| Subject: Not The Same "Brawler" Anymore.... |
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Date Posted: 18:58:03 01/01/02 Tue
**The scene opens up on a TV screen. The screen shows a man on a jet ski ridin' waves on it. Various speed displays and what not surround him. It's a video game. In fact, it's Wave Race: Blue Storm for Game Cube. The man on the jet ski seems to be going good, as he's in 4th place. Then, outta NOWHERE, some FAT F*CK collides into him, spinning him wildly out of control into a bouy. An aggrivated scream is heard as the Nintendo controller flys toward the screen.....**
Brawler: F*CK THIS GAME!!!!!!!! BURN IN HELL AND DIE, YOU FAT F*CK!!!!!!!!!
Lisa: What's wrong Jake?
Brawler: This game. It sucks. This wasn't on my Christmas list. Where's Tony Hawk 3?
Lisa: You seem pissed.
Brawler: NO. Really? Cuz I thought yelling and screaming was a sign of HAPPINESS. Geez, Lisa, sometimes you scare me.
Lisa: Well...I got something that'll cheer you up, BIG TIME.
Brawler: No, baby, I ain't in the mood right now.
Lisa: No, you horny bastard. Look what came in the mail today!!!
** Brawler takes the envolope Lisa pulls out from her pocket and tears it open. His look goes from pissed, to suprise, to joy as he grabs Lisa and gives her a big fat kiss.**
Brawler: WHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! WE'RE BACK IN BUSINESS BABY!!!!!! Come! To the arena! Time to go to work!
**The scene fades to a red Viper RT-10 pulling into the HWA Arena lot. Brawler and Lisa Catera step out of the car and head past the security. The hustle and bustle in the halls of the arena reminds Brawler of a mere few months ago when he entered these doors for the first time. It has the same atmosphere as when he first started. He then began to wonder....does he have a match anytime soon? He tells Lisa to wait for him in his locker room while he goes to check out the bulletin board. When he arrives at the posted card for Fear, he notices a crowd of wrestlers around it already. One of which is his closest aquaintance here in the HWA, Bronx Bomber. He walks up to him and looks to say hi. Before he can say a word, Bomber whips around to face him...**
Bomber: Who the hell is Mystic?! Oh, hey man. What's goin' on?
Brawler: Hey. You have a match?
Bomber: Yeah, an so do you! Take a look man.
**Brawler pushes past the crowd of people to see his name next to his old rival Dow Jones, in a first blood match. Much to his likings. He then reads his name again: Brawler....it's been a few months since he's been called that. He sneers at the sound of it. He never really wanted to be called Brawler...it was just some crap gimmick thrown at him. He doesn't even like it that much. His name isnt even Jack Brown. He's Jake Tanner, and proud of it. Living under the name Brawler suddenly started to bother him a lot.**
Bomber: You alright, man? You suddenly seem very pissed.
Brawler: What do you think of the name Brawler? Really, be honest.
Bomber: Honest?
Brawler: Yeah.
Bomber: ......It sucks.
Brawler: I knew it! That's why I haven't gained any respect around here. My name is not Brawler. It's Jake Tanner, god dammit!!! I'll be back!!!
**Jake Tanner, a.k.a. Brawler, storms away from the bulletin board with a purpose. He makes his way through the halls of the HWA Arena searching for something. Finally, he comes to the door of Ace Jenkins, the man who stuck him with his name. In a fit of rage, he kicks down the door to find Ace sitting on the desk talking into his phone...**
Ace: GAAAAA!!!
Jake Tanner: Alright, you pencil-neck little twerp!! Hang up the phone now!
Ace: Ummm...O.K. I'll call you back.
Jake Tanner: Aight, listen to me. (grabs Ace by the collar of his shirt) There's a change that needs to be made here.
Ace: Take your hands off of me before I call security!
**Jake lifts Ace up so that his head smashes through the ceiling. He brings him back down swiftly.**
Ace: Or have it your way.
Jake Tanner: I ain't your little puppet anymore, Ace. I can't take this "Brawler" gimmick anymore!
Ace: So...your quitting?
Jake Tanner: No, dumbass. Just shut up and listen. My name is JAKE TANNER. From now on, Brawler doesn't even exist anymore! Get it?
Ace: Fine. Sure thing...........Ya know....there are easier ways to ask for things like that around here, ya know?
Jake Tanner: Yes, this is true. But those methods aren't as fun, are they?
**The man once known as Brawler, Jake Tanner tosses Ace over his desk back into his chair. He storms out stepping over the broken door. Now that that is taken care of, Jake has other matters to worry about. He stops by his locker room to pick up Lisa, but not without first ripping the name brawler off of the door. "C'mon, we're goin' to the interview room." The duo once again navagate the halls of the HWA Arena until they get to the interview rooms. Jake Tanner peeks through each of them until he finds an old "friend", Max Wulf...**
Max Wulf: Hey Brawler! Good to see ya!
Jake Tanner: That's not my name anymore. Sit down, shut up, and give me an interview.
Max Wulf: Whoa, O.K.! Geez, man, lighten up a little! Cameras are ready and we're on in 3...2...1........Hello HWA fans! I'm Max Wulf here once again with the man they call Brawler.
Brawler: You dumb f*ck. I told you, that's not my name anymore. My name is Jake Tanner. Now go 'head. Start askin'.
Max Wulf: Fine. JAKE TANNER, this coming Friday, you face off against your old nemesis, Dow Jones, a man who's career you almost ended. Not only do you get to face him once again, you get to compete with him in a First Blood match. What are your thoughts on this?
Jake Tanner: Only one word comes to mind when I think about Dow Jones: PUSSY. In every match I've butted heads with him, he's used dirty tactics. Tell me, Dow. I'm sure you'll see this sooner or later...how did it feel while you were soaring in mid-air when I threw you off of the HWA Tron? It wasn't pleasant, was it? You want a piece of me more than anyone in this federation. I will make you BLEED, boy. I plan on making you suffer. I'm not the same man you knew since we've last met. I'm not just a "Brawler" anymore. My name is JAKE TANNER. I am the toughest son of a bitch you will EVER MEET. I wish it was Friday already, because I want to spread your blood all over the arena. You want some Dow? Come get your revenge. I dare you. C'mon Lisa.
**Jake Tanner grabs Lisa Catera by the hand and they leave.**
Max Wulf: Some strong words from the Madman From Queens. It seems Dow Jones is gonna have one hell of a mountian to climb on Friday. This is Max Wulf, and I'll see you then.
**The scene fades to black...**
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