(The scene starts out with the camera panning around the beautiful Riverside Hotel and Casino in Laughlin, Nevada. There's a few people standing around outside in valet either waiting for their cars to be parked, or waiting for them to be returned. A dark blue 2011 Dodge Caravan speeds into the valet parking area putting the waiting people in a frenzy. As the minivan comes to a stop, the driver door swings open fast and out steps Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. He's wearing a frown on his face as usual. He's geared in Black slacks, a tan button down shirt, a black vest over it, and black dress shoes. He closes the driver door, looks around at the people giving him dirty and frightened looks, and puts an arrogant smirk on his face. A valet attendant walks up to Bruce who's dangling the keys to the minivan)
Valet: Excuse me sir, ummmm, we've gotten a report of reckless driving and we're going to have to ask you to leave...
(The valet has a very obvious look of fear on his face but tries not to show it, as if he's trying to impress the people standing around. Bruce grabs the guys hand, puts the keys to the minivan in them, and closes them up. The two then have a little stare down with Bruce's small chuckle)
BHBE: Listen here.... Peter. Do me a favor. Park my van!
(Bruce pats the valet on the back and walks around to the trunk. He opens it up and removes his rolling luggage. The people standing around begin talking among themselves and the valet stands there with this look of disbelief and confusion on his face. Bruce slams the door to the trunk, lugs his rolling luggage and starts walking back towards the valet. He reaches in his back pocket, pulls out his wallet and removes some money from it. He throws some bills at and valet and walks into the main entrance of the hotel laughing. Walking through the hotel Bruce is looking around in amazement at the luxuriousness of this place. He walks over to the check in area where there's no one in line and goes right up to the counter where there is a young punk of a white kid on the phone)
BHBE: (clearing throat) Excuse me I'd like to check in please..
(The young guy puts the phone down)
Employee: Yes sir I'll be with you in just a second...
(Bruce looks down at his watch with an impatient look on his face. A few seconds maybe even a minute goes by and Bruce begins pacing back and forth as the young employee continues his conversation on the phone. Bruce finally walks up to the guy)
BHBE: (clearing throat) Yea.... Is that a business related phone call?
(The man puts the phone down and looks at Bruce as if to say 'are you serious")
Employee: It'll just be another minute sir sorry for the wait it's been a very busy day here today.
(With a smart ass smirk on his face the guy puts the phone back to his ear and continues talking. Now with a look of anger on his face Bruce grabs the phone from the man's hand, and hangs it up. The guy kind of backs up obviously wanting no problems)
BHBE: Ok look here buddy, I'm not here to start any trouble ok? It may have been a busy day here, but I'm sure nothing compared to my day. All I want to do is check into my room, get in the hot tub, and watch a good flick. Now is that too much too ask?!?
(The guy has this nervous expression over his face, and as he begins to speak his voice screeches as it would for a pre-teen going through puberty)
Employee: I'm sorry sir, can I have your name please?
(Bruce looks at the guy in shock that he doesn't know who he is)
BHBE: Guess you don't watch wrestling..
Employee: Actually yea I do watch wrestling. A lot actually, my girlfriend thinks I have a problem with it as much as I watch it haha...
(Bruce cuts him off my putting his hand to the mans face)
BHBE: Never mind. I can tell you're lying. I know as well as you do that you don't have a girlfriend. You're obviously watching some third rate promotion or you've been watching gay wrestling on xtube.com because if you don't know who I am then that crap you've been watching has been a huge waste of time! Now, my name is BLAQUE HART BRUCE EVANS! The past, present, and future of the business. Now, just give me my key before I have to get ugly in here!
(The man with shaky fingers types some information into the computer in front of him, then reaches in the drawer below him taking out a room key. With a forces smile on his face he hands Bruce the key and steps back a little)
Employee: Ok Mr. Evans there you go. Thank you and enjoy your stay here at the Riverside Hotel and Casino...
(Bruce just smiles, reaches into his pocket and takes out his wallet. He grabs a few bills from it and throws it at the man. He then begins laughing as he walks off rolling his luggage)
BHBE: Never heard of me? WOW! What the hell is wrong with these punk ass kids these days. Never heard of the legend, the franchise, the damn ICON of this business, you've got to be kidding me!
(Bruce continues walking trying to locate his room. The people passing by in the background are starting to look at him as if they know him, which puts a small smirk on the face of Bruce. After a couple minute walk, he finally reaches what appears to be his room. Big bold numbers 666 are on the door. Bruce slides the room key in the slot and the door opens. He pushes it in and slams it behind him. He leaves his rolling luggage right behind the door, and immediately jumps right onto the king size bed)
BHBE: Ohhhh... now this is living. This is what I'm used to. This is what S.C.W. should have been giving me from day one. Treating me like the greatness that I am...
(Bruce looks around with a smile on his face at how much better this room is compared to the dumps he's been staying in since arriving to Sin City Wrestling. He kicks his shoes off and then sits up at the edge of the bed. He removes the vest and unbuttons a few buttons from the shirt. He then looks seriously into the camera)
BHBE: Nick Jones! You smug little son of a bitch. Listen and listen good. I've heard what you had to say about teaming up with me in three days at Climax Control. I've heard how you put my name in the dirt, stepped on it, then pissed on it and made mud pies with that mud. I told you like I told Kid Karma. I'm here to win gold. I'm here to reclaim my legacy and build on to it. I don't need anyone's help in doing that. Unfortunately for me, the powers that be in this company don't know a good thing when they see it. So they keep sticking me in these tag team matches. I didn't ask for it Nick. Maybe you did! Maybe you requested to team with me so you could take some tips on how to wrestle. Or maybe you requested to team with me to be close to greatness. Whatever the case may be Nick, I'm warning you now, SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH, and if you don't, I WILL! Look here boy, you sit there and you talk about me being a Canadian. You talk about me being stuck in the past and that I don't matter around here. That's fine. If that's the way you feel, who am I to stop you. After all this is the land of freedom of speech right? Well let me use that freedom of speech Nick. You're a joke, that bitch you're with is hideous, and you'll NEVER EVER be on my level! How's that for freedom of speech? You want to try and bring down my country? You want to try and bring down Stu Hart and all he has done for this business? What all the Harts have done for this business for that matter. No I'm not a member of their family, I know them very well, and yes I have trained with them before. That is why I am as great as I am. Because I trained around Canadians that actually have motivation and focus, not some out of shape fat sloppy American trainers. Bottom line is this Nick. We are partners in this Lethal Lottery. I don't care for the tag titles to be honest with you. But in your case it's like winning the Superbowl since you'll NEVER be World Champion here. So just do me this favor. Know your role, do what you're supposed to do, and maybe, just maybe I'll allow you to be a tag team champion with me. PUNK!
(Bruce pauses, stands up, and walks over to the mini bar. He grabs the small key beside it and opens it up. It's loaded! Bruce is beside himself with excitement. He takes out a bottle of water, walks over to a love seat in front of the fireplace and sits on it)
BHBE: Sean Williams. I can admit when I see potential in someone. That's what I've done to you. I've seen some of your work and I admit that you have potential. The thing is Sean I've been in this business long enough to know what to do with that. You either take it and run and succeed, or you take it, you get big headed and you screw up and end up in some company that airs it's shows on telemundo on a Wednesday morning. For me to give anyone other than myself a compliment is rare, very rare. But, it doesn't mean I like you. Hell, I cant stand you as a matter of fact. Sunday Night, Climax Control I'm going to see what you're all about. I'm going to get to see first hand if you're just another fluke, or maybe someone to be watching for in this business. Sorry I'm going to have to do what I'm going to do to you, but you know, it's what I do for a living. Try not to take it too personal. Now, there is something I'm a tad bit concerned about Sean.... Are you gonna try frisking me when we're in that ring? I mean I think I heard you were molested or raped or something of that nature. Now 'm not one to make light of your upbringing, hell it's actually kind of sad. But, did any of that you know.... rent the alternative movies at the adult store, or go to the clubs where there's all these sweaty men dancing on each other? I really don't know you personally, don't really care either. I just wanted to make sure I'm safe around you Sunday so I've hired my own personal security to keep you and your sick twisted ass away from my dressing room! Come on Sean? Did you really think I was going to sit here and cry about you screwed up life? Seriously? Haha damn boy you're probable loser down there then Jenna Jameson! Keep those sick disgusting and disturbing stories out of here! This is wrestling, they don't belong here? No one cares Sean! Sunday at Climax Control I'm going to beat you. Not the way you want me to, but I'm going to beat you, and when I'm done you make sure you keep your sick ass away from me!!
(Bruce pauses to catch a breath, opens the bottle of wattle and guzzles down about half the bottle)
BHBE: Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt, you're just about as disturbing. Annoying you definitely are. A dirty broke smelly son of a bitch you definitely are. Someone that'll ever be compared to me YOU DEFINITELY ARE NOT! You are seriously not even someone I take serious. You're an over grown little kid that has nothing better to do than to listen to that garbage music to listen to, and chew on tobacco. Wyatt this weekend is going to be the proudest day in the wrong for moms and pops. You see they'll finally get to see their little prick of a son, the son that has failed them all his life be something. Not much, but something. Your folks will get to sit in that dirty small trailer home they're still making payments on, and see their little snot nosed punk of a son get slapped and thrown around my a LEGEND. I'm sure they'll be real proud of you boy. Sad thing for them is that it's not going to last very long. So when it's all over, all the toothless hillbillies they invite over to watch it with will have to go back to their trailer homes which have no running water, or heat, or a front door. Peterson, I don't mean to be mean. But this Sunday I'm going to kick your overall wearing, cow milking, sunflower seed spitting ass!!
(Bruce drinks the rest of the water from the bottle and carelessly tosses the bottle to the floor. He then looks up into the camera and with a serious and focused expression on his face continues)
BHBE: Of course I couldn't leave without saying a few words to the boys that run this company. You see I'm still not happy. I hear a lot of the other wrestlers and what kind of rental cars they got. What do I get? I get a damn soccer mom minivan. Funny guys, real friggin' funny! I can admit you've stepped up your game and got me a room that didn't come with it's own built in odor of ass and 99cent store perfume, but you're not quite done yet. You see I've had conversations with other promotions, and if I really wanted to I could leave this place in a heartbeat. But I'm going to be a team player. I'm going to stick around just so your guys have at least ONE big name on your roster. But, I'm going to tell you this. I better start getting the matches I want, where I want, with whom I want and how I want. I am what's going to sale tickets for this company. I am what's going to put this company on the map as the best damn company in the world. So play your cards, and play them right. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans is climbing back to LEGACY!!!
(Bruce stands up and walks over to the mini bar. With a huge smile on his face he begins grabbing the bottles of liquor. The camera pans around the room and then pans out with Bruce sitting on the love seat opening a bottle of liquor)
