Post by sonstuds on Aug 12, 2007 20:24:06 GMT -5
{He walks down the hospital corridor with an attractive nurse next to him.}[/color]
Nurse:[/color] It’s great that you’d take time out of your schedule to visit some of your fans.
{He needs better publicity and the WFWF sent him.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I need better publicity and the WFWF sent me.
{Both stop as EBR quickly audibles out of the situation.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I’m kidding…I always visit my fans…I love my fans…they’re great…yeah, whatever.
{They continue walking down the grey hallway. The old people smell that resides in hospitals is surprisingly absent as he pulls a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Anywhere I can go to a get a quick smoke?
{A kid walks past them, connected to an IV as another, less attractive nurse leads him down the hall.}[/color]
Nurse:[/color] Can you put those away? After all, it is a hospital….
EBR:[/COLOR] What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
{Realizing his mistake he throws his hand up innocently and shouts.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] My bad. {Directed to the original nurse he wants to have sex with}[/color] Sorry, I’m just a little nervous. I don’t work well with kids.
{They’re always looking at him.}[/color]
Nurse:[/color] You’ll be fine. It’s just through that door.
{The sentence sounded eerily reminiscent to “Silence of the Lambs” when Barney tells Clarice where to go to meet Hannibal for the first time. EBR squints and steps forward before pushing the brown door open, into a room full of kids. Fuck. There’s so many of them. The room is neatly organized with beds lined horizontally, one after another with several pieces of small, wooden furniture scattered across the room. The light glares off the headache inducing white walls, adding to EBR’s overall discomfort. A few of them stare as he walks in, their eyes piercing at him. He avoids any contact and looks straight ahead. He sighs before speaking with over emphasized enthusiasm.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Hey! It’s me; WFWF wrestler EBR. Yeah!
{Some of the kids lightly cheer, while most were never paying attention to begin with. EBR gradually walks around the room, before stopping at a boy around the age of five.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Do you know who I am?
{The boy shakes his head.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Alright, I’m not here for you in that case. Good luck with whatever it is you’re fighting.
{He nods politely and momentarily pauses. This could take awhile and would really be nothing but awkward. Thinking on his feet, he again demands attention of the room.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Okay, who knows who I am?
{Four of them raise their hands, the closest being a girl lying in her bed. EBR walks over, stepping on an action figure on the way. He grumbles before lightly moving it away with his foot. He kindly pulls a chair closer to the girl and sits.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] So, what’s your name?
Girl:[/color] Samantha.
EBR:[/COLOR] True, true…you a big fan?
{She shrugs.}[/color]
Samantha:[/color] You’re okay.
EBR:[/COLOR] {Nodding}[/color] Yeah…yeah…so what you in for?
Samantha:[/color] Lupus.
EBR:[/COLOR] Lupus…kind of sounds like a type of Mexican burrito you’d have for dessert. You ever been to Mexico?
{Samantha shakes her head.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] It’s great. You need to go one day. It’s a second world country, right? So when you go over there you’re immediately upper class. They also have a lot of uh…well, “ladies of the night”. I’m talking around every corner. And again, it goes back to the currency value. You just can’t beat that price. At the same time Mexico is kind of a dirty country so you need to have protection. The ladies are cheap in more ways then one. You know what I’m saying?
{Samantha remains silent, which prompts EBR to remain silent for several seconds.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR]…Sorry, I’m no good with kids.
{Like children do, Samantha changes the subject.}[/color]
Samantha:[/color] This is the second time I’ve met a wrestler.
EBR:[/COLOR] Who was the first?
Samantha:[/color] CBT.
EBR:[/COLOR] He’s an ass. {Realizing}[/color] Don’t use that type of language.
Samantha:[/color] He made you look stupid last week.
EBR:[/COLOR] Uh…thanks…
Samantha:[/color] Are you mad at him?
EBR:[/COLOR] Kind of.
Samantha:[/color] Are you gonna beat him up?
EBR:[/COLOR] No.
Samantha:[/color] But if someone is mean to you shouldn’t you be mean back?
EBR:[/COLOR] Don’t they teach kids to work out their problems, or whatever ridiculously bad idea they tell you in school?
Samantha:[/color] I don’t go to school.
{That’s a downer.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I’m sure you’ve been.
Samantha:[/color] Not for awhile. I miss my friends.
{EBR blankly stares for several seconds. He promptly rises and pushes the chair back into its original place.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Alright, this isn’t gonna work. You want an autograph or something?
Samantha:[/color] Can you make me a promise?
EBR:[/COLOR] I can’t cure Cancer.
Samantha:[/color] I have Lupus.
EBR:[/COLOR] Whatever, I still can’t help you with that. Sorry. I can buy you a hat if you’d like.
Samantha:[/color] Can it be the Detroit Red Wings?
EBR:[/COLOR] No, I refuse to support them. Chris Pronger injured his eye playing against them several years ago. They can go fuck themselves.
{Samantha stares.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Screw it; use whatever kind of language you want. You’ll get a Detroit Lions hat in the mail.
Samantha:[/color] No one wants Lions crap.
EBR:[/COLOR] Pistons, Tigers, whatever. I’ll send you two, happy?
Samantha:[/color] Kind of.
EBR:[/COLOR] Alright, and remember…{Leaning in and speaking softly}[/color] you can beat this. You just have to be strong. I know you’re strong!
Samantha:[/color] You’re reading that poster in the back of the room aren’t you?
EBR:[/COLOR] You know, I’m trying my best. I really am.
{He walks away but suddenly jerks back.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] You wouldn’t happen to know that nurse’s name, would you? Brown hair, {motioning around chest level}[/color] big…you know…?
{Samantha sits quietly.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Never mind, I’ll just find her before I go. Good luck.
{As he walks out of the room he’s caught by a small child, around the age of five, who simply stares at him.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR]…Hi.
{He opens the door and steps into the hallway, releasing a quick sigh of relief as he uses his travel bottle of hand sanitizer. Kids. Always looking at him.}[/color]
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Matthew Werner:[/color] In our last documentary you mentioned the possibility of people looking to make their name at your expense and how it was a futile attempt at elevation. Do you still believe that?
EBR:[/COLOR] Depends. That line alters between personal and business when you’re a champion. I’m sure in some instances I’m gunned down because of the title that I have around my shoulder. In terms of someone thinking that beating me would make them look better then they are? That just seems like a waste of time and effort to me. Regardless of what I do in the ring, taking wins and losses out of the equation, the consensus opinion of me around the locker room is that I’m the Hall of Famer who’s past his prime and can no longer compete with the “new breed” here.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Is that not what you said about Stuart2k1 in 2003?
EBR:[/COLOR] It was exactly what I said. But you need to take certain things into account. When I was the antagonist to Stuart2k1 he was still at the top of the WFWF and most importantly, claimed to be. I haven’t done any of that. If you beat me? Good job, but who are really impressing when you claim that I’m nothing to begin with? Regardless of what was said I still respected Stuart2k1. When I beat him it meant something.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Perhaps they, in their own ways, do respect you?
EBR:[/COLOR] {Chuckling}[/color] I think you’re giving the WFWF a bit too much credit. They’re all in their own worlds. I don’t worship Satan, I’m not a cocky blue chipper, and I’m not a schizophrenic. Therefore I suck. That’s the WFWF logic, apparently.
Matthew Werner:[/color] So you can sit here and tell me you don’t think anyone will ever target you from a personal stand point?
EBR:[/COLOR] Sadly, no. I can see someone doing it. I don’t know why, and frankly, I don’t care why. But I am anticipating the day it happens. Anyone in my position would. You don’t achieve any level of success in the WFWF if you freely trust people like him.
Matthew Werner:[/color] And he is?
EBR:[/COLOR] {Smiling}[/color] He happens to hold the Tag Team Titles with me.
{At an instant, the picture fades out.}[/color]
Nurse:[/color] It’s great that you’d take time out of your schedule to visit some of your fans.
{He needs better publicity and the WFWF sent him.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I need better publicity and the WFWF sent me.
{Both stop as EBR quickly audibles out of the situation.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I’m kidding…I always visit my fans…I love my fans…they’re great…yeah, whatever.
{They continue walking down the grey hallway. The old people smell that resides in hospitals is surprisingly absent as he pulls a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Anywhere I can go to a get a quick smoke?
{A kid walks past them, connected to an IV as another, less attractive nurse leads him down the hall.}[/color]
Nurse:[/color] Can you put those away? After all, it is a hospital….
EBR:[/COLOR] What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
{Realizing his mistake he throws his hand up innocently and shouts.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] My bad. {Directed to the original nurse he wants to have sex with}[/color] Sorry, I’m just a little nervous. I don’t work well with kids.
{They’re always looking at him.}[/color]
Nurse:[/color] You’ll be fine. It’s just through that door.
{The sentence sounded eerily reminiscent to “Silence of the Lambs” when Barney tells Clarice where to go to meet Hannibal for the first time. EBR squints and steps forward before pushing the brown door open, into a room full of kids. Fuck. There’s so many of them. The room is neatly organized with beds lined horizontally, one after another with several pieces of small, wooden furniture scattered across the room. The light glares off the headache inducing white walls, adding to EBR’s overall discomfort. A few of them stare as he walks in, their eyes piercing at him. He avoids any contact and looks straight ahead. He sighs before speaking with over emphasized enthusiasm.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Hey! It’s me; WFWF wrestler EBR. Yeah!
{Some of the kids lightly cheer, while most were never paying attention to begin with. EBR gradually walks around the room, before stopping at a boy around the age of five.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Do you know who I am?
{The boy shakes his head.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Alright, I’m not here for you in that case. Good luck with whatever it is you’re fighting.
{He nods politely and momentarily pauses. This could take awhile and would really be nothing but awkward. Thinking on his feet, he again demands attention of the room.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Okay, who knows who I am?
{Four of them raise their hands, the closest being a girl lying in her bed. EBR walks over, stepping on an action figure on the way. He grumbles before lightly moving it away with his foot. He kindly pulls a chair closer to the girl and sits.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] So, what’s your name?
Girl:[/color] Samantha.
EBR:[/COLOR] True, true…you a big fan?
{She shrugs.}[/color]
Samantha:[/color] You’re okay.
EBR:[/COLOR] {Nodding}[/color] Yeah…yeah…so what you in for?
Samantha:[/color] Lupus.
EBR:[/COLOR] Lupus…kind of sounds like a type of Mexican burrito you’d have for dessert. You ever been to Mexico?
{Samantha shakes her head.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] It’s great. You need to go one day. It’s a second world country, right? So when you go over there you’re immediately upper class. They also have a lot of uh…well, “ladies of the night”. I’m talking around every corner. And again, it goes back to the currency value. You just can’t beat that price. At the same time Mexico is kind of a dirty country so you need to have protection. The ladies are cheap in more ways then one. You know what I’m saying?
{Samantha remains silent, which prompts EBR to remain silent for several seconds.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR]…Sorry, I’m no good with kids.
{Like children do, Samantha changes the subject.}[/color]
Samantha:[/color] This is the second time I’ve met a wrestler.
EBR:[/COLOR] Who was the first?
Samantha:[/color] CBT.
EBR:[/COLOR] He’s an ass. {Realizing}[/color] Don’t use that type of language.
Samantha:[/color] He made you look stupid last week.
EBR:[/COLOR] Uh…thanks…
Samantha:[/color] Are you mad at him?
EBR:[/COLOR] Kind of.
Samantha:[/color] Are you gonna beat him up?
EBR:[/COLOR] No.
Samantha:[/color] But if someone is mean to you shouldn’t you be mean back?
EBR:[/COLOR] Don’t they teach kids to work out their problems, or whatever ridiculously bad idea they tell you in school?
Samantha:[/color] I don’t go to school.
{That’s a downer.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I’m sure you’ve been.
Samantha:[/color] Not for awhile. I miss my friends.
{EBR blankly stares for several seconds. He promptly rises and pushes the chair back into its original place.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Alright, this isn’t gonna work. You want an autograph or something?
Samantha:[/color] Can you make me a promise?
EBR:[/COLOR] I can’t cure Cancer.
Samantha:[/color] I have Lupus.
EBR:[/COLOR] Whatever, I still can’t help you with that. Sorry. I can buy you a hat if you’d like.
Samantha:[/color] Can it be the Detroit Red Wings?
EBR:[/COLOR] No, I refuse to support them. Chris Pronger injured his eye playing against them several years ago. They can go fuck themselves.
{Samantha stares.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Screw it; use whatever kind of language you want. You’ll get a Detroit Lions hat in the mail.
Samantha:[/color] No one wants Lions crap.
EBR:[/COLOR] Pistons, Tigers, whatever. I’ll send you two, happy?
Samantha:[/color] Kind of.
EBR:[/COLOR] Alright, and remember…{Leaning in and speaking softly}[/color] you can beat this. You just have to be strong. I know you’re strong!
Samantha:[/color] You’re reading that poster in the back of the room aren’t you?
EBR:[/COLOR] You know, I’m trying my best. I really am.
{He walks away but suddenly jerks back.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] You wouldn’t happen to know that nurse’s name, would you? Brown hair, {motioning around chest level}[/color] big…you know…?
{Samantha sits quietly.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Never mind, I’ll just find her before I go. Good luck.
{As he walks out of the room he’s caught by a small child, around the age of five, who simply stares at him.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR]…Hi.
{He opens the door and steps into the hallway, releasing a quick sigh of relief as he uses his travel bottle of hand sanitizer. Kids. Always looking at him.}[/color]
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The following is an excerpt from an unnamed interview involving one EBR. Any words spoken are in no way official and/or representing of Werner Industries.
[/size]Matthew Werner:[/color] In our last documentary you mentioned the possibility of people looking to make their name at your expense and how it was a futile attempt at elevation. Do you still believe that?
EBR:[/COLOR] Depends. That line alters between personal and business when you’re a champion. I’m sure in some instances I’m gunned down because of the title that I have around my shoulder. In terms of someone thinking that beating me would make them look better then they are? That just seems like a waste of time and effort to me. Regardless of what I do in the ring, taking wins and losses out of the equation, the consensus opinion of me around the locker room is that I’m the Hall of Famer who’s past his prime and can no longer compete with the “new breed” here.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Is that not what you said about Stuart2k1 in 2003?
EBR:[/COLOR] It was exactly what I said. But you need to take certain things into account. When I was the antagonist to Stuart2k1 he was still at the top of the WFWF and most importantly, claimed to be. I haven’t done any of that. If you beat me? Good job, but who are really impressing when you claim that I’m nothing to begin with? Regardless of what was said I still respected Stuart2k1. When I beat him it meant something.
Matthew Werner:[/color] Perhaps they, in their own ways, do respect you?
EBR:[/COLOR] {Chuckling}[/color] I think you’re giving the WFWF a bit too much credit. They’re all in their own worlds. I don’t worship Satan, I’m not a cocky blue chipper, and I’m not a schizophrenic. Therefore I suck. That’s the WFWF logic, apparently.
Matthew Werner:[/color] So you can sit here and tell me you don’t think anyone will ever target you from a personal stand point?
EBR:[/COLOR] Sadly, no. I can see someone doing it. I don’t know why, and frankly, I don’t care why. But I am anticipating the day it happens. Anyone in my position would. You don’t achieve any level of success in the WFWF if you freely trust people like him.
Matthew Werner:[/color] And he is?
EBR:[/COLOR] {Smiling}[/color] He happens to hold the Tag Team Titles with me.
{At an instant, the picture fades out.}[/color]
