Post by djblue on Mar 30, 2006 23:17:35 GMT -5
FADE IN
Ext. A graveyard with motorcycle is parked near the gate -- Night
Anthony is standing front of a gate. He is in his normal wear (black cowboy hat, full lenth leather duster, black jeans, black shirt, black leather belt).
ANTHONY
Am I what I feel? Am I what people say I am? Am I a monster? My hands have done my talking for 9 years. My actions have defined me. My actions hurt me and still I feel nothing by emptiness. And am I what everyone says I've become? Does it really matter? In the end, we all die. Some of us never lived and some of us should never have been born in the first place.
Anthony sits down in front of the gate.
ANTHONY
Inside there are the people who have come and gone before me. And in their resting place, comes peace and serenity. Nothing hurts them, nothing bothers them. And they don't care who the have to impress. I am the same way. Last time I checked, I fight for a living, not hold debates on important issues of the day or pony up to a bunch of people I don't know. Blade, are you kidding? Blade, are you serious? You want to take the time to psycho analyze me? Better people have tried in vain using worse means that you. I know what everyone says! If things are so bad, Anthony, why don't I jump in front of a truck? I wake up every morning, pick up my .44 Desert Eagle and put it in my mouth. I close my eyes and all I heard if the voice of my sister and my father telling me not to. I try to squeeze the trigger and I feel my mother's hand on mine. I put the gun down because I haven't the strength or the courage to pull that trigger. I've tried. Blade, Jason didn’t start this. . .I did! Jason came along for the ride! This, with you, Lantlas, Seth, Kri and me goes back to the HHW! Things were left unsettled! Now, it’s time for me to end what Al Laiman was afraid of. . .the deaths of four pieces of garbage by my hands! Blade. . .you want to talk about beating me! Last time I remember, you were whining to me to help you out in your stupid little boiler room match. . .and I decided against it because helping you wasn’t worth my time. Then, after Lantlas beat you into bloodshed, you cried and wondered where I was and told me that I was on my own! Blade. . .Lantlas didn’t do anything to you that I won’t make worse!
Anthony looks up at the moon.
ANTHONY
Lantlas had a chance to take me out! He used his friends to beat me. Neo Anderson, Geno, his dead brother Neovan. . .don’t worry, Lantlas, you’re joining his ass soon! The way I figure it, Neovan’s death was perfect. It was another wasted, crusted piece of sh*t that died. . .but, don’t mourn him long, because I’ve given you a place to rest, son! I’ll put you next to Neovan, then piss on both your graves! Am I hurting you, elfy boy, with your f*ggoty eye color change and your D & D world! This will never be over between us so long as I’m breathing air! You had your chance when you attacked me with your buddies and you failed! Now, your failure if your punishment. So, run up and down and use your mace and your +1 dagger. . .pretend life in one large dungeons and dragons game. I don't care. Pander to the crowds with your Beastmaster bullcrap and your sword and sorcery. Personally, I don't believe in fairy tales. The people who watch you and cheer for you will watch as I beat you to hell and back. Those people who cheer of you are not my concern. If they love me, hate me. . .I truly do not care. Bring the mace, the breast plate, the +1 dagger. . .son, bring a G-d damn magic wand and one of those faggoty little black pointed hats, I don't care. You took great pains to research out how to make yourself think you're a Paladin, sage or whatever. In all that research, I hope you researched how to develop a living will. “In the case of horrific, premature death at the hands of the Wolverine, I, Lantlas leave all my possessions to the people who truly loved me, my sycophant boot licker in Dominon, Seth Sinn. This living will is effective the second Anthony Douglas beats my ass so bad that my last breath escapes my body and I lie at his feet cold, stiff and dead!”
Anthony rises and looks in the graveyard.
ANTHONY
I am at peace in a graveyard. It's the one place I know I can feel close to the family I lost. Seth Sinn, you will feel comfortable here too. Seth decided on his own to bring my family into this fighting business! Seth, I will take extreme delight in beating you into hamburger meat!. I am expecting Lantlas to take your back when I pound your ass! I expect it! Tedious, and disgusting too. Me? Well, I have no heart! I have no soul. I have no morals and I have no faith. You may have all of that. . .but where will Lantlas be when my foot is stomping your ribs into your lungs. Where will your aura be when you beg for mercy and I kick your begging to the curb? Where will you soul be? In the hands of the undertaker and the pall bearers. Where will your heart be? Well, you'll still have that, Seth. After I rip it out of your chest and feed it to you! Seth, you brought this on yourself. . .whether or not you are a champion or not, I scare you. I know it. . .in the HHW and in the PCW, you and Lantlas are afraid! Who am I to challenge champions! Just call me the garbage man taking out the trash!. You wouldn't have come out to attack. Whether you're champion, #1 contender, also ran or a pile of dog sh*t under my boot, you brought this on. My third fight is with you. . .fine! But, unlike you, I'm not in it for riches, fame, titles or cheer from listless people who pay the PCW. I beat the hell out of people to try and feel human again, to try to get back something I lost years ago. You do it because the idea of being a champion gives you wet dreams. After Trauma, the only wet dream you will have is when you wet yourself after you awake from the nightmare replayed of me kicking your ass from pillar to post.
Anthony points to the graveyard.
ANTHONY
After our match, I'm going to look down at your tombstone and it'll say "here lies Seth Sinn. . .the dumbest pile of dog sh*t to ever infect the face of the Earth. And the reason he's laying here is because Anthony Douglas turned his body inside out and made his face look like his ass." So, now that you're done preparing spells and learning out to wield a sword, prepare yourself for a whirlwind, son. Because a monster is brewing and looking for you. His name is Anthony Douglas. And your name is "Dead Man Walking."
Anthony turns and leaves the cemetery. He gets on his motorcycle and drives away.
Int. An empty arena. -- Same night, two hours later.
Camera pans through out the arena. Any voice heard will echo. Anthony Douglas cannot be seen.
ANTHONY
Hey (echoes hey)! You {echoes you)! Foolish person. Stupid, foolish person. A sad sack of wasted human life. Someone who's mother should have aborted. Someone who shouldn't be alive! Scum of the Earth, and I'm him.
The camera looks around trying to find Anthony.
ANTOHNY
I have magic in my pocket, I have tricks up my sleeve. . .but I am the opposite of a stage magician. He presents illusion as happiness. I present reality that is horrifying. To start with, I look at what it is around me. And all I hear is fear. Everyone's afraid! Everyone's scared. . .bluster and gilding. Nothing but fear and phobia underneath. Lantlas knows fear. He's afraid that I, Anthony Douglas, will show him up for a blow hard asshole that he refuses to accept that he is. Sad. . .pathetic existence. Much like mine. Seth, I am glad you are friends with Lantlas. And I hope he has your blood type. And I'm glad your friend will be in the there watching the beating you so richly deserve. Because, Seth, after your beating is over, I'm looking for Lantlas. And Blade, I‘m looking for you! I know where to find you though, Blade. . .you make claim you’re big and bad, but you’ve also got a yellow stripe running right down the middle of your back! I'm telling you know, this will never be over between the "Wolverine" Anthony Douglas you three as long as I am standing upright. Because, Lantlas, Seth, Blade, deep down, I know you're afraid.
CUT TO: ANTHONY IN THE RAFTERS:
He is still wearing his black cowboy hat and black leather duster.
ZOOM IN TO ANTHONY’S FACE.
ANTHONY
Now. . .look at what you're surrounding yourself with, Lantlas. Seth Sinn. . .a man who licks your boots so much you can't help but get a hard on at the mention of his name. Every time you step into something, I’m sure your tag buddy will be there to prop you. Personally, Lantlas, it's beyond tedious. You will lose your championship belt. . .your one reason for living. Personally, I might have a harder time passing gas than beating you. I can't, nor do I want to trash your reputation, son! You do that enough by having boot lickers and strap hangers lick your ass and back you up.
Anthony stands up and looks over the arena.
ANTONHY
And then there’s Seth Sinn. Seth, in five days time, this arena will be filled with the people you're trying to impress. People with no lives, no hopes, no dreams who live vicariously through you! "If Seth beats that bastard Anthony Douglas, then I beat him too!" Seth. . .think of the fans! All of them wanting you to beat my ass! All of them knowing I hate them, you and everyone in the PCW. My hate consumes everything I am, that you‘re right, Lantlas. . .but my hate pales in comparison to my deep seeded disgust for people like you. My hate consumes me, to the point that there is nothing left inside. I try to end it all, but can't. So I go through my days walking completely empty, completely destroyed and completely dead inside. . .hoping, praying that someone will put my out of my misery. Then I realize it was people who robbed me of my life. People like you, Seth! People who think because listless neer-do-wells in stands cheer them, they are everything. People who win leather straps of tin on luck! People who walk away from the carnage they cause because they have more connections! People like you killed my family! So, at Trauma, you're going to get your wish! Though, I don't know if you want it. Seth, you know I don't care for rules. Rules are there to prevent the weak from getting the ass kicking they deserve. So, whether you win or not, it will be me beating you senselessly. It will be me making you bleed? It will be me beating ever ounce of blood out of your body. Nothing but the best for a piece of human garbage like you! You asked for you! You want it! You deserve it! You, and people like you, deserve nothing less. So, yes. . .I will beat you within an inch of your life! I won't stop until your chest stops heaving! I will beat you with whatever I get my hands on! I will turn that white ring canvas red with your blood! Anything to try to inflict half of the pain that I feel on a daily basis!
Anthony walks the catwalk over the arena. The camera follows him.
ANTHONY
You wanted a fight back in the HHW. . .you have one! Al Laiman can’t protect you now! You have one with someone who will beat you to death. The state of Arizona made me serve time in prison for trying to do that. You sealed your death warrant, Lantlas. The PCW wrote it in blood and it will take an army of men to pull me off of you, Seth! And years from now, when little Seth Sinn kin look down at your grave, it will say "Here lies Lantlas. . .the biggest sack of crap to ever walk the face of the Earth. And the reason he's here is because the "Wolverine" Anthony Douglas kicked his stupid ass from pillar to post and didn't stop until Seth’s chest stopped moving." It's easy to dismiss me as crazy, insane, or a product of invention. It's easy to think I'm insane. I'm not. I am perfectly sane. I don't care anymore. Seth, come Tramua, you, and Dominion. will realize how dangerous a man with nothing left to lose is. I am that man!
Anthony turns and walks away.
FADE TO BLACK
Ext. A graveyard with motorcycle is parked near the gate -- Night
Anthony is standing front of a gate. He is in his normal wear (black cowboy hat, full lenth leather duster, black jeans, black shirt, black leather belt).
ANTHONY
Am I what I feel? Am I what people say I am? Am I a monster? My hands have done my talking for 9 years. My actions have defined me. My actions hurt me and still I feel nothing by emptiness. And am I what everyone says I've become? Does it really matter? In the end, we all die. Some of us never lived and some of us should never have been born in the first place.
Anthony sits down in front of the gate.
ANTHONY
Inside there are the people who have come and gone before me. And in their resting place, comes peace and serenity. Nothing hurts them, nothing bothers them. And they don't care who the have to impress. I am the same way. Last time I checked, I fight for a living, not hold debates on important issues of the day or pony up to a bunch of people I don't know. Blade, are you kidding? Blade, are you serious? You want to take the time to psycho analyze me? Better people have tried in vain using worse means that you. I know what everyone says! If things are so bad, Anthony, why don't I jump in front of a truck? I wake up every morning, pick up my .44 Desert Eagle and put it in my mouth. I close my eyes and all I heard if the voice of my sister and my father telling me not to. I try to squeeze the trigger and I feel my mother's hand on mine. I put the gun down because I haven't the strength or the courage to pull that trigger. I've tried. Blade, Jason didn’t start this. . .I did! Jason came along for the ride! This, with you, Lantlas, Seth, Kri and me goes back to the HHW! Things were left unsettled! Now, it’s time for me to end what Al Laiman was afraid of. . .the deaths of four pieces of garbage by my hands! Blade. . .you want to talk about beating me! Last time I remember, you were whining to me to help you out in your stupid little boiler room match. . .and I decided against it because helping you wasn’t worth my time. Then, after Lantlas beat you into bloodshed, you cried and wondered where I was and told me that I was on my own! Blade. . .Lantlas didn’t do anything to you that I won’t make worse!
Anthony looks up at the moon.
ANTHONY
Lantlas had a chance to take me out! He used his friends to beat me. Neo Anderson, Geno, his dead brother Neovan. . .don’t worry, Lantlas, you’re joining his ass soon! The way I figure it, Neovan’s death was perfect. It was another wasted, crusted piece of sh*t that died. . .but, don’t mourn him long, because I’ve given you a place to rest, son! I’ll put you next to Neovan, then piss on both your graves! Am I hurting you, elfy boy, with your f*ggoty eye color change and your D & D world! This will never be over between us so long as I’m breathing air! You had your chance when you attacked me with your buddies and you failed! Now, your failure if your punishment. So, run up and down and use your mace and your +1 dagger. . .pretend life in one large dungeons and dragons game. I don't care. Pander to the crowds with your Beastmaster bullcrap and your sword and sorcery. Personally, I don't believe in fairy tales. The people who watch you and cheer for you will watch as I beat you to hell and back. Those people who cheer of you are not my concern. If they love me, hate me. . .I truly do not care. Bring the mace, the breast plate, the +1 dagger. . .son, bring a G-d damn magic wand and one of those faggoty little black pointed hats, I don't care. You took great pains to research out how to make yourself think you're a Paladin, sage or whatever. In all that research, I hope you researched how to develop a living will. “In the case of horrific, premature death at the hands of the Wolverine, I, Lantlas leave all my possessions to the people who truly loved me, my sycophant boot licker in Dominon, Seth Sinn. This living will is effective the second Anthony Douglas beats my ass so bad that my last breath escapes my body and I lie at his feet cold, stiff and dead!”
Anthony rises and looks in the graveyard.
ANTHONY
I am at peace in a graveyard. It's the one place I know I can feel close to the family I lost. Seth Sinn, you will feel comfortable here too. Seth decided on his own to bring my family into this fighting business! Seth, I will take extreme delight in beating you into hamburger meat!. I am expecting Lantlas to take your back when I pound your ass! I expect it! Tedious, and disgusting too. Me? Well, I have no heart! I have no soul. I have no morals and I have no faith. You may have all of that. . .but where will Lantlas be when my foot is stomping your ribs into your lungs. Where will your aura be when you beg for mercy and I kick your begging to the curb? Where will you soul be? In the hands of the undertaker and the pall bearers. Where will your heart be? Well, you'll still have that, Seth. After I rip it out of your chest and feed it to you! Seth, you brought this on yourself. . .whether or not you are a champion or not, I scare you. I know it. . .in the HHW and in the PCW, you and Lantlas are afraid! Who am I to challenge champions! Just call me the garbage man taking out the trash!. You wouldn't have come out to attack. Whether you're champion, #1 contender, also ran or a pile of dog sh*t under my boot, you brought this on. My third fight is with you. . .fine! But, unlike you, I'm not in it for riches, fame, titles or cheer from listless people who pay the PCW. I beat the hell out of people to try and feel human again, to try to get back something I lost years ago. You do it because the idea of being a champion gives you wet dreams. After Trauma, the only wet dream you will have is when you wet yourself after you awake from the nightmare replayed of me kicking your ass from pillar to post.
Anthony points to the graveyard.
ANTHONY
After our match, I'm going to look down at your tombstone and it'll say "here lies Seth Sinn. . .the dumbest pile of dog sh*t to ever infect the face of the Earth. And the reason he's laying here is because Anthony Douglas turned his body inside out and made his face look like his ass." So, now that you're done preparing spells and learning out to wield a sword, prepare yourself for a whirlwind, son. Because a monster is brewing and looking for you. His name is Anthony Douglas. And your name is "Dead Man Walking."
Anthony turns and leaves the cemetery. He gets on his motorcycle and drives away.
Int. An empty arena. -- Same night, two hours later.
Camera pans through out the arena. Any voice heard will echo. Anthony Douglas cannot be seen.
ANTHONY
Hey (echoes hey)! You {echoes you)! Foolish person. Stupid, foolish person. A sad sack of wasted human life. Someone who's mother should have aborted. Someone who shouldn't be alive! Scum of the Earth, and I'm him.
The camera looks around trying to find Anthony.
ANTOHNY
I have magic in my pocket, I have tricks up my sleeve. . .but I am the opposite of a stage magician. He presents illusion as happiness. I present reality that is horrifying. To start with, I look at what it is around me. And all I hear is fear. Everyone's afraid! Everyone's scared. . .bluster and gilding. Nothing but fear and phobia underneath. Lantlas knows fear. He's afraid that I, Anthony Douglas, will show him up for a blow hard asshole that he refuses to accept that he is. Sad. . .pathetic existence. Much like mine. Seth, I am glad you are friends with Lantlas. And I hope he has your blood type. And I'm glad your friend will be in the there watching the beating you so richly deserve. Because, Seth, after your beating is over, I'm looking for Lantlas. And Blade, I‘m looking for you! I know where to find you though, Blade. . .you make claim you’re big and bad, but you’ve also got a yellow stripe running right down the middle of your back! I'm telling you know, this will never be over between the "Wolverine" Anthony Douglas you three as long as I am standing upright. Because, Lantlas, Seth, Blade, deep down, I know you're afraid.
CUT TO: ANTHONY IN THE RAFTERS:
He is still wearing his black cowboy hat and black leather duster.
ZOOM IN TO ANTHONY’S FACE.
ANTHONY
Now. . .look at what you're surrounding yourself with, Lantlas. Seth Sinn. . .a man who licks your boots so much you can't help but get a hard on at the mention of his name. Every time you step into something, I’m sure your tag buddy will be there to prop you. Personally, Lantlas, it's beyond tedious. You will lose your championship belt. . .your one reason for living. Personally, I might have a harder time passing gas than beating you. I can't, nor do I want to trash your reputation, son! You do that enough by having boot lickers and strap hangers lick your ass and back you up.
Anthony stands up and looks over the arena.
ANTONHY
And then there’s Seth Sinn. Seth, in five days time, this arena will be filled with the people you're trying to impress. People with no lives, no hopes, no dreams who live vicariously through you! "If Seth beats that bastard Anthony Douglas, then I beat him too!" Seth. . .think of the fans! All of them wanting you to beat my ass! All of them knowing I hate them, you and everyone in the PCW. My hate consumes everything I am, that you‘re right, Lantlas. . .but my hate pales in comparison to my deep seeded disgust for people like you. My hate consumes me, to the point that there is nothing left inside. I try to end it all, but can't. So I go through my days walking completely empty, completely destroyed and completely dead inside. . .hoping, praying that someone will put my out of my misery. Then I realize it was people who robbed me of my life. People like you, Seth! People who think because listless neer-do-wells in stands cheer them, they are everything. People who win leather straps of tin on luck! People who walk away from the carnage they cause because they have more connections! People like you killed my family! So, at Trauma, you're going to get your wish! Though, I don't know if you want it. Seth, you know I don't care for rules. Rules are there to prevent the weak from getting the ass kicking they deserve. So, whether you win or not, it will be me beating you senselessly. It will be me making you bleed? It will be me beating ever ounce of blood out of your body. Nothing but the best for a piece of human garbage like you! You asked for you! You want it! You deserve it! You, and people like you, deserve nothing less. So, yes. . .I will beat you within an inch of your life! I won't stop until your chest stops heaving! I will beat you with whatever I get my hands on! I will turn that white ring canvas red with your blood! Anything to try to inflict half of the pain that I feel on a daily basis!
Anthony walks the catwalk over the arena. The camera follows him.
ANTHONY
You wanted a fight back in the HHW. . .you have one! Al Laiman can’t protect you now! You have one with someone who will beat you to death. The state of Arizona made me serve time in prison for trying to do that. You sealed your death warrant, Lantlas. The PCW wrote it in blood and it will take an army of men to pull me off of you, Seth! And years from now, when little Seth Sinn kin look down at your grave, it will say "Here lies Lantlas. . .the biggest sack of crap to ever walk the face of the Earth. And the reason he's here is because the "Wolverine" Anthony Douglas kicked his stupid ass from pillar to post and didn't stop until Seth’s chest stopped moving." It's easy to dismiss me as crazy, insane, or a product of invention. It's easy to think I'm insane. I'm not. I am perfectly sane. I don't care anymore. Seth, come Tramua, you, and Dominion. will realize how dangerous a man with nothing left to lose is. I am that man!
Anthony turns and walks away.
FADE TO BLACK