the hotel, he removes his shades and heads over to the front desk for check in. At the time there is no line and he steps up right to the counter. The employee is a young asian woman, very pretty)

BHBE: Room for Mr. Bruce Evans please...

(The lady smiles, looks at the computer, pressing a few buttons)

Employee: Okay Mr. Evans. Thank you for choosing us, I hope you enjoy your stay, and here are your keys...

(She reaches behind her and grabs a couple of room keys, handing them to Bruce with a smile on her face)

Employee: You know, I know this will come off as strange, but I think I remember you.... Weren't you on tour here in the later 90's, I think my dad was with you then...

(The girls got the look of a high school girl with a crush on her face, as Bruce smiles)

BHBE: Who's your dad sweetheart?

Employee:Matsuie Anoki...

(Bruce's face lights up)

BhBE: We'll I'll be a monkey's uncle. Little Suirye, my damn it's nice to see you...

Employee: Oh my gosh, I know right. It's been forever it seems. My dad tells me stories of you and him working here all the time. I can vividly remember as a little girl coming to see your matches. If it's not too much can I please have your autograph?

(Blaque stands there quietly for a moment)

BHBE: Sorry sweety, I don't do autographs, but tell your dad I said hi. You take care now ya hear?

(The lady stands there in disappointment as Blaque takes the keys, his two bags of luggage, and walks towards the elevators. In the background, the hotel seems to be at a capacity. As tons of people are crowding, struggling to get to their destinations. As Blaque reaches the elevator, he hitts the button and stands there. As the camera zooms in and he begins to speak)

BHBE: So, Bo Dreamwolf. You're getting what you asked for. A wise man once said to be careful what you wish for. That statement could not be more true than it is right now. You see Bo, I beat you. Unlike me, you couldn't take it like a man. Unlike me you could not just take the loss and move on. Hit the gym to better yourself, work on you. Instead you had to go to the boys in charge, and bitch and cry, and complain, about how I beat you. Cry about how I handed you your ass that night...

(The elevator doors finally open, and Bruce with his luggage finally enter. Suprisingly there's just one elderly white woman on it. Bruce pushes his floor number, and the doors shut)

Woman: Hi young man, how are you today?

(Bruce giggles)

BHBE:(under his breath) Old people, funniest shit ever! Now now grandma!

(The old woman looks appauled, as Bruce chuckles and continues to talk)

BHBE: So we are here in Tokyo, Japan. A place that's all too familiar to me. Ya see, back in the days I worked here plenty times. Beating some of the best in this business. Also losing to some of the best in this business. You see Bo, unlike you, I can admit when I am beat. I won't bitch about it. I will give props to the victor. Because that's just the kind of man I am. You won't see me running to the office like some grade school punk. That's what you did. It pisses me off that you couldn't come to me like a man and simply ask for a rematch.

(The elevator reaches a stop, and the old woman gives Bruce a dirty look as she exits, Bruce just laughs at her, as the doors close again)

BHBE: Scientific rules match. Did you think this was brand new to me Bo? Did you forget who the hell I am? Who the hell you're dealing with? I specialized in these matches in the 90's punk. So at Violent Conduct, the story wont change. I will still dominate in this match. I won't need to pull your hair, choke you, slap you, spit on you, none of that B.S. It's real simple, I give you a lesson in technical wrestling, I show you how it's supposed to be done, and in front of all of those ugly Japanese people in the audience I again will show the world that I am simply the better man. When the two, not one but two officials count you down for that 1-2-3...

(The elevator stops again, as a young Japanese couple get on)

BHBE: Mr. Dreamwolf, I understand how you're feeling right now. You know that working with me will be your only way to stardom... to the top... to even be recognized. Sure son you're a former Roullette Champion. Sure you've beaten some worthy names, but where you fail is that you just cant seem to get past me. You say I'm holding you back, and stopping you from advancing in this company. No Bo, you're stopping yourself...

(The young coupld stares at Bruce as if he's crazy)

BHBE: What the hell you looking at!?!

(The couple quickly exit in panic as the elevator stops)

BHBE: At Violent Conduct, it will be just that. Sure I can't win by bashing you over the head with a chair, or putting you through a table, or even putting you on fire or thumbtacks. But what I will do is return to my roots. Technical wrestling. Because pound for pound I am still, to this day the best damn man at it in this business hands down. I'll teach you a few tricks. Hell, I might pin you, or I may just lock in one of my many submissions and make ya tap. Im not sure what I'm going to do yet. Just know this Bo, I'm not the one in your way, you are clearly in my way, because what I have in sight is that World Championship!!!

(Bruce pauses, a look of impatience grows on his face as he waits for his floor to apparoach, he's obviously staying in the high rises)

BHBE: Which brings me to you Nick Jones. 2 time. First ever 2 time world champion. You're looking real pretty with that belt around your waist. Real pretty aren't you? I applaud you. For you have accomplished what I have not yet been able to accomplish yet in this company. That is winning the most prized title. Not once, but twice. You got my recpect as a wrestler. But as a person I still and forever will hate your guts. Hold on to that title real tight. Sleep with it if ya have to. Because I promise you Nick, and I promise everyone else in Sin City Wrestling. Soon, and real soon. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans will be taking that world championship title back to Canada!

(The evelevator stops again, finally reaching Blaque's floor. He grabs his luggage and steps out as a huge group of business man eneter. He begins to walk down the halls towards to room)

BHBELL Finally!!!!

(As we fade out Bruce slides the key into the door and is talking to himself and laughing, as people passing by glare at him in fear, confusion, and whatever else)

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Climax Control Archives / Bo, Bo, Bo....
« on: August 31, 2012, 03:46:37 PM »
 (The scene opens inside Blaque Hart Bruce Evans' vacation home inside of Calgary Alberta Canada. The camera pans around showing us the scenary: the fountains, perfectly trimmed grass and bushes, the many cars in the drive way and open garage, etc... There's a few hispanic men outside working on the garden sweating and working hard it appears. We are then taken inside the house with views of the fancy furniture, tvs, and other expensive gadgets. Finally we reach the upstairs office of Bruce Evans. bruce can be seen relaxed in the chair behind the desk with his hands behind his head with a smart ass cocky smirk on his face and his feet kicked up on top of the desk top. Sitting across from Bruce is his long time friend and bodyguard the jacked up Chase Coxx. Chase is decked out in a black and red Blaque Hart t-shirt, blue jeans, black jordans, and his hair perfectly spiked as always, with his usual tan. Bruce is wearing a Canadian Hitmen hockey jersey which is black and red, black jeans, and black boots with his hair tied back in a ponytail. As we zoom in on the two men, Bruce, after taking a sip from a water bottle on the desk looks into the camera and begins to speak)

BHBE: So I see that Sin City Wrestling has done it again! Again they have put me in a match with someone who doesn't even deserve to be in the same ring as me. Bo Dreamwolf!

(Bruce pauses as he looks over at Chase and the two begin to chuckle. Bruce grabs a remote from the desk and aims it at the television directly across from him on the wall and pushes a button which turns the television on, on the screen is a match of Dreamwolf winning the Roulette title in March)

BHBE: Pretty impressive Bo.... Pretty damn impressive. The only problem I have with that win right there is that you beat a nobody. You beat Lucian Frost. A man to me that in my book is simply a curtain jerker. Sure the man was the first ever Roulette champion, but come on, he's obviously in good with the front office. I think his title reign was a joke, a fluke, a hand me down from the boys in the office. I could beat Lucian if given another chance anytime, and any damn place...

(Bruce aims the remote towards the television shutting it off)

BHBE: So Mr. Dreamwolf.... Here we go. You know me and I know you. We're no strangers. We've tangled in that ring before. So you by now should know that I am no push over. You by now should know that I am what I say I am. I am the Legend, The Icon, the face of this business as I always say. Now don't get me wrong Bo, I give due where it's necessary, and you my friend, you're no fluke to me. I've seen every match you've been in since you came to this company. I've been in the ring with you before. I know what you're capable of. You're a tough son of a bitch. You're no cake walk and that's for sure. For that I respect you Bo. What I don't like, as a matter of fact what I HATE about you is the face that you think you have to, no you think you need to cater to those pieces of crap sitting out in the crowd night in and night out...

(Bruce pauses as he and Chase talk amongst themselves very quietly, as to not have the camera pick up what's being said)

BHBE: You're the perfect examply of what I hate about every American wrestler. You feel like you have to kiss ass. You feel like when you come out to the ring you have to tag hands with the audience, you have to be the babyface so to speak. All my career I've never given a damn about any of those people. As far as I'm concerned they're just here to make my paychecks bigger, that's all that matter to me. I don't need to smile and take pictures with them, I don't need to hear them chanting my name and cheering for me, and I damn sure dont need to tag their dirty American hands on my way to the ring. All that matters night after night is that I get out there and do my job, and that my friend is to win. Win! Win! Make people around here famous. Make people around here a house hold name such as myself. The one and only Blaque hart Bruce Evans!

(Again pausing, Bruce looks over to Chase)

BHBE: Ok you can take off now, I'll see you Sunday pal...

(Bruce and Chase shake hands as Chase stands up and walks out of the office)

BHBE: So this Sunday. Climax Control. Bo Dreamwolf gets to feel once again what its like to be in the same ring with real talent. Not a Lucian Frost. Haha. Hey Bo, while you're out there trying to show off and impress the idiots in the crowd, I'll be more focused on kicking your ass, and moving that much closer to the title shot that I deserve. The shot I should've been given long ago. Ya know I've been in this company for almost a year now. Still haven't gotten the respect I deserve. Still haven't gotten the title shots I deserve. But you know what? That's okay. Because as I've been proving since I came back a couple months ago. I'm simply beating the respect out of any, and everyone in my path. Leaving no one out. This Sunday it just so happens to be you Bo. Sorry to piss you and your crappy tribe off but you're blocking me from rising to the top where I should have been since I got here. Sunday at Climax, it's me and you. One on one. It won't be like the last time we met where we had other punks in the ring. It's time for you to prove that you can beat me one on one. Man to Man. Icon.... to.... you... Mr. Dreamwolf, I'll see you Sunday Night punk!

(Bruce pauses again taking a sip of water)

BHBE: Which brings me to my last point of my agenda. Nick Jones. Congradulations. Congradulations on once again becoming the World Champion of Sin City Wrestling. You're truly, all jokes aside the best champion this company has ever seen. I'm far from an ass kisser as everyone knows. But like I said earlier I will give credit where it's due. Kudos. Nick Jones you've proven since day one that you're a real champion. That you deserve to be champion, and what's best about you is you're a fighting champion.That's what I respect about you. Bottom line is this Jones. We've met a few times. You've beat me. You've even beat me in a title match successfully defending the world title against me...

(Bruce again turns on the TV to show the title match in which he lost to Nick Jones, a look of disappointment crosses his face)

BHBE: That night changed my entire life Nick. Ya see when I failed to beat you and become champion of this company, I went home. I admit it. I tucked my tail and I went home for a couple of months. I had to regroup. I had to find myself, question myself. Over that time I asked myself was that all for me. Was it time for me to step away and let the youngsters run this industry. No! No! No! It made me stronger. It made me hungrier! It made me realize that I only get better with age. That was your night. You beat you. That night you were the better man. But Nick Jones, I'm still here. I'm still breathing, and I am better than EVER! So I don't care what I have to do, who I have to go through, I will, and I guarantee you this Nick I will get ya. I will NOT let you walk around here with my belt around your waist for as long as you did with your last reign. We all know that belt belongs to me. And sooner than later it will be right here with Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!!!

(As he again pauses the camera pans around the office before Bruce, with a very determined and serious expression on his face continues to talk)

BHBE: Bo Dreamwolf, this Sunday At Climax Control I start with you. Nick Jones, I will finish with you!!!

(The scene fades as Bruce rubs his hands toghter with an arrogant grin on his face)

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Supercard Archives / Roulette is my favorite game!
« on: July 31, 2012, 01:24:51 PM »
 (The scene opens on a beach in Miami Florida. The camera pans around showing all the surrounding activities abroad. Frisbee throwing with a man and his dog. A woman in skimpy shorts and a bra running while listening to her music. Several people surfing or simply just laying in the sun on this beautiful warm day in Miami. There isn't too many people though as it appears to be rather early, maybe just a little after 10:00 a.m. As the camera continues to pan around we encounter Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. Sitting on a stool at the bar drinking some exotic looking drink and talking on his cell phone. Blaque is wearing brown shorts, a black and red "BLAME AMERICA" shirt, his hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a fancy pair of stunner shades over his eyes. As we zoom in, we pick up part of his conversation over the phone)

BHBE: So... basically I guess this is my reward or something (laughs) after all my "hard work" I've done to make that company look better. But hey look eh. I gotta run, I'll call you when I get back to the room... O.k... Bye...

(Blaque presses the end button on the phone, and sits it on the bar in front of him. He takes a sip from the drink, whatever it is, looks around at the surrounding activities, including some man who's obviously had to much to drink ALREADY, and then looks directly into the camera to speak)

BHBE: So August 12th is the big day huh? The day where the Sin City Wrestling changes forever! The day when FINALLY! After a long while in this company I get what I deserve. Something I have been aiming at since day one. A friggin' title wrapped around my waist!

(Pausing to finish off the drink)

BHBE: Summer X Treme! On the open seas, literally! That's something new! Something NEVER before done in this business. Hell, probably won't EVER be done again. I guess Sin City is pulling out all the stops. Trying to prove to the competition that this is the place to be. Well I'll tell you this boys. It's not where you hold your shows, how beautiful the surrounding is, and how many matches you have. It's about who you have on that roster that makes you the best promotion in the world, and what you've got. You've got me! The damn ICON of this sport. The damn legend that still makes the younger guys shake in nerves just at the very sight of me. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. The man that can draw bigger than anyone in this industry. Dammit the man that takes young green talent and makes them look good with their fifteen minutes of fame when they step inside that ring with me!

(The bartender, a pretty well built while male, buzz cut, shades, and no shirt approaches Bruce from behind the bar)

Bartender: Excuse me sir, did I hear you say you're Bruce Evans!?!

(Bruce sits there and lets out a chuckle, as the bartender has this very thrilled and excited expression covering his face)

BHBE: You heard right, what can I do for you youngster?

Bartender: Well.... I know you're probably here enjoying your retirement sir. But, I remember watching you when I was just a little boy, and I was wondering.... if it's no trouble you know..... could you call my grandpa? He'd be so excited to hear from someone from his time as a fan!!!

(As the bartender stands their with the look of a kid as Disneyland, a quick and sudden frown runs across Bruce's face. He removes his shades. sits then down on the bar, and stands up. Picks up his phone, and stares down the bartender, who's look has quickly changed to fear. Bruce hands the guy the phone)

BHBE: I'll do you one better chief. Here, take my phone. (hands the bartender the phone, as again the bartender's expression is excitement) And dial the nearest hospital, and reserve a bed because that's where you'll be staying tonight!

(The man begins to tremble a bit, and storms off very fast leaving the phone on the bar in front of Bruce. Evans sits back down, looks around in dis belief and shakes his head. He places the shades back over his eyes, and continues to speak)

BHBE: I guess people still think it's funny! Haha real damn funny! I know someone in Sin City put that son of a bitch up to that. Very funny! Did you get your kicks out of that? Ya know what, I'm not impressed, not at all. It's old, it's played out, it ain't funny boys. Yea I know I got a lot of you by years, yea I know the joke running around backstage is lets get Bruce a walker for his birthday! Original, real original. What you also fail to see is that with my age comes wisdom. Knowledge, ability, skills, something that you all would like to rub off on you so that one day you too, can be a legend in that ring! I've been doing this for a long time. I admit I've had some very hard matches, but I've always over come and prevailed with my hand being raised at the end. After all is said and done, the joke will be on each and every one of you that thinks I'm past my prime, that I'm too old, that I can't hang with the young boys anymore. Because August 12th, I am going to beat not one, but FIVE other men in one night!

(Bruce again pauses and whistles towards the bartender, a different bartender. A beautiful blonde female. Wearing a white tank top with red booty shorts. She walks over to Bruce, with an expression of fear on her face, obviously just been told by the male bartender what happened seconds ago)

Female: Yes sir, what can I get you today?

(Bruce just sits there and smiles at her for a few seconds)

BHBE: Pretty lady, I don't want you to get me anything. All I want is for you to come around here and sit on my lap!

(The female has a disgusted and upset look on her face now as Bruce just sits there laughing. She walks closer to Bruce, as the laughing stops. She has a seductive look on her face as she reaches over, and asks for his hand. Bruce looks more than excited, like a kid in a candy store, as he stands up, now hand in hand with the beautiful bartender)

Female: Is that what you want? Mmmm O.K.  

(She leans in closer, as if she's about to kiss Bruce, and lands a big right hand slap across his face, knocking the shades right off, and storms off! Bruce stands there in shock as the surrounding patrons look on... Some even laughing, others just in shock. Bruce takes his phone, and storms off away from the bar! As the camera follows him, he finds a nice vacated spot on the sands, and sits there)

BHBE: That is the very reason I don't deal with the ugly women of America! Bitch! Anyways back to that match Sunday August 12th. Battle Royal, for the Roulette Championship. Six man will enter, but only One man can be left in victory. Now I would be lying if I said this would be a cake walk for me. I would be lying if I told you I was going to very easily destroy these other five men. Truth be told it's going to be a very hard challenge. We got the Champion Aleksei Koji, then there's Casey Williams. A man I'm no stranger to. Matthew Kennedy, a man who craves that spotlight and thinks he's "Prime time". Lucian Frost, a man I've wrestled before, and finally Chett the Hangman Hawkins.... All excellent competitors. All men who no doubt can be champion of any company at any time. But most importantly all men who crave that spotlight, and how do they want it? They want it by getting their fame by being in the same ring as me!

(Bruce pauses and looks around, as what appears to be a text alert from his cell goes off. He looks at it and just puts it down)

BHBE: Aleksei Koji... I admit I don't know much about you. Yea I've seen you compete before, and as a man I'll admit you got some skills. Hell if you didn't you wouldn't be Roulette Champ right? Anyways, here's the deal.... boy. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. And no hard feelings, but at Summer X Treme I'll be the one taking that title from around your waist. I'll be the one that has you in shock at just how amazing I am. How everything I touch turns to gold, how you thought you were great until you met greatness! So a word of advice, take that title belt. Clean it up real good. Take it out to dinner and a movie. Sleep with it, shower with it. Hell make love to it if ya want.... naw don't do that! I don't want your kids all over my title! But look here boy, the bottom line is this... You got what I want. You got what should have been mine a long time ago. You've got something that has eluded me for way too long. But I guess, you're going to be the last one holding my title for me until I was good and ready for it to come home. Home in Canada. Home in my office adding to the long list of titles I have won throughout my one of a kind, once in a lifetime career. So for that Koji, I say thanks. But August 12th, I'll be taking that with me!

(Bruce picks up his phone, and appears to be responding to the text)

BHBE: From New Hampshire..... CASEY WILLIAMS!!! (chuckle) Hey Casey, remember me? Remember crossing my path? Remember pissing me off? Remember stepping in that ring with the greatest and getting fame from it? Tell the truth Casey. Had it not being for me putting your ass over you wouldn't be nearly as important as they build you up to be.... Look Casey, you know what I'm all about. What I'm capable of. So I am going to give you a very golden opportunity. One you can't resist. Bow out! Just go! Just leave! Don't humiliate yourself by trying to go toe to toe with the Icon. Drop out of the match while there's still a chance. I don't know, fake an injury or something, tell them your grandma's dying! Make up something. Just don't show up August 12th at Summer X Treme... and if you do, if by some dead cell in that head of yours encourages you to show up, then I'll simply have to finish what should have been finished last time we came across each other. I'll put you out of commission, FOR GOOD!

(A couple of joggers pass in front of Bruce as he pauses, running his fingers through the sand)

BHBE: Matthew Kennedy. Another man I am no stranger to. A lot of talent in that ring no doubt, but the way I see it, just another man in my way. Matthew, the one thing I must admit I admire about you... You're not an American. You don't suck up and kiss the fans asses like the other boys running around that company. What I hate about you, you're not a Canadian. So with that being said, you're nothing at all to me. Some punk from England who probably sits around sipping tea and watching Benny Hill or something. It's about time for you to step your game up buddy. Once again you too will get your little moment in the spotlight when you rub elbows with the best in the game today. Me! It'll be fun for you while it last. Maybe after you can tell your tea sipping, fag smoking friends how you got to meet, and then get your ass kicked by Blaque Hart himself!

(Blaque stretches out a little)

BHBE: Lucian Frost. A man I've wrestled before. He got his fame, and he clearly wants more. I know, I get that all the time. A baby face.... If there's one thing I hate more than anything in the world, it's them. Always slapping hands with the fans. Signing autographs, making those assholes happy. Lucian, I do it for nobody other than myself. I could care less what those sons of bitches think about me. I simply get out there, impress the hell out of the world, and entertain.... But not for the fans, for me, to add on to my legacy, and most of all to make that money. Yea I know if it wasn't for those idiots there'd be no Sin City Wrestling. But without me, there would be no wrestling! Look here Lucian. You don't impress me much. You didn't in the past, you still don''t now, and I'm sure you never will. If you asked me I think the boys in the office might have been smoking that strong stuff when they even mentioned you in the same sentence as me. Nevertheless they think you deserve to be in the same ring with me. So here's what we're going to do. You're going to step through those ropes, I'm going to give you another lesson, and you're going to go back home and simply wonder how did I do it!

(Bruce's text alert goes off again, he simply ignores it)

BHBE: Ok we're almost done here. Chett Hawkins. From what's got to be the biggest waste of space EVER... Texas! Hey Chett. Wouldn't you rather be out drinking beer, in a bar fight somewhere, I don't know maybe hunting deer or something? Do you really think it's wise for you to want to be in that ring with me. Yea I know you're one of many who are in complete awe of me. You watch my tapes and sit there with that dumb look on your face like "By golly, how'd he do that!?!" Hangman.... why do they call you that anyways? I've always wondered there. I went through many sleepless nights trying to figure out why they call you that... NOT!!! Look here you dart throwing, country music writing, incest approving redneck. I ain't gonna make it easy for you August 12th. You've got to pay your dues just like the next man in line. Earn what you get in this business. That's one of the many lessons I'll be teaching that day. So line up, so I can move you out of the way with the rest!

(Again pausing, and responding to the text Bruce looks around as he unties his ponytail, allowing his hair to blow in the breeze)

BHBE: And finally ladies and gentlemen we have in this match Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!!! The man, the myth, and the LEGEND himself! That Roulette Title is finally going to be mine after Summer X Treme. As I said I don't care if it's in the open sea, if it's on top of a mountain, hell I wouldn't care if it were in Bin Laden's cave. Doesn't matter one way or the other to be. In this business you get out what you put in. For years, I've put in more than any other man EVER. But because of the discrimination, the jealousy, the hatred.... I haven't always gotten back. There's a lot of the boys in the back with the "wish" factor. Wishing they were half as talented and respected around the world as I am. You gotta earn it boys. This didn't happen over night. It took me years upon years of kicking ass and taking names, night after damn night! Now that I'm in my older years, nothings changed. Only the fact that I believe I am more hungry than ever. Now I have more to prove. Now I have to show the world that age is just a number, and I am only getting better with it. I warned you all, all of you bastards from the front office all the way down to the ring crew when I came back. I am not here to be messed with. I am serious! I want the belt! What I want, I will get, and that's a guarantee. Sunday August 12th, I make my official return back to Iconic, Legendary, Once in a Lifetime status....

(Bruce picks up his phone and dials a number as the camera pans out. Again showing the various activities going on around Bruce as we finally pan out and fade to black)

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Climax Control Archives / Wrestling's Bad Boy!?!
« on: July 20, 2012, 04:55:31 PM »
 (The scene opens up inside the home office of Blaque Hart Bruce Evans inside of Calgary Alberta Canada. We pan around getting different views of the office. Such as the many plaques and trophies upon the walls and shelves. As we zoom in on Bruce Evans he is layed back in his chair to the desk watching old S.C.W. footage. He's wearing black basketball shorts, a red BLAME AMERICA shirt and nike sandals with his hair pulled back in a ponytail. As the camera zooms in to get a glimpse of what he's watching, we can see that it's a match involving Wrestling's Bad Boy Matt Barnes. Bruce is laughing and shaking his head in disgust. He grabs a bottled water and takes a sip from it, then with a cocky grin on his face he looks directly into the camera and begins to speak)

BHBE: Are you kidding me? Seriously are you friggin' kidding me!?! This is who I have to face? This is the man that I will step into my ring with this Sunday at Climax Control? This kid right here? This punk right here? This good for nothing son of a bitch?

(Pausing and taking another sip of water, Bruce grabs the remote to the tv, and shuts it off)

BHBE: I mean come on now, really? This guy right here gets to get in the ring with greatness! With an ICON! A LEGEND! Does he know the importance of this match? Does he know that this is the only match in his entire career that really matters? Does he know who he's dealing with here? Now I know the boys up in the front office of Sin City Wrestling has it in for me. I know they dont like me. I know they don't like the way I speak my mind. The way I tell it how it really is. They hate the fact that I am on to their ways of how things work around here. I refuse to sit back and not say what I feel, and that is why they continue to hold me down. You know, I think they feel like Im a threat to the younger talent around here. They figure that they will hear me speak my mind and they will be currupted. Well ya know what boys, maybe they will, just maybe they will...

(Again Bruce pauses, looking over some paper work on his desk)

BHBE: So Matt Barnes is what you deal me this time? It's as if I'm in a game of 21 and you deal me a two and a three! It's worth nothing! It's going to take alot to get to that 21! You guys are feeding me the most irrelevant, curtain jerkers you can find back there, and you think it's funny dont ya? Well it's not. I've told you time and time again that I am sick and damn tired of being treated like crap around here. I am sick and damn tired of being held back because I am a Canadian! I am sick and damn tired of not being able to show my true potential as the Icon and Legend and Main Event that I am. But if you want me to continue to try and put over these "wrestlers" that you probably found and scouted through youtube, then dammit I guess I will!

(Bruce takes a deep breath, grabs the tv remote and flips it back on. More footage of Matt Barnes is being shown. Bruce continues to shake his head)

BHBE: Matt Barnes. Kid. I'll tell you this much. I don't know you. I mean I've seen you backstage a couple of times when you approached me asking for my autograph. Asking me to train you so you would become a better performer. Asking me if you could whipe the sweat off my face and if you could carry my bags to my car. But other than that I don't know you. As far as I am concerned you're some little boy trying to be a man. Trying to be a man in a business where if you ain't got what it takes, your ass is tossed in a matter of minutes. Well Matt. This Sunday when I arrive to that arena I will do you a favor. No I'm not going to lay there and let you pin me to advance your career. No I'm not going out there to put you over as the next big thing in this company, or this industry. I will though grant your wishes. I will let you whipe the sweat, what little of it there will be after I quickly beat you. Yes I will sign an autograph for you, and yes Matt yes I will let you carry my bags back to my car!

(With a grin on his face Bruce continues to watch footage of Matt Barnes)

BHBE: Matt. I know what an honor this must be for you. I know growing up you watched and idolized me and everything I ever did. You sat there in your little ran down home and dreamed and fantasized about what it would be like to one day be anything close to me. It's adorable. It really is. But didn't your mommy ever tell you that dreams don't always come true? I ain't Walt Disney and I ain't about to let you play. I am Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. The last ICON left in this industry. The only Legend in this company. The only one that even matters around here anymore. I'm sorry that it had to be you that they want me to face in my ring this weekend, but that's the way the ball rolls. Don't take it personal when we get out there and I make a fool out of you. Don't take it personal when we get in my ring and I give the world a training lesson in how you are really supposed to work that ring. Don't take it personal when after all is said and done that referee will be holding my hand high in victory. I mean after all, it's just the way I do things. It's how I roll. It's why I have all these plaques and all these trophies, and all these awards you see right here before you...

(Bruce turns the television back off as the camera pans around showing all the awards, plaques and trophies. Bruce unties his ponytail and with a serious look on his face continues)

BHBE: Sin City Wrestling. All of you. Each and everyone on the roster. In the back. In the office I don't give a damn. I am seriously talking to EVERYONE employed by this company. The time for games is over! No more being this nice legend you want me to be. No more putting the "younger talent" over to make you all look better. Yea I'm older then alot on the roster but I am done playing your cat and dog games. Starting this Sunday at Climax Control, starting with poor little Matt Barnes, the real and original Bruce Evans returns. I am going to make an example of you Matt. An example that the entire world will see. It's showtime boys, and me, I, Bruce Evans, I am in that lead role once again. Because I came back to this business for one thing and one thing only, and that my friends is that WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! So take notes. Pay close attention. I am heading back down that road to glory. Back to where I belong. Back to where I should have never been taken away from. I don't care who you all think are the big shots around here. The main eventers. The number one contenders. The world champions. Bottom line is this, I am back in the game. I ain't here to play anymore, I am here to reign as the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots. Sin City Wrestling... I am Bruce fucking Evans, and I approve this message!!!

(Bruce takes the remote, and throws it at the tv. Stands up and storms out of the room as we fade to black)

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Climax Control Archives / Time to hang the "Hangman"
« on: June 29, 2012, 06:00:04 PM »
 (The scene starts out inside some bar in California near the site where this week's Climax Control is taking place. The place is packed with alot of customers both at the bar and the little rinky dink cafe attached to it. The camera pans around to show all the rowdy people, more than like drunk partying it up. Females riding the mechanic bulls, males shooting darts and playing pool etc.... As the camera continues to pan around the building we zoom in at the table of Blaque hart Bruce Evans. He's sitting back in the chair at the table drinking from several shot glasses at the table, there's atleast 8-10 different glasses, all full. He seems to be a bit out of it. Hair in a fuzzy ponytail, dressed in blue jeans, black boots, and a black "Blame America" shirt. He removes his sunglesses, and with very glossy red eyes looks into the camera and begins to speak)

BHBE: So it's been a little while. It has been a little while since I've been able to kick someones ass, and keep my name at the top of this industry. I've been dealing with alot of shit. Not just here in this company, but at my home as well. My personal life has been in shambles and I have been through alot of bullshit. So I talked to the boys in the front office. I let them know that my head, well it wasn't quite in the game. I wasn't at the level both physically and mentally to compete for this company. In all of my career I have never went out to that ring and half assed anything I've been involved in. Rather it be a simple promo or wrestling match. I refuse, and I have always promised myself, my millions of fans, and my family that whatever I do in this industry will be at 1,000% and nothing less...

(Blaque pauses and quickly chugs down one of the shot glasses full of dark liquor)

BHBE: I have said this a thousand times, and I will continue to say it and stand by it. I am an Icon, a Franchise player, I am what keeps whatever company I am with breathing. I may not always be in the main event of whatever shows, I may not always be in the main "stories" of the company, but like it or not, you have got to admit it, I am always going to be the most paid attention to guy in this business. I don't kiss ass, I don't play games, and I am damn sure not here to make friends. I'm here to make money and that's all. Alot of people don
t like me, hell some even hate me and wish death upon on. I don't care. I don't pay attention to in and I don't let it screw with my head and mess with my structure. But you see, the past few months, I've been doing what I said to myself I'd never do. I've let the front office get to me. I've let the front office make me think twice about alot of things. Hell I even considered giving it up. Hanging up the boots and tights and going home...

(Again Bruce pauses to down another shot of the dark liquor from the shot glass)

BHBE: I almost did it! I almost called the boys in the front and told to to write me off. To send me out. To give me my retirement match and let it be done finally. I have been in this business forever. I've seen alot. Good and bad. I've seen some of the best and some of the worst performers. I've seen then all come and go. I've worked with and around the best this industry has to offer. But more importantly I've seen some of the best get lost in the shuffle because of some backstage bullshit politics, and that's what was happening to me. Because I don't go to the big boys and kiss their asses and make their coffee I wasn't going to amount to be shit around here. I was just going to be used as some old man to put over the younger up and comers. So I took time off. I talked to my friends, my family, some old business partners of mine, and you know what they told me? They told me flat out, Bruce; if you want to quit, then quit. Retire. Give it up. But if you dp, you're letting the office win, you're the loser in this one. You're the quitter in this one, and you gain nothing from it!

(Again pausing, Bruce takes another shot, looks around the packed place with an evil grin on his face and continues)

BHBE:So I decided it's not quite time, it's just not my time to step down! Yea I may be older than most of this roster if not all. But the bottom line is I still have alot to give. I still have more to gine than most of this roster. I am still the damn, ICON of this industry, the Franchise Player, the Big f'n deal around here. No more am I going to sit around and feel sorry for myself. It's about damn time I get off my ass, and start showing everyone why I have survived so damn long in this business... And it all starts, this Sunday. Climax Control. In that arena right up the street from here. I GUARANTEE this is the start of something BIG!!! No more playing nice and doing what the boys with the power want me to do. No more being who they want me to be. From now on, I am me and only me. I am f'n Bruce Evans. The Blaque Hart. The man that's going to take this company and bring it to the next level, a level it has yet to see with all the paper champs running around this place!

(Bruce quickly chugs another shot and puts his shades back over his eyes)

BHBE:So it all starts with you Hangman. To be honest with you I don't even know who the hell you are. Never heard of you, and really don't give a shit about you. All I know is that you will be my first client. The first to get in that ring the the old Blaque hart Bruce Evans. The Bruce that did what he wanted, when he wanted and got things done the right way and the first time. Since I didn't know who the hell you were I decided to research you. So I googled you, not much there either but enough to know what type of a dude you are. I saw that tag team wrestling was your specialty. You are praised for being a part of one of the best tag teams this business has ever seen. Does it matter to me? Hell no! Does it matter in this match this Sunday? Hell no! Look Hangman, I've never met you face to face. You're no big deal whatsoever to me. You plain and simply dont matter. You say you hate Canadians? That's fine because we all know how I feel about Americans...

(Bruce pauses and whistles at one of the cocktail waitresses)

BHBE: Bottom line is this "Hangman". Come Sunday, Climax Control it's my time to once again prove to the world why I am what's keeping this company, hell, this business alive. I'm sorry, hell no I'm not. But you have to be the first on the list to my climb back to the top. Dont blame me, blame the front office for booking this match! Sunday Night boy I'm going to teach you some lessons. Some things you've never learned in what you call a career. You see it ain't tag team wrestling. You won't have a partner to run and tag in whenever I'm putting the boots to your ass. There will be no one there to help, save, or even rescue you. When you look across that ring boy, it's just us. You and me! Man versus man! Icon versus..... American Trash! Well I got news for you, it's going to be trash day that day. By that, I mean it's going to be time for to to kick your ass like it's never been kicked before and take your ass out, because boy, you don't deserve to be in that same ring with me. So Hangman, say your prayers, haha, eat your vitamins, and beg to the da,m heavenms that you get out of there still breathing. Because BLAQUE HART BRUCE EVANS is back, and this time, I'm here to stay!!! Put plain and simple, "It's time to HANG the Hangman"!!!

(Bruce stops as the cocktail waitress approcahes the table)

BHBE: Hey bitch, clean this table and get me 5 more shots!

(The very beautiful cocktail waitress grows this very disgusted look on her face as he eyes Bruce up and down, looking as if she wants to say something, but she just picks up all the empty shot glasses from the table and puts them on her tray. Bruce slaps her on the ass, as she's wearing very revealing booty shorts. She turns around, throws a drink in his face, and slaps him hard on the face, as we fade to black)


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