Post by ICW on Jul 13, 2006 18:05:43 GMT -5
The scene opens to a familiar Bronx, New York setting. The setting is as gloomy as ever. Sadness. Anger. All the emotions that occupy the streets. The air smells like garbage. Sickening and repulsive. One whiff of the air makes you want to throw up. Stray dogs wondering the streets begin to bark and howl. Hookers sell their bodies. Drug dealers sell drugs. All of a sudden, a man begins to yell violently and points a knife to another mans throat. What just occurred was someone getting robbed. Robbery. It sounds oh so familiar to one man. Getting something you have and care for getting snatched away in a matter of seconds. Robbery. The cameras the shoot a very familiar house. A man dressed in his Yankee Jersey, blue jeans, and sneakers is leaning over his steel fence. He is pissed off. His face shows nothing but anger. His body is tense. His fist is clenching. He is the Bronx Bomber.
Bronx Bomber: I can’t believe what the f**k happened. It shouldn’t have been that way. It shouldn’t have been that way God damn it. I gave it everything I had. I let my ruthlessness fully get unleashed. I wanted to get my f**king hand raised and walk out that damn crap hole arena with MY TV Title. I guess things don’t work out the way ya want them too. I LOST THE THING THAT I FOUGHT SO HARD FOR. I SACRIFICED MY BODY TO WIN SOMETHING THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME. And you come and take my Internet Title? F**king bull crap.
Bomber spits on the ground before fully standing erect on his own two feet. He is pissed off. He is mad. He looks around his hood and just stares coldly at the surroundings around him. Disgust is the only word for it. Pure disgust.
Bronx Bomber: The next match is a non-title Barefoot Thumbtacks match. The most brutal match I have EVER been involved in. Tacks laying all over the ring. I can’t wait. I can’t wait till I get my hands on you Tony. Because I swear to God you will not make it out that building alive. I will hurt you. I will make you sweat. I will make you bleed. I will make you cry. I will single handily destroy you. I will take a tack and poke you right in the f**king eye. I will make you blind. I will make the color of your eyes disappear. You’re gonna be screaming in absolute agony. Blood gushing out of every single part of you body. You will be wishing that you can end this match. You just had to piss me off didn’t ya?
Bomber begins to laugh. Laughing like a mad man. He pulls out a pocket knife. He pulls out the blade. The blade is so pointy. Bomber then slightly cuts himself on his palm. Blood begins to appear. Bomber then just stares at the blood.
Bronx Bomb: Ya see this? This is blood. It will be pouring out of you like water out of a fountain. You will be begging for my mercy. But I won’t give you any. I won’t give you mercy. Instead I will just look at you… and laugh. Then when you’re lying in your own pool of blood… I will spit on your limp body. Because you pissed me off the last time we meet. You took my Internet Title. When you took my Internet Title… you signed a death warrant. I will kick your ass to no end. And I will do it proudly. I can’t wait to see you after our match. Blood all over yourself… and me standing with the Internet title. I will do whatever it takes. I will choke you until you turn blue. Beat you so bad that your entire body will be covered with bruises. I will make you remember the night you pissed me off. And I will make you pay for the night you pissed me off. Adios Tony. Because after our match… I don’t think you will be around that much.