Welcome to the Psych Ward (Kruzer SNC/ACE RP #1)

Scene fades into a a room lit by on a single light in the centre, over a table with a chair. You can see that the walls are padded and the floor is concrete within the spectrum of the light. Suddenly a low but maniacal laughter is heard from the shadows. Kruzer steps into frame, grabs the chair turning it around and sits on it backwards with a huge smile on his face. He seems to have a strange demeanor about him, similar to Willy Wonka (Johnny Depp) as he begins to speak.


Kruzer: Welcome Kruzermatics... ha ha ha... Welcome to the nightmare that has been my life for the last little while. {Looks around the room.} Sure, Kruzer'z all sunshine, lollipops and rainbows right? Has a little fun with Prince Abu-bu last week and playing The REAL Canadian... ha... FUN! Then somehow Kruzer gets pinned 1...2...3. {Kruzer twitches a bit.} But it's ok... sometimes even the bad guys win once in a while. ha.. It happens. But not this week... This week, I take on a guy from ACE... Muhammed Murder. Kinda fitting that his name is murder when you think about it... cuz I'm sure you've all seen the Twitter banter by now and know the score. Jive Turkey agreed to a Psych Ward Rulz match on my own turf... IDIOT! ...but that's ok. The fool has no idea what he's getting into... He comes in here with his bling and his MMTV bullshit thinking that's going to change the fact he's up against a founding member of the faction that invented the match he's about to partake in. ha ha ha... {Kruzer shakes his head and looks to the floor.} Silly, silly man... Thinking his beard it going to save him from the bloodbath he faces in the Psych Ward.

{Kruzer reaches down opening his jacket and pulls out his crowbar, regarding it lovingly.}

Kruzer: He forgets that I make the rules now. He forgets that no matter what he does in this match, it makes no difference... Kruzer is the Psych Warden now. You've decided to play MY game Jive Turkey... ha ha ha... on MY turf. Signing your own death warrant is never the best career move Mo... Can I call you Mo? ...I don't care. ha ha ha... Fact is Mo... there's no Curly or Larry to bail you out of this. True... we got thrown into this match by the powers that be, but you've played right into the trap, Savvy?! So bring your Slap-Chop... or whatever else you can find Mo... cuz that's what it's all about! Problem is... not even your Slap-Chop or your precious beard can save you from this baby right here, Savvy?! So make your D-rated films and your little video montages trying to pass them off as truth Mo... ha ha ha... be my guest. You're no threat and you sure as hell are no "murder". I challenged you to this match because I thought you'd bring some sort of fire to it and being your last name was Murder, that you'd latch on and be what you claim to be... but all I see... all EVERYONE sees is is you're a pathetic excuse for a wannabe, Savvy?! {Kruzer looks around the room again, but point around with his crowbar.} I embrace this Mo... I may be an actor... I may be one of Hollywood's elite talents... But I also embrace THIS! You can take boy out of the Psych Ward Mo... but you CAN'T take the Psych Ward out of the boy! ha ha ha... So try as you might, but you'd BEST be prepared for the fight of your LIFE! Because Kruzer never backs down and I Never flinch... Cuz against me in a Psych Ward Rulz match, you'd best be ready to bend over and bite the pillow BITCH! Oh, I'm Sorry... Did I just go TOO white-boy rapper on your ass?! ...That's ok, cuz when it comes to facing RWD... ACE finishes DEAD LAST!

{Kruzer slams his crowbar down onto the table and looks straight into the camera, seemingly back to himself now.}

Kruzer: Kruzer ain't playin' Jive Turkey... Not this time. Full Throttle; Pedal to the Metal... DO NOT PASS GO; DO NOT COLLECT TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS!!! I AM The Canadian Icon... I AM a Fourteen Time WORLD Heavyweight Champion... and as far as you're concerned Mo... I AM the RWD! I've faced bigger sh*t stains than you in my time, on a bad day, so don't think that that this will be some walk in the park, Savvy?! Coming in here like you're some Adam Rose clone making a mockery of this like you're some messiah... You're NOTHING! Not now... not in THIS Match... Not EVER! You pickin' up what I'm throwin' down, Jive Turkey?! YOU WANNA GET NUTS?! {Kruzer tilts his head and his eyes widen.} ...LET'S GET NUTS! Cuz come Sunday Mo... when the ol'Kruzermatic has beaten you to within an inch of your life and you're just a bloody mess... you're going to WISH they'd put me in a straight jacket, Savvy?! You'll be begging for Kruzer to stop the insanity... But I've got news for you Jack... It NEVER... Stops! Cuz in case you didn't get the memo before Mo... {Kruzer brings up his crowbar, smiling and looking at it again then back into the camera.} Welcome to the Psych Ward... Once you Check In... You DON'T.. CHECK... OUT!

{Kruzer rears back with the crowbar and bashes the side of the camera with it. The lens visibly cracks as it falls to the floor, fuzzing out with a little white noise then blacks out to a commercial.}