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Golem vs. The Jobber

Vertigo

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Memories Echo Cries Of Destiny

(Cue Up: "Body Crumbles" by Dry Cell. Fade into a exterior shot of a large house. Golem's house. The camera fades into a shot of a dark room with a candle in the middle. The only noise, starting faint and growing louder, is a creek creek sound. The camera moves and shows Golem sitting in a old wooden rocking chair. He has a book he is just laying on the ground as he comes into view. He turns to the camera.)

Golem: Again, Golem does exactly as he makes the claims to do. He downs another so-called GLCW superstar and claims yet another victim. Golem has ended many careers in his span in this sport. At the hands of Golem, Mister Dread is dead. Born at the tip of Golem's claw is this feral beast, bred of fire and salvation. So it was to be, my friends. The reckoning was the birth of the end of the Age of Man and the wake of dogs is tearing it's way to the surface. Meanwhile, however, the GLCW tries yet again to throw an obstacle in the way of the one they call Golem. But I fear Jobber not because the man is a solid staple, a pinnacle of what Golem needs to unhinge for great unraveling of fate. You see, the history books tell us that Jobber is a perennial somebody, respawned weekly and daily in a private sanctuary. You see, Jobber, you have something that Golem wants. You have the respect of men like Nevada...Maelstrom. Where is my name echoing the annals of history? Why has no one noticed Golem's ascension? I will tell you why. Because laying at the feet of Golem so far have been nobodies. That is why, you, Jobber, hold the key to my truest fate. Golem shall fall you and raise himself up on your tattered frame, like a brazen hound atop the sweetest of kills. Golem is the beast of ages and the pride of many shall be invested in sicker whims. You see, Jobber, it was your own words that struck a chord in the veins of Golem. It was you who pointed out my consistent and gut-wrenching second places. Golem is not now or will ever again be the runner-up, Jobber. I am the right hand, the swift strike of terror that shall knock down the pretenses of you and your sickly kin. Golem is not here to place or show, he's here to win. And that is what he shall do. It is time for Golem to atone for the malfunctions of the past. I remember the FWF, the Frontier title, my last real hurrah in that league. But it was not Golem who did the shattering. It was Golem who was shattered, handed a cold lesson in the shallow poisons of fate. But I have resurfaced, friend, and my beautiful revenge is at hand. Not of you, but in you shall the memorial of Golem's faith be built. The tigers who hunt you shall see the one atop you and realize that you were never the true target. Then I may have MY turn at Maelstrom, at the Unholy Alliance. They shall see what McMillan has seen, what Martinez has seen. They will see what you, Jobber, are going to find yourself staring long across the ring at in Racine. A mild stroll down memory lane will bring to a dead-end and a grim and bleak reality at the tip of the claw. You, and everyone else, will be forced to remember Golem. Because those who forget the past shall find their future in the remnants of it.

(Golem slowly gets up and he walks through a corridor. The camera fades to another exterior shot before the camera goes again to black.)
 

ChrisHorowitz

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The March of Time

(Cue up "Knocking at your Back Door" by Deep Purple.)

(Fade in on the living room of the Whitelandia compound belonging to the Jobber. The Jobber sits rather lazily on the couch, not seeming too intent on intimidating Golem with his intensity or anything. He perks up as he begins to speak, but seems very casual.)

The Jobber: Hello old friend. I thought we had said good bye so long ago. Back then when all of your credibility had not been lost. Dear friend, has it been two years since we parted company? Has it been that long already? Perhaps two weeks longer than that, but no more since last we met old friend. But now I see you have come crawling back to me, back to the person who defeated you that one time back when you were still clinging to your star power. When the fans still cared about the man with fur and a claw. I thought that one final crushing blow to your FWF legacy would have taught you to stay away from people such as me. It cannot be a good thing for you to constantly be reminded of your failings can it Golem? To bring up my name, and that of Nevada Smith, two men who brought such pain into your life, and brought your career into the spiral that landed you with one final chance for redemption here in the GLCW. So far you have proven little to anyone. Perhaps you have simply not been given the chance to prove that you are not the perennial loser that most of us believe you to be. I must be vigilant Golem, a man with motivation is a danger to me, I must admit. The first danger I have seen in the GLCW, it being so chock full of worthless individuals such as the Lost Cause and El Diablo. Fighting such opponents may have brought me into a state of overconfidence as I move into the ranks of those few GLCW competitors who possess some degree of ability. The fools I have purged from the human gene pool were little help to prepare for the battles that lay ahead. Perhaps this battle will not come against someone like Golem. Golem while seemingly motivated seems to be more concerned with defining who he is than worrying about this match. It's true that you are not, or have never been a runner up, and that's because you have never even reached the level of runner up. I'm sure you intended your statement to be a cry of how truely vicious and victorious you always are, but instead I must look at it differently. And even as you make a statement like that, seconds later you look past me Golem, and you look foward to Maelstrom. You failed to defeat a two bit Maelstrom impersonator like Nevada Smith, and yet you want to look past me to a crushing defeat at the hands of the original guy who stepped out of Pandora's box and onto a motorcycle. Do you think that for one second I'll let you look past me and to some macho maniac like Maelstrom? So you have beaten Troy Martinez. What has he ever done? Just as little as you Golem. He's just as washed up as you are, except at his peak he managed to accomplish even less than the master of the Claw. So now you try and lord this victory over me Golem? What will this accomplish? The fact you have beaten a man who has done nothing with his career will somehow convince me that you are right and just to overlook me, this return match that could turn your career around? It's just another one of the problems that has plagued your career Golem. You think that you are one of the sports big players. You think you are the last word in wrestling when in fact you are closer to Mad than you are to Zebra. So instead you will wander into another contest looking to your non existant future as king of wrestling, while thinking back to the past glories you have created in your mind. All the motivation in the world will be negated by this sort of mindset Golem.

Golem, the only accension of yours is a creation of your mind, and your delusions. You have not had obstacles placed in front of you Golem, you have simply had speed bumps, in the same manner as I have had. None of them are worth their weight in any substance, yet you act like your victories have been worth their weight in gold. You believe they have proven something to everyone, yet at the same time you admit that you have faced nobodies. Why should I fear that I share the same fate as those who's careers are more closely related to your own than mine? Perhaps I should fear the beating you will deliver to yourself when you realize this. Or perhaps you will enter the ring much as you did two years ago. You will once again see yourself as something more than what you are, you will once again overlook a clearly superior opponent, and you will once again fall in battle. Golem, I hate to see a man as wrapped up in his delusions as you are, perhaps one day you will wake up and realize you mean so little to the world. Perhaps you will wake up and realize that the semifinals are as far as you will ever get in wrestling, and maybe instead of looking past this accomplishment, you should embrace it and finally realize that you have done something slightly noteworthy. Instead I'm sure you will come to the ring more full of yourself than before, and you will be taken apart as your mind tries to spin the beating you are receiving into something glorious. I'm sure your mind will be telling you that you are indeed not receiving my Tiger Driver, but instead you are winning your 15th World title. Let the power of your delusions overtake you as you once again are defeated Golem, as you once again lose to a respected wrestler, and as you once again fail to live up to the expectations of the handful of people who may still care about you.

Return to reality Golem, it beckons you to accept your fate as a mauler of the has been, and the never will be. Reality is sure you can still perform these duties, and it hopes you will not try something as silly as entering the ring with a respected athlete again.

(Fade out)
 

Vertigo

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Records, They Repeat and Break...

(Cue Up: "Whole" by Flaw. Fade into Golem, sitting in a wooden chair, his hand perched over his mouth. He mildly shakes his head and begins to chuckle. He slowly removes his clawed hand and turns to the camera.)

Golem: Bravo, old friend. BraVO. You accentuate your idiocies to create some sort of alternate reality where I am a nothing, a nobody. You can't feasibly believe the garbage you are spewing, can you? Would a worthless opponent have given someone such as yourself so much back then? No, I would hope not, lest you be falling at the hands of "The Lost Cause". You confuse my words, Jobber. I never spoke down of your wrestling abilities, you are truly a refined and capable opponent. It's your very existence that reviles Golem. You've played the part of the sister of Fate again and drawn yourself a mighty victory party before the lap of Golem. Well, old friend, time heals old wounds and I believe enough has passed that I can seal up a deep cutting wound from time gone by that still lingers fresh and wet with blood. You speak down on me for referencing Nevada or Maelstrom? You may have gripped yourself a pretty little victory over Nevada yourself, because, afterall stranger things have happened. Like you beating me, for instance. That was the sickening upsets to end all upsets. But, I was truly younger then and you get sick with age. As do the dogs of the hunt, Maelstrom and Unholy Alliance. Both shall see Golem soon enough, as he traverses your sorry existence. Indeed, battling you is a reminder of old failings and my step back in the opposite direction. All my recent woes, in fact, can be traced back to that fateful day. The way Golem sees it, if Jobber holds the tides of fate at the brink of tsunami, so too can Golem experience the thorough rush of fields of red herein after this encounter. You speak heresy, Mr. Jobber. You recoil and release your tongue in strikes that spell that I am not a big player? Why must everyone play this idiotic ruse on themselves? I am biggest player, the grandest player. I design the game and the rest of you vermin play at my toes. But you want to understand how I can lose if I make the game, no doubt. Well, you see, Fate is a game of highs and lows, depressions and grand impressions etched in stone. You say I am more obsessed with proving who I am than winning. That may in fact be so, but Golem believes that in proving myself to be the ender, the, as you so elequently put it, "last word in wrestling", he will also devour and destroy you. Victory is a hollow word in your dictionary, Jobber. You see victory as the one-two-three, whereas I see victory at the tip of my Claw, salvation of the sick and the wicked. Truest of true however is your definitions of my previous opponents. Troy Martinez, Chris McMillan, both substantially worthless. Mere dogs to be kicked aside as the stong strive to the top. But, despite as you try to intimidate me by making me think you don't care about this fight, we both know that is where the game gets interesting. It's the reason we put up with the speedbumps. You are the monument, birthed of blood, that Golem has come so far to see. You will see why I am not the runner-up. No, it is not because I am distant third or fourth. It is because, here and now, Golem shall take his seat that has been so deserved to him atop the throngs of peons. I do not look past you, Jobber, far from it. I realize that there may be no battle with anyone the like of Maelstrom or UA if I cannot hold my own versus you. You were the one who sent Golem to the ground and it is you who shall seal the wings of the eternal blessing once again on the one they call Golem. My past glories are exactly that, friend. The past, and nothing that I want to relive. For my future holds some things far more important and gorgeous. For Golem's ascension is at hand, Jobber, and your impunity steals nothing from it. I have not have obstacles in front of me. Last time Golem checked, his career did not start 2 matches ago. The Age of Golem has been birthed in eternal glory and bathed in the sunlight of time and reality. But soon, old friend, the rest of your morbid kinsfolk shall taste the tainted drink I furnish and enjoy true sanctity. I do not wish to have proven something. I wish to prove something, to open yours and everyone else's eyes to the true glory of Golem. You think that it can be avoided? Then, by all means, feel free to avidly resist. It makes the deliciously savage victory all the my sweet. Because you, Jobber, shall experience a cold day at the hands of the Clawed One. The Semi-finals is not the end of Golem. For the days end and the cold sets in, Jobber, and Golem shall be steadfast through to the end. 15th World Title...that's funny. Golem falling at the hands of your tiger driver? Ever so much funnier. Golem shall not fall to you again, Jobber. Past taints present but the future remains untouched, unspoiled by my previous shortcomings, ready and prepared to embrace the unseen Golem, the Golem who seemingly died so many years ago. Golem's life shall be baptized in your flesh and he shall awaken. And all the rest will just be frozen.

(Golem sets his back firm against the chair. He deeply exhales as the camera fades to the rush of darkness.)
 

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