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Four angry men; four way fighting
Topic Started: Feb 2 2005, 07:35 PM (46 Views)
Brad
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“Well.”

We fade in, as is the norm, to Bradley Johnson, sat on one of his leather sofas. He looks a fair bit more relaxed now, and is in a ponderous mood. He looks at the camera for a few moments, before continuing

Johnson: Well, it’s not exactly what I was expecting. But, given the circumstances, it’s absolutely perfect.

A grin spreads across his face

Johnson: Déjà vu, February the sixth, 2005. Ultimate Endurance Championship. Bradley Johnson, Silent Rage, Swytch, and Brighty. Weapons legal. Four men, all of whom feel that they should be fighting for something more, put into this match to fill out the card. Four angry men, in a match with no rules.

He smiles again

Johnson: I’m willing to predict that none of us are overly fussed over the Ultimate Endurance Championship. A debuting title, thrown to four men who want something more. But, to be honest, Madison Lee isn’t that stupid. Stupid as she is, she isn’t that stupid. The Ultimate Endurance Championship? It’s window dressing. A little cherry that may or may not influence the effect of the pudding. True, someone may take it into their head to put in that little bit more for the title, but I doubt it. No, what you’re about to see is four men in the ring for the sole purpose of hurting each other.

He pauses for a moment

Johnson: Silent Rage. An alcoholic. A drunkard. A man disillusioned from the life that the Lord granted him. And only because of the life he has led has he become disillusioned from this gift. Silent Rage, Adam Newcope, whatever you want to call him. He’s a man with no interest in life. And that gives him a solid edge. He’s going into this match with one thing on his mind, and that’s to stiff the fuck out of anyone who he comes across in the match. He’s a shell of a human being. And it is for that reason that he is dangerous.

He pauses, and a small smile creeps over his lips

Johnson: Silent Rage is a competitor I respect. A former Global Heavyweight Champion. A man who once beat me, a man who I once beat. We’re equals, though no mark will ever tell you that. Fact of the matter is, Rage is on his way down, and I’m taking his place. But, for the moment, he and I are equals. Nothing really separates us. Our contest at Déjà vu will be a definitive highlight of the match.

He pauses, for a breath

Johnson: But, as a person, I deplore Adam Newcope. A soulless shell. A man ungrateful for the gifts God gave him. Adam Newcope is a man of no worth. And his decline is to continue, whether he wins or not. Fuck Adam Newcope. The world is moving on. And you’re being passed by.

He pauses, for effect

Johnson: Brighty. Brighty’s here to bright up your day, right? The jovial giant, the entertainment factor, right? Well, that may be what the fans see. But what I see? I see a fat, worthless hack, who was good enough for the minors, but can’t cut it in the big league. I see a lump of lard that does little more than stink up the hallowed hall of the wrestling ring. Why are you here, Brighty? Why?

He shakes his head

Johnson: Look at companies like WWE, Brighty. People like you are a dime to a dozen, as these Americans might say. And what do they get there? They get called boring and talentless. Kevin Nash, John Heidenreich, Test, Dave Batista, A-Train, Big Show, Viscera, Mark Henry… take your pick, all of them were viewed as boring. In the case of Big Show and A-Train, it’s a little unfair, they’re a poor man’s Jim O’Brien, which is a compliment, but anyways. You, for some reason, get applauded by these morons. You get cheered. These idiots mark out for a KFC-eating, hairy, sweaty, no-talent slob. That tells you everything you need to know about America, right there.

He shakes his head in disgust

Johnson: Even Madison Lee can see it. You don’t get booked. These people forget about you quickly. You’re a flash in the pan, Brighty. Mildly amusing to a few idiots, but not memorable. As a result, you’re not getting booked. And you’re royally pissed off, I’m sure. Which is why you’re in here with us schmucks. Four angry men, no rules. A lot of shit’s about to be beaten out of people. And you’ve got a lot more shit in you than most.

Again, a disgusted, dismissive shake of the head

Johnson: And then we come to Swytch. A hot property, so they tell us. A prospect. A prodigy. Tier’s protégé. Marketing spin, in my opinion, designed to draw attention away from the fact that he spends his free time wearing his Grandma’s clothes and smothering himself in peanut butter.

A laugh escapes Mr. Johnson’s lips, but he retains his composure

Johnson: Swytch had no aim in his life. There was no point to his existence. He just wandered, aimlessly, doing whatever life prompted him to do. He was, in simple terms, an innocent. He walked through the valley of darkness with no fear, no knowledge of what went on around him. But then, he met an agent of Satan. With his minimalist brain, Swytch was easy enough for Tier to corrupt. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish, and the tyranny of evil men. And Tier was very much the tyranny of evil men. So he corrupted Swytch. Led Swytch astray from the path he followed, that of the simple man, and made him something he wasn’t. The twisted monster that Swytch is today.

He takes a moment to take a breath, again, before continuing

Johnson: But, I don’t believe that Swytch is irredeemable. The damage Tier has done is great, but it can be reversed. But not at Déjà vu. At Déjà vu, Swytch is another angry man, thrown into the melting pot. The frustration he feels is on a level with that of the others in this match, and he is not to be taken lightly. I don’t seek to redeem him myself. His redemption must be a personal task. But, at Déjà vu, maybe I can set him back down the right path.

He takes a moment to ponder this, before continuing on

Johnson: Because, much like the other three men in this match, I seek to take out my own personal frustrations. I seek to hurt. I seek to destroy.

He leans forward, closer to the camera

Johnson: Because in this match, I’m no different to any of them. I’m a frustrated man, thrown into a situation he really doesn’t care for. I feel, much like Swytch, much like Brighty, much like Silent Rage, that I should be fighting for the Dual Crown Championship. But, though it’s what we all want, it’s what none of us have. We’re all in the same boat. But, I, for one, don’t like this boat.

He smiles

Johnson: And, I intend to put a beating on all those in this boat at Déjà vu. And I’m sure I’m not alone in that one. So, for once, I’m not going into a match to wrestle. I’m going in there to fight. Whether or not I win is irrelevant. I’m going out there to hurt someone. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger. You have been warned.

And with that, we fade to black
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