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BrianLance · **02-22-2016, 06:14 PM**

The scene opens to show a shot of the top of the 02 Arena. The camera slowly zooms in on the platform in the center of the roof. The camera closes in on a lone Figure in all black with it's back to the camera. He leans against the railing just staring off into the distance for a few seconds before turning around and revealing the figure to be Brian Lance. Brian walks over to the other side of the platform and leans against the railing.

B: Can't believe how beautiful the view is from up here.

Brian quickly step back from the rail then rubs his eyes.

B: Seth, You see that?

Brian asks as he steps back to the railing and squints.

S: See what?

B: Over there by that pylon. He's waving to me. I think he wants me to go over there.

S: Brian, There's no one there and if there is it's probably just a worker.

Brian rubs his eyes then squints again.

B: OK, Maybe you're right.

S: Come on Brian get your head in the game. We're quickly closing in on your match at Warfare.

B: Yeah, yeah. I know. Who am I fighting again?

S: Hmm.... Kristin Silver I think.

B: Ah that's right and it's an opening match yet again.

Brian steps away from the railing and shakes his head from side to side. He then turns and begins to walk towards the side that leads down off the platform.

B: It's really starting to get under my skin with this shit. I'm starting to get the feeling I'm being held back. I win a match and my opponents get the push. I beat that lil' Bitch Two at Snow Job and he gets put in a match for a shot at the Hart title. Ultimately he lost to MacBeth. So that would make Macbeth a number one contender. Then last week I beat the lone Sheep and Whigger Wish and guess who gets a shot at the number one contender...

Brian pauses briefly before continuing...

B: NOT ME But that's OK. Once again I'm in a doesn't matter match against a doesn't matter opponent. Tyrone sits backstage and bitches about my matches bein boring. Fuck, I gave him the perfect way to spice things up. He had the power to change that match to something a bit more entertaining but NO. He chose to listen to the Sheep and not change it, Fine. I have been quietly playing these lil' games and now I grow bored. I am fucking tired of this opening match bullshit. Week after week I get booked against nobody wrestlers that ain't even half as talented as I am on one my bad days. This match is the final straw.

Come Warfare I'm goin to take things into my own hands. I will just have to make quick work of my opponent and then I will have a lot of time on my hands during the rest of the show.

Brian pauses for a moment as his eyes light up and open wide. Brian grins and let's out an evil laugh as he turns around slowly looking around the platform. Brian then looks directly into the camera.

B: It's time to fuck shit up! No longer am I quietly goin to stay idle and let you keep putting in shit match after shit match. It's time to put the War in Warfare. Consider this an official warning for the ENTIRE X.W.F. This week I start to collect what's owed to me.

Tyrone seein that you want to apparently keep me trapped in an endless cycle of opening matches and Nobody opponents. I'm goin to have to start takin what I want. I try to mind my own. I try not to be the Asshole in the room but no more. Warfare IS bout to change and that change begins this Wednesday!

No more will I just sit back and allow myself to be held down. Go ahead and punish me how you see fit Tyrone. Go ahead and take away my hopes of a title shot cuz' I frankly don't give a shit anymore. I came back here thinking things might be different after ten years but it's still the same shit just different idiots running about thinking they control everything and everyone. No longer will I blindly be the puppet for the "powers to be" to just be disrespected week after week.

Brian starts to pace back and forth as he buries his face in his hands and let's out a groan. Brian Then spreads his arms wide and leans his head back to look straight up into the sky before yelling.....

B: EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!

Brian lowers his arms and looks back into the camera.

B: I'll be seeing you soon Champ!

Brian turns away from the camera and pulls his hood over his head as he begins to climb down the path off the roof of the 02 Arena.

B: It's a shame a match like this is goin to be ruined but something gots to be done. What you think Seth?

S: I think a few people are about to be put on notice and they won't see it coming either.

The camera fades out as Brian continues talking to himself.....

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The scene fades back in to show Brian walking around in the backstage area of the 02 arena. A few workers move about as they appear to be putting the finishing touches to the arena for Warfare. Brian still wearing his black hoodie and faded black jeans. He is carrying Taco in his right hand and appears to be talking to himself again.

B: These fuckers have it coming. I seriously think someone done lost their damn mind and it ain't me for a change. Now where the fuck is the locker room goin to be at?

HEY YOU!

Brian yells at a worker that appears to be hanging some XWF graphics on the wall. The worker is startled and quickly spins around to face Brian.

B: Where is my locker room?

The worker stares at Brian for a second before pointing down the hall to his right. Brian turns and looks down the hallway which has five doors down the right side.

B: Oh you're just goin to point down there? Which room is it goin to be?

The worker shrugs his shoulders and turns back around to continue his work.

B: Seriously! Worthless Idiot.

Brian snaps as he begins to walk in the direction the worker pointed in. As Brian walks down the hall opening and looking into each door. Each time closing the door with a disappointed look on his.

B: Hmm where's everyone at?

S: Seriously dumb ass? Brian we're early like extremely early. No one is goin to be here yet.

B: Really? Someone has to be here. I bet Steve Sayors is around here some where. Poor bastard is always around some where.

S: Come on. Let's just take one of these rooms here and get set-up. We can get Sayors after we're done.

Brian reaches and pushes the door open. He then walks through the doorway as the camera follows. The door swings shut behind the camera and the room goes dark.

B: Damn it. Where is the damn light switch.

Suddenly you hear a loud crash and the sound of bamboo hitting someone. The room falls quiet as the lights come back on to show Brian laying face down in the middle of the room with Taco laying across his back. The camera scans around the room as the scene fades out....

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