(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)
