(FADEIN: Doc Silver sitting at a poker table, he’s wearing an old school “Shirley Manson kneeling over the star” Garbage T-Shirt. “Automatic Systematic Habit” plays in the background.)
DOC: Ah, class warfare…It’s the oldest trick in the book. You’re whining about the 1%, about me, about Dan Ryan and Sean Stevens, about the legends who get the folks on the internet talking, you wish they talked about you, the envy just dripped off you, it’s truly pathetic Anarky.
I’ve spent my whole career making myself a winner, a champion, somebody to be feared and respected, I never claimed I did a damn thing above board, I did what I had to do to get the job done, and that’s why people fear me, because they know that when they get in the ring with me that they deck is stacked against them.
You claim I’m dishonest? What am I lying about? You and I both know exactly what I’m up to, all my cards are on the table. There’s nothing unexpected when you fight me, I’m a cheat and a scoundrel and I make no bones about any of it.
And that’s why the talking heads love me, I’ve made a career of breaking hearts and crushing dreams, I’ve made a career of getting my hand raised by whatever means I needed to use, and you sneer at it, you whine about it, those meanies in the internet don’t give you the respect you deserve.
What the hell have you ever done Anarky? Honestly, you got the suitcase full of belts, who the hell doesn’t have a suitcase full of belts? It boils down to something far more important than that, it’s about respect, can you command respect from the locker room, from the crowd, from management, can you make people sit up and take notice of you…And you never could do that.
You tell me a man has to have a code, and I’ll tell you any man that abides by a code that denies him victory out of some misplaced sense of honor is a fool, that at the end of the day, you get the win by whatever means you can, you want a code to live by?
Win.
That’s my code. That’s what I’m here to do, and you hate me for it, hate that I win all the time, hate that the public loves me for winning all the time…
You tell me this is your last chance at Ultratitle, that you’re an old man...When I don’t think anyone has any idea of your true age, your birth certificate generates slightly less controversy than Barack Obama’s, I’ll take you at your word that you’re nearly at the end of your rope and this is your last shot at glory, but it begs the question…Exactly what the hell are you doing with what little time you have left in this business.
You could go kick the sh*t out of the guy you already kicked the sh*t out of once before, get back the EPW World Title, clean out that locker room and then throw the belt down at Dan Ryan’s feet and tell him there were no more challenges left for you, that you had done it all and now it was time to ride off into the sunset with your point proven.
Or you could have some drug addled moron lead you around on a leash while the two of you talk a big game and do nothing. I mean either of those two paths seems just as likely to get you the hype on the internet that you seem to crave so desperately. Editor’s Note, said moron is going to get his head caved in by Deacon in round 1 of this tournament, so you’ve clearly put your career in good hands, the good ship Anarky is going straight to the top now baby!
You complain about being a nothing in the wrestling world. As if I’m supposed to fix that. It’s not my fault people see it that way, maybe you should have gotten some guts and done something in your career so that people would talk about you, that you would have a legacy people would admire and tread with reverence, but instead you’ve slept walked through every damn thing you’ve ever done.
You ARE that dock worker Anarky, you might not be loading cargo or driving around on the cart or the rest of it, but your life truly is the same damn thing night in and night out, get in the ring, fight whoever the hell they throw in front of you, win or lose it doesn’t matter, get a few stitches, head to the airport get on a flight to the next arena, the next fight, just make sure the checks clear and everything will be OK.
You do the same thing over and over again without really giving a damn if it got you anywhere in any league, and now you have the nerve to get in front of a camera and tell the world you care. That for this one match, for this one tournament, Anarky cares.
Well congrats Anarky for doing barely above the bare minimum required of a person in this tournament, did your press release for your promo read “Anarky vows he’s not stealing Ultratitles promoters money, promises to show effort.”
Man, I wish it was so easy for me, I wish I could be held to such a low standard that I could cut a promo saying “I give a f*ck about Ultratitle” and expect a pat on the back and cheers from the peanut gallery. I bet the internet is abuzz with the fact that for once in your life, you’re going to be somewhat engaged in an event, I’d hate to see what you could do if you were really determined to win this thing.
And that’s the difference between us, I show up every night NEEDING to win, I don’t mail it in, I don’t have to tell people that I care about it, they know it, and because I spent my whole career bleeding and suffering and fighting to win each and every night, that made me somebody and only now at this late hour are you finally starting to figure that out, that maybe you should have put a little effort into this sport and you could have made a legacy of your own.
But it’s too late for you to do that in Ultratitle Anarky, you got a bad bracket and an early exit when they drew up who was fighting who, you knew it when it came out and so did I, we were meeting round two, I was going to win, and you were going to lose.
You’ll take your pound of flesh from me, I’ll bleed and I’ll hurt, but I’m still winning the match…Because that’s the way the world works Anarky, the strong crush the weak and the motivated out think the disinterested. You might think you care about this, but when it comes down to it, when my blood is pooling all over that mat when I’m kicking out again and again after you keep trying to put me down, you’ll understand that you don’t have anywhere near the will power needed to stop me…It might be brass knucks, or a goon with a chair, or a ref who suddenly shows up to work the next day in a new car, but you’ll lose just the same.
The world never needed you before, it sure as hell doesn't need you now...
You’ve never had the drive to be the best, and now you finally see that, you finally understand that you’ve spent your whole life walking along the endless path of misery…
Only Happy When It Rains
(FADEOUT)