**It had been a while since I had been considered an actual tag team wrestler. When I'd first started my career in this business years ago with a certain company, they figured it best for me to be in a tag team. They had against my will, and probably his stuck me in a tag team with a guy I had never seen or head of. We ended up pretty successful though, winning the tag titles in that company 10 times, and winning them 5 times in another company. We had been together a total of 7 years. Traveled the world defending titles and matching up against some of the best teams in the world. All was well, we even through it all actually became the best of friends. Until.... that one tragic night. That phone call I got on June 26th, 1996, my partner, my best friend, my brother had passed... Tag team wrestling to me since then has been irrelevant**
(The scene opens at a local bus stop in Las Vegas, Nevada. Tons of tourists pass by, stoppping to take pictures of the famous hotels and casinos and other Vegas gold mine. At the bus stop there's a few people sitting, or standing, waiting for the bus to arrive. One person in a Michael Myers costume. mask, jumpsuit and all. He's just sitting there, motionless, making no movement whatsoever. As the camera zooms in on him, he slowly removes the mask. Under the mask is none other than Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. His eyes are very heavy, low, red.... he's drunk!)
BHBE: Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Oh it's that time of the year where people get to be something, where people get to pretend to be something, or someone they're really not. That time of the year where the millions and millions of bastards go door to door begging for candy, from strangers! Something our parents had always told us NEVER TO DO. Me,and my brothers and sisters we stayed in the house with our parents, spending time together and watching family movies. We had class, we had morals, we were Canadian!
(Bruce pauses as an elderly white man approaches the stop and takes a seat next to him, staring in awe of Bruce)
BHBE: Booooooo!!!
(The old man jumps off the bench and quickly walks off)
BHBE: Not to my surprise, Sin City Wrestling is going to take part in this waste of a holiday. Climax Control. This Sunday. All matches are Halloween themed, and to top it off, it's taking place inside of a haunted house! Are you freaking kidding me? Seriously? Really? In my entire career I have NEVER been apart of such foolery. But, being the team player that I am, being the man that I am, I will be there, and I will do as they want me to do. So what is it they want me to do? They once again want me to partner up with Bo DreamWolf!
(Again pausing, Bruce reaches down to the ground beside him, and grabs a brown paper bag, taking a drink from a container in it, alcohol it seems)
BHBE: You guys really make me laugh. It was funny when you had us tagging last week. It was even funnier when we over came the odds and actually won that match, thanks to me, pinning the Roulette champion at the time to gain the "W". But now, now it's neither funny, or amusing to me. Tag team championship this time will be on the line. So there's a chance that me, and the man who I care about as much for as I do the gun on the bottom of my boots for could be tag team champions. You'd like that S.C.W. wouldn't you? It'd bump up your little ratings wouldn't it? I bet you do, and I bet you would! But hear me, and hear me real good... I've told you and Imma say it again, I'm tired of being your little whipping boy. Quit the crap! Seriously! It's getting out of hand now. I hate Bo. He hates me. All I asked for was a simple Hardcore match to end this between us once and for all. But what have you done? You've turned this into some kind of a game. I don't play games boys. So this Sunday at Climax Control. I'll once again play by your rules and tag with Bo. I'll once again help us get the win because he's obviously incapable of doing so, and we will become your new SCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!
(Another Las Vegas Strip bus passes up, Bruce throws the bottle in the brown bag at it)
BHBE: Our opponents? Two guys I could give a shit about. One who I think had an actual story line with a teddy bear!?! Another I've seriously NEVER head of. You guys make me laugh. No, really you do! Ya see I'm the type of guy, I don't too much pay attention to anyone else's bullshit in this company but mine, and believe me that's a lot on it's own! Gabriel... I sat and watched you run your mouth, with that little bitch of yours. I sat and watched you kiss Bo's ass. Ya talk about how I don't deserve to even be in the same ring as you, your partner, and Mr. Dreamwolf. Laugh my fucking ass off! I say this Gabriel. How about you watch some of the greatest matches in the history of this business. My Matches! Sit there, take notes, learn, and then you can tell me what you really feel. You obviously envy me. Just like every other sorry son of a bitch in this company. Yea, you have the right to sit there and talk all the bullshit you want about me or anyone else ya want for that matter. But here's the deal Gabriel. You're for the first time in your life dealing with a no non-sense, no bullshit taking, ass kicking, legend, ICON, FRANCHISE PLAYER, be careful what you say, because in the end, rookie, curtain jerking, green skilled nobody, it's me that'll be teaching you the lesson. It's me that'll be having my hand raised at the end of the match, and DAMMIT it's ME that'll be walking out of that haunted house this weekend with your tag team title draped around my beautiful waste!
(Bruce stands up from the bench, stumbles a bit, and quickly decides to sit back down. Laughing to himself, pointing and mumbling words at people passing by)
BHBE: Despayre, I honestly don't know you. I honestly don't care about you. All I know is... you're in my way. To be honest with you, I don't want the tag team championships. But at the same time I hate to lose a match. So hears the deal pal. Climax Control, stay out of the way. Because I'm warning ya now if ya get in my way I'll be like a train, I'll run ya down. I hate Bo, but this Sunday we're coming in as the challengers, and I GUARANTEE we're walking out as champions. Then, and then, High Stakes2, I'm going to kick my tag team champion partner's ass!!! Sin City Wrestling, I am BLAQUE HART BRUCE EVANS, and I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE!!
(Bruce continues to laugh hysterically to himself as the tourists continue to walk past him, the scene fades to black with an up close shot of the Michael Myers mask)
