Goodbye, Stars and Time and Friends...
(Cue Up: "The Becoming" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into a balcony, outside a room on the second story of Golem's large abode. Out from the room adjacent steps Golem. He sits down on a piece of the worn outdoor furniture and stares vacantly off into space. To no one and everyone, he begins to speak.)
Golem: Ah Manson. Again your tongue unhinges itself and you lash out with your shockingly uninsightful and unwitty and unentertaining rhetoric. Many of the things you say fall deaf on my ears because of how hollow your words have proved their way through history to be. But first and foremost, you claim you have no arrogance? Heh. Any man that claims obvious and automatic victory over an automaton of destruction such as the one they call Golem is undoubtedly fighting extreme fits of either delusions or arrogance. I will allow you to yourself shuffle through the choices and figure out which one you are. I have said it before and I believe it is worth repeating. I am not Jarod Poe, nor am Maelstrom. I am a Golem, reborn in the stains of his previous defeat. I mean, look back for a moment. I defeated Martinez, McMillan, and even the current TV champion, The Jobber, with zero use of my claw. You almost suffered a painfully similar fate. But I am frankly through censoring myself. I am tired of giving up on what works in favor of what people want me to do. You see, Manson, this isn't IWF. You don't write the rules here. Your word certainly matters no more than mine. I have as few morals as you do, Manson, so don't claim I shoot for moral victories. I willfully and readily admit that you defeated me. Of course, such luck and miraculous timing shall not find it's way to you again. Even if similar situations arise, Golem will not find himself susceptible to such a result. Any vulnerability you may or may not have sniffed out on Golem are now long-been remedied. It humors me to see you honestly think that your title is worth something. The only thing that makes that piece of tin at all valuable is the fact that you defeated me to get it. And that will make it all the more delicious when I take it from you and practice my outdoor athletics skills with it. I can't help but notice you call Golem pretentious? Now, I am sure there is some sort of story involving pots, kettles, and black that greatly relates itself to this situation, but maybe I will have to get back to you on that. Seriously, you about as conceited and full of yourself as human nature allows a man to be. You think you could put on a blindfold and defeat the entire GLCW roster while your feet rest in drying cement, don't you? Honestly, such absurd initiatives don't far stray from your own claims. I highly doubt you will defeat me in this instance, let alone enough times as to instigate my imploring the resources of a bathroom and shotgun. In fact, the latter I see more as an impossibility. You claim that I will never beat you and you see that as some type of mind game? Maybe the implicit idiocy in that statement and pretty laced throughout all your other comments is some sort of secret mind game, to get me to believe that you not only foolhardy, but in fact so moronic that it sickens me to the core. You say that KK's ruling that you defeated me somehow makes it inconcievable for me to think Golem could fall you, my sweet puppet. King Krusher, no matter what you, he, or Malec say, does not dictate law. I find this whole "Golem never beating Manson" premise as actually quite a flexible tenet, almost to the point of being pure conjecture. Perhaps that is just the opinion of Golem, though. I am glad you see Golem as petty and angry, Manson, because it speaks of the logic you use. Everything I do has to be about you. Maybe I am the only person in this company who doesn't have a Manson shrine in their home, but frankly you honestly mildly disinterest me. You speak your big words and cling to your little title, but frankly I could never face you again, never touch your strap for a moment, and die a very content Golem. You know why? Because you really are nothing special. You puff up a tremendous smoke cloud around yourself and you shout your assertive boasts from your shell, all the time knowing that you can't back up a third of your claims. You fought a Golem who was barely trying and you came dangerously close, almost laughably close, to losing, much like all the others. You aren't the messiah of wrestling anywhere except in your own mind. You try ever-so-hard to change that fact but it's more law than any random guesswork your mind can generate. I have held my share of titles already and I will find myself brandishing an ample amount more. Nothing you say one way or the other is going to alter that. As much "credibility" as you prophetically claim you possess, it too strikes me as one worthless man's opinion. Never needing to try, always succeeding with minimal ease. It's in your words, but I certainly never actually see it out in the ring, translating to action. You claim that me and the rest of the people in this league are like a family. Well, it is true that I have found myself fighting three or four specific people in this federation. And Maelstrom I actually have a mild amount of respect for...but fact of the matter is, a great plague could wipe out all the vermin in this league and I wouldn't care. I am smart enough to realize that Golem is only person here worth preserving and so he will remain the only man that Golem shall safeguard from the rains of rot and decay. I really honestly don't hate you, Manson. You have just fabricated these intense feeling towards to make you feel oh-so-very-special. And it might work for you, I don't really know. I seek to defeat and cripple all who I fight, and frankly, you are no different. But your name did not much register to me until I saw it across from my own. The only "most of the promotion" I know of that I honestly believe despises you, was coincidentally the one who helped you acquire the GLCW title in our match, despite what the actual current referee said. Extraordinarily convenient, a simpler man might say. Maybe you have so far done everything you have needed to do. Does that make you special? You have the ability to beat a collection of unwanteds and an underachiever. It doesn't write itself as such a great accomplishment but maybe it will translate differently in our match. I suppose there is only way to find out for sure. Your title doesn't make you better than me, a little sketched "W" beside my name in your record book sure looks mighty nice, but that also doesn't make you better than me. Anyone can beat anyone at any time and it doesn't change the simple fact that the victor is still as inferior and worthless as before. Do you disagree? Let's if you do after our match where our record will stand at 1-1. Will we when be exactly equal? No. one will still be the superior of the two, and I will just have to make sure that person is Golem. Whether or not you or anyone else wants to believe that is up to you. I don't go for titles, I go for worthy opponents. And the current TV champion's record is far from unblemished in the "vs. Golem" area. Still, he is in fact a skilled opponent and honestly, I doubt that you, Manson, could take that TV title from him if you tried. That is probably the only thing keeping you from doing it, since you have a tremendous obsession with the whole large steel belt phenomena. But hey, he is apparently you're buddy, so maybe he'll engrave your name on it. Anything (Golem smiles) to keep you from suicide. Your words aren't intimidating, they aren't impressive, and they are as weak as your wrestling ability. But hey, I lost to you, and anything I say is pointless, right? Yeah...we'll just have to see about that. Golem might seek to change such common opinion...and I think he should ample success in doing just that. Claw or not....well, claw, because it will be much more entertaining that way. For me, at least.
(Golem stands up and the chair tips over and falls backward as Golem stands up. Silently and slowly, he strides back inside. Fade to black.)
