The scene opens to Brodie Tyler standing in the center of a dark room. A single spot light is on him. He smiles at the camera and looks down at a piece of paper in his hand. He begins to recite in a rather good Shakespearean voice.





Clip my wings before I reach the mountain
So that I may fall down to the ground
Teach me to live down there
To thrive down there

Until my wings grow back
And I once again ascend
To reach the top of that mountain
Where YOU clip my wings again

As I fall and see you
You SMILE
"This is my place"
You growl with laughter

And so I live down here
My wings grow and I get stronger
To once again ascend
TO SLAY THE BEAST.





"Its a poem I wrote just for you. It tells the tale of Brodie Tyler. The kid from Chicago that people thought couldn't make it to the top. The rude, fuck up of a man that has no right to the be there. That is not who I am! I AM the greatest wrestler of all time. You'll see soon enough. Wednesday is the day. It's the day where I make everyone's dreams come true. The debut of Brodie "Motherfucker" Tyler! Trademarked by the XWF! Not many people can say that their own name is trademarked by a company. Owned by the man. Slaved by the man! HAHAHA. My debut will be a blur to most. They want to put me down and shackle me. They don't want me coming in and stealing their thunder. He's the "rookie." Let me tell you, pal, I am not a rookie by any means. You see these clothes I'm wearing? This black vest and black pants? My taped up hands? My wrestling boots signed by the "Great One" himself? You see the dirt and shit all over each one? The BLOOD lingering on my knuckles? The scuffs on my boots? The 20 question game we are playing?"





He pauses to laugh hardheartedly at his own joke. He can't stop laughing. He's just so damn happy. It wasn't even that good of a joke.





"What? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY!"




He screams at the camer-





"DON'T ACT LIKE I'M NOT ADDRESSING YOU!!"





Um...me?






"YES YOU! Mr. Narrator, Scene describing asshole! My joke was hilarious! Who are you to say it wasn't?"






Uh...how...are you doing this?






"It doesn't matter how! You insulted me just now! You can't do that shit. Don't bury me before I even get in the ring."





Well, you were doing that all by yourself.





"You son of a bitch!!"






He lunges forward with a feral scream and...starts....to.....choke.........................me.






"There. He's dead. Enough of his bullshit. Who needs some prick telling you what I'm doing. That's not what matters. My words are far much better. Arryn Connolly! You are a beautiful dame. You light my soul on fire. You are my essence of being and purpose. I don't like that we are to battle on Wednesday. It breaks my heart to know our first physical meeting will be on opposing sides. I was hoping that our opposing sides would meet at a later date. HAHAHA! Just so you know I'm kicking that asshole's corpse while I laugh. IT"S SO FUNNY NOW ISN'T IT? Arryn, I don't know what it is that attracted me to you. Maybe it was your perfect body or your interesting personality. Maybe your sister Claire....oops...I may have said too much. Don't worry about it, I don't know your sister personally. I've just watched her from the window. So nice, just like her sister. Bloody good. I've love nothing more than to...can't get carried away here can I? This is a family product! Kids watch this! Why would anyone want to hear my dick stories? I would! Of course I would. I love me. So you should love me too Arryn. So should Claire. We can be together. Smile, baby.



There's also the presence of two others. Your tag partner, Avery Kain and my tag partner Mike Steele. No I won't say his ridiculous nickname. He sounds like he came straight of the 90s with that "extreme" gimmick. You're my partner and I don't give a fuck. I wish I did...no that's a lie. You can't trust me with anything. A partner will just get in my way so you might as well be on the other side of the ring. Sorry if you catch the end of my fist. No...lying again. HAHA!



Avery Kain is another female. She isn't of Arryn's nature. She is a weakling. She will be made mine and Arryn's bitch by the end of the night! Should have made this a fatal four way while they're at it. I love Arryn, but I don't mind beating the shit out of her too. She's tough and can take it like a champ. So when my fist is down her throat she can get a good idea of what her job will be for the next few years. You are the most interesting. You make me feel things. The way you clean up your room is so meticulous. The way your wash yourself in the bath....so soothing.


I'm getting to hot thinking...Smile. That's what they say. Smile. Smile. Smile. Makes the clouds go away and the sun shines it's rays. Wednesday will be the day the sun shines on me. Everyone will look at Brodie Tyler and chant his name. They will worship the ground he walks on. They would die for him. And Brodie Tyler will look to them and say.....











Fuck Off.










See you Wednesday."