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Title: Finally...
Post by: Blaque Hart 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!

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!

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?

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!!!

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?

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.

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...

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.

Chase Cox: But.....

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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....

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!

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.