WFW Merrython: PPV Title Shot: Edmunds vs. Anarky

[PaulNJ21]

This match is for a PPV title shot at the WFW World Heavyweight Champion at the next PPV. The RP/angle deadline is Friday, February 25th 11:59 PM EST. Send all angles to pmiller21@gmail.com

 

[JLevinson]

Fascism, Inc.

(CUEUP: "The Real Me" by The Who.)

(FADEIN to a local bar... Anarky is on the end of the bar dressed in street clothes, a bottle of Sam's in front of him. He takes a sip and puts the beer down. He takes a deep sigh before speaking.)

ANARKY: "Isn't it funny, Sean? The way two people can be in this business for ten years and never face each other in the ring. Y'know what else is funny, Sean?

"Denial. See... denial is what happens when a man can't accept that glory has come and gone. When a man can't accept the fact that his mommy and daddy lied when they said he could be anything. That mommy and daddy were just trying to make you feel better about being a marginal nothing in a meaningless world.

"You aren't the President anymore, Sean. And you aren't the Champion. All you are is excuses. Excuses for your failures... excuses for your stagnation.

"So Felix sells me out... puts my title shot up for grabs, right? Because he felt compelled to get rid of Mael however he could, and if he needed to f*ck me over, then so be it.

"Except, of course, that I never asked Felix for a title shot... he just assumed I wanted one because he assumes I'm just like everyone else.

"Honestly, Sean... I don't really give a flying f*ck. Copycat... Manson... you... whoever. Whoever. Faces change... people come up with clever schemes to stab their mothers so they can end up in a pro wrestling almanac someday...

"Yeah, Sean, thanks, but no thanks. You can take your title shot and go f*ck yourself. If it was up to me, we'd do this in the street, Sean. We'd do this in an alley anywhere in the U.S. We can take this outside on Queens or Brooklyn... we can do this the old fashioned way.

"But instead, you gotta make it mean something. You gotta say it's for a title shot... for respect... for your manhood... for the fans... for yourself.

"Excuses, Sean. I don't need an excuse to knock you down. And I sure as f*ck don't need an excuse to knock you from that silly little dream world where you're still President and Champion and people give a f*ck what you think or say...

"You lost because you WASTED your Presidency. You were given an OPPORTUNITY... to do something. But you failed. Just like you always do. And even worse, you never learned from your failures. You still came out there every day, talking about how you were screwed... about how you're still the man...

"You never evolve because I never admit that you were wrong. You can't ever be anything but the egotistical jock who always gets fooled time and time again... the joke that everyone gets but you, because you are the joke.

"I ain't gonna beat 'ya to prove a point, Sean... and I sure as hell ain't gonna do it so I can finally shut Copycat up, because y'know what, Sean?

"It don't mean a thing. You ain't ever gonna learn, and neither is Copycat, and neither is Manson. All you motherf*ckers do is run in circles... after the precious gold... you're f*cking greyhounds... you're f*cking thoroughbreds...

"And in the end, I'll give the fans what they really want and can never admit. I let them live out their most sadistic fantasies... they boo me as I cut you with barb wire, Sean, but inside... INSIDE... they love it. They need it.

"I fulfill their need for blood. Because we are only animals, Sean. And it's not personal. I promise.

"It's just business."

(FADEOUT.)

 

[TheOriginalSE]

Waste of Time

(FADEIN: An airport terminal in the middle of the night. There's no one around, except for a few people sleeping in chairs on the far right, and Sean Edmunds, who is too far away from them to really cause any disturbance as he rings his hands together and looks into the camera with a look of discontent.)

EDMUNDS: "You know Anarky, for some one whom I have never faced before, you'd think that I'd be drowning in words to use to describe how I despise you ... or that I'd be grabbing at the opportunity to step into the ring and physically dismantle you. But the fact of the matter is that I care just as little about this match as you seem to. It seems to me that Anarky has gotten a little too big for his britches. Since FINALLY becoming something thanks to LOVE, he actually thinks that he holds some WEIGHT in this company. I'm sorry, Anarky... (shakes head) I might not be President anymore, but I've still got a few tricks that I haven't used yet, and if using them is what it takes to keep you down, then by God I will call in favors. But let's ask Anarky a question shall we? Why, 'Nark ... and I'll call you 'Nark because everyone seems to think its the hip thing to do ... but why 'Nark is it that it took you TEN YEARS to finally reach some sort of pinnacle in your career? Finally, after all those years of being in the shadow of Michael Manson, the former God of Wrestling, you were able to break out."

(Edmunds smirks as he zips his jacket up.)

EDMUNDS: "But just how far did you really break away, Anarky? You've got LOVE which is undoubtedbly one of the best ideas in the business ... but not so much as a blessing for you as it has been for your partners. Honestly, Anarky. How has this benefitted you besides putting your name in lights again? Jared Wells has held the BAD World title for over a year .. Psycho held the North American title for like a year ... and Felix Red, the Embryo that Ruined His Mom, is now the WFW President. (stops) But ... WHERE ARE YOU? You are just a tag along. While the big boys have been playing you've been sitting on the sidelines cheering. Is that why they keep you around still? In the beginning I'm sure they were thrilled to have Anarky on their team. I mean, afterall, he's Michael Manson-lite! But once they got to know you ... got to see how you operate ... and realized that even THEY overrated you ... it was too late. So now you're their perverbial cheerleading *****. (smirks) Go team, go."

(Edmunds pulls out a pack of Djarum Blacks and heads toward the door.)

EDMUNDS: "I don't WASTE, Anarky. It might take me a while, but I make sure everyone gets what is coming to them. Copycat .. (smiles) it took him over a YEAR to get his first title shot in WFW ... I put out roadblock after roadblock in front of him. And granted ... he might be WFW Heavyweight champion right now ... but that's Shane Southern's fault. Southern will get what is coming to him as well. And Chris Wink ... Chris Wink will get what's coming to him, too. My list is getting longer, Anarky. You're only on it by chance. Or, I guess I should say, by compromise. In order to fire Maelstrom Felix Red had to give me something ... and in return, I had to give him something. Granted, facing you for the title shot isn't exactly the most mouth watering idea he's ever had ... but I gotta deal with whatever I'm given. The point is, and I'm sorry if I've gone into a little bit of a rant here, that when it comes to wrestling I don't waste opportunities. I make sure to take full advantage of EVERY opportunity I see, Anarky. Unfortunately, Mr. TEAM Cheerer, YOU are the opportunity that I'm going to be taking advantage of come Merrython."

(Edmunds lights up the Black and takes in a few hits. He looks around at the sky, which is dark and cloudless, before coming back to the camera.)

EDMUNDS: "But I'm not going to stand here and beat a dead horse much longer. It's late, I'm tired. You're just PMSing because everyone in LOVE has accelled at something here in World's Finest Wrestling except for you. What was supposed to be your big "F*CK YOU" to the world has slowly turned into a big "F*CK YOU, 'NARK!" It's funny how those things happen, Anarky. You think you've got one thing figured out, and before you know it, you end up on the short stick. But you're used to it, right? You've gone from being in Michael Manson's shadow ... to being in the shadow of Psycho, Felix Red and (chuckles) Jared Wells. Needless to say, I bet you're the one person I know who still wishes it was 1998."

(Edmunds turns and walks away. He stops quickly and turns around.)

EDMUNDS: "OH! And 'Nark? I'd rather be a thoroughbred than an alley dog ... Don't adjust your television sets ... I *AM* this Sensational!"

(FADEOUT: As Edmunds walks into the airport and the automatic doors shut tight behind him.)

 

[TheOriginalSE]

..........

 

[JLevinson]

Viva La Nothing...

(CUEUP: "No Quarter" as performed by Tool... )

(FADEIN to Central Park with the orange flyers lining the walkways... Anarky is leaned up against a tree, smoking a cigarette... )

ANARKY: "You know, Sean... I wish I could say that I would expect more from you... but I didn't. No, Sean... I think we've all learned that even given every opportunity in the world... we shouldn't expect much from you.

"I find it almost amusing, Sean, that you would proceed to lecture me on what you consider my failures as a man or a wrestler. After all... this is coming from the man who managed to hold onto the World Title for about 36 seconds before bowing down to none other than Alex Wylde.

"And of course, let us not forget that as WFW President, Sean, that you were so uselessly ineffective and incompetent that you were beaten in a fair election by a man whose only campaign promise was to f*ck over anyone stupid enough to vote for him."

(He starts laughing, unable to control himself. He settles down after a few seconds.)

ANARKY: "You'll have to excuse me if I don't give a flying f*ck WHAT you think, Sean. I already know what you think, Sean. I already know what everyone in this league thinks. It's easy. It's obvious.

"You think you're the best. You think you're the most important wrestler ever to step into that ring. And by virtue of these facts, you are, in fact, better than me.

"You think it. Manson thinks it. Copycat thinks it. Everyone does. Every motherf*cking last one of you sheep... you fall right into line and you buy the sh*t they feed you.

"It doesn't matter whether or not you're the King of Whores, Sean, because you're still a dirty whore, like me... you're just there to fill the violent adolescent fantasies in the people that buy the tickets to see us suffer.

"You talk about what LOVE did for me... but that's only because you simply aren't intelligent enough to grasp what I'm doing. You're still thinking in terms of the carrot they promised you at the end of your voyage.

"You're made up of the same rotting, stinking sh*t as everyone else... you're just a corpse in making, you know. Because one day we're all going to be dead and none of this is going to matter... humanity is just a blip on the radar of giants gaps of nothingness and colliding asteroids that produce noises that nothing can hear...

"And you expect me to give a f*ck what YOU think, Sean. No, Sean, it seems to ME that the ONLY thing YOU should be worried about is what I'M going to do with you. Because you no longer serve any purpose for me, Sean. If I wanted a title shot, I'd have beaten it out of you a long time ago. If I wanted to watch you leave the arena on a stretcher night out of night... simply out of boredom... I would have done so.

"Instead, I'm going to do something infinitely more beautiful. I'm going to give you your chance, once again. Your opportunity to once again fight for the Title you so easily lost.

"And then I'm going to take it from you like the whining little child you are. Because you don't DESERVE an opportunity, Sean. All you've done is ruin every chance you've ever had... time after time after time.

"Perhaps, Sean, you should focus less on what I have done then what I shall do. Because you have not yet begun to know my will. You have hardly even seen anything yet.

"I dreamed LOVE... I vomited it from my mind... and like the irreverent Deadbeat Dad I am... I have not encouraged it... I have not bought it any presents... nor even an alimony check...

"Because it doesn't mean anything. You don't see it now. But you shall, Sean. I will make it plain as day, even for someone as simple and redundant as yourself.

"The rules were made to be broken, Sean. I'm not evil. I'm just bored with all this talk. You're better than me. Congratulations. Hoo-rah.

"In the end, you words are nothing... just like the blood I'll spill for them... just like what I'm going to do when I finally take what you've wanted all this time and show you what it truly is.

"The past is sh*t... just like your words. I am not LOVE... I am not Anarky...

"I am just your future. A promise of meaningless bloodshed and violence. We are lovers, Sean, because we exist only to hurt each other... and to share that bond.

"It's so disgustingly human, Sean, that it makes me want to vomit. But don't worry about me, Sean.

"I'll just take it out on you."

(FADEOUT as he smiles.)

 

[TheOriginalSE]

Don't worry, Nark ... don't worry.

(FADEIN: Downtown. The rains have pelted the streets the entire day, causing puddles to have formed in the streets. This in turn causes people to leap back every few seconds as cars careen through the puddles sending the water shooting up, attacking anything that isn't protected by plastic. The camera cuts to a cornershop. Standing on the corner, without a coat on, without a hat or gloves, is 'Simply Sensational' Sean Edmunds. He stands there, a few drops of rain landing on his sweater, and looks out across the street at the people hurrying by. In his hand is a cup of coffee which he brings up to his lips and takes a sip.)

EDMUNDS: "I've grown aware of your game, Anarky. Your desperate attempts to sound unconcerned have fallen upon deaf ears. You figure that if you talk about your quasi-nihilist tendencies that I will eventually get overwhelmed and turn away. Unfortunately its not going to work. I don't believe you when you say that you don't care what I think, or what Copycat thinks ... and I know (smiles) I know that you care what Michael Manson thinks. While you try to sweep those feelings under the rug, to tuck them away from anyone who would dare to pry into your personal space, you exert them even more so. By placing so much accent on not giving a rat's ass what people think, you're re-affirming the fact that you truly do. Why make the effort to distance yourself from your feelings, 'Nark? I guess thats the real question here."

(Edmunds puts the cup down, throws the hood on of his hoodie and steps out into the rain before walking down the street.)

EDMUNDS: "You can go on and on about the title that I lost, Anarky if that makes you feel better about your own situation. But the fact of the matter is that I did something much more. I softened Alex Wylde... and then I fired him. Just like I fired Maelstrom. While Felix Red might have came to me with the request, the name on his cessation of services contract reads SEAN EDMUNDS. And if I had my way, I'd throw you out here, in the pooring rain. But I don't anymore. And while its true that I lost to Red, he had an ingenius campaigning tactic. Say you'll slaughter anything that comes near you and watch as the sheep line up. But what has happened, has happened, Anarky and there is no going back."

(Edmunds shivers a bit as the rain continues to come down.)

EDMUNDS: "What I fear though, is what is to come. You seem to always be on your last wheel, so to speak. Whenever I've seen you you've gone on and babbled about some injustice or some other thing that you care nothing about. And as I said before, you put so much of your faith ... on nothing. It's almost as if you're too afraid to care about winning. And there's the difference, Anarky. You are AFRAID. You don't WANT to care. You pass yourself off as someone who cares only about DESTRUCTION. And I know I'm not the first to see through you. You have been lucky in the past, Anarky ... you've gotten past those prior detractors. But it won't be quite as easy as you'd like to think. I lost my chance at the World title on a COIN TOSS. You've lost your chance at the World title because of your wrestling .... and now I'm here to pay for your misgivings. Chris Wink has decided to toss ME to the dogs for YOUR incapabilities. (sighs) What did I do wrong?"

(Edmunds turns a quick corner and ducks into another doorway thus shielding himself from the rain. There are still a few rain drops that roll down his forehead.)

EDMUNDS: "You've DREAMED LOVE, Anarky. And now its transcended you. It's become BIGGER than you. It's LEFT you. Anarky no longer controls LOVE because he is the WEAKEST LINK. Each member has grown larger than life, pulling off the inpossible.... and Anarky has sat in the wings, engulfed in meaningless matches ... a feud with the Inner Circle that ANYONE could see would be ended in mere weeks. All that build up ... and the only thing that people are talking about is Jared Wells and the BAD World Heavyweight title. Felix Red and the WFW Presidency. Psycho and his North American title run ... but no Anarky. I'm sorry that you've been left behind, Anarky. I really am. But I'm not going to be so sympathetic in the ring. All good things come to an end, Anarky ... and LOVE has brought an end to you."

(Edmunds flips his hood back up and pulls on the ties.)

EDMUNDS: "Don't adjust your television sets .... I *AM* this SENSATIONAL ... and I will ... end Anarky's LOVE affair."

(FADEOUT: As Edmunds jogs out into the rain and out of view. The camera turns around and the scene fades to black as the camera follows Edmunds as he runs down the block and out of view.)

 

[JLevinson]

Evolution

(CUEUP: "Track 4 - ( ) - Sigur Ros.)

(FADEIN: to the balconey of a hotel room overlooking Central Park... Anarky is leaning forward on a railing, smoking a cigarette... jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket... twilight.)

ANARKY: "I don't blame you, Sean. I really don't. It's not that you don't WANT to understand. It's that you CANNOT understand. It is not possible.

"You see, Sean... it's actually quite simple. You... are... too... f*cking... stupid... to ever... understand. You know WHY, Sean? It's not genetics. It's not your background.

"It's because you WANT to be a dumb f*cking asshole. No matter what *I* do, Sean... you will NEVER think I'm better than you. I could pin you. I could knock you unconscious. I could do all kinds of things to your unconscious body... and you'd still think you were better than me.

"And I'm not the only one. No matter WHO beats you... you will ALWAYS think that YOU are better than THEY are. Because YOU cannot UNDERSTAND anything other than, 'I am Sean Edmunds. I am the best. No one can be better than me.'"

"But the REALLY F*CKING FUNNY PART, Sean.. is that you're NOT THE ONLY ONE. Look at f*cking Dumb Asshole #1 right now, Copycat... who likes to run his mouth about respect... but the funny thing is, Copycat clearly shows that he has NO UNDERSTANDING OF THE WORD.

"The ONLY person HE respects is COPYCAT. The ONLY person MANSON respects is F*CKING MANSON. Does this COMPUTE, Sean? Does this F*CKING MAKE SENSE TO YOU?!

"Each one of you dumb f*cking assholes... is so stuck in your tiny little world... and THEN... THEN you have the... I can't even say audacity... no... the sheer... f*cking... brainlessness... to say... (in a whiny voice) 'Oh no, Anarky, I know you care what we think! You cry yourself to sleep at night! Oh, no, Anarky, you suck, we rule!!!'"

(He tosses his cig over the balconey and shakes his head.)

ANARKY: "So you'll have to excuse my f*cking... BEWILDERMENT... when you actually expect ME to give a F*CK what YOU think. Why, Sean? Why the f*ck would I take it personally? Think about it Sean -- WHY THE F*CK SHOULD I CARE?!?

"You don't f*cking respect ANYONE, Sean... so why should I care when you run your mouth like the little b*tch that you are? Or when anyone does?

"I would expect you to f*cking appreciate how simple and obvious that is. I don't know why I have to keep explaining it to you. Do you suffer from some kind of f*cking learning disorder... are you autistic, Sean? Is that it? Are all of you dumb assholes just autistic and afraid to admit it? I could understand that, at least...

"But no... no... no... you don't... f*cking... get it... at all. Of COURSE LOVE is bigger than ME, Sean... it was F*CKING DESIGNED THAT WAY. It's not called... Anarky PRESENTS LOVE... it's f*cking called LOVE.

"If I wanted to go win all the titles and be a happy little camper and pretend it matters then why the F*CK would I bother DOING THIS? Does that make sense? IS ANY OF THIS GETTING THROUGH TO YOU, SEAN?!?

"You aren't seeing THROUGH me, Sean. You're seeing what your stupid f*cking autistic brain will LET YOU SEE. And the only thing YOU understand is that Title Equals Good, Losing Equals Bad. Good, Sean. Very good.

"You see, Sean... I didn't really care before now. It really wasn't personal. At all. You did your thing. I did my thing. We never really crossed paths. Again... here we are.... you thinking I care... me laughing at your dumb f*cking autistic ass...

"It seems to ME, Sean, that the ONLY obvious answer must be that I am F*CKING TELLING THE TRUTH. THINK about it, Sean. It's the ONLY thing that makes sense. I've already won more titles than I can remember. And I didn't just do it in one league, either.

"But that's the funny thing, Sean... once you get something, you don't really want it anymore. It's only attractive if you don't have it. Then you can lust for it... you can need it. But once you have it, where do you go? Nowhere...

"I have a vision, Sean... and my vision IS bigger than me... and I am not ashamed of that. I am not belittled. Unlike you, Sean, I know my place in the Universe. I know how little I matter.

"YOU... you are the one that's AFRAID, Sean. Because in the end...it doesn't really matter. Actions speak louder than words.

"You can keep talking. I can keep talking. Blah blah blah... but really, Sean... in that ring... that's where I speak most clearly and forcefully.

"Because I didn't whine or beg or even ask for a title shot. Because I'm not like you dumb f*cking sheep. I made my peace with that a long time ago. I'm sorry you can't, man. But that's not my problem.

"My problem is that there's a dumb f*cking asshole running his mouth at me... telling me what I think... telling me what I'm SUPPOSED to do... and all I can think is...

"... how much prettier you'd look with your teeth knocked in."

(FADEOUT.)