Post by djblue on Mar 23, 2006 0:31:11 GMT -5
FADE IN
INT. BEDROOM ON AN ARIZONA RANCH - FULL MOON MIDNIGHT
Anthony sleeps as a cold stiff breeze from the north blows the Palo Verde trees back and forth on his Arizona Ranch outside Tucson, Arizona. Anthony turns and tosses in his bed.
Anthony wakes up suddenly in a cold sweat.
Anthony sits up. He walks to the bathroom and turns on the water faucet. He washes his face and raises his head.
The word failure repeats. Anthony closes his eyes and turns away from the mirror. He looks at the mirror again.
A laugh is heard. Anthony looks at the mirror to see his reflection grinning at him.
Anthony punches the miror, shattering it. He look at his hand, cut, bloody, tore up. He sits on the tiolet and looks up at the light.
Anthony stands up and walks into a bedroom. On the walls are pictures of Anthony as a child while his parents. Another picture next to his dresser is one of Anthony with a younger sister. Anthony walks to his closet and opens
it.
Anthony picks up a picture of his sister and looks at it. He looks close to emotional collaspe.
Anthony sits on his bed, looking at the picture. He looks into the camera. His voice is calm, almost peaceful, and flat. There is no emotion in his voice.
Anthony puts in his shirt.
Anthony stands and looks out the window. He puts the gun on his nightstand.
Anthony looks at the moon and shakes his head.
at a dead man: Not phyiscally, but emotionally, ethically and spiritually. I died December 29th, 1997, when the people in the pictures you see around you were taken from me. And when I look at you, Kri. . .I also see a dead man. . .not dead in my way. . .lifeless, pulseless, beaten into a pile of liquid sh*t! Say all you want, Kri. . .you can't hurt the dead. You can't hurt those who don't care. I've lost everything already. If you beat me, it doesn't matter. I've had scars, welts, cuts, gashes, broken bones. I've done time! I've been to Hell and I enjoyed the trip. Kri, you have the mark of covenant on you. Al Laiman has marked you for death back in the HHW. . .now, the PCW has given me to you. Jason, you can have the victory. I'm not interested in winning. I just want Kri's ass broken, bloody, beaten and dead on the mat in front of me! You can cover him and take the pin and the win. Victories don't interest me. . .winning titles and fame doesn't interest me. I just want some time to forget. Maybe when I am beating you, Kri, I will begin to heal. I say that every time I beat someone up, but I am only more dead afterwards.
Anthony tell the camera to turn around. After a few seconds, Anthony is dressed: Black shirt, jeans, black cowboy boots, full length leather duster. He puts on his sunglasses.
from your ass!
Anthony turns to walk out the door. He stop, as if he remember something, then turns back around.
Anthony walks out the door.
FADE TO BLACK
INT. BEDROOM ON AN ARIZONA RANCH - FULL MOON MIDNIGHT
Anthony sleeps as a cold stiff breeze from the north blows the Palo Verde trees back and forth on his Arizona Ranch outside Tucson, Arizona. Anthony turns and tosses in his bed.
Numerous Voices
You're a failure! Weak! Loser! Felon! Fake!Anthony wakes up suddenly in a cold sweat.
Voices
Do it, dammit! Do it!Anthony sits up. He walks to the bathroom and turns on the water faucet. He washes his face and raises his head.
Voices
Reject! Inmate! Failure!The word failure repeats. Anthony closes his eyes and turns away from the mirror. He looks at the mirror again.
Anthony
I hate you! I hate you!A laugh is heard. Anthony looks at the mirror to see his reflection grinning at him.
Reflection
You have only me! You can't hate me! I am you!Anthony punches the miror, shattering it. He look at his hand, cut, bloody, tore up. He sits on the tiolet and looks up at the light.
Anthony
I don't want this. I don't want any of this! I want things to go back to what they were! I want to be able to see my family again!Anthony stands up and walks into a bedroom. On the walls are pictures of Anthony as a child while his parents. Another picture next to his dresser is one of Anthony with a younger sister. Anthony walks to his closet and opens
it.
Voice
Do it, damn you! You know you want to.Anthony picks up a picture of his sister and looks at it. He looks close to emotional collaspe.
Anthony
This is all I have left of you. Somehow, I can still remember you. And all I want to do is forget.Anthony sits on his bed, looking at the picture. He looks into the camera. His voice is calm, almost peaceful, and flat. There is no emotion in his voice.
Anthony
I know why you're here. I know why you came to bother me today and what you want me to say. You, in the PCW, want me to go into this long,profanity littered diatribe about Jason Willard. He's new, he's nothing. He isn't worthy. I know what was said about me when I was in that position. I know how pissed off it makes a person. And, from what I see, I could tell Jason to welcome to my world, but it's a world he seems to know well too. A world not of our making, but a world that has thrown away someone. I know I'm lost, and judging by Jason's introduction at last week's Trauma, he's lost as well. I would say, "Jason, welcome to a world of pain, of torment, of self-loathing and of violence. It's a world no one should be a part of, but since you wanted to be part of it, I guess I have to introduce you to it first hand." No, there's no reason to say that. We occupy the same world. A world of two people who don't care anymore, who don't want to care any more. Jason, the only reason I don't put this (Anthony picks up the Desert Eagle in his night stand) in my mouth and pull the trigger is when I do, I here that woman (points to his sister Sara's picture) begging and pleading for me to stop. We're quite alike, Jason. And for the first time since my life was taken from me and this dead person in front of you took its place, I am actually impressed and honored to fight someone. It's rare I can look at someone and not see me looking back. When I look at you, I see me. Same background, same motives, same hatred of humanity and same dead feeling of not caring anymore.Anthony puts in his shirt.
Anthony
What am I? What have I become? I've become exactly what everyone sees: Each night I lie awake and stare at the ceiling, trying to gain in space what I have lost in time. Everyday I wake up trying to gain in motion what I?ve lost years ago. I do whatever I can, and all I can think of is the .45 Desert Eagle in my night stand drawer. I load it before I go to sleep and look at it. I try to end whatever life I have left, but do not have the courage to. Jason, you have the misfortune of fighting someone who wishes they were dead. A man whose only reason for breathing is because he lacks the fortitude to end his life. I hold the gun to my temple, only to heard the words of my family telling me to keep on. Jason, I've seen your wrists. You've taken it one step further, son! I envy you. You can do what I can't. You've attempted!Anthony stands and looks out the window. He puts the gun on his nightstand.
Anthony
Jason, I don't want to fight you. I don't want to fight what is essentially me in a different body! I don't want to fight that. I try to find something to hate and loathe the person in front of me. . .making it easy for me to rip them apart. But I have nothing to us. . .because I'm living your life; and I'm living yours. But, Kri. . .that's a f*cking different story. Anthony looks at the moon and shakes his head.
Anthony
Kri remembers me from the HHW. Kri whined and bitched about how he was an indian with an italian name, an italian in name only or an indian with a bug up his ass! He decided, foolishly, to tell me that my family's death was meaningless because of all the indians my ancestors killed! Listen to this again, Kri. . .my family killed no one! My family were Objectors to every war ever fought. . .but this Douglas will have no problems killing an indian. Years from now, when you're drooling on yourself, you'll look at the shrink and bring up the memory of Anthony Douglas beating your ass so bad it will be classified as a hate crime! Kri, you are lookingat a dead man: Not phyiscally, but emotionally, ethically and spiritually. I died December 29th, 1997, when the people in the pictures you see around you were taken from me. And when I look at you, Kri. . .I also see a dead man. . .not dead in my way. . .lifeless, pulseless, beaten into a pile of liquid sh*t! Say all you want, Kri. . .you can't hurt the dead. You can't hurt those who don't care. I've lost everything already. If you beat me, it doesn't matter. I've had scars, welts, cuts, gashes, broken bones. I've done time! I've been to Hell and I enjoyed the trip. Kri, you have the mark of covenant on you. Al Laiman has marked you for death back in the HHW. . .now, the PCW has given me to you. Jason, you can have the victory. I'm not interested in winning. I just want Kri's ass broken, bloody, beaten and dead on the mat in front of me! You can cover him and take the pin and the win. Victories don't interest me. . .winning titles and fame doesn't interest me. I just want some time to forget. Maybe when I am beating you, Kri, I will begin to heal. I say that every time I beat someone up, but I am only more dead afterwards.
Anthony tell the camera to turn around. After a few seconds, Anthony is dressed: Black shirt, jeans, black cowboy boots, full length leather duster. He puts on his sunglasses.
Anthony
Al Laiman has marked you for death, Kri, a long time ago. Remember? The difference is, now, you have two Anthony Douglases to deal with. I can't stop that. I wouldn't want to it I could. I have nothing to offer. I said it once before, I'll say it again. Come Trauma, I will beat you from pillar to post and within an inch of life! I give no quarter, I ask for no quarter. Now, you have to fight someone who is dead inside, Kri. There's no feeling or emotion behind my eyes. Don't think the bell will save you either. I'll continue beating your ass until the police drag me off of your incapacitated body. This between all you pieces of crap from the HHW didn't end there, Kri. It followed you, because none of you had the ability to take me out. Seth Sinn, Lantlas, Blade. . .all of you. This isn't over and it never will be over! Kri, you will beg for mercy. You will want me to put your out of your misery. So, talk to your shrink, drink some fire water laced courage, smoke a piece pipe shaped like a skin flute, drop some peyote and put your faith in G-d. Come Trauma, your ass belongs to me!!! I hope your tribe has alot of casino money, Kri. Because, after all is said and done, you'll have someone picking up the tab for the countless surgeries you'll need to remove this 14 gauge injectionnfrom your ass!
Anthony turns to walk out the door. He stop, as if he remember something, then turns back around.
Anthony
Foolishness is fatal, Kri. Stupidity is too. Too bad, you didn't realize that before I showed out. Now, it?s too late. Come Trauma, Kri. . .I will put an end to you! And Jason. . .you can have the victory. I will not stop it! Just use that hatred for humanity I know you have and help me beat that stupid Indian down. . .I'll give you the pin. No questions asked. I'll walk out of the ring at that point and the victory is all yours! At Trauma, Kri. . .you'll learn how dangerous a man with nothing left to lose is. You're looking at that man!Anthony walks out the door.
FADE TO BLACK