(FADEIN to a dive bar somewhere in Hartford, Connecticut. Whalers memoriabilia lines the wall. Anarky sits at the bar, drinking a Thomas Hooker IPA.)
ANARKY: "F*cking Bruins fans... where'd they all come from? Do these people have no loyalty to the Whale?! Have they forgotten the Brass Bonanza so easily?"
(Shakes his head in disappointment.)
ANARKY: "I guess I can't blame 'em, but really, going over to a rival... just a sad disappointment. I mean, sure, go root for another team, but our biggest rival? Can't say I understand it.
"But the past is the past, ain't it.
"Just like me 'n you, El Pablo. I can't say I know much about you. Presumably you're a Windham. Which probably means something to someone, somewhere. Not me, though.
"I'm sure Troy and Mark and the whole gang of half-breeds are all over the place, accomplishing grand things in places I don't care about. It's all very wonderful. But just like you probably don't give a f*ck about what I've been doing for the last 15 years, I don't care which Windham you are, what you've accomplished, or if you're just a hilarious bastard Windham child unfortunate enough to be born in Mexico.
"Now, I won't lie... I got other things on my mind these days. Dealing with you ain't exactly numero uno on my agenda. But don't think for one second that I'm gonna come here and mail it in. I ain't here to make you or anybody else look good.
"I'm gonna do what I always do... go out there and crack a few skulls, and if I'm real, real lucky, you'll drop half-dead in exhaustion before I do. It's not an elegant plan. But it's worked so far. Mostly.
"You 'n me... we're about to get to know each other real well-like. And I suspect, like most Windhams, you're not gonna find me totally agreeable. That's okay.
"Agreeability has never been one of my strong suits.
"In Round One, the first shots will be fired. Legends will fall. New men will rise.
"The names come and go... but me.
"I'm still here."
(FADEOUT.)