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| The scene opens up on a late night in an ally with cars driving by and police sirens sounding. Dogs are barking as a door slams open and a tall man begins to walk towards the camera in the shadows. He slowly turns around as a barking dog runs towards him. He calmly picks up a broken shovel that was placed in a trash can and calmly but forcefully slams it on the dog's head. The dog drops to the ground without making any noise. He turns back around and continues to walk towards the camera. He slowly walks and then opens up another door and walks in. The camera follows. Inside a light comes on and the man is leaning up against the wall in some shadows. Spray painted on the wall is the word "ANARCHIST." The man steps out of the shadows and he is none other then Anarchist. He walks over to a beam that holds the building up and leans against it. Anarchist:Tomorrow night, Hard-Kore will be no more. There will be no other worthy competition, not like Hard-Kore is. I am the best, I can not be defeated. Though I have been in the past it doesn't matter. If I fought Matthews one on one then I'm sure I could come out on top. And Suicide, well, never mind Suicide. Hard-Kore, tomorrow night your ass is mine! And no one else's is! I am going to beat you from ring post to ring post, from room to f*cking room! Hard-Kore I can't wait for tomorrow night. Just to step in the ring with your stank ass and beat you over the head with 'The Club' and then wo hold that belt up in the air, it's going to be very exciting. But I'm sorry to say that I'm sure you Hard-Kore will not be having this experience because you'll be laying in a smelly-ass hospital bed with a fat-ass lady rubbing you down. But that's the only lady that'll ever rub you down because after I'm done with you your face will be so distorted that nobody will ever recognize you again! Anarchist opens up his jacket and pulls out a cigar. He lights it up and takes a couple puffs and leans back up against the rusty beam. Anarchist:I really don't know what to say to you Hard-Kore but that you better be ready because you have no idea about the world you stepped into. I can't wait to get in that ring with you because you know, I know, and all the useless fans know that I am the one who is going to be the victor tomorrow. Remember Hard-Kore, you can be touched! Many will hate me, some will love me, but all will respect me! The scene fades out as Anarchist takes the cigar and puts it out on his tounge. |
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