He isn't a freak, he isn't the freak

He is FREAK

The camera fades in on LeRoy and his brother swinging the doors open at what apears to be a gym. LeRoy is talking on his phone. Numerous blue wrestling mats clutter the floor, and a wrestling ring is shown in the center of the building. The small venue is semi busy. A few men occupy the ring, a few more below watching. A hip hop song blares over the p.a. system. As the two pass through the crowd they are greeted with stares of astonishment, and a few greetings. LeRoy half pays attention to his phone, and casually acknowleges the folks with a nod. After crossing paths with a couple men conversing they are over heard in loud whispers...

Is that...

Yeah I think it is...

The two men continue their way towards the locker room. LeRoy is becoming agitated on the phone...

Mom, it's fine...

He shoots a glare towards his brother and the two disapear into the locker room as the camera fades out panning out around the gym.


The two are shown again sitting in a nice locker room, after changing into their workout gear. Various photos decorate the walls, as well as t.v., wall mounted in the center airing some wrestling program. The camera fades in on a framed photo of a wrestler. Black and green face paint adorn the wife beater wearing man. The camera again focuses on the signature it reads...

Tony, You're the best!! Stay old!

FREAK

The camera shifts back to the brothers. LeRoy sporting black and green basketball shorts, and a white wife beater, begins tying his shoes as his brother shuts his locker and states...

You got stones bro. I mean, what is this about? You could make more money doing what you are great at...

LeRoy quickly peers at his brother, who changes his tone...

...Not that you aren't great at this, but you're not getting any younger. And they are getting younger. And stronger, more athletic. Like that kid on Monday. Braxton. Did you see him wail on Styles?

Quickly LeRoy answers

Yes

He stands, and his brother puts his fat hand on his shoulder. He looks down towards LeRoy and speaks seriously.

Dude, if you need me, I'm there. Not because I want to, but because we are blood...

LeRoy looks up at the big man, as he begins to speak the two turn quickly towards the t.v. They stare, as the camera focuses in on the programming...

Brian - Freak...I want you to look into my eyes. I want you to see that perfection isn't something that I talk about. It's who I am, It's something that you would never see in your pathetic life. This Monday the plan goes in to effect.

LeRoy is shown quickly jaw clenched, but attenively watches...

Steve - Plan? What plan?

Brian - What plan? Why the perfect plan. The plan that will launch me straight to the European Championship. The plan that will make me the face of the XWF.

Steve - So you think that beating Freak will get you a title shot?

Brian - What are you? Stupid!? Of course not but it will get me closer. Besides I'm going to enjoy it. Hell, maybe I'll do to him what I did to JC Styles. In fact what I did to JC will be simple foreplay compared to what happens to you. So Shane, after I leave Freak in a pool of his own blood maybe then you can tell me how many more of these losers I have to take out before I get my shot.

The big man looks down at his brother, who continues to stare at the t.v. Quickly as Braxton wraps up his interview the t.v. is shut off. LeRoy snaps out of his trance like state as he hears a raspy older voice announce.

Mike, LeRoy, you're up.

The two men turn around as an older gentleman in grey sweat pants and a grey sweat stained shirt is shown. The man gestures towards the door and orders...

Let's go!

The man walks out the door, and the brothers follow slowly. The big man, Mike, begins to open the door and just as quick LeRoy shuts it. He looks up at Mike and says...

I go alone

LeRoy opens the door and heads out, Mike's head drops. As he walks through the door the camera fades out.

This state is elevating as the hurt turns into hating
Anticipating all the fucked up feelings again

...consumes the arena as the camera fades back to the center of the gym on the ring. Numerous people have gathered around. LeRoy is shown running the ropes, while the old man and Mike watch in one corner. Sweat glistens off of LeRoy, as he stops in the middle of the ring, and bends down, hands on his knees. The old man and Mike move towards him, as more people surround the ring. Loudly the old man screams...

Go!

LeRoy, slowly lifts up and Mike cracks a half wicked smile. Mike begins to circle LeRoy, taunting him a bit, trying to grab his arm. The crowd around the ring begins to stir, as Mike quickly lunges at LeRoy. He picks him up into a gorilla press slam, LeRoy showing little resistance. Mike walks around with his brother hoisted above him high. Mike plays to the crowd a bit and drops LeRoy behind his back. LeRoy lands face first and quickly rolls over grabbing his stomach in pain. Mike lunges towards the ropes, springs off and lands a leg drop across his brothers throat. The crowd begins to pick up a bit, as most of the gym is now gathered around the ring. Mike grabs LeRoy by his head and pulls him off the mat. Mike winds up and delivers a massive headbutt, sending LeRoy down to the mat once again. LeRoy holds his head in agony. Mike slowly make his way towards him. He bends down to lift him again and is met with a quick thrust to the throat from LeRoy.

The crowd pops a bit as Mike takes a couple steps back. LeRoy slinks to his feet and slams his brother in the head with a right round house, staggering him even further. He runs to the ropes, springs off,jumps up and nails Mike with a spinning heal kick to the face. Mike falls to the mat on his back. LeRoy hops up and plants some quick kicks on Mike. He snatches up Mike, and tosses him into the ropes. LeRoy follows, jumps, and plants his brothers head back to the mat with a crushing tornado ddt.


Ehoes, as the old man now stands on the apron, a big smile covers his wrinkled face.

LeRoy quickly is on the attack again, dragging Mike up by his hair. Mike quickly counters with an elbow to the gut. LeRoy stumbles back. Mike grabs him by the back of the head and runs him towards the turnbuckle. Forcefully Mike jerks him up as he slams his head into the turnbuckle. LeRoys head glances past the turnbuckle and glances off a corrner support. LeRoy stumbles back and falls back to the mat.

The gym goes silent. Mike stops dead in his tracks, and puts his hands on his hips. He looks towards the mat, dissapointed, and discouraged. The smile on the old man's face gets even bigger. LeRoy is shown on his back reeling from the blow. A slight cut on his forehead has started bleeding slightly. His right hand reaches towards his head. He wipes the blood and sweat combination away from his brow. He then looks at his hand.

The camera fades out as LeRoy begins to reach his feet, the crowd starts to come to, and Mike taking a few steps backwards.