Post by djblue on Apr 6, 2006 22:36:47 GMT -5
The "Wolverine" Anthony Douglas
FADE IN
Ext. Outside an Arena - Late afternoon
Anthony pulls up in his black Camaro z28. He parks his car, puts his cowboy hat and sunglasses on and grabs a duffel bag. As he closes he closes the door, a child (maybe 9 years old) runs up to Anthony. Anthony looks down with a blank expression.
CHILD
You're the "Wolverine," aren't you?
Anthony doesn't respond.
CHILD [holds out a pen and a PCW trading card]
Can you sign my card?
Anthony looks at the child, emotionlessly.
CHILD
Please, Wolverine!
Anthony sighs.
ANTHONY
I'm not your favorite fighter, am I?
CHILD
Actually, I like the elf, Lantlas.
Anthony smiles and shakes his head.
ANTHONY [takes the pen and writes on the card.]
That's pretty much normal, kid. It seems everyone but me likes him. Here you go.
CHILD [smiling while reading]
"Enjoy the show. Keep being cool. Anthony Douglas." Thanks, Wolverine!
ANTHONY
No problem, kid.
The child runs off as Anthony watches him. Anthony smiles an almost peaceful smile, then walks toward the door.
ANTHONY
Sometimes, there is peace. Sometimes, in my hell of a tormented, tortured existence, there are times when I feel human again. Look at the kid! [Anthony watches the child give the picture to his father. The child's father smiles and looks at Anthony.] See that kid right there. He will remember this moment for a very long time. You know, that kid said that the fake elven jackass Lantlas was his favorite fighter. And, unlike Blade, I didn't attack him! I know Lantlas is well liked, as pathetic as that is! But, the thing is, Blade. . .the thing is that the child isn't Lantlas. Just because he likes Lantlas means nothing to me! It's a child, and you don't attack a G-d damn child, no matter what that child wears, says or does. Cowards attack the weakest in society. . .I guess I must be what I said because I attacked you!
Anthony opens the door to the arena.
ANTHONY
You thought a child was me and you have the audacity to call me insane? You equate a shirt to me? Then you ask me if I think you're sick or dumb? Sick, no. . .dumb, well, that's an understatement. . .you're stupid with two O's. Stoopid beyond comparison, stoopid beyond belief. You were stupid in the HHW when you got on your hands and knees and begged me to help you with your Boiler Room brawl with a fake elven piece of crap who thinks Elves have human brothers. I didn't help, nor was I going to. Why should I? What do I get out of it? Listen very carefully. . .I do what I want, when I want, how I want, to whom I want! You weren't, and still aren't, worth anything. You never were, you never are and you'll never will be worth a tinker's damn to me! Except as a possible punching bag and anger management tool, Blade Lionheart isn't worth a damn to anyone, especially me! Why is that, Blade? Because all you ever do is cry. Listen to yourself:
- "I had you beat until Seth Sinn interfered." Blade, you couldn't beat an egg with a wooden spoon. The only thing you can beat is yourself in your feces laced hovel wallowing in self loathing and pity."
- "Anthony, you know I beat you." Personally, son. . .I don't know a damn thing about that. You lost! You lost big! You lost due to Seth, and you hate me because of it? With logic like that, why do you call me insane?
- "You won't admit that I beat you, Anthony." Blade, I'm not even going to address that with a comment because not only is that comment pathetic, but so is the comment maker."
Anthony takes a drink from a water fountain, then continues walking into an empty arena. He looks around and laughs a little to himself.
ANTHONY
Blade, you weren't dragged into a war! You were targeted for annihilation! I told Lantlas that this would never be over between us, and I meant it. You, were were targeted because you're a loser, an overblown piece of sh*t that whines when I beat him because "if Seth didn't interfere, I would have beat you." Well, Blade, if the queen had balls, she'd be king. If you had balls, you wouldn't be a pre-pubescent girl. You are completely pathetic, son. You know, in a fight, you can't go ten rounds with the Wolverine. You can't go ten rounds with Jose Cuervo! You can't go ten rounds on a merry-go-round without getting sick. Why did I target you, Blade? Because people like you make me sick! [Anthony sits in a front row seat and puts his duffel bag down. Blade, I know I'm nothing. Sad thing is, when I die, I'll still be nothing. The difference is, I'm not nothing to me! You're nothing to the entire world. You're nothing to anyone! Which is fine! It's a quality I can share. I've lived a nightmare since I was 17 years old. I died when I was 17 years. The good parts of me died. . .the bad parts died, and all that was left is this person. So, talk your bullsh*t and pump your chest upm Blade, because I need to feel human again. I need to feel something again.
Anthony stands up and throws the chair.
ANTHONY
You know what it's like not to care anymore? You know what it's like to not feel anything anymore? I unleashed the bad part of you, Blade? Since I've been in fighting, all I've seen is your bad part. . .on your back, looking at the sky wondering how your were turned inside out again. Every time you open your mouth with some stupid, tedious bullsh*t, I see the bad part of you. Where is the good part that can actually win a fight? There isn't anything there! That "good part" doesn't exist! You want to take me to hell, son? I've been there for almost 10 years! I took Seth Sinn to hell and had him scream "Kill Me Now" by submitting to me in a fight! You say that my hell has just begun, Blade? I'm already in hell. . .the one thing left to be determined is what rung of hell I will settle in.
[Anthony picks up his duffel bag and walks into a locker room. He puts his bag down.]
ANTHONY
You're the Angel of Pain? I'm the Angel of Death! You're the wolf? I'm the wolverine! Who's mighter, a wolf or a wolverine? Bears attack wolves, Wolverines attack everyone! Wolverines attack for no reason with no regard for their own safety or their lives. They are vicious killer that even Kodiak Bears are afraid of. Wolves hunt in packs, wolverines hunt alone. Is a Wolf mighter than a wolverine? Blade, only in your wildest imaginations. So, continue having nightmares about me and waking up to see my reflection in your mirror. Keep up your "blood is sweet" bullsh*t! After Trauma, you'll have even worse nightmares about me, and you'll taste even more of your blood. Because the wolverine doesn't care. The wolverine doesn't feel pity or remorse. The Wolverince has no room for compassion. The wolverine has targetted you, son! And the wolverines kills whatever it targets.
Anthony closes the locker room door.
FADE TO BLACK