Post by ICW on Jul 6, 2006 11:32:09 GMT -5
The scene opens to a familiar Bronx, New York setting. The air smells like garbage. The street corners are filled with drug dealers who sell any type of drugs to lowlifes. The hookers walk up and down the street for one reason and one reason only. To pull over a man or sometimes even a woman, and have sex with them for money. Selling their bodies for 100 dollars. It’s unbelievable. These people have nothing going for them but sadness. The drug dealers and hookers forgot how to love others and most of all…. themselves. They will do anything to survive these streets. Some sell drugs. Some sell their bodies. Some kill others for a little bit of cash. Killing a person for some cash. One man used to do all of this. One man used to rob others. He used to be a nobody. But he’s not a nobody anymore. The cameras then shoot to the infamous house of The Bronx Bomber. Bomber is outside, sitting on his steps, wearing this usual Yankees jersey and a white and black bandana. Also some blue jeans with some worn out sneakers. Bomber looks around. He is not happy. But he looks down to his shoulder and smiles. A smile a wide as an ocean. He’s smiling at his Internet championship. He begins to suddenly speak.
Bronx Bomber: The streets. This is were I live. This is were all of my life I tried to survive. This is were I did anything to feed myself. All I ever known how to do is be violent. Violence is a hell of a thing. Like I said last time, I always had this weird feeling inside me. It was the urge to beat someone’s ass. It was rage. My first victim, Justin Tyger, he only felt a bit of my rage. Same goes for that intellectually- disabled Ninja I face. Then came the big Triple Threat Match, all three participants wanting to win *Holds up Internet title* this. I decided to do it. I fully unleashed my rage. I let it take control of me. I became a monster. Just a pure monster. And I did what I said since I came here. I was gonna make a name for myself in WFWF. And what a better way to do it than to beat two other guys in one match to become the Internet champion.
Bronx Bomber gets up from the steps he was sitting on. He looks around and suddenly closes his eyes. It seems that he is trying to soak in his surrounding. Like he’s taking a mental picture. He opens his eyes. He then looks at his Internet Championship. Just then in the scene is a poor man trying to run. Right behind him are four gang members tackling the man from behind. Bomber doesn’t even acknowledge them. Instead he begins to speak.
Bronx Bomber: My next victim is a man named “The Dragon” Tony. What the f**k kind of a name is The Dragon? I heard this dude is going around telling people he’s definitely gonna win my Internet title and he’s gonna beat my ass to do it. He’s not afraid of a fight. But bro, you should be afraid of this fight. I’m not like anyone you have ever faced before. You can go around and be cocky. You can go around telling the boys in the back that you aint afraid of this fight. But you’re only fooling yourself. Because you know what I have done in the past. I destroyed everyone of my opponents. Because you see they all thought that they were gonna beat me. They kept telling people that they’re not afraid of me. But ya know what? They were.
Bomber takes out a pack of cigarettes. He takes a cigarette out and also a lighter. Bomber lights his cigarette and puts it in his mouth. He slowly inhales the smoker. Then he removes the cigarette from his mouth and slowly exhales the smoke. He hold the cigarette in his hand.
Bronx Bomber: Dragon, I even heard you f**king burned a Yankees jersey. Bro I know what your trying to do. Your trying to scare me away. But bro, I aint scared of you at all. You say when the smoke clears you will be the one left standing with my Internet title. Keep dreaming brotha. I swear to God you made a mistake. Because I will beat the holy hell out of you. I will make you bleed. I will make you tap out to my katahajime. Your face is gonna turn blue. Your tongue will hang out of you mouth. And when you tap I will just look at you limp body… and I will laugh. I will laugh my f**king ass off.
Bomber then leans against a brick wall filled with graffiti. He then puts out this cigarette.
Bronx Bomber: So are you ready for the beating for you life? Because I will not be defeated. I won’t. I’m not a bitch Tony. I won’t go down like a punk. I am not afraid of you. So ask yourself this: Are you really not afraid of this fight? Because brotha ya should be. I will do whatever it takes to destroy you. Even if that means killing you… I will do it. You want to do something that no one else has ever done… you’re trying to actually beat me. So all I gotta say is this. Come and try to beat me. I dare you. Because come match time, when me and you meet face to f**king face… you will be shaking. You will be scared. You will be beaten. Then you will learn that you had no idea who you were facing. No idea.
Bronx Bomber: The streets. This is were I live. This is were all of my life I tried to survive. This is were I did anything to feed myself. All I ever known how to do is be violent. Violence is a hell of a thing. Like I said last time, I always had this weird feeling inside me. It was the urge to beat someone’s ass. It was rage. My first victim, Justin Tyger, he only felt a bit of my rage. Same goes for that intellectually- disabled Ninja I face. Then came the big Triple Threat Match, all three participants wanting to win *Holds up Internet title* this. I decided to do it. I fully unleashed my rage. I let it take control of me. I became a monster. Just a pure monster. And I did what I said since I came here. I was gonna make a name for myself in WFWF. And what a better way to do it than to beat two other guys in one match to become the Internet champion.
Bronx Bomber gets up from the steps he was sitting on. He looks around and suddenly closes his eyes. It seems that he is trying to soak in his surrounding. Like he’s taking a mental picture. He opens his eyes. He then looks at his Internet Championship. Just then in the scene is a poor man trying to run. Right behind him are four gang members tackling the man from behind. Bomber doesn’t even acknowledge them. Instead he begins to speak.
Bronx Bomber: My next victim is a man named “The Dragon” Tony. What the f**k kind of a name is The Dragon? I heard this dude is going around telling people he’s definitely gonna win my Internet title and he’s gonna beat my ass to do it. He’s not afraid of a fight. But bro, you should be afraid of this fight. I’m not like anyone you have ever faced before. You can go around and be cocky. You can go around telling the boys in the back that you aint afraid of this fight. But you’re only fooling yourself. Because you know what I have done in the past. I destroyed everyone of my opponents. Because you see they all thought that they were gonna beat me. They kept telling people that they’re not afraid of me. But ya know what? They were.
Bomber takes out a pack of cigarettes. He takes a cigarette out and also a lighter. Bomber lights his cigarette and puts it in his mouth. He slowly inhales the smoker. Then he removes the cigarette from his mouth and slowly exhales the smoke. He hold the cigarette in his hand.
Bronx Bomber: Dragon, I even heard you f**king burned a Yankees jersey. Bro I know what your trying to do. Your trying to scare me away. But bro, I aint scared of you at all. You say when the smoke clears you will be the one left standing with my Internet title. Keep dreaming brotha. I swear to God you made a mistake. Because I will beat the holy hell out of you. I will make you bleed. I will make you tap out to my katahajime. Your face is gonna turn blue. Your tongue will hang out of you mouth. And when you tap I will just look at you limp body… and I will laugh. I will laugh my f**king ass off.
Bomber then leans against a brick wall filled with graffiti. He then puts out this cigarette.
Bronx Bomber: So are you ready for the beating for you life? Because I will not be defeated. I won’t. I’m not a bitch Tony. I won’t go down like a punk. I am not afraid of you. So ask yourself this: Are you really not afraid of this fight? Because brotha ya should be. I will do whatever it takes to destroy you. Even if that means killing you… I will do it. You want to do something that no one else has ever done… you’re trying to actually beat me. So all I gotta say is this. Come and try to beat me. I dare you. Because come match time, when me and you meet face to f**king face… you will be shaking. You will be scared. You will be beaten. Then you will learn that you had no idea who you were facing. No idea.