Thoughts of a mad man
Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 9:44 pm
OOC: Ugh, rushed it. Was having writer's block all week. Here's the stuff. Good luck to everyone. >_<
Dirty tiles, puddles on the floor and the hum of fluorescent lighting; these make the ambiance for the stage in this evening's performance. The setting is a dingy, dirty public bathroom in the EBWF arena and the lead actor known as Bray Wyatt appears to be leaning over a sink, spitting some sort of thick tar down the drain. Based on Bray's vices, it was likely to be chewing tobacco. As he sighes, he crouches down and opens a gym bag by his feet, retrieving a small black box. It appears to be a handheld camcorder, simple looking and of common make. He flips the screen open and fiddles with the buttons briefly, before turning the camera's gaze on him.
"There we go... I think that red light means it's workin'."
Brays clears his throat and dusts himself off before speaking to the camera.
"Hello boys and girls... I'm Bray Wyatt, your friendly neighborhood boogeyman, comin' to you live from the luxurious bathrooms of the EBWF arena."
Bray pans the camera around the bathroom, showing it off before turning the gaze back on him.
"You'll have to forgive me for the way I look. If it looks like I haven't slept in days, that's because I haven't. There's no rest for the wicked and I'm tired, man."
Bray inhales deeply through his nose and squeezes his sinuses with his free hand, pausing before speaking again.
"Now after last week's little incident with the smokin' and sprinklers... EBWF management didn't exactly appreciate me soakin' some of their fancy equipment. So what do they do? They suspend my interview privileges! That's right, Bray Wyatt won't be brought you to officially by the EBWF interview team for a while. But when you cut a man's throat to stop him from speakin', he's still gonna make noise. So here I am, on my own dime, makin' noise."
Bray places the camera on the sink counter and takes a step back, standing in front of a toilet cubicle
"So comin' up in a couple of days is a pretty big event. Wrestlemania... the biggest day of the year for the EBWF, the diamond in a sea of rocks. It's the night where legends are born and moments are made that live on for an eternity. Well that suits me just fine... because I too am the legend that lives on through all eternity. Me and Wrestlemania go hand in hand... but it seems Lady 'Mania doesn't think too fondly of Bray. No, she gave Bray the shaft and threw him in the ring with seven other unworthy men in an 8 man elimination rules tag team match... so that I might be stopped before I ever get started. Lady 'Mania... you can't stop me... you can only hope to slow me down. But you should know that seven men ain't enough to do that. And I know what you're thinkin'... 'Bray, you idiot, you say it's seven men against you but it's a tag team match! It's six!' I say you're the idiot. The problem is I'd sooner slap my partner across the face than trust him. There's only one man I trust and that's him."
Bray picks up the camera with one hand and films his reflection in the mirror, before putting it back down.
"Now you throw me in the ring with seven other men... seven bright, burning stars of the EBWF Universe and what do you think will happen? You think Bray will wither and perish in a ring of fire? Well to quote Johnny Cash... love is a burning thing and it makes a fiery ring... and I got more love than the world can handle man. You throw me in a ring of fire, into a sea of seven bright burning stars and I'll burn with more intensity than your mind can even comprehend... basically, I'll reduce them to ashes."
Chuckling, Bray begins to pace around the bathroom.
"So let's recognize the men I'm about to render unrecognizable, give 'em their last rites. First we got Santino, the firey Italian. Now Santino's a fighter... he's faced challenges head on and is aimin' for a Cindarella story endin'. Well Cindy, your clock just struck midnight and I found your glass slipper. But this prince ain't comin' to find you and take you away... no, he's gonna take that glass slipper and beat you over the head with it until it shatters. But only because he loves you. Truly, I do. I just wanna get that idea out of your head that you'll ever amount to anything beyond the class clown who should have never graduated from kindergaten."
Bray picks up the gym bag on the floor and hoists it over his shoulder.
"Speaking of clowns, there's also Zack Ryder. Now what can I say about him that hasn't already been said about a horse with a broken leg? Well, he's tall, skinny and makes people fall asleep... just like a Long Island Iced Tea... which I suppose is where he got that 'Long Island Iced Z' moniker. Don't worry Zack, I'll be the one putting you to sleep this time man... and it's gonna be a dirt nap. It's time to put this horse out of it's misery."
Bray chuckles before speaking again.
"And what of the man of many faces but of no future, Cody Rhodes. The man parades himself about like he's the future of this business. Cody, I've been to the future man... and you ain't in it. Probably as a result of what I did to you on Sunday... or what I will do to you.
Bray picks up the camera and begins to walk out the bathroom, still filming his face as he walks. The backstage hallways of the arena begin to pass by in a blur.
"Then there's the man I beat last week, Dolph Ziggler. It looks like I didn't quite get the job done man... you're still up and walkin'. I'll be sure to finish the job on Sunday. You wanna talk perfection? Sure... you were perfect. The way you took a beating was perfect... the way you crumbled to the ground was perfect... and the way you looked up into the eyes of the better man as he stood above you in victory... well that was pretty damn perfect too. I hope you're ready for another tannin' session under those bright lights, pretty boy... because it's comin'."
Bray stops in his tracks and looks surprised, before smiling in a devious manner.
"Well looky who we got here! If it ain't my old friend Todd Grisham!"
The camera turns towards Todd Grisham, who appears to be on a mobile phone. Noticing Bray, he quickly hangs up and backs away slowly, his hands raised to suggest he doesn't want trouble.
"N-now Bray, I'm sorry about your interview privileges, but you should know, that wasn't me who got them taken away!"
"Hey, hey, hey... who said anything about interview privileges? You're actin' mighty defensive there Todd! It's MISTER Wyatt, if you need be reminded.
"Okay... sorry Mr. Wyatt, but it wasn't me, I'm sorry."
"I know it wasn't you Todd. I believe you."
"Really?"
"Hell no! You got five seconds to get out of my sight or this time you'll be soaked in blood, not water."
"Y-you're joking, right? You wouldn't hurt EBWF staff, would you?"
"Five... four..."
Todd hastily makes a retreat, before Bray turns the camera back on him and starts to walk again.
"Sorry 'bout that folks. Back to me... let's talk about The World's Strongest Man, Mark Henry. Now Mark, you may find this hard to grasp with your tiny brain, but I'm stronger than you. Your strength lifts weights and brings a man to his knees. But my words alone move mountains and send armies running in fear. Just imagine what I'll do to you with my hands. Mark, I'll admit... I'm scared. Not of you, oh no, I ain't scared of you at all. I'm scared of what I'll do to you. "
Bray arrives back at his utillity closet and stands outside with his back to the door.
"And what about Christian... oh, how the mighty have fallen. You suffered a miserably short world title reign and now you're reduced to this. But the bad times are gonna keep on comin' Christian... rest assured, you think losin' the world title was the worst day of your life? I'm about to change that. I'll leave you lying in a pool of your own blood, sweat and tears... like the ones you sacrificed to get your 15 minutes of fame as a world champion."
Bray chuckles, stroking his beard before speaking again.
"So, in summary... I don't need a tag team partner in this match... Val, you've got the night off... because you'll need all the rest you can get for when we have our eventual meeting in the ring. Just make sure you make peace with your loved ones before the inevitable. Hell, I suggest all of you make peace with your gods if you choose to believe in one, because ain't none of them gonna save you when Bray Wyatt comes to town."
Bray puts the camera on the ground, takes a step back and extends his arms.
"Tiiiiiiiiiime is on my side."
Bray laughs as he opens the closet door and enters, leaving the camera on the floor as the scene ends.
Dirty tiles, puddles on the floor and the hum of fluorescent lighting; these make the ambiance for the stage in this evening's performance. The setting is a dingy, dirty public bathroom in the EBWF arena and the lead actor known as Bray Wyatt appears to be leaning over a sink, spitting some sort of thick tar down the drain. Based on Bray's vices, it was likely to be chewing tobacco. As he sighes, he crouches down and opens a gym bag by his feet, retrieving a small black box. It appears to be a handheld camcorder, simple looking and of common make. He flips the screen open and fiddles with the buttons briefly, before turning the camera's gaze on him.
"There we go... I think that red light means it's workin'."
Brays clears his throat and dusts himself off before speaking to the camera.
"Hello boys and girls... I'm Bray Wyatt, your friendly neighborhood boogeyman, comin' to you live from the luxurious bathrooms of the EBWF arena."
Bray pans the camera around the bathroom, showing it off before turning the gaze back on him.
"You'll have to forgive me for the way I look. If it looks like I haven't slept in days, that's because I haven't. There's no rest for the wicked and I'm tired, man."
Bray inhales deeply through his nose and squeezes his sinuses with his free hand, pausing before speaking again.
"Now after last week's little incident with the smokin' and sprinklers... EBWF management didn't exactly appreciate me soakin' some of their fancy equipment. So what do they do? They suspend my interview privileges! That's right, Bray Wyatt won't be brought you to officially by the EBWF interview team for a while. But when you cut a man's throat to stop him from speakin', he's still gonna make noise. So here I am, on my own dime, makin' noise."
Bray places the camera on the sink counter and takes a step back, standing in front of a toilet cubicle
"So comin' up in a couple of days is a pretty big event. Wrestlemania... the biggest day of the year for the EBWF, the diamond in a sea of rocks. It's the night where legends are born and moments are made that live on for an eternity. Well that suits me just fine... because I too am the legend that lives on through all eternity. Me and Wrestlemania go hand in hand... but it seems Lady 'Mania doesn't think too fondly of Bray. No, she gave Bray the shaft and threw him in the ring with seven other unworthy men in an 8 man elimination rules tag team match... so that I might be stopped before I ever get started. Lady 'Mania... you can't stop me... you can only hope to slow me down. But you should know that seven men ain't enough to do that. And I know what you're thinkin'... 'Bray, you idiot, you say it's seven men against you but it's a tag team match! It's six!' I say you're the idiot. The problem is I'd sooner slap my partner across the face than trust him. There's only one man I trust and that's him."
Bray picks up the camera with one hand and films his reflection in the mirror, before putting it back down.
"Now you throw me in the ring with seven other men... seven bright, burning stars of the EBWF Universe and what do you think will happen? You think Bray will wither and perish in a ring of fire? Well to quote Johnny Cash... love is a burning thing and it makes a fiery ring... and I got more love than the world can handle man. You throw me in a ring of fire, into a sea of seven bright burning stars and I'll burn with more intensity than your mind can even comprehend... basically, I'll reduce them to ashes."
Chuckling, Bray begins to pace around the bathroom.
"So let's recognize the men I'm about to render unrecognizable, give 'em their last rites. First we got Santino, the firey Italian. Now Santino's a fighter... he's faced challenges head on and is aimin' for a Cindarella story endin'. Well Cindy, your clock just struck midnight and I found your glass slipper. But this prince ain't comin' to find you and take you away... no, he's gonna take that glass slipper and beat you over the head with it until it shatters. But only because he loves you. Truly, I do. I just wanna get that idea out of your head that you'll ever amount to anything beyond the class clown who should have never graduated from kindergaten."
Bray picks up the gym bag on the floor and hoists it over his shoulder.
"Speaking of clowns, there's also Zack Ryder. Now what can I say about him that hasn't already been said about a horse with a broken leg? Well, he's tall, skinny and makes people fall asleep... just like a Long Island Iced Tea... which I suppose is where he got that 'Long Island Iced Z' moniker. Don't worry Zack, I'll be the one putting you to sleep this time man... and it's gonna be a dirt nap. It's time to put this horse out of it's misery."
Bray chuckles before speaking again.
"And what of the man of many faces but of no future, Cody Rhodes. The man parades himself about like he's the future of this business. Cody, I've been to the future man... and you ain't in it. Probably as a result of what I did to you on Sunday... or what I will do to you.
Bray picks up the camera and begins to walk out the bathroom, still filming his face as he walks. The backstage hallways of the arena begin to pass by in a blur.
"Then there's the man I beat last week, Dolph Ziggler. It looks like I didn't quite get the job done man... you're still up and walkin'. I'll be sure to finish the job on Sunday. You wanna talk perfection? Sure... you were perfect. The way you took a beating was perfect... the way you crumbled to the ground was perfect... and the way you looked up into the eyes of the better man as he stood above you in victory... well that was pretty damn perfect too. I hope you're ready for another tannin' session under those bright lights, pretty boy... because it's comin'."
Bray stops in his tracks and looks surprised, before smiling in a devious manner.
"Well looky who we got here! If it ain't my old friend Todd Grisham!"
The camera turns towards Todd Grisham, who appears to be on a mobile phone. Noticing Bray, he quickly hangs up and backs away slowly, his hands raised to suggest he doesn't want trouble.
"N-now Bray, I'm sorry about your interview privileges, but you should know, that wasn't me who got them taken away!"
"Hey, hey, hey... who said anything about interview privileges? You're actin' mighty defensive there Todd! It's MISTER Wyatt, if you need be reminded.
"Okay... sorry Mr. Wyatt, but it wasn't me, I'm sorry."
"I know it wasn't you Todd. I believe you."
"Really?"
"Hell no! You got five seconds to get out of my sight or this time you'll be soaked in blood, not water."
"Y-you're joking, right? You wouldn't hurt EBWF staff, would you?"
"Five... four..."
Todd hastily makes a retreat, before Bray turns the camera back on him and starts to walk again.
"Sorry 'bout that folks. Back to me... let's talk about The World's Strongest Man, Mark Henry. Now Mark, you may find this hard to grasp with your tiny brain, but I'm stronger than you. Your strength lifts weights and brings a man to his knees. But my words alone move mountains and send armies running in fear. Just imagine what I'll do to you with my hands. Mark, I'll admit... I'm scared. Not of you, oh no, I ain't scared of you at all. I'm scared of what I'll do to you. "
Bray arrives back at his utillity closet and stands outside with his back to the door.
"And what about Christian... oh, how the mighty have fallen. You suffered a miserably short world title reign and now you're reduced to this. But the bad times are gonna keep on comin' Christian... rest assured, you think losin' the world title was the worst day of your life? I'm about to change that. I'll leave you lying in a pool of your own blood, sweat and tears... like the ones you sacrificed to get your 15 minutes of fame as a world champion."
Bray chuckles, stroking his beard before speaking again.
"So, in summary... I don't need a tag team partner in this match... Val, you've got the night off... because you'll need all the rest you can get for when we have our eventual meeting in the ring. Just make sure you make peace with your loved ones before the inevitable. Hell, I suggest all of you make peace with your gods if you choose to believe in one, because ain't none of them gonna save you when Bray Wyatt comes to town."
Bray puts the camera on the ground, takes a step back and extends his arms.
"Tiiiiiiiiiime is on my side."
Bray laughs as he opens the closet door and enters, leaving the camera on the floor as the scene ends.