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Author: Balls?! |
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Date Posted: 20:11:16 01/25/02 Fri The street light turns green. Brain Child pulls his foot off the brake and places it on the gas. He starts down the main drag in his hometown of Mays Landing. He is listening to classical music. Nothing like listening to a piece by Bach to clear your mind. BC closes his eyes for a few seconds. He hears the blaring of a car horn. He opens his eyes and swerves just before the head on collision can take place! I have been uptight the past 24 hours; ever since i found out that i am facing Suicide for the owa hardcore title at Carnage! But it's not fear, mind you. I am worried about the little kids watching Monday night. After seeing just how far i must go to beat Suicide; what i have to do in order to take this sorry excuse for a human being out! What kind of psychological turmoil is it going to cause them? BC reaches into his console and extracts a cd. I hope you like heavy music. The cd cover is Ozzy's Diary of a Madman. He opens the case, pulls out the cd, reaches over and ejects the Bach cd from his stereo all while keeping his eyes on the road. BC slides in the Ozzy cd, places the Bach cd into its proper case, and returns it to the console, all the while still keeping his eyes glued to the road. Over The Mountain begins its opening drum part. As the song kicks in, BC starts to head bang. His car swerves left and right. He then turns onto a one way street. He reaches over and turns the voume down more than half way. He talks a little loud, in order for everyone to hear. I can promise 2 things this Monday night. One is that i will not take responsibility for my actions at Carnage. The second is that i will walk out of the Richmond Coliseum the first owa hardcore champion! He pulls the car to a stop in front of a small home. It has a broken down stairway leading up to the half caved in porch. The windows are all boarded up. A black cat is walking down the steps. BC looks over at the camera man with a huge smile. Don't worry; this isn't where i live. This is where i prepare for matches. They get out of the car. By now the black cat has made it to the bottom and is rubbing up against the camera man's pant leg. BC reaches down and pets the cat with a few strokes. Hey Blackie; did you miss me boy? BC looks up at camera. I named him after the lead singer and bassist for WASP, Blackie Lawless. Come on! BC pats the camera man on the shoulder and runs up the stair way, missing all the broken boards along the way. He then jumps across the porch, kicking the front door in at the same time. He yells back to the camera man. YOU CAN'T WALK ON THE PORCH! YOU WILL FALL RIGHT THROUGH! The camera man finally makes his way to the inside of the house. There are cobwebs everywhere, holes in the floor, and a good 3 inches of dust on everything that hasn't been moved in the last month or so since BC's last visit. BC walks over to a door. He opens it, and disappears behind it. It sounds like a stairway. The camera man follows. The stairs lead to the basement. Once at the bottom, the camera man cannot believe his eyes. The place is immaculate! A bar, pool table, leather sectional couch, entertainment system....it was like a whole different house! BC walks over behind the bar. I would offer you a drink, but all i have are Club Sodas and spring water. The camera man sets the camera down on the pool table. He walks over to the bar. Spring water would be great. I have to ask, though. Who owns this place? BC sets the water on top of the bar. This is where i grew up. My parents passed away when i was 16. I quit school, got a job, and lived here until i started my wrestling career. But your history states- Never mind that. I doctored it up to make it look good. Anyway, i went back and got my GED. I still pay the taxes on this place in order to keep it. The city wants to tear it down. They say it's an eye sore. But i get such a rush when i come here, so i make it back whenever i can. You said this is where you prepare for matches? BC holds up an index finger. He walks over to a door. He pushes on it, and the whole wall slides open, revealing a work out room with all kinds of weight training equipment. The walls are plastered with pictures of wrestling superstars from the amateur world, unknown to most. A telephone rings. BC walks over towards the bar. You have a working telephone? Well, i guess if all of THIS is possible.... BC picks up the phone. Yo; hey Mike, what's going on? Yeah i'll be here all weekend. Sure, come on over. Keep in mind i need to get in some training though sometime. Ok, later. BC returns the handset to the cradle. Some friends from the hood wanna come over and catch up a little. So i will cut this short. Thanks for taking the time to come in and see the pad. Next time you're in town, look me up! The camera man laughs as he retrieves his camera from the pool table. I'm just kidding, man. Great talking with you. And one more thing for Suicide. TO BE SHOWN RESPECT, YOU MUST EARN IT FIRST! This Monday night i will show you just how much i am respected, when i give you all the chances in the world to earn it! [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |