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| The scene opens up as Anarchist is sitting on a lawn chair in the pooring rain with lightning and thunder booming. He is up on an extremely high building with cars peeling rubber down below. The rain is peltering off of his leather jacket. He turns his head with rain dripping from his hair and looks towards the camera. He stands up and re-positions the chair so it is now facing the camera. He pats down his hair to make sure it's completely covering his face. Anarchist:Suicide, tomorrow night will be your last match. I took out not one wrestler Monday night, but two maybe three. Monday night Gangsta, and Hardcore Camo were laid out. I took them both out of action. Neither has a fight tomorrow. And if you noticed, neither does Matthews, your little bum-chum. Gangsta thought that we were boys or something at the beginning of our match. But I'll tell you something, don't trust me, don't trust your parents, don't trust the ref, don't trust anyone. Suicide, I pitty fool who messes with me. And Suicide, this Thursday you are that fool, whether you ment to be or not. It doesn't matter, you will meet the end of your career tomorrow night. Anarchist stand up and walks over to where the door leads to the stairs of the building. Above the door is a little legde to stop the rain. Anarchist walks over and goes under it to protect himself from the rain. He opens up a jacket and pulls out a cigar. He puts it in his mouth and lights it up. Beside the door is a little kooler. Anarchist then opens that up and grabs a beer. He takes a puff of his cigar and holds it in his mouth as he opens up his can of beer. He leans up against the wall and takes a few puffs from his cigar and a few sips from his beer. He looks over towards the camera and blows smoke at it. Anarchist:Suicide, I was defeated Monday. But that was after I defeated Gangsta and Hardcore Camo all my own. Matthews didn't do sh*t to make them lose. And still I'm wondering how Matthews got up after a powerbomb on the cement. But I had said that's what was going to happen. I told everyone that I was going to defeat Gangsta, and I told everyone that I was going to defeat Hardcore Camo, and I told everyone that Chris Matthews was going to pose a little problem. But I'll tell you right now, Suicide, and you Matthews, and everyone else, when you get back into action, Matthews, you will be my first target. Anarchist finishes his cigar and grabs the whole kooler and brings it next to a chair and then relaxes a little bit in his chair. Suddenly the door slams open and a big man wearing a red t-shirt is standing there. On the shirt reads SECURITY.The man has short black hair and a pair of black jeans. The man points to Anarchist and the camera. Security:You two little punks get the f*ck outta' here. The camera man begins to walk towards the door when Anarchist grabs the camera and pulls him back. Anarchist looks at the camera. Anarchist:We're not going anywhere. Anarchist stands up and walks over to the man. Anarchist says something into the man's ear and then a second later the man's face goes completly white as if he'd seen a ghost. The man's tone of voice is now very different. He sounds as if he is extremly nervous and suddenly his pants get a little darker in his "area". Since he is under the ledge no rain has gotten on him but somehow his pants are dripping wet. He looks at the camera and then back at Anarchist. Security:Yes, sir. I won't bother you again. And your right, I didn't see anything. See-ya. The security gaurd then ran down those stairs like his name was Carl Louis. Anarchist turns around and walks back to his chair. He throws himself into it and then puts his feet up on the kooler. Anarchist:I really don't have much more to say to a worthless peice of sh*t like you Suicide. Except for one thing, I hope you already made a will for your little sh*t kids. If you have any. But listen hear you no-good, little English hick. Your nothing but a peice of trash, and you know something I don't talk trash, I take it out. Some people may love me, many people will hate me, but all people must respect me! So, f*ck you, Suicide, you better be prepared for the beating of your life. The rain begins to lighten up a little bit as Anarchist opens up the kooler and gets another beer. He stands up and walks over to the door and spray paints an anarchy sign on it in red. The scene then fades away as police sirens sound and cars begin to sound like the are crashing. |
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