(FADEIN to the locker room in Dells, Wisconsin, where Anarky sits, his back to the camera, staring into the mirror. His facepaint is still on, and the baseball bat which he used to attack Maelstrom is sitting in his lap.)
ANARKY: "No sooner had I walked away... no sooner had I left Maelstrom in a crumpled heap in the center of the ring with his precious GLCW Heavyweight Title... does the word come down. Anarky versus Golden Hawk at the next Riptide. THREE MEN... will be receiving a title shot simultaneously at Maelstrom... while I... the Number One Contender to this very same title... is booked against Golden Hawk in Champaign, Illinois. How... very... lucky of me.
"Hawk, before you open your mouth and let me know how wrong I am about you again, don't make the mistake of thinking this has ANYTHING to do with YOU. You see, Hawk... unlike yourself... and unlike Morgan... and Manson... and Rabesque... I walked into the that ring... that very same ring which is covered in Maelstrom's blood right now... and I conquered seven of the VERY BEST in that ring. And I walked away as the Number One Contender. Not Manson. Not Jean. Not Morgan.
"Which leaves us with more questions. Why, exactly, did I even bother? Apparently, EARNING a title shot means NOTHING. Because everyone and their <BLEEP>ING GRANDMOTHER has already gotten a shot."
(He proceeds to laugh, his voice echoing throughout the small room. Slowly, his laugher dies away and his eyes stare into the mirror, back at the camera. His lips tighten in anger... )
ANARKY: "But my time is coming, Hawk. You can't stop it. Maelstrom can't stop it. Krusher can't stop it. Even I can't stop it.
"Which brings us to you and I, Hawk. You see, Hawk... despite the fact that you have yet to EARN your way here in GLCW, Krusher sees fit to give you another shot at me. But THIS time, it's just you and I. No Manson... no Minion... no Southern Thunder."
(His lips stretch out into a broad smile, the overhead light barely illuminating the skull facepaint he wears... )
ANARKY: "Golden Hawk... I am going to enjoy this. Nothing... and I mean NOTHING... fulfills me more than destroying annoying little frauds such as yourself. I know you don't think you're a fraud, but nobody ever does, Hawk. Doesn't make 'em innocent. Doesn't mean that they SHOULDN'T BE PUNISHED, DOES IT?!
"No, Hawk... you have to pay for your sins, just as Maelstrom will have to pay over and over again for his. You call me an elitist, and then you tell me that you've got what it takes to do what others couldn't. How utterly... modest... of you.
"You've studied the tapes, Hawk? You've got the whole goddamned scouting report in front of you, right? What, am I supposed to be impressed? You know which punches I can take and which punches I can't? (Snickers.) You're right, Hawk. Before you, nobody knew HOW to punch me. They were JUST DOING IT WRONG.
"Hawk... every time you open your mouth, I can't help but wonder if you even understand what you're saying. Or if you even care. You think that I have to assume that you're an idiot because you're from Texas? Nah, Hawk, you do PLENTY to prove that with your false logic and presumptuous notions.
"I know what you think, Hawk. You think... I can't put a DENT... in that armor of yours. You think... that I'm incapable... of ending your career. Well maybe you're right, Hawk. Maybe you're invincible. Maybe... maybe I've been misinterpreting your entire SCHTICK, Hawk. Maybe you aren't all talk. Maybe... maybe you're some kind of superhuman. Maybe you really CAN turn into a tornado and hurl me hundreds of feet to my death."
(He laughs again, throwing his head back, and then he stands up, grabbing the chair he was standing on, and launching it into the mirror, which shatters into a thousand pieces. He turns back and stares into the camera, breathing heavily.)
ANARKY: "Or maybe... you're just a man. Maybe you're just like me. Maybe you do have weaknesses... just like everyone else.
"We're going to find out, Hawk. We'll find out if you're a MAN... or if you're just a little BOY... who thinks he's a man. Either way, Hawk... we're going to find the truth. And you aren't going to like the truth, Hawk.
(FADEIN: GOLDEN HAWK standing in the center of an empty ring - inside an empty arena. He's wearing a 'Mean Green' #00 North Texas Eagles football Jersey, blue jeans and brown leather cowboy boots. He's pacing around the ring...nodding in approval to himself, but his mouth tightly curled up. He stops briefly, brushes his hair back with his hand and lets out a wide smile.)
"Y'know, if wrestlin' was about philosophy - come next Riptide, I'd be in alot of trouble..."
(HAWK turns towards the camera, does a neck roll - a more serious look on his face now...)
"But, the thing is 'Nark - it's all about who hits HARDEST and who hits LAST."
(HAWK turns his head and spits)
"For someone that's claimed that I don't listen, maybe you should take some of yer own advice. I've been in this business for ten years, 'Nark - don't think I haven't seen some depressing, bloodlusting miserable creature such as yourself before. I may have wrestled in Texas, 'Nark - just don't mistake it for fu(bleep!)in' Guam. I've seen your kind, I know your kind, I've beaten your kind, I've lost to your kind - but never, EVER have I been STOPPED by your kind."
"I've had men for TEN years try and END my career as you so easily roll the statement off your sour-pussed tongue. So, if it gets you off that I don't BELIEVE everything I hear when it comes to that - than that's your thing. I came to the Great Lakes in hopes of finding tougher competition, so I'm fully lookin' forward to this match and seein' if the 'myth' around the Kaos Kid is for REAL..."
Bring your A-game, I'll bring mine. Bring your friends, and just like in Wisconsin - I'll fight y'all at the same time 'cause that's just what I LIKE to do, that's MY thing. If that's what makes me a fraud, whatever..."
(HAWK slits his eyes, nodding in approval)
"At least I don't walk around holdin' a metal bat 'cause I don't have a big enough dick to do my dirty work with my own two hands..."
(HAWK smirks, turns his head and spits...)
"Yeah, you're real tough 'Nark. Well c'mon kid, hit me with that. Just don't be surprised at the thank you note...yeah, I got my weaknesses, 'Nark - I'm not Superman. I'm not the Green Goblin, but you're not The Riddler either, so don't think that just 'cause that you're walkin' around with a Louisville Slugger that makes you any more diabolical, deviant or intelligent than the scum you hang with. We've all thought of taking shortcuts, 'Nark - doesn't mean you're any smarter. Doesn't mean you're any dumber. All it means is that you get no pleasure of doin' your job the right way, or the wrong way - as long as it gets done. Yeah, I don't need to watch any tapes to know that...and I don't need to watch any tapes to know that any punch you've felt hasn't been MINE."
(HAWK takes a few steps towards the camera...)
"While you might be able to shatter bedroom furniture, shattering a 280 lb. freight train comin' full speed ain't as easy...unless you bring that bat, which would make one of us the little fraud here...so, I'm hopin' you're not just hot air on that account...then again, in ten years I have seen THAT...and sent them runnin' with their tails between their legs, when they were shocked to find out I'd come back for more..."
(The camera takes a CLOSEUP look, now - Hawk's grizzled, expressionless face staring into the camera...)
"As for the 'truth' and that philosphical bull(bleep!). Fact is, I don't lie nor expect to be lied to 'cause I like to know what I'm gettin' straight up from whatever dealings I've got goin' on. And I'll tell you MY opinion of the truth, right here and right now..."
"There is no way you're coming CLOSE to ending my career at Riptide. And there ain't no way that on your OWN merits you can WIN this match. Bring your A-game, bring your B-list buddies - it doesn't matter, 'Nark. Fact is, you ain't tough enough to go toe to toe with this Texan all night long. Fact is, you don't want to go toe to toe with this Texan 'cause of that title shot you're gettin' at the Pay Per View. Watch where your walkin', Nark - you're mistaking stepping stones for roadblocks..."
(HAWK turns his head and spits, his eyes return to the camera - focused and slightly slitted...)
"Nothin' like a stalemate, 'Nark. I don't think you've got what it takes, you don't think I've got what it takes. But y'know what? We're gonna find out at Riptide, kid..."
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-21-03 AT 07:27 PM (EST)](FADEIN to the very same empty arena in which Golden Hawk cut his last interview. Except now, the lights have gone down, and the place is as quiet as a mortuary. The camera pans up to the seats, where Anarky sits, way up in the nosebleed sections, smoking a cigarette. Soft moonlight comes into the window and gives us his silhouette, and nothing else.)
ANARKY: "Ah, yes, Hawk... I'm pleased that you've finally taken the time out of your busy training regimen in order to address a pissant such as myself. I mean, sure, guys like me just sit around all day and luck our way into successful ten year careers. You, though? You gotta earn it the hard way. Poor bastard.
"You speak pretty well for a Texan, Hawk. Maybe you oughtta give Dubya a call. He could use a few pointers. But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?
"Hawk... the reason you are a fraud... has NOTHING to do with doing things the... RIGHT way. Or at least, not directly. You see, Hawk... your sin is the same as Maelstrom's. You push your own morality on others. You seem to have this... notion... that just because you bend the rules a LITTLE... that it's okay. A closed hand punch here, a choke there, a little tights pulling here. No big deal, right?
"Yet... when *I* go ahead and break the rules by bringing in a baseball bat, well, I'm just WEAK. I get it now, Hawk. But the problem is... your morality has no place here. You want to fool the world into thinking that you're a GOOD person? Please, Hawk. You hurt people for a living. What's good about that? You wanna sugar-coat it? Go right ahead. Don't mean a damn thing.
"Now Hawk... you seem to think that you've pretty much seen it all in your ten years. But for someone who's supposedly been around so long, you somehow missed a hell of a lot. You've seen and beaten people like me, Hawk? Where? Who are these people you keep talking about? You say you've wrestled for ten years, but so far as I can tell, you haven't beaten anyone I'VE ever heard about. So I'm left with two possibilities, Hawk. Either Texas is home to the most insanely talented wrestling pool ever filled with guys who make me look tame...
"... or you're just talking out or your ass. And y'know what, Hawk? It don't mean a damned thing one way or another. 'Cause when you enter GLCW... you start with the same record as everyone else. Zero and zero. Got that? I didn't walk in saying that because I'm a former so and so World Champion that I deserve a shot. Nope. I said I deserved a shot because EVERYONE, INCLUDING the CHAMP, KNEW IT. The moment I walked into this place, it changed. You don't have to believe it, Hawk. You're here, ain'tcha? If I ain't nothin' compared to what you've already seen, what's the point? Or maybe, just MAYBE, the talent here in GLCW truly IS the best YOU'VE ever stepped into the ring with.
"Now Hawk... let me get back to my original point. Your problem lies in two areas. One... you seem to think that doing things the RIGHT way, or, as it should be called, the WINNING way, makes you a better person. Because anyone who cheats and doesn't get caught did it the right way. They did the very best they could within the rules. What else do you want? Angels to come down and serenade us?
"But your other problem, Hawk... is that you've closed yourself off to possibilities. You actually think it's IMPOSSIBLE for me to end your career. What makes you so sure, Hawk? What if it's worth it to me to ruin my career to wreck yours? What if I just run you over with a car? A truck? A tank? Will you get back up? Will that 280 POUND FREIGHT TRAIN KEEP FLYIN' DOWN THE TRACKS?!
"Hawk, I'm gonna level with you. I ain't gonna end your career. And I ain't gonna end anyone else's, either. If I did that... not only would I be out of a job, but I'd be out of the very thing which I need. The very thing which fuels my raging addiction every day. I would have no one to hurt... no one to scream out... no one to cry in agony's sweet caress.
"But Hawk.. the underlying principle remains true. Anything... is.... possible. You are not infallible. Neither am I. You could die tomorrow. You could never lose again. We have no way of knowing each man's destiny."
(He stops and puts out his cigarette. He stands up and flips a switch, and he lights click on, loudly, set by set, until the entire arena is filled with light.)
ANARKY: "Golden Hawk... I am not going to hit you with a Louisville Slugger. I am not going to bring the Gentlemen of Dignity with me. Because I won't need them. You see, unlike you, I don't have anything to prove here. I'm not TRYING to be a better person. I have my own goal, which you are incapable of understanding. I seek only The Truth. And I will spread The Truth whether you like it or not.
"And what is The Truth, Hawk? The Truth... is that I am as dangerous as I want to be. I can knock you out with a baseball bat or my bare hands. I can beat you down with the G.O.D. or I can fight you tooth and nail for an hour, scratching and clawing my way to victory.
"You talk a good game, Hawk. But that's all we've seen so far from you. You've been around ten years? <BLEEP> it. Nobody cares. Means nothing now. The past is the past. It ain't gonna help you now. You think that barely losing to Manson makes you unique? Get in line, pal. You guys can start a club. It's called... I Almost Beat Manson Except. You guys just fill in the blank at the end. You don't think I'm tough? You think the myth of the... Kaos Kid is bull<BLEEP>? Well maybe it is and maybe it ain't, but I sure as hell ain't gonna back down 'cause you throw around freight train analogies like it's your job."
(He gets up and walks down the stairs quickly. A few seconds later, he's at the bottom, and he slides into the ring. He paces around for a few moments and then turns back to the camera, grinning wildly.)
ANARKY: "Hawk... I have no fear. I have no dreams, no nightmares. I have no aspirations, and no regrets. I have no hope and no despair. I have no family and no loneliness. I feel nothing until the moment I walk into this ring. The moment when I cam reborn... into something greater. Something vicious. Something real... among the illusions.
"So go ahead and spout off your GOOD AS GOLD... because your catch phrases and Texas accent fall like pebbles upon the mountain that is my disease. And my disease is spreading, one victim at a time.
"Who's next, Hawk? You or me?
"The answer doesn't matter, Hawk. Just like everything else."
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-22-03 AT 04:17 PM (EST)](FADEIN: GOLDEN HAWK...same setup as before...he's looking out to the moonlight coming in through the windows, smirking...)
HAWK: "You can hide in the shadows all you want, 'Nark. At Riptide, the spotlight's gonna be shinin' the WHOLE time and we'll find out all the answers we need..."
(HAWK starts pacing around the ring...)
"Now, I don't know where the hell you got that I'm pushin' my morality on others - fact is, I don't give a damn how you go about your business until it directly affects MYSELF. 'Nark, I don't care if you split heads open with a hatchet - just not on MY watch, if you catch my drift."
"I don't like to preach to the choir...I don't need to enlighten the world about the cheaters in this sport and how they run it into the ground. For 10 years, I've just cut through the bull(bleep!) and let my actions do my talkin'. You need a list of names, 'Nark? You need proof? Take a damn Greyhound to Austin and find out for yourself. I'm sure either you or your brethren can make a real funny piece out of the situation. Its not like I've heard of anyone YOU'VE beaten, but I wasn't gonna play that card 'cause I thought it was too easy...there's thousands of wrestling federations on the planet, 'Nark - sorry to burst your bubble, but you're not at the CENTER of 'em, so sorry if I didn't even hear of YOU before I got here."
(HAWK grabs the ropes, looking out into the rafters...)
"The reason I'm here isn't because the Great Lakes HAS the greatest wrestlers, it's 'cause I'm in SEARCH of them. Yeah, I almost beat Michael Manson - I let my focus down for one second, 'Nark and I lost that match. Fool me once, shame on you. But I ain't gonna get fooled twice. And if that's the 'best' this league has to offer, I doubt it'll take long for me to accomplish the goals I've set."
(HAWK spits out of the ring, paces back to the middle of the ring)
"'Nark, I want you to try and HURT me. I want to see the BEST you've got. The fact that Jonathan Marx ringing a bell was the best Manson had doesn't exactly make me do flips about the competition here. If you've got something better than that...well, hell I'm EXCITED to see it 'cause like I said - I'm in search of the best and I wouldn't want to be let down by ANOTHER myth here."
(HAWK walks closer up to the camera)
"I never claimed to fight the absolute 'right' way, 'Nark. I just claimed to use my own hands to get the job DONE. Comparing closed fists to a baseball bat is like comparin' hand grenades to heat-seeking missiles, so I hope you don't mind that I'm still laughin' that you need a freakin' baseball bat to hurt someone BADLY. We'll see what your two hands can do at Riptide, after all - anything is possible. Such as yourself takin' a ride on the Gold Rush Express."
(HAWK smirks, then turns his head and spits out of the ring)
"You've got nothing, you have nothing and you want nothing, but the truth to be known. And after all that...nothing matters anyway."
(HAWK nods a little disappointedly, but keeps his smirk nonetheless)
"Kinda just makes things redundant, huh? Well, 'Nark I'm glad I'll be apart of your rebirth at Riptide. I wouldn't want any illusions about what to expect, either. But as long as you've got nothing to prove...as long as you're not trying to be a better person, I've got you right where I WANT you, kid."
(HAWK closes in on the camera...)
"I'm always lookin' to prove that I'm the BEST at what I do. And I'm always trying to be the better MAN in doing so. You can't hide in your little bubble, forever. Sooner or later, your pride will be put on the line. And who knows, since anything is possible - maybe I'm the man that's due to shove it down your throat."
"Bring the disease, 'Nark..."
"Bring the muthafu(bleep!)in' pain..."
"'Cause it ain't gonna be about who's next...it's gonna be about who's standing LAST...and I bet y'know what that is, kid..."
(FADEIN to the quiet sounds of a park that could be a park anywhere in the US... the sun is shining brightly and laughter and yelling can be heard everywhere. Anarky is sitting on a bench on a small river, watching the people across from him: a couple throwing frisbee; a man walking his dog; a couple of kids screaming wildly. He doesn't move for what seems like a long time before speaking.)
ANARKY: "I... have very few joys in my life. It would seem, that from the day I was born, I was... cursed... to suffer. I never understood people. They grow up, they live their tiny, insignificant little lives, going to work all day, just praying to live long enough to see retirement. And then, when you're old, you can finally just stop moving and watch your garden grow all day long. By the time... that you can do what you want... you just want to die.
"I don't suppose you understand that, Hawk. I'm sure that to you, life is a big challenge. You're just going on your journeys around the world, wrestling people to see who's the toughest... or the baddest... or the strongest. Trying to prove something to the world. I do... vaguely... understand this. Yet... it eludes me.
"You want to be the best, Hawk? Well you can keep chasing that rainbow, Hawk... you can keep beating them and beating them and beating them, and it doesn't mean a damned thing. Even if you prove it to yourself, then what? Walk away? Say to yourself, 'Well, I've done it... I've finally proven that there is no man out there tougher than me.' But you'll get old. You'll wilt away... and someone will come to take your place. Someone bigger... or stronger... or smarter than you. And then what? You'll fade away, like a memory. It'll be as though you never existed at all."
(He stops speaking and watches as the couple can barely keep their hands off each other, so caught up in their own world.... but he simply watches and remains motionless... )
ANARKY: "Everyone has their drug, Hawk. For some, it's the cheap thrill of a stripper giving a lap dance. For others, it's bungie jumping, or chess, or gymnastics, or the cool taste of cocaine and expensive wine. It takes all kinds, Hawk.
"But for me... the only drug I ever wanted... the only thing *I* ever NEEDED... was the violence. I feel as though I am constantly stuck in slow motion... as though I were just floating through this life, and waiting for another...
"Until that bell rings. And then every fiber of my being screams out... and it urges me... it pushes me on... and then, what am I? Alive? An animal? I don't really know, Hawk. I lose myself sometimes.
"But I know one thing... I know one thing very clearly. I know... that when push comes to shove... and when shove comes to piledrive... and piledrive comes to chair to the skull... and chair to the skull comes to twenty foot drops through flaming tables...
"... that's what I am. That's what I breathe... what I sleep... what I bathe in, what I dream about...
"You think this is all a game... I know you do. I don't blame you. But this... THIS is a game. Me sitting here, talking to you, telling you this and that... but in that ring, Hawk.... I don't PLAY GAMES. This IS NOT A JOKE, I ASSURE YOU.
"Hawk... all I hear from you... is ten years. Ten years. I don't care, Hawk. Get it through your skull. Who you are and what you've done mean nothing here. You have to start over... just like everyone else. So take your ten years... and go <BLEEP> yourself.
"You say you want pain, Hawk. Well pain is what I have to give, and I'm glad you're willing to receive as well as give. This will surely be a joyous and momentous occassion... for the crowd will gaze on as two men tear each other to shreds. And they'll realize... as two animals try to mark their territory... that it's all <BLEEP>. Just two nothings... destroying each other and themselves for their everlasting bloodlust.
"I am just a pawn, Hawk. I am just a nothing. But I am going to show you what nothing can do.
"Until then, Hawk... why don't you tell me more about your ten years... truly fascinating... excuse me if I doze... for I am barely alive..."
(FADEIN: GOLDEN HAWK standing outside an empty ring, a quiet and empty arena his backdrop. He's wearing a crimson Texas A&M aggies t-shirt and blue jeans...)
"Y'know, for someone that talks about us all just bein' worth (bleep!) in this world...ain't it the pot, kettle black theory to call me boring?"
"Seriously, if I hear one more wrestler cryin', whinin' or rantin' about his woes and lust for pain involved in here..."
(HAWK motions to the ring in back of him...)
"I might as well doze off myself."
" See 'Nark, you can cry all you want about your position in life. I don't feel pity for a man that ACCEPTED his fate, rather than paved his own way. I swear I've heard some bull(bleep!) in my TEN years of this sport, 'Nark - but yours is startin' to stink worse than anythin' my nostrils flared up at..."
(HAWK spits on the ground)
"This is all nothin', kid? The only drug you've got is violence? Please, if violence were your only drug - you'd never leave the house. Don't try and fool someone that sees through your crap, 'Nark. I know that there's a whole lot MORE to you than just violence."
"I know damn well that after I pin your shoulders to the match for three seconds, that ain't gonna be nothin'. I know you're gonna care. I know you're gonna HATE. But it's just a game, right kid? It's not really about your pride, right?"
(HAWK spits on the ground)
"BULL(bleep!). You know damn well that the only drug bein' fed by this sport is your EGO. Violence? VIOLENCE? Please 'Nark, if that was your ONLY drug - you'd never have come here. There's much better sports for that. No, I know that the drug that gets you off is when someone like me comes out flappin' their mouth and you pin their shoulders to the mat. The look of DEFEAT in MY eye - that's YOUR drug, 'Nark. 'Cause let's face it, the amount of blood pourin' out of my forehead onto your hands doesn't NEARLY satisfy you as much as pinnin' my shoulders to the mat."
"Don't hide your pride, kid. You told me you WEREN'T a man of half-truths, remember?"
(HAWK spits on the ground)
"But I ain't here to cure withdrawal. 'Nark, when my body tells my mind it's time to leave this sport - I will. But I'll leave with a smile 'cause I know that I never backed down, I never hid and whenever I walked that aisle - I did what I set out to do...fight as hard, wrestle as hard...as if it were my LAST match. So sorry, if I don't believe you think this is 'nothing' - it's something I'd never understand anyway."
(HAWK does a neckroll, his eyes not straying from the camera...)
"Fear is what makes a man MOST alive, right? I figured you'd know, it sounds more like some (bleep!) about nothin' you'd say to me. You're not barely alive, 'Nark. All you are is freakishly dormant...'cause I see it in your eyes, I see what's gonna happen when I'm different than anyone else, when I keep coming back for MORE. "
"But the truth is 'Nark, you're about to feel more ALIVE than you've felt in years 'cause of me. You've forgotten fear 'cause you don't remember the last time someone was capable of withstanding your urges of violence...and strong enough to strike back HARDER. Don't think I can do it?"
(HAWK spits on the ground)
"Well, that's why we play the game, kid. So, bring it on 'Nark - show me what 'nothing' can do. Show me what a little 'ol pawn can do on that chessboard...you ain't foolin' me, kid. I see right through that, I know you're comin' for more than that...and I know what I'm up against."
"So fascinate me, kid. Show me that rainbow 'cause I bet when I get my hands on the pot, (smirks) it's gonna be as good as GOLD."
(FADEIN: Joilet, Illinois - hours after the most recent Wired show. The arena that the event took place in: empty. In the ring, there's a few dim houselights shining on GOLDEN HAWK. He's still in his ring attire, his face STILL covered in blood. He's sitting on the dented, bloody chair he just used...the camera closes in on HAWK's face - a crimson red face masking a man in uncontrolled rage, all the while satisfied on a good night of work...)
HAWK: "You're damn right I haven't moved."
(HAWK turns his head and spits blood out of the ring...)
HAWK: "And you're damn right, I ain't goin' NOWHERE no matter what you got. I saw the fear in your eyes tonight, 'Nark. You now KNOW what I'm willin' to do night in and night out. You didn't think the ten years were worth a damn, you didn't believe...and look where it got you - stuck in some wrestling Panda's vice, all 'cause you didn't want to take another step in MY direction."
(HAWK turns and spits more blood...)
"You begged me, 'Nark...you begged me not to deliver the judgement you've so READILY given others. Guess you're startin' to learn what it's like when the shoe is on YOUR foot."
"On your knees, you begged like a bi--(bleep!) for me not to take this damn chair and crack your skull..."
"Yeah, 'Nark - if there's a fraud around here, I think NOW we know who it is. I like doin' my job with my own two hands, but when push comes to shove, don't think I won't pull out ALL the stops to put YOU in your place."
(HAWK spits more blood out)
"I DON'T THINK SO."
"See, 'Nark - however you wanna go, I'll drive. This is your drug? The violence is what satisfies your soul? Looks like you had one too many tonight, looks like you're not excited to step up to THIS gateway."
"And its ONLY the beginning for you AND your friends. Think I'm gonna stop 'cause I shed some blood? Think I don't know what I'm askin' for at Riptide?"
(HAWK stands up, he picks up the chair and folds it up...he stares at the blood smeared all over it, a grin coming over his face. Suddenly, he just tosses the chair out of the ring - his crimson face turning towards the camera, his eyes wide and focused...)
"Well, 'Nark - you didn't listen before, but maybe you'll get it this time. I'm NOT like anyone you've EVER faced. You want to play with chairs? We'll play with chairs. You want to start attacking people out of the ring? I'll join the party. You want to call me a fraud? I'll show you who's for REAL."
(The camera closes in...blood drips from his forehead to the mat...)
"No matter how hard you hit me, no matter how much I bleed - you CAN'T stop me."
"Take a good look, 'Nark - I ain't goin' NOWHERE."
(OORP: One little line on a house card and suddenly, I go from badass villain to pleading coward. SWEEEEEET. )
(FADEIN to the locker room immediately after the Joliet, Illinois Wired. Anarky is sitting in front of the mirror, wiping off the facepaint and blood with a formerly white towel. He throws the towel into the corner and stares into the mirror back at the camera. His usual smirk is gone.)
ANARKY: "Congratulations, Hawk. You are well on your way to rising into the GLCW's upper echelon. And how do I know this? Is it because you're so tough? Because you know how to throw a chair around with the best of 'em? Or that you can get back up from a beating?
"No. It's because you've got the same selective judgment as the current GLCW Champion, Maelstrom. You pick and choose what you want to see. And why not? I don't see you coming out and mentioning that I left you in a pool of your own blood after our match. Even MORE conveniently, you seem to have left out that you LOST that match. Remember? The match we had? The match where you said you could take me, Manson, and Minion, all at once?
"But I wouldn't expect you to mention those things, Hawk. After all, you're just a man who enjoys getting the job done with his hands. Unless, of course, he doesn't. In which case, you can just do whatever you want."
(He spits some blood on the mirror and it splatters across where his face is, leaving a huge red splat covering his face.)
ANARKY: "You think I begged you for mercy because I couldn't stand the pain? Please, Hawk. I've been in this business a long time. I've taken my lumps. I ain't afraid of you or no one.
"I simply thought that, perhaps, you might actually be stupid enough to hesitate, and that I would make you pay for it. It was a gamble, and it didn't pay off. Fine. No matter. Either way, I was in no position to fend off you and Maelstrom at once. You see, Hawk, UNLIKE YOURSELF, I have a VERY real sense of my own humanity and weakness. UNLIKE YOU, I KNOW I can't take in two or three of the top guys in this business by myself.
"You think I'm a fraud, Hawk? Why? I'M not the one who CLAIMS to do things the RIGHT WAY and then goes ahead and BREAKS THE RULES. I've said from the very MOMENT I entered here EXACTLY how things were. I call it like I see it, and unlike you, I don't have to CONVENIENTLY leave out a few tidbits of information.
"You think I'm scared, Hawk? Good. You think I can't handle you? Even better. You can make all the assumptions about my character you want... and you can sit here and tell me that I'm a coward and fraud and a liar. Don't mean a damned thing coming from you or anyone else around here. This whole place is full of cowards and frauds of liars.
"You think you're different, Hawk? 'Cause you got a nice catchphrase? 'Cause you're tough as nails and willing to give it your all? Fine, Hawk. Don't make a difference to me.
"I'm ready for you, Hawk. I'm ready for the Hawk that fights with his hands and the Hawk that uses chairs. I'm ready for the Hawk that can take me down and the Hawk which lost the match. I'm ready, Hawk.
"And THAT... is as GOOD... as your stupid catchphrase.
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-27-03 AT 03:31 PM (EST)]"But for me... the only drug I ever wanted... the only thing *I* ever NEEDED... was the violence."
(CUTTO: GOLDEN HAWK lying in a pool of blood - post 6 man match.)
"And what is The Truth, Hawk? The Truth... is that I am as dangerous as I want to be.
(CUTTO: ANARKY unconscious after the main event.)
"We're going to find out, Hawk. We'll find out if you're a MAN... or if you're just a little BOY... who thinks he's a man. Either way, Hawk... we're going to find the truth. And you aren't going to like the truth, Hawk.
(FADEIN: GOLDEN HAWK standing in an empty ring, a rather large white band-aid on his forehead, his eye slit slightly from the gash above it. He's looking straight into the camera...)
"Don't like it, kid? Too (BLEEP!)in' bad."
"Maelstrom? What the hell does he have to do with me? No, 'Nark...I'm not oblivious to all that's around me. The difference is that the only RIGHT way I know is not to BACK DOWN. Not to 'BEG'. And certainly, not to play off bein' on my knees as (bleep!)in' strategy."
(HAWK spits out of the ring...)
"Nice try, kid...but you're no Flair. And I'm no Rhodes."
(HAWK smirks, looks around himself nodding in approval...)
"I never said I wouldn't break the rules, 'Nark. I just said that I don't LIKE to. You're the one with the urges, you're the one that needs the pain like a drug. I thought this is what you WANTED, 'Nark. I thought this is what you were ASKIN' to show up. Now, I see what you're all about - it's not even violence...it's ALL pride. And wounded pride at that..."
"I thought nothin' mattered, 'Nark. I thought that whichever way the pawns moved, in the end its just two poor souls shreddin' each other's skin off 'till the blood flowed like wine..."
(HAWK nods disappointedly...)
"Now, suddenly - it's about me losin' a MATCH? Now, its all about semantics?"
"Listen, kid - it wasn't MY shoulders that got pinned to the mat. And it certainly wasn't the END of the night, either...at least, I'm TRUE to MY word - 'Nark..."
"Its about who hits HARDEST and who hits LAST."
"But that's alright, you can kill everything from Joilet in the name of denial - there's only one thing I need to know."
"I (BLEEP!)ed you up, kid. REAL BAD."
(HAWK smirks, nodding in approval...)
"Go ahead, look yourself in the mirror. Find some shred of dignity you can grab ahold of after what happened in Joilet. Try and find something to reflect off the pain and fear you didn't think I was capable of..."
"I'll look in the mirror when I need to and I'll be fine, y'know why? 'Cause I NEVER stopped comin', 'Nark. From the moment that Mikey walked out of the dressing room until the moment your (BLEEP!) got laid out in the ring, I was THERE. I was FIGHTIN'. And the freight train you thought you could put the brakes to - RAN YOUR (BLEEP!) over."
(HAWK spits out of the ring...)
"I looked in the face of CHAOS. I stared right in your eyes of VIOLENCE, ANGER and HATRED...and I didn't flinch, 'Nark. I didn't BEG. I simply ripped through Joilet like an F-5, turning EVERYTHING in MY path into the one thing you're always aspirin' to be."
"No 'Nark, I knew that I'd get my (BLEEP!) handed to me - but I'm not one to BEG out of it. I'll take it like a man, not a little boy - thanks. But I only do it 'cause I KNOW, I'll get back up. I KNOW that if this train keeps chargin' down the tracks, eventually you're gonna catch a ride on the GOLD RUSH express."
(The camera closes in...)
"Frauds? Liars? Looks like you're just one of us, kid."
"(BLEEP!) you, kid. (BLEEP!) you for sayin' you wanted this and (BLEEP!) you for now tryin' to get OUT."
"The least you could've done was smile and say thank you - I brought everything you asked for...and now, you slap me in the face for it?"
"Yeah, (BLEEP!) you, 'Nark. I'm gonna enjoy takin' what you really care about away...YOUR PRIDE. Why? 'Cause you're the pot callin' the kettles, black. Frauds, liars - for one shining moment, I believed in you kid - for one moment..."
(FADEIN to Golden Hawk, still handcuffed to the ropes, lying unconscious in a pool of his own blood after the six man match in Joliet, Illinois.)
HAWK (V/O):"All that matters is who hits first and who hits HARDEST."
(CUTTO:Anarky lying unconscious after being locked in the Mortal Sin.)
HAWK (V/O):"But, the thing is 'Nark - it's all about who hits HARDEST and who hits LAST."
(CUTTO:Anarky begging Golden Hawk for mercy right before Maelstrom grabs him from behind and locks in the Mortal Sin.)
HAWK (V/O):"I thought this is what you were ASKIN' to show up. Now, I see what you're all about - it's not even violence...it's ALL pride. And wounded pride at that..."
(CUTTO: A darkened apartment, where Anarky sits, staring out the sliding glass doors. He doesn't move for what seems like a long time, and he's lacking his usual facepaint and garb. Instead, he wears a t-shirt and jeans... he seems relaxed.)
ANARKY: "You want to play games, Hawk? You want to go back and forth? You want to dissect everything I say in an attempt to make me look stupid? We can play games all day and all night for all I care, Hawk. I can make you look stupid, and you can make me look stupid.
"I can point out all your little contradictions and you can do the same. And yet... all we'll really prove is that we're fallible. Congratulations, Hawk... you proved our humanity. You want a medal?
"You think you hurt my pride, Hawk? Why? If all I ever cared about was WINNING -- which YOU already implied -- then why should my pride be hurt? So you stopped me from attacking Mael? Only one of us walked out the winner at Joliet, Hawk... and it wasn't you. Did I pin your shoulders to the mat? No. So what? Did you pin mine? Did anyone? Yet you walk around like you tore off my head and fed it to a bunch of lions.
"You can talk the talk all you want, Hawk. You can tell me and the rest of the world how I begged you for mercy and how it wasn't really some cunning attempt to stop you, but, in fact, was just me being a coward. Do I care? No. You can rent out billboards and call me a coward all day and night. Simple fact is... I did what I did because that's what the smartest thing to do was.
"Did you, or did you not, hit me with a chair? No? And why not? A moment's hesitation, perhaps? Perhaps. We will never know. Mael got me and locked me into the Mortal Sin. Fine. Another time you would've been blindsided by Minion. No matter. Keep throwing the dice down and anything can happen. I don't make excuses, Hawk. You do what you need to do and I do what I need to do.
"One moment, I'm beating you senseless with a chair, leaving you a shell of a man. The next, you're causing me to be locked into a devastating finisher. What do you think it all proves, Hawk? That you're the better man? You think this is the end?
"Hawk... it isn't about who hits hardest or first or last. It isn't about who you run with or what you can prove to the world. It is about the same thing it has ALWAYS been about... completing this endless cycle of violence... this endless cycle of suffering and decay.
"Go ahead and laugh, Hawk. I ain't going nowhere. And at Riptide -- I WILL BE THERE. And I'll be ready to fight you, just like I was at Joliet, just like I will be time and time again. You don't like the way I do things... ? Too <BLEEP>ing bad, huh, Hawk? Go write a letter to your congressman.
"Yeah, you <BLEEP>ed me up real bad. So? I did the same to you. So what does it prove? You think you're the first person to hurt me? You think I've never danced this stupid, arrogant little dance before?
"Hawk... let me get one thing straight with you. You didn't cause one ounce of anarchy. All you did was step into business that, once again, had nothing to do with you. I understand why you were there, but it means nothing to me. You wanted your revenge for what I did at our match? Fine. You've got your revenge. You think that makes you the better man? You think beating me at my own game... ONCE... after SOMEONE ELSE'S MATCH... makes you great?"
(He stops for a moment and looks back towards the camera, his face barely visible in the darkness.)
ANARKY: "Yes, Hawk, I asked you to bring it. And bring it you did. And I'm still here. And so are you. So what? You want to destroy my pride? I don't have any left, Hawk. I used to think that I could prove that I was the best... I used to be an ignorant fool just like you... and then I realized, Hawk, that it doesn't matter. Win or lose... pain or pleasure... it's just another piece of an ever-growing puzzle that you and I will never put together.
"You were right about one thing, Hawk. There is more to this dance than just violence. There is the dimming light in your eyes. There is the hope fading away into the nothingness from which it came. And I will enjoy every moment of it. Not because I gain any... specific joy from winning, Hawk. Winning is trivial.
"But watching you... suffer... as the whole world sees what you really are -- a maleable piece of flesh no better or worse than the <BLEEP> you flush down the toilet -- and then you will know... that I am The Truth. That unlike you, I have no use for lies. I have nothing to prove. I am what I am, Hawk. You don't like it. Try and stop me.
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