Post by djblue on Mar 28, 2006 23:13:36 GMT -5
FADE IN
Int: Locker Room – after Trauma.
Anthony Douglas, covered in sweat, looks at the blood splattered, dented chair he used to attack Blade, Kri, Lantlas and Seth Sinn with. An odd, calmly serene and eerie smile on his face. He sits, hunched over his black leather duster, still wearing his wrestling gear. The lights are dim.
ANTHONY
Time is the great leveler. Time turns mountains into rubble and destroyed all things, living or never living. Rock, birds, trees, even people. Time begins at the time of birth. . .ends at death. It's a fairly simple process. To live, something must die. Sometimes, that death brings an new beginning. Lost souls and tormented people have a chance to begin again. I have never been so lucky to attain a chance to start over. Whatever I have in my past follows me. Unforgiving, unremitting, unrepentant. Until, all that you have in time and space is what you have in front of you now. Anthony Douglas. . .broken, unable to return to former glory.
Anthony smiles and sits upright.
ANTHONY
When I was growing up, my parents told me to turn the other cheek. “Listen, Anthony. . .we love so much, we don’0t want you making the wrong decisions. Just walk away from conflict.” My parents wanted their baby to aspire to something great. To make himself proud and make them proud. That ended when I turned 17. Everything I wanted fell apart. Someone stole my life, as I turned to see my family destroyed, left broken and bleeding on the side of the road. And that promise and hope turned into me. Deep down, I know I was lost before that. I just realized it after the change. I lost everything. My hope, my future, my life. And now I realize that sometimes the past follows me. Since my death, people have dismissed my torment and resignation to a facade and have challenged me, both physically and psychologically. As for the doctors. . .they realized I was lost after I forcibly persuaded them to walk away. As for the physical challengers. . .I ended up branded a felon, an outcast and a danger. Terms like "aggravated assault," "assault with a deadly weapon" and "aggravated battery" became the words to describe me. One man challenged me and he will spend the remainder of his days sucking his food through a straw. And for all the monstrous acts I have committed, I know I'm supposed to feel pain and regret. But I feel nothing. Kri, I don’t care how long you’re out! Anthony Douglas is right here waiting! Enjoy your time healing! Remember my name. . .and remember what I say. . .tonight, I made you an FBI: A F*cking Beaten Indian!
Anthony grabs the child and runs his fingers through the blood.
ANTHONY
Blade, I told you that things wouldn’t change. You were stupid to follow me here. And in fighting, stupidity is a fatal disease. Now, you’re another name on the list. . .Anthony Douglas’ list of people who are dead, but just don’t know it. Blade Lionheart. Blade Lionheart with his inferiority complex because he doesn’t get respect. What is this? You bitched about respect in the HHW, Blade, to the point that every time you opened your mouth, the only thing I wanted to do is pour arsenic down it! You want acceptance. And when you don’t get it, you cry, pout, whine like the bitch you are. Tedious, and predictable. You want to be known as hard, as tough. Hell, I've probably taken tougher craps after waking up. I've probably eaten tougher steak. Bluster and arrogance is what I see in you, son. . .along with fear. You need terms like Lionheart to bolster the fact that you’ve signed up for a tour on the USS Pansy with the Wolverine set to torpedo it, and you! Labels, titles, all worthless. All pathetic attempts to compensate for cowardice. Right now, the only title you should have is “The dull Blade.” After I’m done with you, your title will be the “worthless shell of a man who can’t swallow solid food.”
Anthony puts his blood soaked finger tips to his lips.
ANTHONY
You wanted to sack up and fight me in the HHW, Blade, you have me now. Al Laiman there decided that I wasn’t worth anyone’s time! You pieces of crap from from the HHW followed me.. You wanted a fight? You have one. I drew the line, son. . .and stepped over it. . .hell, I jumped with both feet. You wanted to challenge me back in the HHW. . .well, now that Al Laiman’s apron strings are gone protecting you, Lantlas and Seth Sinn, I have no problems rearranging your face to make it look like your ass, because I've done it to far better people in far worse areas of the world. Because, Blade, unlike you, unlike Lantlas, unlike Seth Sinn and unlike 100% of the fighters in the world, I don't care about the things most wrestlers do. . .titles, glory, prestige, wealth. Titles; pieces of tin on a cracked leather belt. Glory and prestige; all temporary. Wealth? What does a man who's dead have the need for it? No, Blade. . .I was in the HHW and I'm here for one reason; to inflict as much punishment on anyone is put in front of me. Maybe I can heal my inner pain by inflicting outer pain. Maybe I can find a purpose again. Blade, you can help that. . .by putting up a good fight. Unfortunately, in your state of “I’m great, you suck” and in your state of “Anthony Douglas took out my teeth and now I have a smile that’s all gums,” I doubt I’ll get the fight I want looking for. Pity. . .because blood will spill and pain will be dealt, until you beg for death! I don’t care for bells or rules. I don’t care for any restraint. You are the first on the list Blade.
Anthony stands up and looks in the mirror. His smile widens.
ANTHONY
Personally, I don’t care if you, or anyone in the PCW respects me. Respect me? Like me? I don't care. People I fight think I'm an act, a gimmick that was created? Son, I have nothing to lose. I lost everything already. Balance, hope, drive and life. You wanted a fight to prove you have balls bigger than church bells? Anthony Douglas says he’s going to put those balls in a vice grip! So, now, you have a fight, with a man who's dangerous because he does has nothing to lose anymore. So, remember to say and do whatever you like! In the end, it won't matter. Win or lose, I don't care, simply because I only care to inflict as much pain and torment in you physically that I deal with everyday internally. I told you, Lantlas. . .this would never be over between us and I meant it! I told you, Sinn, the day you dragged my family’s name through the mud, I’d take you out! You aren’t going to make it to your next meal, son! You’ll be lucky if you make it to your next bowel movement after I’m done with you! Because, right now, I know you’re sh*tting your pants! I know you’ll say something stupid and tedious about how great you are and how worthless I am! Add the fuel, son! Jason Willard and I understand each other! No remorse, no regrets. . .no mercy! I told both of you that this will never be over between us, and I meant it! So, pony up to the mindless drones you suck up to and try to win them over! They’ll forget you soon enough. . .after I kick your asses from pillar to post and rearrange your ass to make it look like your face!
Anthony stands up and walks to the door, carrying his prized, dented, blood splatter steel chair.
ANTHONY
So long as I take something from you, be it your attitude, your ability to stand upright or your career, I don’t care how much pain I cause, or how much is caused to me. Seth, I shot holes in your poster back in the HHW! Here in the PCW, I’m shooting holes in you! You told me, in the HHW, to show you something worth watching In the future, watch what you wish for. Think about your future and stop worrying about Anthony Douglas and what he brings. You'll have less broken bones that way.
FADE TO BLACK
Int: Locker Room – after Trauma.
Anthony Douglas, covered in sweat, looks at the blood splattered, dented chair he used to attack Blade, Kri, Lantlas and Seth Sinn with. An odd, calmly serene and eerie smile on his face. He sits, hunched over his black leather duster, still wearing his wrestling gear. The lights are dim.
ANTHONY
Time is the great leveler. Time turns mountains into rubble and destroyed all things, living or never living. Rock, birds, trees, even people. Time begins at the time of birth. . .ends at death. It's a fairly simple process. To live, something must die. Sometimes, that death brings an new beginning. Lost souls and tormented people have a chance to begin again. I have never been so lucky to attain a chance to start over. Whatever I have in my past follows me. Unforgiving, unremitting, unrepentant. Until, all that you have in time and space is what you have in front of you now. Anthony Douglas. . .broken, unable to return to former glory.
Anthony smiles and sits upright.
ANTHONY
When I was growing up, my parents told me to turn the other cheek. “Listen, Anthony. . .we love so much, we don’0t want you making the wrong decisions. Just walk away from conflict.” My parents wanted their baby to aspire to something great. To make himself proud and make them proud. That ended when I turned 17. Everything I wanted fell apart. Someone stole my life, as I turned to see my family destroyed, left broken and bleeding on the side of the road. And that promise and hope turned into me. Deep down, I know I was lost before that. I just realized it after the change. I lost everything. My hope, my future, my life. And now I realize that sometimes the past follows me. Since my death, people have dismissed my torment and resignation to a facade and have challenged me, both physically and psychologically. As for the doctors. . .they realized I was lost after I forcibly persuaded them to walk away. As for the physical challengers. . .I ended up branded a felon, an outcast and a danger. Terms like "aggravated assault," "assault with a deadly weapon" and "aggravated battery" became the words to describe me. One man challenged me and he will spend the remainder of his days sucking his food through a straw. And for all the monstrous acts I have committed, I know I'm supposed to feel pain and regret. But I feel nothing. Kri, I don’t care how long you’re out! Anthony Douglas is right here waiting! Enjoy your time healing! Remember my name. . .and remember what I say. . .tonight, I made you an FBI: A F*cking Beaten Indian!
Anthony grabs the child and runs his fingers through the blood.
ANTHONY
Blade, I told you that things wouldn’t change. You were stupid to follow me here. And in fighting, stupidity is a fatal disease. Now, you’re another name on the list. . .Anthony Douglas’ list of people who are dead, but just don’t know it. Blade Lionheart. Blade Lionheart with his inferiority complex because he doesn’t get respect. What is this? You bitched about respect in the HHW, Blade, to the point that every time you opened your mouth, the only thing I wanted to do is pour arsenic down it! You want acceptance. And when you don’t get it, you cry, pout, whine like the bitch you are. Tedious, and predictable. You want to be known as hard, as tough. Hell, I've probably taken tougher craps after waking up. I've probably eaten tougher steak. Bluster and arrogance is what I see in you, son. . .along with fear. You need terms like Lionheart to bolster the fact that you’ve signed up for a tour on the USS Pansy with the Wolverine set to torpedo it, and you! Labels, titles, all worthless. All pathetic attempts to compensate for cowardice. Right now, the only title you should have is “The dull Blade.” After I’m done with you, your title will be the “worthless shell of a man who can’t swallow solid food.”
Anthony puts his blood soaked finger tips to his lips.
ANTHONY
You wanted to sack up and fight me in the HHW, Blade, you have me now. Al Laiman there decided that I wasn’t worth anyone’s time! You pieces of crap from from the HHW followed me.. You wanted a fight? You have one. I drew the line, son. . .and stepped over it. . .hell, I jumped with both feet. You wanted to challenge me back in the HHW. . .well, now that Al Laiman’s apron strings are gone protecting you, Lantlas and Seth Sinn, I have no problems rearranging your face to make it look like your ass, because I've done it to far better people in far worse areas of the world. Because, Blade, unlike you, unlike Lantlas, unlike Seth Sinn and unlike 100% of the fighters in the world, I don't care about the things most wrestlers do. . .titles, glory, prestige, wealth. Titles; pieces of tin on a cracked leather belt. Glory and prestige; all temporary. Wealth? What does a man who's dead have the need for it? No, Blade. . .I was in the HHW and I'm here for one reason; to inflict as much punishment on anyone is put in front of me. Maybe I can heal my inner pain by inflicting outer pain. Maybe I can find a purpose again. Blade, you can help that. . .by putting up a good fight. Unfortunately, in your state of “I’m great, you suck” and in your state of “Anthony Douglas took out my teeth and now I have a smile that’s all gums,” I doubt I’ll get the fight I want looking for. Pity. . .because blood will spill and pain will be dealt, until you beg for death! I don’t care for bells or rules. I don’t care for any restraint. You are the first on the list Blade.
Anthony stands up and looks in the mirror. His smile widens.
ANTHONY
Personally, I don’t care if you, or anyone in the PCW respects me. Respect me? Like me? I don't care. People I fight think I'm an act, a gimmick that was created? Son, I have nothing to lose. I lost everything already. Balance, hope, drive and life. You wanted a fight to prove you have balls bigger than church bells? Anthony Douglas says he’s going to put those balls in a vice grip! So, now, you have a fight, with a man who's dangerous because he does has nothing to lose anymore. So, remember to say and do whatever you like! In the end, it won't matter. Win or lose, I don't care, simply because I only care to inflict as much pain and torment in you physically that I deal with everyday internally. I told you, Lantlas. . .this would never be over between us and I meant it! I told you, Sinn, the day you dragged my family’s name through the mud, I’d take you out! You aren’t going to make it to your next meal, son! You’ll be lucky if you make it to your next bowel movement after I’m done with you! Because, right now, I know you’re sh*tting your pants! I know you’ll say something stupid and tedious about how great you are and how worthless I am! Add the fuel, son! Jason Willard and I understand each other! No remorse, no regrets. . .no mercy! I told both of you that this will never be over between us, and I meant it! So, pony up to the mindless drones you suck up to and try to win them over! They’ll forget you soon enough. . .after I kick your asses from pillar to post and rearrange your ass to make it look like your face!
Anthony stands up and walks to the door, carrying his prized, dented, blood splatter steel chair.
ANTHONY
So long as I take something from you, be it your attitude, your ability to stand upright or your career, I don’t care how much pain I cause, or how much is caused to me. Seth, I shot holes in your poster back in the HHW! Here in the PCW, I’m shooting holes in you! You told me, in the HHW, to show you something worth watching In the future, watch what you wish for. Think about your future and stop worrying about Anthony Douglas and what he brings. You'll have less broken bones that way.
FADE TO BLACK