Post by brandonbrown on Jul 25, 2009 21:40:36 GMT -5
(The scene starts in the mental institute that Brandon is in. Big B is walking towards Brandon’s room. He sees a guy standing there watching in the window.)
Big B: Who are you?
?: I’m Arnold.
Big B: Hey Arnold!
Arnold: Hey.
Big B: So, can Brandon see us through this glass?
Arnold: No. He has no idea that we are even here. We can see and hear him but he can’t hear or see us.
Big B: What the hell is he doing right now?
(Brandon is running around the room.)
Brandon: LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!
Big B: He really doesn’t like being in there.
Arnold: Nah. He’s just doing a scene from the end of Bride of Chucky.
Brandon: Go ahead and shoot. I’ll be back! I always come back! (sighs) But dying is such a bitch. (Brandon pretends to be shot and falls to the floor.)
Arnold: I love when he does that. He’s been doing it all day. I guess they shouldn’t let him watch movies.
Big B: You idiots let him watch movies. That will probably make him crazier. Oh great. Now what is he doing.
(Brandon is now sitting on the floor rocking back and forth.)
Brandon: Scarecrow…Scarecrow…
Big B: I take it he watched Batman Begins also.
Arnold: I watched with him.
Big B: At least he’s getting up now.
(Brandon runs over and bangs on the window.)
Brandon: I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE, BIG B. I KNOW IT WAS YOU WHO PUT ME IN HERE. I’M NOT CRAZY. I’M NOT.
Big B: Arnold, I thought you said he couldn’t see me.
Arnold. He can’t. He just says that every five minutes hoping that you are out here. So why did you put him into this mental institute? He thinks it is because he kicked you in the face.
Big B: No, that’s not the reason. For Christ’s sakes, he thought a title belt talked to him. That sounds like a good reason to throw him in here.
Arnold: I guess so. Does your family have any history of mental problems?
Big B: Well, we have a crazy uncle.
Arnold: Where is this crazy uncle?
Big B: They have him locked up in the biggest mental institution in the world.
Arnold: Where is that?
Big B: We were never told.
Arnold: You never asked, did you?
Big B: Not once.
(Brandon is now seen writing something on a paper.)
Big B: What is he writing?
Arnold: I don’t know. I’ve never seen him do that before.
Big B: Where did he get the pencil?
Arnold: I gave it to him.
Big B: You let them have pencils. Those could be dangerous.
Arnold: My bad.
Big B: I want to talk to Brandon. Can you let me in there?
Arnold: Of course. I must warn you though. He is dangerous. By the way, hurry up. It should be about time for his medicine.
(Arnold opens the door and Big B walks into the room. Brandon stares at Big B.)
Brandon: Have you finally decided to tell me why you had me put in here?
Big B: I’ve told you before. You are crazy. Belts don’t talk. It’s all in your head. You were just obsessed with being the champion.
Brandon. No. You’re wrong. The belt did talk to me. It said things to me all the time. I want my belt back.
Big B: You’re not getting your belt back. You lost your rematch to Komosube. Komosube is the champion.
Brandon: But I’m the true champion. The belt belongs to me. The belt even said that to me.
(Big B slaps Brandon across the face.)
Big B: Look at me. The belt doesn’t talk. It never has. It never will. It’s all in your imagination. You made it all up so something would keep you company. You needed someone to be there for you when you had nobody else and you pretended that this belt could talk. I’m sorry, Brandon. This isn’t the Neighborhood of Make Believe. This is real life. The belt is just a prop that signifies that somebody is a champion.
Brandon: Just a prop? Just a fucking prop? Are you serious? I had to work my ass off to earn that title. My blood, sweat, and tears were all put into winning that title. It’s more than just a fucking prop. It’s a title that when bestowed upon you means that you are the greatest wrestler alive today. It’s not a prop and you know it’s not a prop. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You want to be champion more than anybody else. You are jealous that I’m a two-time champion and you have never even been given a shot.
Big B: I’m jealous? I may be a bit jealous. But why would I take myself out of a Battleground Qualifier match for you?
Brandon: You what?
Big B: Yeah. I was originally scheduled to be in a Battleground qualifying match this week. But I decided that I would let you have my spot in the match. I would let you try to earn your opportunity to win back your title.
Brandon: So I have a match this week? I still get to wrestle? Are they sure they want a guy from a mental institution to wrestle?
Big B: If you admit that the belt doesn’t talk, then I will let you leave this institution. Besides, Savana is allowed to wrestle and I think he is crazy.
Brandon: But why would you give up your dream of becoming Global Heavyweight Champion for me?
Big B: I’m still trying to figure that one out myself. I decided what is more important to me in life. Being a champion would be nice, but it’s not my time yet. One of these days I will be champion. When that day comes, I hope you will be there to support me.
Brandon: The big angry black guy has a heart. Will I support you the day that you become a champion? Of course I would. I don’t know how you would become champ though because I would probably be the champ. There’s no way you can beat me. You’ll just have to go after a different belt.
Big B: Yeah, I might have too. I have beaten Komosube twice though. How many times have you beat him?
Brandon: Yeah, well you know I was going through a tough emotional rollercoaster. That’s why I lost to him at EI8HT. The other time I lost to him was because I wasn’t prepared. You were always prepared. Besides, you are actually bigger than Komosube. You have an advantage over him.
Big B: I use what God gave me.
Brandon: Yeah, Big Macs.
Big B Shut up.
Brandon: I’m just telling the truth.
Big B: So have you finally learned that the belt doesn’t talk? It is all in your head and you were making it all up.
Brandon: I’ll admit it. I made it all up. I needed company so I talked to the belt. I felt as though the belt listened to me. I made up responses for the belt and everything. When you are all alone, you do crazy shit like that. I guess I should have just jacked off.
Big B: That would have been one option. You could have just hung out with me.
Brandon: Why the fuck would I do that? You are boring as hell. You are probably the worst black guy I know.
Big B: What?
Brandon: For a black guy, you suck at being black.
Big B: Not all of us black guys are like the ones you see on television.
Brandon: Whatever. You’re still boring.
Big B: Fine, I’m boring. You know I don’t have to let you out of this mental institution. I could just leave you in here to rot.
Brandon: I know you wouldn’t do that. You wouldn’t let me suffer in here anymore.
Big B: Yeah, I felt bad that I put you in here. You just needed to admit to me that a stupid belt doesn’t talk.
Brandon: Like I said, it never talked. I just said because I wanted to.
Big B: Yeah. Now go get all of your stuff together. I’m getting you out of this place.
Brandon: Thanks, dude. Even if you did put me in here.
Big B: I only did it for your well being. You became entranced that the belt was alive.
Brandon: I did think it was alive for awhile. I knew though that it was all in my head. I just wanted to believe it could talk to me.
Big B: That’s what being champion does to you. I’m going to go sign you out now. Is that okay?
Brandon: Yeah, but you better come back.
Big B: I will.
Brandon: Wait, who are my opponents this week on Sentinel?
Big B: Aaron Kizz and Levi.
Brandon: Who are they? Are they new?
Big B: No, they have both been with the company for awhile.
Brandon: Are you sure? Why don’t I remember them?
Big B: I don’t know.
Brandon: They must wrestle at the beginning of the show. I never watch the beginning. The big boys play in the main event. Those two most be feeling lucky to main event this week.
Big B: You aren’t the main event.
Brandon: What?
Big B: You are the second match.
Brandon: How can they do this to me?
Big B: You aren’t the champ or number one contender.
Brandon: I should at least be the second to last match.
Big B: Sorry. It will be like when you first started wrestling in GIW all over again.
Brandon: Damn. Oh well. Go sign me out of here.
Big B: Okay.
(Big B walks out of the room and sees Arnold getting ready to go in.)
Big B: He doesn’t need any drugs, Arnold. I’m about ready to sign him out of here.
Arnold: Oh, that’s too bad. I was starting to like him. I guess I’ll just have to go take these drugs to some of the other patients.
Big B: I may have been a little critical of you giving Brandon some things but I think you are a good doctor.
Arnold: I’m not a doctor, but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night.
(A real doctor comes running down the hall.)
Real Doctor: Arnold, give back those drugs. How do you always get out of your room?
(The doctor chases Arnold down the hall.)
Big B: Huh, that explains some things.
(The scene goes back to Brandon in his room. Brandon is looking at the piece of paper he was drawing on.)
Brandon: Don’t worry, belt. I still hear you. I will save you.
(Scene fades to black.)
Big B: Who are you?
?: I’m Arnold.
Big B: Hey Arnold!
Arnold: Hey.
Big B: So, can Brandon see us through this glass?
Arnold: No. He has no idea that we are even here. We can see and hear him but he can’t hear or see us.
Big B: What the hell is he doing right now?
(Brandon is running around the room.)
Brandon: LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!
Big B: He really doesn’t like being in there.
Arnold: Nah. He’s just doing a scene from the end of Bride of Chucky.
Brandon: Go ahead and shoot. I’ll be back! I always come back! (sighs) But dying is such a bitch. (Brandon pretends to be shot and falls to the floor.)
Arnold: I love when he does that. He’s been doing it all day. I guess they shouldn’t let him watch movies.
Big B: You idiots let him watch movies. That will probably make him crazier. Oh great. Now what is he doing.
(Brandon is now sitting on the floor rocking back and forth.)
Brandon: Scarecrow…Scarecrow…
Big B: I take it he watched Batman Begins also.
Arnold: I watched with him.
Big B: At least he’s getting up now.
(Brandon runs over and bangs on the window.)
Brandon: I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE, BIG B. I KNOW IT WAS YOU WHO PUT ME IN HERE. I’M NOT CRAZY. I’M NOT.
Big B: Arnold, I thought you said he couldn’t see me.
Arnold. He can’t. He just says that every five minutes hoping that you are out here. So why did you put him into this mental institute? He thinks it is because he kicked you in the face.
Big B: No, that’s not the reason. For Christ’s sakes, he thought a title belt talked to him. That sounds like a good reason to throw him in here.
Arnold: I guess so. Does your family have any history of mental problems?
Big B: Well, we have a crazy uncle.
Arnold: Where is this crazy uncle?
Big B: They have him locked up in the biggest mental institution in the world.
Arnold: Where is that?
Big B: We were never told.
Arnold: You never asked, did you?
Big B: Not once.
(Brandon is now seen writing something on a paper.)
Big B: What is he writing?
Arnold: I don’t know. I’ve never seen him do that before.
Big B: Where did he get the pencil?
Arnold: I gave it to him.
Big B: You let them have pencils. Those could be dangerous.
Arnold: My bad.
Big B: I want to talk to Brandon. Can you let me in there?
Arnold: Of course. I must warn you though. He is dangerous. By the way, hurry up. It should be about time for his medicine.
(Arnold opens the door and Big B walks into the room. Brandon stares at Big B.)
Brandon: Have you finally decided to tell me why you had me put in here?
Big B: I’ve told you before. You are crazy. Belts don’t talk. It’s all in your head. You were just obsessed with being the champion.
Brandon. No. You’re wrong. The belt did talk to me. It said things to me all the time. I want my belt back.
Big B: You’re not getting your belt back. You lost your rematch to Komosube. Komosube is the champion.
Brandon: But I’m the true champion. The belt belongs to me. The belt even said that to me.
(Big B slaps Brandon across the face.)
Big B: Look at me. The belt doesn’t talk. It never has. It never will. It’s all in your imagination. You made it all up so something would keep you company. You needed someone to be there for you when you had nobody else and you pretended that this belt could talk. I’m sorry, Brandon. This isn’t the Neighborhood of Make Believe. This is real life. The belt is just a prop that signifies that somebody is a champion.
Brandon: Just a prop? Just a fucking prop? Are you serious? I had to work my ass off to earn that title. My blood, sweat, and tears were all put into winning that title. It’s more than just a fucking prop. It’s a title that when bestowed upon you means that you are the greatest wrestler alive today. It’s not a prop and you know it’s not a prop. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You want to be champion more than anybody else. You are jealous that I’m a two-time champion and you have never even been given a shot.
Big B: I’m jealous? I may be a bit jealous. But why would I take myself out of a Battleground Qualifier match for you?
Brandon: You what?
Big B: Yeah. I was originally scheduled to be in a Battleground qualifying match this week. But I decided that I would let you have my spot in the match. I would let you try to earn your opportunity to win back your title.
Brandon: So I have a match this week? I still get to wrestle? Are they sure they want a guy from a mental institution to wrestle?
Big B: If you admit that the belt doesn’t talk, then I will let you leave this institution. Besides, Savana is allowed to wrestle and I think he is crazy.
Brandon: But why would you give up your dream of becoming Global Heavyweight Champion for me?
Big B: I’m still trying to figure that one out myself. I decided what is more important to me in life. Being a champion would be nice, but it’s not my time yet. One of these days I will be champion. When that day comes, I hope you will be there to support me.
Brandon: The big angry black guy has a heart. Will I support you the day that you become a champion? Of course I would. I don’t know how you would become champ though because I would probably be the champ. There’s no way you can beat me. You’ll just have to go after a different belt.
Big B: Yeah, I might have too. I have beaten Komosube twice though. How many times have you beat him?
Brandon: Yeah, well you know I was going through a tough emotional rollercoaster. That’s why I lost to him at EI8HT. The other time I lost to him was because I wasn’t prepared. You were always prepared. Besides, you are actually bigger than Komosube. You have an advantage over him.
Big B: I use what God gave me.
Brandon: Yeah, Big Macs.
Big B Shut up.
Brandon: I’m just telling the truth.
Big B: So have you finally learned that the belt doesn’t talk? It is all in your head and you were making it all up.
Brandon: I’ll admit it. I made it all up. I needed company so I talked to the belt. I felt as though the belt listened to me. I made up responses for the belt and everything. When you are all alone, you do crazy shit like that. I guess I should have just jacked off.
Big B: That would have been one option. You could have just hung out with me.
Brandon: Why the fuck would I do that? You are boring as hell. You are probably the worst black guy I know.
Big B: What?
Brandon: For a black guy, you suck at being black.
Big B: Not all of us black guys are like the ones you see on television.
Brandon: Whatever. You’re still boring.
Big B: Fine, I’m boring. You know I don’t have to let you out of this mental institution. I could just leave you in here to rot.
Brandon: I know you wouldn’t do that. You wouldn’t let me suffer in here anymore.
Big B: Yeah, I felt bad that I put you in here. You just needed to admit to me that a stupid belt doesn’t talk.
Brandon: Like I said, it never talked. I just said because I wanted to.
Big B: Yeah. Now go get all of your stuff together. I’m getting you out of this place.
Brandon: Thanks, dude. Even if you did put me in here.
Big B: I only did it for your well being. You became entranced that the belt was alive.
Brandon: I did think it was alive for awhile. I knew though that it was all in my head. I just wanted to believe it could talk to me.
Big B: That’s what being champion does to you. I’m going to go sign you out now. Is that okay?
Brandon: Yeah, but you better come back.
Big B: I will.
Brandon: Wait, who are my opponents this week on Sentinel?
Big B: Aaron Kizz and Levi.
Brandon: Who are they? Are they new?
Big B: No, they have both been with the company for awhile.
Brandon: Are you sure? Why don’t I remember them?
Big B: I don’t know.
Brandon: They must wrestle at the beginning of the show. I never watch the beginning. The big boys play in the main event. Those two most be feeling lucky to main event this week.
Big B: You aren’t the main event.
Brandon: What?
Big B: You are the second match.
Brandon: How can they do this to me?
Big B: You aren’t the champ or number one contender.
Brandon: I should at least be the second to last match.
Big B: Sorry. It will be like when you first started wrestling in GIW all over again.
Brandon: Damn. Oh well. Go sign me out of here.
Big B: Okay.
(Big B walks out of the room and sees Arnold getting ready to go in.)
Big B: He doesn’t need any drugs, Arnold. I’m about ready to sign him out of here.
Arnold: Oh, that’s too bad. I was starting to like him. I guess I’ll just have to go take these drugs to some of the other patients.
Big B: I may have been a little critical of you giving Brandon some things but I think you are a good doctor.
Arnold: I’m not a doctor, but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night.
(A real doctor comes running down the hall.)
Real Doctor: Arnold, give back those drugs. How do you always get out of your room?
(The doctor chases Arnold down the hall.)
Big B: Huh, that explains some things.
(The scene goes back to Brandon in his room. Brandon is looking at the piece of paper he was drawing on.)
Brandon: Don’t worry, belt. I still hear you. I will save you.
(Scene fades to black.)