Post by ICW on Jun 28, 2006 20:39:09 GMT -5
The scene opens to a familiar Bronx, New York setting. Outside, people struggle to survive. Hookers selling their bodies to men, who are nothing more but disgusting lowlifes. The gangsters are out and are ready to do the normal things that they do every night. To them, robbing people and even killing people is a normal night out. To them, it’s normal. The streets are littered. Walls gratified with numerous gang tags. Houses barley standing. The people who live inside those houses are dirt. No friends. No family. No one to love them. They have no job. They have no money. Our cameras then shoot to a familiar house. The house is The Bronx Bomber’s house. He is outside, standing in front of his house. He looks around, as if he is soaking everything in. His life flashing before his eyes. He looks into the camera, not sense of happiness. Bomber is wearing his usual Yankee jersey and blue baggy jeans. His head wrapped around with a blue and white bandana. He begins to speak.
Bronx Bomber: Back to this hell hole huh, cameraman. Ya know, I think you are the bravest mother f**ker I know. Coming here with a camera and crap. Balls. It takes balls. It’s funny because you have more balls then the guys I have faced in the WFWF. I destroyed Justin Tyger. What a **** he is. I f**king killed him in that ring. I said I would have no problem doing it. When I was beating that $$$$$ up I felt something weird inside me. I tried to ignore it. I tried to let it pass, which it did. At least I thought it did.
Bomber looks around, of course disgusted at what he sees. Bums sleeping in the corner of what seems like a dark abyss. Drunks and drugies walking around like they have a stick shoved up their assess. Cars rocking from the sex the hookers sell. This is normal. This is life around here.
Bronx Bomber: This feeling came back. During my match with Black Ninja, who has a f**king disgusting gimmick by the way, I felt that feeling. I tried to control it but it did get the best of me. I know what that feeling was. It was rage. Ruthless rage. Ya see, when I wrestled Tyger and Ninja I was trying to unleash that rage, but apart of me was trying to control it. It was a f**Ked up feeling. But I have learned to love my rage. I’m not afraid to use it. When I use it, I am dangerous. Dangerous.
Bomber has a intense look on his face. He cracks his knuckles a few time. He then looks right into the camera. Not even blinking. Not even the sounds of gun shots, or people screaming in horror, makes the Bronx Bomber turn away.
Bronx Bomber: I am one f**king win away from becoming something. One step away from becoming The Internet Champion. And I have to face off against two other guys. An old school illegal immigrant and some bunghole who is cocky. Those two dudes are not better than me. They seen what I did to Tyger and Ninja. And they know I’m gonna do it to them. I’m so close I can physically taste it. It’s just a matter of time. A matter of time before I become someone. A matter of time before I become the Internet Champion. And I will do anything to win. Even if it means killing those mother f**kers in the ring, I will do it. And I will do it proudly. Nothing is gonna keep me from winning. Nothing.
The cameras fade.
Bronx Bomber: Back to this hell hole huh, cameraman. Ya know, I think you are the bravest mother f**ker I know. Coming here with a camera and crap. Balls. It takes balls. It’s funny because you have more balls then the guys I have faced in the WFWF. I destroyed Justin Tyger. What a **** he is. I f**king killed him in that ring. I said I would have no problem doing it. When I was beating that $$$$$ up I felt something weird inside me. I tried to ignore it. I tried to let it pass, which it did. At least I thought it did.
Bomber looks around, of course disgusted at what he sees. Bums sleeping in the corner of what seems like a dark abyss. Drunks and drugies walking around like they have a stick shoved up their assess. Cars rocking from the sex the hookers sell. This is normal. This is life around here.
Bronx Bomber: This feeling came back. During my match with Black Ninja, who has a f**king disgusting gimmick by the way, I felt that feeling. I tried to control it but it did get the best of me. I know what that feeling was. It was rage. Ruthless rage. Ya see, when I wrestled Tyger and Ninja I was trying to unleash that rage, but apart of me was trying to control it. It was a f**Ked up feeling. But I have learned to love my rage. I’m not afraid to use it. When I use it, I am dangerous. Dangerous.
Bomber has a intense look on his face. He cracks his knuckles a few time. He then looks right into the camera. Not even blinking. Not even the sounds of gun shots, or people screaming in horror, makes the Bronx Bomber turn away.
Bronx Bomber: I am one f**king win away from becoming something. One step away from becoming The Internet Champion. And I have to face off against two other guys. An old school illegal immigrant and some bunghole who is cocky. Those two dudes are not better than me. They seen what I did to Tyger and Ninja. And they know I’m gonna do it to them. I’m so close I can physically taste it. It’s just a matter of time. A matter of time before I become someone. A matter of time before I become the Internet Champion. And I will do anything to win. Even if it means killing those mother f**kers in the ring, I will do it. And I will do it proudly. Nothing is gonna keep me from winning. Nothing.
The cameras fade.
