Post by chase on Oct 24, 2020 9:36:45 GMT -5
Time: 12: 53 a.m.
Place: Mississauga, Ontario
Location: Liquor and Poker Lounge.
(A light drizzle falls from grey fog covered sky as crickets chirp. Somewhere in the distance of night, dance music is blaring, faintly heard as a whisper with a thumping beat. Rain drops drip and beat on an open trash can bin, splashing against hamburger wrappers, sun-bleached beer cans, spent condoms and an old soggy Hustler magazine. Suddenly, a backdoor of a hole in the wall bar opens and a pair of muscular black shirt bouncers drag a man out of the establishment against his will then hurl the man double hip toss style into the trash bin.)
Bouncer #1: “Next time, wear a mask eh? You irresponsible asshole. We are in a pandemic!
Bouncer #2: Yea! And don’t order drinks that you can’t afford to buy either, jackass!”
(The two muscle heads brush off their hands and share a fist bump along with a good, hearty laugh at his expense as they return inside the building that blinks “Liquor and Poker Lounge” in bright neon pink and blue lighting. The man lays face up, staring at the sky above, groaning. His name? Is Bryan Chase. Despite it all, there's a smile of perverse joy on his face, as if he had just remembered the punchline to a favorite joke. We hear his thoughts spoken aloud through an inner monologue voice over as he lays silently still in a bed of garbage.)
-Bryan Chase-
You know what I like best about Halloween? The tricks AND the treats. Egging and toilet papering houses of the Keren’s and Ken’s of the world for tricks? Sexy sluts in scantily clad costumes and free candy for treats?? What’s not to like. It’s the one day of the year where everyone can dress up to try to scare the life out of little children and society is actually alright with it.
(A cheap yellow plastic cigarette lighter sparks a flame that lights up the red ember cherry of a Marlboro light because apparently he’s on a cancer stick diet after getting drunk on unpaid for drinks all night long. Not the smartest thing a recovering alcoholic with multiple DUIs can do. Luckily we are in the host city where Northern Pro Wrestling will host the Lethal Lottery tag team tournament and don’t need to risk getting behind the wheel again. Bryan stumbles and falls before finally climbing his way out of the dumpster, yellow mustard smears and red ketchup stains showing on what was once a clean off green button up long sleeve dress shirt and light brown khaki slacks. It has clearly been a rough night for the NPW newcomer but the big smile on his face remains intact because soon he will get to put all his anger, angst and energy into a match with high risk and a higher reward. A plume of smoke exhales into the cold night as Bryan takes a stroll through the back alley streets. Police sirens wailing in the distance.)
-Bryan Chase-
I’ve been fighting my entire life but there is one opponent that I haven’t been able to beat no matter how hard I try. It’s name? Is addiction. Dylan Black and Nemo. I don’t know much about either of you, other than the fact that you both have shown the Wrestling World that you belong here. Same goes for the Enforcer. No doubt you both have the necessary skills and talents to survive and thrive here but here’s the thing. I have something to prove. Not just to you, the bosses and the fans. More importantly, I have something to prove to ! myself. That I am good enough to be here and have what it takes to not just hang with the best in the business but that the size of the fight in this dog is big enough to beat anyone on any given day. Even with all of my addictive vices because at the end of the day? There’s few who dedicate the time, effort and energy that I give to this business. That’s my opinion. You are free to disagree with me. I have made it my mission and goal to be relevant and successful in this sport of professional Wrestling. I take this craft very seriously, regardless of my behavior away from the ring. No matter how hard things get or how long it takes, I’ll do whatever is needed survive. So Dylan Black, Nemo. Know this. These fists and feet are legit, certified lethal weapons and I fully intend on using Occam’s Razor to lay someone out. However one question remains. Will it be a trick, or a treat? Tune in to see for yourself and I promise you won’t be disappointed. Because Win, lose or draw.. I’m coming here to create chaos and cause carnage with technical skill and speed that kills once I step foot into that squared circle so if you sleep on me? You just might wake up to smelling salts, ya dig?
See you soon, boys.
(Bryan Chase spots a gentlemen’s club with a sign that reads “hungry kitty” and pulls out a handful of Canadian dollar bills from his black leather billfold, entering the establishment as we fade to black.)
Place: Mississauga, Ontario
Location: Liquor and Poker Lounge.
(A light drizzle falls from grey fog covered sky as crickets chirp. Somewhere in the distance of night, dance music is blaring, faintly heard as a whisper with a thumping beat. Rain drops drip and beat on an open trash can bin, splashing against hamburger wrappers, sun-bleached beer cans, spent condoms and an old soggy Hustler magazine. Suddenly, a backdoor of a hole in the wall bar opens and a pair of muscular black shirt bouncers drag a man out of the establishment against his will then hurl the man double hip toss style into the trash bin.)
Bouncer #1: “Next time, wear a mask eh? You irresponsible asshole. We are in a pandemic!
Bouncer #2: Yea! And don’t order drinks that you can’t afford to buy either, jackass!”
(The two muscle heads brush off their hands and share a fist bump along with a good, hearty laugh at his expense as they return inside the building that blinks “Liquor and Poker Lounge” in bright neon pink and blue lighting. The man lays face up, staring at the sky above, groaning. His name? Is Bryan Chase. Despite it all, there's a smile of perverse joy on his face, as if he had just remembered the punchline to a favorite joke. We hear his thoughts spoken aloud through an inner monologue voice over as he lays silently still in a bed of garbage.)
-Bryan Chase-
You know what I like best about Halloween? The tricks AND the treats. Egging and toilet papering houses of the Keren’s and Ken’s of the world for tricks? Sexy sluts in scantily clad costumes and free candy for treats?? What’s not to like. It’s the one day of the year where everyone can dress up to try to scare the life out of little children and society is actually alright with it.
(A cheap yellow plastic cigarette lighter sparks a flame that lights up the red ember cherry of a Marlboro light because apparently he’s on a cancer stick diet after getting drunk on unpaid for drinks all night long. Not the smartest thing a recovering alcoholic with multiple DUIs can do. Luckily we are in the host city where Northern Pro Wrestling will host the Lethal Lottery tag team tournament and don’t need to risk getting behind the wheel again. Bryan stumbles and falls before finally climbing his way out of the dumpster, yellow mustard smears and red ketchup stains showing on what was once a clean off green button up long sleeve dress shirt and light brown khaki slacks. It has clearly been a rough night for the NPW newcomer but the big smile on his face remains intact because soon he will get to put all his anger, angst and energy into a match with high risk and a higher reward. A plume of smoke exhales into the cold night as Bryan takes a stroll through the back alley streets. Police sirens wailing in the distance.)
-Bryan Chase-
I’ve been fighting my entire life but there is one opponent that I haven’t been able to beat no matter how hard I try. It’s name? Is addiction. Dylan Black and Nemo. I don’t know much about either of you, other than the fact that you both have shown the Wrestling World that you belong here. Same goes for the Enforcer. No doubt you both have the necessary skills and talents to survive and thrive here but here’s the thing. I have something to prove. Not just to you, the bosses and the fans. More importantly, I have something to prove to ! myself. That I am good enough to be here and have what it takes to not just hang with the best in the business but that the size of the fight in this dog is big enough to beat anyone on any given day. Even with all of my addictive vices because at the end of the day? There’s few who dedicate the time, effort and energy that I give to this business. That’s my opinion. You are free to disagree with me. I have made it my mission and goal to be relevant and successful in this sport of professional Wrestling. I take this craft very seriously, regardless of my behavior away from the ring. No matter how hard things get or how long it takes, I’ll do whatever is needed survive. So Dylan Black, Nemo. Know this. These fists and feet are legit, certified lethal weapons and I fully intend on using Occam’s Razor to lay someone out. However one question remains. Will it be a trick, or a treat? Tune in to see for yourself and I promise you won’t be disappointed. Because Win, lose or draw.. I’m coming here to create chaos and cause carnage with technical skill and speed that kills once I step foot into that squared circle so if you sleep on me? You just might wake up to smelling salts, ya dig?
See you soon, boys.
(Bryan Chase spots a gentlemen’s club with a sign that reads “hungry kitty” and pulls out a handful of Canadian dollar bills from his black leather billfold, entering the establishment as we fade to black.)