(Off Camera)
Brian is seen sitting at a table with Andrew, LT, Jessica, and Requiem all in seats with plates of Spaghetti in front of them. The maid comes around pouring wine in the glasses, while the butler is attending to the needs of everyone.
Brian: “You know, I am getting sick of all these pour fucking ingrates wearing masks coming down to the ring attacking me. I know Curtis is behind all of this, and I swear the games he is playing are starting to make me lose my cool!”
Andrew: “Well, I can say this, I still won’t come to work for SCW, but I will be there whenever you need me. Just ask, I don’t need a damn contract to come kick ass and take names.”
Jessica, LT and Requiem all laugh as Brian smiles shaking his head in agreement.
Jessica: “I still wonder who they are going to place against us for the Tag Team Titles.”
Brian: “Well, it really doesn’t matter who they put in the ring against us, I am going to dominate just like I have been and like I said I am going to do. Paige is about to learn. Just like Neela done, she was 2-0 against me and when it comes down to it I took the World Title home with me for The Empire like I said I was gonna do.”
LT: “You know, I been wondering who those two men were in the masks. I have a feeling all this is personal Brian.”
Brian: “You know, I taught Curtis all he knows and honestly. Well, I already know there are plenty of guys who I have done pissed off over the past 10 years. Curt found a few guys that with all them together thinks they can top the DEA.”
They all laugh. They are all finishing their meals as the maid comes around taking all the dirty dishes from them. Brian takes a blunt out and lights it up. Taking a few hits he passes a case around the table where if they want. Brian has blunts rolled up and is offering each of them one to smoke after their dinner. He gets up as the rest of them do and they all walk into the living room. He takes one final hit as he sits down in his Lazy Boy propping his feet up. Each of his friends all take their seats as Brian turns on the TV.
Jessica: “You know, after we get done watching this movie I think you should go cut your promo for this upcoming match. I’m surprised that this masked man hasn’t broken his silence.”
Brian: “Great minds think alike Jess, I already called the camera crew. They are going to be here in about two hours.”
They watch the Dead Pool 2 as they wait for the camera crew to show up.
************ Two Hours Later ************
(On Camera)
The final credits are rolling as the camera pans around the room. You can tell from the empty beer bottles and blunt roaches that The DEA has been relaxing just waiting till the clock runs out for the upcoming Overdrive. This is going to be the turning point for not only SCW, but for The DEA as well. There are a few new members that is going to be unveiled in the upcoming weeks. As long as a ground breaking announcement from Brian himself. The camera man has grown inpatient waiting for Brian to finally say something. But, Brian being Brian, he has made the man wait for the last 15 minutes of the movie as well as making him wait as he Rolled a blunt and taking a personal phone call. He finally looks up at the camera.
Brian: “Come out come out where ever you are! Hiding behind some mask doesn’t place any fear in my heart. Honestly that makes me look at you like you are nothing but some punk bitch. Scared of being beaten each and every time that I see you walking through the hall ways in the back stage. I ask you, are you the same punk that has been jumping me and the rest of my team over the past few months? Are you some new guy looking to make a name for himself? Or are you some returning star using our match to shock the world?”
He chuckles to himself.
“It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you are Nate fucking Redman coming out of retirement, or if you are Eric Herrera looking to finally get his win over me. Or whoever else you could be. You want to know why? Because I am proving a point right now and you got the shit end of the stick. Because you come across Brian Kennedy when he is one pissed off son of a bitch. You caught me when I have to do nothing less than beat the shit out of each and every person placed across from me in the ring. You come as such of a bad time that I am going to tell you here and now that I am sorry. I am sorry that I am not sorry. I hold not one ounce of remorse for what I am going to do to you when we get in the ring.”
He pauses for a few moments to allow what he has just said to sink in for those who have a problem understanding the simple English that Brian uses when he speaks.
“You might wonder why. Wondering why I would use such force when we square off in the ring. Well. Allow me to break this down for you in a few different ways that I hope you can grasp. Because I don’t want you to come back later saying that you wasn’t warned. In case you have been under some rock for the past 15 years. I am Brian Kennedy. The Living Legend. The One-Man Apocalypse, I am a one-man wrecking crew and you sir are the next stepping stone that I will use in my climb back to the top of the food chain. You see, I had to take some time off for the past few years and I just come back last year. And well, you stand in my way. You have a few choices you need to consider.”
He looks deep in the camera. You can tell from the look on his face that he means business.
“This is a one-time offer. You can Get down or Lay down. That is the most simple way I can bring it to you. Either you can be with us or you can be against us. I have to tell you. It would be better to just join us. Because here is the cons. The biggest one is, you will never have a shot at getting a Title here in SCW. The DEA holds The Tag Titles. Which those belts will not be going anywhere any time soon. I am going to be The World Champion here again at the PPV for the second time. Then Jess holds the International Title and the rest. Well, I am making it my sole mission to make sure that The Alliance holds all the titles. Meaning you don’t hold a snow ball’s chance in hell at getting anywhere past where you are now. Just a curtain Jerker. A no-body, just a speck of dust floating around the arena wishing that you mattered to just one person. When in reality, you don’t matter to anyone.”
Brian looks down at his watch.
“With that being said, come out come out where ever you are. If you’re not some little bitch. And it’s time I switch it up a bit. It doesn’t matter if you take this personal. Because I just don’t give a fuck,”
The scene fades to a DEA logo
