Post by Bruce Bolt on Jan 21, 2003 11:20:59 GMT -5
The scene opens outside of a locker room. The sign on the door reads 'Bruce Bolt'. The camera man opens the door and enters. Bruce Bolt is sitting on the sofa watching NWE TV. The camera moves in the direction of the TV. Martz is shown on the screen revealing Team Virus. The camera moves back towards Bolt. Bolt pauses the screen with a picture of Team Virus at the end of their promo. Bolt leans back and puts his arms on top of his head. He then turns to the camera to speak...
[glow=blue,2,100%]"So, Martz has finally brought his little buddies to the NWE. Excuse me Martz, but I'm far from impressed. Those two are what you've been ranting about? Before I get to those goons I think I need to address what happened at Perfection last week."
"Blaze and I lost our titles last month because of your cheating ways and that crappy ending to the Hell's Kitchen match. We let it slide. We got our rematch and we were ready to take back what was ours. Everything was going great until you hit everyone in that ring with a chair. Like I said when I visited Shock in the hospital, you must be a total idiot. You think you can screw the greatest tag team of all time out of the titles twice and get away with it? Well, you're sadly mistaken punk."[/glow]
Bolt looks at the TV screen.
[glow=blue,2,100%]"So is that why you have that?"[/glow]
Bolt points at the TV screen and the frozen image of Team Virus.
[glow=blue,2,100%]"You need those two to help you out? Here's some advice for you Martz. In the future maybe you should think before you go and do something stupid. Instead of having three men like me, Blaze, and Shock ready to kill you and hiring two big goofs to protect you, maybe you should just not upset us at all. But, that's for the future. Right now, it looks like you have your mind made up. So, these guys will be ringside this week."[/glow]
Bolt stares at the screen.
[glow=blue,2,100%]"Well, let's take a look at these two. First we have Hardway, a wreck less, careless, destructive individual. Oh and one more thing he's not intelligent at all. I can tell he's the type that's all talk. When he gets in the ring he tries everything he can to bring pain. But in the end, he falls hard when you make him use his tiny little brain. Hardway should learn that there's much more to wrestling than just 'beating the living crap out of everyone who comes into the ring' and 'grabbing them by the throat, choking them, and slamming their bodies to the ground'. If Hardway sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, I'll just have to show him how stupid he really is. You're not going to do watever you want here in the NWE. I'll make sure of it. Try me, you'll just find out the 'Hardway'."
"And who else do we have? Oh yeah some giant moron named Big Red Man. Wow, what's to say? He's big, he's red, and I guess he's a man. Hmmm...Why is he red? A rash? A sunburn? Who the hell cares? This guy should learn that size isn't everything. I don't care if you're five foot or eight foot. Either way, I'll chop you down. I've proved that size means absolutely nothing many times before. In the past few months I beat both members of TWD who are no midgets themselves."
"So Martz you three will damage my career. Already admitting you can't handle me yourself? I think so. I know it, you know it, and everyone else knows it. I'm too much for you. I'm not stupid. I know what's going on. Those two goons aren't going to be ringside just to be your managers. Who are you trying to kid? You need them to stop me from breaking every bone in your pathetic body. I'm warning you and your excuse for a posse. If you try and screw me again, I'll break all three of you. I'll..."[/glow]
The phone rings. Bolt reaches over and answers.
[glow=blue,2,100%]"So, Martz has finally brought his little buddies to the NWE. Excuse me Martz, but I'm far from impressed. Those two are what you've been ranting about? Before I get to those goons I think I need to address what happened at Perfection last week."
"Blaze and I lost our titles last month because of your cheating ways and that crappy ending to the Hell's Kitchen match. We let it slide. We got our rematch and we were ready to take back what was ours. Everything was going great until you hit everyone in that ring with a chair. Like I said when I visited Shock in the hospital, you must be a total idiot. You think you can screw the greatest tag team of all time out of the titles twice and get away with it? Well, you're sadly mistaken punk."[/glow]
Bolt looks at the TV screen.
[glow=blue,2,100%]"So is that why you have that?"[/glow]
Bolt points at the TV screen and the frozen image of Team Virus.
[glow=blue,2,100%]"You need those two to help you out? Here's some advice for you Martz. In the future maybe you should think before you go and do something stupid. Instead of having three men like me, Blaze, and Shock ready to kill you and hiring two big goofs to protect you, maybe you should just not upset us at all. But, that's for the future. Right now, it looks like you have your mind made up. So, these guys will be ringside this week."[/glow]
Bolt stares at the screen.
[glow=blue,2,100%]"Well, let's take a look at these two. First we have Hardway, a wreck less, careless, destructive individual. Oh and one more thing he's not intelligent at all. I can tell he's the type that's all talk. When he gets in the ring he tries everything he can to bring pain. But in the end, he falls hard when you make him use his tiny little brain. Hardway should learn that there's much more to wrestling than just 'beating the living crap out of everyone who comes into the ring' and 'grabbing them by the throat, choking them, and slamming their bodies to the ground'. If Hardway sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, I'll just have to show him how stupid he really is. You're not going to do watever you want here in the NWE. I'll make sure of it. Try me, you'll just find out the 'Hardway'."
"And who else do we have? Oh yeah some giant moron named Big Red Man. Wow, what's to say? He's big, he's red, and I guess he's a man. Hmmm...Why is he red? A rash? A sunburn? Who the hell cares? This guy should learn that size isn't everything. I don't care if you're five foot or eight foot. Either way, I'll chop you down. I've proved that size means absolutely nothing many times before. In the past few months I beat both members of TWD who are no midgets themselves."
"So Martz you three will damage my career. Already admitting you can't handle me yourself? I think so. I know it, you know it, and everyone else knows it. I'm too much for you. I'm not stupid. I know what's going on. Those two goons aren't going to be ringside just to be your managers. Who are you trying to kid? You need them to stop me from breaking every bone in your pathetic body. I'm warning you and your excuse for a posse. If you try and screw me again, I'll break all three of you. I'll..."[/glow]
The phone rings. Bolt reaches over and answers.