[Click click click click.]

[Footsteps in the dark.]

[Cachunk. Buzz.]

[Harsh fluorescent lights flicker on overhead. The stark industrial surroundings give no clues as to where we might be. But where we are is the last thing that should be on our minds, as our eyes adjust to the glaring lights we see just who sits gentlemanly, patiently in front of us]

[Like a specter from Defiance’s past, there he sits in a plain black folding chair. Fine tailored brown pinstripe suit, glistening shorn head, and those piercing brown eyes looking out over a freshly waxed handlebar mustache. The “Bombastic” Bronson Box has returned to the house he built. To the promotion he carried on his back for so many months as the undisputed World Heavyweight champion.]

[The son of man has returned home.]

[Lurking behind Bronson we see the same redhaired woman from Defiance television this past week. She’s keeping her distance but her eyes never leave Boxer... not even for a second.]

Bronson Box: [eyes cast slightly down]
Thus saith the Lord God; Smite with thine hand, and stamp with thy foot, and say, “Alas!” for all the evil abominations of the house of Israel... for they shall fall by the sword, by the famine, and by the pestilence. Ezekiel.

[Box’s gaze meets ours.]

Bronson Box:
Defiance... the shepherd has returned to tend his flock. My God how you’ve lost your way in my absence.

[His voice, his eyes something's... different.]

[The redhaired woman smiles running a pale slender hand along Bronson’s broad shoulders as she passes behind him.]

Bronson Box:
An eventful first week back I must say, wouldn't you friends? Right back in the thick of things just like old times. [chuckle] While I must thank Mr. Conarri for signing me to the Heritage league my heart weeps to be denied the chance to exact some level of revenge on that dago cretin Alceo Dentari... my boy, the wargod never forgets. What you did to me all those many months ago has warranted you a very distasteful end to your pathetic little career. You like to fashion yourself a real tough guy, don’t you Alceo? A real gangster... well, mark my words you greasy guinea snot. I’ll end you when you least bloody expect it I’ll end you and you’ll be but a speck, a blip, a bullet point on the long list of cruel and righteous beatings Bronson Box is remembered for from now ‘til the end of bloody time, understand sunshine?!

Run boy. Run far and run bloody fast because God might forgive... I sadly do not.

[A deep breath and a change of tone.]

Bronson Box: [smiling]
But Mr. Dentari is on Evolution and I find myself across the aisle in Heritage. And quite the league it is too. Freaks, layabouts, drunks and bloody women. St. Sure and Christenson both decided to let my name tumble from their filthy whore mouths this last week on Heritage. And both had the utter gall to place their hands on me and think themselves my equal. ME!

[Snort.]

[The redhaired woman smiles and playfully bites her bottom lip.]

Bronson Box:
Miss St. Sure you and your pathetic band of miscreants will be dealt with. One by bloody one. Any allusions you might have had about branding Heritage league “truly untouchable” has officially gone up in a bloody funeral pyre. Do you understand me girl? Because that’s all you are. A little girl trying so desperately to prove herself an equal in this male dominated sport. Dominated for good reason. You and your ilk are an insult to every single warm blooded male to ever lace up boots and call himself a professional wrestler...

[Bronson’s face twists, pure anger.]

Bronson Box: [pure hate]
But you Miss St. Sure are but an appetizer to the main course of insults offered up by my dear old friend Mrs. Heidi Christenson. A tale as old as Defiance itself, Heidi versus Bronson. I’ve choked you out cold before woman and don’t think I’ll do it again... oh God no. My dear, you want to get involved with me again? You want to prove something standing on my back?! [standing up, violently pushing the chair back behind him] No. You vicious little cunt I won't submit you I'll bloody END you... and you know I bloody can and will too. You’ve seen first hand what I can do when I set my mind to it. You were there, a bloody participant in my war with Boston Bancroft, you were there when I snatched away his only son, you were there when I stabbed him in the bloody side like Jesus Christ himself and wrenched from that ink black moors grasp the World Heavyweight title! You bore witness to my path of destruction...

And you think I can’t do it again? Draw your line in the sand woman I've made a career crossing every single one put infront of me! Time after time after bloody time!

[The red haired woman sidles up to Bronson and puts a hand on his arm, their eyes meet.]

Bronson Box: [eyes locked with his lady friend]
The things I have in store for you and the rest of these wretched sinners both wrestler and fan alike, Heritage and Evolution alike will make my last path of pain and suffering here in Defiance Wrestling look like a bloody day at the park. [running the back of his hand down the red haired woman’s cheek] All for the greater good though. All for him.

[Kissing his red haired woman gentlemanly on the lips.]

Bronson Box:
… and all for her.

[Turning back to the camera.]

Bronson Box:
Mr. Dane, Mr. Connari, ESEN... you have nothing to fear from me. I’ll be a good boy. My destruction will be confined to the wrestling ring this time around. I'll walk into television ext week, I'll lift that fat load over my head and drive that disgusting Jap straight to hell. Because I’m not here to destroy Defiance, gents. Quite the contrary actually.

I’m here to save it.

I'm here to save you all...

[Laughter from the happy couple.]

[Echoing off the hollow warehouse walls.]

 

[Fade.]

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