Anarchist MD

Anarchist MD is once again in a dark secluded room. He looks up to the camera and pulls out a lighter. He ignites it, which shows his face, creepily staring off into the distance. He lowers the lighter and lights a candle on a nearby table. Anarchist MD: So, Turmoil was certainly... eventful. I finally shut up that Jerome guy and his sidekick. Well, I'm being a bit mean to Jerome. It was really his sidekick that was making things tough. Although, Jerome did keep calling me a rookie. Ah, who cares? They were both assholes on their own right. MD then sits back and has a little chuckle to himself. He then sits towards and looks at the camera with a smile. Anarchist MD: I'll be completely honest. Jerome gave me a good fight. The best one I've had in a while. You're certainly a hell of a lot better then half of the goons I have to deal with outside of nightclubs and bars. That is for certain. If it weren't for your attitudes, I might of actually wanted to work with you. But hey, the past is now behind us and you blew it. Tough luck. Besides, I'd rather be alone anyway. MD stands up and looks out the window, which overlooks a dark and gloomy sky, with only the moon illuminating the darkness. Anarchist MD: Before any of you say "He's just another edgy lone wolf!", shut it. Unlike most, I actually have a reason to keep to myself. Most of my friends are either my enemies, dead or stabbed me in the back. Football pals, cousins, old love interests. You name em, I've had to deal with them. When you're alone, there is none of that. It's just you and your thoughts. I particularly enjoy my own thoughts, so I'll be in good company for a while. As for what is next, you tell me. MD goes to the door and opens it looking behind him. Anarchist MD: I'm always up for a fight, and if any of you people are interested, the door is open and my boot will be eagerly awaiting your face. Cheers. He closes the door behind him with a slam and the candle burns out. (END)

A figure sits alone in a dimly lit room, with rain trickling outside catching on the walls. He lowers his hood to reveal himself. Anarchist MD: So, I have finally arrived here in OCW. Have to say, it's about bloody time I got here. You have no idea how boring it gets just beating up the same old schmucks in the same dirty alleyways for a few years. Here, I can finally see what all the talk is about. MD stands stands up and starts to wrap some wrist tape around his bloody and bruised knuckles. Anarchist MD: I've fought a fair amount of people in my day, but from what I've heard, this is where the big boys play. If that's the case, you can bet your ass that I was inevitably going to show up. I've been dying for an opportunity like this for quite some time, and now it has finally arrived. He finishes wrapping up his fists and then walks to the door. Anarchist MD: From what I've heard, I'm facing this guy on a show called Turmoil. I believe his name was... Jerome Hamilton. Now to whoever this Jerome is, please rest assured that just because I'm a rookie doesn't mean I'm going to be another simple step on the highway that is your career. I'm going to act as a roadblock, and believe me, I'm not letting you past anytime soon. What I want from you is a fight and what I mean by that is this. I want you to fight like it's your last day on Earth. I want you to fight like your life depends on it. I want you to fight with everything you have! Why? MD opens the door and walks through it, putting his hood back up. Anarchist MD: Because if you don't, I'm afraid that you'll simply won't survive my dear Jerome. THE END