Post by djblue on Apr 1, 2006 0:29:34 GMT -5
FADE IN
Int. setting - A dark room - Unknown time.
Gray-scale camera
Inside this room, there is hissing and banging of pipes. A shadow is seen on the ground.
ANTHONY
There is nothing left inside that anyone could consider good. It's all piss, venom, bile and hate. It's what a bottom feeder would call home! And down, in the depths of a man's black heart, that's where I live. That's down where I stay! I know what's in my heart. Before it was emptiness. . .now, it's rage! It took a sad sack of sh*t who, on his best day, isn't worth licking the crap off my boots! It took a delusional little man with an idea of being an elf for me to find a purpose! Down here, in the depths of a building, The Wolverine Anthony Douglas is home! And when something is at home, it becomes more cold, calculated and focused. Lantlas, enjoy Rivendell. . .enjoy this little fantasy world you created for yourself, son! Reality is hard, cold. . .reality is bills, sweat and making love a woman you don’t love because you took a vow. Reality is working in obscurity and no one prints your name in the paper until you die! So, enjoy fantasy land, son. It’s someplace I may travel to when reality is too much! I might even meet your new good buddy Seth on the way since the only place his head lives, other than in fantasy land, is square up his ass.
Anthony walks into the room.
ANTHONY
Seth, you remind me a jackass, a government mule that is like a used car. . .beaten, broken, worthless and cracked! Apparently your time in this Hall of Remedy will do you good, boy! See, apparently, Sensei, teacher, ass clown. . .whomever the tool was that led you in there told you that you would be able to hear, see and feel for the first time in your life! Very nice. . .impressive too. I must say that learning how to do that at this late stage of life is truly an underwhelming and tedious feat! Looking at you, personally, it looked like a hen house you were going into, because I saw nothing but chicken sh*t from you and bull sh*t coming out of your mouth! You can feel, hear and see for the first time now that you left the hall of remedy? Fantastic. . .you’ll hear the sound of Seth Sinn bones breaking, you’ll see the blood I draw from your body and you’ll feel the life essence you have escape your body as that last chest heave lets the air in your lungs escape for the first time. Personally, you, Lantlas, the three little sycophants from that CUBAN sack of wasted sperm and energy and Al Laiman find it easy to call me psycho! I believe I remember hearing some guy, a faggoty looking vampire wannabe who calls himself Al Laiman say “I didn’t know being a psycho bitch was a full time job!” Al, I didn’t truly know being a coward was so easy for you! You shut down the HHW, then decide to lick the ass of Lantlas like some brown nosing loser all the while refusing to “bring back the best wrestler ever.” Whatever, son! You hid Lantlas from me. . .you hid Seth from me. . .not now. Seth Sinn comes out and talks about how he likes to dig is own graves! I understand that. . .dig a big one, son! Because if you dig it, Anthony Douglas will be right there to make sure to throw the carcass in and make sure your turn in the most appetizing worm sh*t the world as ever seen!
Anthony looks at the room and sits in a chair. He is in his full length leather duster.
ANTHONY
Here’s a quick history lesson, jackass! I never backed down from you, son! Al Laiman protected your ass from me when he said “no, no. . .I can’t do it anymore. I am shutting down the HHW.” Now, tucked away in his hidey hole, you and Lantlas dig this crusted piece of sh*t up, give him six viagras so he can get up in the morning, just his body off and make him drone on and on about the fact that I suck! I understand where it’s coming from. Lantlas, ever since you came back to fighting after you ran like a little bitch with a skinned knee from your two little friends in the CUBAN HHW parade, you ain’t done nothing period! You wear your stupid little pointed ears and your carry a mace, but the fact of the matter son, is when the going got tough, the elf got going back home! The only person you can beat, son, is Peter Skinflute in your feces infested basement! You don’t have to worry, Lantlas. You don’t have to worry about trying to change your eye color to show a split personality, because that’s just as much crap as you being an elf! You want to talk about people beating me, boy? I’ve been beaten many times before. . .I’ll get beaten again. . .the only difference is no one has the balls to take it to the next level and put me down! You talk about how I am not worthy, use what I say and come up with some tedious, trite and down right asinine things to say. . .the truth of the matter is you talk a big deal, but the “elf” that you claim you are doesn’t exist, son! You are a sad little man who can’t understand that playing dress up, acting like a fruity little piece of garbage and trying to convince people you’re a mythic figure makes you about the most pathetic human being on the planet! The Undertaker says he’s the dead man, that he’s walking undead! You claim to be and elf. . .and I’m jolly old St. Nick, bringing presents to all the boys and girls! You are completely pathetic!
Anthony removes his cowboy hat.
ANTHONY
Which comes to this fight with Seth Sinn, a man who tells me that I must be sh*tting him for stepping up to the plate. Son, I’m not sh*tting you. You’re sh*tting you! You’re sh*tting you daily! You know, Seth that deep down, you don’t have what it takes to beat me. You think you do, so you bring in my family and talk to your fruity little friend, sensei, teacher. . .whatever the hell he is. You have a sensei and you’re an apprentice? Good, because class is in session, Seth, and the woodshed is open! I got my ruler and it’s open season now! I will take the Apprentice to school and beat his ass more black and blue than a Harlem cub scout. You want to give me advice? You want me to take your advice an f*ck off? Son, I ain’t never listened to a piece of crap like you yet, and I don’t plan on it! Thing is, Seth, I hate you! I hate everyone! I hate everyone like you. I hate you, Lantlas, that little bitch Blade Lionheart. I hate myself! And our fight, by decree from PCW, I have to follow some rules! No! I know you can‘t go with Anthony Douglas from bell to bell, son! To me, the only rule is that the last man standing gets to beat the hell out of the idiot who’s down! Because rules and sportsmanship? What bunk! People don't need to preach their laws and rules to me! Anthony Douglas has no place for rules and sportsmanship! Don't preach your morality to me! You want mercy, Seth? Go see a priest! You will beg for mercy! You will beg for forgiveness! You're not going to find any. You can start begging for some mercy right now because you don't have what it takes to go toe to toe with me! You don't have the sack to realize you're in the fight for your life, boy! You won't make it to see next week‘s Trauma. You may not make it to see the end of this one, son! Anthony Douglas is going to beat the fight out of you!
Anthony stands up and throws the chair.
AD: You see, Seth, before there was hopelessness! Now, there's bitter rage! Before, Anthony Douglas didn't understand his purpose in life! Now, he does! He knows exactly what he's supposed to do! Anthony Douglas is supposed to beat the hell out of anyone who is put in front of him, because Anthony Douglas is looking in the mirror and realizing that I was wanting exactly what I had stolen from me! What I was I know is dead! Seth, Lantlas. . .I'm telling you now that I know I’m going straight to hell, and I’m taking both of you with me! I'm taking you to hell so to give you a head start, I'll spin you around kick you in the ass. . .you'll land there soon enough! It's not going to be hard beating the hell out of you, Seth, because when I look at you, I see a man wearing a brand new color of bitch on you! I understand some things are hard to understand, son! So, I’ll make it clear! I will beat your metrosexual face until it looks like your ass! You and Lantlas sealed your death warrants, Lantlas for being a stupid looking fantasy make believe piece of crap, and you for being too stupid to breed! And, I will sign your death certificates in your own blood!
FADE TO BLACK
Int. setting - A dark room - Unknown time.
Gray-scale camera
Inside this room, there is hissing and banging of pipes. A shadow is seen on the ground.
ANTHONY
There is nothing left inside that anyone could consider good. It's all piss, venom, bile and hate. It's what a bottom feeder would call home! And down, in the depths of a man's black heart, that's where I live. That's down where I stay! I know what's in my heart. Before it was emptiness. . .now, it's rage! It took a sad sack of sh*t who, on his best day, isn't worth licking the crap off my boots! It took a delusional little man with an idea of being an elf for me to find a purpose! Down here, in the depths of a building, The Wolverine Anthony Douglas is home! And when something is at home, it becomes more cold, calculated and focused. Lantlas, enjoy Rivendell. . .enjoy this little fantasy world you created for yourself, son! Reality is hard, cold. . .reality is bills, sweat and making love a woman you don’t love because you took a vow. Reality is working in obscurity and no one prints your name in the paper until you die! So, enjoy fantasy land, son. It’s someplace I may travel to when reality is too much! I might even meet your new good buddy Seth on the way since the only place his head lives, other than in fantasy land, is square up his ass.
Anthony walks into the room.
ANTHONY
Seth, you remind me a jackass, a government mule that is like a used car. . .beaten, broken, worthless and cracked! Apparently your time in this Hall of Remedy will do you good, boy! See, apparently, Sensei, teacher, ass clown. . .whomever the tool was that led you in there told you that you would be able to hear, see and feel for the first time in your life! Very nice. . .impressive too. I must say that learning how to do that at this late stage of life is truly an underwhelming and tedious feat! Looking at you, personally, it looked like a hen house you were going into, because I saw nothing but chicken sh*t from you and bull sh*t coming out of your mouth! You can feel, hear and see for the first time now that you left the hall of remedy? Fantastic. . .you’ll hear the sound of Seth Sinn bones breaking, you’ll see the blood I draw from your body and you’ll feel the life essence you have escape your body as that last chest heave lets the air in your lungs escape for the first time. Personally, you, Lantlas, the three little sycophants from that CUBAN sack of wasted sperm and energy and Al Laiman find it easy to call me psycho! I believe I remember hearing some guy, a faggoty looking vampire wannabe who calls himself Al Laiman say “I didn’t know being a psycho bitch was a full time job!” Al, I didn’t truly know being a coward was so easy for you! You shut down the HHW, then decide to lick the ass of Lantlas like some brown nosing loser all the while refusing to “bring back the best wrestler ever.” Whatever, son! You hid Lantlas from me. . .you hid Seth from me. . .not now. Seth Sinn comes out and talks about how he likes to dig is own graves! I understand that. . .dig a big one, son! Because if you dig it, Anthony Douglas will be right there to make sure to throw the carcass in and make sure your turn in the most appetizing worm sh*t the world as ever seen!
Anthony looks at the room and sits in a chair. He is in his full length leather duster.
ANTHONY
Here’s a quick history lesson, jackass! I never backed down from you, son! Al Laiman protected your ass from me when he said “no, no. . .I can’t do it anymore. I am shutting down the HHW.” Now, tucked away in his hidey hole, you and Lantlas dig this crusted piece of sh*t up, give him six viagras so he can get up in the morning, just his body off and make him drone on and on about the fact that I suck! I understand where it’s coming from. Lantlas, ever since you came back to fighting after you ran like a little bitch with a skinned knee from your two little friends in the CUBAN HHW parade, you ain’t done nothing period! You wear your stupid little pointed ears and your carry a mace, but the fact of the matter son, is when the going got tough, the elf got going back home! The only person you can beat, son, is Peter Skinflute in your feces infested basement! You don’t have to worry, Lantlas. You don’t have to worry about trying to change your eye color to show a split personality, because that’s just as much crap as you being an elf! You want to talk about people beating me, boy? I’ve been beaten many times before. . .I’ll get beaten again. . .the only difference is no one has the balls to take it to the next level and put me down! You talk about how I am not worthy, use what I say and come up with some tedious, trite and down right asinine things to say. . .the truth of the matter is you talk a big deal, but the “elf” that you claim you are doesn’t exist, son! You are a sad little man who can’t understand that playing dress up, acting like a fruity little piece of garbage and trying to convince people you’re a mythic figure makes you about the most pathetic human being on the planet! The Undertaker says he’s the dead man, that he’s walking undead! You claim to be and elf. . .and I’m jolly old St. Nick, bringing presents to all the boys and girls! You are completely pathetic!
Anthony removes his cowboy hat.
ANTHONY
Which comes to this fight with Seth Sinn, a man who tells me that I must be sh*tting him for stepping up to the plate. Son, I’m not sh*tting you. You’re sh*tting you! You’re sh*tting you daily! You know, Seth that deep down, you don’t have what it takes to beat me. You think you do, so you bring in my family and talk to your fruity little friend, sensei, teacher. . .whatever the hell he is. You have a sensei and you’re an apprentice? Good, because class is in session, Seth, and the woodshed is open! I got my ruler and it’s open season now! I will take the Apprentice to school and beat his ass more black and blue than a Harlem cub scout. You want to give me advice? You want me to take your advice an f*ck off? Son, I ain’t never listened to a piece of crap like you yet, and I don’t plan on it! Thing is, Seth, I hate you! I hate everyone! I hate everyone like you. I hate you, Lantlas, that little bitch Blade Lionheart. I hate myself! And our fight, by decree from PCW, I have to follow some rules! No! I know you can‘t go with Anthony Douglas from bell to bell, son! To me, the only rule is that the last man standing gets to beat the hell out of the idiot who’s down! Because rules and sportsmanship? What bunk! People don't need to preach their laws and rules to me! Anthony Douglas has no place for rules and sportsmanship! Don't preach your morality to me! You want mercy, Seth? Go see a priest! You will beg for mercy! You will beg for forgiveness! You're not going to find any. You can start begging for some mercy right now because you don't have what it takes to go toe to toe with me! You don't have the sack to realize you're in the fight for your life, boy! You won't make it to see next week‘s Trauma. You may not make it to see the end of this one, son! Anthony Douglas is going to beat the fight out of you!
Anthony stands up and throws the chair.
AD: You see, Seth, before there was hopelessness! Now, there's bitter rage! Before, Anthony Douglas didn't understand his purpose in life! Now, he does! He knows exactly what he's supposed to do! Anthony Douglas is supposed to beat the hell out of anyone who is put in front of him, because Anthony Douglas is looking in the mirror and realizing that I was wanting exactly what I had stolen from me! What I was I know is dead! Seth, Lantlas. . .I'm telling you now that I know I’m going straight to hell, and I’m taking both of you with me! I'm taking you to hell so to give you a head start, I'll spin you around kick you in the ass. . .you'll land there soon enough! It's not going to be hard beating the hell out of you, Seth, because when I look at you, I see a man wearing a brand new color of bitch on you! I understand some things are hard to understand, son! So, I’ll make it clear! I will beat your metrosexual face until it looks like your ass! You and Lantlas sealed your death warrants, Lantlas for being a stupid looking fantasy make believe piece of crap, and you for being too stupid to breed! And, I will sign your death certificates in your own blood!
FADE TO BLACK