Post by djblue on Apr 13, 2006 21:55:36 GMT -5
OOC: The background I use here is true to my life. Except the dead family. My parents are alive and kicking. Anthony is my dark side, so his words are mine when I am in one of my "insane author's funks" as my Fraternity Brothers call it.
FADE IN
Ext. Mountain Top overlooking a forest city - Sunset
Anthony Douglas stands on the edge of cliff overlooking the small mountain city of Flagstaff, Arizona. In the distance, the white top of the J. Lawrence Walkup Skydome can be seen. Below, a train whistle blows as another train goes through town. Anthony is in his normal attire. His black Camaro z28 behind him.
ANTHONY
One thing I will admit is, when my family was taken from me, they left me with a lot of money and property. I have a small home on 5 acres up here in Flagstaff. I have my ranch outside of Tucson. I own that car and a Valkerie. I am not poor. I am not rich. Yet, all that money, all that financial security does little to change the fact that the one thing I want more than anything, I cannot have! I want my life back! I want what I had taken from me all those years ago, and all I get for that want is a hole that gets bigger every time I wake up from the nightmares of living an empty life. All I want is to wake up and be told that the past 10 years haven't been true. The time passes slowly for me. . .each day feels like an eternity, with only my hatred and misanthropy to keep me alive. Some who could call insane. . .a psycho. It's true I've developed a mean streak. . .I never forgive and I rarely forget. . .but it's too easy to call me insane. I'm not crazy! I just don't give a sh*t anymore.
Anthony feels a breeze on his forehead. He takes his cowboy hat off and looks at the purple sun set over Bill Williams peak to the west.
ANTHONY
The only thing I do that isn't "selfish" in the eyes of stupid people is donate to the place my family earned their Degrees at. My mother got her PhD and my father got his Master's from Northern Arizona University. My mother was a sorority sister in the Chi Omega sorority. . .my father a brother in Sigma Alpha Mu. They wanted me to carry on the legacy. . .they wanted my sister to carry on the legacy. How far I've fallen would make them reject me as a son and heir! I'm a fighter with a short temper and an even shorter trigger. I am suicidal, a felon and a college never-was. I am a person who attacks with little regard, fear or hestitation. As such, my family would have turned on me. . .but it's the price I paid for the death I felt and the emptiness I know only too well.
Anthony sits on a rock and takes some rolling papers and tabacco out of his back pocket. He rolls a cigarette and lights it.
ANTHONY
Friends were something I never had since I died. I had no use for them, I had no desire for them. Friends would turn on me if I made them! The dead have no use for it. Then I met Jason Willard and the American Nightmare; two people who are just like me. Friendship through commonality seems like the only way. So, Lantlas, I'm glad you and your old buddies from the HHW are together. . .you, that jackass Neo Anderson, Neovan, Geno, Al Laiman, Devon. . .the f*ggot brigade sitting around playing video games, laughing at how easy it is to beat me up using an Xbox controller, a video game console and the game difficulty set at "beating up grandma easy." You and your sycophantic friends playing dress up calling yourself "LantDouglas." Son, you wouldn't know jack sh*t about my life, how to be me or how to beat me! Come Hostile Takeover, you can make another movie. You can be the star! The plot is simple. . .a fake piece of trash, worthless little man with glued on pointy ears and a fetish for whips and swords gets his ass beat down by a man with nothing left to lose! You can play yourself. . .I'll be the man beating you within an inch of your life! In fact, we'll get the "Captain" to direct it and call it "Lantlas' last stand: The final days of the world's biggest jackass!"
Anthony uses his boot to put out the cigarette and looks at the sky. The stars are beginning to show.
ANTHONY
I'm glad beating Jason gave you all sunshine and happiness, fake Elf and real life Troll! And I'm so glad you earned your psychiatric degree from "F*ckall University" to have some pathetic voice in your pathetic little head tell me I'm full of contradictions! It's simple. My winning that stupid Intercontinental Belt from your good buddy Neo Anderson in the HHW was secondary. Beating his ass was the only thing on my mind! I didn't care for the belt, you know that, I know that. . .the entire damn HHW knows that! And, if you drop those belts to the American Nightmare and Jason Willard, it doesn't matter! I'm still gunning for you, Lantlas! I told you once, I'll say it again, this will never be over between us so long as I'm breathing air! So, you bring your ass to Hostile Takeover, and I'll whip back to Rivendale, or Lothlorien or where stupid little men with too many D&D books like to make up fairy tale place. . .and all that will matter is that the entire PCW will know that Lantlas' time standing upright, eating solid foods, controlling his bowels and thinking without nightmares of Anthony Douglas whipping his ass from one side of the world to the other are OVER! You may have your buddies in Dominion and are trying to bring back your power in the PCW, like you had in the HHW! But the difference, son. . .is this time, there are people here who see through your bullsh*t. They're called Nightmare 2 Society. . .and right now, you have to deal with us! Specifically, you'll have to deal with me! Lose those belts, it doesn't matter. It didn't matter with Neo Anderson, because I still tried to erase him. . .it won't matter with you!
Anthony walks to his car. He opens the door, then remembers something and stops.
ANTHONY
Oh yeah. . .there are two other people with death warrants for me to stomp into their chest in this fight! First is Blade Lionheart, who screamed for mercy by banging his hand on the mat when I was "killing him now!" Son, it took 15 people to pull me off of you. You think I would have released you willingly? The "Captain" sent his little "pansy" regiment out to pull me off of you. Thank the Captain. . .because it will take a stun gun and elephant tranquilizer for me to release you again. Blade, I don't care how much you fake your "stillness" while banging your leg with your little plastic bat. You don't impress me, you don't frighten me and you don't scare me. You're tedious and trite. You're like a 20 year old car. . .the new car smell is gone, there's 120000 miles miles and everyone's had so many rides in it, the car just doesn't have any luster anymore! Deep down, you know you're afraid of me, because you know that every time we meet, Anthony Douglas will beat your ass until you look like a birthmark! You call yourself "the Angel of Death," then get beaten and say that isn't your name anymore! Hell, Blade. . .just call yourself henhouse, because you have been, and will be nothing but "chicken sh*t!" I told you I would be waiting, and you still call me "chicken sh*t!" Son, until you beat me in a fight, the only name you can call me is "the Blade Duller." No, you call yourself that, because the only thing duller than Blade is a four hour lecture on carbonating water! You want to challenge me to snap your legs, stomp your ass like a wine maker and break you like a cowboy breaks a horse. . .CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!!! Because, right now, all I hear from your mouth is
So, again, we have a fake Elf who thinks by changing his eye color he can change his personality. Trite and Tedious. A piece of crap who couldn't win a fight against a newborn baby. . .scratch that, you can beat up children. You did once before. It's adults you have trouble with. An third party in this worthless grab bag of human sh*t is G-d's messanger, who's probably in church praying for forgiveness for ever agreeing to be in this fight! All the while, the "Captain" decides to let another man in! The Captain's also on the list. . .because the Captain is a piece of crap who changes things because deep down, he knows that the three N2S people will tear his life to ruins! just like my life was torn to ruins. . .except, I accepted my death! Will those four accept theirs? Most likely not. They'll say something completely tedious and make the beatings they are begging for even worse!
Anthony gets into his car and drives away.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN
Ext. Mountain Top overlooking a forest city - Sunset
Anthony Douglas stands on the edge of cliff overlooking the small mountain city of Flagstaff, Arizona. In the distance, the white top of the J. Lawrence Walkup Skydome can be seen. Below, a train whistle blows as another train goes through town. Anthony is in his normal attire. His black Camaro z28 behind him.
ANTHONY
One thing I will admit is, when my family was taken from me, they left me with a lot of money and property. I have a small home on 5 acres up here in Flagstaff. I have my ranch outside of Tucson. I own that car and a Valkerie. I am not poor. I am not rich. Yet, all that money, all that financial security does little to change the fact that the one thing I want more than anything, I cannot have! I want my life back! I want what I had taken from me all those years ago, and all I get for that want is a hole that gets bigger every time I wake up from the nightmares of living an empty life. All I want is to wake up and be told that the past 10 years haven't been true. The time passes slowly for me. . .each day feels like an eternity, with only my hatred and misanthropy to keep me alive. Some who could call insane. . .a psycho. It's true I've developed a mean streak. . .I never forgive and I rarely forget. . .but it's too easy to call me insane. I'm not crazy! I just don't give a sh*t anymore.
Anthony feels a breeze on his forehead. He takes his cowboy hat off and looks at the purple sun set over Bill Williams peak to the west.
ANTHONY
The only thing I do that isn't "selfish" in the eyes of stupid people is donate to the place my family earned their Degrees at. My mother got her PhD and my father got his Master's from Northern Arizona University. My mother was a sorority sister in the Chi Omega sorority. . .my father a brother in Sigma Alpha Mu. They wanted me to carry on the legacy. . .they wanted my sister to carry on the legacy. How far I've fallen would make them reject me as a son and heir! I'm a fighter with a short temper and an even shorter trigger. I am suicidal, a felon and a college never-was. I am a person who attacks with little regard, fear or hestitation. As such, my family would have turned on me. . .but it's the price I paid for the death I felt and the emptiness I know only too well.
Anthony sits on a rock and takes some rolling papers and tabacco out of his back pocket. He rolls a cigarette and lights it.
ANTHONY
Friends were something I never had since I died. I had no use for them, I had no desire for them. Friends would turn on me if I made them! The dead have no use for it. Then I met Jason Willard and the American Nightmare; two people who are just like me. Friendship through commonality seems like the only way. So, Lantlas, I'm glad you and your old buddies from the HHW are together. . .you, that jackass Neo Anderson, Neovan, Geno, Al Laiman, Devon. . .the f*ggot brigade sitting around playing video games, laughing at how easy it is to beat me up using an Xbox controller, a video game console and the game difficulty set at "beating up grandma easy." You and your sycophantic friends playing dress up calling yourself "LantDouglas." Son, you wouldn't know jack sh*t about my life, how to be me or how to beat me! Come Hostile Takeover, you can make another movie. You can be the star! The plot is simple. . .a fake piece of trash, worthless little man with glued on pointy ears and a fetish for whips and swords gets his ass beat down by a man with nothing left to lose! You can play yourself. . .I'll be the man beating you within an inch of your life! In fact, we'll get the "Captain" to direct it and call it "Lantlas' last stand: The final days of the world's biggest jackass!"
Anthony uses his boot to put out the cigarette and looks at the sky. The stars are beginning to show.
ANTHONY
I'm glad beating Jason gave you all sunshine and happiness, fake Elf and real life Troll! And I'm so glad you earned your psychiatric degree from "F*ckall University" to have some pathetic voice in your pathetic little head tell me I'm full of contradictions! It's simple. My winning that stupid Intercontinental Belt from your good buddy Neo Anderson in the HHW was secondary. Beating his ass was the only thing on my mind! I didn't care for the belt, you know that, I know that. . .the entire damn HHW knows that! And, if you drop those belts to the American Nightmare and Jason Willard, it doesn't matter! I'm still gunning for you, Lantlas! I told you once, I'll say it again, this will never be over between us so long as I'm breathing air! So, you bring your ass to Hostile Takeover, and I'll whip back to Rivendale, or Lothlorien or where stupid little men with too many D&D books like to make up fairy tale place. . .and all that will matter is that the entire PCW will know that Lantlas' time standing upright, eating solid foods, controlling his bowels and thinking without nightmares of Anthony Douglas whipping his ass from one side of the world to the other are OVER! You may have your buddies in Dominion and are trying to bring back your power in the PCW, like you had in the HHW! But the difference, son. . .is this time, there are people here who see through your bullsh*t. They're called Nightmare 2 Society. . .and right now, you have to deal with us! Specifically, you'll have to deal with me! Lose those belts, it doesn't matter. It didn't matter with Neo Anderson, because I still tried to erase him. . .it won't matter with you!
Anthony walks to his car. He opens the door, then remembers something and stops.
ANTHONY
Oh yeah. . .there are two other people with death warrants for me to stomp into their chest in this fight! First is Blade Lionheart, who screamed for mercy by banging his hand on the mat when I was "killing him now!" Son, it took 15 people to pull me off of you. You think I would have released you willingly? The "Captain" sent his little "pansy" regiment out to pull me off of you. Thank the Captain. . .because it will take a stun gun and elephant tranquilizer for me to release you again. Blade, I don't care how much you fake your "stillness" while banging your leg with your little plastic bat. You don't impress me, you don't frighten me and you don't scare me. You're tedious and trite. You're like a 20 year old car. . .the new car smell is gone, there's 120000 miles miles and everyone's had so many rides in it, the car just doesn't have any luster anymore! Deep down, you know you're afraid of me, because you know that every time we meet, Anthony Douglas will beat your ass until you look like a birthmark! You call yourself "the Angel of Death," then get beaten and say that isn't your name anymore! Hell, Blade. . .just call yourself henhouse, because you have been, and will be nothing but "chicken sh*t!" I told you I would be waiting, and you still call me "chicken sh*t!" Son, until you beat me in a fight, the only name you can call me is "the Blade Duller." No, you call yourself that, because the only thing duller than Blade is a four hour lecture on carbonating water! You want to challenge me to snap your legs, stomp your ass like a wine maker and break you like a cowboy breaks a horse. . .CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!!! Because, right now, all I hear from your mouth is
- Waah, waah, waah! Anthony Douglas beat me like a red headed stepchild.
- Anthony Douglas embarassed me after I make all sorts of promises that I would beat the Wolverine.
- This match is going to be the death of me, but I will pump out my chest like a peacock does his feathers and make more empty threats and promises against a man who doesn't realize how pathetic Blade truly is.
So, again, we have a fake Elf who thinks by changing his eye color he can change his personality. Trite and Tedious. A piece of crap who couldn't win a fight against a newborn baby. . .scratch that, you can beat up children. You did once before. It's adults you have trouble with. An third party in this worthless grab bag of human sh*t is G-d's messanger, who's probably in church praying for forgiveness for ever agreeing to be in this fight! All the while, the "Captain" decides to let another man in! The Captain's also on the list. . .because the Captain is a piece of crap who changes things because deep down, he knows that the three N2S people will tear his life to ruins! just like my life was torn to ruins. . .except, I accepted my death! Will those four accept theirs? Most likely not. They'll say something completely tedious and make the beatings they are begging for even worse!
Anthony gets into his car and drives away.
FADE TO BLACK