"Shh...we need to be quiet."






Brodie Tyler is sitting on the floor of his bedroom as he looks into the camera with bewildered eyes. His finger is over his mouth signaling for silence. He has set up his own camera on the floor next to him. He is in a plain white shirt and pink boxers with red hearts covering every part of them. His hair is extremely messy as if he had been sleeping on it. Beside him is the door to his room with a long string going from the doorknob to off camera. He puts his finger down and places his ear to the door. He reacts to noises coming from the apartment. He turns to the camera with a smile.






"There's someone in my apartment! Can you hear it?"






He puts his ear to the door again and laughs like a little school girl.






"He thinks he can outsmart me and take all my stuff. He thinks he has it all figured out. His whole life is ahead of him and there are millions of apartments for him to rob. There isn't a thing that could stop him. He is an arrogant thief. Which makes me smile and laugh. His arrogance that he can beat me makes me overjoyed to be in his presence. It motivates me to wait and make him think he has won. Build him up and then break him down."






He stops as he hears the thief walking close to his door. The lights are off in his room as if to make the thief believe Brodie is sleeping. The only light comes from the camera. Brodie listens at the wall next to the door for the thief. He hears him mumble.






"......fucking.......is.....valuable?"







The thief is heard walk away from the door and continue his pilfering. Brodie turns to the camera.







"Still not yet. Looks like we have some time to kill while he looks around for the good stuff. He won't find them until he gets in here. We'll see if his brain can function well enough."






He cracks his neck and stretches out his limbs. Brodie has been sitting here for a good time and his bones ache.





"Amazing how much just sitting hurts your body."







He stares into the camera with wild eyes.






"Since we have some time to kill how about we talk about Wednesday. It's tomorrow and the only person to have said a single thing is the lovely Arryn Connolly. Avery has remained silent this entire time. She must be hoping for Arryn to carry her through the match. To be her life support. Let me tell you something, Avery, and I send these "good" vibes to my tag team partner Mike Steele. You're going to be taken off life support. You're going to be thrust into the ground where people will walk all over your rotting corpse. You're the worst king of people, you know that? You make a claim at fame, say you deserve to be up here in the big leagues, but once you get the opportunity to actually prove your worth you back down. Pathetic. Wasteful. I don't see a reason for either of you to be partnered with me or Arryn. We are far better than either of you because we care about our presence in the XWF. WE FUCKING CARE."






He pauses realizing he has just screamed this to the top of his lungs. Brodie smiles and looks towards the door. The sounds of footsteps can be heard.






"What..fuck...was...that?"





The footsteps grow closer.





"Showtime."





Brodie plugs his ears as the doorknob turns slowly. The door slings open and a flash of light accompanying a monstrous "BANG" occurs. Buckshot shoots out on camera out the door and thud is heard as the thief hits the cold floor. Brodie smiles and plucks his fingers from his ears. He walks out the door and looks at the thief.







"NICE SHOT!"





He grabs the feet of the thief and pulls him into the room. Brodie grabs the camera and focuses it on the thief. His chest cavity has been blown open by the buckshot. His innards are visible and destroyed. The thief's face shows that of pain and fear. He is dead.
Brodie points the camera to the bed where a shotgun has been placed. The string from the door was connected to the trigger of the gun.





"See, he thought he won. But he lost as soon as he walked into my front door."






He swivels the camera back to his smiling face.






"Arrogance is man's greatest flaw and when I say man I refer to the population of humanity as a whole. Women are in the same boat. They are no different as we are all human. So, Arryn, my lovely little lamb."





He places the camera on the bed and sits down on the floor next to the thief's head. He places the head on his lap and begins to stroke his head.






"Think of this as a metaphor for what I am going to do on Wednesday. No, I'm not going to kill you. That's too extreme of a measure for someone I am paid to fight. This guy stole from me and threatened my own life with his presence. He deserved to go. You on the other hand do not. If you're dead then how will we get married!"





He laughs maniacally.






"Only poking fun. You're right it was an attempt to get under your skin that didn't seem to work...or was it? Honestly, today it was an attempt. Tomorrow I may be in love again and the next day may be the day I kill you. Who knows? My mind is such a convoluted thing. I got so distracted by how beautiful you were and what my future could be with you that I forgot you are my opponent. So, don't think of it as stupidity, but more of a sickness. No, that's not right. We're not sick! Are we, Arryn? We are HAPPY. We smile through the days to get by and look past all this disgusting shit."






He pokes the bullet holes of the thief. He wipes the blood away on the thief's face. He holds mouth in disgust.






"Oh god, I think I'm gonna puke."






Vomit comes up his throat but he swallows it back down. He shakes his head and starts to hit it repeatedly with his fist. He takes a deep breath, looks into the camera and smiles.






"I'm good, even guys like me get disgusted sometimes. Arryn, I don't get why you don't want to loosen up. My "creepy" flirtations were nothing more than playful banter. You should not take life so seriously! Lighten up, smile for a change! You're right about one thing. There is no catch to the way I act. I act the way I do because when I was little my parents weren't around to teach me better. When I was little some guy on the streets mugged me and killed my parents. When I was little the only way to get lessons for wrestling was if I let the trainer stick his dick so far inside my little hole that I became his new puppet! WHEN I WAS LITTLE....I was always like this. My parents weren't around, but I didn't care. If they had been I'd still be the same. Nobody killed them, they just dropped me off one day and said, "Good luck." My trainer couldn't fathom trying to fuck me, because he knew I'd fuck him back worse. So, Arryn, you've pissed me the fuck off. You went about your way just to hurt me. You forgot what we had was so special! But, I thank you for doing that, because you opened my eyes to the fact that you're the one who is going to get stomped on. Can someone be so pathetic?"




He mimics Arryn's annoying voice and uses the thief's mouth as his puppet.






"How am I pathetic? HE who cares so much for you! HE who has shown interest in getting his name out there! HE who has the tools to implement a master plan to execute those who threaten him! I should ask you how you can be so pathetic. YOU who ignores the truth around them! YOU who shows the arrogance of man so well! YOU who won't go on a fucking date with me!"







He throws the thief's body off him and clutches his hair. Brodie shakes his head violently.







"I WANT TO END THIS! THIS ARROGANCE! You sicken me Arryn! You beautiful girl! I HATE YOU, but I love you."







He grabs the camera and pulls it in close to his face. He smiles.







"There is indeed something wrong with my head, Arryn, but come Wednesday there will indeed be something wrong with yours when my boot comes crashing down on it! SMILE.....baby."






He drops the camera and the screen breaks.






"Fuck."