Post by ICW on Jun 14, 2006 21:07:55 GMT -5
The cameras are now in what seems like a dirty, violent block located in the Bronx, New York. Drug dealers standing by their corners, selling their dope to lowlifes. It’s night and the only source of light are the street lights, barley shinning over the streets. The walls are covered with graffiti, most of them are tags left by gangs. Cars are pulling up to hookers, who flash the drivers for a dollar. Gangs, dressed in their respective colors, are standing on their corners and they are fully equipped with pocket knives, some even with guns. The area feels dangerous to most people. But to The Bronx Bomber, it’s home. The Bronx Bomber is standing in front of his beaten down house, wearing a New York Yankees jersey and some baggy blue jeans. He also has a white and black bandana wrapped around his head. The Bronx Bomber looks around his block. He notices the camera and the cameraman hold up the camera.. He looks into the camera and begins to speak.
Bronx Bomber: Camera guy, you’re back with that damn camera. You a real brave mother f*cker aint you. Surprised those gang members didn’t kick your ass. This place hasn’t improved much since the last time you were here. This crap is too much aint it. F*cking code of the streets. Survive by any means how. The girls sell their asses to fat f*cks who can’t get laid. The dudes rob guys for money, even if it’s for a God damn nickel. That’s the code of the f*cking streets. Survive however you can.
Bronx Bomber begins to pace around, watching the surrounding around him. He shakes his head in disappointing. He realizes what his neighborhood has become. He realizes what his life has become. A loud booming noise is sounded, and the cameras show a man fall down holding his ribs. A group of guys begin to run down the street when they hear the sound of police sirens.
Bronx Bomber: There they go, running for their lives. Just like my first opponent will do. Ya you heard me boy. The Bronx Bomber will make his in ring debut against a man by the name of Justin Tyger. I heard about this dude. I read his bio. He grew up in the streets just like I did. His dad beat his ass just like mine did. But bro, you aint as tough as me. You aint as dangerous as me you $$$$$. You aint as violent as me. You have no idea what I can do to you. No idea. I am the mother f*cking Bronx Bomber.
The Bronx Bomber pulls out a carton for cigarettes from his pocket and he also pulls out a lighter. He lights the cigarette and smokes it, slowly inhaling the smoke and then slowly exhaling the smoke into the polluted air. He removes the cigarette from his mouth and holds it between his fingers.
Bronx Bomber: I’m leaving this God damn f*ck hole know as the Bronx and I’m trying to make a name for myself in WFWF. I will do whatever the f*ck it takes to be at the top of the ladder. Even if that means killing a mother f*cker in the ring, I will do it. And I will do it proudly. This aint no game to me Justin Tyger. I seen you lick your own blood in a match. You’re a crazy mother f*cker. But I swear to God I will beat your damn ass.
The Bronx Bomber puts out his cigarette. Cars are driving by in the streets, some rubber necking looking at the cameraman filming this segment. The Bronx Bomber has a mean looks on his face. He looks dead at the camera.
Bronx Bomber: Your ass will be beat, Justin Tyger. Just because you think you’re a tuff mother f*cker, doesn’t mean you are. Just because you’ve been arrested doesn’t make you hood. I am hood. I am feared by everyone in these streets. I wrote the code of the streets, Tyger. Let’s see if you can beat my ass. Let’s see if you can hang with be bro. Let’s see you beat me down so bad that you get the 1-2-3 on me. You can’t do it. I am untouchable. Finally, the whole world will see what I can do. And you will be my first victim. Even if that means I have to kill you in the ring. I will do it. And I will proudly do it.
The camera fades.
