Post by Bryce Bridges on Jul 6, 2010 11:01:43 GMT -6
The scene opens up to a dark alley. Broken beer bottles and empty assorted boxes of alcohol brands litter the evil pathway. In the background, the nightlife seems to be in full swing, with people walking and light shining everywhere other than this unfortunate section of concrete and trash. This part of land, in a city where the underlying motive is to party, is home to the homeless and passed out drunks. Inside of the society of alley sleeping hobos, is one man who is still awake. He is sitting against the wall and he seems to be in a state of deep stunning depression. This man, undoubtedly a shell of his former self, is Bryce Bridges. He is sporting a full beard and long brown hair. He has a bottle of beer in his palms and he seems somewhat fatigued. He pays no attention to the camera that is panning in on him. He takes a big swig from the bottle and throws it onto the ground, breaking it in the process. Bryce begins to speak.
===Bryce Bridges===
It has never been harder… living on the Edge of Seventeen. You see while I was gone, I was in North Korea. Now I should have seen this coming from my sick, sadistic bosses, but I thought, just for a moment that The Sedition was off of my back. The idea that all of the mental torment and physical altercations were behind us was placed into my mind via Michael Saint standing up to you guys while I stood in the background. Well once I let that thought enter into my mind, the thought of peace with Rev and Gladiator, I underplayed their so-called sense of humor. A sense of humor that finds that falsely accused international terrorism is funny. Especially when the country that administrates the punishment is a country of communism, strict-lifestyles, and pure bat-shit insanity, twenty-four seven. Yea, that is definitely Comedy Central style funny right there. However, the knee-slapping comedy that everybody enjoys from time to time is only available to Rev and Gladiator when there is something incredibly twisted and wrong with the situation. An example is the fact that during my time in North Korea, I was tortured and damn near killed. Rev and Gladiator found this quite funny when I arrived back in SWA on last weeks show. They seemed to find it comedic that my once boyish charm and cocky attitude that plagued my being, has now been replaced by pain and anguish. However, that is what I get, no… that is what I deserve for looking away from the Sedition as a problem. And they made sure, that I would never make that mistake again.
Bryce looks up at the camera. You are now able to see all of his face, showing that fatigue and pain through his expressions on his face.
===Bryce Bridges===
Once upon a time, Bryce Bridges resided from the Edge of Seventeen, quoting songs and relating everything to pop culture. Once upon a time, I thought that I could take on the world. Once upon a time, I was 17. Well everybody has to grow up some day, and I don’t think that The Sedition can handle me now. For you see, the dirty prisons of North Korea have forged a man out of those “once upon a time” stories. It used to be that I had the power to “concuss with my kicks”
Bryce gives an extremely weak looking kick, looking as if he was a special kid on the school’s soccer team.
===Bryce Bridges===
“And I KO, with my elbow.”
He gives a little chuckle and runs his fingers through his hair and returns back to his serious nature.
===Bryce Bridges===
Well now, everything I do is god damn deadly. However, there is more about me then a few new attacks in my arsenal. No, no, no. There is still one big difference. I have become angry and vengeful. I used to be all about the main event, and I still seek it, however, now, that is only a side mission. You see, I have a true vendetta. I only have one true objective in SWA in this day and age. And that is to get to The Sedition, and take them out.
Bryce stands up and wipes some dirt off of him.
===Bryce Bridges===
Now, this week I have a match. Do I know who I will be facing? No. Does it matter? No. All I can hope for is that the Sedition is watching so that they can catch a mere glimpse at what is to come. Line them up, Rev and Gladiator. Go ahead; put your minions in my way. Nothing will stop me. I am on a rage that cannot be contained. Even if I fail for a moment, don’t think that it is the end result. Because on this main voyage of ending The Sedition, failure is not an option. It is a physical impossibility for you to stop me. You have crossed B Double for the last time. And as most wrestlers seek gold and even fans, I am only seeking one thing. And that is for The Sedition to taste my pain. To become nothing more than a stain on my wrestling gear. Rev and Gladiator will fall, and I don’t need the “In-Crowd” to tell me that either. It is set in stone, so I suggest that you guys give up because stalling the inevitable will only piss me off more.
Out of nowhere, a cell phone rings. Bryce reaches in his pocket and pulls out a phone. He looks at it for a second and then answers
===Bryce Bridges===
Yea… alright… tag team match? Against who?... Got Milk? You got to be fucking kidding me. Who is my partner?... Who? Never heard of him. Screw it…
Bryce closes the phone and takes a deep breath. He puts it back in his pocket.
===Bryce Bridges===
So… The Sedition has booked me in a tag team match against “Got Milk?”. Whatever. I will tear them apart, skin from utter, utter to bone. It is sad that The Sedition must start at the bottom of the barrel to try and stop me. They will realize how sad this attempt to calm me when the twin cows begin to shout out in pain, not in moos. And my partner? Couldn’t care less. He can be old, he can be young, he can be black, he can be white, hell, he can be just like me. It still wouldn’t matter. He won’t even be in the ring. Think of this as a handicapped match. Because the cows are roughly equal to a single person, and the rage that I will bring to the ring will quadruple my in ring skill that I had before my absence. Fuck my partner. He can think of this as a week of R-and-R. But then again, actions speak louder than words, and you will all see my actions this Saturday when I take the cows to the slaughterhouse.
Bryce pulls out his signature beanie. He stares at it for a while. Giving a blank stare as if looking into the soul of the skull cap. He wipes the dirt off of it and puts it on his head.
===Bryce Bridges===
Right now is when I would usually sign off with my signature phrase “Straight from the Hollywood Boulevard, from the Edge of Seventeen” blah, blah, blah. Those words mean nothing. New words will find their place. That’s a given. But until I find those words, The Sedition remains unforgiven.
Bryce walks out of the alley and into the streets. The camera begins to turn blurry and dark until turning completely black. The promo ends.
===Bryce Bridges===
It has never been harder… living on the Edge of Seventeen. You see while I was gone, I was in North Korea. Now I should have seen this coming from my sick, sadistic bosses, but I thought, just for a moment that The Sedition was off of my back. The idea that all of the mental torment and physical altercations were behind us was placed into my mind via Michael Saint standing up to you guys while I stood in the background. Well once I let that thought enter into my mind, the thought of peace with Rev and Gladiator, I underplayed their so-called sense of humor. A sense of humor that finds that falsely accused international terrorism is funny. Especially when the country that administrates the punishment is a country of communism, strict-lifestyles, and pure bat-shit insanity, twenty-four seven. Yea, that is definitely Comedy Central style funny right there. However, the knee-slapping comedy that everybody enjoys from time to time is only available to Rev and Gladiator when there is something incredibly twisted and wrong with the situation. An example is the fact that during my time in North Korea, I was tortured and damn near killed. Rev and Gladiator found this quite funny when I arrived back in SWA on last weeks show. They seemed to find it comedic that my once boyish charm and cocky attitude that plagued my being, has now been replaced by pain and anguish. However, that is what I get, no… that is what I deserve for looking away from the Sedition as a problem. And they made sure, that I would never make that mistake again.
Bryce looks up at the camera. You are now able to see all of his face, showing that fatigue and pain through his expressions on his face.
===Bryce Bridges===
Once upon a time, Bryce Bridges resided from the Edge of Seventeen, quoting songs and relating everything to pop culture. Once upon a time, I thought that I could take on the world. Once upon a time, I was 17. Well everybody has to grow up some day, and I don’t think that The Sedition can handle me now. For you see, the dirty prisons of North Korea have forged a man out of those “once upon a time” stories. It used to be that I had the power to “concuss with my kicks”
Bryce gives an extremely weak looking kick, looking as if he was a special kid on the school’s soccer team.
===Bryce Bridges===
“And I KO, with my elbow.”
He gives a little chuckle and runs his fingers through his hair and returns back to his serious nature.
===Bryce Bridges===
Well now, everything I do is god damn deadly. However, there is more about me then a few new attacks in my arsenal. No, no, no. There is still one big difference. I have become angry and vengeful. I used to be all about the main event, and I still seek it, however, now, that is only a side mission. You see, I have a true vendetta. I only have one true objective in SWA in this day and age. And that is to get to The Sedition, and take them out.
Bryce stands up and wipes some dirt off of him.
===Bryce Bridges===
Now, this week I have a match. Do I know who I will be facing? No. Does it matter? No. All I can hope for is that the Sedition is watching so that they can catch a mere glimpse at what is to come. Line them up, Rev and Gladiator. Go ahead; put your minions in my way. Nothing will stop me. I am on a rage that cannot be contained. Even if I fail for a moment, don’t think that it is the end result. Because on this main voyage of ending The Sedition, failure is not an option. It is a physical impossibility for you to stop me. You have crossed B Double for the last time. And as most wrestlers seek gold and even fans, I am only seeking one thing. And that is for The Sedition to taste my pain. To become nothing more than a stain on my wrestling gear. Rev and Gladiator will fall, and I don’t need the “In-Crowd” to tell me that either. It is set in stone, so I suggest that you guys give up because stalling the inevitable will only piss me off more.
Out of nowhere, a cell phone rings. Bryce reaches in his pocket and pulls out a phone. He looks at it for a second and then answers
===Bryce Bridges===
Yea… alright… tag team match? Against who?... Got Milk? You got to be fucking kidding me. Who is my partner?... Who? Never heard of him. Screw it…
Bryce closes the phone and takes a deep breath. He puts it back in his pocket.
===Bryce Bridges===
So… The Sedition has booked me in a tag team match against “Got Milk?”. Whatever. I will tear them apart, skin from utter, utter to bone. It is sad that The Sedition must start at the bottom of the barrel to try and stop me. They will realize how sad this attempt to calm me when the twin cows begin to shout out in pain, not in moos. And my partner? Couldn’t care less. He can be old, he can be young, he can be black, he can be white, hell, he can be just like me. It still wouldn’t matter. He won’t even be in the ring. Think of this as a handicapped match. Because the cows are roughly equal to a single person, and the rage that I will bring to the ring will quadruple my in ring skill that I had before my absence. Fuck my partner. He can think of this as a week of R-and-R. But then again, actions speak louder than words, and you will all see my actions this Saturday when I take the cows to the slaughterhouse.
Bryce pulls out his signature beanie. He stares at it for a while. Giving a blank stare as if looking into the soul of the skull cap. He wipes the dirt off of it and puts it on his head.
===Bryce Bridges===
Right now is when I would usually sign off with my signature phrase “Straight from the Hollywood Boulevard, from the Edge of Seventeen” blah, blah, blah. Those words mean nothing. New words will find their place. That’s a given. But until I find those words, The Sedition remains unforgiven.
Bryce walks out of the alley and into the streets. The camera begins to turn blurry and dark until turning completely black. The promo ends.
