Post by Smith Jones on Sept 24, 2013 17:26:43 GMT -5
Fade up on a shot of Mya Denton as she looks at herself on Smith’s camera phone. She’s recording video and fixing her bangs. We can see that she’s in the passenger’s seat of a moving vehicle. The low angle shot looks up at Mya as she as looking down and mussing her hair with both hands. We can’t see Smith. Only Mya dressed in a little black dress. She holds her hair up behind her in a ponytail and turns her head to the side. She then lets her long brown hair spill over her shoulders. She picks up the phone. We now look her in the face as she still tosses her hair. Behind her we can see that the partition is open and the long luxurious limo stretches out behind her. She shifts in her seat and turns to Smith.
Mya: Up or down?
Smith: What?
Mya: Up or down?
She holds her hair up in a ponytail again showing it to Smith. We still only see Mya in the frame.
Smith: Driving here.
Mya: Just look for a second!!!
Mya turns the camera to Smith. He’s wearing his white ring attire and is still coated in sweat. He glances over at Mya with a deadpan look on his face. He then immediately looks back onto the road. The camera stays on Smith driving as we see darkness out the window in the background. The occasional light passes by outside, but not often. It’s getting late. He answers Mya’s question.
Smith: Down.
Mya: You always say down!!
Smith: I like it down, baby. Come on! Aren’t you the one who wanted me to focus?? We’ve got that pink-haired bitch locked in the trunk of our extravagant white limousine and all you can think about is your hair?!?? Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this??? Do you have any idea the things I want to do to her tonight now that I’ve finally got my hands on her?!!!?!??! THIS IS MY CHANCE TO DEFILE AND DEMORALIZE HER!!!!!
Mya: Baby, calm down. I know! I need to look good because we need to film it.
Smith takes a good long look at Mya with a growing smile creeping across his face. He really looks at her hair.
Smith: Honey, I love it down. Just keep it down. That is a truly inspired idea, Mya. We need to document it.
Mya: She’s gonna lose her mind when she sees what we do with her.
Smith: Hehehehehe!!! I cannot fucking wait!
Mya: Baby, do you wanna…
The video jitters and jumps forward in time. The phone is resting on the back seat looking up at the limo ceiling. Smith and Mya have stopped by the side of the highway. They’ve both crawled into the back of the limousine to fuck. It’s dark in the car so details are difficult to see, but they are unmistakably having sex. Body parts randomly enter and exit the frame. The limo rocks as Mya rides Smith in the back seat. Brytain can be heard knocking on the inside of the trunk as S&M grunt and moan together. The video then jumps ahead again. Cut to a shot of the empty trunk of the white limousine. The phone spins to face Smith who is standing outside the car alone. Jones is now wearing blue jeans and a gray tee that says ‘Pink Alert’ on the front of it in black lettering with a large pink X overtop of the whole thing. He slams the trunk shut. He turns the camera to show the run-down shack where they’ve now parked.
Smith then walks around the shack and shows us the front door which is slightly ajar. It’s dark inside. A scream is heard just as Smith shuts the front door from the outside and walks away from the shack. He wanders out into a dark field of tall grass under the light of the moon. He looks up at it and smiles. He then frowns at a different random thought. He looks down.
Smith: Draven Logan Kennedy. Kennedy, I need a favour from you. Can you help me? I need you to help me. I need your help. Can you do me a favour, Draven? Can you help?
Jones looks up at the moon again and daydreams about satisfaction. He thinks back to his younger days immersed in the blissfulness of ignorance. He chuckles lightly to himself. Then, sudden rage overtakes him and he raises his voice a little. He points the camera at the moon as he speaks.
Smith: I need help!! I need you, DLK, to help me prove to Brytain Montgomery that I am indeed out of my mind, if only a little itty bit. She doesn’t believe me. She thinks I’m faking my OCD. She thinks my depression’s a deception. She would have you all believe that I’m just acting crazy. Denial. She’s in denial, right Draven? Please help me out with this. Be the opponent that I go nuts on that makes Brytain Montgomery believe me. Be the object of my uncontrollable anger and let me tear you limb from limb this Saturday Night Rapture so Brytain can watch me eat you for dinner and then go out dancing with the hottest ass in all of PCW, my Mya Denton. I’ll do anything –ANYTHING– to make Brytain Montgomery see that I’m legit. I care, I really care what that dizzy bitch thinks of me and I lose sleep every night knowing that I don’t have the respect of yet another dirty, low-down, undereducated, self-righteous, self-centred, self-aggrandizing, pencil-necked, know-nothing, run-of-the-mill, dime-a-dozen doubter! But this promo isn’t really about her, is it Draven?
The camera spins to face Smith’s angry visage. He looks at his own face on the screen and scowls deeply. Smith spits on the ground and looks into his own eyes.
Smith: Drave. Buuuuuuuuddyyy. You know as well as I do how crazy bitches can be sometimes. Am I right? Bitches be crazy! You’ve had your share of lady troubles same as I have. And yet we both still battle on with the battle axes, don’t we? I’m weak for pussy! It’s a curse, really, this amazing ability to attract the attention of the opposite sex. But you get that too, don’t you Draven? You’ve dipped your pen in the inkwell a time or two in your day, haven’t you?
Smith laughs for a while and then stops laughing. He looks at the camera as he cradles his white iPhone in his hand and walks on.
Smith: Man to man, I need this favour from you bro. I need you to help me out with Brytain Montgomery. I need you to get your ass handed to you by a much, much better man this Saturday night! I need the decimation of DLK to stand as a shining example to that pink-haired piece of putrid human trash that I’m not fucking around here!!!!! I will be PCW Broadcast Champion again whether she likes it or not!!!! Whether any of you slovenly fucks out there likes it or not!!!!!!! I’m Smith Jones! Still and always. And even though there are many #heels in this company, I declare myself as THE #heel of PCW. I am king of the #heels! I declare war not only on all babyfaces, but on all tweeners and all #heels in PCW to be bigger and badder #heels than the real #heel of PCW, Smith fucking Jones! Go! I dare you all! I dare YOU , Draven!!!! I dare you to go out there and do what you always do. Get the people to hate you. But here’s a tip: make them hate you because you’re a bad motherfucker and not just because you BORE them to death!!!! Saint was right! He often is. You, my friend, are the most boring opponent I’ve faced in a loooooooong time. Coming up with an angle to attack you from was difficult not because I couldn’t think of anything, but because I couldn’t narrow it down! If your next promo isn’t a little bit more focused and well developed and (for God’s sake) EDITED DOWN, then you will have absolutely NO SHOT at beating me this Saturday night. Nobody wants to hear those bitches talk about real estate and breaking promises. It’s like a daytime soap opera but without any intrigue or sex. You need to change your game. You need to find a direction and walk in that direction until you actually get somewhere. Watching you manage your wrestling career is like watching a baby try to open a bottle of prescription pills! Doesn’t look like you’re gonna get it. And when it’s all over, you will be nothing more than a crying infant who’s up way past his bedtime. So when I say I need you to do the incredible Smith Jones a favour, your immediate knee-jerk response should be to prepare yourself for whatever whim I may have in store for your tiny little life.
He stops walking when he gets to the edge of a deep wood. He looks in past the thick trees and into the darkness. Random woodland creatures move and chirp and slither in the night. Smith feels somewhat at home in this environ. Again, he finds the moon and he stares. Smith points the camera at the moon and zooms in. The camera goes fuzzy and then the video jumps forward in time again. Jones is now inside the shack. There is only one light bulb on, hanging from its cable in the middle of the ceiling. Mya’s disturbing chuckle can be heard, but not much can be seen in this largely dark space. Smith places his iPhone on a ledge facing into the room. We can see the light on the ceiling, a doorway that leads to another dark room. In the middle of this room is a large freestanding wooden X. There is someone tied to the X with both arms stretch wide and both legs tied in similar fashion. We hear a noise from a dark shadowy corner as Mya’s laugh seems to be coming from everywhere. Smith walks over to the wooden X and kisses the mess of pink hair that hangs over the forehead of his vulnerable victim.
Smith: You’re all the same. Indeed we are all the same. Sucking oxygen like it’s our right, ignoring the miracle of simple existence. Squandering the chance to come together and be one powerful force in the history of time! We instead choose to hurt, maim, and kill those around us so that we can have it all. We gas our children in the name of war. We bomb innocent people for the sake of delivering our grim message. We kill that which we do not understand. We kill that which we do understand. We kill and then we kill some more. Why do we kill, Draven? Why do we kill, Brytain Montgomery? Mya! Mya, why do we kill?
He waits for an answer from Mya but nothing comes. Even her laughter has stopped. There is another shuffling noise from the dark corners of the shack. Smith ignores it and speaks on.
Smith: We kill because of ego. Only a creature with a tremendous ego would have the audacity to think of itself as so important that the life of the other being simply doesn’t matter. Ego. When I look around PCW, ego is a rampant problem. Everyone thinks everyone cares about everything they have to say. Draven is the perfect example of that. So are you, Brytain Montgomery.
Smith winds up and punches her in the stomach. She groans and bends forward as far as she can, still tied high at the wrists. Smith takes a running start and throws a stiff punch to her ribs. She twists to the side and starts to cry a little bit. Smith gets out a knife and holds it to her throat. Her shallow breathing and sobs reach the walls of the shack and die, unheard by anyone who cares. He then reaches up and cuts one arm loose. He cuts free both ankles and decides to let her hang by one arm. He quickly spins and hits her with an open-handed version of a spinning backfist that knocks the pink wig off her head. Mya hangs limply by one arm and laughs and cries at the same time. Mascara leaks down her cheeks. Smith starts to laugh out loud! He cuts her free and she hits the floor with a dull thud. He walks over to the camera on the ledge and steps right close to the lens with a crooked smile. His face fills the frame. His eyes are wild.
Smith: Your egos are as rampant as my own! You both think the world really gives a fuck about you and what you have to say! I’m not afraid of you Draven Logan Kennedy. I’m not afraid of you Brytain Montgomery. I’m not afraid of anyone. I give you both credit for finding ways to stay on the radar in a business that swallows some people whole. Your egos have gotten you far in your lives. But there comes a point in everyone’s life when he or she hits an obstacle that is simply too big to overcome. That’s when your ego will get you into trouble. That’s when you get yourself fucking hurt.
Smith steps to the side and the real Brytain Montgomery is standing there behind him, ready to attack him! Smith dodges her first punch, but she hits him in the face with the second one! Mya grabs Brytain around the neck with a length of rope. Smith tackles Brytain to the ground as Mya keeps the rope around her neck. Brytain lays on her back with Smith straddling her and Mya above her head holding that rope. Mya kisses Smith with her busted up lip. He kisses her as well. Brytain has been heavily beaten and heavily drugged. She is not herself right now. Smith motions to Mya to go get the camera. She brings it close as the shot is from directly above Brytain, upside down.
Smith: This has been quite a long night for you. We’ve beaten you up…
Cut to a shot of Smith punching Brytain in the face with brass knuckles as blood spills freely from her forehead and mattes her hair to her porcelain flesh. She lets out the occasional yelp as he piston punches her into oblivion.
Smith: We’ve electrocuted you…
Cut to a shot of Brytain sitting tied to a chair by lengths of chain. Her feet are bound together as they rest in a large bucket of water. There are diodes attached to her skin and a mess of wires coming from a control box. Mya turns up a knob. Brytain convulses in the chair and then stops. Then starts again. Then stops. Mya is laughing her ass off the whole time.
Smith: We’ve made you our very own…
Cut to a shot of Brytain tied to that large wooden X in the middle of the room. Mya skips slowly around the room while Smith sits in a chair in front of Brytain and pays close attention to what he’s doing to her. He has a knife in his hand and he’s looking at the letters S&M that he has drawn on her hipbone in blue marker. He looks up at Brytain’s face. She looks to be on a different planet right now. Good drugs. Jones leans in close and plunges the knife into her abdomen. She screams out! Cut to a shot of Brytain laying on the floor with Smith straddling her and a rope around her neck. Brytain’s face apprears upside down from Mya’s camera angle. She glares daggers into Smith’s eyes as he glares down at her.
Smith: This world is full of apocalyptic madmen and unkillable monsters just like you, Draven. You walk down that aisle to a round of boos from an angry crowd and you rip their signs and spit in their faces, quite literally. Your ring skill is there. You’re a dangerous man, DLK. As a master of suplexes myself, I can attest to the fact that the Dravenplex is fucking legit! But, so is my belly-to-belly into the turnbuckles called Take It Home. You may think your cutter, the Death Note, is a sick finisher, but I’m sure you can recall from the last time we were in the ring together how effective the Point of Controversy can be. The only reason you call yourself the Resident Asshole is because every time your hole opens up shit falls out of it! I’m gonna kick your ass by throwing a textbook standing dropkick one inch above your chin! You came to play, did you? I came to work. Both of these facts are evidenced by the careers we are currently leading. You’re on more of a part-time type dealio while I am Rapture!!!! Psychos R' Us was a long damned time ago, pal. You wish you could hold that kind of power in today’s PCW, but today’s PCW is going to toss you out the side of a moving vehicle and leave you for dead in the middle of the street in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. Your ego kept you blind to your lack of ability to beat this challenge. Your life serves as an example to all who think they can be the one to end me. You will fail the way everyone else has failed. And I’m not just talking about win-loss records. I’m talking about what really drives this biz. I’m talking about ratings. Because you know, DLK, the moment I am done with you, you will fall right off the face of the Earth back to where you came from while I continue on.
Smith leans in even closer to Brytain’s face as their eyes do not part from each other.
Smith: Draven Logan Kennedy. The last time we fought, I was an up and coming young star who had no business beating someone as established as you are… and I won. This time around, I’m the show and you are a supporting character in MY story. You’re like the nameless security guard that gets killed when the main bad guy makes his big entrance. You’re lookin’ at the main bad guy… the #heel of PCW… and I am the last man to see you alive.
Cut to a shot of Brytain tied to a chair. Smith is behind the chair leaning against the wall. He's supporting the weight of the chair as it is leaning back against him. Brytain’s pink hair gets in his face. Mya is across the room filling a bucket with water. Smith puts a cloth over Brytain’s face and Mya pours the bucket of water over the cloth. Waterboarding. Brytain starts to cough and choke as both she and Smith a now soaking wet! Mya goes across the room again to a large sink where she starts to refill the bucket. Brytain is coughing and gagging hysterically. Smith holds the chair against himself and smiles. Mya returns and pours another bucket of water over Brytain and Smith. Brytain struggles. Smith laughs.
Smith: I push things to the Point of Controversy because it’s interesting. It’s just plain fun to watch you all squirm every time I make a move. I waited literally months to get my hands on Brytain like this and it was well worth the wait. Soon, the waiting will be fully over and I’ll dessign a brand new PCW Broadcast Championship belt!!!! But if I don’t beat Brytain for that title at Anarchy, I promise you that I will never, ever, ever challenge for the PCW Broadcast Title ever again. I don’t plan on losing.
The video jitters again and cuts ahead in time. The white limousine is speeding down a dark two-lane highway. The back passenger’s side door opens and Brytain is shoved out of the moving car! Mya holds the camera out the door as Brytain’s lifeless body hits the asphalt and tumbles violently to a stop. Silence. The moon shines down on her. Fade to black.
Mya: Up or down?
Smith: What?
Mya: Up or down?
She holds her hair up in a ponytail again showing it to Smith. We still only see Mya in the frame.
Smith: Driving here.
Mya: Just look for a second!!!
Mya turns the camera to Smith. He’s wearing his white ring attire and is still coated in sweat. He glances over at Mya with a deadpan look on his face. He then immediately looks back onto the road. The camera stays on Smith driving as we see darkness out the window in the background. The occasional light passes by outside, but not often. It’s getting late. He answers Mya’s question.
Smith: Down.
Mya: You always say down!!
Smith: I like it down, baby. Come on! Aren’t you the one who wanted me to focus?? We’ve got that pink-haired bitch locked in the trunk of our extravagant white limousine and all you can think about is your hair?!?? Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this??? Do you have any idea the things I want to do to her tonight now that I’ve finally got my hands on her?!!!?!??! THIS IS MY CHANCE TO DEFILE AND DEMORALIZE HER!!!!!
Mya: Baby, calm down. I know! I need to look good because we need to film it.
Smith takes a good long look at Mya with a growing smile creeping across his face. He really looks at her hair.
Smith: Honey, I love it down. Just keep it down. That is a truly inspired idea, Mya. We need to document it.
Mya: She’s gonna lose her mind when she sees what we do with her.
Smith: Hehehehehe!!! I cannot fucking wait!
Mya: Baby, do you wanna…
The video jitters and jumps forward in time. The phone is resting on the back seat looking up at the limo ceiling. Smith and Mya have stopped by the side of the highway. They’ve both crawled into the back of the limousine to fuck. It’s dark in the car so details are difficult to see, but they are unmistakably having sex. Body parts randomly enter and exit the frame. The limo rocks as Mya rides Smith in the back seat. Brytain can be heard knocking on the inside of the trunk as S&M grunt and moan together. The video then jumps ahead again. Cut to a shot of the empty trunk of the white limousine. The phone spins to face Smith who is standing outside the car alone. Jones is now wearing blue jeans and a gray tee that says ‘Pink Alert’ on the front of it in black lettering with a large pink X overtop of the whole thing. He slams the trunk shut. He turns the camera to show the run-down shack where they’ve now parked.
Smith then walks around the shack and shows us the front door which is slightly ajar. It’s dark inside. A scream is heard just as Smith shuts the front door from the outside and walks away from the shack. He wanders out into a dark field of tall grass under the light of the moon. He looks up at it and smiles. He then frowns at a different random thought. He looks down.
Smith: Draven Logan Kennedy. Kennedy, I need a favour from you. Can you help me? I need you to help me. I need your help. Can you do me a favour, Draven? Can you help?
Jones looks up at the moon again and daydreams about satisfaction. He thinks back to his younger days immersed in the blissfulness of ignorance. He chuckles lightly to himself. Then, sudden rage overtakes him and he raises his voice a little. He points the camera at the moon as he speaks.
Smith: I need help!! I need you, DLK, to help me prove to Brytain Montgomery that I am indeed out of my mind, if only a little itty bit. She doesn’t believe me. She thinks I’m faking my OCD. She thinks my depression’s a deception. She would have you all believe that I’m just acting crazy. Denial. She’s in denial, right Draven? Please help me out with this. Be the opponent that I go nuts on that makes Brytain Montgomery believe me. Be the object of my uncontrollable anger and let me tear you limb from limb this Saturday Night Rapture so Brytain can watch me eat you for dinner and then go out dancing with the hottest ass in all of PCW, my Mya Denton. I’ll do anything –ANYTHING– to make Brytain Montgomery see that I’m legit. I care, I really care what that dizzy bitch thinks of me and I lose sleep every night knowing that I don’t have the respect of yet another dirty, low-down, undereducated, self-righteous, self-centred, self-aggrandizing, pencil-necked, know-nothing, run-of-the-mill, dime-a-dozen doubter! But this promo isn’t really about her, is it Draven?
The camera spins to face Smith’s angry visage. He looks at his own face on the screen and scowls deeply. Smith spits on the ground and looks into his own eyes.
Smith: Drave. Buuuuuuuuddyyy. You know as well as I do how crazy bitches can be sometimes. Am I right? Bitches be crazy! You’ve had your share of lady troubles same as I have. And yet we both still battle on with the battle axes, don’t we? I’m weak for pussy! It’s a curse, really, this amazing ability to attract the attention of the opposite sex. But you get that too, don’t you Draven? You’ve dipped your pen in the inkwell a time or two in your day, haven’t you?
Smith laughs for a while and then stops laughing. He looks at the camera as he cradles his white iPhone in his hand and walks on.
Smith: Man to man, I need this favour from you bro. I need you to help me out with Brytain Montgomery. I need you to get your ass handed to you by a much, much better man this Saturday night! I need the decimation of DLK to stand as a shining example to that pink-haired piece of putrid human trash that I’m not fucking around here!!!!! I will be PCW Broadcast Champion again whether she likes it or not!!!! Whether any of you slovenly fucks out there likes it or not!!!!!!! I’m Smith Jones! Still and always. And even though there are many #heels in this company, I declare myself as THE #heel of PCW. I am king of the #heels! I declare war not only on all babyfaces, but on all tweeners and all #heels in PCW to be bigger and badder #heels than the real #heel of PCW, Smith fucking Jones! Go! I dare you all! I dare YOU , Draven!!!! I dare you to go out there and do what you always do. Get the people to hate you. But here’s a tip: make them hate you because you’re a bad motherfucker and not just because you BORE them to death!!!! Saint was right! He often is. You, my friend, are the most boring opponent I’ve faced in a loooooooong time. Coming up with an angle to attack you from was difficult not because I couldn’t think of anything, but because I couldn’t narrow it down! If your next promo isn’t a little bit more focused and well developed and (for God’s sake) EDITED DOWN, then you will have absolutely NO SHOT at beating me this Saturday night. Nobody wants to hear those bitches talk about real estate and breaking promises. It’s like a daytime soap opera but without any intrigue or sex. You need to change your game. You need to find a direction and walk in that direction until you actually get somewhere. Watching you manage your wrestling career is like watching a baby try to open a bottle of prescription pills! Doesn’t look like you’re gonna get it. And when it’s all over, you will be nothing more than a crying infant who’s up way past his bedtime. So when I say I need you to do the incredible Smith Jones a favour, your immediate knee-jerk response should be to prepare yourself for whatever whim I may have in store for your tiny little life.
He stops walking when he gets to the edge of a deep wood. He looks in past the thick trees and into the darkness. Random woodland creatures move and chirp and slither in the night. Smith feels somewhat at home in this environ. Again, he finds the moon and he stares. Smith points the camera at the moon and zooms in. The camera goes fuzzy and then the video jumps forward in time again. Jones is now inside the shack. There is only one light bulb on, hanging from its cable in the middle of the ceiling. Mya’s disturbing chuckle can be heard, but not much can be seen in this largely dark space. Smith places his iPhone on a ledge facing into the room. We can see the light on the ceiling, a doorway that leads to another dark room. In the middle of this room is a large freestanding wooden X. There is someone tied to the X with both arms stretch wide and both legs tied in similar fashion. We hear a noise from a dark shadowy corner as Mya’s laugh seems to be coming from everywhere. Smith walks over to the wooden X and kisses the mess of pink hair that hangs over the forehead of his vulnerable victim.
Smith: You’re all the same. Indeed we are all the same. Sucking oxygen like it’s our right, ignoring the miracle of simple existence. Squandering the chance to come together and be one powerful force in the history of time! We instead choose to hurt, maim, and kill those around us so that we can have it all. We gas our children in the name of war. We bomb innocent people for the sake of delivering our grim message. We kill that which we do not understand. We kill that which we do understand. We kill and then we kill some more. Why do we kill, Draven? Why do we kill, Brytain Montgomery? Mya! Mya, why do we kill?
He waits for an answer from Mya but nothing comes. Even her laughter has stopped. There is another shuffling noise from the dark corners of the shack. Smith ignores it and speaks on.
Smith: We kill because of ego. Only a creature with a tremendous ego would have the audacity to think of itself as so important that the life of the other being simply doesn’t matter. Ego. When I look around PCW, ego is a rampant problem. Everyone thinks everyone cares about everything they have to say. Draven is the perfect example of that. So are you, Brytain Montgomery.
Smith winds up and punches her in the stomach. She groans and bends forward as far as she can, still tied high at the wrists. Smith takes a running start and throws a stiff punch to her ribs. She twists to the side and starts to cry a little bit. Smith gets out a knife and holds it to her throat. Her shallow breathing and sobs reach the walls of the shack and die, unheard by anyone who cares. He then reaches up and cuts one arm loose. He cuts free both ankles and decides to let her hang by one arm. He quickly spins and hits her with an open-handed version of a spinning backfist that knocks the pink wig off her head. Mya hangs limply by one arm and laughs and cries at the same time. Mascara leaks down her cheeks. Smith starts to laugh out loud! He cuts her free and she hits the floor with a dull thud. He walks over to the camera on the ledge and steps right close to the lens with a crooked smile. His face fills the frame. His eyes are wild.
Smith: Your egos are as rampant as my own! You both think the world really gives a fuck about you and what you have to say! I’m not afraid of you Draven Logan Kennedy. I’m not afraid of you Brytain Montgomery. I’m not afraid of anyone. I give you both credit for finding ways to stay on the radar in a business that swallows some people whole. Your egos have gotten you far in your lives. But there comes a point in everyone’s life when he or she hits an obstacle that is simply too big to overcome. That’s when your ego will get you into trouble. That’s when you get yourself fucking hurt.
Smith steps to the side and the real Brytain Montgomery is standing there behind him, ready to attack him! Smith dodges her first punch, but she hits him in the face with the second one! Mya grabs Brytain around the neck with a length of rope. Smith tackles Brytain to the ground as Mya keeps the rope around her neck. Brytain lays on her back with Smith straddling her and Mya above her head holding that rope. Mya kisses Smith with her busted up lip. He kisses her as well. Brytain has been heavily beaten and heavily drugged. She is not herself right now. Smith motions to Mya to go get the camera. She brings it close as the shot is from directly above Brytain, upside down.
Smith: This has been quite a long night for you. We’ve beaten you up…
Cut to a shot of Smith punching Brytain in the face with brass knuckles as blood spills freely from her forehead and mattes her hair to her porcelain flesh. She lets out the occasional yelp as he piston punches her into oblivion.
Smith: We’ve electrocuted you…
Cut to a shot of Brytain sitting tied to a chair by lengths of chain. Her feet are bound together as they rest in a large bucket of water. There are diodes attached to her skin and a mess of wires coming from a control box. Mya turns up a knob. Brytain convulses in the chair and then stops. Then starts again. Then stops. Mya is laughing her ass off the whole time.
Smith: We’ve made you our very own…
Cut to a shot of Brytain tied to that large wooden X in the middle of the room. Mya skips slowly around the room while Smith sits in a chair in front of Brytain and pays close attention to what he’s doing to her. He has a knife in his hand and he’s looking at the letters S&M that he has drawn on her hipbone in blue marker. He looks up at Brytain’s face. She looks to be on a different planet right now. Good drugs. Jones leans in close and plunges the knife into her abdomen. She screams out! Cut to a shot of Brytain laying on the floor with Smith straddling her and a rope around her neck. Brytain’s face apprears upside down from Mya’s camera angle. She glares daggers into Smith’s eyes as he glares down at her.
Smith: This world is full of apocalyptic madmen and unkillable monsters just like you, Draven. You walk down that aisle to a round of boos from an angry crowd and you rip their signs and spit in their faces, quite literally. Your ring skill is there. You’re a dangerous man, DLK. As a master of suplexes myself, I can attest to the fact that the Dravenplex is fucking legit! But, so is my belly-to-belly into the turnbuckles called Take It Home. You may think your cutter, the Death Note, is a sick finisher, but I’m sure you can recall from the last time we were in the ring together how effective the Point of Controversy can be. The only reason you call yourself the Resident Asshole is because every time your hole opens up shit falls out of it! I’m gonna kick your ass by throwing a textbook standing dropkick one inch above your chin! You came to play, did you? I came to work. Both of these facts are evidenced by the careers we are currently leading. You’re on more of a part-time type dealio while I am Rapture!!!! Psychos R' Us was a long damned time ago, pal. You wish you could hold that kind of power in today’s PCW, but today’s PCW is going to toss you out the side of a moving vehicle and leave you for dead in the middle of the street in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. Your ego kept you blind to your lack of ability to beat this challenge. Your life serves as an example to all who think they can be the one to end me. You will fail the way everyone else has failed. And I’m not just talking about win-loss records. I’m talking about what really drives this biz. I’m talking about ratings. Because you know, DLK, the moment I am done with you, you will fall right off the face of the Earth back to where you came from while I continue on.
Smith leans in even closer to Brytain’s face as their eyes do not part from each other.
Smith: Draven Logan Kennedy. The last time we fought, I was an up and coming young star who had no business beating someone as established as you are… and I won. This time around, I’m the show and you are a supporting character in MY story. You’re like the nameless security guard that gets killed when the main bad guy makes his big entrance. You’re lookin’ at the main bad guy… the #heel of PCW… and I am the last man to see you alive.
Cut to a shot of Brytain tied to a chair. Smith is behind the chair leaning against the wall. He's supporting the weight of the chair as it is leaning back against him. Brytain’s pink hair gets in his face. Mya is across the room filling a bucket with water. Smith puts a cloth over Brytain’s face and Mya pours the bucket of water over the cloth. Waterboarding. Brytain starts to cough and choke as both she and Smith a now soaking wet! Mya goes across the room again to a large sink where she starts to refill the bucket. Brytain is coughing and gagging hysterically. Smith holds the chair against himself and smiles. Mya returns and pours another bucket of water over Brytain and Smith. Brytain struggles. Smith laughs.
Smith: I push things to the Point of Controversy because it’s interesting. It’s just plain fun to watch you all squirm every time I make a move. I waited literally months to get my hands on Brytain like this and it was well worth the wait. Soon, the waiting will be fully over and I’ll dessign a brand new PCW Broadcast Championship belt!!!! But if I don’t beat Brytain for that title at Anarchy, I promise you that I will never, ever, ever challenge for the PCW Broadcast Title ever again. I don’t plan on losing.
The video jitters again and cuts ahead in time. The white limousine is speeding down a dark two-lane highway. The back passenger’s side door opens and Brytain is shoved out of the moving car! Mya holds the camera out the door as Brytain’s lifeless body hits the asphalt and tumbles violently to a stop. Silence. The moon shines down on her. Fade to black.