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8 Man Number One Contender Battle Royal
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Just a formality
((FADEIN: Michael Manson, in black t-shirt and jeans is in front of a coffee table having setup the cheese statue of himself, with a head made of swiss cheese now. The camera focuses in on the cheese version of Manson.))
MANSON: The reason I resurrect my cheese persona is quite simple. It is to make a point and to display the newest piece of GLCW merchandise. But the point remains that Wired, an entire show, revolved around another man looking to make a cheese statue of myself because I told him to. As I keep saying, this entire promotion basically revolves around me and every one of my actions.
This battle royal is merely a formality since I am the real number one contender anyway, not that anyone has to do much to earn that. After Rabesque was granted tha by winning a match against the Jobber. Now of course the way to have been involved in the WarGames match was to have been wanted to kill me and thus, that is the golden path in GLCW.
Case in point, I decided to go and bring Jared Wells up from the gutter where he lay eating rats and writing rap lyrics on napkins. He has a match with me, one in which he decisively loses, and the next week he has a chance to earn a title shot. All of which has to do with me. After all, I don't see any cheese statues of Jared Wells around.
Now this also means that the Maelstrom/Rabesque match is irrelevant, but it's not like anyone really cares about that anyway, since everyone just really wants to see what I'll do during the match since it should be me in it. After all I was already champion once and a much better one than Maelstrom, whom I pinned a week after my own loss which everyone seems to conveniently forget.
But that's all right, since I already know and have stated that King Krusher wanted Maelstrom as his champion from the start. He didn't like the idea that I actually overshadow the title since people would rather kill me than win it, but it made all those title matches just so interesting. What is a world title mach without an artificial limb anyway?
And KK lays awake at night, scared of the day that I do come closer to that title. Because he would be like to be the one himself to actually face me in a match, but because he's retired..because he's scared...because he never would accept a match with me during his actual career..he has to send other people to do it. 7 in this case. But as I say, it's just a formality. I already went through a tournament and most of this promotion already..a battle royal really isn't that much of a challenge.
As things ae now, I am the only reason this promotion even exists. Jared Justice..Jarod Poe....Golem..all base their careers on wanting to beat or cripple me. Maelstrom exists only in my long and ungrateful shadow..Jean Rabesque can ever get over the fact that he can't be me..and everyone already in the battle royale wants to get where I am.
And yeah, Anarky, that includes you. I realize you want to and face Maelstrom quite badly and it seemed right after you debuted that you would, but of course King Krusher can't allow that sort of free thinking around the main event scene..so things haven't really worked out like that for you. They won't now either, because, as always my own self-interest exceeds all others. But there'll be another time, patience can be quite the virtue.
I've already waited long enough myself.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson, in black t-shirt and jeans is in front of a coffee table having setup the cheese statue of himself, with a head made of swiss cheese now. The camera focuses in on the cheese version of Manson.))
MANSON: The reason I resurrect my cheese persona is quite simple. It is to make a point and to display the newest piece of GLCW merchandise. But the point remains that Wired, an entire show, revolved around another man looking to make a cheese statue of myself because I told him to. As I keep saying, this entire promotion basically revolves around me and every one of my actions.
This battle royal is merely a formality since I am the real number one contender anyway, not that anyone has to do much to earn that. After Rabesque was granted tha by winning a match against the Jobber. Now of course the way to have been involved in the WarGames match was to have been wanted to kill me and thus, that is the golden path in GLCW.
Case in point, I decided to go and bring Jared Wells up from the gutter where he lay eating rats and writing rap lyrics on napkins. He has a match with me, one in which he decisively loses, and the next week he has a chance to earn a title shot. All of which has to do with me. After all, I don't see any cheese statues of Jared Wells around.
Now this also means that the Maelstrom/Rabesque match is irrelevant, but it's not like anyone really cares about that anyway, since everyone just really wants to see what I'll do during the match since it should be me in it. After all I was already champion once and a much better one than Maelstrom, whom I pinned a week after my own loss which everyone seems to conveniently forget.
But that's all right, since I already know and have stated that King Krusher wanted Maelstrom as his champion from the start. He didn't like the idea that I actually overshadow the title since people would rather kill me than win it, but it made all those title matches just so interesting. What is a world title mach without an artificial limb anyway?
And KK lays awake at night, scared of the day that I do come closer to that title. Because he would be like to be the one himself to actually face me in a match, but because he's retired..because he's scared...because he never would accept a match with me during his actual career..he has to send other people to do it. 7 in this case. But as I say, it's just a formality. I already went through a tournament and most of this promotion already..a battle royal really isn't that much of a challenge.
As things ae now, I am the only reason this promotion even exists. Jared Justice..Jarod Poe....Golem..all base their careers on wanting to beat or cripple me. Maelstrom exists only in my long and ungrateful shadow..Jean Rabesque can ever get over the fact that he can't be me..and everyone already in the battle royale wants to get where I am.
And yeah, Anarky, that includes you. I realize you want to and face Maelstrom quite badly and it seemed right after you debuted that you would, but of course King Krusher can't allow that sort of free thinking around the main event scene..so things haven't really worked out like that for you. They won't now either, because, as always my own self-interest exceeds all others. But there'll be another time, patience can be quite the virtue.
I've already waited long enough myself.
BarryClarkJr
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So Close....
(Camera opens up to an outside shot of the Value City Arena. Then the camera fades to the inside of the arena and from a distance you see a man walking around looking everywhere. Camera zooms to Jared Wells who takes a seat in the empty arena wearing blue jeans, black leather jacket and has a slurpee in his hand)
JARED WELLS: You know a lot of people doubted me over the years. They said J.W. is not cut out to be the REAL CHAMPION. In fact over the years when I held the WWL title they called me the PAPER CHAMPION. Then when I got a chance to step up to the plate I blew it. I was every companies nightmare. It's amazing how times change so fast, so quick. The GLCW really gave me the second shot a life itself. NEW START, a clean slate. I remember when I called the GLCW for a job they clearly said "NO", my services are not welcomed. After a few weeks of talks I finally signed, and I remember my first day in the back I got the COLD SHOULDER from every single person. All the way from the cameraman to the water boy. When I told the GLCW I changed.......I REALLY CHANGED. Here we are now. I've made a few friends, a couple enemies, and I won all my fans back. It's pretty obvious RAGE 'o FIRE is still forever and plans on rolling for a long, long TIME!
Now, we've had our ups 'n downs here in the GLCW. But there is one thing that I've learned since coming back. You can't win 'em all. I told all my fans I would give something back to the people.....something that they've waited for a long time now. It would be a matter of time until I get my shot at the GLCW heavyweight championship belt. I would start at the very bottom and work my ass up to the top. So far, I have not let my fans down. RAGE 'o FIRE has signed to be in a BATTLE ROYAL to see who in fact is the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER. I'm gonna shoot with you people on this one, I'm totally honored to be in the battle royal with these men. Myself and seven other guys will bang heads in this arena in a couple of weeks. A few guys here have some unfinished business with me. But let's go down the list here...
ANARKY, how the hell are ya? It's been a little while since we've talked. If I remember correctly our match ended in a DQ right? 'Ol Rage didn't forget our encounter. Not really what I had in mind but in the battle royal, you'll be my list coming into the BATTLE ROYAL. You think you can walk away with a DQ win? I don't think so. Thousands of my friends will be breathing down your neck until we settle the score once and more all.
MICHAEL MANSON, what's going on bud? Even though your a sick son of #####, deep down inside there is a little bit of RESPECT between each other. You beat me one, two three. What can I say, you were the better man that night. But once the battle royal starts my friend, don't be surprised when I grab your head and throw you over the top rope first. Nothing personal pal, just business.
CANNONBALL KIDD, dude, what's up?! Boy do I have a bone to pick with you. Not only did you make me mad, but you beat me with the 'ol foot trick on the ropes thingy. To be honest with you, I don't blame you for cheating. Just don't be surprised if pull some old tricks out of my bag........
As for Nikolai Ash, Nemesis, Jonathan Marx and The Jobber, I know who you guys are and I didn't over look you. I've seen your work and I know what you guys are capable of doing. But if you don't know who I am, I'm RAGE 'o FIRE, Jared Wells. I've been busting my ass for a long time now. I'm on a mission to become the NUMBER ONE GUY in this business again. There is nothing anybody can do about it. Me and my fans are walking out NUMBER ONE CONTENDER....
TIME HAS COME TO RAGE....
(Wells gets up from the seat and walk away)
(...FADEOUT)
(Camera opens up to an outside shot of the Value City Arena. Then the camera fades to the inside of the arena and from a distance you see a man walking around looking everywhere. Camera zooms to Jared Wells who takes a seat in the empty arena wearing blue jeans, black leather jacket and has a slurpee in his hand)
JARED WELLS: You know a lot of people doubted me over the years. They said J.W. is not cut out to be the REAL CHAMPION. In fact over the years when I held the WWL title they called me the PAPER CHAMPION. Then when I got a chance to step up to the plate I blew it. I was every companies nightmare. It's amazing how times change so fast, so quick. The GLCW really gave me the second shot a life itself. NEW START, a clean slate. I remember when I called the GLCW for a job they clearly said "NO", my services are not welcomed. After a few weeks of talks I finally signed, and I remember my first day in the back I got the COLD SHOULDER from every single person. All the way from the cameraman to the water boy. When I told the GLCW I changed.......I REALLY CHANGED. Here we are now. I've made a few friends, a couple enemies, and I won all my fans back. It's pretty obvious RAGE 'o FIRE is still forever and plans on rolling for a long, long TIME!
Now, we've had our ups 'n downs here in the GLCW. But there is one thing that I've learned since coming back. You can't win 'em all. I told all my fans I would give something back to the people.....something that they've waited for a long time now. It would be a matter of time until I get my shot at the GLCW heavyweight championship belt. I would start at the very bottom and work my ass up to the top. So far, I have not let my fans down. RAGE 'o FIRE has signed to be in a BATTLE ROYAL to see who in fact is the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER. I'm gonna shoot with you people on this one, I'm totally honored to be in the battle royal with these men. Myself and seven other guys will bang heads in this arena in a couple of weeks. A few guys here have some unfinished business with me. But let's go down the list here...
ANARKY, how the hell are ya? It's been a little while since we've talked. If I remember correctly our match ended in a DQ right? 'Ol Rage didn't forget our encounter. Not really what I had in mind but in the battle royal, you'll be my list coming into the BATTLE ROYAL. You think you can walk away with a DQ win? I don't think so. Thousands of my friends will be breathing down your neck until we settle the score once and more all.
MICHAEL MANSON, what's going on bud? Even though your a sick son of #####, deep down inside there is a little bit of RESPECT between each other. You beat me one, two three. What can I say, you were the better man that night. But once the battle royal starts my friend, don't be surprised when I grab your head and throw you over the top rope first. Nothing personal pal, just business.
CANNONBALL KIDD, dude, what's up?! Boy do I have a bone to pick with you. Not only did you make me mad, but you beat me with the 'ol foot trick on the ropes thingy. To be honest with you, I don't blame you for cheating. Just don't be surprised if pull some old tricks out of my bag........
As for Nikolai Ash, Nemesis, Jonathan Marx and The Jobber, I know who you guys are and I didn't over look you. I've seen your work and I know what you guys are capable of doing. But if you don't know who I am, I'm RAGE 'o FIRE, Jared Wells. I've been busting my ass for a long time now. I'm on a mission to become the NUMBER ONE GUY in this business again. There is nothing anybody can do about it. Me and my fans are walking out NUMBER ONE CONTENDER....
TIME HAS COME TO RAGE....
(Wells gets up from the seat and walk away)
(...FADEOUT)
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The Feast
(FADEIN to a bright sunny day in a graveyard, somewhere in rural Connecticut. Headstones have been repeatedly desecrated and vines grow over ancient monuments that stretch towards a cloudless sky. The camera slowly creeps through the cemetery, which would be frightening at night, but at this time, seems tranquil. Finally, the camera settles on the man known only as Anarky, sitting on a stone bench and staring at a double headstone. The camera focuses on the names, but the engraving is long been eroded and the names can't be made out. After a few tense seconds of silence, he speaks, quietly, and a hint of vulnerability can be heard on his otherwise montonous voice.)
ANARKY: "Even here, where the truth should be most obvious, it finds a way to elude is. Always slipping from our blood-soaked fingers... always just one moment away from our grasp. Always fleeting. And yet we pretend, because we know no other way. We are afraid to admit, even to ourselves, our own vulnerability. Our own... humanity. Instead of accepting out fate, we ignore it. We are content to pretend that it matters... that we are somehow immune to the crushing wrath of time. That somehow, with enough success, with enough victory, with enough glory, we can outrun death. That we can outrun our own mortality.
"But we cannot. So do not attempt to fool me. Do not attempt to cover my eyes with your lies, for I have no use for them anymore. You think you walk the path of righteousness... that the blood on your hands is less tainted than mine. You mask your movement... and for what? To convince the masses of your inherent goodness? Of the justice in your greed? No... do not dare speak such words to me. You are all the same. Slight variations in the way you talk, the way you dress, the way you feel... but it's all the same. You all seek only one thing, and for the wrong reason. You know nothing of what a Champion is... nor do you care. You think the belt makes the Champion instead of the other way around. And because you will always see it that way, you will never be a Champion. Even if you had the belt, you still wouldn't have it. It will... always... elude you."
(He pauses and stares up into the bright blue sky for a moment. When he can take it no more, he looks down again at the grave, almost staring through it.)
ANARKY: "Eight men... will walk into the ring. Eight men reaching out towards their own destiny. But when the time comes, eight men will disappear and all that will be left is animal. Eight predators... eight prey... all scratching and clawing their way towards something they don't even understand. But what does it matter? You don't have to know why you want something to want it. Just because you seek shallow glory does not mean that your claws aren't sharpened... that you are incapable. Indeed, in that ring, we are all equal. Manson will tell you that the world revolves around him, and you will spend almost as much time refuting him, and so the cycles continue. The truth eludes you both. As it always will.
"It doesn't matter what you've done up until now. I have yet to fall here in GLCW, and Jared Wells has yet to prove anything, and yet here we are... standing on the same level, with the fruit dangling above our ravenous fangs... ready to strike. Ready to hunt, to kill, to do whatever it takes.
(He stands up suddenly, and kicks the ancient grave down. It falls loudly and breaks in half, though this is more a sign of its age than of Anarky's own strength. He reaches down and picks up one of the pieces of the headstone and throws it over a small fence, where it tumbles down into a ravine. He stands there, breathing heavily for a few moments, before speaking, now more quickly and loudly, more meancingly and viciously... )
ANARKY: "There is no past but what has taken us here. No accomplishments or titles. There are no former champions or legends here. Only monsters and monsters in disguise... and these days, you can barely tell the goddamned difference."
(He turns around and smiles, his lips reaching up widely into a maniacal grin, almost cartoonish.)
ANARKY: "But you're going to learn the difference. You're going to learn that appearances can be deceiving. You're going to learn that chaos favors the chaotic... that lawlessness favors the evil... that just because you think you EARNED IT doesn't mean you're going to GET IT. But most of all... you're going to learn... that there is a difference... between a man who speaks in circles and lies... and a man who has no use for anything but the truth. For it is the truth that hurts most. It is the truth from which you cannot escape. It is the truth from which YOU WILL SCREAM FOR SWEET MERCY.
"The TRUTH... is that there is only one monster... and seven little boys dancing. Little boys playing little boy games so they can get their little boy title... and this monster loves little boys. He loves to hear them scream. He loves to hear them weep. He loves to hear the way their bones crack when you bend them too far. And what he loves most is the desperate way in which they breathe... the way which they squirm... when they dreams shatter into tiny little pieces... and all that's left... is a shell... not even a little boy.. but a pathetic, dead animal."
(He reaches up and pulls out a chunk of his own hair, screaming wildly in the process. His breath quickens and he can only stare into the camera, his eyes never once losing their focus.)
ANARKY: "No longer will I sit idly by and watch as your throw your hands around the eyes of the foolish. No longer will I let you PRETEND that you know ANYTHING of JUSTICE or MORALITY. NO LONGER WILL I ALLOW YOU TO RUIN SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL... just because you can't stand the sight of your own blood pouring out of your mouth...
"... now is the time... to end this game. And now is the time... to begin this war. Now I begin my feast... now I begin to feed on the lifeblood of the very souls whom I despise... and when I'm done... only Maelstrom will remain...
"... and only one more dream to destroy... "
(He trails off, mumbling to himself... FADE TO BLACK.)
(FADEIN to a bright sunny day in a graveyard, somewhere in rural Connecticut. Headstones have been repeatedly desecrated and vines grow over ancient monuments that stretch towards a cloudless sky. The camera slowly creeps through the cemetery, which would be frightening at night, but at this time, seems tranquil. Finally, the camera settles on the man known only as Anarky, sitting on a stone bench and staring at a double headstone. The camera focuses on the names, but the engraving is long been eroded and the names can't be made out. After a few tense seconds of silence, he speaks, quietly, and a hint of vulnerability can be heard on his otherwise montonous voice.)
ANARKY: "Even here, where the truth should be most obvious, it finds a way to elude is. Always slipping from our blood-soaked fingers... always just one moment away from our grasp. Always fleeting. And yet we pretend, because we know no other way. We are afraid to admit, even to ourselves, our own vulnerability. Our own... humanity. Instead of accepting out fate, we ignore it. We are content to pretend that it matters... that we are somehow immune to the crushing wrath of time. That somehow, with enough success, with enough victory, with enough glory, we can outrun death. That we can outrun our own mortality.
"But we cannot. So do not attempt to fool me. Do not attempt to cover my eyes with your lies, for I have no use for them anymore. You think you walk the path of righteousness... that the blood on your hands is less tainted than mine. You mask your movement... and for what? To convince the masses of your inherent goodness? Of the justice in your greed? No... do not dare speak such words to me. You are all the same. Slight variations in the way you talk, the way you dress, the way you feel... but it's all the same. You all seek only one thing, and for the wrong reason. You know nothing of what a Champion is... nor do you care. You think the belt makes the Champion instead of the other way around. And because you will always see it that way, you will never be a Champion. Even if you had the belt, you still wouldn't have it. It will... always... elude you."
(He pauses and stares up into the bright blue sky for a moment. When he can take it no more, he looks down again at the grave, almost staring through it.)
ANARKY: "Eight men... will walk into the ring. Eight men reaching out towards their own destiny. But when the time comes, eight men will disappear and all that will be left is animal. Eight predators... eight prey... all scratching and clawing their way towards something they don't even understand. But what does it matter? You don't have to know why you want something to want it. Just because you seek shallow glory does not mean that your claws aren't sharpened... that you are incapable. Indeed, in that ring, we are all equal. Manson will tell you that the world revolves around him, and you will spend almost as much time refuting him, and so the cycles continue. The truth eludes you both. As it always will.
"It doesn't matter what you've done up until now. I have yet to fall here in GLCW, and Jared Wells has yet to prove anything, and yet here we are... standing on the same level, with the fruit dangling above our ravenous fangs... ready to strike. Ready to hunt, to kill, to do whatever it takes.
(He stands up suddenly, and kicks the ancient grave down. It falls loudly and breaks in half, though this is more a sign of its age than of Anarky's own strength. He reaches down and picks up one of the pieces of the headstone and throws it over a small fence, where it tumbles down into a ravine. He stands there, breathing heavily for a few moments, before speaking, now more quickly and loudly, more meancingly and viciously... )
ANARKY: "There is no past but what has taken us here. No accomplishments or titles. There are no former champions or legends here. Only monsters and monsters in disguise... and these days, you can barely tell the goddamned difference."
(He turns around and smiles, his lips reaching up widely into a maniacal grin, almost cartoonish.)
ANARKY: "But you're going to learn the difference. You're going to learn that appearances can be deceiving. You're going to learn that chaos favors the chaotic... that lawlessness favors the evil... that just because you think you EARNED IT doesn't mean you're going to GET IT. But most of all... you're going to learn... that there is a difference... between a man who speaks in circles and lies... and a man who has no use for anything but the truth. For it is the truth that hurts most. It is the truth from which you cannot escape. It is the truth from which YOU WILL SCREAM FOR SWEET MERCY.
"The TRUTH... is that there is only one monster... and seven little boys dancing. Little boys playing little boy games so they can get their little boy title... and this monster loves little boys. He loves to hear them scream. He loves to hear them weep. He loves to hear the way their bones crack when you bend them too far. And what he loves most is the desperate way in which they breathe... the way which they squirm... when they dreams shatter into tiny little pieces... and all that's left... is a shell... not even a little boy.. but a pathetic, dead animal."
(He reaches up and pulls out a chunk of his own hair, screaming wildly in the process. His breath quickens and he can only stare into the camera, his eyes never once losing their focus.)
ANARKY: "No longer will I sit idly by and watch as your throw your hands around the eyes of the foolish. No longer will I let you PRETEND that you know ANYTHING of JUSTICE or MORALITY. NO LONGER WILL I ALLOW YOU TO RUIN SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL... just because you can't stand the sight of your own blood pouring out of your mouth...
"... now is the time... to end this game. And now is the time... to begin this war. Now I begin my feast... now I begin to feed on the lifeblood of the very souls whom I despise... and when I'm done... only Maelstrom will remain...
"... and only one more dream to destroy... "
(He trails off, mumbling to himself... FADE TO BLACK.)
GARTHIsTheLaw
League Member
Yet again
(Cueup: "Kickout" by the Exies)
(Things start out with a black screen. After a few seconds, the words "CANNONBALL KIDD" appear, grow seemingly closer to the camera, and then fade out. They are followed by "A MAN" and "WITH A MESSAGE". After the text is a close-up on Cannonball Kidd's eyes, covered as always by his signature flight goggles)
Cannonball Kidd: As a self-actualized person, I generally do a pretty good job of avoiding life's little vices. I wouldn't say it's a requirement per se, but it's still something I enjoy doing just because I have enough self-control to do so. And thus, for the most part, I remain vice-free.
(Camera zooms out to show Cannonball's full face)
Cannonball Kidd: But note that I DID say "for the most part." Since I'm a professional wrestler, I can't help my inclination towards one particular little vice: Pride. There are a lot of aspects of myself that I pride myself on, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. And one of those aspects is my uniqueness. After all, how many other self-actualized superstars are there in the wrestling business? None that I've seen yet.
(Cannonball adopts an overly dramatic "troubled" look)
Cannonball Kidd: But recently, I became aware of a major threat to my uniqueness. It has come to my attention that I may be in danger of becoming...dare I say it...clichè.
(He shudders)
Cannonball Kidd: Yes, it's true...I fear I may be becoming clichè. Now, fortunately for me, this is not a general sort of clichè. I don't think that EVERYTHING I say is clichè. It's just one thing in particular. Something that it seems I'm ALWAYS talking about. Something that is the first thing to come out of my mouth every time I have a new match announced. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about.
(The camera zooms out to show Cannonball's torso as he smiles widely in an inspirational manner)
Cannonball: OPPORTUNITY, of course! Every time I'm told of my next match, I always have to make some remark about opportunity. First it was the opportunity to prove myself in GLCW, then it was the opportunity to move up in the ranks by taking on more suitable competition, then it was the opportunity to win a shot at the Television title, then it was the opportunity to get "Showtime" Steven James out of my hair once and for all, and NOW just look - at the upcoming Riptide in Columbus, I have a chance to win a shot at the World Heavyweight title! All I have to do is throw a few people over the top rope, and the title shot is mine.
(Cannonball adopts a faux thoughtful look)
Cannonball Kidd: And while we're talking about opportunity, what about the opportunity to spread my Message? We're talking about seven opponents here! Surely at least ONE of them will be willing to listen to what I have to say! And they really run the gamut of self-actualization levels, too. From the absolute bottom of the barrel in "Rage 'o Fire" Jared Wells to one of the closest calls I've seen since arriving in GLCW in Michael Manson, I'm certain to find someone to accept my program. But the opportunities don't end there.
(Cannonball puts his hand to his forehead as if overwhelmed)
Cannonball Kidd: There's ALSO the opportunity to prove that Nemesis's past two victories over me were nothing more than flukes when I throw him over the top rope, since that seems to be everyone's favorite reason to discount the effectiveness of my program. I can't imagine what more I could ask for.
(Cannonball shrugs)
Cannonball Kidd: But I suppose I should say a thing or two about the recent statements made by a select few of my opponents. The remaining four of you need not worry, because I'll get to you in good time, but since three of you have taken the time to speak, the least I can do is respond. I'll start with Michael Manson...but really, what is there to say? This is a guy who's practically done it all in the wrestling business, and I'd say that based on the rankings, he has to be the favorite going into this match. This is a guy who might have a good shot at being self-actualized if he would only work on some of his nagging flaws, like his inability to take anything seriously.
(Cannonball thinks for a moment)
Cannonball Kidd: Then there's Jared Wells, but again, what is there to say? He's had the chance to take advantage of my program, but chose to turn me down and continue on the road toward retiring in disgrace for the 27th time, and I doubt Riptide will be too much different unless he wises up. And then there's Anarky...but for the third time, what is there to say? I'm sure everyone's seen the promo Anarky just did, and based on that I'd say he definitely needs some help. Maybe mine, maybe that of a mental health professional, who am I to say? I'm not a psychiatrist. I'm sure Anarky will rationalize his obviously shattered mental state by talking about how he can back it up in the ring, but need I remind you, Anarky, that it will be very destructive to your wrestling career when you wind up in a lunatic asylum? Maybe you ought to think about listening to my Message...I think maybe you'd benefit a little from Michael Manson's "never takes anything seriously" vice, pal. Not too much I can say to help here.
(Zoom back in on Cannonball's face)
Cannonball Kidd: But hey...I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm sure that, in due time, I'll have many chances to figure out how I can help all my opponents in this match. For now, I'll just sit back and observe for a bit - it won't be easy, but part of being self-actualized is the ability to overcome challenges. And once I overcome THAT challenge, I'm sure the challenge of winning the battle royal will be no problem at all. Because to many of the participants in this battle royal, I'm sure I just seem like cannon fodder for the big guns, but you couldn't be more wrong. I'm no whipping BOY...I'm a Man...
(Zoom in on Cannonball's eyes)
Cannonball Kidd: ...with a Message.
(Cueup: "Kickout" by the Exies)
(Things start out with a black screen. After a few seconds, the words "CANNONBALL KIDD" appear, grow seemingly closer to the camera, and then fade out. They are followed by "A MAN" and "WITH A MESSAGE". After the text is a close-up on Cannonball Kidd's eyes, covered as always by his signature flight goggles)
Cannonball Kidd: As a self-actualized person, I generally do a pretty good job of avoiding life's little vices. I wouldn't say it's a requirement per se, but it's still something I enjoy doing just because I have enough self-control to do so. And thus, for the most part, I remain vice-free.
(Camera zooms out to show Cannonball's full face)
Cannonball Kidd: But note that I DID say "for the most part." Since I'm a professional wrestler, I can't help my inclination towards one particular little vice: Pride. There are a lot of aspects of myself that I pride myself on, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. And one of those aspects is my uniqueness. After all, how many other self-actualized superstars are there in the wrestling business? None that I've seen yet.
(Cannonball adopts an overly dramatic "troubled" look)
Cannonball Kidd: But recently, I became aware of a major threat to my uniqueness. It has come to my attention that I may be in danger of becoming...dare I say it...clichè.
(He shudders)
Cannonball Kidd: Yes, it's true...I fear I may be becoming clichè. Now, fortunately for me, this is not a general sort of clichè. I don't think that EVERYTHING I say is clichè. It's just one thing in particular. Something that it seems I'm ALWAYS talking about. Something that is the first thing to come out of my mouth every time I have a new match announced. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about.
(The camera zooms out to show Cannonball's torso as he smiles widely in an inspirational manner)
Cannonball: OPPORTUNITY, of course! Every time I'm told of my next match, I always have to make some remark about opportunity. First it was the opportunity to prove myself in GLCW, then it was the opportunity to move up in the ranks by taking on more suitable competition, then it was the opportunity to win a shot at the Television title, then it was the opportunity to get "Showtime" Steven James out of my hair once and for all, and NOW just look - at the upcoming Riptide in Columbus, I have a chance to win a shot at the World Heavyweight title! All I have to do is throw a few people over the top rope, and the title shot is mine.
(Cannonball adopts a faux thoughtful look)
Cannonball Kidd: And while we're talking about opportunity, what about the opportunity to spread my Message? We're talking about seven opponents here! Surely at least ONE of them will be willing to listen to what I have to say! And they really run the gamut of self-actualization levels, too. From the absolute bottom of the barrel in "Rage 'o Fire" Jared Wells to one of the closest calls I've seen since arriving in GLCW in Michael Manson, I'm certain to find someone to accept my program. But the opportunities don't end there.
(Cannonball puts his hand to his forehead as if overwhelmed)
Cannonball Kidd: There's ALSO the opportunity to prove that Nemesis's past two victories over me were nothing more than flukes when I throw him over the top rope, since that seems to be everyone's favorite reason to discount the effectiveness of my program. I can't imagine what more I could ask for.
(Cannonball shrugs)
Cannonball Kidd: But I suppose I should say a thing or two about the recent statements made by a select few of my opponents. The remaining four of you need not worry, because I'll get to you in good time, but since three of you have taken the time to speak, the least I can do is respond. I'll start with Michael Manson...but really, what is there to say? This is a guy who's practically done it all in the wrestling business, and I'd say that based on the rankings, he has to be the favorite going into this match. This is a guy who might have a good shot at being self-actualized if he would only work on some of his nagging flaws, like his inability to take anything seriously.
(Cannonball thinks for a moment)
Cannonball Kidd: Then there's Jared Wells, but again, what is there to say? He's had the chance to take advantage of my program, but chose to turn me down and continue on the road toward retiring in disgrace for the 27th time, and I doubt Riptide will be too much different unless he wises up. And then there's Anarky...but for the third time, what is there to say? I'm sure everyone's seen the promo Anarky just did, and based on that I'd say he definitely needs some help. Maybe mine, maybe that of a mental health professional, who am I to say? I'm not a psychiatrist. I'm sure Anarky will rationalize his obviously shattered mental state by talking about how he can back it up in the ring, but need I remind you, Anarky, that it will be very destructive to your wrestling career when you wind up in a lunatic asylum? Maybe you ought to think about listening to my Message...I think maybe you'd benefit a little from Michael Manson's "never takes anything seriously" vice, pal. Not too much I can say to help here.
(Zoom back in on Cannonball's face)
Cannonball Kidd: But hey...I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm sure that, in due time, I'll have many chances to figure out how I can help all my opponents in this match. For now, I'll just sit back and observe for a bit - it won't be easy, but part of being self-actualized is the ability to overcome challenges. And once I overcome THAT challenge, I'm sure the challenge of winning the battle royal will be no problem at all. Because to many of the participants in this battle royal, I'm sure I just seem like cannon fodder for the big guns, but you couldn't be more wrong. I'm no whipping BOY...I'm a Man...
(Zoom in on Cannonball's eyes)
Cannonball Kidd: ...with a Message.
Manson
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The People's Champ
((FADEIN: The People's Champion, Father of 4th dimensional travel Michael Manson, in black jeans and leather jacket, stands in his backyard in an area fenced off.))
MANSON: People say I don't take anything seriously? How can anyone claim such a thing? Obviously, I have to take certain things seriously, otherwise I would have nothing in life, live out of a cradboard box, and eat a butcher shop's leftovers. Like Jared Wells was doing before our match.
And I take that match seriously...not because of any mutual respect for Wells like he wants to think because after all he was an utter disappointment and I went in having lowered standards. No, because I went in and proved to everyone..that Mike Manson is without doubt the one, true People's Champ.
When even a referee reverses a decision to give me the nod..me known for my ...ahem..creative ways of winning....it clear cut and decisive that he didn't change his mind because of a broken rope, no, but because the voice of the people roared their disapproval and he had to act before some type of riot broke out. After all, Jared Wells actually winning a match is surely a sign of the apocalypse, which explains all that crowd noise..people must have been going hysterical until the ref stepped in to restore order.
And Cannoball Kid, you have a message and have selected this forum to get it across. I can respect that, really, in fact under better circumstances I would use my standing as the one and only People's Champ to help you. But alas, the timing is not right. Because as I say this is a formality for the people to come and cheer their champion. There won't be time for your message sadly. However, if you are able, type me up a 5 or 6 page essay and I'll consider if I will be able to pass it out to my legions. I will have to take off for spelling and grammar however. Better yet, maybe you can learn from me. You claim I'm not self-actualized, but I say I have to be, what else would the People's Champ be?
It is also my place to tell you, Nark, you're wrong. I don't think the world revolves around me, no, clearly it doesn't. Just the GLCW does. And statement of fact is not arrogance. Things aren't working out for you, Nark, and I've tried to help you. I can't help it if you can't escape the overwhelming aura of the People's Champion. In your ideal world, you're facing Maelstrom for the title. Instead, the likes of Jean Rabesque are instead. I dislike that as well, but there's always this battle royal to make things more..equtable. Unfortunately, it's you or me..and that normally means me. Now it doesn't really matter to me whether its Rabesque or Maelstrom..but I think you would rather prefer Maelstrom. Which is fine, since after I get my title shot, he won't have a title no matter what and you can go after him as much as you want. That's me, the People's Champ. Alays willing to help.
But furthermore, to completely analyze the match...I've gone not to computer simulations..no..but to nature.
((Camera shifts to a large dark roster pecking in a corner.))
That's right..Mike Manson..your People's Champ has expanded to pastry..midgets..film..and now cock fighting. Ths is Mike Manson, the roster version.
((Manson reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a small blade that he attachs to the roster's beak.))
And to prove his superiority..the kind I have in the GLCW..he took on 7 other rosters for the title of the..People's Roster.
((B/W shots of the roster attacking other chickens without blades. FADE BACK to Manson, now with a bucket of KFC, original recipe.))
MNSON(with a drumstick in hand): And he's giving the challenge to other rosters out there..he'll be at Riptide in my corner,waiting for it. Like his human equivalent, he tore through the compeition, as I will. That's right..as an added bonus..there will be a GLCW Cock Fight....Why? Because God knows we something other that world title match. And because I can..because all of my people will watch anything I do.
((FOCUS on the roster, pecking and pecking.)
((FADEIN: The People's Champion, Father of 4th dimensional travel Michael Manson, in black jeans and leather jacket, stands in his backyard in an area fenced off.))
MANSON: People say I don't take anything seriously? How can anyone claim such a thing? Obviously, I have to take certain things seriously, otherwise I would have nothing in life, live out of a cradboard box, and eat a butcher shop's leftovers. Like Jared Wells was doing before our match.
And I take that match seriously...not because of any mutual respect for Wells like he wants to think because after all he was an utter disappointment and I went in having lowered standards. No, because I went in and proved to everyone..that Mike Manson is without doubt the one, true People's Champ.
When even a referee reverses a decision to give me the nod..me known for my ...ahem..creative ways of winning....it clear cut and decisive that he didn't change his mind because of a broken rope, no, but because the voice of the people roared their disapproval and he had to act before some type of riot broke out. After all, Jared Wells actually winning a match is surely a sign of the apocalypse, which explains all that crowd noise..people must have been going hysterical until the ref stepped in to restore order.
And Cannoball Kid, you have a message and have selected this forum to get it across. I can respect that, really, in fact under better circumstances I would use my standing as the one and only People's Champ to help you. But alas, the timing is not right. Because as I say this is a formality for the people to come and cheer their champion. There won't be time for your message sadly. However, if you are able, type me up a 5 or 6 page essay and I'll consider if I will be able to pass it out to my legions. I will have to take off for spelling and grammar however. Better yet, maybe you can learn from me. You claim I'm not self-actualized, but I say I have to be, what else would the People's Champ be?
It is also my place to tell you, Nark, you're wrong. I don't think the world revolves around me, no, clearly it doesn't. Just the GLCW does. And statement of fact is not arrogance. Things aren't working out for you, Nark, and I've tried to help you. I can't help it if you can't escape the overwhelming aura of the People's Champion. In your ideal world, you're facing Maelstrom for the title. Instead, the likes of Jean Rabesque are instead. I dislike that as well, but there's always this battle royal to make things more..equtable. Unfortunately, it's you or me..and that normally means me. Now it doesn't really matter to me whether its Rabesque or Maelstrom..but I think you would rather prefer Maelstrom. Which is fine, since after I get my title shot, he won't have a title no matter what and you can go after him as much as you want. That's me, the People's Champ. Alays willing to help.
But furthermore, to completely analyze the match...I've gone not to computer simulations..no..but to nature.
((Camera shifts to a large dark roster pecking in a corner.))
That's right..Mike Manson..your People's Champ has expanded to pastry..midgets..film..and now cock fighting. Ths is Mike Manson, the roster version.
((Manson reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a small blade that he attachs to the roster's beak.))
And to prove his superiority..the kind I have in the GLCW..he took on 7 other rosters for the title of the..People's Roster.
((B/W shots of the roster attacking other chickens without blades. FADE BACK to Manson, now with a bucket of KFC, original recipe.))
MNSON(with a drumstick in hand): And he's giving the challenge to other rosters out there..he'll be at Riptide in my corner,waiting for it. Like his human equivalent, he tore through the compeition, as I will. That's right..as an added bonus..there will be a GLCW Cock Fight....Why? Because God knows we something other that world title match. And because I can..because all of my people will watch anything I do.
((FOCUS on the roster, pecking and pecking.)
BarryClarkJr
DADDY
What If?
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-21-03 AT 10:07 AM (EST)]CUEUP: 'Here To Stay' by Korn)
(Camera opens up to a short video of Wells in the GLCW)
(Camera then opens to an overview of a rainy day as you see Wells running an empty track. Nobody around as the camera gets closer to Wells. He is wearing white running shorts, and a grey fleece with a hood over his head. The rain continues to pour as Wells stops to get his breath. Music stops.)
JARED WELLS: It seems like I'm the FUN 'n JOKE around here. Everybody wants to take the special cheap shot at me to bring me down. (Laughs) Fine, great, no problem. While you guys sit there claim all these things, I'm out busting my ass, training very hard. You see this is not some wrestling match. This isn't your typical interview neither. This is about putting eight dogs in cage and see which one comes out ALIVE. Who really is the number one contender?
Ya know at first I really didn't think I deserved to be in the battle royal, but now I do. My odds on winning maybe low but that's how it's been my entire career. I was never the odds on favorite to win anything. But here is my chance to PROVE to all that I'm worthy enough. Here is my chance to TAKE the ball and RUN with the damn thing. Prove to all of the GLCW that I'm an ICON. My fans know what RAGE 'o FIRE can do. They know if they stick with me each and every way in the match that we can win. I plan on making the ultimate sacrifice just to win the battle royal.
If I have to die trying, so be it. My gut is telling me I'm a little scared, but my heart is telling me GO ON, DO IT! Prove to them your not some cheap champion. Oh I got something to prove alright. Whether I gotta bring a chair or bring these (waves fists in air). Either way JARED WELLS will prove that he is a TOP DOG in the GLCW. RAGE 'o FIRE is no doubt FOREVER whether you like it or not. I love this business and I would do anything for it.
Kidd, Anarky, Manson, others, bring everything you got. That's all I got to say about it. Time has come to RAGE.......
(Wells rubs his hands and runs off as the camera fades)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-21-03 AT 10:07 AM (EST)]CUEUP: 'Here To Stay' by Korn)
(Camera opens up to a short video of Wells in the GLCW)
(Camera then opens to an overview of a rainy day as you see Wells running an empty track. Nobody around as the camera gets closer to Wells. He is wearing white running shorts, and a grey fleece with a hood over his head. The rain continues to pour as Wells stops to get his breath. Music stops.)
JARED WELLS: It seems like I'm the FUN 'n JOKE around here. Everybody wants to take the special cheap shot at me to bring me down. (Laughs) Fine, great, no problem. While you guys sit there claim all these things, I'm out busting my ass, training very hard. You see this is not some wrestling match. This isn't your typical interview neither. This is about putting eight dogs in cage and see which one comes out ALIVE. Who really is the number one contender?
Ya know at first I really didn't think I deserved to be in the battle royal, but now I do. My odds on winning maybe low but that's how it's been my entire career. I was never the odds on favorite to win anything. But here is my chance to PROVE to all that I'm worthy enough. Here is my chance to TAKE the ball and RUN with the damn thing. Prove to all of the GLCW that I'm an ICON. My fans know what RAGE 'o FIRE can do. They know if they stick with me each and every way in the match that we can win. I plan on making the ultimate sacrifice just to win the battle royal.
If I have to die trying, so be it. My gut is telling me I'm a little scared, but my heart is telling me GO ON, DO IT! Prove to them your not some cheap champion. Oh I got something to prove alright. Whether I gotta bring a chair or bring these (waves fists in air). Either way JARED WELLS will prove that he is a TOP DOG in the GLCW. RAGE 'o FIRE is no doubt FOREVER whether you like it or not. I love this business and I would do anything for it.
Kidd, Anarky, Manson, others, bring everything you got. That's all I got to say about it. Time has come to RAGE.......
(Wells rubs his hands and runs off as the camera fades)
JLevinson
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Misconception
(FADEIN to GLCW stalwart Tony Ross, standing in front of a YMCA center in an undisclosed location. He's wearing his usual suit and is holding the microphone, ready to speak.)
TONY ROSS: "Ladies and gentlemen, since arriving here in the GLCW, Anarky has repeatedly denied all interview requests with our staff. Despite our best efforts, he refuses to speak on camera to us, calling us stupid and unnecessary. However, just a few moments ago, I received an anonymous tip that he is actually inside this YMCA, helping out children and donating his money to charity. Of course, as soon as I heard about something this... out of character for him, I got here as quickly as I could. Let's go inside and see if we can get a few words."
(He turns around and walks in the front door. The cameraman follows him down a poorly lit hallway and they hang a left into a large gymnasium. Lo and behold, Anarky is standing with an enormous group of kids ranging from ages five to thirteen or so. He's a tasteful gray three-piece suit and his long hair is combed and pulled back into a ponytail. At first, he doesn't notice anyone else watching.)
TONY ROSS: "Anarky! Anarky! Can we please ask you a question or two?"
(Anarky looks up, obviously annoyed. However, he doesn't want to show it in front of the kids, so he excuses himself for a moment and walks up to Ross.)
ANARKY: "What is it?"
TONY ROSS: "Anarky, we received an anonymous tip that you'd be here today, helping out children. Knowing your disposition towards violence and self-proclamations of being a monster, this hardly seems characteristic of you."
ANARKY: "That's not a question."
TONY ROSS: "Alright, fine. Why do you constantly proclaim yourself a monster and an evil man while you spend your free time helping needy children? Are you afraid of being known as a good guy by the fans?"
ANARKY: "Afraid? Of being a good guy? Damn, Tony, I've heard you ask some stupid questions, but you are really raising the bar here. Listen. What I do on my own time is my business, and has nothing to do with my career. Understand?"
TONY ROSS: "Yes, but Anarky, maybe if more fans knew what an upstanding guy you are outside the ring, maybe you'd be more popular."
ANARKY: "Popular, Ross? POPULAR?!? Why should I care. If a fan likes me, fine. Let him go buy my t-shirt and help support the never-ending machine of capitalism. I don't care. If the fans want to boo me, they can go right ahead. They don't like the way I do things in the ring, fine. I ain't losin' sleep over it."
TONY ROSS: "Yet how can a man who supposedly doesn't care stand here and play with these kids? Obviously, you aren't entirely honest about how you really are a halfway decent guy."
(Suddenly, his face changes, and he can no longer keep his cool. His face twists into a strange smirk, and then he grabs the mic from Ross.)
ANARKY: "Oh yeah, Ross? You mean like Jean Rabesque or Maelstrom? Or Jobber or Jared Poe? Well maybe things aren't as they seem, Tony... had that thought ever entered that pitiful little brain of yours? Of course not. Who do you think called you today? Who do you think left you the anonymous tip?"
(Ross simply stands there, wide-eyed, not saying anything.)
ANARKY: "IT WAS ME. And do you know WHY? Because I am so tired of you supposed good guys walking around and acting like somehow, despite the fact that their entire CAREERS are based on inflicting pain upon other people, that there is some HONOR or even GOODNESS in what they do. They sit on their pedestal and look down at everyone, thinking that it all means something.
"Don't you get it? I can appear however I'd like. I could just cut interviews from YMCA's and talk about all the donations to charity I've done, and you would all kiss my ass and pay me even more money to lie to you. You would eat it up and beg me for more. That's how easy it is to APPEAR as something I'm NOT.
"Mike Manson APPEARS to be running the show, but really, is he? He's not the Champ anymore, but he thinks he is, and the more people who kiss his ass, the more it APPEARS that he actually MATTERS. You don't think things are going my way, Mikey? Why not? Because of my undefeated record or finally getting a shot at the Title? In fact, so far as I can tell, things are going JUST FINE for me. You see, Mike, I thought we had a mutual understanding. I thought we agreed that we would work together for our own benefit, but when the time came, we would go our separate ways. Yet you treat me like the rest of the dirt you spit on. I'm not some snot-nosed rookie, Mikey. I don't worship the ground you walk on, and so far as I can tell, the only one who hasn't had things go their way is YOU. YOU are the one in denial about losing the title. YOU are the one who can't wait to get it back. YOU are the one who foolishly claims that the GLCW revolves around him.
"And Rage O' Fire, you talk to me like I'm YOUR GODDAMNED FRIEND. Well I'M NOT. You think I care if you don't forget our match? Fine. Remember it. I ain't scared. You're the fool who got himself disqualified. You think I ESCAPED with a DQ? It was only a matter of time... but now, it won't matter. There's only one way out, and it's over the top. But let me guess... you'll throw YOURSELF out and come back and tell me how lucky I was to escape unscathed. Please.
"Finally, Cannonball Kidd... you who lacks worth the most... please... do us all a favor and spin your schtick elsewhere. Self-actualization... is just another garbage self-help quick-fix that means nothing in the end. I mean, Kidd... if you were right, and it IS possible to be self-actualized, why bother ever doing anything like this? You've already achieved enlightenment. Are you really trying to convince me that you're trying to help me? I don't care. I can sit here and SAY that I'm self-actualized. I can APPEAR to be normal, just like you. BUT IT'S JUST ANOTHER LIE, ISN'T IT?"
(Ross tries to grab the mic back, but Anarky just pushes him away.)
ANARKY: "All I see around me is lies... from the lies of Cannonball Kidd of self-actualization to the lies of Mike Manson, who has truly, truly convinced himself that the GLCW revolves around him. The GLCW revolves around Mael, buddy. You might not like it. I might not like it. But he's the man who took you down, and he's the man I'm going to defeat. And then what? Of course, you'll still be on top, right, Manson? At my beck and call? You'll stand by my side, pretending as though you had some hand in my success... just like Doc... riding my coattails because you've NEVER been good enough to stand in your own.
"Time is going to reveal the pretenders and the contenders... and all you gotta ask yourself is... am I really that good? Or am I just lying... to myself?"
(Anarky storms out, leaving a breathless Ross and a group of indifferent children behind. FADEOUT.)
(FADEIN to GLCW stalwart Tony Ross, standing in front of a YMCA center in an undisclosed location. He's wearing his usual suit and is holding the microphone, ready to speak.)
TONY ROSS: "Ladies and gentlemen, since arriving here in the GLCW, Anarky has repeatedly denied all interview requests with our staff. Despite our best efforts, he refuses to speak on camera to us, calling us stupid and unnecessary. However, just a few moments ago, I received an anonymous tip that he is actually inside this YMCA, helping out children and donating his money to charity. Of course, as soon as I heard about something this... out of character for him, I got here as quickly as I could. Let's go inside and see if we can get a few words."
(He turns around and walks in the front door. The cameraman follows him down a poorly lit hallway and they hang a left into a large gymnasium. Lo and behold, Anarky is standing with an enormous group of kids ranging from ages five to thirteen or so. He's a tasteful gray three-piece suit and his long hair is combed and pulled back into a ponytail. At first, he doesn't notice anyone else watching.)
TONY ROSS: "Anarky! Anarky! Can we please ask you a question or two?"
(Anarky looks up, obviously annoyed. However, he doesn't want to show it in front of the kids, so he excuses himself for a moment and walks up to Ross.)
ANARKY: "What is it?"
TONY ROSS: "Anarky, we received an anonymous tip that you'd be here today, helping out children. Knowing your disposition towards violence and self-proclamations of being a monster, this hardly seems characteristic of you."
ANARKY: "That's not a question."
TONY ROSS: "Alright, fine. Why do you constantly proclaim yourself a monster and an evil man while you spend your free time helping needy children? Are you afraid of being known as a good guy by the fans?"
ANARKY: "Afraid? Of being a good guy? Damn, Tony, I've heard you ask some stupid questions, but you are really raising the bar here. Listen. What I do on my own time is my business, and has nothing to do with my career. Understand?"
TONY ROSS: "Yes, but Anarky, maybe if more fans knew what an upstanding guy you are outside the ring, maybe you'd be more popular."
ANARKY: "Popular, Ross? POPULAR?!? Why should I care. If a fan likes me, fine. Let him go buy my t-shirt and help support the never-ending machine of capitalism. I don't care. If the fans want to boo me, they can go right ahead. They don't like the way I do things in the ring, fine. I ain't losin' sleep over it."
TONY ROSS: "Yet how can a man who supposedly doesn't care stand here and play with these kids? Obviously, you aren't entirely honest about how you really are a halfway decent guy."
(Suddenly, his face changes, and he can no longer keep his cool. His face twists into a strange smirk, and then he grabs the mic from Ross.)
ANARKY: "Oh yeah, Ross? You mean like Jean Rabesque or Maelstrom? Or Jobber or Jared Poe? Well maybe things aren't as they seem, Tony... had that thought ever entered that pitiful little brain of yours? Of course not. Who do you think called you today? Who do you think left you the anonymous tip?"
(Ross simply stands there, wide-eyed, not saying anything.)
ANARKY: "IT WAS ME. And do you know WHY? Because I am so tired of you supposed good guys walking around and acting like somehow, despite the fact that their entire CAREERS are based on inflicting pain upon other people, that there is some HONOR or even GOODNESS in what they do. They sit on their pedestal and look down at everyone, thinking that it all means something.
"Don't you get it? I can appear however I'd like. I could just cut interviews from YMCA's and talk about all the donations to charity I've done, and you would all kiss my ass and pay me even more money to lie to you. You would eat it up and beg me for more. That's how easy it is to APPEAR as something I'm NOT.
"Mike Manson APPEARS to be running the show, but really, is he? He's not the Champ anymore, but he thinks he is, and the more people who kiss his ass, the more it APPEARS that he actually MATTERS. You don't think things are going my way, Mikey? Why not? Because of my undefeated record or finally getting a shot at the Title? In fact, so far as I can tell, things are going JUST FINE for me. You see, Mike, I thought we had a mutual understanding. I thought we agreed that we would work together for our own benefit, but when the time came, we would go our separate ways. Yet you treat me like the rest of the dirt you spit on. I'm not some snot-nosed rookie, Mikey. I don't worship the ground you walk on, and so far as I can tell, the only one who hasn't had things go their way is YOU. YOU are the one in denial about losing the title. YOU are the one who can't wait to get it back. YOU are the one who foolishly claims that the GLCW revolves around him.
"And Rage O' Fire, you talk to me like I'm YOUR GODDAMNED FRIEND. Well I'M NOT. You think I care if you don't forget our match? Fine. Remember it. I ain't scared. You're the fool who got himself disqualified. You think I ESCAPED with a DQ? It was only a matter of time... but now, it won't matter. There's only one way out, and it's over the top. But let me guess... you'll throw YOURSELF out and come back and tell me how lucky I was to escape unscathed. Please.
"Finally, Cannonball Kidd... you who lacks worth the most... please... do us all a favor and spin your schtick elsewhere. Self-actualization... is just another garbage self-help quick-fix that means nothing in the end. I mean, Kidd... if you were right, and it IS possible to be self-actualized, why bother ever doing anything like this? You've already achieved enlightenment. Are you really trying to convince me that you're trying to help me? I don't care. I can sit here and SAY that I'm self-actualized. I can APPEAR to be normal, just like you. BUT IT'S JUST ANOTHER LIE, ISN'T IT?"
(Ross tries to grab the mic back, but Anarky just pushes him away.)
ANARKY: "All I see around me is lies... from the lies of Cannonball Kidd of self-actualization to the lies of Mike Manson, who has truly, truly convinced himself that the GLCW revolves around him. The GLCW revolves around Mael, buddy. You might not like it. I might not like it. But he's the man who took you down, and he's the man I'm going to defeat. And then what? Of course, you'll still be on top, right, Manson? At my beck and call? You'll stand by my side, pretending as though you had some hand in my success... just like Doc... riding my coattails because you've NEVER been good enough to stand in your own.
"Time is going to reveal the pretenders and the contenders... and all you gotta ask yourself is... am I really that good? Or am I just lying... to myself?"
(Anarky storms out, leaving a breathless Ross and a group of indifferent children behind. FADEOUT.)
PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
Tony Ross at the Marx Estate
::the lights are off in Jonathan Marx's bedroom and the sound of snoring is coming from his king size bed, Jonathan Marx slowly awakes and puts on his slippers and walks into the bathroom::
::turns on the lights and sees Tony Ross sitting on the toliet seat waiting for him::
JONATHAN MARX: BLOODY HELL!? What are you doing in there?
TONY ROSS: Marx, you've been too quiet, I wanted to come here and get an interview for the Rumble.
JONATHAN MARX: ::looks at his watch:: It is three AM in the morning!
TONY ROSS: The news business waits for no one Mr. Marx.
JONATHAN MARX: My hair is a mess and I need a shave, I'm not ready to cut a promo on camera.
TONY ROSS: Sir, you are already on camera. ::Tony Ross pulls back the shower curtain to reveal the camera man, a startled Jonathan Marx grabs his heart and shreks::
JONATHAN MARX: Is there anyone else in this bathroom that I should know about?! ::Marx looks around the bathroom to check::
TONY ROSS: Nope, it is only us three, now stop stalling and give me a promo I can take back to the GLCW brass.
JONATHAN MARX: Okay, okay... let me think.
TONY ROSS: We don't have all day here Mr. Marx. We have to go to Manson's place after this.
JONATHAN MARX: There are seven other people in this battle royal and they are all going to cut the same promo about going in there and throwing all seven men over the top rope and getting the title shot against Maelstrom. I'm not going to do that.
TONY ROSS: So, you are going to lose?
JONATHAN MARX: No, I'm going to use my brain, I'm going to be a weasel and just try to survive until there are three men left. Battle royals aren't about wrestling. There are too many wrestlers in the ring to school people on the mat. Battle royals are about sheer brutality. Raising a fist to your opponent and pounding them until they are tenderized and dumping their body over the top rope. I'm a Princeton graduate and top amateur wrestler. I'm not going to let the match change what I do, I'm going to win by waiting for people to make mistakes and then capitalizing upon them.
TONY ROSS: Some people would say you are the underdog in this match...
JONATHAN MARX: Maybe I am, but I have more heart than anyone else in this battle royal and I'm driven to best the best. I don't go out there to wrestle for money, I have more money than I know what to do with. I go out there and wrestle for the old school revolution. If I win this battle royal, I'm going to be able to face and defeat Maelstrom for the heavyweight title and when that happens, the rest of the league will fold like a house of cards and embrace the old school revolution. They will get down on their knees and bow before me and accept their fate. I will lead the army of the old school revolution and we will tear down the nonsense which this sport has been built on in recent years and tear it down brick by brick.
TONY ROSS: Nonsense? What nonsense?
JONATHAN MARX: Nonsense like you showing up for everyone's interview and everyone acting surprised to see you. You see, back in the old days when one person use to interview everyone, they did their interviews in STUDIOS. They didn't travel to everyone's house all over the country so they could cut a promo.
TONY ROSS: Listen, I'm just doing my job.
JONATHAN MARX: I know you are, I don't blame you. I blame the system which made you. Once the old school revolution takes over, we are going to move this league out of the arenas and return it back to the studios where real wrestling use to take place week after week, in front of an imtimate gathering of fans instead of an impersonal large arena. Now Tony Ross.... GET OUT OF MY BATHROOM AND TAKE YOUR CAMERA MAN WITH YOU!
TONY ROSS: There is no need to raise your voice to me, sir.
::Jonathan Marx opens up the door and motions for Tony Ross and his camera man to leave::
TONY ROSS: Fine, I'll leave. But let me just tell you something Mr. Marx, you will never win this battle royal. You are just wasting your time.
::gets up into the Tony Ross' face::
JONATHAN MARX: Have you ever seen Marxism applied up close? I could give you a demonstration if you would like.
::Tony Ross grows scared and wets himself and bolts out the door with his camera man who is walking backwards to capture Marx as he departs::
JONATHAN MARX: ::shakes his head:: At least somebody can go the bathroom around here
FTB
::the lights are off in Jonathan Marx's bedroom and the sound of snoring is coming from his king size bed, Jonathan Marx slowly awakes and puts on his slippers and walks into the bathroom::
::turns on the lights and sees Tony Ross sitting on the toliet seat waiting for him::
JONATHAN MARX: BLOODY HELL!? What are you doing in there?
TONY ROSS: Marx, you've been too quiet, I wanted to come here and get an interview for the Rumble.
JONATHAN MARX: ::looks at his watch:: It is three AM in the morning!
TONY ROSS: The news business waits for no one Mr. Marx.
JONATHAN MARX: My hair is a mess and I need a shave, I'm not ready to cut a promo on camera.
TONY ROSS: Sir, you are already on camera. ::Tony Ross pulls back the shower curtain to reveal the camera man, a startled Jonathan Marx grabs his heart and shreks::
JONATHAN MARX: Is there anyone else in this bathroom that I should know about?! ::Marx looks around the bathroom to check::
TONY ROSS: Nope, it is only us three, now stop stalling and give me a promo I can take back to the GLCW brass.
JONATHAN MARX: Okay, okay... let me think.
TONY ROSS: We don't have all day here Mr. Marx. We have to go to Manson's place after this.
JONATHAN MARX: There are seven other people in this battle royal and they are all going to cut the same promo about going in there and throwing all seven men over the top rope and getting the title shot against Maelstrom. I'm not going to do that.
TONY ROSS: So, you are going to lose?
JONATHAN MARX: No, I'm going to use my brain, I'm going to be a weasel and just try to survive until there are three men left. Battle royals aren't about wrestling. There are too many wrestlers in the ring to school people on the mat. Battle royals are about sheer brutality. Raising a fist to your opponent and pounding them until they are tenderized and dumping their body over the top rope. I'm a Princeton graduate and top amateur wrestler. I'm not going to let the match change what I do, I'm going to win by waiting for people to make mistakes and then capitalizing upon them.
TONY ROSS: Some people would say you are the underdog in this match...
JONATHAN MARX: Maybe I am, but I have more heart than anyone else in this battle royal and I'm driven to best the best. I don't go out there to wrestle for money, I have more money than I know what to do with. I go out there and wrestle for the old school revolution. If I win this battle royal, I'm going to be able to face and defeat Maelstrom for the heavyweight title and when that happens, the rest of the league will fold like a house of cards and embrace the old school revolution. They will get down on their knees and bow before me and accept their fate. I will lead the army of the old school revolution and we will tear down the nonsense which this sport has been built on in recent years and tear it down brick by brick.
TONY ROSS: Nonsense? What nonsense?
JONATHAN MARX: Nonsense like you showing up for everyone's interview and everyone acting surprised to see you. You see, back in the old days when one person use to interview everyone, they did their interviews in STUDIOS. They didn't travel to everyone's house all over the country so they could cut a promo.
TONY ROSS: Listen, I'm just doing my job.
JONATHAN MARX: I know you are, I don't blame you. I blame the system which made you. Once the old school revolution takes over, we are going to move this league out of the arenas and return it back to the studios where real wrestling use to take place week after week, in front of an imtimate gathering of fans instead of an impersonal large arena. Now Tony Ross.... GET OUT OF MY BATHROOM AND TAKE YOUR CAMERA MAN WITH YOU!
TONY ROSS: There is no need to raise your voice to me, sir.
::Jonathan Marx opens up the door and motions for Tony Ross and his camera man to leave::
TONY ROSS: Fine, I'll leave. But let me just tell you something Mr. Marx, you will never win this battle royal. You are just wasting your time.
::gets up into the Tony Ross' face::
JONATHAN MARX: Have you ever seen Marxism applied up close? I could give you a demonstration if you would like.
::Tony Ross grows scared and wets himself and bolts out the door with his camera man who is walking backwards to capture Marx as he departs::
JONATHAN MARX: ::shakes his head:: At least somebody can go the bathroom around here
FTB
GARTHIsTheLaw
League Member
Half a chance
(Cueup: "Heaven" by Live)
(Things start out with a black screen. After a few seconds, the words "CANNONBALL KIDD" appear, grow seemingly closer to the camera, and then fade out. They are followed by "A MAN" and "WITH A MESSAGE". After the text is a close-up on Cannonball Kidd's eyes, covered as always by his signature flight goggles)
Cannonball Kidd: Hmm...I must admit, I am disappointed that, as I come before you today, half of my opponents at the upcoming Riptide still have yet to say a word about the match. I'm certain that they have perfectly good reasons for their silence, of course. It's just that I would have liked to know how they would respond to my program before I came out to speak again, but I suppose my three...more verbose opponents will suffice.
(Camera zooms out to show Cannonball's full face)
Cannonball Kidd: And while my disappointment with the lack of response from the majority of my opponents stands, I must say I am pleased by two of the three opponents who have opened their mouths - two of them actually seem to be LISTENING to what I have to say, instead of repeating the same old things over and over.
(Cannonball goes out of his way to give off a friendly look)
Cannonball Kidd: That means I have at least two open minds, or minds capable of being open if nothing else. And if I have minds capable of being open, then I'd say I have an exceptionally good chance of finally getting my Message across to one - or maybe even more than one - of my opponents, and that recipient or recipients should consider himself or themselves extremely lucky. But who will it be? Surely I can't send my Message to all SEVEN of my opponents, you might think...I wouldn't go so far as to say that, but since I cannot yet sufficiently evaluate four of my opponents, I'll leave that question unanswered for now, and address my three known subjects.
(Camera zooms out to show Cannonball's full torso)
Cannonball Kidd: Showing no signs of change or open-mindedness is, of course, "Rage 'o Fire" Jared Wells. This is a man who is deeply attached to the idea that an aging professional wrestler can be successful in the business on nothing but popularity and determination. And while I admire his undying faith in this method, the fact that he will not get this method to work sadly costs me much of my admiration. Granted, I'm sure it IS possible for that method to work. But before you can do that, Rage, you must learn to control your anger, for that is the number-one thing preventing you from moving on to better things. You've been "Rage 'o Fire" for an awfully long time, Wells, and it's just not working anymore. I don't think you need to be a RAGING fire anymore...maybe if you brought your anger down to Boy Scout campfire level, you'd be a lot better equipped to deal with the people who know how to use your anger against you, like, say, Michael Manson.
(Cannonball adopts a faux thoughtful look)
Cannonball Kidd: Then there's Anarky. Now, Anarky made a big show of degrading my program, but he's not like Jared Wells, who just isn't bright enough to realize that I can help him. No no, Anarky, I can tell that some part of your brain is telling you that listening to me is a good idea. No one who thinks my program can't help him is so utterly dismissive of it. You thought about accepting my program, but you figured it would be bad for your image, and you hope that being dismissive of it will get me to stop talking about it. But oh, Anarky, you just don't understand. You even went so far as to say I should "do you all a favor" and stop trying to spread my Message to you, but don't you see? It is by spreading my Message that I am doing you all a favor. And then you questioned why I would continue wrestling after becoming self-actualized, when the answer is so, SO simple...I'm here to help others, not myself. Is the concept that someone wants to help you so difficult to comprehend, Anarky? I know you have a tendency to alienate people, what with your tendency to occasionally babble about taking the lifeblood and souls of your opponents and such, but my intents are selfless and genuine. You help children get their basic necessities, I help professional wrestlers become the best they can be. Are we really so very different?
(Cannonball grins in an inspirational fashion)
Cannonball Kidd: And then there's Michael Manson. Mr. Manson, I've said it before...you show more promise for self-actualization than anyone I've met since I began spreading my Message. You even believe yourself to be self-actualized, a belief that, while incorrect in your case, is a key step in the process. Now, I'm sure we both know that you have issues in taking things seriously, as evidenced by your parallel between our upcoming match and a cockfight...an ingenious use of symbolism, I must admit, but I think the energy you expended there could definitely be put to better use elsewhere...perhaps using your unique ability to get in the heads of your opponents to convince some of our other opponents to speak up?
(Cannonball adopts another thoughtful look)
Cannonball Kidd: Now, you seem to be able to recognize the usefulness of my program, and I respect that too. You seem to be a little dismissive toward it, but only because you think it would take up too much time that you think should go to you, and while I don't agree with that, I can see why you might think it. And your offer to spread my Message to your "legions" is most appreciated...obviously, I've got quite a few things written about my program, and I'll be more than willing to let you look them over...I'll try to have them with me when I head to the Value City Arena. Your interest in my program is most appreciated.
(Zoom back in on Cannonball's face)
Cannonball Kidd: Well, there you have it. I wish, I wish, I WISH I could have gone more in-depth with my Message today, but tragically, I have no material yet for many of my opponents at Riptide. I won't let that sway me, though, and I won't give up trying to spread my Message. I'm not just some poor schmuck trying to get anyone possible to listen to me, after all...I'm a Man...
(Zoom back in on Cannonball's eyes)
Cannonball Kidd: ...with a Message.
(Cueup: "Heaven" by Live)
(Things start out with a black screen. After a few seconds, the words "CANNONBALL KIDD" appear, grow seemingly closer to the camera, and then fade out. They are followed by "A MAN" and "WITH A MESSAGE". After the text is a close-up on Cannonball Kidd's eyes, covered as always by his signature flight goggles)
Cannonball Kidd: Hmm...I must admit, I am disappointed that, as I come before you today, half of my opponents at the upcoming Riptide still have yet to say a word about the match. I'm certain that they have perfectly good reasons for their silence, of course. It's just that I would have liked to know how they would respond to my program before I came out to speak again, but I suppose my three...more verbose opponents will suffice.
(Camera zooms out to show Cannonball's full face)
Cannonball Kidd: And while my disappointment with the lack of response from the majority of my opponents stands, I must say I am pleased by two of the three opponents who have opened their mouths - two of them actually seem to be LISTENING to what I have to say, instead of repeating the same old things over and over.
(Cannonball goes out of his way to give off a friendly look)
Cannonball Kidd: That means I have at least two open minds, or minds capable of being open if nothing else. And if I have minds capable of being open, then I'd say I have an exceptionally good chance of finally getting my Message across to one - or maybe even more than one - of my opponents, and that recipient or recipients should consider himself or themselves extremely lucky. But who will it be? Surely I can't send my Message to all SEVEN of my opponents, you might think...I wouldn't go so far as to say that, but since I cannot yet sufficiently evaluate four of my opponents, I'll leave that question unanswered for now, and address my three known subjects.
(Camera zooms out to show Cannonball's full torso)
Cannonball Kidd: Showing no signs of change or open-mindedness is, of course, "Rage 'o Fire" Jared Wells. This is a man who is deeply attached to the idea that an aging professional wrestler can be successful in the business on nothing but popularity and determination. And while I admire his undying faith in this method, the fact that he will not get this method to work sadly costs me much of my admiration. Granted, I'm sure it IS possible for that method to work. But before you can do that, Rage, you must learn to control your anger, for that is the number-one thing preventing you from moving on to better things. You've been "Rage 'o Fire" for an awfully long time, Wells, and it's just not working anymore. I don't think you need to be a RAGING fire anymore...maybe if you brought your anger down to Boy Scout campfire level, you'd be a lot better equipped to deal with the people who know how to use your anger against you, like, say, Michael Manson.
(Cannonball adopts a faux thoughtful look)
Cannonball Kidd: Then there's Anarky. Now, Anarky made a big show of degrading my program, but he's not like Jared Wells, who just isn't bright enough to realize that I can help him. No no, Anarky, I can tell that some part of your brain is telling you that listening to me is a good idea. No one who thinks my program can't help him is so utterly dismissive of it. You thought about accepting my program, but you figured it would be bad for your image, and you hope that being dismissive of it will get me to stop talking about it. But oh, Anarky, you just don't understand. You even went so far as to say I should "do you all a favor" and stop trying to spread my Message to you, but don't you see? It is by spreading my Message that I am doing you all a favor. And then you questioned why I would continue wrestling after becoming self-actualized, when the answer is so, SO simple...I'm here to help others, not myself. Is the concept that someone wants to help you so difficult to comprehend, Anarky? I know you have a tendency to alienate people, what with your tendency to occasionally babble about taking the lifeblood and souls of your opponents and such, but my intents are selfless and genuine. You help children get their basic necessities, I help professional wrestlers become the best they can be. Are we really so very different?
(Cannonball grins in an inspirational fashion)
Cannonball Kidd: And then there's Michael Manson. Mr. Manson, I've said it before...you show more promise for self-actualization than anyone I've met since I began spreading my Message. You even believe yourself to be self-actualized, a belief that, while incorrect in your case, is a key step in the process. Now, I'm sure we both know that you have issues in taking things seriously, as evidenced by your parallel between our upcoming match and a cockfight...an ingenious use of symbolism, I must admit, but I think the energy you expended there could definitely be put to better use elsewhere...perhaps using your unique ability to get in the heads of your opponents to convince some of our other opponents to speak up?
(Cannonball adopts another thoughtful look)
Cannonball Kidd: Now, you seem to be able to recognize the usefulness of my program, and I respect that too. You seem to be a little dismissive toward it, but only because you think it would take up too much time that you think should go to you, and while I don't agree with that, I can see why you might think it. And your offer to spread my Message to your "legions" is most appreciated...obviously, I've got quite a few things written about my program, and I'll be more than willing to let you look them over...I'll try to have them with me when I head to the Value City Arena. Your interest in my program is most appreciated.
(Zoom back in on Cannonball's face)
Cannonball Kidd: Well, there you have it. I wish, I wish, I WISH I could have gone more in-depth with my Message today, but tragically, I have no material yet for many of my opponents at Riptide. I won't let that sway me, though, and I won't give up trying to spread my Message. I'm not just some poor schmuck trying to get anyone possible to listen to me, after all...I'm a Man...
(Zoom back in on Cannonball's eyes)
Cannonball Kidd: ...with a Message.
Manson
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Truly One to One
((FADEIN: Th exterior of a large goth styled house done in grays and blacks near a wooded area. TONY ROSS with a camera man walks up to the door, a small box in hand, and frantically rings the bell. He is shown doing it in the light. Later on in the afternoon, he does the same, finally, after disguarding a Wendy's bag and trying again at sunset, MICHAEL MANSON, in black shirt and sweat pants yet bare footed answers.))
MANSON: I thought I told you Jevohah's Witnesses...
ROSS: No, it's me, Tony Ross, here for an interview.
MANSON: You are?
ROSS: My job, man.
MANSON: And you scheduled this when?
(Ross opens the small box to reveal a small cheese statue of MIKE MANSON, the roster, who is off in the yard pecking at a dummy's head.))
MANSON(taking the statue): Ah, yes.
((Ross signals to the camera man as Manson places the box on a nearby table and then slams the door in Ross's face.))
((FADEIN: A dakened living room with a copy of 'American Gothic' hanging over a fireplace where a nearby Playstation rests. Sitting on a leather couch dressed in black "Mike Manson is the Roster God" t-shirt and jeans is Michael Manson. Across from him, in a recliner chair is no one. A sketched picture of Tony Ross's face has been taped to the head.))
MANSON: Well thank you, Tony, for having me. I hope you really have some hard questions for me.
((Camera shifts to picture of Tony Ross.))
MANSON: That's a ridiculous assumption. Obviously, I am valued somewhat by the GLCW or I wouldn't be so grossly overpaid. Which is basically why I am justified in everything I do.
((Manson pauses.))
MANSON: Of course I don't mean anything personal to Nark, I can't help it, he's a sensitive guy. It's nice that he's still thinking positively and that he is getting ahead. But I can't help it if people care more about Michael Manson and that guy called Anarky standing in the corner than just Anarky. That is why I'm pad what I'm pad after all.
((Manson is seen looking through the newspaper.))
MANSON: Come on, now Ross, you know that isn't true. I have always meant the best for the GLCW. I do nothing but help improve it, even if it's only weeding the weaker elements. But that's not what Nark is a part of, no he can be a fully functioning member of GLCW. He just needs to realize that it doesn't matter whether I have a title or a glass of appple juie, I'm still the sole thing this promotion revolves around. The earth revolves around the sun, not the other way around.
((Manson is shown playing Grand Theft Auto.))
MANSON: What do you mean, my actions do not back up my claims? Did anyone care about Jared Wells until I asked for a match with him? He goes on and on about doing something somewhere else and selling a ot of t-shirts. But here and now, he is just a bottom feeder. It was only my virtue..my giving him a match that made anyone even remotely realize he was alive. And it's gotten him to this battle royal. All because of me. In fact, if lightning were to strike the ring and Wells were to somehow win, I should get the title shot still. After all, what did Wells ever do to deserve it ever than lose to me?
((Manson takes a sip from a mug of coffee.))
MANSON: I do see a lot of promising talent in GLCW. Just in this battle royal we have Cannonball Kid and Jonathan Marx. Quite a refreshing change from Jarod Poe going on and on about the morals of victory while he has his chest pierced.
MANSON: No, Ross, it has nothing to do with the fact that they constantly compliment. Some people just have better heroes than others. And I am the People's Champion. look at CK..a message and this whole self-actualization thing. Sure, he wants to win and would throw me to a pack of hungery dogs to do it, but so would I. At least, he's got the right idea here in spreading a message, actually trying to change the world. We don't have to appeal the Jean Rabesque lowest common denominator fanbase. He critiques my energy expendage, but I have to be me. That normally gets the rest to speak up since I threaten their wives and such, but ten again, these people all tend to think there is a GLCW World title. I realize that with me, it might as well be one, but since Maelstrom has it, it's nothing more than a regional thing. Jonathan Marx gets that, here he is trying to bring back the old school style and he is lost in a myriad of empty matches with the likes of MWG and Billy Matthews. Of course I'm going to have to gut him in the battle royal, but that doesn't mean I have to dislike him. These men remind of myself in spirit, if not style, in using the world of wrestling to their own ends. They can't win this thing because I'm there and obviously will never win a title or anything off me, but it's nice to know when I'm finally imprisoned, the legacy goes on.
((Manson is seen changing the dial on his large, flat screen TV.))
MANSON: I'm not going to answer that question, Tony.
((Manson is shown retaping the picture to the chair.))
MANSON: Yes, Mike Manson the rooster can take any human wrestler on the GLCW roster. Like his master, he has the ability to outhink any mere man. I would even go as far to say that he shouldn't be in the cock fighting circuit, because all of his opponents are always handicapped against me.
((Manson finishes a crossword puzzle.))
MANSON: What? What are you saying to me, Tony Ross? Are you trying to inult me?
((Camera focuses on picture of Ross while Manson yells.))
MANSON: After I let you into my home, after I gave all the answers you wanted, you're going to talk about me and my rooster that way?
(Manson kicks the recliner chair over.)
You want to know how the battel royal will end? This is how it will end.
((Manson rushes over to fallen recliner with an ax and begings to take it apart.))
Interview over.
((FTB))
((FADEIN: Th exterior of a large goth styled house done in grays and blacks near a wooded area. TONY ROSS with a camera man walks up to the door, a small box in hand, and frantically rings the bell. He is shown doing it in the light. Later on in the afternoon, he does the same, finally, after disguarding a Wendy's bag and trying again at sunset, MICHAEL MANSON, in black shirt and sweat pants yet bare footed answers.))
MANSON: I thought I told you Jevohah's Witnesses...
ROSS: No, it's me, Tony Ross, here for an interview.
MANSON: You are?
ROSS: My job, man.
MANSON: And you scheduled this when?
(Ross opens the small box to reveal a small cheese statue of MIKE MANSON, the roster, who is off in the yard pecking at a dummy's head.))
MANSON(taking the statue): Ah, yes.
((Ross signals to the camera man as Manson places the box on a nearby table and then slams the door in Ross's face.))
((FADEIN: A dakened living room with a copy of 'American Gothic' hanging over a fireplace where a nearby Playstation rests. Sitting on a leather couch dressed in black "Mike Manson is the Roster God" t-shirt and jeans is Michael Manson. Across from him, in a recliner chair is no one. A sketched picture of Tony Ross's face has been taped to the head.))
MANSON: Well thank you, Tony, for having me. I hope you really have some hard questions for me.
((Camera shifts to picture of Tony Ross.))
MANSON: That's a ridiculous assumption. Obviously, I am valued somewhat by the GLCW or I wouldn't be so grossly overpaid. Which is basically why I am justified in everything I do.
((Manson pauses.))
MANSON: Of course I don't mean anything personal to Nark, I can't help it, he's a sensitive guy. It's nice that he's still thinking positively and that he is getting ahead. But I can't help it if people care more about Michael Manson and that guy called Anarky standing in the corner than just Anarky. That is why I'm pad what I'm pad after all.
((Manson is seen looking through the newspaper.))
MANSON: Come on, now Ross, you know that isn't true. I have always meant the best for the GLCW. I do nothing but help improve it, even if it's only weeding the weaker elements. But that's not what Nark is a part of, no he can be a fully functioning member of GLCW. He just needs to realize that it doesn't matter whether I have a title or a glass of appple juie, I'm still the sole thing this promotion revolves around. The earth revolves around the sun, not the other way around.
((Manson is shown playing Grand Theft Auto.))
MANSON: What do you mean, my actions do not back up my claims? Did anyone care about Jared Wells until I asked for a match with him? He goes on and on about doing something somewhere else and selling a ot of t-shirts. But here and now, he is just a bottom feeder. It was only my virtue..my giving him a match that made anyone even remotely realize he was alive. And it's gotten him to this battle royal. All because of me. In fact, if lightning were to strike the ring and Wells were to somehow win, I should get the title shot still. After all, what did Wells ever do to deserve it ever than lose to me?
((Manson takes a sip from a mug of coffee.))
MANSON: I do see a lot of promising talent in GLCW. Just in this battle royal we have Cannonball Kid and Jonathan Marx. Quite a refreshing change from Jarod Poe going on and on about the morals of victory while he has his chest pierced.
MANSON: No, Ross, it has nothing to do with the fact that they constantly compliment. Some people just have better heroes than others. And I am the People's Champion. look at CK..a message and this whole self-actualization thing. Sure, he wants to win and would throw me to a pack of hungery dogs to do it, but so would I. At least, he's got the right idea here in spreading a message, actually trying to change the world. We don't have to appeal the Jean Rabesque lowest common denominator fanbase. He critiques my energy expendage, but I have to be me. That normally gets the rest to speak up since I threaten their wives and such, but ten again, these people all tend to think there is a GLCW World title. I realize that with me, it might as well be one, but since Maelstrom has it, it's nothing more than a regional thing. Jonathan Marx gets that, here he is trying to bring back the old school style and he is lost in a myriad of empty matches with the likes of MWG and Billy Matthews. Of course I'm going to have to gut him in the battle royal, but that doesn't mean I have to dislike him. These men remind of myself in spirit, if not style, in using the world of wrestling to their own ends. They can't win this thing because I'm there and obviously will never win a title or anything off me, but it's nice to know when I'm finally imprisoned, the legacy goes on.
((Manson is seen changing the dial on his large, flat screen TV.))
MANSON: I'm not going to answer that question, Tony.
((Manson is shown retaping the picture to the chair.))
MANSON: Yes, Mike Manson the rooster can take any human wrestler on the GLCW roster. Like his master, he has the ability to outhink any mere man. I would even go as far to say that he shouldn't be in the cock fighting circuit, because all of his opponents are always handicapped against me.
((Manson finishes a crossword puzzle.))
MANSON: What? What are you saying to me, Tony Ross? Are you trying to inult me?
((Camera focuses on picture of Ross while Manson yells.))
MANSON: After I let you into my home, after I gave all the answers you wanted, you're going to talk about me and my rooster that way?
(Manson kicks the recliner chair over.)
You want to know how the battel royal will end? This is how it will end.
((Manson rushes over to fallen recliner with an ax and begings to take it apart.))
Interview over.
((FTB))
BarryClarkJr
DADDY
"No Interviews Needed"
(Camera opens to TONY ROSS along with a cameraman following JARED WELLS walking down a dark hallway at some arena. ROSS catches up to WELLS and tries to conduct an interview)
TONY ROSS: JARED! JARED! You've heard the comments your opponents said, are you ready for this battle royal?
JARED WELLS: Tony, I'm not really in the mood for Q 'n A right now. Besides do I really have to answer questions? No offense, I'm not that desperate to get the TRUTH out. So do me a favor, leave me alone.
(Wells continues to walk down the hallway and Ross chases after him)
TONY ROSS: O.K, Jared. But can you just speak your mind and tell us what your thinking. I'll just stand over here and listen!
(Wells pauses as the camera is on his back, then he slowly turns around in the dim lighted hallway)
JARED WELLS: Seems like people around here have a problem with my desire to become number one contender. Overall they have a problem with me period. Why? Because I'm putting up a fight? I'm basically a freight train on the run and some people are a tad bit scared. I apologize to my fans for being in a bad mood. But there are some things that are bothering me right now. The fact that MICHAEL MANSON the self PROCLAIMED people's champion is giving himself credit for me even competing in the battle royal. Give me a break man. It would be easy for me to sit here and say, WOULD-A, COULD-A, SHOULD-A, but I'm not.
I can wait until the battle royal. Before you know it MANSON you'll be outside of the ring in disbelief. You'll be asking yourself what happened? Then you'll look to the crowd for help. You look out there but it's no surprise to them that your already out. That's going to be a FACT pal. I know what your thinking right now. GOD! This guy really hates my guts! Honestly, I don't hate you. I don't have time to hate. But I will hurt you and do anything to stop you. Don't cross my path because your bound to get knock of the tracks DUDE!
Anarky, you talk about the PRETENDERS 'n the CONTENDERS? I think we can pretty much sorts those out. My question for you is, what do you consider yourself? One minute your talking about ruling the GLCW, and the next your hangin' out at the YMCA. Mind games? I don't think so. Anarky, you and I are a lot alike. No, I'm not asking to be your friend. But people like us can pretty much be ourselves. We don't have to sit here in front of the camera and LIE to the public. Nor do we have to put on an act. PEOPLE know what we are about. BUT! BUT, we have some unfinished business to take care of. Your just as equal as MANSON on my list of RAGE. Pretender or contender? You figure it out.
I'm getting the feeling that this battle royal is more than just a number one contender spot. It's a journey into the next phase of RAGE. Win some, lose some, regardless we are going to the top of the bunch.
Now I heard CAN-KIDD come out and claim that my anger is holding me back from bigger things? (LAUGHS) Where have you been my friend? Let me take you back a few years ago before my return here to the GLCW. My anger is what held me back from being the TOP GUY. My anger got me fired, depressed, and even got into drug abuse. But from all that, if I was still in that state of mind right now KIDD, I wouldn't be conducting this segment right now. I would already be at your door with a baseball bat in my hand. Before you know it, the GLCW would release me for my actions. Now, get the picture? I control my own anger and I know when to use it.
I said I was in a bad mood but the more I talk about you KIDD, the more it cheers me up. The fact that you still spew out your programs of crap. And your tellin' me that RAGE 'o FIRE is not working? Do you know what RAGE 'o FIRE is? If you have no clue just ask the people. They'll tell you, and I'm gonna show you at the Value City arena.
Whether two people, or two thousand people are watching, I will make history. The odds are against but that's the way it's been in my career. Blood, sweat, tears, and more blood is pretty much going to be the after math of the battle royal. Let's go baby! 'Ol RAGE is ready, are you guys? TIME HAS COME TO RAGE TONY, it's TIME!!
(Wells turns away and walks down the dark hall as the camera pans over to Tony's face in complete ecstasy)
(FADEOUT)
(Camera opens to TONY ROSS along with a cameraman following JARED WELLS walking down a dark hallway at some arena. ROSS catches up to WELLS and tries to conduct an interview)
TONY ROSS: JARED! JARED! You've heard the comments your opponents said, are you ready for this battle royal?
JARED WELLS: Tony, I'm not really in the mood for Q 'n A right now. Besides do I really have to answer questions? No offense, I'm not that desperate to get the TRUTH out. So do me a favor, leave me alone.
(Wells continues to walk down the hallway and Ross chases after him)
TONY ROSS: O.K, Jared. But can you just speak your mind and tell us what your thinking. I'll just stand over here and listen!
(Wells pauses as the camera is on his back, then he slowly turns around in the dim lighted hallway)
JARED WELLS: Seems like people around here have a problem with my desire to become number one contender. Overall they have a problem with me period. Why? Because I'm putting up a fight? I'm basically a freight train on the run and some people are a tad bit scared. I apologize to my fans for being in a bad mood. But there are some things that are bothering me right now. The fact that MICHAEL MANSON the self PROCLAIMED people's champion is giving himself credit for me even competing in the battle royal. Give me a break man. It would be easy for me to sit here and say, WOULD-A, COULD-A, SHOULD-A, but I'm not.
I can wait until the battle royal. Before you know it MANSON you'll be outside of the ring in disbelief. You'll be asking yourself what happened? Then you'll look to the crowd for help. You look out there but it's no surprise to them that your already out. That's going to be a FACT pal. I know what your thinking right now. GOD! This guy really hates my guts! Honestly, I don't hate you. I don't have time to hate. But I will hurt you and do anything to stop you. Don't cross my path because your bound to get knock of the tracks DUDE!
Anarky, you talk about the PRETENDERS 'n the CONTENDERS? I think we can pretty much sorts those out. My question for you is, what do you consider yourself? One minute your talking about ruling the GLCW, and the next your hangin' out at the YMCA. Mind games? I don't think so. Anarky, you and I are a lot alike. No, I'm not asking to be your friend. But people like us can pretty much be ourselves. We don't have to sit here in front of the camera and LIE to the public. Nor do we have to put on an act. PEOPLE know what we are about. BUT! BUT, we have some unfinished business to take care of. Your just as equal as MANSON on my list of RAGE. Pretender or contender? You figure it out.
I'm getting the feeling that this battle royal is more than just a number one contender spot. It's a journey into the next phase of RAGE. Win some, lose some, regardless we are going to the top of the bunch.
Now I heard CAN-KIDD come out and claim that my anger is holding me back from bigger things? (LAUGHS) Where have you been my friend? Let me take you back a few years ago before my return here to the GLCW. My anger is what held me back from being the TOP GUY. My anger got me fired, depressed, and even got into drug abuse. But from all that, if I was still in that state of mind right now KIDD, I wouldn't be conducting this segment right now. I would already be at your door with a baseball bat in my hand. Before you know it, the GLCW would release me for my actions. Now, get the picture? I control my own anger and I know when to use it.
I said I was in a bad mood but the more I talk about you KIDD, the more it cheers me up. The fact that you still spew out your programs of crap. And your tellin' me that RAGE 'o FIRE is not working? Do you know what RAGE 'o FIRE is? If you have no clue just ask the people. They'll tell you, and I'm gonna show you at the Value City arena.
Whether two people, or two thousand people are watching, I will make history. The odds are against but that's the way it's been in my career. Blood, sweat, tears, and more blood is pretty much going to be the after math of the battle royal. Let's go baby! 'Ol RAGE is ready, are you guys? TIME HAS COME TO RAGE TONY, it's TIME!!
(Wells turns away and walks down the dark hall as the camera pans over to Tony's face in complete ecstasy)
(FADEOUT)
PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
The Power of Free T-Shirts & Beer
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-24-03 AT 01:14 PM (EST)]::Brandon Jacobs, Jonathan Marx, and several members from the Marxism dojo are standing outside of Value City Arena with two tables full of boxes of free t-shirts, two kegs of beer, and a DJ setup. Jonathan Marx is standing on a wooden crate with a megaphone::
::a large gathering of fans have assembled around from internet postings and signs put on power poles::
JONATHAN MARX: Thank you everyone for coming. People think of me as a heel because I want to change the system. People think of me as a villian because I oppose the evil regime which has destroyed all that is good about wrestling. People say that I'm too old fashioned and too idealistic to be a part of wrestling today. How many among you have heard the same thing?
::half the crowd raises their hand::
Don't be ashamed of what you are, is there anyone else?
::the rest of the crowd raises their hands::
Don't worry folks, we aren't the dinosaurs. We aren't the people who need to change. Our point of view still matters because we are the ones who still go out and support this product because we have the sickness. Everyone here today loves this sport and we want to see it saved.
:
eople applaud::
Now I hate to bash other promotions but I had the displeasure of turning on the TV set and watching another wrestling show a couple of nights ago. They don't understand wrestling and they are obsessed with shoving the same old legends down our throats over and over again.
::crowd starts a **** sucks chant::
I'd try to save that league as well, but I've got to wait thirty years until I'm old enough to win a title.
::crowd laughs::
You are here because you are the smartest fans in all of wrestling. Wrestling wise they can't hold a candle to the young lions here in the GLCW. They get by on who they use to be and not who they are. I have to admit, I loved watching most of those guys wrestle back in their day. But now it is time for them to take their bows and leave the stage for A NEW GENERATION!
::crowd stars a New Gen chant::
We have a lot of great wrestlers here such as Manson and
myself who are willing to take the ball and run with it if given the opportunity. Wrestlers who are willing to oppose the system in order to see old school wrestling prevail. This battle royal is our best chance to set things right and regain control of the league.
Now, I hate to say this, but I can't do this on my own. I need you the fans to stand behind me and support me against the seven other individuals in this match. You will be the all important 12th man at Riptide and if we are ever going to take this sport back, we need to take a stand. :ounds fist into hand::
It is time to assemble our army. Everyone here today will recieve a free t-shirt. On the front it says "Marxism" and on the back it says, "Feel the Power of the Old School Revolution". I paid for this out of my own pocket because I wanted to give a little back to those who have given so much to me. This war is not one man's battle, it will take the courage of many to stand by me and fight for what they believe.
Some of use aren't as courageous as others so I've decided to help you all out ::laughs::, I've brought with me today a little liquid courage to share with you all!
::Marxism chant starts up::
JONATHAN MARX: Just to let you know, we've closed off the street and we've got some classic rock to party down to. Brandon and the dojo students will be handing out the free t-shirts and beer. If any of you would like to get your shirt autographed, I'll be sitting at the table signing for anyone who wants one.
God bless you all and god bless the old school revolution! ::steps down from the podium::
JONATHAN MARX: Now, let the party begin... We are here, we have beer, and we are proud!
CROWD: WE ARE HERE, WE HAVE BEER, WE ARE PROUD! WE ARE HERE, WE HAVE BEER, WE ARE PROUD! WE ARE HERE, WE HAVE BEER, WE ARE PROUD!
::Marx is mobbed as he steps off the wooden crate::
FTB
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-24-03 AT 01:14 PM (EST)]::Brandon Jacobs, Jonathan Marx, and several members from the Marxism dojo are standing outside of Value City Arena with two tables full of boxes of free t-shirts, two kegs of beer, and a DJ setup. Jonathan Marx is standing on a wooden crate with a megaphone::
::a large gathering of fans have assembled around from internet postings and signs put on power poles::
JONATHAN MARX: Thank you everyone for coming. People think of me as a heel because I want to change the system. People think of me as a villian because I oppose the evil regime which has destroyed all that is good about wrestling. People say that I'm too old fashioned and too idealistic to be a part of wrestling today. How many among you have heard the same thing?
::half the crowd raises their hand::
Don't be ashamed of what you are, is there anyone else?
::the rest of the crowd raises their hands::
Don't worry folks, we aren't the dinosaurs. We aren't the people who need to change. Our point of view still matters because we are the ones who still go out and support this product because we have the sickness. Everyone here today loves this sport and we want to see it saved.
:
eople applaud::Now I hate to bash other promotions but I had the displeasure of turning on the TV set and watching another wrestling show a couple of nights ago. They don't understand wrestling and they are obsessed with shoving the same old legends down our throats over and over again.
::crowd starts a **** sucks chant::
I'd try to save that league as well, but I've got to wait thirty years until I'm old enough to win a title.
::crowd laughs::
You are here because you are the smartest fans in all of wrestling. Wrestling wise they can't hold a candle to the young lions here in the GLCW. They get by on who they use to be and not who they are. I have to admit, I loved watching most of those guys wrestle back in their day. But now it is time for them to take their bows and leave the stage for A NEW GENERATION!
::crowd stars a New Gen chant::
We have a lot of great wrestlers here such as Manson and
myself who are willing to take the ball and run with it if given the opportunity. Wrestlers who are willing to oppose the system in order to see old school wrestling prevail. This battle royal is our best chance to set things right and regain control of the league.
Now, I hate to say this, but I can't do this on my own. I need you the fans to stand behind me and support me against the seven other individuals in this match. You will be the all important 12th man at Riptide and if we are ever going to take this sport back, we need to take a stand. :
ounds fist into hand:: It is time to assemble our army. Everyone here today will recieve a free t-shirt. On the front it says "Marxism" and on the back it says, "Feel the Power of the Old School Revolution". I paid for this out of my own pocket because I wanted to give a little back to those who have given so much to me. This war is not one man's battle, it will take the courage of many to stand by me and fight for what they believe.
Some of use aren't as courageous as others so I've decided to help you all out ::laughs::, I've brought with me today a little liquid courage to share with you all!
::Marxism chant starts up::
JONATHAN MARX: Just to let you know, we've closed off the street and we've got some classic rock to party down to. Brandon and the dojo students will be handing out the free t-shirts and beer. If any of you would like to get your shirt autographed, I'll be sitting at the table signing for anyone who wants one.
God bless you all and god bless the old school revolution! ::steps down from the podium::
JONATHAN MARX: Now, let the party begin... We are here, we have beer, and we are proud!
CROWD: WE ARE HERE, WE HAVE BEER, WE ARE PROUD! WE ARE HERE, WE HAVE BEER, WE ARE PROUD! WE ARE HERE, WE HAVE BEER, WE ARE PROUD!
::Marx is mobbed as he steps off the wooden crate::
FTB
JLevinson
Diva Tree
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2000
- Messages
- 707
- Points
- 0
- Age
- 43
Nothing
(FADEIN to the stripped down apartment of Anarky, who sits in a simple wooden chair in front of a glass coffee table upon which rests an opal and marble chess set. The pieces are set up for a game, but nothing has been moved, and there is no opponent on the other side of the table.)
ANARKY: "Chess is not so unlike wrestling. Every match has a winner and loser. Yet... even a loser can gain something from his loss. Maybe he learns something, if only about himself. Perhaps we grows in strength, so that another day, another match, he can achieve victory. But my opponents... their common thread... is that they gain nothing from loss. Jared Wells... Michael Manson... even the Man with a Message, Cannonball Kidd... they refuse to learn anything. It is as though they refuse to grow. They refuse to... evolve, so to speak.
"Cannonball Kidd... I do not know your message, but I suspect it lacks substance. In fact, so far as I can tell, you don't actually have a message. You use buzzwords like self-acutalization, but what does it mean? Fulfilling your potential? Realizing your place in the Universe? You don't even care to explain it to us, and yet you berrate us for not understanding. Is self-actualization just the act of dissecting your opponents' arguments? If so, you're hardly the only one. After all, that's what we do here, isn't it? You're not any different than anyone else. You win some, you lose some. You talk about how much better you are than everyone else. You work out. You speak in lies because it's easier to accept than the truth. In fact, so far as I can tell, the only difference between you and everyone else is the word self-actualization. Seems to me that all you have is a crutch, Kidd. I am unimpressed.
"And you, Jared... you make even less sense than Manson. You think we're scared? Of what? Your consecutive losses streak? The fact that you're well past a prime that wasn't even very impressive in your hey day? I mean, let's face it... even when you WERE a Champion, you paled in comparison to me. I was the man you always wanted to be... and for what? Belts? Money? Self-fulfillment? If you can't be a man without it, Jared... you'll NEVER be a man with it.
"Marx... I admire you. There was a time when I was wide-eyed and full of hope like you. Hope that I could change the way things are. That I could make people see my truths. But nobody wants to see, Marx. Free beer and t-shirts aren't going to show them. Old-school wrestling isn't going to show them. They grew tired of it twenty years ago. It's not enough to use a brainbuster. They demand blood. They demand a higher level of violence. And I give it to them. You might think that all is lost... that this new wave of blood has somehow taken away from what it is we do... but it hasn't. It has just left people like you behind. If you cannot evolve, Marx, then you cannot survive. This is survival of the fittest. And you are not fit.
"Finally, Manson... we come to you. The master of deception. The man who spins so many yarns that it's a wonder we don't just call him The Seamstress. After all, Manson, the only people you really are Champion of is yourself. In your own mind, I'm sure the GLCW really does revolve around you. I'm sure, in your mind, you pinned Maelstrom in front of the thousands in attendance and millions at home. I'm sure you've still got that belt around your waist. And I'm sure people actually care about you. But just because people like Marx and Kidd kiss your ass doesn't mean you're a Champion. Just because you can sucker Stephen Morgan into doing your bidding doesn't mean you're the Man.
"In fact, Manson, the more I hear you talk, the less sense you make. You think I'm crazy to be optimistic? Why, Manson? I haven't lost yet. You have. I'm not the one who submitted, Manson. I'm not the one who would do anything to get a shot at the Title again. I know that I'll have mine sooner or later. But what I want is so much greater than what you want. You want a belt. A piece of tin and leather. But what I want... is the Champion. I want the lifeless carcass of Maelstrom lying at my feet. I want the wails of mercy being cried from the mindless fans. I want them to realize that their hero worship is blind and foolish. I want the whole world to see what happens to frauds. But mostly, Manson... I want the blood. The violence. I want it to overfill and spill into my days. I want to never go unsated... and when I have the belt... I never will. When I have the belt, they will continue to feed me, over and over again, until I can finally be at peace. Until I have covered myself in YOUR blood... in MAELSTROM'S blood... in RABESQUE'S blood. Only then will I have what I want.
"You see, Manson... the difference between you and I... and the thing that will always make me greater than you... is that I just don't care. You think that people's worship of you is important. You think that if people kiss your ass or want you dead that it matters. But it doesn't. You think people don't care about me, Manson? It doesn't matter, because they will. And even if the never did, it will never matter. They will know hate when I have destroyed their dreams... when I have destroyed their Champion... their God. They will know fear and darkness then. And so will you. Because no one escapes Anarky. Not even you."
(FADEOUT as he knocks the chess set from the table, watching as the pieces shatter when they hit the floor.)
(FADEIN to the stripped down apartment of Anarky, who sits in a simple wooden chair in front of a glass coffee table upon which rests an opal and marble chess set. The pieces are set up for a game, but nothing has been moved, and there is no opponent on the other side of the table.)
ANARKY: "Chess is not so unlike wrestling. Every match has a winner and loser. Yet... even a loser can gain something from his loss. Maybe he learns something, if only about himself. Perhaps we grows in strength, so that another day, another match, he can achieve victory. But my opponents... their common thread... is that they gain nothing from loss. Jared Wells... Michael Manson... even the Man with a Message, Cannonball Kidd... they refuse to learn anything. It is as though they refuse to grow. They refuse to... evolve, so to speak.
"Cannonball Kidd... I do not know your message, but I suspect it lacks substance. In fact, so far as I can tell, you don't actually have a message. You use buzzwords like self-acutalization, but what does it mean? Fulfilling your potential? Realizing your place in the Universe? You don't even care to explain it to us, and yet you berrate us for not understanding. Is self-actualization just the act of dissecting your opponents' arguments? If so, you're hardly the only one. After all, that's what we do here, isn't it? You're not any different than anyone else. You win some, you lose some. You talk about how much better you are than everyone else. You work out. You speak in lies because it's easier to accept than the truth. In fact, so far as I can tell, the only difference between you and everyone else is the word self-actualization. Seems to me that all you have is a crutch, Kidd. I am unimpressed.
"And you, Jared... you make even less sense than Manson. You think we're scared? Of what? Your consecutive losses streak? The fact that you're well past a prime that wasn't even very impressive in your hey day? I mean, let's face it... even when you WERE a Champion, you paled in comparison to me. I was the man you always wanted to be... and for what? Belts? Money? Self-fulfillment? If you can't be a man without it, Jared... you'll NEVER be a man with it.
"Marx... I admire you. There was a time when I was wide-eyed and full of hope like you. Hope that I could change the way things are. That I could make people see my truths. But nobody wants to see, Marx. Free beer and t-shirts aren't going to show them. Old-school wrestling isn't going to show them. They grew tired of it twenty years ago. It's not enough to use a brainbuster. They demand blood. They demand a higher level of violence. And I give it to them. You might think that all is lost... that this new wave of blood has somehow taken away from what it is we do... but it hasn't. It has just left people like you behind. If you cannot evolve, Marx, then you cannot survive. This is survival of the fittest. And you are not fit.
"Finally, Manson... we come to you. The master of deception. The man who spins so many yarns that it's a wonder we don't just call him The Seamstress. After all, Manson, the only people you really are Champion of is yourself. In your own mind, I'm sure the GLCW really does revolve around you. I'm sure, in your mind, you pinned Maelstrom in front of the thousands in attendance and millions at home. I'm sure you've still got that belt around your waist. And I'm sure people actually care about you. But just because people like Marx and Kidd kiss your ass doesn't mean you're a Champion. Just because you can sucker Stephen Morgan into doing your bidding doesn't mean you're the Man.
"In fact, Manson, the more I hear you talk, the less sense you make. You think I'm crazy to be optimistic? Why, Manson? I haven't lost yet. You have. I'm not the one who submitted, Manson. I'm not the one who would do anything to get a shot at the Title again. I know that I'll have mine sooner or later. But what I want is so much greater than what you want. You want a belt. A piece of tin and leather. But what I want... is the Champion. I want the lifeless carcass of Maelstrom lying at my feet. I want the wails of mercy being cried from the mindless fans. I want them to realize that their hero worship is blind and foolish. I want the whole world to see what happens to frauds. But mostly, Manson... I want the blood. The violence. I want it to overfill and spill into my days. I want to never go unsated... and when I have the belt... I never will. When I have the belt, they will continue to feed me, over and over again, until I can finally be at peace. Until I have covered myself in YOUR blood... in MAELSTROM'S blood... in RABESQUE'S blood. Only then will I have what I want.
"You see, Manson... the difference between you and I... and the thing that will always make me greater than you... is that I just don't care. You think that people's worship of you is important. You think that if people kiss your ass or want you dead that it matters. But it doesn't. You think people don't care about me, Manson? It doesn't matter, because they will. And even if the never did, it will never matter. They will know hate when I have destroyed their dreams... when I have destroyed their Champion... their God. They will know fear and darkness then. And so will you. Because no one escapes Anarky. Not even you."
(FADEOUT as he knocks the chess set from the table, watching as the pieces shatter when they hit the floor.)
Manson
League Member
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2000
- Messages
- 382
- Points
- 0
A Man of the People
((FADEIN: The People's Champion Michael Manson wearing the new Mike Manson the People's Champ t-shirt and black jeans sits on a bench in a darkened, undisclosed location.))
MANSON: You know, Nark, I'm starting to see why you want to fight Maelstrom so much. Really, I see it now. Because you're starting to sound just like him, albeit with better grammar and vocabulary. All of this that nothing matters..fighting is for the sake of fighting..etc. If you cared about nothing, you'd never leave your bed.
Of course I care about things, I have to live n this world, I work in this promotion, I have to deal with the things around me. And yes, I keep telling you, Nark, the GLCW does revolve around me. Why else did you bother to work with me when you first showed up? You're undefeated? That's great too, but that apparently hasn't earned you a title shot either since you, like me, am forced to work with trash like Jared Wells to get one. I have my excuse wich is that King Krusher wants to see me strapped down and given lethal injection. What's yours?
I understand that my shadow can be a difficult place to be, but I have tried to help, Nark, I really have. I tried to help Maelstrom too, but he is even less receptive than you. Must be his upbringing. You two do deserve each other I suppose and so I'll have to go to the length of selflessly helping you again. I'll win the battle royal and the tite and then the two of you can kill each other for months, the rest of your lives, etc. Throw Jean Rabesque since well, no one really likes him either..and then you'll all have each other.
But it is good that Jonathan Marx is optimistic, it is. Because then later on I or someone else can crush that out of him or use to that to my or someone else's own ends. Right now, I'm his hero and who can blame him? This is a young man wise enough to use alcohol to gain the support of the people (my people). Why? He cares..of course..you have to..because these are the people that can help him..his philosophy..and of course these are the people that would one day pay his large salary which could possibly be close to mine.
He's not going to win, but he can at least learn valuable lessons in the process. Unlike Jared Wells who can't get over the fact that I represent all the many peoples of the GLCW. My face is that of the multitudes that buy my merchandise. Now I proved this not only by having a referee take my side but by also defeating Jared Wells as soundles as OJ Simpson defeated the legal system. Obvously though, Jared has learned nothing from our encounter. He thought I respected him for some apparently cocaine induced reason. Moeover, if he couldn't have beaten me before, why would he ever be able to now?
I understand your disappointment, Jared. It is a burden being the People's Camp, not that'd you understand that. But we can't all be what we want to be. Ask Nark about that. But you can be one of the people..wearing the latest Mike Manson shirt and chanting my name and eating my pez..because that's the closest you'll get to actually winning.
((FADEIN: The People's Champion Michael Manson wearing the new Mike Manson the People's Champ t-shirt and black jeans sits on a bench in a darkened, undisclosed location.))
MANSON: You know, Nark, I'm starting to see why you want to fight Maelstrom so much. Really, I see it now. Because you're starting to sound just like him, albeit with better grammar and vocabulary. All of this that nothing matters..fighting is for the sake of fighting..etc. If you cared about nothing, you'd never leave your bed.
Of course I care about things, I have to live n this world, I work in this promotion, I have to deal with the things around me. And yes, I keep telling you, Nark, the GLCW does revolve around me. Why else did you bother to work with me when you first showed up? You're undefeated? That's great too, but that apparently hasn't earned you a title shot either since you, like me, am forced to work with trash like Jared Wells to get one. I have my excuse wich is that King Krusher wants to see me strapped down and given lethal injection. What's yours?
I understand that my shadow can be a difficult place to be, but I have tried to help, Nark, I really have. I tried to help Maelstrom too, but he is even less receptive than you. Must be his upbringing. You two do deserve each other I suppose and so I'll have to go to the length of selflessly helping you again. I'll win the battle royal and the tite and then the two of you can kill each other for months, the rest of your lives, etc. Throw Jean Rabesque since well, no one really likes him either..and then you'll all have each other.
But it is good that Jonathan Marx is optimistic, it is. Because then later on I or someone else can crush that out of him or use to that to my or someone else's own ends. Right now, I'm his hero and who can blame him? This is a young man wise enough to use alcohol to gain the support of the people (my people). Why? He cares..of course..you have to..because these are the people that can help him..his philosophy..and of course these are the people that would one day pay his large salary which could possibly be close to mine.
He's not going to win, but he can at least learn valuable lessons in the process. Unlike Jared Wells who can't get over the fact that I represent all the many peoples of the GLCW. My face is that of the multitudes that buy my merchandise. Now I proved this not only by having a referee take my side but by also defeating Jared Wells as soundles as OJ Simpson defeated the legal system. Obvously though, Jared has learned nothing from our encounter. He thought I respected him for some apparently cocaine induced reason. Moeover, if he couldn't have beaten me before, why would he ever be able to now?
I understand your disappointment, Jared. It is a burden being the People's Camp, not that'd you understand that. But we can't all be what we want to be. Ask Nark about that. But you can be one of the people..wearing the latest Mike Manson shirt and chanting my name and eating my pez..because that's the closest you'll get to actually winning.
GARTHIsTheLaw
League Member
Disappointment
(Cueup: "The Best of Me" by the Starting Line)
(Things start out with a black screen. After a few seconds, the words "CANNONBALL KIDD" appear, grow seemingly closer to the camera, and then fade out. They are followed by "A MAN" and "WITH A MESSAGE". After the text is a close-up on Cannonball Kidd's eyes, covered as always by his signature flight goggles)
Cannonball Kidd: It is a fortunate thing indeed that my motivation to speak is my selfless commitments to helping my opponents discover self-actualization as I have. If my motivation were simply to rebut the statements of my opponents, I don't think it would be so easy to speak again so soon.
(Camera pans back to show Cannonball's full face)
Cannonball Kidd: Why, you ask? Well, if I were just out to make noise, there'd be no point in trying to rebut arguments, since essentially nothing has changed since last I came out to speak. Jared Wells continues to spout buzzwords and catch phrases, Anarky continues with his unique mix of bland threats and faux philosophy, and Michael Manson continues to be consumed by his overconfidence. Jonathan Marx has entered the fray since last I spoke, but has proven to be nothing more than a composite of the lower-ranked half of the GLCW roster. I guess the league officials figured they could cut down the number of people in the battle royal by using Marx to represent everyone who didn't deserve to get in.
(Cannonball shrugs)
Cannonball Kidd: But I'm not out here to rebut arguments. Where a man who is not self-actualized would give up and stop talking or resort to repeating himself, I'm still willing to help. My opponents are demonstrating more than ever that they need my help, and I won't let them down, no matter how much they try to convince me - and themselves - that they don't need my help. The question, then, is this. How do I help these people further if I don't know anything more about them than I did the last time I tried to help?
(The camera zooms out to show Cannonball's torso)
Cannonball Kidd: I've told Michael Manson that he needs to take things more seriously. I've told Jared Wells that he needs to control his anger. I've told Anarky that he needs to seek psychological counseling. And I've told Jonathan Marx - not directly, of course, but through past opponents he's exactly like - that he needs to come up with some sort of hook to set himself apart from the rest. And yet, despite my urging, none of my opponents has changed a thing. Further helping them will be difficult. Or will it?
(Cannonball adopts a faux thoughful look)
Cannonball Kidd: The solution is simple. My opponents are being excessively repetitive, so what better way to help them than by trying to bring an end to that problem? And not only will I be handing out this free advice, but perhaps by doing so, I can convince some of my more skeptical opponents - Anarky, I'm looking in your proverbial direction - that my program is rock-solid, and the reason some doubt its effectiveness is because I can't possibly present all of it at once and everyone seems to expect me to be able to do that. Self-actualization isn't just something you can wake up with someday, you know. It's something you have to work at for years.
(Cannonball puts up one finger on his right hand)
Cannonball Kidd: And since Anarky has been the biggest doubter of my program, I'll start with him. Anarky, while I've never really been a believer that movie and TV violence can cause violent tendencies in children, I'm beginning to think it may have some sway over mentally unbalanced professional wrestlers. Your attitude appears to be nothing more than the sum total of every ultra-violent action hero and villain of the past twenty, thirty years. You talk about covering yourself in your opponents' blood, about survival of the fittest, about how you "just don't care"...you even threw in the number-one wrestling clichè of all time, the comparison between the sport and a chess game. You can't get all your inspiration from Sylvester Stallone, as tempting as it seems. Maybe you should consider looking within for the true Anarky...you may think he's too weak to be the Anarky that goes out and wrestles every night, but I think you'll soon find he's much better equipped for this sport if you know how to use him right.
(Cannonball puts up a second finger on his right hand)
Cannonball Kidd: Next up...Jared Wells. You can start to pull yourself out of the hole you've dug yourself into with a little dose of reality. No matter how much you lose in GLCW, you continue to believe that you can keep doing things exactly the same, and that eventually it will start working...but you should know better than anyone else that in wrestling, attitudes get LESS effective as time goes on, not MORE effective. And unless you change what you're doing, you're just going to keep getting less effective until you have to retire for the forty-seventh time. If you can't learn to control your anger as I suggested earlier, maybe you could at least find a way to get it to manifest differently. Get one of those stress balls or something...anything will help.
(Cannonball puts up a third finger)
Cannonball Kidd: Michael Manson, you're number three. I've figured out why you have trouble taking things seriously - it's because you're very overconfident. Granted, a man of your proven caliber has the right to be confident, but you take it to extremes I scarcely thought possible. I won't try to convince you to be more modest yet, of course - at this point I know you can't take such a huge step. But if you want to stay interesting forever, you're going to have to come up with some sort of attitude other than the invincible one - because one of these days, not too long from now, you're going to lose and not have a way to reconcile it. And when that happens, you'd be wise to have something to fall back on.
(Cannonball puts up finger number four)
Cannonball Kidd: And finally, there's Jonathan Marx. Jonathan, as I've said, you essentially have nothing to set yourself apart from the pack. Your main goals seem to be to bring wrestling back to the "good ol' days" and getting the fans to love you by providing them with free things. And the tragedy is, not only is there an endless list of wrestlers with the same goals, but they're goals you can't possibly hope to see through to the end...changing the state of wrestling today to the state of wrestling yesterday is about as likely as convincing everyone to trade in their Xboxes, PlayStation 2s and GameCubes for Atari 2600s; and the fans will only love the free things you give them, they'll forget about you as soon as the kegs run dry and someone else offers them pretzels. Fans in this business are more fickle than you think, and you're going to have to have some iota of originality in order to get them on your side. Even Wells has SOME originality.
(Cannonball stops counting on his fingers and adopts a heroic pose)
Cannonball Kidd: See how easy that was? Now all of you can benefit from my Message. And just think...the benefits you get from taking my advice are just the TINIEST preview of how you can benefit if you agree to let me help you, and let my program into your life. Doubt that my program works if you must...but once I get someone to listen to my Message and you see the results in him, you'll realize the effect it could have on your career as well. You'd be wisest to be that first person - you'll have the least competition for my help.
(The camera zooms in on Cannonball's face)
Cannonball Kidd: I admit that my program isn't yet in high demand. But I knew from the start that it would take time to catch on... and time has been passing. I expect my program to catch on soon, and the opportunity to be the first recipient of my Message will be gone before long. I've got seven opponents at Riptide, and surely one of you will be smart enough to agree to let me help you. Granted, each of you has six other opponents to deal with, but they can't have the same effect on your life that I can. Because unlike the rest of the men in this match, I am a Man...
(Camera zooms in on Cannonball's eyes)
Cannonball Kidd: ...with a Message.
(Fade out)
(Cueup: "The Best of Me" by the Starting Line)
(Things start out with a black screen. After a few seconds, the words "CANNONBALL KIDD" appear, grow seemingly closer to the camera, and then fade out. They are followed by "A MAN" and "WITH A MESSAGE". After the text is a close-up on Cannonball Kidd's eyes, covered as always by his signature flight goggles)
Cannonball Kidd: It is a fortunate thing indeed that my motivation to speak is my selfless commitments to helping my opponents discover self-actualization as I have. If my motivation were simply to rebut the statements of my opponents, I don't think it would be so easy to speak again so soon.
(Camera pans back to show Cannonball's full face)
Cannonball Kidd: Why, you ask? Well, if I were just out to make noise, there'd be no point in trying to rebut arguments, since essentially nothing has changed since last I came out to speak. Jared Wells continues to spout buzzwords and catch phrases, Anarky continues with his unique mix of bland threats and faux philosophy, and Michael Manson continues to be consumed by his overconfidence. Jonathan Marx has entered the fray since last I spoke, but has proven to be nothing more than a composite of the lower-ranked half of the GLCW roster. I guess the league officials figured they could cut down the number of people in the battle royal by using Marx to represent everyone who didn't deserve to get in.
(Cannonball shrugs)
Cannonball Kidd: But I'm not out here to rebut arguments. Where a man who is not self-actualized would give up and stop talking or resort to repeating himself, I'm still willing to help. My opponents are demonstrating more than ever that they need my help, and I won't let them down, no matter how much they try to convince me - and themselves - that they don't need my help. The question, then, is this. How do I help these people further if I don't know anything more about them than I did the last time I tried to help?
(The camera zooms out to show Cannonball's torso)
Cannonball Kidd: I've told Michael Manson that he needs to take things more seriously. I've told Jared Wells that he needs to control his anger. I've told Anarky that he needs to seek psychological counseling. And I've told Jonathan Marx - not directly, of course, but through past opponents he's exactly like - that he needs to come up with some sort of hook to set himself apart from the rest. And yet, despite my urging, none of my opponents has changed a thing. Further helping them will be difficult. Or will it?
(Cannonball adopts a faux thoughful look)
Cannonball Kidd: The solution is simple. My opponents are being excessively repetitive, so what better way to help them than by trying to bring an end to that problem? And not only will I be handing out this free advice, but perhaps by doing so, I can convince some of my more skeptical opponents - Anarky, I'm looking in your proverbial direction - that my program is rock-solid, and the reason some doubt its effectiveness is because I can't possibly present all of it at once and everyone seems to expect me to be able to do that. Self-actualization isn't just something you can wake up with someday, you know. It's something you have to work at for years.
(Cannonball puts up one finger on his right hand)
Cannonball Kidd: And since Anarky has been the biggest doubter of my program, I'll start with him. Anarky, while I've never really been a believer that movie and TV violence can cause violent tendencies in children, I'm beginning to think it may have some sway over mentally unbalanced professional wrestlers. Your attitude appears to be nothing more than the sum total of every ultra-violent action hero and villain of the past twenty, thirty years. You talk about covering yourself in your opponents' blood, about survival of the fittest, about how you "just don't care"...you even threw in the number-one wrestling clichè of all time, the comparison between the sport and a chess game. You can't get all your inspiration from Sylvester Stallone, as tempting as it seems. Maybe you should consider looking within for the true Anarky...you may think he's too weak to be the Anarky that goes out and wrestles every night, but I think you'll soon find he's much better equipped for this sport if you know how to use him right.
(Cannonball puts up a second finger on his right hand)
Cannonball Kidd: Next up...Jared Wells. You can start to pull yourself out of the hole you've dug yourself into with a little dose of reality. No matter how much you lose in GLCW, you continue to believe that you can keep doing things exactly the same, and that eventually it will start working...but you should know better than anyone else that in wrestling, attitudes get LESS effective as time goes on, not MORE effective. And unless you change what you're doing, you're just going to keep getting less effective until you have to retire for the forty-seventh time. If you can't learn to control your anger as I suggested earlier, maybe you could at least find a way to get it to manifest differently. Get one of those stress balls or something...anything will help.
(Cannonball puts up a third finger)
Cannonball Kidd: Michael Manson, you're number three. I've figured out why you have trouble taking things seriously - it's because you're very overconfident. Granted, a man of your proven caliber has the right to be confident, but you take it to extremes I scarcely thought possible. I won't try to convince you to be more modest yet, of course - at this point I know you can't take such a huge step. But if you want to stay interesting forever, you're going to have to come up with some sort of attitude other than the invincible one - because one of these days, not too long from now, you're going to lose and not have a way to reconcile it. And when that happens, you'd be wise to have something to fall back on.
(Cannonball puts up finger number four)
Cannonball Kidd: And finally, there's Jonathan Marx. Jonathan, as I've said, you essentially have nothing to set yourself apart from the pack. Your main goals seem to be to bring wrestling back to the "good ol' days" and getting the fans to love you by providing them with free things. And the tragedy is, not only is there an endless list of wrestlers with the same goals, but they're goals you can't possibly hope to see through to the end...changing the state of wrestling today to the state of wrestling yesterday is about as likely as convincing everyone to trade in their Xboxes, PlayStation 2s and GameCubes for Atari 2600s; and the fans will only love the free things you give them, they'll forget about you as soon as the kegs run dry and someone else offers them pretzels. Fans in this business are more fickle than you think, and you're going to have to have some iota of originality in order to get them on your side. Even Wells has SOME originality.
(Cannonball stops counting on his fingers and adopts a heroic pose)
Cannonball Kidd: See how easy that was? Now all of you can benefit from my Message. And just think...the benefits you get from taking my advice are just the TINIEST preview of how you can benefit if you agree to let me help you, and let my program into your life. Doubt that my program works if you must...but once I get someone to listen to my Message and you see the results in him, you'll realize the effect it could have on your career as well. You'd be wisest to be that first person - you'll have the least competition for my help.
(The camera zooms in on Cannonball's face)
Cannonball Kidd: I admit that my program isn't yet in high demand. But I knew from the start that it would take time to catch on... and time has been passing. I expect my program to catch on soon, and the opportunity to be the first recipient of my Message will be gone before long. I've got seven opponents at Riptide, and surely one of you will be smart enough to agree to let me help you. Granted, each of you has six other opponents to deal with, but they can't have the same effect on your life that I can. Because unlike the rest of the men in this match, I am a Man...
(Camera zooms in on Cannonball's eyes)
Cannonball Kidd: ...with a Message.
(Fade out)
ChrisHorowitz
League Member
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2000
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RE: Disappointment
(Cue up "The Celebration of the Lizard" by the Doors.)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia Compound. Cut to, the living room, same situation as always.)
The Jobber: Well, it seems someone decided to listen, or needed another body to fill the ranks of this battle royale. But it is the thought that counts, so for the sake of establishing a trusting and mutually respectful relationship between employer and employee I will assume the GLCW higher ups decided to put me in this Battle Royale for my own good.
I cannot say that this is the right gift for he who was such a successful Television champion, but it is a step in the right direction. Possibly a large step, possibly a smaller symbolic one, possibly a slap in the face as this turns into nothing more than an insult to me than an actual chance at contendership, but again, I am being positive about my relationship with GLCW management, so this assumption will not be taken into consideration.
There is no reason for me to fear many of those in this battle royale. Men like Jonathan Marx and the Cannonball Kidd have been middling lurkers their entire career, never rising up past a certain point, and always settling back towards the center if they were ever given a token shot at the top. So in this new era of good feelings between myself and the powers that be, I must assume that they are here as the filler, and that I am the featured talent with the former GLCW Golden boy Michael Manson.
Then there's the tier of the participants. Jared Wells, a man so much like Sean Edmunds, a man I had to deal with earlier in my GLCW career. A paper champion in a league that had no talent, Wells thinks himself quite the talent, when in reality he is here only to fall at my knees. I must say that men like Wells do entertain me greatly. Despite their lacking of in ring ability, they do possess some sort of pathetic amount of courage and arrogance. It's sad in one way to see a man who puts so much value in his previous accomplishments, accomplishments so worthless in the grand scheme of things. Yes we are aware that at one point you were world Champion of nothing. I can declare myself World Champion of the local yahoos if I decided to, but I prefer accomplishments that I can take pride in, not those that cause me to hang my head in shame.
What a concept... accomplishments that mean something.
But then there is Anarky... Anarky a man I really have no opinion on. He has held titles that are worth something, but at the same time he never has been in that top tier... he was seen as a fluke by some, and I have sometimes felt that reign was a fluke, seeing as I was in the title match with him, where he won the belt and I was never pinned. Not being in on such a big pinfall does make you think, but I won't hold it against Anarky. Perhaps this will be my chance to finally throw Anarky from the squared circle.
Or perhaps this will be another match where Anarky takes the victory over another man, while I am kept busy. But, this is a new era of good feeling, so it has never crossed my mind that it is simply the goal of the GLCW powers that be to place me in this match up only to silence my cries of wrong doing and claims of being buried only so I can be held down by a battle royale conspiracy. This is of course not the case, as I am sure this match is utterly on the up and up.
So, this is the field... has beens, never weres, legends, middling warriors, and one man I have mixed feelings on... Most interesting.
Most interesting.
(Fade out)
(Cue up "The Celebration of the Lizard" by the Doors.)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia Compound. Cut to, the living room, same situation as always.)
The Jobber: Well, it seems someone decided to listen, or needed another body to fill the ranks of this battle royale. But it is the thought that counts, so for the sake of establishing a trusting and mutually respectful relationship between employer and employee I will assume the GLCW higher ups decided to put me in this Battle Royale for my own good.
I cannot say that this is the right gift for he who was such a successful Television champion, but it is a step in the right direction. Possibly a large step, possibly a smaller symbolic one, possibly a slap in the face as this turns into nothing more than an insult to me than an actual chance at contendership, but again, I am being positive about my relationship with GLCW management, so this assumption will not be taken into consideration.
There is no reason for me to fear many of those in this battle royale. Men like Jonathan Marx and the Cannonball Kidd have been middling lurkers their entire career, never rising up past a certain point, and always settling back towards the center if they were ever given a token shot at the top. So in this new era of good feelings between myself and the powers that be, I must assume that they are here as the filler, and that I am the featured talent with the former GLCW Golden boy Michael Manson.
Then there's the tier of the participants. Jared Wells, a man so much like Sean Edmunds, a man I had to deal with earlier in my GLCW career. A paper champion in a league that had no talent, Wells thinks himself quite the talent, when in reality he is here only to fall at my knees. I must say that men like Wells do entertain me greatly. Despite their lacking of in ring ability, they do possess some sort of pathetic amount of courage and arrogance. It's sad in one way to see a man who puts so much value in his previous accomplishments, accomplishments so worthless in the grand scheme of things. Yes we are aware that at one point you were world Champion of nothing. I can declare myself World Champion of the local yahoos if I decided to, but I prefer accomplishments that I can take pride in, not those that cause me to hang my head in shame.
What a concept... accomplishments that mean something.
But then there is Anarky... Anarky a man I really have no opinion on. He has held titles that are worth something, but at the same time he never has been in that top tier... he was seen as a fluke by some, and I have sometimes felt that reign was a fluke, seeing as I was in the title match with him, where he won the belt and I was never pinned. Not being in on such a big pinfall does make you think, but I won't hold it against Anarky. Perhaps this will be my chance to finally throw Anarky from the squared circle.
Or perhaps this will be another match where Anarky takes the victory over another man, while I am kept busy. But, this is a new era of good feeling, so it has never crossed my mind that it is simply the goal of the GLCW powers that be to place me in this match up only to silence my cries of wrong doing and claims of being buried only so I can be held down by a battle royale conspiracy. This is of course not the case, as I am sure this match is utterly on the up and up.
So, this is the field... has beens, never weres, legends, middling warriors, and one man I have mixed feelings on... Most interesting.
Most interesting.
(Fade out)
BarryClarkJr
DADDY
No More Waiting...
(Camera opens to a close up to Jared Wells face as his hands are placed under his chin relaxing. Camera zooms away as the background appears with old wrestling posters, titles, and other wrestling stuff. Posters of Anarky, Michael Manson, Attaxx, Paul Pierce, Doc Silver, Joe Massacre, Sean Edmunds, and a few others)
JARED WELLS: This is where I collect all of my wrestling past and present. Since I started in this business in 1995 I've just kept copy of everything I've done. It's funny I haven't been back here since 1998. Nothing really new on the wall as of late. But to make a long story short, I'm ready to dust the walls and add MORE! Hm, let's start by WINNING the BATTLE ROYAL what do you say?
I don't want to sound to cocky but I'm feelin' pretty damn good about it even if the odds are against me. I'm not dumb, and I wasn't born yesterday. I've read what the papers had to say. It's a toss up between Manson and Anarky to win the battle royal.
(Wells begins to get angry but then takes a deep breath and smiles)
That's the beauty of WRESTLING itself. The people know who will come out on top. WHAT-EVER it takes man, we will survive. We are just down to hours now. I wonder what everybody is thinking right now? Stress? Scared? Nervous? I believe that is what everybody is thinking right now. All the questions are being asked right now. What if? Why? When the night is over, all the questions will be answered. Rage 'o Fire continues to roll right along in the GLCW. We will LIVE FOREVER.
I'm sure all my opponents are thinking, WHAT THE HELL IS HE TALKING ABOUT? It's simple, very simple. I'm talking about all of my fans that will be watching ALL OVER THE WORLD. Not just the GREAT LAKES, but throughout the world. The little GLCW is all of the sudden bigger than expected. But why? Because the GLCW cannot fit guys like Anarky, Manson, Wells, Kidd, and Marx at the same time. So what do we do? Throw 'em into a battle royal and issue an award of being number one contender! All HELL will break loose. You see my quest to become number one again will continue.
I couldn't help but hear some of the remarks made about me. All the way from programs being offered to feeding bull crap to the public. All of the sudden JOBBER jumps out of the bushes and gives his two cents on how I was a PAPER CHAMPION. JO-BO, your just like the rest of the crew. I will make believers out of 'ya. Your gonna wake up and have that not so great feeling. And in your head your asking yourself, Am I that good anymore? What happened? Why RAGE? Trust me, you'll wake up realizing you are finished. I have no more comments until we get in the ring. I'll see you guys at the VALUE CITY ARENA!
TIME HAS COME TO RAGE....
(F/O)
(Camera opens to a close up to Jared Wells face as his hands are placed under his chin relaxing. Camera zooms away as the background appears with old wrestling posters, titles, and other wrestling stuff. Posters of Anarky, Michael Manson, Attaxx, Paul Pierce, Doc Silver, Joe Massacre, Sean Edmunds, and a few others)
JARED WELLS: This is where I collect all of my wrestling past and present. Since I started in this business in 1995 I've just kept copy of everything I've done. It's funny I haven't been back here since 1998. Nothing really new on the wall as of late. But to make a long story short, I'm ready to dust the walls and add MORE! Hm, let's start by WINNING the BATTLE ROYAL what do you say?
I don't want to sound to cocky but I'm feelin' pretty damn good about it even if the odds are against me. I'm not dumb, and I wasn't born yesterday. I've read what the papers had to say. It's a toss up between Manson and Anarky to win the battle royal.
(Wells begins to get angry but then takes a deep breath and smiles)
That's the beauty of WRESTLING itself. The people know who will come out on top. WHAT-EVER it takes man, we will survive. We are just down to hours now. I wonder what everybody is thinking right now? Stress? Scared? Nervous? I believe that is what everybody is thinking right now. All the questions are being asked right now. What if? Why? When the night is over, all the questions will be answered. Rage 'o Fire continues to roll right along in the GLCW. We will LIVE FOREVER.
I'm sure all my opponents are thinking, WHAT THE HELL IS HE TALKING ABOUT? It's simple, very simple. I'm talking about all of my fans that will be watching ALL OVER THE WORLD. Not just the GREAT LAKES, but throughout the world. The little GLCW is all of the sudden bigger than expected. But why? Because the GLCW cannot fit guys like Anarky, Manson, Wells, Kidd, and Marx at the same time. So what do we do? Throw 'em into a battle royal and issue an award of being number one contender! All HELL will break loose. You see my quest to become number one again will continue.
I couldn't help but hear some of the remarks made about me. All the way from programs being offered to feeding bull crap to the public. All of the sudden JOBBER jumps out of the bushes and gives his two cents on how I was a PAPER CHAMPION. JO-BO, your just like the rest of the crew. I will make believers out of 'ya. Your gonna wake up and have that not so great feeling. And in your head your asking yourself, Am I that good anymore? What happened? Why RAGE? Trust me, you'll wake up realizing you are finished. I have no more comments until we get in the ring. I'll see you guys at the VALUE CITY ARENA!
TIME HAS COME TO RAGE....
(F/O)
PhantomZ
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I Shouldn't Be Here, But Since I Am, Here I Am...
FADE IN…
(A promotional video for Ringlords 1: Minnesota Mayhem, live on Pay Per View.)
(CUT TO: Footprints on a shoreline. The weather isn’t beautiful, and the sky isn’t blue. The water is dark and the shore is lifeless. It’s dawn.
The camera follows the footprints, until a man wearing rolled up khakis and a gray, collared shirt is seen walking, his clothes billowing softly in the lakeside breeze.)
(CUT TO: That man sitting underneath an outcrop of rock, a small fire cracking the morning cool, his bare feet resting near the base of the rock-ring. The camera focuses on him staring at the fire through the tongue of flames, his face distorted by the heat…)
(CUT TO: The fire smolders, and only a few red glowing embers remain. The man sits, his position not very different than before, the world outside now much brighter than before.)
NEMESIS: I’ve always hailed myself at being truly good at one thing.
(The man’s eyes twinkle as he gazes away from the embers, and now towards the camera. His dark eyes looking almost possessed as the reflection of red glows in his pupils.)
NEMESIS: I’ve always been a listener. Not to the point where I can say I understand everything I hear… but that I will pay close attention, and try to understand… I will sit still long enough for someone to get their ills off their chest… and I will listen.
It’s a particular characteristic that often ails me in this business.
(The man gets up from his chair, and walks out into the now-risen sunlight. The scene is brighter, though the weather hasn’t changed. The beach is vast and empty, as the water is far too cool for patrons to begin sun-bathing and burying themselves in the sand.)
NEMESIS: I’ve been sitting, and I’ve been listening. Initially, I wasn’t booked for this match… Brass told me I would have a card or two off after the PPV… a leave of absence as it were. Regardless, something fell through and here I am. Notified a little late, but hey, you know what they say.
So yes, I’ve been listening. Listening to it all. Every semantic structure uttered by any of you… and I’ve *tried* to understand it all. I’ve got a decent grip on most of it.
(The man falls to his knees in the sand, and situates himself. He sits, his legs bent in front of him, his arms resting on his knees and his eyes towards the wet horizon.)
NEMESIS: Some of you think this is all a joke. That you have no business here, that you’re some “underdog.” That you have no chance for victory. I don’t even need to state the obvious here. But as far as I can tell, those of you who feel that way, may very well be right. Ya see, this is a Battle Royal. If it were a match where the winner was decided by pinfall, submission, or DQ, it’d be a different story. But since all that decides who fails and who doesn’t is the little momentum it takes to slingshot a man up around a fulcrum-point situated a few feet up… all bets are off. Especially with eight men circling one another. Concentrate on one man, and someone lifts you up from behind, or from either side. Maybe they’ll be more than one waiting for you to shift your attention. Maybe the silent few, maybe the jobbers, maybe even the midcard will ally secretly, and jointly eject the self-proclaimed “superstars” of this federation. Perhaps one of those same low-carders will simply cover themselves in superglue and fasten themselves to a turnbuckle. In any case, skill in wrestling isn’t so much a factor here, regardless of whether or not you have T-shirts and a catchphrase.
A Legend Never Was
The People’s Champion moniker is old and tired. The people are not one-dimensional. They are multi-faceted, and reasonable. They can cheer for whom they please, not for whom they deem “most superhero-esque.” They can appreciate the heel’s skill and method, they can enjoy the face’s desperate search for acceptance and honor, they can be entertained by a man who curses their name and rides the fence in terms of right and wrong. Don’t dumb them down to think that they’ll buy into any of us as their “Champion.” Especially since every opportunity you get, you mention how your doing this to prove something. Something to yourself, and to the man who humbled you before. An old man’s diary of “could’ves and should’ves” doesn’t make you a champion. Nor does a bust of dairy… Some of you say your desires are nothing personal, yet take every step to make it just that way… making public your quest for revenge. In spite of lackluster careers stretching from the past to the present, one cannot hope to make himself an “icon” in one match… or even in a year’s worth of matches.
A Monster of Dichotomies
Some of you think this is a joke for an entirely different reason. Some think that it is an insult to be in a match with seven other “little boys.” That it’s ridiculous to put a charitable “Jaws” in a pool with little boys who are the same scared, pathetic weaklings in the water as they are on land. People who think that wrestling has no stalemate… no situation where both or all can go home happy, and an equal likelihood that everyone will go home empty-handed. In the conflict between presentation and reality, some of you think that by being a maniacal, hair-pulling fiend in one promo, and a baby-kissing saint in another makes you something special. Where championships don’t matter, but they are still discussed. When obsessions are criticized by obsessions of your own. Some of you think by analyzing the truth and the deception surrounding the competitors in this match, that you are wise… but pretending like you know the meaning of any of it is a front you can’t very well portray. One who praises making best of your mistakes, learning from your losses… but your record here shows you couldn’t have “learned” very much. Perhaps the knowledge yet is innate to you… but eventually you’ll get your lessons.
A Force-Forgotten Reemergence?
Perhaps you were thrown a bone. Perhaps your former-self warrants the opportunity now granted to the shell that’s left. When all you have is memories, it’s hard to keep the story for tomorrow interesting. Don’t curse management; don’t defile this federation’s name. You’ve already accepted their wishes, so you might as well admit that to yourself. But do not worry, for the spark has not yet died down, and the ember still glows bright red. Take care of yourself, and believe how you once believed. Fill up the shell.
False Idol, False Prophet
We’re all formalities. Not even stepping stones, but stones who still lie beneath the surface of a swiftly running stream. Patience is a virtue, indeed…but complaining all the while isn’t. Proud and true, with a twist. The simple truth is this… you are as human as the rest of us, and the admiration of those you will put-down is of no worth to anyone, save to you. You are the hunted, by those who will probably never get the revenge they seek so bitterly, because the red in their eyes blinds them. You are the revered, by those who want to see themselves beside you so that in some vicarious way, things will revolve around them too. Both are foolish. You hunger for the gold, hunger for your own vengeance. I know of retribution and of vengeance. Good luck with starvation… hope you like chicken…
Lightning Doesn’t Strike Twice
Bitterness towards me personally. In my absence, I have only seen one, carrying evidence of this. Discount past accolades, if it makes you feel better. The situation is different now. Like I said, all bets… yeah. Speak of clichés like your rants aren’t. Disregard good points, points that I’ve made before, so as not to reveal your mockery. Just because you hadn’t heard me this time around, you don’t think you can seize me up? You can’t be out of practice already… Don’t think you deserve to be here more than anyone else. Mock those if you want, if even they follow a similar path. One of your caliber wouldn’t repeat himself, eh? Well, do what I do, and watch your promos one more time… right in a row. A time when my attribute of ears has not come in handy.
A Mocked Follower/Leader
Some of you follow a man, just to lead others with promises that have been made before. That and various merchandise and beverages. Assume a realist perspective and don’t hope to win, and presumably to not eject your commander, but make it to the final three instead? Then what, jump over and out yourself, all the while head down, bowing to him? You feed off his false compliments like a dog begging for a brick. Your skill is undeniable, and I certainly think that a match to watch will be yours with another man who prides himself on technical skill… I’ll be waiting and watching. And I won’t be all that’s waiting…
Silent but Crucial
One thus far has held my bid of silence. Perhaps you too are a late arriving listener. I’ve seen what you’re capable of, and I know this isn’t all there is from you. I await your presence across the ring… oh yes.
I do await all of you, because I’ve only had the privilege a few times before, with a few. There’s much on the line here… a bit more than a shot at the champion. There’s an chance to get your point across, prove your not a has-been, prove you’re not a never-was, show just how much of this place you own, how much of a cult-of-personality you can be, to do whatever it is you want. Or it’s just a chance to win a match… or hurt a guy… or see how high you can fall from and not get very badly hurt… here ya go. Good luck with that… and leave Tony Ross alone… the poor guy.
(The man gets up, and walks back the way he came, following his own footprints.)
FADE OUT.
FADE IN…
(A promotional video for Ringlords 1: Minnesota Mayhem, live on Pay Per View.)
(CUT TO: Footprints on a shoreline. The weather isn’t beautiful, and the sky isn’t blue. The water is dark and the shore is lifeless. It’s dawn.
The camera follows the footprints, until a man wearing rolled up khakis and a gray, collared shirt is seen walking, his clothes billowing softly in the lakeside breeze.)
(CUT TO: That man sitting underneath an outcrop of rock, a small fire cracking the morning cool, his bare feet resting near the base of the rock-ring. The camera focuses on him staring at the fire through the tongue of flames, his face distorted by the heat…)
(CUT TO: The fire smolders, and only a few red glowing embers remain. The man sits, his position not very different than before, the world outside now much brighter than before.)
NEMESIS: I’ve always hailed myself at being truly good at one thing.
(The man’s eyes twinkle as he gazes away from the embers, and now towards the camera. His dark eyes looking almost possessed as the reflection of red glows in his pupils.)
NEMESIS: I’ve always been a listener. Not to the point where I can say I understand everything I hear… but that I will pay close attention, and try to understand… I will sit still long enough for someone to get their ills off their chest… and I will listen.
It’s a particular characteristic that often ails me in this business.
(The man gets up from his chair, and walks out into the now-risen sunlight. The scene is brighter, though the weather hasn’t changed. The beach is vast and empty, as the water is far too cool for patrons to begin sun-bathing and burying themselves in the sand.)
NEMESIS: I’ve been sitting, and I’ve been listening. Initially, I wasn’t booked for this match… Brass told me I would have a card or two off after the PPV… a leave of absence as it were. Regardless, something fell through and here I am. Notified a little late, but hey, you know what they say.
So yes, I’ve been listening. Listening to it all. Every semantic structure uttered by any of you… and I’ve *tried* to understand it all. I’ve got a decent grip on most of it.
(The man falls to his knees in the sand, and situates himself. He sits, his legs bent in front of him, his arms resting on his knees and his eyes towards the wet horizon.)
NEMESIS: Some of you think this is all a joke. That you have no business here, that you’re some “underdog.” That you have no chance for victory. I don’t even need to state the obvious here. But as far as I can tell, those of you who feel that way, may very well be right. Ya see, this is a Battle Royal. If it were a match where the winner was decided by pinfall, submission, or DQ, it’d be a different story. But since all that decides who fails and who doesn’t is the little momentum it takes to slingshot a man up around a fulcrum-point situated a few feet up… all bets are off. Especially with eight men circling one another. Concentrate on one man, and someone lifts you up from behind, or from either side. Maybe they’ll be more than one waiting for you to shift your attention. Maybe the silent few, maybe the jobbers, maybe even the midcard will ally secretly, and jointly eject the self-proclaimed “superstars” of this federation. Perhaps one of those same low-carders will simply cover themselves in superglue and fasten themselves to a turnbuckle. In any case, skill in wrestling isn’t so much a factor here, regardless of whether or not you have T-shirts and a catchphrase.
A Legend Never Was
The People’s Champion moniker is old and tired. The people are not one-dimensional. They are multi-faceted, and reasonable. They can cheer for whom they please, not for whom they deem “most superhero-esque.” They can appreciate the heel’s skill and method, they can enjoy the face’s desperate search for acceptance and honor, they can be entertained by a man who curses their name and rides the fence in terms of right and wrong. Don’t dumb them down to think that they’ll buy into any of us as their “Champion.” Especially since every opportunity you get, you mention how your doing this to prove something. Something to yourself, and to the man who humbled you before. An old man’s diary of “could’ves and should’ves” doesn’t make you a champion. Nor does a bust of dairy… Some of you say your desires are nothing personal, yet take every step to make it just that way… making public your quest for revenge. In spite of lackluster careers stretching from the past to the present, one cannot hope to make himself an “icon” in one match… or even in a year’s worth of matches.
A Monster of Dichotomies
Some of you think this is a joke for an entirely different reason. Some think that it is an insult to be in a match with seven other “little boys.” That it’s ridiculous to put a charitable “Jaws” in a pool with little boys who are the same scared, pathetic weaklings in the water as they are on land. People who think that wrestling has no stalemate… no situation where both or all can go home happy, and an equal likelihood that everyone will go home empty-handed. In the conflict between presentation and reality, some of you think that by being a maniacal, hair-pulling fiend in one promo, and a baby-kissing saint in another makes you something special. Where championships don’t matter, but they are still discussed. When obsessions are criticized by obsessions of your own. Some of you think by analyzing the truth and the deception surrounding the competitors in this match, that you are wise… but pretending like you know the meaning of any of it is a front you can’t very well portray. One who praises making best of your mistakes, learning from your losses… but your record here shows you couldn’t have “learned” very much. Perhaps the knowledge yet is innate to you… but eventually you’ll get your lessons.
A Force-Forgotten Reemergence?
Perhaps you were thrown a bone. Perhaps your former-self warrants the opportunity now granted to the shell that’s left. When all you have is memories, it’s hard to keep the story for tomorrow interesting. Don’t curse management; don’t defile this federation’s name. You’ve already accepted their wishes, so you might as well admit that to yourself. But do not worry, for the spark has not yet died down, and the ember still glows bright red. Take care of yourself, and believe how you once believed. Fill up the shell.
False Idol, False Prophet
We’re all formalities. Not even stepping stones, but stones who still lie beneath the surface of a swiftly running stream. Patience is a virtue, indeed…but complaining all the while isn’t. Proud and true, with a twist. The simple truth is this… you are as human as the rest of us, and the admiration of those you will put-down is of no worth to anyone, save to you. You are the hunted, by those who will probably never get the revenge they seek so bitterly, because the red in their eyes blinds them. You are the revered, by those who want to see themselves beside you so that in some vicarious way, things will revolve around them too. Both are foolish. You hunger for the gold, hunger for your own vengeance. I know of retribution and of vengeance. Good luck with starvation… hope you like chicken…
Lightning Doesn’t Strike Twice
Bitterness towards me personally. In my absence, I have only seen one, carrying evidence of this. Discount past accolades, if it makes you feel better. The situation is different now. Like I said, all bets… yeah. Speak of clichés like your rants aren’t. Disregard good points, points that I’ve made before, so as not to reveal your mockery. Just because you hadn’t heard me this time around, you don’t think you can seize me up? You can’t be out of practice already… Don’t think you deserve to be here more than anyone else. Mock those if you want, if even they follow a similar path. One of your caliber wouldn’t repeat himself, eh? Well, do what I do, and watch your promos one more time… right in a row. A time when my attribute of ears has not come in handy.
A Mocked Follower/Leader
Some of you follow a man, just to lead others with promises that have been made before. That and various merchandise and beverages. Assume a realist perspective and don’t hope to win, and presumably to not eject your commander, but make it to the final three instead? Then what, jump over and out yourself, all the while head down, bowing to him? You feed off his false compliments like a dog begging for a brick. Your skill is undeniable, and I certainly think that a match to watch will be yours with another man who prides himself on technical skill… I’ll be waiting and watching. And I won’t be all that’s waiting…
Silent but Crucial
One thus far has held my bid of silence. Perhaps you too are a late arriving listener. I’ve seen what you’re capable of, and I know this isn’t all there is from you. I await your presence across the ring… oh yes.
I do await all of you, because I’ve only had the privilege a few times before, with a few. There’s much on the line here… a bit more than a shot at the champion. There’s an chance to get your point across, prove your not a has-been, prove you’re not a never-was, show just how much of this place you own, how much of a cult-of-personality you can be, to do whatever it is you want. Or it’s just a chance to win a match… or hurt a guy… or see how high you can fall from and not get very badly hurt… here ya go. Good luck with that… and leave Tony Ross alone… the poor guy.
(The man gets up, and walks back the way he came, following his own footprints.)
FADE OUT.
Manson
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RE: I Shouldn't Be Here, But Since I Am, Here I Am...
((FADEIN: Michael Manson, wearing "Mike Manson the People Champ" t-shirt and black jeans, a cheese scuplture of himself and his rooster set in front of him as he has a scroll in hand.))
MANSON: Since Nemesis finally deemed us all with his presence and no one could really understand what he was talking about, I've deided to translate his promo for you, the people, the fans. Now I could do the same for Jared Wells who talks like he and his friends just hit a 7-11 and were trying to run away despite their baggy pants or the Jobber who I believe has mixed feelings on me, but what Mike Manson is all about is helping the younger talent. My just mentioning Cannoball Kid and Jonathan Marx has increased their marketability by at leas 4.5%. And then look at Stephen Morgan, he says I wasn't there for him back on Wired...but I was..lending moral support. He had Maelstrom well in hand and why would I have stepped in and ruined his moment. So I left and unfortunately, things didn't work out. Maybe I'll give him another title shot when I have the title again. But anyway on to Nemesis....
Apparently, he's gone camping which is why his promos have been so far and few. It also explains the fire and wile he's out there communing with nature....he thinks about the battle royal. Of course, since he's out in the wild, he doesn't really know who else is in the battle royal, so he just doesn't mention names and hopes what he says just sounds really cool.
Of course I'll still try my best here, but the Legend That Never Was has to be Nemesis. After all, he's never had a world or GLCW title shot or anything and hasn't really earned one for that matter. Hes nowhere near a legend, but hey, let's give him points for that. But the rest..obviously..he's just talking about me. He must have just assumed I was in the battle royal. A Monster of Dichtomies..yes I am contradictory. So is everyone else in the world, I however can actually back whatever statemesnts I make. I even was able to visit an imaginary island and becomes a tribe member. A force forgotten-re-emergence? I suppose Neme sis could have forgotten about me while on his camping trip so this might be seem to be a big deal to him. False Idol, False Prophet? I'd be curious to know just how you found out I registered my own religion with the government to avoid paying taxes.
Lightning Doesn't Strike Twice..I agree..Maelstrom won't beat me again, but even the French win a war some of the time. A Mocked Follower/Leader....yes..the great ones are always mocked..said to be followers..not leaders..but in time, Mike Manson will be in all the history books next to Alester Crowley and FDR. Brilliance comes after life. Silent but Crucial..well I do have my silent side, but I cannot just sit aide and let the likes of Jared Wells corrupt the minds of the GLCW fanbase. That's my job, I even have have subliminal messages in my theme song.
As all others, Nemesis is of course fixated on me. And I can't blame hm, since as I said, this is a formality. The titleshot is mine, always has been, and I will do with it as I please.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson, wearing "Mike Manson the People Champ" t-shirt and black jeans, a cheese scuplture of himself and his rooster set in front of him as he has a scroll in hand.))
MANSON: Since Nemesis finally deemed us all with his presence and no one could really understand what he was talking about, I've deided to translate his promo for you, the people, the fans. Now I could do the same for Jared Wells who talks like he and his friends just hit a 7-11 and were trying to run away despite their baggy pants or the Jobber who I believe has mixed feelings on me, but what Mike Manson is all about is helping the younger talent. My just mentioning Cannoball Kid and Jonathan Marx has increased their marketability by at leas 4.5%. And then look at Stephen Morgan, he says I wasn't there for him back on Wired...but I was..lending moral support. He had Maelstrom well in hand and why would I have stepped in and ruined his moment. So I left and unfortunately, things didn't work out. Maybe I'll give him another title shot when I have the title again. But anyway on to Nemesis....
Apparently, he's gone camping which is why his promos have been so far and few. It also explains the fire and wile he's out there communing with nature....he thinks about the battle royal. Of course, since he's out in the wild, he doesn't really know who else is in the battle royal, so he just doesn't mention names and hopes what he says just sounds really cool.
Of course I'll still try my best here, but the Legend That Never Was has to be Nemesis. After all, he's never had a world or GLCW title shot or anything and hasn't really earned one for that matter. Hes nowhere near a legend, but hey, let's give him points for that. But the rest..obviously..he's just talking about me. He must have just assumed I was in the battle royal. A Monster of Dichtomies..yes I am contradictory. So is everyone else in the world, I however can actually back whatever statemesnts I make. I even was able to visit an imaginary island and becomes a tribe member. A force forgotten-re-emergence? I suppose Neme sis could have forgotten about me while on his camping trip so this might be seem to be a big deal to him. False Idol, False Prophet? I'd be curious to know just how you found out I registered my own religion with the government to avoid paying taxes.
Lightning Doesn't Strike Twice..I agree..Maelstrom won't beat me again, but even the French win a war some of the time. A Mocked Follower/Leader....yes..the great ones are always mocked..said to be followers..not leaders..but in time, Mike Manson will be in all the history books next to Alester Crowley and FDR. Brilliance comes after life. Silent but Crucial..well I do have my silent side, but I cannot just sit aide and let the likes of Jared Wells corrupt the minds of the GLCW fanbase. That's my job, I even have have subliminal messages in my theme song.
As all others, Nemesis is of course fixated on me. And I can't blame hm, since as I said, this is a formality. The titleshot is mine, always has been, and I will do with it as I please.