**I remember growing up in my hometown of Calgary, Alberta Canada. Just a young teenager with a dream, a dream of someday becoming a professional wrestler. I shared this dream with a group of other 15-17 year old guys. I recall starting a "backyard wrestling" company with my best friend at the time, his name was Max Clay, he was one of the nicest people I had ever come across in my life. Always willing to give you the shirt of his back so to speak. Anyways, me, Max, and about 13 other guys would put on these "events" every Saturday in some of our backyards, that was until some of the parents started getting too concerned over the violent nature of our matches. We called these matches "extreme" wresting. This was before E.C.W. was cool, or even heard of. We'd charge the "fans" usually just local snot nosed kids, and a few old people in the neighborhood a dollar to watch us "perform". We actually got a lot of publicity in the local newspaper at the time and our crowds started growing. That is until that one fateful night when one of the boys in our group was working a "hardcore match and wanted to up the stakes a bit. He decided to use fire, something no one in the group had ever dared try. Anyways, the stunt didn't go very well.... He burned 77 percent of his body, struggled in the hospital bed for weeks. He was one of the stronger guys both physically and mentally so naturally we all figured he'd pull through... He passed away exactly a month later***
---Scene- The streets of downtown Las Vegas during heavy traffic hours on a Friday Night. Inside of a red Chrysler 300 are passenger Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, and Driver Chase Coxx aka Blaque's friend and bodyguard. The two are stuck at a red light at Freemont and 4th street. Cars honking their horns all around, and a long line of cars ahead of Chase and Bruce... The two are in route to the Mandalay Bay hotel and casino. Where they will be staying for the weekend and the home of SIN CITY WRESTLING's High Stakes 2. As we get in closer inside the car we pick up the conversation between the two---
Chase: Damn Vegas drivers!
BHBE: Screw that, damn AMERICAN drivers!!!
(The two men share a chuckle)
Chase: You're right there. You know maybe I should have just listened to you and left earlier...
(Bruce looks over at Chase with his "No Shit" facial expression)
BHBE: It's all the same, I just wanted to be away from this place as long as we could before the show Sunday.
(Traffic finally showing signs of moving as Chase puts his foot to the gas, only going a few feet before being stopped by a red light)
Chase: Ahhhh shit!!!
BHBE: Well, looks like we're in for a long day. I think I'll grab a little nap before we get there...
Chase: Yea boss... rest your eyes...
(Bruce slowly closes his eyes and a few minutes later is sound asleep)
<<<45 minutes later>>>
---Scene- Las Vegas strip. Thousands of people walk the famous strip. Whites, blacks, latin, oriental etc.... A lot of people stopping to take pictures of the landmark hotels and scenes. The red Chrysler 300 slowly approaches parking at the Mandalay Bay. As it enters the garage it drives around for a few minutes before finally finding a vacant parking spot. The brakes are put on, and the engine stopped. Chase steps out of the car, closing the door behind him, and walking around to the trunk. He pops it with the keys and begins pulling out luggage. Four black and red bags to be exact. Closing the drunk, he walks over to the passenger door, tapping on the window. Waking a startled Bruce he jumps up in panic---
BHBE: Son of a bitch!!
(Chase laughing hysterically)
Chase: Sorry boss, but we're finally here!
(Bruce rubs his tired eyes, stretches, yawns, and then steps out of the seat. He's wearing blue jeans, some black and red Canadian football league jersey, and black and red high tops. Hair pulled back in a ponytail, and sunglasses. Chase is wearing blue jean shorts, a white muscle shirt, a baseball cap on his head backwards, and flip flops. Chase hands Bruce two of the bags as he takes the other two and the two men start heading for the casino entrance)
BHBE: Here we go again Chase, part two...
Chase: Don't worry, I'll take care of it this time boss...
(They enter the casino, walking through the smoke filled, liquor smelling, slot noise making surroundings, before reaching the reservation desk. Luckily the lines are not as long as usual for this time on a Friday in Vegas at one of it's premiere hotels)
Bruce: I'm gonna be over there waiting...
(Bruce pointing to a seat across the way)
Chase: Alright boss...
(As Bruce walks off, Chase continues to wait in line)
***Since it seemed I always get into some type of problem with hotel staff, lately I'd just let Chase make the reservations and book the room in his name. Besides, this day for some reason I was extremely tired. I guess it's the jet lag. I sat there going in and out of sleep waiting for Chase to get the room keys and watching the tourists look like clowns as usual. I had been to Vegas so many times by this point that I didn't get turned on anymore by it's "glamour". I really just wanted to get in the room, take a hot shower, and maybe order some room service before crashing out***
(Chase starts waking towards Bruce with his luggage. Bruce stands up, stretches and yawns again before the two start heading through the casino to the rooms)
<<1 hour ater>>
Chase: Alright boss, I'm off to the tanning booth!
(Chase shouts out in excitement, the man is a tan freak. Bruce laughs and shakes his head)
BHBE: Alright, don't stay in too long, I want to be able to recognize you when you return...
(The two men laugh as Chase walks off, closing the door behind him. Bruce, showered and shaved, now in a black robe and slippers takes a seat at a chair behind a desk. He shuffles around through a few pieces of paper, and looks into the camera, with a small yet cocky grin on his face)
BHBE: So.... Bo Dreamwolf has yet to respond to my challenge. The challenge I made last week when I wanted to put the stakes higher in our match this weekend at High Stakes 2. Yea, the one where the loser must leave Sin City Wrestling. Why is it that I'm not surprised? Really I didn't expect him to answer, or accept for that matter. I mean come on, who could blame him. Dammit I'm Bruce Evans!
(Bruce pulls out a bottle of water from inside the drawers, opening it and taking a quick sip)
BHBE: Well all is well. All that really matters to me is me getting to finally get my hands on that sorry sack of shit. Bo, ya run around talking about how wronng I was for putting that retard of a kid, waste of human life, who's name isn't even worthy of coming out of mouth in a coffin. Bottom line is this. He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. It was a gimmick match, so why was it so wrong for me to do what I did? Is it because he's a retarded some of a bitch? Or is it just your way of trying to get everyone to hate me by continuing to mention it? Well I got news for you. Number one, I don't regret what I did, and I damn sure won't be apologizing to him, or his crazy ass friends or family. Two, in case you didn't know it by now, everyone already hates me, and three, I don't give a damn what anyone thinks about me!
(Bruce pauses and continues looking at some paper work on the desk, and taking another sip of water)
BHBE: Bo, the time for talking has come to an end. No one cares about your stupid trips to your stupid dentist or about your stupid dinners with your stupid family. That slut of a sister, and that living way past her expiration date grandmother of your's. If they were anywhere near the match Sunday, I'd whoop them up too. Ya see Bo, I'm a man that's at a crossroads. True, I'm older than almost any other wrestler, and I know my time here isn't going to last forever. There will come a time when I'll have to retire and move on. But, before that time comes I have business to take care of. All I keep hearing you boys in the locker room talk about is me being a cry baby. About how I haven't accomplished shit in this company since coming. You're right, I haven't won any titles yet, I give you that. But what you cant take away is some of the big marquee matches I have won since coming here. As far as me being a cry baby. I'd like to disagree. It's not really crying when you're stating facts!!!
(Bruce picks up the phone, dialing a number)
BHBE: Yes this is Bruce Evans in 1041, I'd like to order the prime rib dinner, medium, baked potato and whatever kind of vegetables you have. Thanks.
(Bruce hangs up the phone)
BHBE: The fact that the office has been holding me back. The fact that the boys in the locker room envy my legendary status. The fact that I am the only legend, icon, and FRANCHISE player in this company. Bo, I'm done telling you how bad I'm going to make you look this Sunday. I would strongly advise you tell your ugly sister, and your raisin skin grandmother not to watch this match at all. When all is said and done, they won't be able to recognize you. We're doing my kind of match, the match that got me over early in my career. I could care less how much you trash these types of matches. It's clear you do it out of fear, and it's so damn obvious. I've said it a million times Bo. A win is a win. Don't care how I get it, as long as I get it. At High Stakes, I get to do whatever I damn well please to you, and it will all be legal. So while you're worried about some little tooth of yours, and about not being able to eat solid foods... After the show, that'll be the least of your worries. You're going to have to worry about how you're going to make ends meet after I end this little thing you call a career!
(Bruce finishes off the water bottle)
BHBE: Finally, I see you talk about how I always trash and blame America for everything, but I have no problem cashing my checks out here. Ya damn right. I'm all about the money. Don't care about you, the other boys in the back, the front office, or those idiot fans. Money, money, and money is what makes my world go round. High stakes, I'm beating your ass, getting my big fat check, cashing it, and going back home where I'm respected for the true performer I am. I'm ready Dreamwolf. Ready to end this little feud with you once and for all. You've beaten me, I've beaten you, and this match will settle it once and for all. Afterwards I don't wanna see you ever again, I don't want anything else to do with you. You've been a thorn in my side for far too long, this "rivalry" with you has put a stop to any chances of me progressing in this company. So finally, when I finish you off, I'm moving on, moving on to titles. See ya Sunday Bo!
(Bruce laughs out his evil little laugh as the scene fades out)
