The Mystery Man

"Oh, where to begin, where to begin. Faces come and go, things happen, everything that was once secure and friendly is now alien and hostile. Big f*cking deal. As one philosopher once said, the more things change, the more they stay the same. None of it matters in the slightest, because there is but one outcome to all of our fruitless pursuits. In other words, live your lives and worry about your problems while you still can, for the time is coming when you all will serve a greater function. Your mediocre existences pale in comparison to the role you will play later. Well, enough of that. You will all see exactly what I mean soon enough."

"I'm not sure quite what to say about Wannabe, as he has not said much about me. I know he is a fine wrestler, for one does not do that well in XWF without having a bit of talent to his name. Unfortunately, he stumbled upon a roadblock on his XWF journey, and that was ME. I don't want excuses about how tired you were or how many you had already fought, because more than half of them never even gave an interview. If you still want to argue, go ahead, 'thug'. I really don't care. The fact remains - your finisher you so blatantly proclaim to be the most devastating in all of sports-entertainment, failed you. Sorry let me get this right, It will fail you, that's right....you will try it on me but you will fail....I am so sorry to be the messengar of bad news....not."

"As for Jayzon Williams... to be honest, I'm not quite sure of what to say. You knock someone around for a couple of minutes, and all of a sudden, your a hero, how does that work?, you talk about me like you do not care, well obviously you do care otherwise you would not have talked."

(He starts to laugh, at first a low, amused chuckle, and then an out-and-out guffaw to the point of tears. When he is finished, the smile vanishes from his face, and he begins to applaud to no one in particular.)

"Bravo, Wannabe, bravo. I couldn't have made a bigger#####out of you if I had wanted to. All this far-fetched nonsense about 'Jazmine'and being "hardcore"... it's just so incomprehensibly, mind-bogglingly idiotic. What, are you trying to scare me? You want me to think that you're vengeful now? What exactly do you hope to accomplish by your little charade here? It beats the hell out of me. I can venture a guess as to why the quote-unquote 'Jazmine' is so fake: Prostitutes don't like it when you don't pay them. Anything bad that happened to you, you brought upon yourself. You can't make excuses forever and ever. Quit blaming other people for your shortcomings and start taking responsibility for your own actions. You made yourself the joke of the fed; all I had to do was sit back and watch. I can only wonder if this flaw has been holding you back your entire life. We all hear you b*tch and complain daily about how tough your life was and how you fought to overcome it all. 'Oh, my daddy didn't hug me, and we caught him having sex with my Legos, and my mom worked five shifts a day at 7-11, and she ran off with an albino, and it's JUST NOT FAIR! Pity me!' *Sniff*... Did you ever stop to muse that maybe, just maybe, you're the cause of all your own problems? Did you ever take time out of your avaricious, self-absorbed mortality to realize that these occurrences are your fault, and not some cross that society has burdened you with? Did you ever think of that? Of course not. That would be much too easy. A great mind like yours would never contemplate something so blatantly obvious. *Snickers cruelly* Oh, you're a gem, Wannabe. If you believe that I've used up all my 'sneaky tricks', you had best reevaluate. Anything I do is a 'sneaky trick'. The entire earth as you know it is a 'sneaky trick'. Nothing is what you think it is. Night is day, light is dark. I say 'good-bye' when I arrive and 'hello' when I leave. And you know what? None of it is of any consequence. The world is but a madman's dream, dear boy. That's all. Simply a means to an end. Each and every one of you will eventually give yourself up for the greater good; it's a ####ed shame you won't live to see the irony in it."

(He raises the cigarette to his lips and takes a lengthy, exuberant drag on it, obviously pleased with himself. He then exhales the smoke with a small sigh, knowing that the momentary elation will not last forever.)

"Then, there's the matter of your completely irrelevant and lunatical rantings. Did the 'piss-ant goody-two-shoes' bit get old that fast? Did you tire of acting like the apple-pie-eating, Pepsi-drinking, thinks-he's-black, All-American-boy phony that you want so desperately to be? So, now you're a heel. *Chuckles* You're so incredulously pathetic I want to pull my hair out. If you'll pardon the expression... you don't tell a millionaire when you find a quarter, Anthony. Oh, you want to be the bad boy, the one you see on 'Wanted' placards in the post office, but you're so wishy-washy that you've become the DWO's laughingstock instead. And now you're back to your normal self? Do you want us to think you're insane or schizo? What a pile of horses*it. You're even less original than before, if that's possible. You know exactly what's coming, and you're attempting to put it off by confusing the hell out of everyone. You're playing mind games with the wrong person, buddy. I don't appreciate people treading on my turf, and you're no exception. This new gimmick of yours really doesn't make a difference one way or another, nor do your five interviews a day. You're a hoax no matter how one looks at it. You are, bluntly put, the false prophet. You embody everything that is wrong with humanity's mindset these days. Your kind believes that you should be placed upon a pedestal merely because you had a tough life and survived it all. Well, things don't work that way under my watch. Guess what... the world doesn't owe you anything, and the worst has just begun. As long as you reject the ultimate ideal, you will be shunned, ostracized, and renounced by all who know the truth. I tried to help you, but you're so engrossed in your own blissful ignorance that all concept of reality has been lost to you. I advised you, then cautioned you, then outright warned you, but you still refused to listen. Now come the ramifications. Everything happens for a reason, and nothing happens without repercussions. If I can topple your tower of naiveté and bring your abysmal career to a screeching halt, my job will be done. All I want is to obliterate your type from the face of the planet, and I fully intend to do that, starting with you."

Hmm. (The film skips a bit and then settles down, but the grainy white lines still run across the bottom of the picture.) *Scene Fades to black*

"Sure, I'm crazy. But that used to mean something. Now, everyone's crazy." - Charles Manson