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Date Posted: 15:03:55 11/10/00 Fri
Author: 'The Perfect One' Anton Rayge
Subject: Monopoly...Beer...where DOES the time go?


"Perfection Personified"
Anton Rayge



::: The scene opens to the one known as "The Perfect One" Anton Rayge. He is sitting on a couch, stairing down at a table, but the table is out of the screen. Anton has on a black t-shirt that has 'True Perfecion' printed on the front in bold, red lettering. He has on a pair of black jeans with the pockets on the sides of the legs and he has on a black and black pair of
leather boots. Anton is concentrating pretty hard on whatever is lying on the table in front of him. He leans back in the couch. A man off screen yells for Anton to go since it's his turn. Anton acknowledges that he knows. So, he leans forward and opens his hand above the table and drops two dice :::


Anton: "Alright, double fours!! Anton's hand moves out of the screen as you hear him moving something, but tapping it against the table while he moves it......WOOOHOOO, BOARDWALK!!! I am gunna buy that, no monopoly for you!"


Monopoly Opponent: "Uhhh, Anton!?"


Anton: "What is it Mace!?"


Mace: "I own that!"


Anton: "What the...DAMMIT! I don't have much more money! At least you don't own Park Place..."


Mace: "Uhhhh, Anton--"


Anton: "Don't tell me..."


::: Mace nods to Anton. Anton begins shaking and his face is becoming red as he counts out what he owes. Mace knows he doesn't have enough and he begins snickering at the sight of Anton's anger. Anton stops, he doesn't have enough to pay Mace and he has no land to mortgage :::


Anton: "SHIT! Godammit! You @#%$in' cheater!"


::: Anton sweeps his hand across the table flinging the board, money, cards, dice, etc. onto the floor. Anton looks down, the table is clear except for the little metal dog game piece. Anton grabs the dog and hucks it across the room. Mace is busting up by this point, tears welling up in his eyes :::


Anton: "@#%$ you, ASS!! You're a --"


::: The phone rings. Anton looks at the laughing Mace and gives him a look, then stands and walks to the phone. He 'flushes the toilet' by making a flushing motion in the air that magically takes all of his anger away...he then answers the phone :::


Anton: "Whadda ya want!?"


Voice: "Whoa there big guy" comes the voice of Anton's personal interviewer, Guy Darling.


Anton: "Hey Guy, what're you calling for?"


Guy Darling: "Well, you haven't had a real decent interview yet in the GWA. I figured you would want to let people know what your thoughts are and really tell 'em why you are the greatest."


Anton: "Hmmm, good idea. I am glad I thought of that."


Guy Darling: "Whatever…so I ain't doing anything right now, I could just skip on over and I'll ask you some shit…sound good?"


Anton: "I'm not busy, I just got done whooping Mace in Monopoly."


::: Mace starts laughing again as Anton flips him off :::


Guy Darling: "I'll be there in five"


Anton: "See ya then."


::: Anton hangs up the phone and goes to the fridge and grabs two Pepsis. Anton turns back to the couch and goes and sits down. Mace has stopped laughing. Anton tosses a soda to Mace, probably a little faster than needed, but Mace snatches it out of the air easily. Anton walks over and takes a seat.:::


Mace: "Sooo, how's it going in the GWA?"


Anton: "Terrible. I just got my ass kicked by these girls named Stacey Jordan, Vixxxed and Pussy Galore."


Mace: "That's good. If I know you welI, I can safely assume you have something big coming up?"


Anton: "Not really big BIG, but semi-big. My next match is gunna be against some fool who calls himself Splash Williams. I mean, what kind of a name is that? He sounds like a jobber, looks like a jobber, hell, he probably even smells like a jobber...so it's good to assume he is a jobber."


Mace: "Jobber, yea, gotcha..."


Anton: "I haven't seen any tapes of this guy, or any type of footage except in the SWA...but I really don't want to. According the way he acts and according to the wrestlers in the back, I can tell he is one of those amateur-idiots-who-shoots-his-mouth-off-like-a-little-bitch-and-can't-back-it- up kinda wrestlers! And this guy looks like one of those guys..."


Mace: "All too well, my friend...all too well..."


Anton: "Well, it dosen't really matter to me. People like Splash should be dragged out back and shot, but NOOOOOO...he has to be little Johnny Live-A-Lot. He thinks he can hang with me? The Perfect One!? Goddammit, I am gunna friggin beat the livin' @#%$ out of his sorry ass, WHEN I AM DONE WITH HIM, HE'LL BE NOTHI--"


Mace: "Whoa, whoa, whoa...lower your voice man...you're getting a little worked up over some idiot...just ccccchhhhhiiiiillllllllllll..."


::: Anton realizes he is standing and calms himself, then takes a seat, putting his title next to him on the couch :::


Anton: "Ahem, he'll be nothing more than another victim, taken out by yours truly...and he has no get out of jail free cards. See, I see fate as me going to the top and nobody ever stopping me. Fate is me gaining any title I want whenever I want and beating down any person I want, anytime I want to! And then, I will gain the most prestigous belt in the GWA and show everyone why I am to be feared. That is fate and nobody is gunna tell me otherwise or I will rip there @#%$ing hearts out and feed it to them! So Splash wants to tempt fate!? No, lemme rephrase that. I can see he wants to tempt fate...but the real question is: Can he handle it, or does he even have what it takes!?"


Mace: "No. I doubt it."


Anton: "Me too. I guess I am not real worried about Splash on Saturday, I have just been training cause I know now that I have respect and now that I am getting into harder competition, that I will need to be as fit as possible to wreak havok among the GWA. I guess I could do it anyway, but a little excersize'll never hurt anyone! Besides, Perfection needs to look as good as possible, right?"


Mace: "Oh, I meant to ask you, you went out for drinks then other night without me...who did you go with?"


Anton: "Oh, just a guy from the GWA, you wouldn't know him. We have plans to tag up and start a stable. We will rule all of GWA and there's not a person or group I know who can stop us. Me and you ruled in the past, and this group will prob'ly even be greater than ours was!"


Mace: "If that's possible!?"


Anton: "Hehe, yeah. Shit, I just told you everything, which I shoulda just told Guy. Oh well, I say we just go out for some drinks."


Mace: "Yeah...wait, could you tell me the name of the guy from the GWA you were talking about. IF you guys are gunna be that good, I may Mace him, or at least I can keep his name in my memory for future reference."


Anton: "Oh, okay...well, his name is C--"


::: Anton is cut off as a scream is heard from outside. Anton and Mace look at each other and run out to the front yard. When they get out there, they see Guy getting chased by Anton's dog 'Butch'. Anton and Mace laugh for a little bit before Anton calls his dog. Guy bitches at Anton for not calling the dog quicker, Anton just shrugs his shoulders and mentions the idea about getting a drink. Guy says it'll be fine and maybe they can do the interview at the bar. They hop into Anton's sleek green truck and they drive to the local bar :::


Buns & Roses Bar
Minneapolis, Minnesota
12:30 am


Anton: "What's up Gladiator Wrestling Alliance? As you can see.....I'm not exactly happy at this moment. It's due mostly to the fact that I have to wrestle a complete asshole Saturday night. This is my training for the match."


Guy Darling: "Darts? You consider darts a form of training?"


Anton: "Of course! Good hand eye coordination. I want to make sure my aim is true when I start bashing a steelpipe into Splash Williams's worthless ass. I see this as the ultimate training for that kind of thing. I already did my endurance training......all that damn crappy @#%$ at the gym. My hardcore training is over.....and let me tell you, that was friggin' brutal, I f*ckin' beat the hell outta myslef, oh, you woulda love to get me on tape as I stood in front of the baseball machine and got nailed over and over.....I got that little idea from Happy Gilmore...I know I'm already a damn good hardcore fighter, but I'm a lazy slob, so i need to get in some practice! This is the final piece in the puzzle. With this particular skill honed to perfection tonight, I will have all I need to take Williams out in the ring."


Guy Darling: "So it would be safe to say you're ready for the match."


Anton: "Most definitely. I have a few friends of mine with me to make sure I stay on the straight and narrow....keep me going towards my goal."


Guy Darling: "And that goal is?"


Anton: "Getting a hit square on Williams's jaw with my steel pipe....so they have to wire the damn thing shut! I figure it's the only way I'll get that jackass to shut up for a little while. I am sure everyone has a very large interest in this training too, since they're getting sick of him as well.“


::: Anton lets a big smile burst through his anger. He takes another sip of his Pepsi and continues :::


Guy Darling: "Well, judging from what you've been talking about, you seem ready to face Splash as well as Reina."


Anton: "You betcha! Althought he's an annoying little f*cker, and she’s a tomboy, I like to think that they’re toys in my hand. Reina, well, she’s just plain DUMB for stepping into the ring with me, and no one is gonna save her now, not even...say...Ryken."


Guy Darling: "Do you have any comments on them?"


Anton: "Oh I think I have a FEW...”


::: Anton smirks :::


Anton: “But hang on.....it's my turn again."


::: Anton takes the three darts in hand, and slowly measures his shots. In rapid succession, he tosses three damn good shots, getting a cheer form his newly made 'friends'. They all clap hands and talk amongst themselves for a minute, cheering on the final hurdle being overcome :::


Anton: "Now I have all the tools. Williams.....my aim is true. You just have to put that nasty face in clear view for a second and I'll smack the nastiness right off your fricken skull. First, I'll talk about all of your allegid skills. You surf. So WHAT?! We both KNOW I'm better than you! Oh, we gotta talk about Reina too. You see, I don’t LIKE hitting women. I really don’t. BUT...and I will plead this in court...Pussy Galore is NOT a woman. She is a cat."


::: Anton moves away from the group, motioning for the camera to follow. The two of them go back towards the bar, where Anton greets the big man who's still hopelessly cleaning. Anton exchanges pleasantries with the big man, talking for a moment before looking at the bartop. Putting his bottle down on the bartop, Anton pulls a rag form his back pocket and goes to work cleaning up some of the grime from last night. He continues to clean the bar while he turns back to face the camera..he still must be a little out of it from drinking so much.:::


Anton: "People tend to get on my nerves, so I have made up a little list in my head of some people in the GWA I haven't mentioned that will feel my "Perfect" Implant. Pussy Galore already did, so if you wanna know how it feels, ask the cat."


::: Anton closes his eyes, bringing his fingertips to his temples in deep meditation.....for a few moments he concentrates, focusing his mind on the future and the list he made in his head, then he looks back at the camera and starts :::


Anton:"Well here I go......First I would li..."


::: Anton is cut off by the group of guys. The group comes over to Anton at the bar, and they all agree it's time to move on. Anton replaces his rag in his back pocket, and tosses his half empty bottle of Pepsi into the sink. With a nod, the guys all go and grab their coats. As he puts on his vest, a few of the guys pat him on the back and exit ahead of him :::


Anton: "We're gonna go find another bar for the middle half of the night. You can tag along if you'd like."


::: The entire group is assembled outside, waiting, as Anton exits the bar, the camera crew close behind. The city is pretty much dead, with the only exception being the numerous taxi's whizzing by down the street. The fluorescent glow of the street lights bathes the street, the group is walking on in an eerie glow. Anton rubs his arms, fighting off the chill of the early January air. The group travels on ahead of him slightly, laughing and shouting. Anton smiles as he watches his newly made friends, then Anton starts his list as they walk, looking for another bar. Anton stops walking, facing the camera head on:::


Anton: "Here's a little somethin-somethin for all you people who think you can beat me..."


:::Anton turns around, standing up against a wall. He stands perfectly still, his legs spread apart a bit. A few seconds later, the sound of liquid hitting the cement wall can be heard as Anton relieves himself just off to the side of the camera's view. The camera quickly turns away as Anton starts whistling a happy little tune. A few seconds later, Anton arrives back on screen, smiling contentedly :::


Anton: "Damn, that's a whole lotta piss! Anyway…here are the people on that list: Splash, Splash, and oh, big surprise, Splash!! You’re going down Saturday Mr. Williams…that’s all there is to it! You don’t have anywhere the skills of me and everyone will know it after the show. Reina, well, I just plain don’t like you. Your a girl. Now, I’m not saying girls shouldn’t wrestle, I’m saying girls shouldn’t wrestle ME. I’m sure you would understand if I...say...beat the hell out of you and went on doing my thing? Not that I underestimate you, I know what you can do in the ring perfectly well, but it absolutly will NOT do any good against me. You’ve never faced anyone LIKE me Reina...bottom line."


::: Anton cracks a smile, walking on past the camera. He joins back up with his friends, and they continue down the street, looking for another bar. The camera follows them for a few seconds as the group shouts and laughs. A few of them can be heard voicing their disbelief at his actions regarding his releave-ation of himself. Anton just laughs, moving on down the dark street......then the screen fades out :::

(((Fade 2 Black)))

"You honestly think you can be Perfection?"

"I don’t think so."

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