PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
(BACKSTAGE)
(CUTTO: BLACK ROSE standing in front of ANARKY's locker room.)
ROSE: "I'm here in front of Anarky's locker room, ready to do an
exclusive interview... Anarky?"
(He knocks on the door, which opens slightly with his knock. He pushes
open the door and finds ANARKY leaning in a corner, his head down and
his arms hanging over his knees. Both of his fists appear to be
bleeding, and the cause of the bleeding seems to be the annihilated
locker room. The mirror is smashed in several places; broken
furniture covers the room; a flipped table rests in front of a wall
that's now covered in food.)
ROSE: "Anarky... ? WFW management told me I could do an interview
with you... it's ah... it's in your contract. I know how you hate
these things."
(Silence.)
ROSE: "Well we've heard from strong words from your opponents, 'Nark.
Mael mentioned several times about your stint in WWL, wh--"
ANARKY: "F*ck Mael."
ROSE: "Er... right... well on to another subject... it appears that
Joey Melton has had no kind words for your past title r--"
ANARKY: "F*ck Joey Melton."
ROSE: "Um. Well, 'Nark... listen... I'm just trying to do my job
here. If you don't wanna talk... I can get out of your hair."
ANARKY: "Talk... ? What's left to talk about, Rose? What do I care
what any of these marionettes say to me? These singing, dancing
corpses of WFW?"
ROSE: "Perhaps I can come back at another time... "
ANARKY: "And what do you think I'll say, then, Rose? Do you think
I'll be more in the mood for your desired verbal masturbation? Do you
think I'll come out here, bragging about all the titles I've won and
my win/loss percentage? Would you prefer I resort to cutting edge
smart remarks like Mael and Red? Who the f*ck do you think I am?
"Do you think I have any need for words now? What good will they do
me? So I can join the circle jerk? So I can impress everyone with my
f*cking resume? What is this, a f*cking job application?
"The f*ck do I care? This invasion bullsh*t... Dan Ryan and Mael
can't even stand each other... Lindsay Troy's only around for her own
version of masturbation, and Sands? Sands?
"Meanwhile, Joey's already emasculated Cruise for us, saving us the
trouble of pointing out that he's more than happy to bite the hand
that feeds him. And my own f*cking partner... the WFW Prez... f*ck
man, you ever talk to that guy? You ever really talk to him? Sh*t,
man... he just ain't there. Drugs are just an excuse for his
psychotic ramblings... bless his soul...
"But really... the f*ck am I doing here? I ain't got sh*t to prove to
any of these assholes. Why would I? They don't learn a g*ddamn
thing. Mael's out there shootin' his mouth off like he buried me.
Ryan doesn't give a flying f*ck what anyone does as long as he's
entertained. Cruise is just around to make Melton feel better about
leaving his protective little umbrella, if you know what the F*CK I
MEAN...
"Wells and Psycho bathe in false gold and Red is hiding behind a
Presidency when he's run out of ideas...
"... and I'm bathing in my own hatred... wishing just one of these
motherf*ckers would have the courage to end this once and for all.
Wish they'd just put me out of my f*cking misery.
"But they can't, and so it will continue as it always has. They can't
stop me... because they don't understand me. They're perplexed
because I don't whip it out and compare... because I don't give a f*ck
where you've been or what you've done... no past or future... these
motherf*ckers don't understand a word of it.
"Nah, Rose... I can sit here and speak, but the words are coming out
all weird and nobody understands anything anyone else says anyway
because they're too busy patting themselves on the f*cking back for
cracking some lame-ass joke.
"F*ck you, Rose... f*ck Ryan and f*ck Mael... f*ck their useless
sidekicks... f*ck Melton for spitting on Cruise... f*ck Cruise for
taking it like a b*tch... f*ck Red for thinking he's something... f*ck
me for caring at all...
"F*ck all of it, Rose. The only language I have left to give is
force. Violence. My disease, spreading one chair at a time.
"Talking time is over now. Now... it's my time."
(ROSE goes to say something but ANARKY gives him the finger... ROSE
takes the hint and leaves.)
(Commercial for the new "F*ck Maelstrom" t-shirt)