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Dyson
Anarchist
The scene opens up as Anarchist is sitting on a stool at an empty bar room. The room is completley empty accept for Anarchist and a man mopping the floor. All the stools and chairs are on top of the tables accept for Anarchist. He looks over at the camera with a huge .40 ounce bottle of beer in his hand. He has a cigar in his other hand as he takes a quick swig from the bottle.

Anarchist:Tomorrow night I have a match, I have to fight some little wannabe Extreme Champion. But thats just it, he's a wannabe and I'm the real thing. He wants to be me, he wants what I have. His name, is Dyson. And sh*t I don't even know why he's getting a shot because I haven't seen too much out of this chump. He talks some and talks some more, and he can back it up against some jobbers but once he steps into the ring with the champ, he knows it, I know it, everyone f*cking knows that he's gonna' get his skull caved in tomorrow night. And some would say that that's a threat, but not me, I'll say it's a promise. Sh*t what have you actually done to deserve a title shot? Nothing. But that doesn't matter to me because I can kick anyones ass in a hardcore match, especially when I'm defending something that I own. And no I didn't go and buy the belt like those other fools or whatever. I earned it. Just like you Dyson. And if you win tomorrow night well, you obviously deserve it because your still gonna get the sh*t kicked out of you. Win or lose I'm not goin down without a struggle.

The man just finishes cleaning the floor as Anarchist stand up and drops his bottle right in fron of the tired man.

Anarchist:Dyson, I don't give a rat's ass about you, the fans, Mr. Swift, and even myself I don't care about anyone. Anyone that tries and stop, have fun because I know I will. Anyone who tries and stop me, your gonna get your ass kicked.

Anarchist walks over to the man takes his broom he lifts it high in the air and just as he is about to smash it over his head the door bursts open and in come a line of police officers with guns in the air. Officers quickly scan the room as they notice Anarchist and the man.

Police officer:Stop! We have a warrant for your arrest!

Anarchist doesn't even take a second look at the officers before running away quckly shots are fired but one hits the camera as the scene goes blank.
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