[Blaque Hart]

 


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

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

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

Security #1: Mam, is this your vehicle?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bruce Evans: Can I have some privacy here please?

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