Post by djblue on Apr 17, 2006 1:05:57 GMT -5
FADE IN
Ext: Inside a black Camaro z28 - Six hours before Hostile Takeover
Anthony Douglas has his T-tops on. He is on an interstate highway doing about 70. His sunglasses are on. He wears his Cowboy Hat, the duster is in the back seat.
ANTHONY
I've always wondered just where I could go to be alone with my thoughts and just enjoy perfect, unbroken silence. In my car, I have that. With the windows rolled up, the A/C on and no music, I hear nothing but my own heartbeat and my own breathe. Soundproofing this car made the road noise disappear, and with the tinting on the windows, I am completely isolated from the entire world. No interference, no intrusion, no nothing. In my car, I am king. And in my car, I am where I want to be.
Anthony watches a TA Truck Stop sign. He turns on his signal and gets off the highway. He turns his car into the parking lot, opens the door after parking and walks inside. He wears one of his "Eyes that hate you till death" black PCW shirts.
Int: Inside the truck stop - Continuous.
Anthony walks to the bathroom and asks the camera not to follow him.
ANTHONY
If you people want to see my package, hire me out of a porno movie. Stay here.
TIME ELAPSE 5 MINUTES.
Anthony walks out of the bathroom with water wet hands. He walks into the "Buckhorn" Restaurant and sits in the CDL drivers section. A waitress walks over.
WAITRESS
Excuse me, sir. This area is deserved for. . .
Anthony pulls out his wallet and shows the watress his Arizona Class "A" license.
WAITRESS
I am sorry, sir. What would you like to drink?
ANTHONY
Sweet Tea, country fried steak and eggs, medium rare, over-easy. Texas toast and no peppercorn gravy.
WAITRESS (writing)
Okay, sir. I'll have that up for you.
ANTHONY (shakes his head)
That's fine.
The waitress walks away.
ANTHONY
Lonely life being a trucker. Imagine, waking up in a new place everyday, driving an 80,000 pounds, 18 wheeled sweatshop with cops, state DOTs, four wheelers and the elements all looking to screw you! I got my CDL when I was released from prison. Never used it, but it's nice to have. I keep my DOT physical up-to-date just in case I want to drive one of these, which I surely do not. This life is hard work for blood money. Something I know alot of in the PCW. I'm paid a pitance to beat the hell out of pieces of crap who think I'm not anything. Pieces of crap like the PCW's resident Wood Sprite, Lantlas. . .who went from reading too much Terry Brooks to too much Stephen King! You look like you've read Christine too many times, son, in your little visit to whomever that bimbo was stupid enough to give a sh*t about you. Problem is, son, is that apparently, she don't know your ass anymore! Don't worry though! After Hostile Takeover, Lantlas. . .not only will she not know you anymore, she won't recognize you anymore! You sit there and go to this woman's place and look to envoke some sympathy out of me because she holding a child? It isn't you she's holding! Just because you live in a fairy tale world of nymphs, sorcerors, fairies and make believe bullsh*t where "clouds are wishes" doesn't excuse for a second the fact that you can't handle real life, so you enter this Walter Mitty world of fantasy! You want to be an elf, fine! You're a G-d damn elf. It isn't true, but what the hell, I'll play your stupid little game! You're the elf and I'm the elf slayer, Lantlas. You want to be the last of your kind, no problem. I'll person make elves a bad memory at Hostile takeover.
The waitress comes with the food.
WAITRESS
Here you go, sir. Anything for the gentleman with the camera?
ANTHONY
No. That asshole can starve for all I care. Thank you.
Anthony looks at the camera man.
ANTHONY
You're excused until I'm done eating. . .meaning beat it before I beat you!
The camera raises in elevation.
ANTHONY
Baurch ata adonai, elohanu melech haolam, a motzi lehemin haartez!
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CUT TO: FADE IN
Ext: Outside the Truck Stop - One Hour Later
Anthony walks out and gets in his car. The camera follows him in. Anthony starts the car and gets back on the interstate.
ANTHONY
The thing is, Lantlas, is that I am not bitter, sad or lonely. I still do not understand why I get these G-d damn labels. Psycho, Emo kid. . .what the f*ck's an emo kid? You produce this little piece on how your life isn't the way it should be, some bimbo doesn't know who you are anymore and you scream that I want people to feel sorry for me? Lantlas, you are completely pathetic! Ron White said you can't fix stupid. . .hell, it's right! At Hostile Takeover, Lantlas, I'm going to knock you stupider! And, when you're at the bottom of the mountain, looking up, I'l lstill be there, fists ready to knock this fake elven bullsh*t out of your life! And, if you are at the top of the mountain, think of me as the Earthquake that levels the mountain and puts you where you belong. . .out of mind, out of sight and out of anything! You started this sh*t a long time ago! I told you you'd never be done with Anthony Douglas, and I meant it! So, at the end of the day, you can be what I know you are at the end of that. You can be exactly what I leave in the tiolet bowl before I go to bed! Because, of all the regrets you have, Lantlas. . .you'll regret ever knowing the name Anthony Douglas! Me. . .you know exact what I am! You know exact what I think! The only thing is. . .do I give a sh*t what you think? Because, the only thing that matters right now, Lantlas, is that I'm here, flesh and blood, and you're running around looking for old girlfriends and Christine cars! And you have the audacity to call me insane???
Anthony turns up the A/C.
ANTHONY
Another time or place, I would probably worry about facing G-d's messanger in a fight. I would be afraid of a Prophet, but there is no G-d damn G-d. There is no G-d damn messenger of G-d and there is no G-d damn adventure to choose? Scratch that. . .the adventure stars a delusional piece of human garbage who has reverted back to the books I used to read when I was seven. He put down his bible and got the "Choose Your Own Adventure" Books. In this adventure, this jackass stands up, looks around and realizes he's picked the wrong fight with the wrong person! He looks at a man not afraid to die, who doesn't want to live and has nothing left to lose! He can: A> run home to Mommy and get his ass kicked in the process; B> Stay and deal with the man and get his ass kicked in the process; or C> Forget his promise to the fake Elven poser and the PCW's resident punching bag and get his ass kicked in the process? Choose, but choose wisely, Prophet. For if you choose unwisely, the only thing waiting for you is. . .oh, what the hell and I saying? Prophet, the common thread on this is you may be G-d's holy messenger, but Hermes doesn't exist, G-d isn't real and the only thing that is me! My message is simple: Walk away! I have nothing to do with you, but since you did decide to run inside and step to the plate. . .Hey Captain. . .I've already taken out one of your little sycophants. . .Prophet will join Seth Sinn! Understand, Prophet. . .I'm looking at Blade and Lantlas. I would say I'm looking for a good fight, but the only good fight Blade has is with the Ex-lax when he's constipated! You, Prophet, on the other hand, walked into a buzz saw. And the parts left over won't be enough to make a midget.
Anthony motions to turn the camera off.
FADE TO BLACK
FADE IN
I/E: Underground parking lot - Two Hours before Hostile Takeover.
Anthony walks into the arena after parking his car. He sees his locker room and walks in with a duffel bag over his shoulder. He takes out his wrestling gear and opens a locker. He rests his head against the locker, like he's tired.
ANTHONY
And then, there was one! One word, one breathe, one life, one moment, one second, one time and one chance! And Blade blew it all! See, I don't care if I "pushed" you Blade! At our fight, I'll do more than pushing! It will take an army of men, elephant tranquilizer and a huge amount of force to pull me off of you! You want to claim I pushed you over the edge in front of an abandoned, condemned house. . .whatever, son! Right now, I have your death warrant, Blade. . .and the only condemning is the Wolverine Anthony Douglas condemning you to die! See, as much as Jason and N2S matters, you can beat the hell out of Destiny and Jason! You can try at least. . .they are over 12 years old, Blade! You can claim that you'll "destroy" them, son, but the fact of the matter is, Blade, you couldn't destroy a sand castle on the beach with a bucket of water in your hand! So, don't start this pretense that you're going to "murder" me! You don't have it in you! You know it, I know it! The only person who has the ability to kill is the one who doesn't care anymore! The one who's eyes will hate you until your death! So, make your platitudes, belch your bullsh*t and wax idiotically through your noise hole! You don't want this to end? Son. . .I told Lantlas he'd never be done until I leave my home feet first. . .same can be said for you! Nothing more, nothing less! Now get that damn camera out of me face before the Captain gets a good look at your colon and "fines" me for breaking his equipment.
The camera man backs up.
ANTHONY
Oh, to hell with his G-d damn fines and threats! Fine me, Captain. . .I surely don't give a sh*t! I'll beat your ass too if you ever develop the balls to look me up!
Anthony throws his boot at the camera
SNOWSTORM
FADE TO BLACK
OOC: Modified to fix a formatting error.