Post by djblue on May 8, 2006 15:05:36 GMT -5
FADE IN
Int: Underground Parking lot - Hours before Trauma
A black z28 pulls into the parking lot, windows heavily tinted. It pulls into a parking space near a door. The car turns off and the driver's side door opens. Anthony Douglas steps out wearing his normal out of ring attire and holding a duffel bag over his shoulder. His black cowboy is lowered over his eyes.
ANTHONY
And then there was one! One voice, one word, one person and one emotion. The last one and the one who survived! The one who started the movement and the one who took over! And then there was one, and the one is me!
Anthony closes the car door and walks to the door into the arena.
ANTHONY
Time ago, things people would say would piss me off to the point of unhinged anger! Some would say I need mental help. . .and that's easy to pass of psychotic behavior in what I say and what I do. I am not psycho. A psycho has no basis or grounding in reality. I know what reality is. It's blood, sweat, tears, paying bills and making love to women you don't love just for the sense of satisfaction of knowing somewhere inside there is still a part of you that's human! Most of you PCW fighters live in a fantasy world, made up of dance numbers and catchy little slogans like "The Elven Warrior" and stupid little ideas like "Oh goody, look at me, I'm an Anarchist." That's not living. . .it's dodging away from reality! I don't want my reality, but I have it and it kills me slowly every single day. There are days I sound angered, others depressed, others I sound normal! All I know is I just don't care about anyone else, I don't care about what anyone wants from me, and I certainly don't care for your safety. . .hell, I don't care about mine.
Anthony walks through an empty hallway.
ANTHONY
McNight, are you looking for a fight? Good. . .please hype yourself up. Tell the world how you're great and I suck. That sh*t is tedious and tiresome as it comes. If you do, personally, I don't sh*t! Come Trauma, pal. . .the only place you're going's the woodshed! You are completely pathetic and you know, as well as I do, that you can't stand toe to toe with the Wolverine from bell to bell.
Anthony walks past the bathrooms. He walks in. Five minutes later, he comes out and continues walking.
ANTHONY
The thing is, I just don't give a sh*t anymore. . .not about the PCW, the Captain, Lantlas, Seth Sinn, Willard or even you, McNight! All of you look for and need people to back you up. Yes, I was guilty of that too. . .well, sort of! Why should I have helped N2S? Hmmm. . .I don't know. All I know is they tried to control me, and I cannot be controlled. But all you PCW sacks of sh*t run into trouble, all you do is slap the hand of your little buddy and, you're out of trouble! The PCW is filled with weak, horrible pieces of crap and I'm fixing to run through every single one of them! So, McNight, it starts tonight with you! Tonight, at Trauma, you will say I quit! Deep down, you know I'm right! Deep down, you can say whatever you want to challenge, berate, belittle or insult me! I truly don't care! Take my words, spin them anyway you want. You took the name of a sh*tty R&B singer, but you'll look like a jackass.
Anthony opens the door to his locker room.
And the thing is, now that I'm pissed off, we have a little problem. See, I telling the PCW that they're on the the list, and that's Anthony Douglas' list and I'm planning to run through every single one of them! I told Lantlas he would never see the end of Anthony Douglas and I meant it. Back in the HHW, I told Neo Anderson that I would take his ass out and I meant it! I'm telling you, McNight that Anthony Douglas is serving notice that the only purpose in life he has is to make sure that you, and the entire PCW roster, lose the ability to control your bowels, stand upright and chew solid food. I haven't had a purpose in life since my life was stolen from me. I still don't care whether I live or die. . .but I won't leave this planet until I put the entire PCW roster to pasture permanently!!! You don't think I can go toe to toe with you, McNight? You think I'm playing with fire? Belch your platitudes, McNight. . .piss me off even more! Please, make that sh*t possible! The only thing you need to worry about, Brian, is the fact that the only thing that matters to me is taking your face and rearranging it to make it look like your ass!!!! Because, I promise you, I give you my word. . .at Trauma, that's what will happen! The Captain marked you for an ass kicking, so the Captain can line them up. . .I'll knock them down!!! Then, the only thing you'll remember is when I stomp your vital organs into liquid sh*t! After that, everything will be a blur, McNight!
Anthony closes the door.
FADE TO BLACK