DEONTE BRYANT RP
SCENE001: “ESPN“
Monday MAY 19TH 2014
NEW YORK, NY
CAMERA: [REC]
I gripped my hands firmly around the microphone.
ESPN had invited me to do a little interview spot with them and I agreed. I was never one to agree to do interviews, if
anything I was always forced into them by the trainers and managers at the gym and training center Confidence Gym.
However this interview spot would be a bit different than the rest of the interviews I was brought out to do. I had something
to address this time; I had something to tell the world, to show the world.
ESPN STAFF:
Hey Deonte man, whenever you’re ready.
For a moment I was confused, but when I looked around me I could see that everyone was already one step ahead of me. The
interviewers by my side were already waiting for me. I was so caught up on what I wanted to say and what I couldn’t leave out
in this interview that I was about to do, that I completely did not notice that the interviewers ESPN had booked to interview
me were already here.
I looked back up at the ESPN Staff member and nodded my head slowly.
DEONTE BRYANT:
I’m ready.
He smiled and nodded his head back at me and went off the set. The camera man got ready and began to handle the camera and
place it in the right spot. The men and women behind him got in place, and the interviewers by my side took a sip from their
fancy water bottles.
The camera man stuck out his hand from the side of the camera, all five of his fingers sticking out, from five fingers it
went to four, and from four it went to three. It didn’t take me a while to realize that he was doing a countdown.
The moment he put his hands back to his sides was the moment the little green light on the camera turned red. I knew we were
live.
As angry as I was, as disappointed as I was, right now we were live, so I had to show everyone that confidence they knew me
for. I showed off my sparkling whites and flashed the camera a smile. The two men sat up straight and introduced themselves,
the first man to do it was the man on my left.
ESPN INTERVIEWER:
Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m Michael Davenport and I’m alongside Jacob Ramos and together we’ll be interviewing none other
than the new rising star in the sport of Professional Wrestling, the self-proclaimed Next To The Throne, and Pro Wrestling’s
newest Bad Boy, Deonte Bryant.
Before Jacob, the other interviewer could speak, and before Michael could say anything else, I quickly put my finger up,
causing Michael and Jacob to realize I wanted to say something. I turned over to face Michael and gave him a weird look on my
face.
Michael couldn’t help but smile, I was looking at him as if he had just said the stupidest thing ever, and in my mind, he
introduced me the wrong way.
Although I told myself before arriving that I wouldn’t let anything get under my skin, I really couldn’t help but get
annoyed.
MICHAEL DAVENPORT:
Haha what, did I say something wrong?
I turned over to Jacob and looked at him, he shrugged, he was just as confused as Michael was, I then turned back over to
Michael.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Bruh… That is the worst Introduction ever… your mom while she was sucking ma dick while she was interviewing me, she would
still gave out a better introduction then you..
Jacob Ramos the interviewer that was to my right burst out laughing, Michael however, didn’t find it too funny.
JACOB RAMOS:
Classic Deonte Bryant is fucking classic!
They had told me earlier to try to avoid swearing, so I was surprised to hear Jacob say the “f” word. It made me wonder, so I
looked over at the off set, I could see they had a few smirks on their faces, I then noticed that the light on the camera was
green. The camera man had gotten us off the air, and now it was the producer who walked onto the set.
ESPN PRODUCER:
Deonte man… we talked about this, we don’t want you to say these types of things.
Jacob was still laughing, but Michael was shaking his head.
MICHAEL DAVENPORT:
My kids are going to watch this man… no respect.
I ignored the producer and chuckled, I turned over to Michael and looked at him funny.
DEONTE BRYANT:
How is yo' hillybilly ass, gonna let you're kids watch a Money Mafia interview? Father of the year material right there bruh.
Seriously better parent than britney spears.
Michael had no response, he just continued to sit there and shake his head. Jacob however, was still having a hard time
trying to compose himself.
ESPN PRODUCER:
Deonte.. you said something about the introduction, what was wrong with it? It seemed perfectly fine to me.
I eyed the ESPN Producer and tried to find out if he was being serious or if he was just “riding on Michael’s dick.” After a
few seconds of just staring at him, I came to the conclusion that he was being nothing but honest with me.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Aight uh… there were a few things wrong with the damn thing. He said that I’m the Self-Proclaimed Heir to the throne…
The producer nodded his head.
ESPN PRODUCER:
Okay… and?
I scrunched my eyebrows, showing off my “fuck face”.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Bruh… I don’t even call myself the “Next To The Throne”… I call myself the “Heir To The Throne” and It ain’t motherfucking
Self-Proclaimed… Just look at who ma mentors are and think about where I'm going, I'm going to the top, that’s fact.
I nodded my head.
DEONTE BRYANT:
You look at My mentors, Cody Money Taylor a Seven time Wrestling World Champion, Undefeated UFC World Champion, Undefeated,
Undisputed Boxing Heavyweight Champion, with Six championships in the boxing heavyweight division, not to mention multiple
other wrestling Champions.
The Producer rolled his eyes.
DEONTE BRYANT:
James Shark, Also a Seven time Wrestling World Champion, With another five Championships in the sport, He was the biggest
star in the No Limit Wrestling Federation, which closed soon after he left, because they couldn't last without him and he was
the BIGGEST star in the Insurgency Wrestling Federation, Holding every title made available to him, And the only reason he
isn't in the Hall Of Fame, is because he doesn't kiss ass like everyone else.
I just smirked at the Producer.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Ladies and Gentlemen of the ESPN Jury, I rest my case, the Heir to the throne has spoken.
The look the producer gave me was a look that I have received so many times, and it was a facial expression that I had missed
so dearly.
The immature Deonte Bryant with the “Don’t Give A Fuck” attitude was in full effect today, I thought I’d be more serious this
time around, especially with how badly I wanted to address my debut match last month in PWP.
However since I was part of Money Mafia a group famous for its attitude amongst it's members, I guess all this was just came
naturally.
ESPN PRODUCER:
One simple mistake. You are seriously going to fling this entire interview up in the air, over one simple little mistake?
Jacob just could not stop laughing, I mean…. I could hear him, it was cool that he was laughing at first, because I knew that
it was pissing Michael off, but now it was actually starting to annoy me and piss me off, it seemed as though every time I
opened my mouth, he would laugh even more.
MICHAEL DAVENPORT:
Yeah, One simple fucking mistake. Can we just move on and forget about this? we have a show to do.
I turned to Michael and waved my finger at him.
DEONTE BRYANT:
See that’s the problem with you white boys, yall always assume that we can just move on from you're racism, Yall think you
can just treat poor innocent black men like dirt and move on from it like nothing never happened.
I shook my head slightly.
DEONTE BRYANT:
You still see me in Chains don't you? You would just love for us to go back to the plantation days wouldn't you? Donald
Sterlings bastard son, Michael Davenport right there.
Michael threw his hands up in the air and looked over at the producer.
MICHAEL DAVENPORT:
I am not a god damn racist. Jesus christ, I can't even deal with this anymore.
The laughter was just so annoying at this point, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard, he definitely had the most ugliest
laugh I have ever heard. I turned over to Jacob.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Hey, Jacob is it? How are you? Oh ya? The wife good? How are the kids? How’s Uncle Buck doing? Are you enjoying yourself? Ya?
Shut the fuck up.
Jacob shook his head, he didn’t stop laughing, he didn’t even attempt to stop laughing. I had a dead-serious look on my face,
and I just turned away from him. I knew there was just no use.
The producer looked over at his watch, this was a live event and right now they were all wasting air time due to the fact
that the camera was on stand-by, he needed to get this segment back on air as soon as possible.
ESPN PRODUCER:
Look, I’m going to go offset, we’ll get the cameras rolling, if you want to ruin our TV spot and make this hard for us we’re
going to deduct your pay man, just sit there, answer the questions, let your side of the story out and have fun with it
alright? You have a problem with Michael or Jacob, you can swear and cuss at them all you want when the camera isn’t rolling.
I put my hand up to my forehead and saluted the producer.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Aight Donald Sterling Junior.
The producer rolled his eyes, him and Michael both shook their heads, and although I had told Jacob to shut the fuck up just
seconds ago, he still laughed out loud, because of that I found myself shaking my head just like Michael and the Producer.
The producer got off set and as he did, there was an awkward silence. The camera man’s hand came out from the side of the
camera once more. This time, instead of five fingers, there was three. I waited for the countdown to end, and once it did the
red light came back on, on the camera.
JACOB RAMOS:
We’re back on air with the Heir to the throne, and arguably the man with the complete package of skills in the sport also…
ladies and gentlemen we’re back with Deonte Bryant!
Jacob turned over to me, I eyed him down. His laugh was stuck in the back of my head.
JACOB RAMOS:
Deonte, Last month you made your Professional Wrestling debut, you came into this sport with a lot of hype surrounding you,
and in the blink of an eye, that all came to end at the hands of Darren Maddox when he defeated you. You haven't spoken out
about the match, except from one tweet you sent out on twitter. Now you are going to speak your mind live here on ESPN.
Before I could explain that butt fucker Michael opened his mouth.
MICHAEL DAVENPORT:
And Ladies and Gentlemen, before Deonte speaks out on his side of the story, this is the first time he’s speaking out on it
to the media.
I gripped my hands around the microphone and took a deep breath, now it was time to get serious. I had to let these people
know what exactly was going through my mind.
DEONTE BRYANT:
I didn't lose. Well Yeah, on the official results I lost to Maddox, but in reality, I didn't lose anything, I gained a lot,
it was Darren Maddox that lost, He lost credibility as a Wrestler, He didn't gain a single thing. Coming into this match, I
was a rookie with less than Two months of wrestling training, Sure I had the best trainers in the world, but even two months
aren't enough to teach someone a sport that his opponent has almost a Life time of training in. I took Maddox to his limits,
I displayed my ground game, I displayed my standing game. Darren Maddox didn't leave me with any marks on my body, He didn't
push me to my limits, he only won due to his experience with in ring situations, He took advantage of the situations I didn't
know how to deal with. Darren Maddox is acting like he just beat James Shark, but now he's went ghost trying to avoid a
rematch with me.
I shook my head in anger.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Darren Maddox, Knows he can't beat me again, he knows his first win was a fluke, he knows all of this. This is why he didn't
want the rematch for PWP Eight, He went into hiding, he hasn't tweeted, he has requested not to be booked, he's running
scared. Darren Maddox lost to my Mentor James Shark TWICE, not once but twice. Darren Maddox still runs his mouth trying to
get a third match with Shark, But to get that match he has to earn it, Did he earn it with his fluke win over me? NOPE. Did I
earn a rematch with my performance in the match? YES. You're damn right I earned the right to a rematch, Darren Maddox has no
heart, he has no courage, he has no balls. I Demand a rematch, But I'll never get it because Darren Maddox won't get back in
the ring with me.
I took a deep breath trying to remain calm. Just remembering that night, after I lost the match, I went backstage demanding a
rematch on the next show, But Darren Maddox ran away, Darren Maddox didn't even stick around backstage he left the building,
he cheated me out of a rematch and I was angry about it. Fans tweeted me saying I was scared to take Maddox on again really
got to me, I wasn't the type to duck anyone.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Professional Wrestling Project, Can't force anyone to compete, because they aren't under exclusive contracts with the
Company. That is the loop hole Maddox is using to avoid the rematch with me, Now I have nothing against Josh Duncan or PWP,
Duncan has been real good with me, treated Money Mafia real Nice.
The interviewers just nodded their heads as they heard me speak out. I think they could tell how serious I was. The smile was
gone, this was “Real-Talk” Deonte Bryant now.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Only thing I can fault them on, is their lack of Talent pool, they have a huge network of affilates but they haven't been
using it to their full advantage. I'm not going to get my rematch against Maddox anytime soon, cause he's going to keep
ducking me, but I wanted to face a well known, tough opponent, but Nobody wanted to step to the stage, So now I have to face
Frankie Emerson. Do you know how embarassing that is? I'm Part of the Largest collective of combat artists in Money Mafia, I
one of the rising stars of the Best Training Centers in the world, Confidence Gym. Money Mafia is headed by Cody Taylor and
James Shark two of the biggest stars in Combat Sports, two of the Pound for Pound Greats. They helped train me, they taught
me everything I know. I should be facing guys like them, Not Frankie Emerson, Frankie Emerson I guy who competed in the
Females Division, Seriously, The sport of Professional Wrestling, is becoming a joke, thats why Cody Taylor left for Boxing,
thats Why Saffron Dior left for MMA and It's why James Shark is feeling sick of the sport all together. Frankie Emerson is a
fucking joke, he's making the sport that Money Mafia made famous a fucking Joke, The sport is full of Faggots like Frankie
Emerson.
Michael looked eager to speak, it seemed as if he heard enough. As I looked at the producer he was shaking his head and he
was signaling me to swear less. I shrugged as I sat in my spot. I hadn’t even realized that I was swearing.
MICHAEL DAVENPORT:
You speak of how this Sport is becoming a Joke, What exactly do you mean? Because there are more Companies growing Daily and
New Stars being created every week. I don't see how the sports becoming a joke.
I just chuckled and shook my head at him. It was just typical of the media to assume bullshit like this.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Yeah, You wouldn't get it. All you know is what you're told to say, You think because there are more companies and more
Wrestlers, that means things are great? FUCK NO!! Shiloh Chapman, Wrestled in a Kangaroo suit, In the main event of a
Championship title match, Frankie Emerson competed in a FEMALE division, You have Joey Mills, Being Joey Mills, The entire
sport is a fucking joke, Where are the Matches like Taylor Versus Shark? Where are the Feuds of James Shark and Anthony King?
They are gone, They are gone because of These pussy ass wrestlers, Who want to be friends with each other, who don't want to
fight, They just want to be on Camera and play one big Happy Fucking family.
I just continued to shake my head. Wrestling was once the biggest sport in all of Combat sports, now look at it.
DEONTE BRYANT:
When Shark Goes and Cody Finally decides if he's done with Wrestling, Who will be left? Nobody. That's why I'm working my ass
off to get to their levels, I'm going out into that ring with bad intentions, I'm going into that ring to destroy my
opponent, Wipe out all of those fucking pathetic excuses for wrestlers, I'm the driving force in bringing back the sport to
it's glory days.
My emotions were starting to get the best of me again.
DEONTE BRYANT:
PWP Eight, Bout to be Deonte Bryant's Revenge. My Destiny is to be the heir to the throne, I'll make sure Frankie Emerson
knows and realises that at PWP Eight, He should have stayed in his bullshit Unknown Company and stayed the fuck out of Money
Mafia's Ring, Cause I'm ending this cock sucker, I'm breaking bones and pissing on his corpse.
Jacob extended his hand out to me.
JACOB RAMOS:
Well Deonte, this was very… interesting and I wish you, luck against Frankie Emerson at PWP Eight.
I was about to shake his hand, but I had one more thing to add, so I left him hanging.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Luck? Against Frankie Emerson, Even Stefan Raab has more talent than Emerson. I Don't need luck, Frankie does, Frankie needs
luck just to survive the Onslaughter of my Strikes, My Takedowns, My submissions, Frankie Emerson has never faced a fighter
like me before and He never will again, Like I said, I plan on ending this faggot and pissing on his corpse.
JACOB RAMOS:
Experience will play a factor in this match though. Just like it did against Darren Maddox, Frankie could pull off the win on
Experience alone.
I shook my head and gave Jacob a stupid look.
DEONTE BRYANT:
Experience won't help him, when My fists are bouncing off of his skull when I have on the ground. Experience won't help him,
when I have the submission locked in and his bones are about to break. Experience won't help him, When I shoot for the
takedown and slam him onto the canvas. This is my match to win, this is my Victory, I won't lose, Because I can't lose.
I looked down at the floor, before Jacob could even say anything, I heard some background music begin to play, I recognized
the music. They were cutting the interview. I didn’t wait for the camera to stop rolling or for any of the staff to thank me.
I just got up and walked off set.
I stood in front of the producer and he gave me the cash he owed me, and that was that.
As I began to exit the building I knew that I couldn’t just defeat this guy, this “Frankie Face” I had to defeat him in
violent fashion. I had to make the fans go “wow”, I had to do something big. I couldn’t just beat him, I had to destroy him.
Losing was not an option, I have no choice, I gotta go hard.
As soon as I got to my car I would drive over to the gym I was apart of, the gym with the best men and women in the world
today. The Confidence Gym, only the confident survive.
SCENE002: “THE SHOOT“
Monday MAY 19TH 2014
NEW YORK, NY
CAMERA: [REC]
Deonte Bryant Versus Frankie Emerson at PWP Eight.
Deonte Bryant, the newest rising star in the sport.
Frankie Emerson, a Nobody who is designed to fail.
I said it on ESPN, I'm coming to this match to fucking destroy you. I'm not coming here to pick up a hard fought Victory, I'm
coming to pick up a DOMINATING victory, I'm coming to make sure Frankie Emerson is never seen or heard from in this sport
again, Except for when People are talking about My career and they Mention Frankie as my first win.
Frankie, You're nothing more than a joke, A pathetic joke, who brings nothing but shame on this great sport, I mean really,
WHO THE FUCK COMPETES IN A FEMALE DIVISION? Oh wait I guess that's alright for you, You have no fucking balls anyway. You're
essentially Ryan Hall without Tits.
This is one Hundred percent personal Frankie, I hate you, I hate you because You're a cancer on the sport, Money Mafia made
famous. You are a leech that is draining the Greatness out of this sport, to boost your bank account, embarrassing this sport
at every turn.
All around me I see The death of Wrestling, It comes in the form of Frankie Emerson, Sister Liliana, Halestorm, Shiloh
Chapman, Gordon Fury, Ryan Jeter, Riley Owens, Flex Johnson, Tank, Savannah, Actually you can pretty much put the entire IWF
company in there, Along with every other fucking Company, Josh Duncan allows to Affiliate with his company.
I am Wrestling's Saviour. I'm the Next Big Star, The Next Greatest Of All Time, The Next big Pay Per View Star, When Cody and
Shark are done, I will rule this sport and I will save it from the humilation People like those mentioned above have put it
through, I will clean away the black marks, you have left in this sport.
Frankie Emerson, Say goodbye to the family kid, Because at PWP Eight, Deonte Bryant Channels his Inner Axe Murderer, Deonte
Bryant takes the Greatest Qualities of his Mentors, James Shark and Cody Taylor, Puts them all together and make's himself a
Mother fucking SUPER WEAPON.
