(The scene opens up panning outside of the MGM Grand Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. Tourists and locals are walking by, around, and into the hotel as the camera pans out a bit more to show more of the Las Vegas stip. We are then taken inside to the front desk for reservations where we see Blaque Hart Bruce Evans standing in line waiting to be called on. He's wearing black slacks, black shoes, a white shirt, and a black blazer with his hair pulled back in a ponytail and a pair of d&c sunglasses. He's talking on his cell phone as he looks around him and behind him at the other people in line. The camera pans in to pick up some of his conversation)
BHBE: Yea... you saw it right!?! Haha I kind of figured he would be no competition for me. I mean come on what the hell were they thinking!?!
(Bruce pauses as he cracks a smirk on his face and looks down at his watch)
BHBE: I mean it's apparent these people don't know who I am. They obviously don't know of my accomplishments. It's fine though, because if they are expecting me to show them, rather than tell them, then I guess that's how it's got to be. Hold on baby...
(Bruce pauses, takes off his sunglasses, and raises his eyebrow as he looks towards the middle ages white woman employee behind the counter, he puts the cell down to his side)
BHBE: Excuse me, ummm I'm kind of in a hurry here. Can we speed things up just a little bit!?!
(The others in line, the employees, and the people already at the counter checking in stop what they're doing to look at Bruce in shock. Bruce just puts his cell back to his ear and continues his conversation)
BHBE: So... like I was saying, I'm going to just have to show these idiots what they have. That they have an ICON, a FRANCHISE, a MAIN EVENT dude here and if they're not going to use me properly, they're are plenty of other companies that would kill to have me.... Alright baby, let me check into this dump, I'll call you later...O.K. love you, bye...
(Bruce hands up the phone and puts it in the pocket on the blazer on the right side. He then pulls his roll along luggage and heads towards the counter where there seems to be some confusion or misunderstanding between the middle aged white employee and a customer. Bruce taps the male customer on the shoulder and steps in front of him. The lady employee has a disgruntled look on her face)
BHBE: Excuse me mam.... or sir whatever you are. I don't mean to be rude. But I'm kind of in a hurry here. You see I am Blaque Hart Bruce Ev...
(Bruce is cut off by the lady employee)
MGM Employee: Sir, would you please get back in line, and I will help you when it's your turn!!!
(Bruce looks at the lady with a smart ass smirk on his face, then at the guy at the counter, the guy moves back as if to allow Bruce to go ahead of him)
BHBE: Alright look, I'm going to be nice to you ok. Now this young man here has allowed me to go ahead of him. Either A because he's genuinely nice, or B he doesn't want to to kick his ass. Either way I don't care. Now as I was saying, I am Blaque Hart Bruce Ev...
(The employee cuts him off again, and Bruce's face begins to turn red in anger, in a sarcastic tone the lady employee starts talking)
MGM Employee: Ok Bruce, welcome to the MGM Hotel and Casino. How may I assist you today?
BHBE: I need a room okay? A big room! The biggest room you've got! The PRESIDENTIAL SUITE! Here just put it on my card!
(Bruce reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, he opens it and pulls out a credit card and hands it to the lady, with a smirk on her face she hands the card back to him)
MGM Employee: Sorry Mr... what did you say your name was again?
(Bruce paces around with a pissed off look on his face)
BHBE: Evans... Mr. Bruce Evans!!!
MGM Employee: We're completely booked Mr. Evans. But if you'd like you can try the New York, New York hotel located directly across the street. Have a good evening...
(Bruce rolls his eyes at the lady as he puts the wallet back in his pocket and gets a bit closer to the lady behind the counter)
BHBE: Look you little minimum wage making, apartment renting, can't make ends meet BITCH. If you EVEEEEEERRRRR waste my time like that again. I will make sure that you are in the un-employment line with the rest of these worthless, talentless, lazy, good for nothing Americans. Got it!?!
(The lady nods her head and has a look of fear on her face, Bruce starts to laugh at her as he grabs his roll along luggage and begins walking towards the lobby. The people still in line along with employees and people passing by are looking at him with amazement. Bruce reaches the lobby, sits on a bench and pulls out his cell phone. He's pushing buttons on the phone as if he's texting)
BHBE: Stupid BITCH. Guess she didn't know who the hell she was dealing with. Kind of like Virgil. I guess Virgil didn't think he had to prepare for our match at High stakes. But boy oh boy was he wrong. You see, Virgil does what alot of people have done throughout my career. He underestimated me! Big mistake Virgil. So now you know, for the future. Don't EVER look past Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. I did to you what I would of done to ANYONE in this company. What I will do to EVERYONE in this company that pisses me off or crosses my path. Virgil, get back in the gym, get back in wrestling school, and come back for me when you're truly ready. Because what you showed me in that ring was a joke! An embarrassment to not only yourself, not only me, but this company. I will NEVER EVER face you again until you're on my level. So with that being said, I guess you and I, we will NEVER EVER meet in that ring again!
(Bruce pauses, looks around with a look of disgust on his face as he checks out the people walking past him and the people sitting around him looking at him as if he's weird)
BHBE: So that brings me to my next scene here in the S.C.W. Climax Control. November 20th here in this dump called Las Vegas. Tag team match. Yes... tag team match. Are you kidding me. I don't do tag team wrestling. I am NOT a tag team wrestler. I don't share the ring or anything else for that matter with anyone else. I guess you can say I'm kind of selfish that way. regardless of the fact my agent had suggested that I just do what the company wants. So I will, but I'm warning you, all you idiots in the S.C.W. front office. Don't get comfortable with this crap. I am a singles wrestler dammit!
(Bruce pauses and looks at his phone, he beings typing into it again)
BHBE: Kid Karma... I don't know you to well. Nor do I care to know you. As I've said before I'm not here to make friends. Bottom line is this KID! Stay in your lame, listen to what I tell you to do, and all will be well. With me in your corner there's NO WAY you're going to take a loss. So KID, just follow my lead, follow the lead of an ICON, don't screw me over and we might be able to get along. I will NOT lose, know that. Kid, I'll see you at Climax Control.
(Bruce reaches in his front pocket of the slacks and pulls out a pack of red malboro and a lighter. He pulls a cigarette from the pack and lights it. Taking a long hit he continues to talk)
BHBE: Our opponents? Ryan King, and the man that stopped my chance of being first ever world champion Casey Williams.... Oh yeah Casey, I've got my eyes on you buddy. You did to me what I thought no one would be able to do in that gauntlet match at Highstakes. You eliminated me from the match. Am I mad? Of course. Am I going to sit around and cry about it? Of course not! Am I going to get even by kicking your ass at Climax Control? Of course I am! Casey, boy, you have no idea what you've done. Absolutely no idea who you've crossed. Absolutely no idea what's in store for you. Absolutely no idea that in an instant I can make or break your little pathetic career. Casey, at climax Control, paybacks are bitches, and I'm going to own you like a pimp owns one of these sluts in Vegas running the streets catching EVERY STD in the book!!!
(Bruce takes a few more puffs off the cigarette and puts it out in the ashtray next to the bench he's sitting in)
BHBE: Ryan King. Never crossed paths with you yet, but I know you and Casey are buddies. Hell you're partners. So I expect you to try something funny to get the win. It's not a shock or surprise. But let me warn you Ryan. I don't care if he's your friend, your roommate, you're cousin, or your damn boyfriend. Be careful of getting in between this. It has nothing to do with you. It's me and Casey. Yes, it's a tag team match. Yes you want the win, but trust me Ryan King. You really don't want to get in my way, you damn sure don't want to piss me off. So you've got the warning, do the ring thing, stay in that corner and watch your buddy get the ass kicking that he's got coming, and all will be fine and dandy!
(Bruce stands up, dials some numbers on his cell phone and waits a few seconds before he begins to talk into the phone. The camera again pans around the MGM as we fade to black with Bruce engaging in an animated phone conversation)
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