(We open up inside the hotel room of Blaque Hart Bruce Evans in Reno, Nevada. A very nicely designed suite of some sort. Big screen televisions, king sized bed, stairs, hot tub etc... One of the televisions, the one Blaque and bodyguard Bruce are watching is showing footage of Blaque's match with Bo Dreamwolf from a few weeks ago at the last super show. Bruce and Chase sit their watching it with looks of disappointment on there face. Bruce is shaking his head in disgust. Bruce is wearing blue jeans, black boots, and a black USA is a dump shirt. Chase, the bodyguard is wearing a red and black vintage Blaque Hart shirt, black basketball shorts, and Jordan shoes. As the camera zooms in on the two, we pick up on their conversation)
BHBE: That lucky son of a bitch, he just barely got away with that win. Lucky, that's the only damn word I can use to describe that victory. Everyone knows, especially me, and Bo that win was a damn fluke. On his best day, and my worst day he could NEVER beat me EVER again!
(Bruce looks at Chase who's nodding his head in agreement)
Chase: Couldn't agree with you more boss. I saw that match with my own two eyes and I can honestly say it was bullshit. The world, the entire world knows that you can beat that man any day of the week, any place. Don't worry you'll get him next time boss, you know he accepted your Hardcore match challenge right!?!
(Bruce begins to laugh hysterically, but before he's about to speak again, there's a knock at the door. Chase gets up from his chair, and walks over to the door. Looks through the peep hole and answers. On the other side of the door is a very nerdy looking young looking white male. Brown slacks, black shoes, and a S.C.W. shirt, with glasses over his eyes)
Chase: Can I help you?!?
Man: Yes I'm an assistant with the S.C.W, I have a letter here for a Mr. Bruce Evans...
(The man hands Chase the letter, and stands there as if he's expecting a tip. Chase grabs it and slams the door on the man's face. He walks over to Bruce, takes a seat and hands Bruce the letter. Bruce opens up the letter, and his little grin quickly turns into a frown. He stands up, rips up the letter, and picks his chair up and slings it across the room. Knocking down a hanging picture)
BHBE: Are you kidding me? Are you friggin' kidding me? This has got to be a joke! This has got to be an EPISODE of "PUNKED" or something!
(Bruce begins to pick up things around the room and throw them around, Chase gets up and tries to restrain him)
Chase: Come on boss, what's the matter man?
BHBE: The smart sons of bitches in the front office are playing with me! They're messing with me big time! You know that match I sent out to Bo?
Chase: Ya
BHBE: I guess they think it's too big for Climax Control so they want it on a super show!
Chase: Yea... and... that's good right? More money right?
BHBE: Yea it's better money putting the match on a super show. But that's not what I'm mad about. I'm pissed because the bastards stuck me in a match this weekend at Climax Control in a tag match!
Chase: But you've done tag wrestling before boss...
BHBE: Yea, but not with a man I hate with every fiber of my being as my partner!
Chase: What? who boss!?!
BHBE: That bastard Bo Dreamwolf!!!
(Chase looks shocked)
Chase: What!?! You're kidding me boss. That has got to be a mis-print or and error or something!
(Bruce takes a deep sigh)
BHBE: Chase, I need a minute to myself please...
Chase: Ok boss, no problem. Take all the time you need. I'll catch up later.
(Chase walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. Bruce sits on the chair, hands over his head. He looks up, right into the camera, and with a serious expression on his face he begins to speak)
BHBE: Hear me out, and hear me out real good. Sin City Wrestling. Front office. You think this is funny? You think this is some kind of joke or something? How dare you take my hardcore match challenge, push it to the side, to a later date. That's fine with me, because everyone knows without be your super shows aren't worth watching. So I have no problem with that. As long as I get to have my match with Dreamwolf. My problem is you sticking me in a tag team match. Not just any tag team match but with Dreamwolf as my partner? Are you shitting me? Look here boys. You've been screwing around with me from day one. One year ago when I came to this company. I don't know, for the life of me can't figure out what your problem is with me. What is it boys? Huh? what's your beef with me? what have I done to you? I mean, I'm a legend, an Icon, THE FRANCHISE PLAYER! Yet you continue to dick me around like a nobody!
(Bruce pauses and takes a deep breath, grabs the remote and throws it at the t.v.)
BHBE: Ya know what, I'm really sick and tired of telling you how sick and tired I am of being treated like shit around here. I'm tired of it. Tired of letting yall push and bully me around! I've been saying for months now that enough is enough and I refuse to be your bitch anymore. I meant it! This weekend I'll work your sick little tag match with Bo as my partner. We'll tag up and beat up on Goth and Argento. if that's what you want to be done. I'll do it. I'll do it just to help with your ratings!
(Bruce pauses again, smiles and then rubs his fingers through his hair, untying the ponytail)
BHBE: After that, I get what I want. I get what I asked for. Bo Dreamwolf at the next super show. Hardcore match. The kind of match I became famous for early on in my career. Now look here Bo. Ya sit there and ya talk about how I couldn't beat ya in a pure wrestling match so I wanted this rubber match to be a Hardcore match. Wrong! Dead WRONG! I could beat you in a technical pure scientific match anytime and any place. Ya got lucky and we all know that. The reason I requested this hardcore match is because it's not going to be a wrestling match, it's going to be a fight! Anything goes! All weapons legal! No disqualifications, count out, nothing is illegal! I'm tired of playing around with you boy. I'm tired of wasting my time on you when I should be out there doing bigger and better things like winning titles. So this Sunday at Climax Control, enjoy tagging with the best. Without a doubt the biggest thing your sad little career has seen. Climax Control we tag, we work together and get the win because you know I hate losing. Play your part right and we will get that win!
(Bruce takes a brief pause)
BHBE: As for you Goth, and Argento. I admit I don't know either of you too well. I've seen you both in action. I admit, both very talented men. One even a Roulette Champion. Argento, you have a title that should have been mine.. A title I haven't let out of my sight. And believe me, when the time is right it will be around my waste. Sooner or later. As soon as the front office lets me get what I deserve. As for you Goth, ya FREAK! You're the kind of kid I would tease growing up, bully you around the school yard and beat the snot out of. But I've grown up since then. Now I just bully people in the ring. So here's the deal. This Sunday at Climax Control. you two get to be in the presence of a Legend. It's not going to be fun, but it'll be something you'll be able to tell your kids about. About how Blaque Hart Bruce Evans taught you some new things. New tricks, new moves. I'll see you boys in.... two days!!!
(As the scene fades, Blaque begins to laugh in his evil manner)
