Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2019 22:45:36 GMT -8
*STATIC*
EXT. CW WAREHOUSE – HOLLYWOOD BLVD – AFTERHOURS
SUPERIMPOSE:
HOLLYWOOD | 2AM
Brady Vega stands on Hollywood BLVD with Rex Cassidy off to the right sitting on the staircase around the back of the CW Warehouse. The designated smoking area is empty accept for Brady Vega, Rex Cassidy, and some Unknown Dudes that are in their entourage.
“They took the wrestler of the year and fed ‘em to the mu’ fuckin’ wolf homie.”
Brady Vega adjusts the CW Pride Championship over his shoulder.
“Ya’ll ain’t hearin’ me cause ya’ll choosin’ not to listen. Imma throw this saw dust ‘cause I’m ‘bout to cut you down, then chop you up like a bag full of muskrats. California Wrestling has changed time and time again. But not like this. What’s coming in the future, is an ice age.”
Brady Vega stares into the camera with the belt visible next to his face.
“Expect goose pimples. I wanna talk about fear, but not the same definition of fear Eddy Poe has tried time and time again to grow into a household name. He feelin’ himself like a pervert wit’ an adult magazine, yet no one else is.”
“That slasher shit is dead. Pun intended. Accept your check-in to reality, the bellhop will guide you to your doom. It’s the room at the end of the hall with the red knobs. You think you’re fear? Because you project about as much fear as the age old tell of the little boy who cried wolf.”
“It seems you’ve been crying wolf and now all the sheep are getting slaughtered and no one can stop it. It’s down to one sheep…. And you.”
“I lick the blood from my fangs just as you come screaming over the hill. I’ve promised you that I would cure you the moment you stepped in my path, and now…. The witching hour approaches.”
“The nether realm you come from is begging for you to come home and guess who I am? …… John…fucking, Constantine. Eddy Poe the master of fear? … Psshh… You’re barely suspenseful. Your greatest claim to fame will be the fact that you’re stepping in the ring with Tolson and myself and after that you’ll be sent packing back down to the mid-card.”
Brady Vega paces back and forth, very animated.
“And speaking of Tolson. The One Hit Wonder. The single most disrespectful bitch to grace the California Wrestling locker room. Why is she here? What is her point? Why does she even exist? She hates men but everything about her is modeled after a man….”
“Tolson has a grocery list of accomplishments yet she still has so much to prove. Is it the loneliness Tolson? Does it help you silence the voices? Does it silence the ego? Do you fight so hard and compete around the world because you truly love doing it? Or are you a slave to it?”
His feet stomp around the concrete blocks with red STARS carved in the center of them.
“Wrestling keeps Tolson from being as batshit crazy as Eddy Poe. The Physician is about to hit you with a lethal dose of the truth serum. You’re delusional Tolson. You talk tough, but let’s face it, I’m the true King around CW! You were immortal for a hot second and when you were just the King you were exposed and your crown was tilted slightly.”
“Even when only burning from one end, your candle was being roasted over too many flames. You’ve melted into obscurity and the first chance I get I’m lowering the casket on your CW career and pouring the dirt over it.”
Brady looks like a Mime trying to bury his friend with an invisible shovel throwing invisible dirt.
“It’s two mental pateints up against Dee-bo! I pulled up to a group of competitors and told Tolson I wanted her chain and I took it. Simple as that.”
“When you hear the squeaky wheels of an old bike coming over the hill just know, yo shit is really my shit. Everyone in CW claims CW is theirs or they act as if they should run through the roster when that’s not the case. Sam Tolson is finding out first hand.”
“I’ve got the double dose of personality dysmorphia and when it’s all said and done they’ll be that much closer to their projected suicide.”
Brady switches the belt to his opposite shoulder.
“Sam Tolson saw CW growing and decided to jump on the bandwagon. We will applaud you for that move. But did you really think you could reap the fruit from MY tree and enjoy your meal for long? You’re fairweather like a newly signed talent in any of these companies. After this loss we’ll be expecting one or both of you to quit, would be less surprised if you both decide to exit.”
“California Wrestling is my stomping grounds, and neither of you has the right size foot to live a day in my shoes. You better focus on building your brand as best you can because when I’m done with the two of you, there will be a hit in your merch sales for sure.”
“Both Eddy and Sam have threatened my life in some way. Glad to know you’re so angered that you will inevitably lose focus. And this goes back to the perception and portrayals of fear…”
Brady leans closer into the camera. We only see his lips and his teeth of diamonds.
“What is fear?”
He steps back so that we see him in the full frame of the image.
“I’m not sure… but when the ice age hits just know…Fuck Everything And Run!”
Brady knocks the camera over.
*STATIC*
