Post by black on Apr 24, 2007 19:52:07 GMT -6
It is around 11:15 P.M., in a small town located in North Carolina. We find Lee at the bar wearing black jeans and boots, a brown leather jacket and black t-shirt underneath. Lee is at the bar having a beer and smoking a cig. There aren't many people at the bar being it a small town and the time it is. The bartender seems to know Lee well as he continues to talk to him while wiping down the counter. Lee is just trying to take an easy when a nobody tries to start something with him.
Bar Tender: Bad night Lee?
Lee: Heh, you know me Manny. Same shit different day I always say.
Manny: Aint it the truth man, aint it the truth. Hey by the way I heard you got yourself into the big time in wrestling. Bout time someone recognized your talent. Yeah I saw the other day some George Duke fella on television. Mean looking son of a gun aint he. Though that chain he pulled out, that was a little foolish. I mean you know me I've been held at gun point before. Still he looks like a dangerous guy if you ask me. Shouldn't you be in training.
Lee: I am training, right now.(takes a drink of beer} Anyway Manny you hit the nail on the head with that chain thing. I mean was he trying to scare me? I'm not easily intimidated. George Duke is smart he wouldn't try to intimidate me because he knows it'd be a dumb thing to try and a waste of time. Nah, what Duke was doing is trying to show me that I am going into a dangerous match. Sadly what people don't realize is we face danger all the time. Hell we face danger just walking out of the door in the morning. Anyway it's just a chain. The chain can't do anything to me. It's the person holding the chain that I need to focus on. Heh, I could discuss with George Duke everything that I have been hit, stabbed, slashed with and slammed on. That would take too long though, so I am not going to get into that. All I am simply saying is for George Duke to pull out some chain and threaten me with it, it kind of went over my head. All I could think of was is that it?
A thug walks up
Thug: Hey you, (shoving Lee on the shoulder) Yeah I knew I seen you somewhere before. You're one of those stupid wrestler's. Man I saw you the other night, dude you suck. (laughing)
Bar Tender: Look pal why don't you just get out of here ok. I don't want any trouble.
Thug: It look like I'm talking to you fat ass? No, I am talking to the girly man here. (pushing Lee again)
Lee: It's alright Manny I was just about to leave anyway. Let me get a beer to go.
Manny: I don't think I should let you walk out of here with a beer Lee if you are going to be driving.
Lee: It's not for me, it's for my friend with the headache.
Bar Tender: (putting a bottle of beer in front of Lee) Friend with the headache you say?
Thug: You'll leave when I say you can and......
Lee: (grabs the bottle of beer and breaks it over the thugs head). Yeah see, friend with the headache. Later.
Brian Lee walks out of the bar. He hops onto what seems to be a used Harley that's definately seen better days, He places his helmet on and starts the engine. Lee rides off into the night. He arrives at what looks like an abandoned falling apart building. He takes off his helmet and stares at the building. Some of the windows are broken out, there's grafitti on the the walls. There is a word on the building but the only letters you can make out are B - - G -. Brian Lee pulls out a cigar and lights it whilst continuing to stare at the building. He finally shuts off his bike and climbs off. He walks up to the front of the building and pushes a door open. The only light coming from a light post outside and the moon in the clear nights sky. A ring sits in the middle of the floor and fold out chairs around and some pushed over on the ground. There's also trash on the floor. Brian Lee rubs his temples like he has a headache and begins to speak to the cameras.
Lee: I don't try to build on anyone's false hope nonless it would benefit me in some way. I never try to be someone I am not and I never try to build myself as coming from a background that I have no idea about. That being said, I have met some idiots in the wrestling business and I always expect to meet more. Well It looks like my expectations haven't gone awry. Of all wrestlers I have fought agains old or young. None of them ever just thought of me as a simple backyard wrestler. Oh but old Georgie Duke just can't seem to get that small, and I put emphasis on small, little fact out of his head. Well George remember those old bingo halls you mention. You are looking at one right now. Right here George is where I started my path on the real road of Professional Wrestling. And no George we weren't throwing each other off the building just so you know. We brawled, we slammed, we submitted, we bled. Night after night. Oh but you see George not to look dangerous, not to look "hardcore". Because each of us had a dream. Some could take the beatings while others went home and quit the wrestling business before their's started.
You see we weren't making the top dollars just yet. Infact we went home some nights or some weeks with nothing but air in our wallets. Thats right we took beatings for nothing at all George. Just to be able to one day make it to where I am now. I've brawled in America. I've fought, been technical and sportive in Canada and the United Kindom. I've flown off the ropes and out of the ring in Mexico. And I've had the crap kicked out of me, head driven into the canvas and been stretched to the limits in Japan. However I prefer to wack people over the head with chairs or what have you. Rake peoples eyes. Choke the air out them. And of course make them shed blood. It's just what I like to do. It's who I am and no one is ever going to change that. So you can go on and keep thinking im a youngster. You can continue to think that I am a poser. It's not going to be my downfall however, it's going to be your misjudgement and your underestimating. I know you are old George Duke but for God's sake I'd expect you to still have some intelligent marbles rolling around in the old noggin. Truth be told I guess I was wrong because everything you judge me of has been completely idiotic misconception.
Oh I am the new face around here? That makes me green to you? What the hell does POW do differently when that bells sounds to start the match because I would sure like to know. Well I tell you what Duke. Bitch I am a wrestler just like you are. I am not some idiot called Necro Butcher I am not some dick called New Jack. I prefer to wrestle extremely. That doesn't always mean just using weapons. It does mean to me however, to make my opponent sufffer by any means I see fit. This just so happens to be a hardcore match. Permitting me to use what my heart desires and I can gurantee you it won't just be some lame ass chain pal. Hell I might just use that stupid chain as one of my desired punishing tools should the occassion warrant it. Now I understand that chain means a lot to you, you two have been together like marriage. That's all fine. To me however that chain is as common as a chair. You speak to me as if this is my first hardcore match. Talking about all the things that can be used. Way to state the obvious Mr. Duh.
Unlike you I haven't underestimated you. I know you are old but still know the game. See me however I am smarter to know that just because I have face other legends in the past does not make one legend just like the other. I know better than to say "I know your type". Yes I have said I know the wrestling game I know the hardcore game. I'm not stupid enough though to say I know your game George Duke. Just because I don't know you though doesn't mean I am just going to let you treat me like "Poor little junior". The same plans you have for me, plans of pain, plans of torture, plans of blood. Those are the exact same plans I have for you. How I go about achieving them, well that remains to be seen.
Control duke? Control myself? You would like that wouldn't you. What's wrong? Is all that stuff you talked about knowing me and stuff coming back to haunt you? What happened, when you suddenly saw me swicth gears did it scare you? Because you weren't able to predict what was going on. All you saw was "this mother!@#$er just snapped." You think I am playing crazy? When did I ever say I was crazy in the first place? Once again it's only you listening to what you have heard not what you know. The people, the writers they all say it. To me however I am just who I am, Brian F'n Lee. How I get things done, my attitude, what I am doing at the very moment I am doing it. That's who I am. If people think my ways and the things I do are crazy, psychotic, berzerk or whatever else. Well then thats them. However me, headbutting vending machines, tearing peoples flesh, beating people up etc... To me it's just a natural as me breathing right now.
Brian Lee is about to walk out the place when he suddenly looks down and raises and eyebrow. What he sees is a magazine clipping. He reaches down and on it is a picture of some old wrestling legends like ric flair, roddy piper, terry and dory funk and others. The artical is simply talking about how these guys paved the way for other generations. Brian Lee takes his cigar and puts it out on the clipping, balls it up and then just tosses it over his shoulder like he could careless. He then remarks "How come those articles never mention names like George Hackenschmidt". Scene fades out.
Bar Tender: Bad night Lee?
Lee: Heh, you know me Manny. Same shit different day I always say.
Manny: Aint it the truth man, aint it the truth. Hey by the way I heard you got yourself into the big time in wrestling. Bout time someone recognized your talent. Yeah I saw the other day some George Duke fella on television. Mean looking son of a gun aint he. Though that chain he pulled out, that was a little foolish. I mean you know me I've been held at gun point before. Still he looks like a dangerous guy if you ask me. Shouldn't you be in training.
Lee: I am training, right now.(takes a drink of beer} Anyway Manny you hit the nail on the head with that chain thing. I mean was he trying to scare me? I'm not easily intimidated. George Duke is smart he wouldn't try to intimidate me because he knows it'd be a dumb thing to try and a waste of time. Nah, what Duke was doing is trying to show me that I am going into a dangerous match. Sadly what people don't realize is we face danger all the time. Hell we face danger just walking out of the door in the morning. Anyway it's just a chain. The chain can't do anything to me. It's the person holding the chain that I need to focus on. Heh, I could discuss with George Duke everything that I have been hit, stabbed, slashed with and slammed on. That would take too long though, so I am not going to get into that. All I am simply saying is for George Duke to pull out some chain and threaten me with it, it kind of went over my head. All I could think of was is that it?
A thug walks up
Thug: Hey you, (shoving Lee on the shoulder) Yeah I knew I seen you somewhere before. You're one of those stupid wrestler's. Man I saw you the other night, dude you suck. (laughing)
Bar Tender: Look pal why don't you just get out of here ok. I don't want any trouble.
Thug: It look like I'm talking to you fat ass? No, I am talking to the girly man here. (pushing Lee again)
Lee: It's alright Manny I was just about to leave anyway. Let me get a beer to go.
Manny: I don't think I should let you walk out of here with a beer Lee if you are going to be driving.
Lee: It's not for me, it's for my friend with the headache.
Bar Tender: (putting a bottle of beer in front of Lee) Friend with the headache you say?
Thug: You'll leave when I say you can and......
Lee: (grabs the bottle of beer and breaks it over the thugs head). Yeah see, friend with the headache. Later.
Brian Lee walks out of the bar. He hops onto what seems to be a used Harley that's definately seen better days, He places his helmet on and starts the engine. Lee rides off into the night. He arrives at what looks like an abandoned falling apart building. He takes off his helmet and stares at the building. Some of the windows are broken out, there's grafitti on the the walls. There is a word on the building but the only letters you can make out are B - - G -. Brian Lee pulls out a cigar and lights it whilst continuing to stare at the building. He finally shuts off his bike and climbs off. He walks up to the front of the building and pushes a door open. The only light coming from a light post outside and the moon in the clear nights sky. A ring sits in the middle of the floor and fold out chairs around and some pushed over on the ground. There's also trash on the floor. Brian Lee rubs his temples like he has a headache and begins to speak to the cameras.
Lee: I don't try to build on anyone's false hope nonless it would benefit me in some way. I never try to be someone I am not and I never try to build myself as coming from a background that I have no idea about. That being said, I have met some idiots in the wrestling business and I always expect to meet more. Well It looks like my expectations haven't gone awry. Of all wrestlers I have fought agains old or young. None of them ever just thought of me as a simple backyard wrestler. Oh but old Georgie Duke just can't seem to get that small, and I put emphasis on small, little fact out of his head. Well George remember those old bingo halls you mention. You are looking at one right now. Right here George is where I started my path on the real road of Professional Wrestling. And no George we weren't throwing each other off the building just so you know. We brawled, we slammed, we submitted, we bled. Night after night. Oh but you see George not to look dangerous, not to look "hardcore". Because each of us had a dream. Some could take the beatings while others went home and quit the wrestling business before their's started.
You see we weren't making the top dollars just yet. Infact we went home some nights or some weeks with nothing but air in our wallets. Thats right we took beatings for nothing at all George. Just to be able to one day make it to where I am now. I've brawled in America. I've fought, been technical and sportive in Canada and the United Kindom. I've flown off the ropes and out of the ring in Mexico. And I've had the crap kicked out of me, head driven into the canvas and been stretched to the limits in Japan. However I prefer to wack people over the head with chairs or what have you. Rake peoples eyes. Choke the air out them. And of course make them shed blood. It's just what I like to do. It's who I am and no one is ever going to change that. So you can go on and keep thinking im a youngster. You can continue to think that I am a poser. It's not going to be my downfall however, it's going to be your misjudgement and your underestimating. I know you are old George Duke but for God's sake I'd expect you to still have some intelligent marbles rolling around in the old noggin. Truth be told I guess I was wrong because everything you judge me of has been completely idiotic misconception.
Oh I am the new face around here? That makes me green to you? What the hell does POW do differently when that bells sounds to start the match because I would sure like to know. Well I tell you what Duke. Bitch I am a wrestler just like you are. I am not some idiot called Necro Butcher I am not some dick called New Jack. I prefer to wrestle extremely. That doesn't always mean just using weapons. It does mean to me however, to make my opponent sufffer by any means I see fit. This just so happens to be a hardcore match. Permitting me to use what my heart desires and I can gurantee you it won't just be some lame ass chain pal. Hell I might just use that stupid chain as one of my desired punishing tools should the occassion warrant it. Now I understand that chain means a lot to you, you two have been together like marriage. That's all fine. To me however that chain is as common as a chair. You speak to me as if this is my first hardcore match. Talking about all the things that can be used. Way to state the obvious Mr. Duh.
Unlike you I haven't underestimated you. I know you are old but still know the game. See me however I am smarter to know that just because I have face other legends in the past does not make one legend just like the other. I know better than to say "I know your type". Yes I have said I know the wrestling game I know the hardcore game. I'm not stupid enough though to say I know your game George Duke. Just because I don't know you though doesn't mean I am just going to let you treat me like "Poor little junior". The same plans you have for me, plans of pain, plans of torture, plans of blood. Those are the exact same plans I have for you. How I go about achieving them, well that remains to be seen.
Control duke? Control myself? You would like that wouldn't you. What's wrong? Is all that stuff you talked about knowing me and stuff coming back to haunt you? What happened, when you suddenly saw me swicth gears did it scare you? Because you weren't able to predict what was going on. All you saw was "this mother!@#$er just snapped." You think I am playing crazy? When did I ever say I was crazy in the first place? Once again it's only you listening to what you have heard not what you know. The people, the writers they all say it. To me however I am just who I am, Brian F'n Lee. How I get things done, my attitude, what I am doing at the very moment I am doing it. That's who I am. If people think my ways and the things I do are crazy, psychotic, berzerk or whatever else. Well then thats them. However me, headbutting vending machines, tearing peoples flesh, beating people up etc... To me it's just a natural as me breathing right now.
Brian Lee is about to walk out the place when he suddenly looks down and raises and eyebrow. What he sees is a magazine clipping. He reaches down and on it is a picture of some old wrestling legends like ric flair, roddy piper, terry and dory funk and others. The artical is simply talking about how these guys paved the way for other generations. Brian Lee takes his cigar and puts it out on the clipping, balls it up and then just tosses it over his shoulder like he could careless. He then remarks "How come those articles never mention names like George Hackenschmidt". Scene fades out.