Matt doesn't usually read my fan fiction on account of me talking about it so much he already knows what the content will be and assumes it's not for him. However, he read my "Net Worth: The Quinn and Wade Edition" and said that in addition to my vision of Arturo being overwritten and overwrought, he thought it was too obvious that it was fanfic. Real teleplays in the 90s, Matt said, did not have characters referring to past events and speaking to a lengthy history between the lead characters, so a script where Quinn and Wade run into Hurley, Kelly Welles and speak with fond remembrance of all the crazy crap they've been through is clearly written by an amateur as opposed to a professional.
In that sense, "Raging Quinn" is totally professional: it has absolutely no love or fondness for Quinn, Wade, Rembrandt and Arturo whatsoever. Quinn, when affected by The Rage, becomes an angry, callous, abrasive, aggressive bruiser; there is no sense that the writer wondered how much a threat Quinn Mallory would be if he took his body of knowledge and ingenuity and cleverness and turned all of it towards fueling and acting on anger. Arturo, when affected by The Rage, becomes hot tempered and shouts a lot -- which is pretty much his default behaviour to begin with except the script has him getting upset over room service.
There is absolutely no insight into the characters. There is absolutely no effort to get to the heart of these people, to engage with what makes them tick, or to even give the actors something intriguing and multi-layered to play. The explanation for why the brainy characters get angry (intense heat!?!?) is incoherent. There is no rising action, there is no meaningful moment of climax -- the story just stops dead once it hits the page count needed. The fact that David Peckinpah hated this script suggests that he must have been having a good week to recognize this inane collection of empty set pieces as the travesty it is.
This script is indeed a professional piece of work, one that makes me proud to be amateur.