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Anarky vs. Rychard Isaac
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JLevinson
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What You Don't Know
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Feb-04-03 AT 00:11 AM (EST)](FADEIN to a club full of twenty-something hardcore kids running around and moshing with each other as local band Hatebreed plays a set of loud, abusive, but not entirely talented hardcore music. Strobe lights bathe the sea of humanity below it, almost creating the illusion of ocean waves. The camera slowly pans back towards the back of the club, where a stairway leads up to a door. A bodyguard stands menacingly at the door, but allows the camera crew past. The room itself is almost entirely bare, with a simple desk and a leather office chair turned, with its back to the camera. A clock on the wall ticks away quietly...)
ANARKY: "Welcome to my... humble investment. I'm the silent owner of this club, whose name I will not reveal in order to keep crazed fans and internet geeks from flocking here. I've found that the less people know about you, the better off you are. Which puts you into a very enviable position, Mr. Isaac. While my career is a simple matter of asking around, I know very little about you. That's because there's very little to know. Another rising star, right, Rychard? Can I call you Dick? I'm guessing no.
"You see, Rychard... I am well aware that what you DON'T know CAN hurt you. I've seen virtual unknowns walk in and tear through contender after contender, becoming champions born overnight. However, if THAT is your intention, then I fear you have come to the wrong place to do it. I know that this is one of your first matches in GLCW, if not in the professional leagues. And if you ask around, I'm sure you can get an opinion on me one way or another... and everyone's got an opinion, Rychard.
"But I assure you of one thing. Your awakening here in GLCW will be a rude one, at best. I have no intention of walking away from Riptide with a notch in my loss column, and if I were you, I'd start renting some old videos, 'cause unlike a lot of pretenders here, I get the job DONE. Whether your LOVE ME... or HATE ME... it doesn't make a damn difference to me. EVERYONE gets into that ring, and EVERYONE gets the same treatment, and you can't find me one person in this sport who's ever walked away from me without the reminder of a most bitter pain...
"Time is a strange thing, Mr. Isaac, and your clock started ticking last night when this lineup was announced. I suggest that you spend some time preparing yourself... and making your insurance payments. Because I intend to leave you far more broken then I found you.
"Goodnight."
{FADEOUT.)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Feb-04-03 AT 00:11 AM (EST)](FADEIN to a club full of twenty-something hardcore kids running around and moshing with each other as local band Hatebreed plays a set of loud, abusive, but not entirely talented hardcore music. Strobe lights bathe the sea of humanity below it, almost creating the illusion of ocean waves. The camera slowly pans back towards the back of the club, where a stairway leads up to a door. A bodyguard stands menacingly at the door, but allows the camera crew past. The room itself is almost entirely bare, with a simple desk and a leather office chair turned, with its back to the camera. A clock on the wall ticks away quietly...)
ANARKY: "Welcome to my... humble investment. I'm the silent owner of this club, whose name I will not reveal in order to keep crazed fans and internet geeks from flocking here. I've found that the less people know about you, the better off you are. Which puts you into a very enviable position, Mr. Isaac. While my career is a simple matter of asking around, I know very little about you. That's because there's very little to know. Another rising star, right, Rychard? Can I call you Dick? I'm guessing no.
"You see, Rychard... I am well aware that what you DON'T know CAN hurt you. I've seen virtual unknowns walk in and tear through contender after contender, becoming champions born overnight. However, if THAT is your intention, then I fear you have come to the wrong place to do it. I know that this is one of your first matches in GLCW, if not in the professional leagues. And if you ask around, I'm sure you can get an opinion on me one way or another... and everyone's got an opinion, Rychard.
"But I assure you of one thing. Your awakening here in GLCW will be a rude one, at best. I have no intention of walking away from Riptide with a notch in my loss column, and if I were you, I'd start renting some old videos, 'cause unlike a lot of pretenders here, I get the job DONE. Whether your LOVE ME... or HATE ME... it doesn't make a damn difference to me. EVERYONE gets into that ring, and EVERYONE gets the same treatment, and you can't find me one person in this sport who's ever walked away from me without the reminder of a most bitter pain...
"Time is a strange thing, Mr. Isaac, and your clock started ticking last night when this lineup was announced. I suggest that you spend some time preparing yourself... and making your insurance payments. Because I intend to leave you far more broken then I found you.
"Goodnight."
{FADEOUT.)
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Fear and Loathing
(FADEIN to an empty locker room right before the house show in Hammond, Indiana. The room is entirely stripped of the normal luxuries, and ANARKY sits, with his back to the camera, on a simple metal folding chair.)
ANARKY: "Where, oh where, is my opponent hiding from me now. Mr. Isaac, I have been most patient with you. I have anxiously awaited your first words with excitement I have not feigned since my 12th Christmas. Yet you are a terrible disappointment. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. People told me about you. Told me that your heart wasn't in this. That, for all the potential you had, you simply didn't care enough about this sport. But I don't listen to other people, Mr. Isaac. I have no interest in hearing about what you COULD or WOULD have been.
"Because life is full of would'ves and could'ves, but they don't hand belts out for good intentions. And I certainly don't give breaks to those who don't deserve them. And YOU... are the least deserving of all. At least my... victim tonight has an excuse. Showtime obviously suffers from mild down syndrome. But what's your excuse? A death in the family? Just taking time off to recollect yourself?
"Do you know what I think, Dick? I think that you're too stupid to be scared. I think you don't know the first thing about me, and worse yet, you don't care. But I assure you... you will. And when you learn, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE... what this is REALLY all about... you're gonna run, like everyone else, with your tail tucked between your legs. To go 'collect yourself.' To 'rediscover your passion.'
"But that's bull<BLEEP>, Dicky. If you can't find it by now, you ain't ever gonna find it. And if you can't find it, then you have no place in that ring. You don't deserve anyone to cheer your name. Instead, I will give you something better: I will make them cheer for your blood. I will make them scream in ecstacy as I slowly pull you apart. And when the thousands of fans are all screaming for me to finish you off... to let you out of your own miserable existence... I will show you mercy. Because for you, death is too good. You don't deserve escape.
"As I have said before, Mr. Isaac, your time is running quite short. And I hope that you intend to do something about it. Because if you don't... well... I'll let YOU figure that out."
(FADEOUT.)
(FADEIN to an empty locker room right before the house show in Hammond, Indiana. The room is entirely stripped of the normal luxuries, and ANARKY sits, with his back to the camera, on a simple metal folding chair.)
ANARKY: "Where, oh where, is my opponent hiding from me now. Mr. Isaac, I have been most patient with you. I have anxiously awaited your first words with excitement I have not feigned since my 12th Christmas. Yet you are a terrible disappointment. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. People told me about you. Told me that your heart wasn't in this. That, for all the potential you had, you simply didn't care enough about this sport. But I don't listen to other people, Mr. Isaac. I have no interest in hearing about what you COULD or WOULD have been.
"Because life is full of would'ves and could'ves, but they don't hand belts out for good intentions. And I certainly don't give breaks to those who don't deserve them. And YOU... are the least deserving of all. At least my... victim tonight has an excuse. Showtime obviously suffers from mild down syndrome. But what's your excuse? A death in the family? Just taking time off to recollect yourself?
"Do you know what I think, Dick? I think that you're too stupid to be scared. I think you don't know the first thing about me, and worse yet, you don't care. But I assure you... you will. And when you learn, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE... what this is REALLY all about... you're gonna run, like everyone else, with your tail tucked between your legs. To go 'collect yourself.' To 'rediscover your passion.'
"But that's bull<BLEEP>, Dicky. If you can't find it by now, you ain't ever gonna find it. And if you can't find it, then you have no place in that ring. You don't deserve anyone to cheer your name. Instead, I will give you something better: I will make them cheer for your blood. I will make them scream in ecstacy as I slowly pull you apart. And when the thousands of fans are all screaming for me to finish you off... to let you out of your own miserable existence... I will show you mercy. Because for you, death is too good. You don't deserve escape.
"As I have said before, Mr. Isaac, your time is running quite short. And I hope that you intend to do something about it. Because if you don't... well... I'll let YOU figure that out."
(FADEOUT.)