(FADEIN to an ULTRATITLE logo. Standing in front of it is Anarky in full ring gear. His face is painted in a poorly done skull, and his blonde hair sits in a ragged mess atop his head. He’s wearing his usual leather jacket and black and blood dripping red anarchy t-shirt with blue jeans. He’s smiling.)
ANARKY: “Can you feel it?
“The humming of the air? The electricity of it? The anticipation? The hopes and dreams and longing? The quests for self-respect and self-actualization and glory and beauty and truth and God and... ULTRATITLE?
“This... this is it. One hundred and twenty-eight men. One hundred and twenty eight dreams. And almost every last one of them... bound to be broken. Bound to swim in failure and desperation...
“Dreams unfulfilled. Promises broken. Destinies... that meant nothing.
“This is where dreams go to die, Terminator.
“Or maybe not. I don’t speak in certainties. I am a man, not a God... a flawed, broken creature... not a legend.
“Where others have reveled in their greatness... I have wallowed in my ugliness. I have made a career out of doing what others would not. Crossing the lines their sense of decency would never allow them to...
“Or perhaps I’m self-aggrandizing again. I’ve stopped paying attention. I always thought I was the solution, and yet I suspect I’ve become part of the problem. Always attempting to rise above myself.. be something I cannot.
“Deny myself... my nature.
“I was borne of naive ignorance... I suffered at the hands of those smarter, stronger, faster, better... I was a plaything for them.
“I was a child in a game of men.
“Perhaps I am still.
“That’s what they all seem to think. They talk about Sean Stevens. They talk about Castor Strive. They talk about Gemini and The Seargent. They talk about Doc Silver and Orphan. Chris Hopper and Spooky Doom.
“They talk. And talk. And talk.
“And me... I’m still dragging this body around... I’m still trying to matter.
“Maybe I’m just another stepping stone for Doc on his way to get pummeled by Castor Strife. Maybe I’m overlooking my opponent and Terminator will end my career in one fell swoop.
“But me... well... being dismissed... being discounted...
“This is what I am. What I’ll always be.
“Do I think it’s enough? To outlast 127 other men? To be crowned one of the all-time greatest?
“I’m too slow... too old... too tired and exhausted from years of pointless bickering... too f*cking angry and too used up...
“All I have left... is my will. To keep going. To keep breathing and fighting and scratching and clawing.
“Long after the pain has twisted me... and the blood has covered my eyes... and my body screams for mercy... and I know it’s too late...
“... something else drives me on. Something else.
“A singular desire. To make you... feel... what I... feel.
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