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UNLEASHED 2010: MAIN EVENT: EPW World Title - First (c) vs. Anarky

The Great Eye

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(FADEIN: The First sitting on the steps of Front Street. First is wearing black jeans, black hoodie, face painted white with a black raccoon stripe across the eyes, an ankh on his right cheek, his hair black with a blue tinge to it. Muse sits beside him, playing various and sundry riffs on a guitar. The Ankh belt rests at First's feet on the step below where he's sitting.)

FIRST: It's funny Anarky...That it's you and me...That I listen to you disrespect me whenever you get on the TV...It's funny because I remember what happened to you last time you got close to the World Title, you lost your mind after you didn't get the shot, you rampaged EPW in a giant temper tantrum and ended up having EPW management review if they wanted to have you around anymore...And maybe they thought having such a bloodthirsty lunatic on their roster would hurt a potental Alaina Troy run for Senate...So they suspended you...And the management, and the locker room, saw you as a broken down maniac only good for throwing people off cages and trying to kill people with camera cords...

You had one supporter in the locker room, one person who thought you were still worth something to this company, who wanted you in EPW...

Me.

I'm the reason you're standing here getting ready to fight me, you talk about disrespect, you talk about people not treating people right, look in the mirror Anarky, never a thank you, never anything more then just insults and threats from you, I brought you into this company, I made you a part of HOPE, I turned your career around, and all I hear on the TV is how I'm an egomaniac that has to be put down Old Yeller style for the company's good. That is what you say about me, this is what I'm faced with.

Well that's fine with me, because I listen to you while about how people disrespect and insult this business, about how you're the only straight shooter left in a sea of sh*ttalking scumbags who don't know the first thing about this industry...And I know I'm listening to a liar, a man who's spent his whole career drawing blood, maiming people...You've never done a thing for this business except given it a black eye, a man who's made his living off making people cover their eyes and watch matches through their fingers. You're a thug and a ghoul...

And I sit here and listen to you tell me I'm unworthy of being EPW World Champion...Well one thing I know is that maybe I shouldn't hold this belt, but I know for DAMN SURE you shouldn't...I'm not about to have you trample your way over me and disgrace MY belt and this company with you as the new face of EPW...Some sad sack veteran and his tale of redemption...I don't believe it for a moment...

You are what you are Anarky, people never change, it's the nature of the world...You're out for blood, you've just wrapped that blood lust up in some fancy new words, talk of respect, talk of honor, masking that all you really want is the right to jab a fork in somebody's head...That all you want is to hear somebody moan in agony from busted up ribs...All you've ever cared about is making the other guy suffer...And all it's all you've ever wanted and all you can handle...Fame and titles, just freak you out...

So I expect to suffer and blood, I'm going to pay those tolls, I'm going to take a beating at Unleashed, I damn sure expect that to happen, but in the end, I'll find a way to beat you...Because deep down...All you want to do is hurt people, all you want to do is leave that ring covered in blood and knowing you mauled your opponent...And deep down...All I care about is winning...

And at Unleashed, we'll both get what we want.

(FADEOUT)
 

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(FADEIN to an empty locker room. Anarky is sitting on a bench, taping up his ankle. He’s breathing heavily, apparently from a recent workout.)

ANARKY: “Y’know, it’s funny, First… funny the way you tangle words, the way you spread your deceit, the way you spin the narrative, you should’ve been a politician, it’s not too late, y’know… you could be a professional spin doctor.

“You tell the world I was so enraged by my lack of a title shot that I literally went crazy and threw a giant temper tantrum. Funny story. Doesn’t make any f*cking sense, but funny story. Cause, y’know, you’d think if I was oh-so-concerned with the World Title, I would’ve, oh, I don’t know, gone after the people who cost me the shot. Ice Tre. Marcus Westcott. Maybe even the World Title itself.

“Maybe I could’ve spent two months talking about the World Title and how I deserved a shot and just kept talking and talking and talking and talking about it until someone got so f*cking sick of hearing my name that they just gave me a shot anyway. How’d that work out for you, First?

“Well I guess it worked out pretty well, didn’t it. But don’t expect me to be impressed. And sure as f*ck don’t expect me to accept the picture you paint about the kind of person I am.

“My one supporter, First? My one friend? Oh, please. You think I’m f*cking stupid? You think for one second I imagined us as friends?

“We’re not friends. I’m just someone you can use to get ahead. I’m just HOPE’s mad dog. I’m the one who tore Anthology to pieces as you cut yet ANOTHER interview talking about yourself and Sean Stevens for the millionth f*cking time. I was the one who protected you. And I was the one who gave your pitiful little stable a name worth having. You think anybody would give a f*ck about the First and Layne Winters Show, guest starring Shawn Hart whenever he can stop getting p*ssy long enough to show up?

“You think I owe you a thank you? Well f*ck you, f*ck you very much, First. I’m so glad I could come here and help you rid the world of Anthology so you could pat yourself on the back for losing a very close match to Stevens once again

“You’re like a child who keeps begging for the new toy, and no matter how many times your parents say no, you just keep begging, until eventually, they give in, and you think to yourself, well I earned that toy. Yeah, I guess you did. By virtue of being the most annoying f*cking person on the planet and basically begging your way to a title shot, yes, First, you are, in fact, a motherf*cking hero for ungrateful children everywhere.

“You want to make me a monster, that’s fine, First… at least I am what I am. I never claimed to be something else. I never used you to get ahead. Sure, I threw around a few ring announcers. What can I say. I’m a man of many addictions and some of them get away from me. You can’t expect a man like me to always control himself when the time comes.

“So while you were out there, whining your way to the top, begging for another shot, after each failed attempt… it was me, First… it was me who went into the cage, week after week, and became King. Not you. Not Winters. Not Black. Me.

“You want to pretend this is about respect and honor, but you don’t even know what those words mean, First. You’re just like the others. You use whatever you can to get ahead. Because all you give a f*ck about is you. About your name up in the lights. The fans? F*ck the fans, they’re just there to buy t-shirts.

“Simply because I do not get down on my knees and worship the Gold God doesn’t mean I don’t understand. See, that’s what you don’t get. For you, the title is the goal itself. Just the piece of metal and leather is all you seek.

“But without suffering… without torment… the title is worth nothing. It’s just metal and leather.

“All you’ve proven as Champion, First, is that you can spin the deceit and lies as well as the last Champion. You can paint me as a man who cares only about violence because you’re too f*cking stupid to realize that humans can’t be reduced to simple machines. You’re too f*cking useless.

“Maybe that’s the problem, First. You are so all-consumed with the title, so all-consumed with making everyone know how f*cking wonderful you are, that you never considered a man like me may be driven by MANY things.

“You say people don’t change, First. Well I did. There was a time in my life when it was enough to watch a man bleed simply because I could. But it no longer brings a joy to my life.

“Now I see that Copycat and Stevens are right… EPW does need something. But it isn’t them. And it isn’t you.

“We’ve had enough of people jerking themselves off on-screen. We’ve had enough of being told how great the guy with the belt is. We’ve had enough of self-congratulatory excuse-making.

“Enough of guys who only care about winning.

“You wanna be Champion, First? You want that title to be worth more than the metal used to cast it?

“Then you’re going to have to f*cking earn it, and if you think for one second that you’re going to find a way to beat me simply because you care about winning more than I do…

“… you’re in for a long f*cking night.”

(FADEOUT.)
 
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(FADEIN: The First sitting on the steps of Front Street, wearing the same outfit as before, only now he has the EPW World Title belt over his shoulder. Muse can be seen in the background trying to do tricks on a skateboard.)

FIRST: They said I was wasting my money going to wrestling school…Then I was told I’d never be anything more than a guy with an internet following on the internet scene…Then I got hired by EPW and paired with Felix Red, and they said I’d hold him down, that we’d never win the tag belts…And then we did…And then I moved on to main eventing on my own, and they said I’d never win this belt…And then I did…

And now I’ll never be as great as EPW’s greatest champions…The critics, the haters, they have to keep moving the goal posts back each time I prove them wrong, each time I do what they say I can’t…

So they take a new angle…And degrade how I got to the top…You call what I did “Whining and Complaining” my way to the title…I thought I earned it by fighting the best in this company night in and night out…

I didn’t “Whine and Complain” my way into King of the Cage, I signed up, same as you did, the ping pong balls just fell such that I got a shot at the champ sooner then you did, and unlike you, who had two difference chances to win a title in this tournament, I got the job done and won the belt…

You think I have to earn something when I fight you…(Pats belt) I already earned it Anarky, I walk into this ring without having to prove myself to you, you got to prove yourself to me, you have to prove yourself to the world…This is your moment Anarky, that’s what this is, this is your shot…You don’t look down your nose at me and tell me what I got on the line, because I already know the price I paid to win this title…

You ask me why you didn’t go after Westscott and company after you lost that match if it upset you that much? Simple, because you didn’t want to deal with the pressure of fighting in the spotlight, of being in the main event night after night, of having a whole locker room gunning for you…

Maiming Dean Matthews, trying to kill Larry Tact and Sean Edmunds, that’s more your speed, that’s stuff you can handle, it’s been your whole EPW career, avoid the spotlight, pick on those you know you can handle, win small battles, never try for anything more.

But thanks to a butter soft bracket in the King of the Cage, now you’re in the main event of Unleashed fighting for the EPW World Title…And now it’s put up or shut up time for Anarky, this is where you either rise to the top of EPW, or fall back down to the carnival freak sideshow act that’s defined you...You can’t duck out now, you can’t tell me how unimpressed you are by me and the EPW World Title, because now you have to fight for it, welcome to the land of sink or swim, the land of no excuses…

You look into that camera and tell me I have an all-consuming desire to be champion…And you’re right Anarky, I do, I eat, sleep, and breath being EPW World Champion, this belt has been my goal since the moment I walked into the company , and I think it’s pathetic that it wasn’t yours…And when we’re in that ring fighting tooth and nail, you’ll know just how driven I am to keep this title…You’ll see how you just can’t keep me down that I’m just that determined to beat you and hold onto this belt…It’s then that maybe you’ll understand that to be EPW World Champion…You HAVE to be consumed with the desire to hold this belt…You HAVE to make it the reason you wake up in the morning…

You say you’re motivated by many things Anarky? One thing drives me, and it’s being champion, I have no other goals, no other agendas, no other desires, this is my life, this is what I do…And when push comes to shove…You’ll find that out, and then maybe, just maybe, you’ll figure out how serious a fight you’re in…Then you’ll start to understand exactly what you got yourself into when you got this shot at my title…

Cause in the end, it takes two things to be a champion Anarky, ability and desire, and guys like you hide behind a lack of desire to make sure they never get called out for lack of ability. You spend your career sneering and insulting those who aspire to be something more, those who seek greatness, all the while doing nothing to earn it yourself…And in the end history remembers you not as a winner, or a loser, but rather as a oddity, a ‘cult legend’ or something of the like, a man who blazed his own trail, but that trail never really went anywhere…

That’s all you are Anarky…And it’s all you ever will be…And hell, odds are at the end of Unleashed, you’ll get up after having been beaten…You’ll be caked in blood…You’ll stand up and that crowd will salute you, cheer you, respect you for the honest try to make to become EPW World Champion…A poignant moment in the career of a man who’s been defined by carnage and chaos…Who had his one fleeting shot at greatness, and in the end, you found out that when it came to having the ability or desire to beat me and becoming EPW World Champion…

You had neither…

(FADEOUT)
 

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(FADEIN to a mostly empty bar full of poorly-kept white trash truckers and bikers, drinking cheap beer out of dirty glasses. Half-lit neon lights advertise Schlitz and Old Milwaukee on the walls. A dartboard apparently hasn’t been touched in years. An old tiny CRT tv drones on in the background. The camera pans to Anarky, who is flicking a lighter over and over again, a half-empty Miller Lite in front of him.)

ANARKY: “Y tu, First?”

(He smirks.)

ANARKY: “I won’t even pretend to be surprised, friend. You do this long enough and everybody starts falling into the same patterns. Everybody says the same sh*t.

“I can’t handle the spotlight. I can’t win the big match. I’m not good enough to be EPW Champion. I only disregard titles because I can’t win them. I’m afraid of my lack of ability. I’d rather not try than fail.

“Millions of sheep all lined up in a row, millions of sheep, and you baaa baaa baaa the same thing at me all the time. I can’t even tell you apart anymore. This one paints his face. This one complains about the minor leagues. This one cries about lost love. This one claims he’s a savior. This one says it’s not about winning, it’s how hard you try.

“In the end, though, you are all the same lemmings. You hate me because I don’t subscribe to the same idea of success as you do. You hate me because I refuse to bow down and kiss the ring. You hate me because someone told you if you did things this way, everyone would have to get down on their knees and worship you with adoring eyes.

“Well I don’t worship sh*t, First. Certainly not every punk kid who tells me I’m a worthless f*ck because I got better things than chasin’ everything that glitters in the sunlight.

“Gold comes and goes, my friend. But the legacy you build lasts forever. The name you create. I don’t NEED the f*cking EPW World Heavyweight Title. You don’t like that. In fact, you f*cking hate it.

“Cause you NEED it. It DEFINES you. Without it, you are nothing. Just a petulant child who thinks he’s been alive for a thousand years and a girl he’s afraid to admit he wants to make out with.

“It’s not true, you know. You’re much more than that. I know.

“I remember the hunger, too. When you’re cuttin’ your teeth. When you’ve still got everything to prove. When everybody who’s been in the business longer than you, who is just about everyone, is tellin’ you what a nothin’ you are. And you go out there and you f*ckin’ prove that you can hang with anybody.

“I remember, First.”

(He stops and lights up a cigarette, and takes a deep drag, sighing as he leans back.)

ANARKY: “But try as I might, First, I can’t be you. Not anymore. That world is long gone for me.

“You insult me for not taking a shot at the TV or Tag Titles. You disrespect me by saying I attack people because I’m afraid of coming up short. You say the belt HAS to define you… you HAVE to be consumed.

“Really, First? Let me ask you a question?

“Who the f*ck are you to tell me how things have to be?

“Did you invent this f*cking sport? Is this the First Wrestling Federation? Do you sign my f*cking paychecks? So how the f*ck are you gonna sit back and tell me what it takes to be a champion after you popped your f*cking cherry? You’re like some prom night virgin tellin’ f*cking Jenna Jameson how to grind like a porn star. Yeah, I f*cking get it, man, I know this is a shock to you, but I’ve f*cking been there.

“I want to be mad at you, First. I want to react to the way you tell me I’m on a trail going nowhere, how I am nothing more than a cult legend, an oddity… a man who missed a fleeting shot at greatness.

“I should be mad, First.

“But in a way, I pity you. Because you’re just like the others. You bought into the story hook, line, and sinker. They told you what to want. They told you who to be. And you were that. And you let it define you. They said win the belt, it will make you matter. And you did. And now you do.

“And now you’re just another arrogant little pr*ck who views himself as a God among men. Who lords his title over the peasant as proof that he’s God’s greatest gift to the f*cking wrestling ring.

“How lovely for us all to be graced with your presence, my Lord.

“Well you know what legacy I want, First? You know how I want to be remembered?

“Not as the greatest. Not as someone who thought he was hot f*cking sh*t and would stab their own mother to get a piece of gold.

“I wanna be the guy who takes the arrogant little pr*cks and kicks them in the f*cking teeth. I wanna be the guy who reminds you that all the desire and all the ability and all the superlatives in the world don’t mean sh*t. You’re just a man.

“And a man can lose on any given night. Even to a nobody like me.

“So go ahead. Tell me again how f*cking wonderful you are. Tell me how badly you want it and how I can’t match your desire and how I’m afraid my ability can’t measure up. Tell me how I’ll never be you. How I’m just a never-was. An also-ran.

“I’ve heard it all before, First. And I’ll hear it all again.

“Times change, my friend. But arrogant little pr*cks like you… well… you’re always the same.

“But if it makes you feel any better… it makes what I do all the more justified.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

(FADEOUT to a wide smile.)
 
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(FADEIN: The First now standing in front of the Gulu-Gulu Café. His custom Ankh belt EPW World Title over his shoulder, still wearing the same outfit as before only now he has on a Red Sox hat. Muse stands next to him.)

FIRST: I’m uncreative Anarky? Unoriginal? You know what’s unoriginal Anarky? The truth…It’s simple it cuts to the chase and it doesn’t change much, things are as they are and to call a spade a spade, well it’s pretty easy really.

See being from around here, you got real sick of Yankees fans throwing 1918 in your face, it wasn’t a creative comment, lord knows it wasn’t the least bit original, but it was the truth, we hadn’t won a damn thing in over 80 years.

Then the Sox won the title, and everything changed, 1918, gone, forgotten…That’s how things change Anarky, you finally DO something to make it change.

You don’t want people to call you a mid-carder, to laugh at your career of going nowhere and doing nothing? BEAT ME Anarky, then it all goes away they’ll have to come up with new and original insults for you, because the old insults won’t fit.

But the problem with you Anarky is you’re so wrong on so many levels…You say that I’m a fool, duped by society into placing value in victories…That you’re a visionary a rebel who sees through such cheap and meaningless things as belts and titles, awards and championships.

It’s an attitude you can use when you’re doing what you normally do, which is carve up talentless journeymen wrestlers and make the crowd shudder with horror at your inhuman will to suffer and inflict pain, but once you start fighting for the big stakes…People start to ask questions Anarky…Why haven’t you done it before? What has been holding you back?

Those are the questions Anarky, and you can scoff and say nothing’s held you back but your own hubris, nothing’s kept you from winning any belt, much less this belt (Pats belt) in EPW besides your own lack of caring to do so. That’s the thing Anarky, is that when it comes right down to it…I don’t believe you…

I don’t think you’re good enough to beat me…That motivate you Anarky? That upset you that yet another punk is claiming he’s better than you? I it does, I hope it motivates you to give a damn and to try to win this match…Because I want a fight…I want a war Anarky, I want a match that folks will be telling their grandkids about…

Because the last thing I need is for you to show up and just get thrashed because your heart wasn’t into this, because you just didn’t feel like being World Champion…I want greatness, and to get it, I need an opponent who aspires to be great too…So for once in your miserable career Anarky, just try to be worth something…

MUSE: Anarky, sweetie, look I know First wants to make out with me, and maybe I’ll let him someday, and if he’s really lucky…I’ll even let him play with my boobs…(Winks.)

(First smirks at Muse, who grabs her boobs in response. First gives the camera a “See what I’m dealing with” look and goes back to talking.)

FIRST: You say we are men Anarky…There you are also wrong, we’re spirits, existing however fleetingly in these bodies, but beyond that…You and I and those like us who enter the arena to do battle, we can become legends….We transcend this life and become something more…We are the ones that people argue over on internet forums and sports talk shows…We’re the ones who get measured up against the previous generation and make the next generation chase after us….

That chance is without our grasp Anarky and I seek to close both my hands upon it and hold onto it tightly, you…You would embrace it if it didn’t mean you would be late for closing time at your bar because you really want to count that day’s receipts because you’re sure that new guy you hired is skimming money off you.

I’m not telling you how things have to be Anarky…I’m just telling you how they are? It’s not First Wrestling Federation? (Smiles) Cameron Cruise and Jared Wells stumbled drunk into the arena the show after I won this belt to complain about me being champ…Stalker’s every other word is my name, the former champ who so enjoys whining about me name dropping him, now can’t stop name dropping me…

This company DOES revolve around me Anarky, because I have the belt, and that’s how these things work. Not telling you how it has to be, telling you how it is…You want to change it, man up for once in your life and win an important match, knock me off the mountain top and prove all your critics wrong, show everyone you have it in you to be the man in this company…

(Smiles)

But the problem is that’s too much work for you Anarky…You can’t be bothered with such stupid things as winning, and success, having a legacy, and fame…All you want is to punch people in the head and then go home and get drunk…All this tough talking stuff just makes you angry, because you hate hearing all the talk…You hate dealing with a guy like me telling you how I’m going to beat you…

Well at Unleashed, you’re going to hate something else, you’re going to hate the fact that I can back up all this talk, that I’m going to show you why I’m EPW World Champion, that you’ll see you have to want this as bad as I do to even come close to beating me…You’re going to learn that victory isn’t just a goal of mine, but my obsession…And I will beat you Anarky…

See, that’s the question I have about you Anarky, what would defeat do to you? Hell my career has been defined more by defeat then it has been victory, but I’ve always gotten up, always kept fighting, I never stopped, I never will stop…This is what I’m all about, trying to hold this piece of metal and leather that you look down your nose at, vying to be the best in this industry…

You…I beat you…You’ll go cut up the loser of the Donovan/Brown match or Aaron Jones, or Kenny Lombardo…You’ll wrestle here and there, whoever Dan Ryan puts in front of you…They’ll talk some sh*t and that’ll make you sad…You’ll make them bleed, and that’ll make you happy…And the cycle will repeat itself…

And you’ll go nowhere and get nowhere…Because you’re not Anarky…You’re Apathy…

And you’ll never be anything but a loser…

(FADEOUT)
 

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(FADEIN to a derelict park somewhere in Bridgeport, Connecticut. A broken-down playground has been left in disrepair. A slide lies toppled over and twisted in a heap of rusted metal. Swingless chains hang from a former swingset. Anarky sits on a nearby rock, surveying the scene, smoking a cigarette.)

ANARKY: “Truth is a funny thing. Man thinks he can hold it… grasp it… understand it. We talk about it like it’s so real… like you can almost taste it… we hold these truths to be self-evident, we built our country on it…

“But the fact is, First… there are no self-evident truths. Not all men are created equal. There is no Creator to bestow us our rights. We are all swimming in an ocean of chaos and we desperately seek order to comfort us. To soothe our fractured minds.

“Look at you… desperately clinging to truths so this all fits your little narrative. The story you’ve so pathetically wound together. It all starts with you being a child of Destiny, to become a legend. And you go on and you struggle and you make a Nemesis in Stevens, and eventually, after all the hard work and training and believing in yourself, you finally win, and the crowd goes wild, and the sun sets, and the credits roll and…

“… and that’s just now how the story ends, First. Because the credits never roll in life until you’re six fit under, and any legacy you write will be sh*t on within a century. Kids today, they don’t give a f*ck about Frank Sinatra or Audrey Hepburn. And you, my friend, are no Frank Sinatra.

“You imagine a world where we are lawyers in front of a jury, and we present the facts, and then the jury decide who’s right and who’s wrong and the verdict gets handed down and that’s that. That’s your truth.

“But it’s not THE truth, First. It’s just your version.

“In your version, the Red Sox triumphed over the Yankees in 2004 and finally put it all to rest and now we all live in a world where Yankees fans have the utmost regard and esteem for Red Sox fans because, finally, the Sox proved they could do it.

“Something about this story seem a little… fishy.. to you, First?

“See, it doesn’t matter if you win a Series… a Yanks fan is always gonna be an obnoxious little pr*ck, and it doesn’t matter if you win a Title, cause Sean Stevens is always gonna make excuses about why he’s better than you, and it doesn’t matter if I beat you, cause you’ll have some reason why I’m still a nobody who doesn’t deserve it.

“That’s how this business works, First.”

(He smirks and gets up and walks around, surveying the scene before him.)

ANARKY: “I come to places like this to remind me… not just of where I came from, First, but of how f*cking eternally lucky I am to have escaped at all. Not many do. And this is supposed to be a rich state of yuppies. Sh*t, in the f*ckin’ South, I’d have probably died in some trailer park makin’ meth out of Sudafed.

“You think I want people to stop calling me a mid-carder, First. Why? What the f*ck do I care what people call me? You seem to stuck on this. That I’m oh-so-f*cking concerned what the dregs of EPW think of my career.

“Guess what, buddy. It doesn’t matter what you think. I know what I’ve done for this business, year in and year out. I know the blood, sweat, and tears I’ve left behind. I got nothin’ to prove to you or anybody else.

“But y’know what really pisses me off, First? Y’know what drives me up a f*cking wall?

“You could sit here and call me a no-talent hack and a mid-carder and a punk who couldn’t get it done on the big stage and I wouldn’t lost a second of sleep on that sh*t cause I know you’re full of sh*t and it don’t make a difference to me one way or the other what you believe.

“But you have the f*cking audacity to put words into MY mouth, to tell me what *I* want, to explain to the world how *I* think.

“You talk about how I don’t want people to call me a mid-carder. About how I think I’m some kind of visionary or rebel or that I’m above titles.

“I never said any of those f*cking things. But that’s just how you are… that’s how everybody is. You ain’t hearin’ the words I’m sayin, you’re just hearin’ what you wanna hear.

“No matter how hard I try, First, I can’t make you understand. I can’t make you see what it’s like to do this for 15 years. I can’t make you see how silly it is to have you tell me I’m nothing but a loser, how laughably ineffective your childish insults are to me…

“I can’t make you see that simply winning titles doesn’t have the same glamour it once did to me. How you have to make your own peace in this business. How you have to define success in your own terms.

“I can’t tell you how little I care who is talking about what I’ve done. Or how much I give a f*ck about TV ratings or t-shirt sales or any of that other sh*t.

“No, First… I had to find something else. Something to push me. Something to motivate myself to care about.

“And I realized something… something beautiful and tragic about this sport… about all of us, together…

“You see, we’re all connected… we’re all afraid of failure, afraid to admit that we’re weak, that we’re human, mortal… that we are not the Gods we pretend to be… that in a moment of fallibility, we can come up short…

“Because we have tied everything to success… we have lied and lied and lied some more… and we are making things worse.

“Is it so wrong to be human, First? Is it wrong to admit that on any given night, anything can happen? One bad night… one bad case of the flu.. one slip on the top rope, one mistaken suplex, it can all be over in a flash…

“And therein lies something for me, First. This is where I found my peace… in between the lies. I found my own Truth.

“I know I’m human. I know I f*ck up. I ain’t pretendin’ to be the best. I ain’t even pretendin’ that on any given night, I deserve to be the winner.

“But I can be the harbinger of truth, First… I can be the one who shows you the light. Not the light as Copycat or Stevens see it. But the cold, hard, truth.

“You aren’t a God. You aren’t infallible. You are just a man. A man that can be beaten. A man that is only three seconds away from losing everything.

“You’re just a grain of sand in an endless beach, a nothing floating in nothingness… you want so desperately to matter, to know that you changed something…

“Well if it makes you feel any better, First… right here, right now, you are alive, and you are lucky, and you have a small peace of metal around your waist which says that you are worth more than the meat popsicle standing next to you.

“For that, I congratulate you.

“But like all things, First… it is temporary. It was not meant to last. Everything decays… everyone forgets, in the end...

“Enjoy it while it lasts, First. Cause it never lasts. Trust me.

“It’s the truth. Or at least, the truth as I know it.”

(FADEOUT.)
 

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(FADEIN: The First, now somewhere in the back of the Bridgestone arena, he is in his ring gear, a black “Outcast Hero” wifebeater, black gi pants, ring boots, face painted white with a black raccoon stripe across his eyes and an ankh on his right cheek. “Like a G6” by Far East Movement plays in the background.)

FIRST: I hear what I want to hear out of you Anarky? Couldn’t be further from the truth, because what I wanted to hear out of you was a menacing, scary son of a b*tch who would tell me all about how I was going to enjoy having to swallow a good amount of teeth, a bunch of blood, and suffer other horrible injuries to my person if I wanted to retain my World Title…I wanted to hear horror stories about the limbs you would damage, how my skull was to be concussed, how my career would be shortened by fighting such a depraved maniac who has no concern for his own well-being, so long as he gets to dish out a beating to his opponent…

I wanted to hear you tell me about how I’d be crying for mama, how I’d wish I was still living in the Dark Ages and suffering the effects of the Black Death…I wanted to have you tell me all about the new and inventive ways you were going to contort and maim my body, to make me feel pain I didn’t even know was humanly possible…

Failing that…I wanted to hear you talk about one last shot at glory, I wanted the story of a grizzled, battle tested veteran of the sport who’d fought all comers, won King of the Cage and now was going to try to get the brass ring, try to capture the EPW World Title that had eluded him his whole career…Maybe you would have been reflective about events, thought about the meaning of things and came to the decision that ‘screw it, it would be fun to win that belt’ or something to that effect, that maybe you came to like this whole ‘winning’ thing…

I wanted to hear a story about Anarky finally making it to the mountaintop and how that would be the cherry on what’s been a career you are so very proud of…That it would be a great moment in a career full of them…Hell, you could take over LeBron James role in that ad about what we want him to be when it comes to what I've been hearing from you...

Cause what I’ve gotten, Is a bitter, cynical old man who couldn’t give a damn about anything, you’re not an opponent, you’re a whining greybeard telling the kids to get off his lawn…

You tell me not to try to be a legend, because fame fades away…You explain that all the hard work in the world is meaningless, because you can slip on the ropes and bang your head on the canvas and then you’ll lose anyhow…You assure me not to be happy about the Red Sox winning anything, because Yankees fans will always be jerks…

Everything sucks, don’t go to that new diner that opened it won’t be that good, no point in buying that new car, it’ll break down soon enough…I thought I was fighting Anarky, not Eeyore…

But here you are, complaining and lamenting away…About as welcome as playing “Everyone Hurts” at Prom Night…You truly are a miserable bastard Anarky…

Perhaps that’s your goal, to make me just as bitter and pathetic as you are...To fill with me with as much despair as you have…Thing is Anarky, you have your truth, and I have mine, and in some places, we connect…You are right, there is no Creator and we’re not all equal, we’re not all part of some grand cosmic plan, when we die we don’t stand before an old white man who sits on a throne and has a scale that judges our souls wanting or worthy…But the rest of it…You’re so lost on…

Us, who we are on this earth, is thrill seekers, souls tired of living in a pool of nothing, seeking an outlet, a new way to interact with the universe and each other…We are explorers, and adventurers…Even the most pedestrian of lives here is far different and unique compared to existence in The Spiral…

There is no reason to be here other than the reasons you give yourself…I see to be famous, I seek to be remembered, is this a worthy goal? Is it a goal that can even be obtained? Doesn’t much matter, because it’s MY goal…My reason to be on this planet…Will I even remember myself when I come here again? Maybe, maybe not, but I for one will embrace this challenge, I for one will revel in this experience…

Unlike you, who sit there with only contempt for everything, who sees everyone’s hopes and dreams as the foolish rantings of idiots and fool…You who knows so much better than everyone else about the nature of things.

I think about you and your attitude…I think about how you long for me to talk about the whole “Anything can happen” nature of things, and I see the defeatism oozing out of you…How when I do win, it’ll just be because some break went my way, that I just got lucky, that you didn’t do anything really wrong, but it’s just the way of the sport and these things happen.

I wonder how you can talk the way you do and still present yourself a s a serious threat to my World Title, and then I see you smoking…And I just laugh…Because truly you’ve committed yourself fully to this sport if you’re still blackening your lungs after all these years, because who wouldn’t want to be sucking wind in the late stages of a Main Event at Unleashed fighting for the EPW World Title? Who wouldn’t want to damage their cardio so that in the moment of truth, they can’t get to their feet because they just can’t breathe anymore...

I changed everything in my life, my diet, my sleep cycle, my workouts, all for the purpose of making myself better at wrestling, all so I could be the best in this sport…And I see a bitter old man like you telling me it’s not worth it, while he’s poisoning himself on camera….(Shakes head) the differences between us Anarky are great…And you’ll figure out why I’m the EPW World Champion at Unleashed…

Because from the way you talk, and the way you act, I know you don’t truly want this…This is a chore, a waste of your time, something you don’t have any desire to put in the effort needed to get the job done…When the chips are down in that ring, when we’re both fighting against the pain and agony in our bodies…One of us will want to keep getting up…And one of us will know it’s not worth the trouble…

So hit that ring at Unleashed Anarky, slap me around a bit, dish out the beating you want to give me, show me how rough and tumble you are…And when you’ve thrown all you have at me, and I’m still in there, and I fight back, you can go quietly into that good night, knowing you did all you were capable of…And now you can go back to that bar, go back to your quiet life of telling the patrons of your business that the wrestling business isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…

And when you finally do heed your own advice and retire, finally do decide to call it a career because everything is so pointless and pathetic, rest assured this sport will be better off without you, and if I can help send you off into the sunset, I’ll be more than happy to do so….Everyone’s out to save this company from everyone else Anarky…But me…I’m the one does what he says he’ll do…I said I’ll be champ…and I’m the champ…

I say I’m going to beat you…And I will beat you…

(FADEOUT)
 

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(FADEIN to the streets of Nashville, Tennessee, outside the Grand Ole Opry. Anarky is slowly walking down the street, as people pass by. He seems almost lost in thought before he speaks and the camera follows him.)

ANARKY: “Maybe I’m the one to blame here. I admit… it isn’t easy to find clarity, much less to speak with it. And let’s face it… I ain’t exactly f*ckin’ Stephen King here. I mostly spent my time lettin’ my fists do the talkin’.

“Yet… I can’t help but feel that ain’t exactly right, either. Cause in the end, it seems, we’re always findin’ ourselves in the same argument, sayin’ the same things… I always find myself asking the same question.

“Who am I supposed to be?”

(He stops and contemplates this a minute before he moves on.)

ANARKY: “If The First had his way, I’d be sitting here, threatening to bathe in his blood and maim his internal organs… I’d be the ill-tempered maniac we’ve all come to know and love.

“Or maybe I’d be the grizzled veteran who looked back at his career and his glory and wanted one last chance to relive it and be on top. Or finally making it to the mountaintop, whatever that means.

“This is the Anarky that First approves of… the one he wants to fight.

“But what kind of man does First perceive before him?

“First sees a man who doesn’t care at all. A man who thinks that trying is the first step to failing. A man who would rather complain than do anything…

“A man who apparently doesn’t understand the dangers of smoking, but, luckily, has someone smart and reasonable like First to lecture him about it. A man who cares so little about his own career that he won’t even consider the optimal amount of cardiovascular health required to beat someone as deeply committed and serious as The First. EPW’s Greatest Champion. Legend among legends. God among mortals and peasants.”

(He stops and lights up a cigarette. He takes a long drag and breaths out and coughs a little, but still seems immensely gratified. He stops at the waterfront and gazes out ahead of him.)

ANARKY: “I’m sorry, First, that I can’t be what you want me to be. What you NEED me to be. Because if I was that, I’d still only be something for you to use…

“I am The Other. Not a real human being. Not a man who has his own vision, his own dreams, his own perception of reality. None of these things matter to you.

“I am merely here to reflect your glory. To give you another hard-earned notch in your belt. To define you and your destiny. In the end, it isn’t really about me… I’m just a placeholder, an obstacle, something you’ll reflect upon in your autobiography about becoming the greatest champion of all-time.

“So it’s no wonder you misinterpret everything I say. I tell you that the seeking of selfish glory and name recognition is a fool’s game, and you hear me saying people shouldn’t even try to win matches. I say that there are more important things to me than a piece of metal, and you hear that nothing matters at all.

“I have grown weary of your accusations, First.

“What kind of human being are you? I know what kind of person you’re pretending to be. But inside… inside, I’m not so sure, First. It seems to me that in the end, you’re just another pretender to the throne. In the end, it isn’t about EPW, it isn’t about a legacy, it’s about you. You, you, and more you.

“It’s about how many kids buy your t-shirts and how many other wrestlers are talking about you. It’s about how you made all the right decisions and I didn’t. It’s about how you are in ideal peak physical condition and I’m not. It’s about how you are the perfect union of desire and ability, and I, I am just a used up old rag to be thrown away.

“Are you supposed to be a role model, First? Is this your legacy? Me, me, me? You’re just the guy out there making every right decision, and everybody else is just trash not fit to wipe the dogsh*t off your shoes? And people cheer you? This is what we’ve settled on as our hero? This is who we want to be?

“I want more, First. I expect more.

“See, I have been to the brink… I have known the cold embrace of nihilism and I have felt the warm glow of thousands of people cheering your name. I have felt the sharp sting of criticism from columnists and the soft claps of my comrades as I won awards for my achievements.

“But this isn’t enough for me. These are small things for small-minded men. Men like you, I guess, First. I want to believe you are so much more, but in the end, you seem content to convince me of your foregone superiority.

“I might as well not even show up, right? Why even bother. I’m just a lung-damaged, can’t-even-try nobody who doesn’t even seem to want to win. Because clearly, if I wanted to win, I’d be out here, subscribing to the Anarky you approve of, the one who threatens to maim, or the one who talks about one last shot at glory, because this is who you think I should be.

“You see a man before you who doesn’t want to win. A man who has already given up. Even though I have come this far, even though I am the 2010 King of the Cage, even though I haven’t been pinned in who f*cking knows how long, even though I’m still going out there, night after night, bein’ who I am, not talking about it, not bragging about it, not claiming I’m something I’m not, but just bein’ somethin’ I can live with… that ain’t enough for First.

“You disregard me with the wave of your hand. I am not worthy of challenging you. I am incapable of dethroning you because it has already been written.

“But I have something you don’t, First. I have something you can’t touch, no matter how hard you try.

“I believe in something more. Something bigger than me. Something bigger than you. Something bigger than that title.

“I believe a Champion can be great without having to brag about it. I believe a man can achieve glory without making it his all-consuming desire. I think a man can desire victory, can achieve victory, even if he knows that not every night will be his night.

“I believe a great man isn’t the man who think he’s perfect, who can find flaws in his opponents, who can list the reasons why he’s in peak physical conditioning and why he deserves this or why, but the man who knows that we are all the same, that we are all connected, that we need each other…

“I look back and I don’t know about the path I’ve carved here. I know I’ve made mistakes. I know that at times, my rage, my hatred… it became something else, and it was misdirected.

“But sometimes I can’t help it. I can’t listen to people like you anymore, First. I’m so sick and tired of hearing about me, me, me. So weary of the egomania and the car salesmen.

“I know that’s how this business is, First. I know that you can’t help it. You think this is the only way. You have to convince yourself that you’re perfect or else you might falter, you might slip, you might fail.

“And therein lies the fundamental difference between you and I, First. Your entire life, your entire reality, is built upon his fabrication, this illusion… you cannot lose because winning defines you. The belt defines you. It is everything. And without it, you lose validation. You lose yourself.

“I… I am a man. I will be a man no matter what happens at Unleashed. And if you manage to pin these shoulders, then kudos to you, sir, obviously you’ve made the grade, you’re smoke- and drug-free, a real credit to the cause, a real proof that if you just assume you can’t be beaten, then you can’t be.

“But there is another possibility, First. I might just go out there and try. I’ve done it before, once or twice, you know. Actually won a few matches here and there, despite all the evidence to the contrary.

“What happens, then, first? What happens if it’s me… if my hand is raised… what if a Champion can be someone new… someone who knows there is more to victory than bravado and confidence… that there is more to glory than the name of the champion… that there is… an idea… of what a Champion can be.

“What if, First?

“Time is almost upon us now, my friend. And you are as confident as ever. You ARE going to beat me… you ARE going to beat me..

“In your mind, First… you’ve already won. In your reality, I am unfit. Incapable. A laughable threat.

“But here… here in the real world… where humans are flawed, where any mistake can be your last, where the guy who smokes a pack a day might just want it more than you think he does…

“… anything can happen.”

(FADEOUT.)
 

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