TBirdSCIL
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Maelstrom and Dakota Smith vs. Anarky and Jonathan Marx
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PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
The Wrath of....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-01-03 AT 07:11 PM (EST)]::Jonathan Marx is standing in Fenway Park against a batting cage with his arms crossed looking perturbed::
JONATHAN MARX: Fun and games are over Maelstrom. I have to admit, going one on one with you are Wired was the battle of my life and I came out on the short end. I’m not going to make any excuses. I’m going to continue training and one of these days when I have more experience, I’m going to comeback and do what even the almighty gods could not and make you tap in the center of the ring to the Marxism. But this match isn’t about me and whatever personal dislike I have for you as champion, this is about sheer and utter chaos. The war to end all wars, where no prisoners will be taken, I won’t be worried about being disqualified. Anarky and I are coming for you and this time we have you right where we want you, in a handicap match. You’ll have overcome being the tag team partner of Dakota Smith, an inexperienced rookie who after a rather impressive debut against yours truly, has gone over like a fart in church.
Dakota, this is men’s business, you are only a boy. You don’t deserve to be the tag team partner of Maelstrom. Maelstrom is a living legend, especially in his own mind. You also don’t deserve to be facing the man who is going to take his title at the PPV in Anarky, and, after I put you in your place in the tag match, you certainly don’t have right to be in there with me… at least not yet. I saw a lot of promise in you when we first collided, I thought that a future superstar in this sport. But look what you’ve done since, you aren’t hungry enough, you don’t want it and you are wasting all our time. Even if you think you are going to get past me at the PPV by some fluke of flukes, how are you going to beat Golden Hawk who appears to be returning to the form which made him a legend which has hung with the best of the best? While I admire your courage, it is foolishness. Do you think that Maelstrom would have been great if he was just handed the main event before he earned it? Maelstrom worked night after night after opponent after opponent to get to the position he is today. You see, if you just give people things without making them earn it, you learn nothing from the journey so when even if you were to get lucky and to get a few pinfalls here and there, you won't be able to stay there. But everyone is arrogant and thinks they are exception...
Speaking of arrogance, do you see that everyone’s favorite frenchie Jean Rabesque isn’t on this show? Awfully strange he isn't on this show losing to someone else. Do you know why you don’t see him? I PUT HIM OUT OF COMMISION! After Rabesque submitted to the Marxism, he went home to cry to his mommy. "WAAH WAAH OUI OUI! WAAH WAAH OUI OUI! I'M JEAN RABESQUE DAMNIT!" Rabesque makes me sick, but I have to admit, you make me even sicker Maelstrom.
When I was on my way to the matches tonight, a bellhop told me something that I have to admit is 100% correct,
"There are only three things you can count on in life, death, taxes, and Maelstrom winning his match." But this is where we have Maelstrom's number, this match isn’t about winning or losing, our sole purpose of being in this match is to make sure that you don’t walk out with the title at the PPV. For you will encounter something that you’ve never felt before, you will feel the wrath of two Gentlemen Of Dignity, YOU WILL FEEL THE WRATH OF G.O.D.!
FTB
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-01-03 AT 07:11 PM (EST)]::Jonathan Marx is standing in Fenway Park against a batting cage with his arms crossed looking perturbed::
JONATHAN MARX: Fun and games are over Maelstrom. I have to admit, going one on one with you are Wired was the battle of my life and I came out on the short end. I’m not going to make any excuses. I’m going to continue training and one of these days when I have more experience, I’m going to comeback and do what even the almighty gods could not and make you tap in the center of the ring to the Marxism. But this match isn’t about me and whatever personal dislike I have for you as champion, this is about sheer and utter chaos. The war to end all wars, where no prisoners will be taken, I won’t be worried about being disqualified. Anarky and I are coming for you and this time we have you right where we want you, in a handicap match. You’ll have overcome being the tag team partner of Dakota Smith, an inexperienced rookie who after a rather impressive debut against yours truly, has gone over like a fart in church.
Dakota, this is men’s business, you are only a boy. You don’t deserve to be the tag team partner of Maelstrom. Maelstrom is a living legend, especially in his own mind. You also don’t deserve to be facing the man who is going to take his title at the PPV in Anarky, and, after I put you in your place in the tag match, you certainly don’t have right to be in there with me… at least not yet. I saw a lot of promise in you when we first collided, I thought that a future superstar in this sport. But look what you’ve done since, you aren’t hungry enough, you don’t want it and you are wasting all our time. Even if you think you are going to get past me at the PPV by some fluke of flukes, how are you going to beat Golden Hawk who appears to be returning to the form which made him a legend which has hung with the best of the best? While I admire your courage, it is foolishness. Do you think that Maelstrom would have been great if he was just handed the main event before he earned it? Maelstrom worked night after night after opponent after opponent to get to the position he is today. You see, if you just give people things without making them earn it, you learn nothing from the journey so when even if you were to get lucky and to get a few pinfalls here and there, you won't be able to stay there. But everyone is arrogant and thinks they are exception...
Speaking of arrogance, do you see that everyone’s favorite frenchie Jean Rabesque isn’t on this show? Awfully strange he isn't on this show losing to someone else. Do you know why you don’t see him? I PUT HIM OUT OF COMMISION! After Rabesque submitted to the Marxism, he went home to cry to his mommy. "WAAH WAAH OUI OUI! WAAH WAAH OUI OUI! I'M JEAN RABESQUE DAMNIT!" Rabesque makes me sick, but I have to admit, you make me even sicker Maelstrom.
When I was on my way to the matches tonight, a bellhop told me something that I have to admit is 100% correct,
"There are only three things you can count on in life, death, taxes, and Maelstrom winning his match." But this is where we have Maelstrom's number, this match isn’t about winning or losing, our sole purpose of being in this match is to make sure that you don’t walk out with the title at the PPV. For you will encounter something that you’ve never felt before, you will feel the wrath of two Gentlemen Of Dignity, YOU WILL FEEL THE WRATH OF G.O.D.!
FTB
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JLebron
Guest
The lure
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-01-03 AT 09:02 PM (EST)](FADE IN:..... inside of an arena somewhere, probably the Carver Arena itself. Standing in front of the ring apron is the lovely Lady V along with the GLCW Heavyweight Champion himself, the man known simply as.....)
LADY V: Maelstrom, you've just come off an impressive victory over Jonathan Marx and after your 4-way title defense against Manson, Poe and Morgan, you'll be scheduled to tag with Dakota Smith against Anarky and Jonathan Marx. Is there still any animosity towards your upcoming opponents?
MAELSTROM: There never was any animosity.... animosities suggest it's personal.... an' it's not.
LADY V: I see, well, Jonathan Marx made a point of saying that you'll be handicapped by your partner, Dakota Smith's inexperience. Do you also view it as such?
MAELSTROM: (sighs heavily as he speaks in even tones) Dakota Smith will pull his weight.... or be forced to become a victim himself of the GLCW's newest reality.
LADY V: Are you giving warnings to Dakota Smith as you've done with your previous tag-team partners?
MAELSTROM: Warnings? Not so much a warning as it is reality. I've had bitter feuds with his senior, Nevada, as well as with the UA for as long as I could remember an' while that won't prejudice me 'gainst him, he'll still need to prove his worth to me as a partner or become an opponent himself.
LADY V: Opponent? But... but he's your tag-team partner?!
MAELSTROM: Yeah, that SEEMS to be the general idea, an' while it may work in theory, reality will expose it for what it'll actually be. Time will tell. Bottom line is that it's all on him an' that's all I'll say regardin' Dakota for now, so lets move on.
LADY V: Okay, um, you recently had the opportunity to trap Anarky into unconsciousness with the Mortal Sin during your match against Jonathan Marx, do you think that'll give you a psychological edge over him?
MAELSTROM: Why not ask me if I think my victory over Marx will give me a psychological edge?
LADY V: Well, um.... okay, will it?
MAELSTROM: I can stand here an' BS all this rhetoric 'bout how it will an' such, but the reality of it is that.... No it won't.... on both accounts! Say what you will 'bout Marx an' 'Narky.... hell, it doesn't even matter what I think of 'em.... let's forget all that for just one second. (pauses as he glances at Lady V who just stares back blankly) These men are focused in their direction an' I sincerely doubt that one single loss or incident will deter 'em. If it were to, they wouldn't have lasted as long as they did. Despite all of their propaganda.... all their frontin'...... they're still men to be reckoned with.
LADY V: Kind of strange hearing you talk about your tag-team partner Dakota in such a discriminating manner while at the same time you seem to be complimenting the abilities of your opponent.
MAELSTROM: Dress it up however ya like, it's more of just a simple observation than anythin' else. I'm just telling it like it is. As for Dakota, he has great potential but he's still raw an' in need of refinement as well as direction. Now whether or not Nevada Smith can give that to him really doesn't matter to me so much as the fact that Nevada needs to keep his nose outta my business, much like Golden Hawk needs to.
LADY V: You and Golden Hawk exchanged some pretty intense words a while back after he came to your aid during your match with Marx.
MAELSTROM: Golden Hawk didn't have my interests in mind an' he certainly didn't come to MY aid when he interfered in my match. He came down for a bit of retribution an' possibly to capture his "fifteen minutes" worth of fame. But it really doesn't matter, he's not the first nor will he be the last..... least of all while I'm draggin' 'round everythin' that matters to 'em.....
(Maelstrom briefly motions toward the GLCW title held loosely in his hand)
LADY V: And you don't feel the same way about the title?
(giving an amused yet faint smile)
MAELSTROM: Me? Hell, this strap has only one purpose for me.... BAIT! Bait that inspires 'em all to consistently attack me three an' four on one..... the same bait that obsesses 'em to me like a euphoric drug!
(narrows his eyes and with a stoic expression, continues to speak)
MAELSTROM:.... sooner or later, they ALL come, attracted by the lure....
(without warning, Maelstrom turns and walks out or our view, dragging the GLCW title in tow behind him, leaving Lady V no choice but to cut the interview short.... seconds later, we ..... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-01-03 AT 09:02 PM (EST)](FADE IN:..... inside of an arena somewhere, probably the Carver Arena itself. Standing in front of the ring apron is the lovely Lady V along with the GLCW Heavyweight Champion himself, the man known simply as.....)
LADY V: Maelstrom, you've just come off an impressive victory over Jonathan Marx and after your 4-way title defense against Manson, Poe and Morgan, you'll be scheduled to tag with Dakota Smith against Anarky and Jonathan Marx. Is there still any animosity towards your upcoming opponents?
MAELSTROM: There never was any animosity.... animosities suggest it's personal.... an' it's not.
LADY V: I see, well, Jonathan Marx made a point of saying that you'll be handicapped by your partner, Dakota Smith's inexperience. Do you also view it as such?
MAELSTROM: (sighs heavily as he speaks in even tones) Dakota Smith will pull his weight.... or be forced to become a victim himself of the GLCW's newest reality.
LADY V: Are you giving warnings to Dakota Smith as you've done with your previous tag-team partners?
MAELSTROM: Warnings? Not so much a warning as it is reality. I've had bitter feuds with his senior, Nevada, as well as with the UA for as long as I could remember an' while that won't prejudice me 'gainst him, he'll still need to prove his worth to me as a partner or become an opponent himself.
LADY V: Opponent? But... but he's your tag-team partner?!
MAELSTROM: Yeah, that SEEMS to be the general idea, an' while it may work in theory, reality will expose it for what it'll actually be. Time will tell. Bottom line is that it's all on him an' that's all I'll say regardin' Dakota for now, so lets move on.
LADY V: Okay, um, you recently had the opportunity to trap Anarky into unconsciousness with the Mortal Sin during your match against Jonathan Marx, do you think that'll give you a psychological edge over him?
MAELSTROM: Why not ask me if I think my victory over Marx will give me a psychological edge?
LADY V: Well, um.... okay, will it?
MAELSTROM: I can stand here an' BS all this rhetoric 'bout how it will an' such, but the reality of it is that.... No it won't.... on both accounts! Say what you will 'bout Marx an' 'Narky.... hell, it doesn't even matter what I think of 'em.... let's forget all that for just one second. (pauses as he glances at Lady V who just stares back blankly) These men are focused in their direction an' I sincerely doubt that one single loss or incident will deter 'em. If it were to, they wouldn't have lasted as long as they did. Despite all of their propaganda.... all their frontin'...... they're still men to be reckoned with.
LADY V: Kind of strange hearing you talk about your tag-team partner Dakota in such a discriminating manner while at the same time you seem to be complimenting the abilities of your opponent.
MAELSTROM: Dress it up however ya like, it's more of just a simple observation than anythin' else. I'm just telling it like it is. As for Dakota, he has great potential but he's still raw an' in need of refinement as well as direction. Now whether or not Nevada Smith can give that to him really doesn't matter to me so much as the fact that Nevada needs to keep his nose outta my business, much like Golden Hawk needs to.
LADY V: You and Golden Hawk exchanged some pretty intense words a while back after he came to your aid during your match with Marx.
MAELSTROM: Golden Hawk didn't have my interests in mind an' he certainly didn't come to MY aid when he interfered in my match. He came down for a bit of retribution an' possibly to capture his "fifteen minutes" worth of fame. But it really doesn't matter, he's not the first nor will he be the last..... least of all while I'm draggin' 'round everythin' that matters to 'em.....
(Maelstrom briefly motions toward the GLCW title held loosely in his hand)
LADY V: And you don't feel the same way about the title?
(giving an amused yet faint smile)
MAELSTROM: Me? Hell, this strap has only one purpose for me.... BAIT! Bait that inspires 'em all to consistently attack me three an' four on one..... the same bait that obsesses 'em to me like a euphoric drug!
(narrows his eyes and with a stoic expression, continues to speak)
MAELSTROM:.... sooner or later, they ALL come, attracted by the lure....
(without warning, Maelstrom turns and walks out or our view, dragging the GLCW title in tow behind him, leaving Lady V no choice but to cut the interview short.... seconds later, we ..... FADE OUT....)
PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
A Shocking Development
::Jonathan Marx sits at a table in the kitchen eating his oatmeal while watching FOX News::
BRANDON JACOBS: Good news Jonathan! ::carries in a bag grocery bag full of stuff::
JONATHAN MARX: What do you want? You are too damn cheerful in the morning.
BRANDON JACOBS: I’ve found the ultimate way to get revenge on Maelstrom.
JONATHAN MARX: Really? What is it?
BRANDON JACOBS: ::Jacobs takes out a car battery and a couple of jumper cables::
JONATHAN MARX: What are we going to do with that?
BRANDON JACOBS: I was sitting home last night, watching TV and it just came to me. We should shock Maelstrom’s balls. All we need to do is take these two jumper cables and…
JONATHAN MARX: That is the most ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard. You were watching that SHOW again, weren’t you?!
BRANDON JACOBS: ::hangs head in shame:: Yes, yes I was.
JONATHAN MARX: Stop rotting your brain. That is almost as bad as that necrophilia idea you came up with the corpse of Nevada Smith.
BRANDON JACOBS: But that was funny!
JONATHAN MARX: Be that as it may. GLCW isn’t some looney tune promotion where I’m Wile E. Coyote and Maelstrom is the Road Runner.
BRANDON JACOBS: What should we do then?
JONATHAN MARX: I’ve been thinking about it, I’ll come up with something by match time. We’ll get our pound of flesh.
BRANDON JACOBS: He made another reference to the title being “bait” again in his interview.
JONATHAN MARX: Maelstrom knows that annoys me, he is trying to get under my skin and…. it is working. If he wants me mad, I’ll be mad. Hell, I’ll be down right furious. We have nothing to lose in this match and everything to gain.
BRANDON JACOBS: He seems to recognize the point you are making with Dakota Smith.
JONATHAN MARX: Maelstrom isn’t a stupid man. He’ll play like he is when he says this or that, but that is all a show for kids. He knows what is saddled with. In Dakota’s last match, he lost to an uninspired Jobber who has been sleep walking his way through the GLCW. You just can’t do that coming off the win that he got over me. He could have made himself into a legit superstar, a real main eventer. But he flushed his career down the toilet and now he has to build it back up by beating me again, by trying to prove that beating me wasn’t a fluke. He could get lucky and get a million wins over me, but unless he shows some heart and dedication and follows them up by showing us all that he belongs in the main event, why is he wasting our time?
BRANDON JACOBS: Wait, Dakota Smith lost to Jobber, took a show off, and is now in the main event?
JONATHAN MARX: I don’t want to talk about Dakota Smith anymore. If I do, I’m not going to be able to finish my oatmeal. This match isn’t about Dakota Smith, this match is about Maelstrom because he has the title. He is right about that. Everyone falls in line because he has the biggest and grandest title of them all, the GLCW Heavyweight Title belt. The title unites the biggest and best athletes from all corners of the globe, just for a chance to compete for it. This PPV is Anarky’s chance, a man which I have a great deal of respect for, to beat Maelstrom for the title. I have to give him every opportunity to win that title and let G.O.D. restore order.
BRANDON JACOBS: You really think Anarky can do it? No one has beaten Maelstrom yet. Even Manson couldn’t do it.
JONATHAN MARX: Manson couldn’t do it alone, but this time, Anarky, Manson and I are united as one and we are going to even the odds to make it a fair fight at the PPV. We won’t let the title slip through our hands ever again as G.O.D. as our witness.
FTB
::Jonathan Marx sits at a table in the kitchen eating his oatmeal while watching FOX News::
BRANDON JACOBS: Good news Jonathan! ::carries in a bag grocery bag full of stuff::
JONATHAN MARX: What do you want? You are too damn cheerful in the morning.
BRANDON JACOBS: I’ve found the ultimate way to get revenge on Maelstrom.
JONATHAN MARX: Really? What is it?
BRANDON JACOBS: ::Jacobs takes out a car battery and a couple of jumper cables::
JONATHAN MARX: What are we going to do with that?
BRANDON JACOBS: I was sitting home last night, watching TV and it just came to me. We should shock Maelstrom’s balls. All we need to do is take these two jumper cables and…
JONATHAN MARX: That is the most ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard. You were watching that SHOW again, weren’t you?!
BRANDON JACOBS: ::hangs head in shame:: Yes, yes I was.
JONATHAN MARX: Stop rotting your brain. That is almost as bad as that necrophilia idea you came up with the corpse of Nevada Smith.
BRANDON JACOBS: But that was funny!
JONATHAN MARX: Be that as it may. GLCW isn’t some looney tune promotion where I’m Wile E. Coyote and Maelstrom is the Road Runner.
BRANDON JACOBS: What should we do then?
JONATHAN MARX: I’ve been thinking about it, I’ll come up with something by match time. We’ll get our pound of flesh.
BRANDON JACOBS: He made another reference to the title being “bait” again in his interview.
JONATHAN MARX: Maelstrom knows that annoys me, he is trying to get under my skin and…. it is working. If he wants me mad, I’ll be mad. Hell, I’ll be down right furious. We have nothing to lose in this match and everything to gain.
BRANDON JACOBS: He seems to recognize the point you are making with Dakota Smith.
JONATHAN MARX: Maelstrom isn’t a stupid man. He’ll play like he is when he says this or that, but that is all a show for kids. He knows what is saddled with. In Dakota’s last match, he lost to an uninspired Jobber who has been sleep walking his way through the GLCW. You just can’t do that coming off the win that he got over me. He could have made himself into a legit superstar, a real main eventer. But he flushed his career down the toilet and now he has to build it back up by beating me again, by trying to prove that beating me wasn’t a fluke. He could get lucky and get a million wins over me, but unless he shows some heart and dedication and follows them up by showing us all that he belongs in the main event, why is he wasting our time?
BRANDON JACOBS: Wait, Dakota Smith lost to Jobber, took a show off, and is now in the main event?
JONATHAN MARX: I don’t want to talk about Dakota Smith anymore. If I do, I’m not going to be able to finish my oatmeal. This match isn’t about Dakota Smith, this match is about Maelstrom because he has the title. He is right about that. Everyone falls in line because he has the biggest and grandest title of them all, the GLCW Heavyweight Title belt. The title unites the biggest and best athletes from all corners of the globe, just for a chance to compete for it. This PPV is Anarky’s chance, a man which I have a great deal of respect for, to beat Maelstrom for the title. I have to give him every opportunity to win that title and let G.O.D. restore order.
BRANDON JACOBS: You really think Anarky can do it? No one has beaten Maelstrom yet. Even Manson couldn’t do it.
JONATHAN MARX: Manson couldn’t do it alone, but this time, Anarky, Manson and I are united as one and we are going to even the odds to make it a fair fight at the PPV. We won’t let the title slip through our hands ever again as G.O.D. as our witness.
FTB
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JLebron
Guest
Religion of gangs
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-02-03 AT 06:47 PM (EST)](OORP:
Nice touch with the jumper cable shock treatment Paul....)
(FADE IN:..... On the GLCW Heavyweight title laying on a desk next to a computer. Next to it is Maelstrom sitting in front of the computer monitor, watching the latest edition of GLCW's Wired. His eyes stare at the action in progress, but his mind seems to be elsewhere, he seems to be lost in thought. That doesn't last long however as he faintly shakes away his day dreams and abruptly turns around. He doesn't seem at all surprised to find the camera's focused on him, in fact, he almost appears to have expected it as he nonchalantly, and without hesitation, begins to speak.....)
MAELSTROM: A lot of people seem to be gettin' religious as of late Marx. Manson, an' you as of late. I kinda like to think that I had somethin' to do with that, particularly considerin' that it all seems to be geared in my direction. But whether I did or not doesn't mean a whole damn lot now does it?
(glances back at the monitor where it shows a clip of Maelstrom locking up with Marx at Joliet wired)
MAELSTROM: An' of course with religion, comes the lil' gangs.... kinda ironic eh, usin' religion an' gangs in the same concept? I mean, you yerself hint at this G.O.D. thing of yers as bein' nothin' more than a collective force of mind, body an' wills.... 'gainst one mind, one body..... one will..... (smiles)... ME! I suppose I should really be flattered, but the fact of the matter is that it really doesn't surprise me. Hell, even the king of all beasts has occasion to fall prey to a pack of hyenas.
(sighs heavily as he rubs his eyes, attempting to fight off his weariness)
MAELSTROM: Whether ya call it G.O.D. or refer to it in its more accurate term, it doesn't change what it really is..... nor will it change the reality of it all..... 'cuz even if ya do manage to succeed in this G.O.D. plot of yers..... it won't change the fact that it took MANY to do what one alone couldn't....
(Maelstrom gets up, grabs his GLCW title from the table and walks out of our view, leaving us to witness the final moments of Maelstrom first trapping Jonathan Marx, then Anarky in the Mortal Sin. An image that stays with us even after we.... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-02-03 AT 06:47 PM (EST)](OORP:
Nice touch with the jumper cable shock treatment Paul....)(FADE IN:..... On the GLCW Heavyweight title laying on a desk next to a computer. Next to it is Maelstrom sitting in front of the computer monitor, watching the latest edition of GLCW's Wired. His eyes stare at the action in progress, but his mind seems to be elsewhere, he seems to be lost in thought. That doesn't last long however as he faintly shakes away his day dreams and abruptly turns around. He doesn't seem at all surprised to find the camera's focused on him, in fact, he almost appears to have expected it as he nonchalantly, and without hesitation, begins to speak.....)
MAELSTROM: A lot of people seem to be gettin' religious as of late Marx. Manson, an' you as of late. I kinda like to think that I had somethin' to do with that, particularly considerin' that it all seems to be geared in my direction. But whether I did or not doesn't mean a whole damn lot now does it?
(glances back at the monitor where it shows a clip of Maelstrom locking up with Marx at Joliet wired)
MAELSTROM: An' of course with religion, comes the lil' gangs.... kinda ironic eh, usin' religion an' gangs in the same concept? I mean, you yerself hint at this G.O.D. thing of yers as bein' nothin' more than a collective force of mind, body an' wills.... 'gainst one mind, one body..... one will..... (smiles)... ME! I suppose I should really be flattered, but the fact of the matter is that it really doesn't surprise me. Hell, even the king of all beasts has occasion to fall prey to a pack of hyenas.
(sighs heavily as he rubs his eyes, attempting to fight off his weariness)
MAELSTROM: Whether ya call it G.O.D. or refer to it in its more accurate term, it doesn't change what it really is..... nor will it change the reality of it all..... 'cuz even if ya do manage to succeed in this G.O.D. plot of yers..... it won't change the fact that it took MANY to do what one alone couldn't....
(Maelstrom gets up, grabs his GLCW title from the table and walks out of our view, leaving us to witness the final moments of Maelstrom first trapping Jonathan Marx, then Anarky in the Mortal Sin. An image that stays with us even after we.... FADE OUT....)
JC
League Member
The sins of my father; bring about change....
(4…3…2…1… comes across the screen and just as quickly, that fades into a collage of scenes showing Maelstrom, Nevada Smith, the NEH, JC and some of LD and his Warlords… We then hear Rico Suave’s voice… “About 10-15 years ago I had the opportunity of meeting Lord Dread and his Warlords, a strange, yet powerful group or “clan” as JC referred to them, I witnessed the birth of the NEH in New Japan, as I saw JC amass some of the most powerful and most talented wrestlers to create the NEH/UA… Wrestlers like Big Rodge, the Masked Blazer, Draven and yes folks even Minion at one time was a member of this very elite group, a very powerful and very dominant group… Their dominance over many federations brought them into brutal confrontations against such superstars as Maelstrom, Jean Rabesque and our very own commissioner King Krusher who even formed his very own alliance to battle the NEH, and for you old folks out there that were able to witness those battles know that those were battles… Jean had his Mercenaries, Maelstrom had Brimstone and Jared Justice from time to time and KK had his alliance”…
(On the screen we can see several of those battles as Rico continues speaking… “That’s just to name a few the list is pretty long… As were the mental battles of JC and Malec, and we can’t forget Joe Lebron, who along with Malec were finally able to bring JC down… I remember well the lawsuit that slew JC, and brought down a dynasty… But JC being the resilient individual that he is came back with the UA, Unholy Alliance or just Kraven and Flatliner, take your pick, Nevada went on his own with much success as well as Maelstrom, whose only tie to JC and the NEH/UA was a bloodline, a strange relationship there folks, one best left alone… Now his relationship with Nevada was really something, their dislike for one another was so strong, that they would follow each other into different federations just to try to ruin each other’s career, for folks THOSE battles were at a totally different level, whenever these two collided people got hurt, they were out to end each other’s career… But Maelstrom and Nevada shared a much stronger bloodline and just as strong as that bloodline was, so was their animosity towards each other was, the years have passed and time has changed, yet that rivalry continues to live… LD and his Warlord have come and gone, the NEH has come and gone as has the UA and even Nevada, which brings me to Dakota Smith, son of Nevada, a new breed!? Or is this one acorn that fell very close to the tree!? The spitting image of Nevada, only more massive and from what we have seen so far, not of the same mentality of Nevada, but then again we shouldn’t jump to conclusions one way or the other; I met with Dakota on several occasions and I tell you folks, that there is something cynical about him… I can’t quite get a grip on it yet, but I will one day… Wrestling has indeed come a long way; the days of old are gone, replaced by a new breed, a new generation of superstars… Some of the old school alumni are still around, the diehards, the never say never crowd… Little by little their numbers dwindle, a majority slowly becoming a minority”… Camera fades into Dakota, standing stoically in front of the brick wall where many of the UA’s interviews were conducted…
DAKOTA: On one hand I have Nevada and the guys breathing down my throat, on the other hand I have these peons b@tching and complaining how I have been given a free ride and in the middle of all this I stand with two back to back losses… “You LOST because YOU BLINKED!!! I hear that over and over from Nevada, so much so that it has been ringing inside my brain constantly, in my sleep, in my waking hours, I turn on the radio and it’s all I hear, the music has long gone south… I stand on the threshold of my career, and I must choose… (Pauses as he contemplates his next words…) Do I listen to Malec and the fans or do I listen to Nevada and the UA!? Or do I listen to Maelstrom… The b@tching, the warnings, even the cheers are falling on deaf ears Mael… You may be one of Pandora’s great sons, but that means nothing to me, your little feud with Nevada means nothing, all I expect from you is that you pull your weight at Peoria, and stay the hell out of my way!!!
(He again pauses and becomes lost in thought momentarily, his eyes narrow as he again meets the lens…)
DAKOTA: So you think that I’m nothing more than a one trick pony eh Jonathan!? I guess Nevada was right I did blink… I momentarily lost my senses and forgot where I was… It took two losses and your rhetorical crap to make me realize what Nevada has been saying all the time was dead on target… I am getting tired of your crap Jonathan, while it was amusing in the beginning; it’s redundant now and now … (Smirks deviously…) Hell of a scenario Malec has placed us in… Nah, it’s no scenario… It’s more like a Mexican standoff… Are you happy now Mael!? You couldn’t come out here and just speak your mind, leaving me the hell out of it, NOoooo; you had to go one over on Jonathan, Nevada is right about you … You’re too busy living in past battles that you haven’t realize your chariot to Valhalla awaits… My fight is not with you Mael, but if you want to settle something, you feel you are owed, consider the sins of my father as mine… Now if you’ll step to the back of the line for a moment I want to say something to Jonathan and Anarky, and that is this… Jonathan, I bet by now you feel redeemed, you got your loss to me vindicated and somewhere in the back of that braggadocio mind of yours, you are probably thinking that it’ll be another chicken run for you… Hell, you’re teamed up with Anarky, what can go wrong… Manson and Minion will most likely be close by just in case the need arises; so you won’t worry, you’ll be happy… (His smirk turns into a sneer…) Mael is not making things any better by coming out and speaking the way he did; makes you really think that I’m nothing more than a boy in men’s clothing… All I’m going to say to your rhetorical comments is that I have a score to settle with you and at Peoria I WILL GET MINE!!! It doesn’t matter that I lost to you and Jobber, it doesn’t matter that you consider me a boy in a man’s world… That’s all irrelevant at this point in time Jonathan, winning, losing is not what matters any longer…
(His eyes become glazed, his sneer widens as he stares beyond our camera… Within seconds we find out why as Nevada comes into focus… He wraps his arm around Dakota and smirks cynically into the camera…)
NEVADA: The snake has finally shed his skin; its fangs dripping venomous saliva… Survival will be the key Jonathan, winning; losing will be the furthest thing from your mind at Peoria… It will be there that darkness will overcast you Jonathan, a darkness that will chew you up and spit you out… And no one will be able to help you; Anarky will be too busy fending off that paper champion Mael and as for your back up plan… (Smirks deviously…) Forget about it, the cavalry will not arrive in time if they are able to show up at all…. They say that two heads are better than one, so my question to you Jonathan is this… If two heads are better than one, what do you think two snakes slithering together make!?
DAKOTA: Don’t over tax his brain, he can’t chew gum and think at the same time, much less answer complicated questions like that… It’s plain and simple Jonathan, this is the tie breaker; and the ball is in my court and I intend to run right through you!!! You want to think that this match is all about Mael and the title; Already you are assuming, assuming that since you won our last encounter and that I lost to Jobber, that I am already washed up… (Smirks as he shakes his head…) Assumptions are the mother of all screw ups Jonathan, has it ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe that’s what I needed… A rude awakening… Nevada constantly burning my ear, trying to show me the way and me, being the arrogant SOB that I am, decided to bump heads with him… Never really wanting to give in, even though I knew he was right… You see Jonathan, I finally agreed to disagree… I also realized that it’s not about the fans, it’s not even about you or any of the others in the back… It’s all about me and how bad I want it… (His eyes narrow…) At Peoria Jonathan, you, Anarky and yes, even Mael will feel just how bad I want it… Anarky I haven’t forgotten you, and I purposely left you for last… Regardless of what people say about you, I still like you, not that it’ll make any damn difference at Peoria, I’m still going to kick your ass also… Jonathan, Mael as well as that little posse you’re running around with don’t know their head from their asses, yet you do… So I have to take that as some sort of method to the madness; everything was going great for you Anarky, here you were going places, making a name for yourself, yet again and then you decided to screw all that up… Bad mistake you made listening to Manson and Jonathan; should’ve stood out of it Anarky, you of all people should realize where all this is heading, you’ve been there before…
(Camera starts to fade showing both Dakota and Nevada staring into it and then with Dakota and then Nevada turning their backs to it and walking away… Fade out…)
(4…3…2…1… comes across the screen and just as quickly, that fades into a collage of scenes showing Maelstrom, Nevada Smith, the NEH, JC and some of LD and his Warlords… We then hear Rico Suave’s voice… “About 10-15 years ago I had the opportunity of meeting Lord Dread and his Warlords, a strange, yet powerful group or “clan” as JC referred to them, I witnessed the birth of the NEH in New Japan, as I saw JC amass some of the most powerful and most talented wrestlers to create the NEH/UA… Wrestlers like Big Rodge, the Masked Blazer, Draven and yes folks even Minion at one time was a member of this very elite group, a very powerful and very dominant group… Their dominance over many federations brought them into brutal confrontations against such superstars as Maelstrom, Jean Rabesque and our very own commissioner King Krusher who even formed his very own alliance to battle the NEH, and for you old folks out there that were able to witness those battles know that those were battles… Jean had his Mercenaries, Maelstrom had Brimstone and Jared Justice from time to time and KK had his alliance”…
(On the screen we can see several of those battles as Rico continues speaking… “That’s just to name a few the list is pretty long… As were the mental battles of JC and Malec, and we can’t forget Joe Lebron, who along with Malec were finally able to bring JC down… I remember well the lawsuit that slew JC, and brought down a dynasty… But JC being the resilient individual that he is came back with the UA, Unholy Alliance or just Kraven and Flatliner, take your pick, Nevada went on his own with much success as well as Maelstrom, whose only tie to JC and the NEH/UA was a bloodline, a strange relationship there folks, one best left alone… Now his relationship with Nevada was really something, their dislike for one another was so strong, that they would follow each other into different federations just to try to ruin each other’s career, for folks THOSE battles were at a totally different level, whenever these two collided people got hurt, they were out to end each other’s career… But Maelstrom and Nevada shared a much stronger bloodline and just as strong as that bloodline was, so was their animosity towards each other was, the years have passed and time has changed, yet that rivalry continues to live… LD and his Warlord have come and gone, the NEH has come and gone as has the UA and even Nevada, which brings me to Dakota Smith, son of Nevada, a new breed!? Or is this one acorn that fell very close to the tree!? The spitting image of Nevada, only more massive and from what we have seen so far, not of the same mentality of Nevada, but then again we shouldn’t jump to conclusions one way or the other; I met with Dakota on several occasions and I tell you folks, that there is something cynical about him… I can’t quite get a grip on it yet, but I will one day… Wrestling has indeed come a long way; the days of old are gone, replaced by a new breed, a new generation of superstars… Some of the old school alumni are still around, the diehards, the never say never crowd… Little by little their numbers dwindle, a majority slowly becoming a minority”… Camera fades into Dakota, standing stoically in front of the brick wall where many of the UA’s interviews were conducted…
DAKOTA: On one hand I have Nevada and the guys breathing down my throat, on the other hand I have these peons b@tching and complaining how I have been given a free ride and in the middle of all this I stand with two back to back losses… “You LOST because YOU BLINKED!!! I hear that over and over from Nevada, so much so that it has been ringing inside my brain constantly, in my sleep, in my waking hours, I turn on the radio and it’s all I hear, the music has long gone south… I stand on the threshold of my career, and I must choose… (Pauses as he contemplates his next words…) Do I listen to Malec and the fans or do I listen to Nevada and the UA!? Or do I listen to Maelstrom… The b@tching, the warnings, even the cheers are falling on deaf ears Mael… You may be one of Pandora’s great sons, but that means nothing to me, your little feud with Nevada means nothing, all I expect from you is that you pull your weight at Peoria, and stay the hell out of my way!!!
(He again pauses and becomes lost in thought momentarily, his eyes narrow as he again meets the lens…)
DAKOTA: So you think that I’m nothing more than a one trick pony eh Jonathan!? I guess Nevada was right I did blink… I momentarily lost my senses and forgot where I was… It took two losses and your rhetorical crap to make me realize what Nevada has been saying all the time was dead on target… I am getting tired of your crap Jonathan, while it was amusing in the beginning; it’s redundant now and now … (Smirks deviously…) Hell of a scenario Malec has placed us in… Nah, it’s no scenario… It’s more like a Mexican standoff… Are you happy now Mael!? You couldn’t come out here and just speak your mind, leaving me the hell out of it, NOoooo; you had to go one over on Jonathan, Nevada is right about you … You’re too busy living in past battles that you haven’t realize your chariot to Valhalla awaits… My fight is not with you Mael, but if you want to settle something, you feel you are owed, consider the sins of my father as mine… Now if you’ll step to the back of the line for a moment I want to say something to Jonathan and Anarky, and that is this… Jonathan, I bet by now you feel redeemed, you got your loss to me vindicated and somewhere in the back of that braggadocio mind of yours, you are probably thinking that it’ll be another chicken run for you… Hell, you’re teamed up with Anarky, what can go wrong… Manson and Minion will most likely be close by just in case the need arises; so you won’t worry, you’ll be happy… (His smirk turns into a sneer…) Mael is not making things any better by coming out and speaking the way he did; makes you really think that I’m nothing more than a boy in men’s clothing… All I’m going to say to your rhetorical comments is that I have a score to settle with you and at Peoria I WILL GET MINE!!! It doesn’t matter that I lost to you and Jobber, it doesn’t matter that you consider me a boy in a man’s world… That’s all irrelevant at this point in time Jonathan, winning, losing is not what matters any longer…
(His eyes become glazed, his sneer widens as he stares beyond our camera… Within seconds we find out why as Nevada comes into focus… He wraps his arm around Dakota and smirks cynically into the camera…)
NEVADA: The snake has finally shed his skin; its fangs dripping venomous saliva… Survival will be the key Jonathan, winning; losing will be the furthest thing from your mind at Peoria… It will be there that darkness will overcast you Jonathan, a darkness that will chew you up and spit you out… And no one will be able to help you; Anarky will be too busy fending off that paper champion Mael and as for your back up plan… (Smirks deviously…) Forget about it, the cavalry will not arrive in time if they are able to show up at all…. They say that two heads are better than one, so my question to you Jonathan is this… If two heads are better than one, what do you think two snakes slithering together make!?
DAKOTA: Don’t over tax his brain, he can’t chew gum and think at the same time, much less answer complicated questions like that… It’s plain and simple Jonathan, this is the tie breaker; and the ball is in my court and I intend to run right through you!!! You want to think that this match is all about Mael and the title; Already you are assuming, assuming that since you won our last encounter and that I lost to Jobber, that I am already washed up… (Smirks as he shakes his head…) Assumptions are the mother of all screw ups Jonathan, has it ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe that’s what I needed… A rude awakening… Nevada constantly burning my ear, trying to show me the way and me, being the arrogant SOB that I am, decided to bump heads with him… Never really wanting to give in, even though I knew he was right… You see Jonathan, I finally agreed to disagree… I also realized that it’s not about the fans, it’s not even about you or any of the others in the back… It’s all about me and how bad I want it… (His eyes narrow…) At Peoria Jonathan, you, Anarky and yes, even Mael will feel just how bad I want it… Anarky I haven’t forgotten you, and I purposely left you for last… Regardless of what people say about you, I still like you, not that it’ll make any damn difference at Peoria, I’m still going to kick your ass also… Jonathan, Mael as well as that little posse you’re running around with don’t know their head from their asses, yet you do… So I have to take that as some sort of method to the madness; everything was going great for you Anarky, here you were going places, making a name for yourself, yet again and then you decided to screw all that up… Bad mistake you made listening to Manson and Jonathan; should’ve stood out of it Anarky, you of all people should realize where all this is heading, you’ve been there before…
(Camera starts to fade showing both Dakota and Nevada staring into it and then with Dakota and then Nevada turning their backs to it and walking away… Fade out…)
PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
The Dead Sea Scrolls of Dakota Smith...
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-02-03 AT 11:39 PM (EST)]::sits in front of his TV watching and rewatching the beginning of Dakota Smith’s promo::
JONATHAN MARX: This is like translating the Dead Sea Scrolls. How is all this relevant to our upcoming match?
BRANDON JACOBS: ::shrugs::
JONATHAN MARX: Only thing I got out of it is that Mael and Nevada are step brothers and Mael is Dakota uncle.
BRANDON JACOBS: What does this all have to do with current Dakota Smith?
JONATHAN MARX: I really don’t know. We made fun of him in his last match because he kept on using his pedigree and his father’s history to get ahead, but it looks like since that is failed, he has brought in Nevada to be by his side and is now attaching himself to the hip of Maelstrom, which he really needs to get lanced off.
BRANDON JACOBS: Why would Maelstrom let Dakota use him like that?
JONATHAN MARX: I don’t know. Maelstrom has earned the right of being called a legend and to give him credit for where credit is earned, one of the leading reasons that Gentlemen of Dignity was formed. But this whole thing is bizarre... I don’t want to beat up Maelstrom’s family. I don’t want to beat up Mama Maelstrom, Papa Maelstrom, Brainy Maelstrom, or his brother from a different mother. I beat Dakota Smith and then Jobber beat him. But Dakota Smith is like a bad case of herpes, I just can’t get rid of him. For the love of G.O.D., all Anarky and I want is to strip that GLCW Heavyweight title from around his waist. If Dakota Smith wants to be a good boy, he’ll stand on the apron and let three grown men fight. Maelstrom won’t even mind, he enjoys a good fight, he has said so several times.
BRANDON JACOBS: Don’t get all worked up about this.
JONATHAN MARX: It just that all this nepotism is getting ridiculous and Dakota tells me I shouldn’t bring it up when he trots out Nevada Smith in his interview and brings up how he shares some genetic link with Maelstrom, obviously not the part that lost to Jobber, but I digress. I’m going to make everyone pay when I become champ, I’m going to bring in my brothers Groucho, Chico, and Harpo as main eventers and shove them down everyone’s throat, because if you are going to make a joke out of wrestling, it might as well be funny.
BRANDON JACOBS: You really should try to get adopted by Maelstrom.
JONATHAN MARX: That is looking like a better idea every minute.
FTB
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-02-03 AT 11:39 PM (EST)]::sits in front of his TV watching and rewatching the beginning of Dakota Smith’s promo::
JONATHAN MARX: This is like translating the Dead Sea Scrolls. How is all this relevant to our upcoming match?
BRANDON JACOBS: ::shrugs::
JONATHAN MARX: Only thing I got out of it is that Mael and Nevada are step brothers and Mael is Dakota uncle.
BRANDON JACOBS: What does this all have to do with current Dakota Smith?
JONATHAN MARX: I really don’t know. We made fun of him in his last match because he kept on using his pedigree and his father’s history to get ahead, but it looks like since that is failed, he has brought in Nevada to be by his side and is now attaching himself to the hip of Maelstrom, which he really needs to get lanced off.
BRANDON JACOBS: Why would Maelstrom let Dakota use him like that?
JONATHAN MARX: I don’t know. Maelstrom has earned the right of being called a legend and to give him credit for where credit is earned, one of the leading reasons that Gentlemen of Dignity was formed. But this whole thing is bizarre... I don’t want to beat up Maelstrom’s family. I don’t want to beat up Mama Maelstrom, Papa Maelstrom, Brainy Maelstrom, or his brother from a different mother. I beat Dakota Smith and then Jobber beat him. But Dakota Smith is like a bad case of herpes, I just can’t get rid of him. For the love of G.O.D., all Anarky and I want is to strip that GLCW Heavyweight title from around his waist. If Dakota Smith wants to be a good boy, he’ll stand on the apron and let three grown men fight. Maelstrom won’t even mind, he enjoys a good fight, he has said so several times.
BRANDON JACOBS: Don’t get all worked up about this.
JONATHAN MARX: It just that all this nepotism is getting ridiculous and Dakota tells me I shouldn’t bring it up when he trots out Nevada Smith in his interview and brings up how he shares some genetic link with Maelstrom, obviously not the part that lost to Jobber, but I digress. I’m going to make everyone pay when I become champ, I’m going to bring in my brothers Groucho, Chico, and Harpo as main eventers and shove them down everyone’s throat, because if you are going to make a joke out of wrestling, it might as well be funny.
BRANDON JACOBS: You really should try to get adopted by Maelstrom.
JONATHAN MARX: That is looking like a better idea every minute.
FTB
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The Cold, Hard Truth
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-03 AT 10:23 AM (EST)](OORP: Tried to reply sooner, but schoolwork is already piling up. Good times.)
(FADEIN to the quiet sights of yet another quiet park in Nowheresville, USA. Anarky sits, calmly as usual, watching the sights... )
ANARKY: "Think you're pretty clever, don'tcha boy? Show a little vignette here, a flattering clip there... it's enough to make a man sick. Of course, I don't need to stoop to your level. I could show a few clips of my own... show you to be the weak, maleable piece of flesh you are... but then I'd be just like you. But I'm not like you. I've never been like you. I let my actions speak for me. You go ahead and analyze my moves. You can call me a coward for running with the men I do.
"But there's a method to the madness, Mael. There's always been a method to my madness. I do not take accidental steps. Everything I do, I do for a reason. And unlike yourself, it is not some vain attempt to breach an impasse or prove myself.
"I know the thought never occurred to you, Mael... but the Gentlemen of Dignity... have nothing to do with God. Leave it to you to completely misinterpret our intentions. Call us a gang. Call us what you will, but we will change the very face of this sport whether you like it or not.
"You see, Mael... we are not selfish, muscle-bound freaks who have nothing better to do than prove ourselves over and over and over again. We'll leave such pathetic reasoning to you. We do not privately worship a piece of tin while publically disrespecting it in a foolish attempt to gain credibility.
"I do love watching you, though. The contrived interviews with a gasping Lady V... all very cute. I love the way she acts all surprised when you, for the millionth time, insult yet another tag team partner, as if you were the first person to do such a thing. I suppose it never even entered that limited little brain of yours that getting along with your partner and tag teaming effectively just might prove more useful than playing the 'I Don't Need Anyone Because I'm Tougher Than Nails' card.
"I don't know what amuses me more, Mael... you and Hawk incessantly bitching at each other before you make love, or the fact that you're the same <BLEEP>ing person with a different outfit and accent. Oh, gee, you guys don't need anyone? You're just fine by yourselves? A couple of lone wolves ready to strike? Please.
"And then we've got Dakota. Nah, I didn't forget about you, boy, even if I may have been an afterthought in your rant about Marx. Truth hurts, don't it? You see, Dakota, whether or not YOU like it or even ADMIT IT, the ONLY reason you're here is your NAME. Lose a couple of matches and get catapaulted into the main event? Does that sound right, Dakota?
"If you had any respect for yourself at all, you'd step down and let someone DESERVING step in. Jean Rabesque, Jobber, Golden Hawk... hell, even CAMERON CRUISE has more of a right to be here than you.
"When I first came to GLCW... and remember, Dakota, unlike you, I have a VERY impressive resume... I told Krusher that if he wants to save this cesspool from itself, the SMARTEST thing he could do was book me and Mael in the main event. And do you know what he said? He said... 'Nark, if you want to be in the main event, you had better goddamned well earn it.' Funny how that applies to me and not you. Selective reasoning, eh?
"You don't want us to talk about your Daddy, kid? Then stop talking about him for a minute. Make your own goddamned path. Don't sit here and pretend that you're being unjustly criticized for your father's sins when YOU are the one who can't help but give us a history of your stupid little island every time you speak. Every time I hear about how intimidating and powerful all the Pandorians are, it makes me want to vomit.
"I don't give a damn about your stupid island, Dakota. I don't care if you and Maelstrom are blood brothers or gay lovers. Don't make a difference one way or another. Because Marx and I... we have a bond. We are... Gentlemen of Dignity... and we fight for a cause greater than respect or power or even championships.
"You like me? Well halleleujah, it's so good to be loved. Why don't you go tell someone who cares, like Lady V? That way, she can act all shocked and we can all have a good laugh at your expense.
"But you know what kills me about you, Dakota? Besides your lack of determination and experience? Your excuses. You BLINKED? C'mon. Don't feed me that line of BULL<BLEEP>. Excuses are for cowards and losers, Dakota. And I'd think that with a family name like yours, the LAST thing you'd need is to sound MORE amateurish."
(He stops for a moment and seems to contemplate the night sky before speaking again... )
ANARKY: "Tell me, Mael... if you're really as self-righteous as you claim... then all I have to do is cheat my way to victory and I will have effectively proven that you are The Best, right? Will you then walk away? Having taken on the toughest? Or will your false mantra be exposed for what it is? A FRONT, as you so eloquently put it? I think we both know the answer, don't we?
"But we both know what this is really all about. Time is running out for you, Mael. You and I have both known it for a long, long time. Your fall from grace has already begun. Can you see it? The title defenses becoming more and more difficult and closer and closer together. And me. This is what you wanted, Mael. This is what you asked for.
"Well you know what they say, Mael...
"... be careful what you wish for. Because you're about to find out what ANARKY is ALL ABOUT."
(FADEOUT.)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-03 AT 10:23 AM (EST)](OORP: Tried to reply sooner, but schoolwork is already piling up. Good times.)
(FADEIN to the quiet sights of yet another quiet park in Nowheresville, USA. Anarky sits, calmly as usual, watching the sights... )
ANARKY: "Think you're pretty clever, don'tcha boy? Show a little vignette here, a flattering clip there... it's enough to make a man sick. Of course, I don't need to stoop to your level. I could show a few clips of my own... show you to be the weak, maleable piece of flesh you are... but then I'd be just like you. But I'm not like you. I've never been like you. I let my actions speak for me. You go ahead and analyze my moves. You can call me a coward for running with the men I do.
"But there's a method to the madness, Mael. There's always been a method to my madness. I do not take accidental steps. Everything I do, I do for a reason. And unlike yourself, it is not some vain attempt to breach an impasse or prove myself.
"I know the thought never occurred to you, Mael... but the Gentlemen of Dignity... have nothing to do with God. Leave it to you to completely misinterpret our intentions. Call us a gang. Call us what you will, but we will change the very face of this sport whether you like it or not.
"You see, Mael... we are not selfish, muscle-bound freaks who have nothing better to do than prove ourselves over and over and over again. We'll leave such pathetic reasoning to you. We do not privately worship a piece of tin while publically disrespecting it in a foolish attempt to gain credibility.
"I do love watching you, though. The contrived interviews with a gasping Lady V... all very cute. I love the way she acts all surprised when you, for the millionth time, insult yet another tag team partner, as if you were the first person to do such a thing. I suppose it never even entered that limited little brain of yours that getting along with your partner and tag teaming effectively just might prove more useful than playing the 'I Don't Need Anyone Because I'm Tougher Than Nails' card.
"I don't know what amuses me more, Mael... you and Hawk incessantly bitching at each other before you make love, or the fact that you're the same <BLEEP>ing person with a different outfit and accent. Oh, gee, you guys don't need anyone? You're just fine by yourselves? A couple of lone wolves ready to strike? Please.
"And then we've got Dakota. Nah, I didn't forget about you, boy, even if I may have been an afterthought in your rant about Marx. Truth hurts, don't it? You see, Dakota, whether or not YOU like it or even ADMIT IT, the ONLY reason you're here is your NAME. Lose a couple of matches and get catapaulted into the main event? Does that sound right, Dakota?
"If you had any respect for yourself at all, you'd step down and let someone DESERVING step in. Jean Rabesque, Jobber, Golden Hawk... hell, even CAMERON CRUISE has more of a right to be here than you.
"When I first came to GLCW... and remember, Dakota, unlike you, I have a VERY impressive resume... I told Krusher that if he wants to save this cesspool from itself, the SMARTEST thing he could do was book me and Mael in the main event. And do you know what he said? He said... 'Nark, if you want to be in the main event, you had better goddamned well earn it.' Funny how that applies to me and not you. Selective reasoning, eh?
"You don't want us to talk about your Daddy, kid? Then stop talking about him for a minute. Make your own goddamned path. Don't sit here and pretend that you're being unjustly criticized for your father's sins when YOU are the one who can't help but give us a history of your stupid little island every time you speak. Every time I hear about how intimidating and powerful all the Pandorians are, it makes me want to vomit.
"I don't give a damn about your stupid island, Dakota. I don't care if you and Maelstrom are blood brothers or gay lovers. Don't make a difference one way or another. Because Marx and I... we have a bond. We are... Gentlemen of Dignity... and we fight for a cause greater than respect or power or even championships.
"You like me? Well halleleujah, it's so good to be loved. Why don't you go tell someone who cares, like Lady V? That way, she can act all shocked and we can all have a good laugh at your expense.
"But you know what kills me about you, Dakota? Besides your lack of determination and experience? Your excuses. You BLINKED? C'mon. Don't feed me that line of BULL<BLEEP>. Excuses are for cowards and losers, Dakota. And I'd think that with a family name like yours, the LAST thing you'd need is to sound MORE amateurish."
(He stops for a moment and seems to contemplate the night sky before speaking again... )
ANARKY: "Tell me, Mael... if you're really as self-righteous as you claim... then all I have to do is cheat my way to victory and I will have effectively proven that you are The Best, right? Will you then walk away? Having taken on the toughest? Or will your false mantra be exposed for what it is? A FRONT, as you so eloquently put it? I think we both know the answer, don't we?
"But we both know what this is really all about. Time is running out for you, Mael. You and I have both known it for a long, long time. Your fall from grace has already begun. Can you see it? The title defenses becoming more and more difficult and closer and closer together. And me. This is what you wanted, Mael. This is what you asked for.
"Well you know what they say, Mael...
"... be careful what you wish for. Because you're about to find out what ANARKY is ALL ABOUT."
(FADEOUT.)
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The cold hard truth 'bout what Anarky is all 'bout....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-03 AT 12:31 PM (EST)](FADE IN: …… a surreal park setting, much like the one Anarky was last seen in when he aired his mic spot. The props used however are so obviously fake that when Maelstrom walks on to the set and hangs the GLCW Heavyweight title on one of the tree's limbs, the entire tree topples over, belt and all. Maelstrom smiles to himself as he disregards it and checks the nearby bench to make sure it's real before sitting down upon it. A faint smile later, he begins to speak…..)
MAELSTROM: All hail, the voice of reason has finally spoken to further enlighten us all with his interpretations of the truth as he perceives it. (begins clapping sarcastically) 'Narky, if anythin', yer certainly consistent when it comes to analyzing me….. yer off the mark as usual! Here ya are, ASSuming that my reference to religion was directed to yer lil' G.O.D. group. (shakes his head in a very exaggerated fashion) In yer haste to distort, ya failed to realize that I was referrin' to Manson's delusions of bein' GLCW's god, an' of course his lil' crew that recognize him an' worship him as such…. like yerself!
(begins laughing cynically)
MAELSTROM: The gang reference of course, is directed toward yer apparent NEED to run around in packs to gain what yer unable to on yer own…… more precisely, that G.O.D. gang of yers. But yer not totally wrong with yer statements. I do agree with one thing ya said…… the part where ya said that yer not like me an' never been like me….. ya see 'Narky, unlike you, I do MY OWN dirty work ….. b'sides…. (smiles wickedly as he winks) I don't RUN nearly as fast as ya do!
(pauses as he looks up and watches an obviously fake bird fixed to a pole move over him until it disappears from our view)
MAELSTROM: I'm a bit confused 'bout something though 'Narky….. ya claim that ya let yer actions speak for yerself, an' I gotta tell ya, I really have a problem with that statement considerin' that yer lil' buddies are ALWAYS 'round to help ya out! (raises an eyebrow) Care to explain that lil' contradiction? An' while yer at it, I'd also like to hear how ya can talk out the side of yer mouth 'bout bein' dependent on no one while in the same breath speak 'bout how yer lil' gang will change the face of this sport…… not to mention that yer lil' worship buddy Marx has already admitted that ya NEED HELP 'gainst me at the upcomin' PPV!
(pauses again as he suddenly hears thunder and rain falling and looks up to see a fake thundercloud, held by the same type of rod, sprinkling water as it moves slowly across the set. Maelstrom shakes his head in mild disbelief as the fake thundercloud sweeps over him, drenching him with manufactured rain water. Maelstrom rinses the water from his black mane and watches it until it disappears off the set before he resumes speaking…..)
MAELSTROM: Ya know 'Narky, they say ya tend to mock what ya can't understand, well, I think the same can be said 'bout jealousy. Yers is wavering precariously. Why else would ya mock what I've already proven time an' time again….. that I get the job done BY MYSELF without the need of help from others. (shrugs his shoulders) Ya can try an wave it off, but the video tapes don't lie…… least not as well as YOU do 'Narky. What I'd really like to know though is how the hell ya can even think ya know what I'm 'bout when ya don't even own a clue 'bout what YER 'bout!? Ya vainly grasp at straws tryin' to tear me down in the very midst of yer own contradictions! Ya need to call 'em as they are not as you'd like them to be perceived! Me? Self-righteous? (begins laughing boisterously) I've been called many things in my day, but I gotta hand it to you…. that one's original! I've gone on record stating MANY times that I'm arrogant, selfish an' ingracious with my opponents an' tag partners alike. I won't deny it 'cuz that's WHO I am. I make no apologies for it an' if anyone has a problem with my manner…. (smiles widely) well now, as ya can see, I'm not a hard man to find.
(gets up from the bench and grasps the GLCW title in one hand while lifting the fake tree up and back into place. While still holding the fake tree up in place, he turns our way and continues speaking….)
MAELSTROM: Ya see 'Narky, I don't need to be careful of what I wish for..... (grins) I 'ready know what Anarky is all 'bout.... have for quite some time now. Funny thing 'bout contradictions 'Narky…. eventually, it unwittingly peels yet another layer off the thin veil of yer hypocrisy…….
(Maelstrom continues to hold the fake tree, until he's nearly off the set. The moment he releases it, the fake tree along with the huge fake wall background falls forward with a resounding crash, revealing some stage hands at work on some electronic equipment in the background. Maelstrom shakes his head and smiles faintly as he walks off our view, dragging the GLCW title in tow behind him…… FADE OUT…..)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-03 AT 12:31 PM (EST)](FADE IN: …… a surreal park setting, much like the one Anarky was last seen in when he aired his mic spot. The props used however are so obviously fake that when Maelstrom walks on to the set and hangs the GLCW Heavyweight title on one of the tree's limbs, the entire tree topples over, belt and all. Maelstrom smiles to himself as he disregards it and checks the nearby bench to make sure it's real before sitting down upon it. A faint smile later, he begins to speak…..)
MAELSTROM: All hail, the voice of reason has finally spoken to further enlighten us all with his interpretations of the truth as he perceives it. (begins clapping sarcastically) 'Narky, if anythin', yer certainly consistent when it comes to analyzing me….. yer off the mark as usual! Here ya are, ASSuming that my reference to religion was directed to yer lil' G.O.D. group. (shakes his head in a very exaggerated fashion) In yer haste to distort, ya failed to realize that I was referrin' to Manson's delusions of bein' GLCW's god, an' of course his lil' crew that recognize him an' worship him as such…. like yerself!
(begins laughing cynically)
MAELSTROM: The gang reference of course, is directed toward yer apparent NEED to run around in packs to gain what yer unable to on yer own…… more precisely, that G.O.D. gang of yers. But yer not totally wrong with yer statements. I do agree with one thing ya said…… the part where ya said that yer not like me an' never been like me….. ya see 'Narky, unlike you, I do MY OWN dirty work ….. b'sides…. (smiles wickedly as he winks) I don't RUN nearly as fast as ya do!
(pauses as he looks up and watches an obviously fake bird fixed to a pole move over him until it disappears from our view)
MAELSTROM: I'm a bit confused 'bout something though 'Narky….. ya claim that ya let yer actions speak for yerself, an' I gotta tell ya, I really have a problem with that statement considerin' that yer lil' buddies are ALWAYS 'round to help ya out! (raises an eyebrow) Care to explain that lil' contradiction? An' while yer at it, I'd also like to hear how ya can talk out the side of yer mouth 'bout bein' dependent on no one while in the same breath speak 'bout how yer lil' gang will change the face of this sport…… not to mention that yer lil' worship buddy Marx has already admitted that ya NEED HELP 'gainst me at the upcomin' PPV!
(pauses again as he suddenly hears thunder and rain falling and looks up to see a fake thundercloud, held by the same type of rod, sprinkling water as it moves slowly across the set. Maelstrom shakes his head in mild disbelief as the fake thundercloud sweeps over him, drenching him with manufactured rain water. Maelstrom rinses the water from his black mane and watches it until it disappears off the set before he resumes speaking…..)
MAELSTROM: Ya know 'Narky, they say ya tend to mock what ya can't understand, well, I think the same can be said 'bout jealousy. Yers is wavering precariously. Why else would ya mock what I've already proven time an' time again….. that I get the job done BY MYSELF without the need of help from others. (shrugs his shoulders) Ya can try an wave it off, but the video tapes don't lie…… least not as well as YOU do 'Narky. What I'd really like to know though is how the hell ya can even think ya know what I'm 'bout when ya don't even own a clue 'bout what YER 'bout!? Ya vainly grasp at straws tryin' to tear me down in the very midst of yer own contradictions! Ya need to call 'em as they are not as you'd like them to be perceived! Me? Self-righteous? (begins laughing boisterously) I've been called many things in my day, but I gotta hand it to you…. that one's original! I've gone on record stating MANY times that I'm arrogant, selfish an' ingracious with my opponents an' tag partners alike. I won't deny it 'cuz that's WHO I am. I make no apologies for it an' if anyone has a problem with my manner…. (smiles widely) well now, as ya can see, I'm not a hard man to find.
(gets up from the bench and grasps the GLCW title in one hand while lifting the fake tree up and back into place. While still holding the fake tree up in place, he turns our way and continues speaking….)
MAELSTROM: Ya see 'Narky, I don't need to be careful of what I wish for..... (grins) I 'ready know what Anarky is all 'bout.... have for quite some time now. Funny thing 'bout contradictions 'Narky…. eventually, it unwittingly peels yet another layer off the thin veil of yer hypocrisy…….
(Maelstrom continues to hold the fake tree, until he's nearly off the set. The moment he releases it, the fake tree along with the huge fake wall background falls forward with a resounding crash, revealing some stage hands at work on some electronic equipment in the background. Maelstrom shakes his head and smiles faintly as he walks off our view, dragging the GLCW title in tow behind him…… FADE OUT…..)
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The Laughing Man
(FADEIN to a "GLCW" backdrop, where Anarky stands in full ring garb. He also has a hideously fake GLCW Heavyweight Title tied with a piece of string to his belt, half on the floor.)
ANARKY: "I know what you think... you think that I only have this title here because I'm nothing without it. BUT IT'S NOT TRUE! No sirree... I'm just using it to make you come and fight me! Nevermind the fact that you've had your title shot for months! Nevermind that Marx already had is! See, it's not insecurity! It's just like I said! It's bait!"
(He bursts out laughing, unable to control himself. He takes the fake title and throws it off camera.)
ANARKY: "Sounds pretty stupid, right, Mael? I mean, c'mon... you only carry that stupid thing around with you EVERY PLACE YOU GO because you use it as BAIT? Who are you trying to convince? The G.O.D.? Or yourself? Fact is... without that little belt around your waist, you don't know what you are. You can't go one damned interview without holding it up high for the WHOLE WORLD to see, just like you can't go one interview without talking about Manson. Marx already dared you to, and YOU COULDN'T. You couldn't go one minute without talking about him. It's no wonder, then, that he thinks he's God... because everyone ELSE'S God keeps talking about HIM.
"Of course, that's just a PIECE of your hypocrisy, right, Mael? I mean, c'mon... accusing me of underhanded means of winning a match? First of all, Mael... don't get me wrong... I don't OWE you an explanation. But because I so ENJOY making you look like the BUFFOON YOU ARE, I'll give you one.
"In exactly how many of my MATCHES did I need interference to win? Well, let's see... the Battle Royal where I won my title shot? Hm, no... or maybe it was all those singles matches where I've been undefeated. Hmmmmm... okay, well, there WAS Jared Justice, but can you honestly defend a man who threatened to LIGHT ME ON FIRE and then accuse me of treason when Manson comes to my defense?
"But you don't see The Truth, Mael. You only see your distorted version of it. You think my posse around just to knock you out? C'mon now. But I'll tell you what... I can't help but spread the joy. I mean, there's just a certain... satisfaction... I get from watching you wimper on the ground like a wounded animal. And why should I keep that joy to myself?
"But you're right, Mael. You do your own dirty work, right? I mean, the clip you showed... the one where you have me knocked out in the Mortal Sin? All you, right?"
(A buzzer goes off and he bursts out laughing again... it takes him a few moments to regain his composure.)
ANARKY: "Awww, Mael... you make this so damned easy. You can't even ADMIT that Hawk SAVED YOUR SORRY ASS. Instead, you start yelling at each other and the next thing you know, we're all subjected to the horrifying images of you getting naked? Now I've SEEN some bad chemical imbalances in my day, but YOU really BRING IT UP A NOTCH.
"Who's gonna save you next, Mael? It ain't gonna be Hawk. Who, then? No one. You'll be all by yourself. And all it takes is a whim, Mael... one whim by Manson or I, or Marx or Minion, and just like that, the guillotine comes down. Another beating... another chance to leave you in a pool of your own blood. Must feel GOOD to be THE BEST, right?
"I mean, let's face it, Mael... all you've got is that tremendous ego of yours and logical fallacies. So Marx doesn't think I can do the job himself? So what? He also thinks you're a legend. Doesn't mean it's true. Do I have to agree with everything everyone around me says? YOU of ALL PEOPLE should know that just because someone THINKS IT and SAYS IT doesn't mean IT'S TRUE.
"You think I haven't seen the videotape? So what? So you've beaten Manson. You think you were the first? And then what? A string of VERY beatable opponents. Cannonball Kidd... Stephen Morgan... even Marx. I mean, I love Marx and I think he's got GREAT potential, but let's face it... he's another year or two from being Main Event calibur and he knows it.
"You know, Mael... while we're on logical fallacies, I'll give YOU another one. By YOUR standard, I'M the better wrestler. Because you see, UNLIKE YOURSELF, I have NO losses in my singles career here. You might attribute that to interference, right? Well you need to buy a new VCR, 'cause whatever YOU'RE seeing DIDN'T HAPPEN.
"When the job needs to get DONE, I do it. And when I feel compelled to leave you crumpled in a pile of your own blood, I'll enlist WHOMEVER'S help I WANT. See, so far as I can tell, I've got the 1.000 winning percentage, whereas yours is, what... a .974? Sounds to me like I'M the better man.
"But you see... unlike you... I haven't deluded myself into thinking that I'm really a God. I know I'm fallible. I know that when I go out there, anything can happen. I don't claim to be the best. And do you know why?
"I'M SMARTER THAN YOU. I understand concepts like HUMANITY and ERROR. I understand that sometimes, the ENDS justify the MEANS. And furthermore, I understand that just because YOU and EVERYONE ELSE seem to think I can't get the job done MYSELF... doesn't mean it's TRUE.
"So you keep jabberin' away about how I'm a hypocrite. Keep makin' up stories about how I need people to do my dirty work for me. Doesn't change a damned thing, does it? I'm still coming for you. And I'm still gonna tear you down by my goddamned self.
"And then what will be left, Mael? Without that precious belt around your waist and that aura of invincibility everyone seems to think you have?
"Nothing, Mael. Just... like... me."
(FADEOUT.)
(FADEIN to a "GLCW" backdrop, where Anarky stands in full ring garb. He also has a hideously fake GLCW Heavyweight Title tied with a piece of string to his belt, half on the floor.)
ANARKY: "I know what you think... you think that I only have this title here because I'm nothing without it. BUT IT'S NOT TRUE! No sirree... I'm just using it to make you come and fight me! Nevermind the fact that you've had your title shot for months! Nevermind that Marx already had is! See, it's not insecurity! It's just like I said! It's bait!"
(He bursts out laughing, unable to control himself. He takes the fake title and throws it off camera.)
ANARKY: "Sounds pretty stupid, right, Mael? I mean, c'mon... you only carry that stupid thing around with you EVERY PLACE YOU GO because you use it as BAIT? Who are you trying to convince? The G.O.D.? Or yourself? Fact is... without that little belt around your waist, you don't know what you are. You can't go one damned interview without holding it up high for the WHOLE WORLD to see, just like you can't go one interview without talking about Manson. Marx already dared you to, and YOU COULDN'T. You couldn't go one minute without talking about him. It's no wonder, then, that he thinks he's God... because everyone ELSE'S God keeps talking about HIM.
"Of course, that's just a PIECE of your hypocrisy, right, Mael? I mean, c'mon... accusing me of underhanded means of winning a match? First of all, Mael... don't get me wrong... I don't OWE you an explanation. But because I so ENJOY making you look like the BUFFOON YOU ARE, I'll give you one.
"In exactly how many of my MATCHES did I need interference to win? Well, let's see... the Battle Royal where I won my title shot? Hm, no... or maybe it was all those singles matches where I've been undefeated. Hmmmmm... okay, well, there WAS Jared Justice, but can you honestly defend a man who threatened to LIGHT ME ON FIRE and then accuse me of treason when Manson comes to my defense?
"But you don't see The Truth, Mael. You only see your distorted version of it. You think my posse around just to knock you out? C'mon now. But I'll tell you what... I can't help but spread the joy. I mean, there's just a certain... satisfaction... I get from watching you wimper on the ground like a wounded animal. And why should I keep that joy to myself?
"But you're right, Mael. You do your own dirty work, right? I mean, the clip you showed... the one where you have me knocked out in the Mortal Sin? All you, right?"
(A buzzer goes off and he bursts out laughing again... it takes him a few moments to regain his composure.)
ANARKY: "Awww, Mael... you make this so damned easy. You can't even ADMIT that Hawk SAVED YOUR SORRY ASS. Instead, you start yelling at each other and the next thing you know, we're all subjected to the horrifying images of you getting naked? Now I've SEEN some bad chemical imbalances in my day, but YOU really BRING IT UP A NOTCH.
"Who's gonna save you next, Mael? It ain't gonna be Hawk. Who, then? No one. You'll be all by yourself. And all it takes is a whim, Mael... one whim by Manson or I, or Marx or Minion, and just like that, the guillotine comes down. Another beating... another chance to leave you in a pool of your own blood. Must feel GOOD to be THE BEST, right?
"I mean, let's face it, Mael... all you've got is that tremendous ego of yours and logical fallacies. So Marx doesn't think I can do the job himself? So what? He also thinks you're a legend. Doesn't mean it's true. Do I have to agree with everything everyone around me says? YOU of ALL PEOPLE should know that just because someone THINKS IT and SAYS IT doesn't mean IT'S TRUE.
"You think I haven't seen the videotape? So what? So you've beaten Manson. You think you were the first? And then what? A string of VERY beatable opponents. Cannonball Kidd... Stephen Morgan... even Marx. I mean, I love Marx and I think he's got GREAT potential, but let's face it... he's another year or two from being Main Event calibur and he knows it.
"You know, Mael... while we're on logical fallacies, I'll give YOU another one. By YOUR standard, I'M the better wrestler. Because you see, UNLIKE YOURSELF, I have NO losses in my singles career here. You might attribute that to interference, right? Well you need to buy a new VCR, 'cause whatever YOU'RE seeing DIDN'T HAPPEN.
"When the job needs to get DONE, I do it. And when I feel compelled to leave you crumpled in a pile of your own blood, I'll enlist WHOMEVER'S help I WANT. See, so far as I can tell, I've got the 1.000 winning percentage, whereas yours is, what... a .974? Sounds to me like I'M the better man.
"But you see... unlike you... I haven't deluded myself into thinking that I'm really a God. I know I'm fallible. I know that when I go out there, anything can happen. I don't claim to be the best. And do you know why?
"I'M SMARTER THAN YOU. I understand concepts like HUMANITY and ERROR. I understand that sometimes, the ENDS justify the MEANS. And furthermore, I understand that just because YOU and EVERYONE ELSE seem to think I can't get the job done MYSELF... doesn't mean it's TRUE.
"So you keep jabberin' away about how I'm a hypocrite. Keep makin' up stories about how I need people to do my dirty work for me. Doesn't change a damned thing, does it? I'm still coming for you. And I'm still gonna tear you down by my goddamned self.
"And then what will be left, Mael? Without that precious belt around your waist and that aura of invincibility everyone seems to think you have?
"Nothing, Mael. Just... like... me."
(FADEOUT.)
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The Laughed-At-Man
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-03 AT 04:34 PM (EST)](FADE IN:..... the same GLCW backdrop where Anarky was just "performing" again. Off to the side in the distance, we see a man who bears a striking resemblance to Anarky, pick up a fake GLCW title held together by a string. He then looks at it longingly and with what appears to be a teardrop coursing down his face, he hugs the belt tightly to his chest and sighs heavily right before he drops his head forlongingly and walks away. It's at this moment that we begin to hear muffled laughter, right before Maelstrom appears, of course dragging the GLCW title in tow behind him.....)
MAELSTROM: My, my, my 'Narky. Have I struck a nerve? Ya seem to be a bit agitated not to mention long-winded in yer rationalizations. (grins maliciously) But of course, just like the guy who can't chew gum an' walk at the same time, ya just can't cut an interview without contradictin' yerself. Ya wanna know just when ya needed help winning a match?
(puts a hand to his chin and feigns pondering)
MAELSTROM: Well how 'bout that match YOU brought up? The one that made ya the #1 contender to this!
(raises the GLCW title in the air for emphasis)
MAELSTROM: Or have ya conveniently forgotten how I was there for a bit of revenge on YER GOD Manson.... a revenge I might add, that distracted him long enough to ALLOW ya to get that victory ya brag so much 'bout! Ironic, how the one match ya choose to use as yer sellin' point just sold ya out! As for my mentionin' of Manson? (shrugs his shoulders) No bet lost there son.... see, as ya conveniently left out.... I had agreed to NOT mention (does the finger quote thingie) "the man who shall not be named" ONLY if he were to refrain from referrin' to me in HIS promos..... somethin' which he OBVIOUSLY is incapable of doin' since he can't seem to get over the fact that I've humbled his a$$ not once.... but TWICE in title-defense situations! Who knows, maybe his inability to beat me is the reason for his obsession. What perplexes me even more though, is what's the reason for YER obsession with me? I mean, you've taken great pains to blindside me whenever possible, an' I'd like to add, more often than not with the rest of yer cowardly posse.
(smiles)
MAELSTROM: Guys like Minion, Marx, an' (does the quote thingie sign again) "the man who shall not be named". Guys who've I've beaten every time I've met them in singles competition. I suppose, maybe ya should consider changin' the name of yer group from G.O.D. to maybe S.O.S. An' despite the obvious direction I'm alludin' to with that acronym, for MY personal purpose, it'll stand for Servants Of Sin.... of course referrin' to the servile manner in which ya'll succumbed to the MORTAL SIN! But of course you'll scoff that hollow laugh again. Makin' sexual innuendos for lack of anythin' substantial to say, makin' insecure claims of bein' smarter than me an' such, come to think of it, I believe (does the finger quote thingie) "the man who shall not be named" made the EXACT same claim yet he's 0-2 'gainst me. Tendencies of people in denial I suppose.
(winks)
MAELSTROM: An' while ya haven't deluded yerself into believin' yer a god, ya certainly are playin' the part of subservience quite well. Lets face it 'Narky, while ya may wanna brag 'bout bein' at 100%, it's a "virtual" 100%! Doesn't really exist! Ya can't seem to get the job done using SOLEY yer abilities.... you an' yer posse have 'ready admitted that much!
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Out of ALL of us involved here, me, you an' yer cowardly posse.... I'm the ONLY one who can truly say that I've gotten where I am BY MYSELF! Can YOU guys say that? (nods his head sarcastically from side to side) If ya do, then yer provin' yerself to be a LIAR as well as a HYPOCRITE!
(Turns to leave and as just as he's almost off our screen he stops and faces us again)
MAELSTROM: Oh an' by the way, I'm not surprised ya conveniently sidestepped tryin' to explain yer contradictions like I dared ya to..... (smiles) sucks when ya get caught double-talkin' eh? (breaks out laughing) An' just so ya don't misinterpret this also, I'm not laughin' with ya.... I'm laughin AT ya!
(with a malicious grin on his face he walks off the set.... the echoes of his laughter growing in intensity as we.... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-03 AT 04:34 PM (EST)](FADE IN:..... the same GLCW backdrop where Anarky was just "performing" again. Off to the side in the distance, we see a man who bears a striking resemblance to Anarky, pick up a fake GLCW title held together by a string. He then looks at it longingly and with what appears to be a teardrop coursing down his face, he hugs the belt tightly to his chest and sighs heavily right before he drops his head forlongingly and walks away. It's at this moment that we begin to hear muffled laughter, right before Maelstrom appears, of course dragging the GLCW title in tow behind him.....)
MAELSTROM: My, my, my 'Narky. Have I struck a nerve? Ya seem to be a bit agitated not to mention long-winded in yer rationalizations. (grins maliciously) But of course, just like the guy who can't chew gum an' walk at the same time, ya just can't cut an interview without contradictin' yerself. Ya wanna know just when ya needed help winning a match?
(puts a hand to his chin and feigns pondering)
MAELSTROM: Well how 'bout that match YOU brought up? The one that made ya the #1 contender to this!
(raises the GLCW title in the air for emphasis)
MAELSTROM: Or have ya conveniently forgotten how I was there for a bit of revenge on YER GOD Manson.... a revenge I might add, that distracted him long enough to ALLOW ya to get that victory ya brag so much 'bout! Ironic, how the one match ya choose to use as yer sellin' point just sold ya out! As for my mentionin' of Manson? (shrugs his shoulders) No bet lost there son.... see, as ya conveniently left out.... I had agreed to NOT mention (does the finger quote thingie) "the man who shall not be named" ONLY if he were to refrain from referrin' to me in HIS promos..... somethin' which he OBVIOUSLY is incapable of doin' since he can't seem to get over the fact that I've humbled his a$$ not once.... but TWICE in title-defense situations! Who knows, maybe his inability to beat me is the reason for his obsession. What perplexes me even more though, is what's the reason for YER obsession with me? I mean, you've taken great pains to blindside me whenever possible, an' I'd like to add, more often than not with the rest of yer cowardly posse.
(smiles)
MAELSTROM: Guys like Minion, Marx, an' (does the quote thingie sign again) "the man who shall not be named". Guys who've I've beaten every time I've met them in singles competition. I suppose, maybe ya should consider changin' the name of yer group from G.O.D. to maybe S.O.S. An' despite the obvious direction I'm alludin' to with that acronym, for MY personal purpose, it'll stand for Servants Of Sin.... of course referrin' to the servile manner in which ya'll succumbed to the MORTAL SIN! But of course you'll scoff that hollow laugh again. Makin' sexual innuendos for lack of anythin' substantial to say, makin' insecure claims of bein' smarter than me an' such, come to think of it, I believe (does the finger quote thingie) "the man who shall not be named" made the EXACT same claim yet he's 0-2 'gainst me. Tendencies of people in denial I suppose.
(winks)
MAELSTROM: An' while ya haven't deluded yerself into believin' yer a god, ya certainly are playin' the part of subservience quite well. Lets face it 'Narky, while ya may wanna brag 'bout bein' at 100%, it's a "virtual" 100%! Doesn't really exist! Ya can't seem to get the job done using SOLEY yer abilities.... you an' yer posse have 'ready admitted that much!
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Out of ALL of us involved here, me, you an' yer cowardly posse.... I'm the ONLY one who can truly say that I've gotten where I am BY MYSELF! Can YOU guys say that? (nods his head sarcastically from side to side) If ya do, then yer provin' yerself to be a LIAR as well as a HYPOCRITE!
(Turns to leave and as just as he's almost off our screen he stops and faces us again)
MAELSTROM: Oh an' by the way, I'm not surprised ya conveniently sidestepped tryin' to explain yer contradictions like I dared ya to..... (smiles) sucks when ya get caught double-talkin' eh? (breaks out laughing) An' just so ya don't misinterpret this also, I'm not laughin' with ya.... I'm laughin AT ya!
(with a malicious grin on his face he walks off the set.... the echoes of his laughter growing in intensity as we.... FADE OUT....)
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The Next Level
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-03 AT 07:47 PM (EST)](FADEIN to what appears to be a private movie theater. Loud clapping can be heard as Maelstrom's latest promo finishes airing. Anarky is the obvious source of clapping, and he can't help but laugh heartily for a long time. Finally, after wiping away his eyes, he speaks.)
ANARKY: "Wow. I mean, really, Mael... wow. Just when I think... that there is NO POSSIBLE WAY you could go out and appear to be any more stupid than you already have... you go and prove me wrong. I mean, really... do you even listen to yourself speak? Seriously. You should try it.
"Now... before I even go ahead and address all your points... one thing really stood out.
"Your entire point... is that YOU... are better than me. And the BASIS... for this point... is that, unlike myself, YOU don't need interference in order to win. Now, I can forget that your win over Morgan DEFINITELY had a bit of distraction from myself and Manson. After all, I wouldn't want to make you look... STUPID... would I?
"Let me continue. So... what you're saying... is that you're better than me... because I didn't win ALL of my matches cleanly... which, I might add, you haven't either. And the REASON... that I haven't won cleanly... is because YOU... interfered... in MY match.
"I'm going to repeat that. YOU are better than ME because YOU don't need HELP winning YOUR matches, and *I* do because YOU interfered in MY match... and SOMEHOW, this is MY fault."
(He bursts out laughing, unable to control himself. It takes him a nice, long while in order to gain composure again.)
ANARKY: "So all I have to do, according to your logic, is interfere... on YOUR behalf... and you can never talk about how you get the job done yourself? That's it? You'll shut up about it forever?
"So how are you gonna get out of that one, Mael? Oh, right... you'll probably ignore it, just like you did when I called you out on the fact that Hawk saved your ass. Or the fact that Marx's opinion differs from mine, and that just because everyone ELSE seems to think something doesn't necessarily make it true. After all, why address a point that might actually make sense?
"Nah... you'll probably go ahead and, ONCE AGAIN, tell me how you've beaten MY GOD in two matches. Well, I hate to break it to you, Mael, but Manson isn't MY God. I'M not obssessed with him. I simply used him to illustrate a larger point... one which you, of course, were unable to grasp. The G.O.D. has a mission bigger than you or I, Mael... and I don't need to explain it to you.
"You think I'm long-winded, Mael? Well I'm sorry it takes me about an hour to cut through the neverending steam of crap that seems to spew from your mouth so effortlessly. But again, seeing as how I'm suddenly responsible for YOUR actions, I guess it's MY fault, right?
"But let's cut through the <BLEEP>, shall we? You wanna know why I hate you? Simple. You are everything wrong with this sport today. You are a facade... an illusion. And yet... YOU... are the best the GLCW has to offer? A man who publically disrobes and then complains when people imply his homosexuality? A man who claims he's never needed help when, in fact, he has? A man who pays people to dress like his opponents in order to make them look bad? A man who tries to prove points with other people's opinions?
"Yeah, you're right, Mael... I'm the hypocrite. I'm the one contradicting and fronting. So just answer me one question. If I'm a liar and a hypocrite...
"... what does that make you?"
(FADEOUT.)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-03 AT 07:47 PM (EST)](FADEIN to what appears to be a private movie theater. Loud clapping can be heard as Maelstrom's latest promo finishes airing. Anarky is the obvious source of clapping, and he can't help but laugh heartily for a long time. Finally, after wiping away his eyes, he speaks.)
ANARKY: "Wow. I mean, really, Mael... wow. Just when I think... that there is NO POSSIBLE WAY you could go out and appear to be any more stupid than you already have... you go and prove me wrong. I mean, really... do you even listen to yourself speak? Seriously. You should try it.
"Now... before I even go ahead and address all your points... one thing really stood out.
"Your entire point... is that YOU... are better than me. And the BASIS... for this point... is that, unlike myself, YOU don't need interference in order to win. Now, I can forget that your win over Morgan DEFINITELY had a bit of distraction from myself and Manson. After all, I wouldn't want to make you look... STUPID... would I?
"Let me continue. So... what you're saying... is that you're better than me... because I didn't win ALL of my matches cleanly... which, I might add, you haven't either. And the REASON... that I haven't won cleanly... is because YOU... interfered... in MY match.
"I'm going to repeat that. YOU are better than ME because YOU don't need HELP winning YOUR matches, and *I* do because YOU interfered in MY match... and SOMEHOW, this is MY fault."
(He bursts out laughing, unable to control himself. It takes him a nice, long while in order to gain composure again.)
ANARKY: "So all I have to do, according to your logic, is interfere... on YOUR behalf... and you can never talk about how you get the job done yourself? That's it? You'll shut up about it forever?
"So how are you gonna get out of that one, Mael? Oh, right... you'll probably ignore it, just like you did when I called you out on the fact that Hawk saved your ass. Or the fact that Marx's opinion differs from mine, and that just because everyone ELSE seems to think something doesn't necessarily make it true. After all, why address a point that might actually make sense?
"Nah... you'll probably go ahead and, ONCE AGAIN, tell me how you've beaten MY GOD in two matches. Well, I hate to break it to you, Mael, but Manson isn't MY God. I'M not obssessed with him. I simply used him to illustrate a larger point... one which you, of course, were unable to grasp. The G.O.D. has a mission bigger than you or I, Mael... and I don't need to explain it to you.
"You think I'm long-winded, Mael? Well I'm sorry it takes me about an hour to cut through the neverending steam of crap that seems to spew from your mouth so effortlessly. But again, seeing as how I'm suddenly responsible for YOUR actions, I guess it's MY fault, right?
"But let's cut through the <BLEEP>, shall we? You wanna know why I hate you? Simple. You are everything wrong with this sport today. You are a facade... an illusion. And yet... YOU... are the best the GLCW has to offer? A man who publically disrobes and then complains when people imply his homosexuality? A man who claims he's never needed help when, in fact, he has? A man who pays people to dress like his opponents in order to make them look bad? A man who tries to prove points with other people's opinions?
"Yeah, you're right, Mael... I'm the hypocrite. I'm the one contradicting and fronting. So just answer me one question. If I'm a liar and a hypocrite...
"... what does that make you?"
(FADEOUT.)
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JLebron
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The next level beyond yer reach
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-03 AT 09:36 PM (EST)](FADE IN:... to a black screen with a single sentence materializing in white....
[blockquote] What does that make me? [/blockquote]
That soon fades as we....
CUTTO:.... a solid black background with a lone spotlight beginning to illuminate its center until we find ourselves staring at Maelstrom sitting on a stool. He's still shrouded by the darkness, but we can still make out the mischievious sneer upon his lips as he begins to speak....)
MAELSTROM: .... so ya wanna know what I am if yer the liar an' hypocrite 'Narky? I'm surprised ya would ask such a question since by all accounts.... ya claim to know WHAT I am.
(the spot light dims on him until everything is black, moments later another sentence materializes upon the screen....
[blockquote] imperceptions, distortions and distractions [/blockquote]
That soon fades away as well, returning us to our previous dimly lit view of Maelstrom on the stool.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya know 'Narky, I would expect more from someone who professes to be my intellectual superior. (shakes his head disparagingly) I mean, ya claim I try to prove my points with other peoples opinions? (gives a mock look of disbelief) Since when are video tapes considered OPINION 'Narky? I've used FACTS to prove my points an' just to throw some irony into the mix, opinions from YER OWN posse buddies to further support my claims. So why dontcha stop manure-facturin' crap 'cuz the stench is overwhelming.
(momentarily fans his hand in front of his nose)
MAELSTROM: Now ya speak of MY needin' help to win MY matches? An' actually have the audacity to bring up Morgan? (chuckles to himself) I know contradictions weigh heavy on ya, but I didn't think they'd make ya obtuse as well?! First off, Morgan set his plot to cheat in motion... not me! Secondly, his plot backfired 'cuz his accomplices words an' promises were hollow..... of course I'm referrin' to you an' yer GOD. My win over Morgan was NOT as a result of yer help, but more of a result of Morgan's plan to cheat backfirin'. He depended on the undependable. As for yer win for the #1 contender's match.... ya won as a direct result of my interference. An' while I stated earlier that that was prompted outta revenge... it was also prompted as insurance...... to insure that YOU would meet ME at the PPV. I'm bored with beatin' yer GOD's a$$.... (smiles) It's been done to death 'ready. You on the other hand, it'll be a pleasure to trap ya in the ring an' expose ya as the true hypocrite ya are just as I did yer GOD.....
(the spotlight dims once again on Maelstrom until all is black, moments later words in white begin to materialize....
[blockquote] ignorance has nowhere to hide [/blockquote]
that soon fades, returning us again to the dimly lit room, where we find Maelstrom on the stool....)
MAELSTROM: Ironic how ya claim I didn't respond to yer claim of Goldie savin' my a$$, particularly when I've since responded to that very same opinion from someone else. The irony behind it is that here ya are accusin' me of evadin' yer questions, when I'm still waitin' on ya to explain YER CONTRADICTIONS! But ya know what, I feel generous, what with yer obvious lack in acuity an' all. So, just for yer benefit, I'll respond to that question... YET AGAIN! Goldie came down an' interferred on his own accord, an' whether or not his presence would have changed the end result in this match is NOT the issue. The issue here is that I DIDN'T conspire with him to achieve my means.... unlike YOU DO! He came down with his OWN agenda in mind... UNINVITED! An' as I told him, I'll also tell you, I didn't ask for his help nor did I need it. Ya see, the problem ISN'T that he helped me, but rather yer embarrassment at failin'... YET AGAIN in yer cowardly plots. I mean it's bad enough all of yer lil' posse can't get the job done alone 'gainst me, now ya can't even get it done collectively! Pretty pathetic if ya ask me. But not to stray from the original point.... I defeated Marx WITHOUT Goldie's help for one simple reason... the match was between ME an' MARX... NOT you or yer GOD or Minion or Goldie! Considerin' any outside involvement in the equation simply goes to further prove my statements that NONE OF YA can get the job done 'gainst me by yerselves! No matter how hard ya try, ya can't hide from ya really are....
(the screen fades out to black... returning with the same question posed in the beginning of this segment, materializing words of ......
[blockquote] What does that make me? [/blockquote]
MAELSTROM: Ha, ya thought I wasn't gonna answer that one eh? (winks) Well, I actually considered ignorin' yer question 'cuz it's an obvious attempt to divert attention away from what we've proven YOU are, but then I realized that if I didn't answer ya, you'd go on yet another contrived rant 'bout how I'm avoidin' answerin' ya. So simply put.....I'm the reality that ya can't cope with.... the next level beyond yer reach....
(the spotlight dims once more, for the last time as we... FADE OUT...)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-03 AT 09:36 PM (EST)](FADE IN:... to a black screen with a single sentence materializing in white....
[blockquote] What does that make me? [/blockquote]
That soon fades as we....
CUTTO:.... a solid black background with a lone spotlight beginning to illuminate its center until we find ourselves staring at Maelstrom sitting on a stool. He's still shrouded by the darkness, but we can still make out the mischievious sneer upon his lips as he begins to speak....)
MAELSTROM: .... so ya wanna know what I am if yer the liar an' hypocrite 'Narky? I'm surprised ya would ask such a question since by all accounts.... ya claim to know WHAT I am.
(the spot light dims on him until everything is black, moments later another sentence materializes upon the screen....
[blockquote] imperceptions, distortions and distractions [/blockquote]
That soon fades away as well, returning us to our previous dimly lit view of Maelstrom on the stool.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya know 'Narky, I would expect more from someone who professes to be my intellectual superior. (shakes his head disparagingly) I mean, ya claim I try to prove my points with other peoples opinions? (gives a mock look of disbelief) Since when are video tapes considered OPINION 'Narky? I've used FACTS to prove my points an' just to throw some irony into the mix, opinions from YER OWN posse buddies to further support my claims. So why dontcha stop manure-facturin' crap 'cuz the stench is overwhelming.
(momentarily fans his hand in front of his nose)
MAELSTROM: Now ya speak of MY needin' help to win MY matches? An' actually have the audacity to bring up Morgan? (chuckles to himself) I know contradictions weigh heavy on ya, but I didn't think they'd make ya obtuse as well?! First off, Morgan set his plot to cheat in motion... not me! Secondly, his plot backfired 'cuz his accomplices words an' promises were hollow..... of course I'm referrin' to you an' yer GOD. My win over Morgan was NOT as a result of yer help, but more of a result of Morgan's plan to cheat backfirin'. He depended on the undependable. As for yer win for the #1 contender's match.... ya won as a direct result of my interference. An' while I stated earlier that that was prompted outta revenge... it was also prompted as insurance...... to insure that YOU would meet ME at the PPV. I'm bored with beatin' yer GOD's a$$.... (smiles) It's been done to death 'ready. You on the other hand, it'll be a pleasure to trap ya in the ring an' expose ya as the true hypocrite ya are just as I did yer GOD.....
(the spotlight dims once again on Maelstrom until all is black, moments later words in white begin to materialize....
[blockquote] ignorance has nowhere to hide [/blockquote]
that soon fades, returning us again to the dimly lit room, where we find Maelstrom on the stool....)
MAELSTROM: Ironic how ya claim I didn't respond to yer claim of Goldie savin' my a$$, particularly when I've since responded to that very same opinion from someone else. The irony behind it is that here ya are accusin' me of evadin' yer questions, when I'm still waitin' on ya to explain YER CONTRADICTIONS! But ya know what, I feel generous, what with yer obvious lack in acuity an' all. So, just for yer benefit, I'll respond to that question... YET AGAIN! Goldie came down an' interferred on his own accord, an' whether or not his presence would have changed the end result in this match is NOT the issue. The issue here is that I DIDN'T conspire with him to achieve my means.... unlike YOU DO! He came down with his OWN agenda in mind... UNINVITED! An' as I told him, I'll also tell you, I didn't ask for his help nor did I need it. Ya see, the problem ISN'T that he helped me, but rather yer embarrassment at failin'... YET AGAIN in yer cowardly plots. I mean it's bad enough all of yer lil' posse can't get the job done alone 'gainst me, now ya can't even get it done collectively! Pretty pathetic if ya ask me. But not to stray from the original point.... I defeated Marx WITHOUT Goldie's help for one simple reason... the match was between ME an' MARX... NOT you or yer GOD or Minion or Goldie! Considerin' any outside involvement in the equation simply goes to further prove my statements that NONE OF YA can get the job done 'gainst me by yerselves! No matter how hard ya try, ya can't hide from ya really are....
(the screen fades out to black... returning with the same question posed in the beginning of this segment, materializing words of ......
[blockquote] What does that make me? [/blockquote]
MAELSTROM: Ha, ya thought I wasn't gonna answer that one eh? (winks) Well, I actually considered ignorin' yer question 'cuz it's an obvious attempt to divert attention away from what we've proven YOU are, but then I realized that if I didn't answer ya, you'd go on yet another contrived rant 'bout how I'm avoidin' answerin' ya. So simply put.....I'm the reality that ya can't cope with.... the next level beyond yer reach....
(the spotlight dims once more, for the last time as we... FADE OUT...)
JC
League Member
Parodical caricatures...
(As we begin to focus in on Dakota, we can hear “For whom the bells toll” blaring out from a boom box, mixing in with the chatter of people as they walk by… When we are completely focused, we are in a park, children playing, people walking their dogs while others embellish in the company of each other and yet others indulge in sports activities… Dakota sits on one of the park’s bench, watching all this activity… )
DAKOTA: You bring up some valid points Anarky; you’re right, I am “only” here because of my name!!! And you’re also right about my win and loss record, it’s pathetic!!! (Laughs) But yet here I am once again in the MAIN EVENT; go figure… And here you are, a man with your credentials having to crawl and scratch your way out of the basement, sure you came with a very impressive resume to the GLCW… I’ll be the first to admit that you were one of the all time greats, keyword there Anarky being “WERE”!!! I can also understand why you want to vomit every time you hear just how powerful and intimidating all the Pandorians are, it must really turn your stomach every time, ain’t that right Anarky!? Hell I would go through conniption fits if I were you, having to live with the fact that you were never able to beat any of them, is bad enough… And now they throw you in to face an individual who has been born with a silver spoon in his mouth when it comes to the business… You want to know why that rule you mentioned doesn’t apply to me “Nark”!? (Laughs) Do I have to draw you a picture, you claim to me a smart man, figure it out… And I know that it burns you up, to see me just Bogard my way to main events and all and what makes it worst is that neither YOU or anyone else can do a damn thing about it… Talk is cheap Anarky, and you have cheapened it even more by talking all that crap; get a clue dude, you’re confused and in the interim not only are you showing us just how lost you are, but you have shown an ignorant side also… Or could it be fear that has you talking so damn incoherently…
(Paces back and forth, smirking all the time as he playfully rubs his chin… A trace of sarcasm can be heard in his tone…)
DAKOTA: Do you seriously think that I give a rat’s ass about anything you say!? Projecting your anger and frustrations towards me reveals the chinks in your armor Anarky, think Anarky, why would you, a so-called veteran and all time great come out and just dump on a young inexperienced person as myself, unless doubts dwelled in that diseased brain of yours… Yea that has to be it; you look back at your past record and see that there are some dark marks and history appears to get ready to repeat itself where it concerns you and us… I would watch how you talk to me Anarky, the last thing you want is to get on my bad side; no my little amigo, you don’t want to do that, you don’t need that, trust me dude; what you need to do is redirect that hostility into a more positive form of energy… An energy that will help you at least survive Peoria, and maybe, just maybe leave enough of you intact so you can have your title shot… Don’t go around writing checks your ass will not be able to cash dude… You need to take a few steps back and realize that you aren’t all that Anarky, maybe at one time a long ways back you were, but this isn’t the 19th century any longer, this is the 21st and the names on the wall have changed… Your mind may be willing, but you need to face facts amigo, your tank has been running on empty for quite some time now, you’re running on nothing more than fumes… The only consolation you have is that you’re not alone, quite a few of you old farts lingering about, trying to reminisce on your old glory days… Now as far as this “G.O.D thing goes… (Laughs) That’s a big joke dude, here you have two old guys, 1 semi-young guy and then you have a young guy, all feeding off each other, dignity my “A$$”!!! You have no dignity Anarky you lost that a long time ago… The only bond you and Johnny boy have is one of convenience, which is all well and good; only don’t think that it’ll be of any help at Peoria… No Anarky at Peoria you are going to be forced to depend on nothing but your basic survival instincts; and that’s a given dude, you’re taking a few things for granted, lashing out at the wrong person and for that you’re going to pay dearly… You and Johnny have forced my hand, I wave an olive branch at you and all you do is spit in my face and insult me, Johnny on the other hand continues to be a jerk off… Both traveling on parallel paths but yet heading for the same graveyard… I may have stumbled a bit in the beginning Anarky, but Peoria starts a new era, it’s just too bad that you will become a casualty of it, think of it as collateral damage after the night is over and you might not feel so bad… You need to stay focused Anarky, that remark I made about the “sins of my father” was directed at Mael and I made that perfectly clear; (Laughs and shakes his head) you talk a lot of crap Anarky, “excuses”!? What the hell are you talking about Anarky; I wasn’t and haven’t made any excuses for my disastrous outcome in my last two outings, I lost plain and simple… I blinked and I paid the price, I made that plain and perfectly clear also Anarky, so I ask you what freaking excuses are you referring to!? You had me rolling with one comment you made dude, it was this one here, “I'd think that with a family name like yours, the LAST thing you'd need is to sound MORE amateurish."… What’s so damn amateurish about my family name “Anarky”!? Face it man, you’re drowning and are depending on the wrong person to throw you a life preserver… Want to lash out some more Anarky, have any other crap you want to project on me!? Well enjoy it while you can, Peoria is but a short ways away and I am a patient man, I can wait… It will make kicking your ass all that more rewarding … It doesn’t make any different whether it’s two on two, three on one, your ass is mine… Question is who’s ass will get handed to him first… YOU or Johnny… It doesn’t matter Anarky, because you are both going down hard at Peoria…
(Fade to black…)
(As we begin to focus in on Dakota, we can hear “For whom the bells toll” blaring out from a boom box, mixing in with the chatter of people as they walk by… When we are completely focused, we are in a park, children playing, people walking their dogs while others embellish in the company of each other and yet others indulge in sports activities… Dakota sits on one of the park’s bench, watching all this activity… )
DAKOTA: You bring up some valid points Anarky; you’re right, I am “only” here because of my name!!! And you’re also right about my win and loss record, it’s pathetic!!! (Laughs) But yet here I am once again in the MAIN EVENT; go figure… And here you are, a man with your credentials having to crawl and scratch your way out of the basement, sure you came with a very impressive resume to the GLCW… I’ll be the first to admit that you were one of the all time greats, keyword there Anarky being “WERE”!!! I can also understand why you want to vomit every time you hear just how powerful and intimidating all the Pandorians are, it must really turn your stomach every time, ain’t that right Anarky!? Hell I would go through conniption fits if I were you, having to live with the fact that you were never able to beat any of them, is bad enough… And now they throw you in to face an individual who has been born with a silver spoon in his mouth when it comes to the business… You want to know why that rule you mentioned doesn’t apply to me “Nark”!? (Laughs) Do I have to draw you a picture, you claim to me a smart man, figure it out… And I know that it burns you up, to see me just Bogard my way to main events and all and what makes it worst is that neither YOU or anyone else can do a damn thing about it… Talk is cheap Anarky, and you have cheapened it even more by talking all that crap; get a clue dude, you’re confused and in the interim not only are you showing us just how lost you are, but you have shown an ignorant side also… Or could it be fear that has you talking so damn incoherently…
(Paces back and forth, smirking all the time as he playfully rubs his chin… A trace of sarcasm can be heard in his tone…)
DAKOTA: Do you seriously think that I give a rat’s ass about anything you say!? Projecting your anger and frustrations towards me reveals the chinks in your armor Anarky, think Anarky, why would you, a so-called veteran and all time great come out and just dump on a young inexperienced person as myself, unless doubts dwelled in that diseased brain of yours… Yea that has to be it; you look back at your past record and see that there are some dark marks and history appears to get ready to repeat itself where it concerns you and us… I would watch how you talk to me Anarky, the last thing you want is to get on my bad side; no my little amigo, you don’t want to do that, you don’t need that, trust me dude; what you need to do is redirect that hostility into a more positive form of energy… An energy that will help you at least survive Peoria, and maybe, just maybe leave enough of you intact so you can have your title shot… Don’t go around writing checks your ass will not be able to cash dude… You need to take a few steps back and realize that you aren’t all that Anarky, maybe at one time a long ways back you were, but this isn’t the 19th century any longer, this is the 21st and the names on the wall have changed… Your mind may be willing, but you need to face facts amigo, your tank has been running on empty for quite some time now, you’re running on nothing more than fumes… The only consolation you have is that you’re not alone, quite a few of you old farts lingering about, trying to reminisce on your old glory days… Now as far as this “G.O.D thing goes… (Laughs) That’s a big joke dude, here you have two old guys, 1 semi-young guy and then you have a young guy, all feeding off each other, dignity my “A$$”!!! You have no dignity Anarky you lost that a long time ago… The only bond you and Johnny boy have is one of convenience, which is all well and good; only don’t think that it’ll be of any help at Peoria… No Anarky at Peoria you are going to be forced to depend on nothing but your basic survival instincts; and that’s a given dude, you’re taking a few things for granted, lashing out at the wrong person and for that you’re going to pay dearly… You and Johnny have forced my hand, I wave an olive branch at you and all you do is spit in my face and insult me, Johnny on the other hand continues to be a jerk off… Both traveling on parallel paths but yet heading for the same graveyard… I may have stumbled a bit in the beginning Anarky, but Peoria starts a new era, it’s just too bad that you will become a casualty of it, think of it as collateral damage after the night is over and you might not feel so bad… You need to stay focused Anarky, that remark I made about the “sins of my father” was directed at Mael and I made that perfectly clear; (Laughs and shakes his head) you talk a lot of crap Anarky, “excuses”!? What the hell are you talking about Anarky; I wasn’t and haven’t made any excuses for my disastrous outcome in my last two outings, I lost plain and simple… I blinked and I paid the price, I made that plain and perfectly clear also Anarky, so I ask you what freaking excuses are you referring to!? You had me rolling with one comment you made dude, it was this one here, “I'd think that with a family name like yours, the LAST thing you'd need is to sound MORE amateurish."… What’s so damn amateurish about my family name “Anarky”!? Face it man, you’re drowning and are depending on the wrong person to throw you a life preserver… Want to lash out some more Anarky, have any other crap you want to project on me!? Well enjoy it while you can, Peoria is but a short ways away and I am a patient man, I can wait… It will make kicking your ass all that more rewarding … It doesn’t make any different whether it’s two on two, three on one, your ass is mine… Question is who’s ass will get handed to him first… YOU or Johnny… It doesn’t matter Anarky, because you are both going down hard at Peoria…
(Fade to black…)
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Behind the Curtain
(FADEIN to the nightclub we have seen a few times before in some of Anarky's promos, and this time is no different, as he stands on the catwalk above the crowds below. "Just One Fix" by Ministry plays in the background, and the crowd seems to move and shift almost organically... as if the entire crowd was a living, breathing thing. Anarky simply watches from above, no obvious emotion on his face.)
ANARKY: "Before you begin... just look. Look down at them. They are living in a strange rhythmn. They move and sway to what they feel... they breathe the music and the atmosphere. What they do... is more pure than anything I have ever touched. I envy them. Really, I do.
"For I am a monster in disguise as a man. Oh, I have flesh and blood, and I can shake your hand and smile... but that's it. No soul to speak of. I know not of any morals or justice. Or of abstract ideas like champions or losers. Each man makes his own Truth. Each man carries it with him, like a badge.
"Is this falling on deaf ears? I think so, Dakota. You'll probably tell me that my bull<BLEEP> philosophy has no place here. Maybe you're right. Maybe you're all right. Maybe the Pandorians have all the Truth and I am a coward and a fraud and a liar.
"You see, you have gone and attacked my pride... because it is in your nature to reach for the jugular. You think you can wound me with references to black marks. I don't blame you, Dakota. Really.
"But you see... I have no illusions about my own perfection. Unlike your God's Gift teammate... I know I'm fallible. I never claimed to be unbeatable or undefeated. I didn't start talking about my record to impress you. I simply stated... The Truth. That your name had gotten you there. All I wanted you to do was admit it. Doesn't necessarily mean a damned thing. You should know that.
"But then you start threatening me... you start to tell me that I don't want to SEE you mad. No way, DUDE... that would just be a bad idea. All this coming from a man who was oh-so-recently humbled by my teammate. A man, unlike you, who does not waver in his beliefs. A man who doesn't offer up childish excuses like... I BLINKED... instead of admitting The Truth... that you were simply outclassed.
"You're right on one count, Dakota. I'm all washed up. Have been for years. I'm about 63 right now... hell, I could quit this business and go on social security, right? I've been washed up for ten years. I was washed up before I began. You and everyone else just keep reminding me. And I'll keep fighting. No matter. All the more amusing when someone washed up... shows you just how dangerous he can be."
(He stops and takes a few drags, finishing his cigarette. He flicks it down onto the ground with no consideration for where it lands. The strobe lights blink rapidly on and off, and he simply sits there for a few moments before speaking again.)
ANARKY: "Maelstrom... what am I going to do with you. Long I have waited. And I knew what I wanted to say. But why should I say it? Clearly, you are so consumed with your own immortality... I mean, we do not deserve to be in your presence. Oh, I know you'd never come out and admit how unbeatable you truly are... not so easily. But I've been watching you. And every man you've met... you've treated the same. Strong or smart or determined as they may be, they are no match for The Great And Almighty Maelstrom.
"You are a fool, Maelstrom. Not because I say so, or because I need to feel good about my own intellect. No, Mael... I have nothing to gain by calling you a fool. I already know it's true, and so does most of the GLCW. One only need to listen to you speak for a few minutes before holes begin opening in your argument. Your entire... bull<BLEEP> reasoning... it's nonsense, Mael. You say you used the videotape as proof? Of what? Your own hypocrisy?
"Yeah, let's take a look, Mael. What was it you said to me? About how interference during your match with Morgan didn't count? And why not? Oh, right... because it wasn't YOUR fault. It's not like YOU decided to have US interfere. So we cannot hold you responsible, correct? I mean, it's not YOUR fault his plan backfired.
"Yet then YOU bring up the Battle Royal... AGAIN. And why? Was it MY fault that YOU interfered in my match? Did I call you and beg you for help against Manson? Did I look scared? No, Mael. You came on your OWN accord. YOU had YOUR agenda. Yet somehow, this reflects upon my own incompetence.
"So what you're trying to say... is that it's okay when interfence goes YOUR way when you didn't plan it, but it's NOT okay when it goes MY way when I didn't plan it. YOU simply reaped the rewards of Morgan's own incompetence. But *I* couldn't win without help.
"But I'm the hypocrite, Mael? Please. Go buy a mirror. You're nothing but a fraud. You twist arguments as you choose because you have to. You know I'm speaking the Truth. You know I would've gotten here with or without the G.O.D. And do you know why? Because the videotape doesn't lie. I never asked the G.O.D. to interfere on my behalf, the they have respected those wishes. Is that so hard to understand, Mael? Am I speaking to a brick wall?
"Which leads me back to the beginning, Mael. Why do I even bother? You don't listen. You only hear what you want to hear. Despite years of always telling people how I worship no God... how I never bow to anyone... you just can't shutup about how Manson is my God. Did I say that? No. But you've got to put the words in my mouth, because otherwise, people will see you for the fraud you are. People will know the Truth.
"But the Truth is coming, Mael, whether you like it or not. You may not like our way of doing things... and you may call us cowards all day and night. We have no pride to wound, Mael. We will simply carve a path through the GLCW... as is our destiny... and all your bull<BLEEP> faulty logic and reasoning won't protect you. And you're too stupid to work with anyone.
"So the cycle goes on. So you call us cowards, and we leave you crumpled in a pool of your own blood. So another fool comes to protect you. So you push them away. So it goes on.
"It's already over, Maelstrom.
"You just don't know it yet."
(FADEOUT.)
(FADEIN to the nightclub we have seen a few times before in some of Anarky's promos, and this time is no different, as he stands on the catwalk above the crowds below. "Just One Fix" by Ministry plays in the background, and the crowd seems to move and shift almost organically... as if the entire crowd was a living, breathing thing. Anarky simply watches from above, no obvious emotion on his face.)
ANARKY: "Before you begin... just look. Look down at them. They are living in a strange rhythmn. They move and sway to what they feel... they breathe the music and the atmosphere. What they do... is more pure than anything I have ever touched. I envy them. Really, I do.
"For I am a monster in disguise as a man. Oh, I have flesh and blood, and I can shake your hand and smile... but that's it. No soul to speak of. I know not of any morals or justice. Or of abstract ideas like champions or losers. Each man makes his own Truth. Each man carries it with him, like a badge.
"Is this falling on deaf ears? I think so, Dakota. You'll probably tell me that my bull<BLEEP> philosophy has no place here. Maybe you're right. Maybe you're all right. Maybe the Pandorians have all the Truth and I am a coward and a fraud and a liar.
"You see, you have gone and attacked my pride... because it is in your nature to reach for the jugular. You think you can wound me with references to black marks. I don't blame you, Dakota. Really.
"But you see... I have no illusions about my own perfection. Unlike your God's Gift teammate... I know I'm fallible. I never claimed to be unbeatable or undefeated. I didn't start talking about my record to impress you. I simply stated... The Truth. That your name had gotten you there. All I wanted you to do was admit it. Doesn't necessarily mean a damned thing. You should know that.
"But then you start threatening me... you start to tell me that I don't want to SEE you mad. No way, DUDE... that would just be a bad idea. All this coming from a man who was oh-so-recently humbled by my teammate. A man, unlike you, who does not waver in his beliefs. A man who doesn't offer up childish excuses like... I BLINKED... instead of admitting The Truth... that you were simply outclassed.
"You're right on one count, Dakota. I'm all washed up. Have been for years. I'm about 63 right now... hell, I could quit this business and go on social security, right? I've been washed up for ten years. I was washed up before I began. You and everyone else just keep reminding me. And I'll keep fighting. No matter. All the more amusing when someone washed up... shows you just how dangerous he can be."
(He stops and takes a few drags, finishing his cigarette. He flicks it down onto the ground with no consideration for where it lands. The strobe lights blink rapidly on and off, and he simply sits there for a few moments before speaking again.)
ANARKY: "Maelstrom... what am I going to do with you. Long I have waited. And I knew what I wanted to say. But why should I say it? Clearly, you are so consumed with your own immortality... I mean, we do not deserve to be in your presence. Oh, I know you'd never come out and admit how unbeatable you truly are... not so easily. But I've been watching you. And every man you've met... you've treated the same. Strong or smart or determined as they may be, they are no match for The Great And Almighty Maelstrom.
"You are a fool, Maelstrom. Not because I say so, or because I need to feel good about my own intellect. No, Mael... I have nothing to gain by calling you a fool. I already know it's true, and so does most of the GLCW. One only need to listen to you speak for a few minutes before holes begin opening in your argument. Your entire... bull<BLEEP> reasoning... it's nonsense, Mael. You say you used the videotape as proof? Of what? Your own hypocrisy?
"Yeah, let's take a look, Mael. What was it you said to me? About how interference during your match with Morgan didn't count? And why not? Oh, right... because it wasn't YOUR fault. It's not like YOU decided to have US interfere. So we cannot hold you responsible, correct? I mean, it's not YOUR fault his plan backfired.
"Yet then YOU bring up the Battle Royal... AGAIN. And why? Was it MY fault that YOU interfered in my match? Did I call you and beg you for help against Manson? Did I look scared? No, Mael. You came on your OWN accord. YOU had YOUR agenda. Yet somehow, this reflects upon my own incompetence.
"So what you're trying to say... is that it's okay when interfence goes YOUR way when you didn't plan it, but it's NOT okay when it goes MY way when I didn't plan it. YOU simply reaped the rewards of Morgan's own incompetence. But *I* couldn't win without help.
"But I'm the hypocrite, Mael? Please. Go buy a mirror. You're nothing but a fraud. You twist arguments as you choose because you have to. You know I'm speaking the Truth. You know I would've gotten here with or without the G.O.D. And do you know why? Because the videotape doesn't lie. I never asked the G.O.D. to interfere on my behalf, the they have respected those wishes. Is that so hard to understand, Mael? Am I speaking to a brick wall?
"Which leads me back to the beginning, Mael. Why do I even bother? You don't listen. You only hear what you want to hear. Despite years of always telling people how I worship no God... how I never bow to anyone... you just can't shutup about how Manson is my God. Did I say that? No. But you've got to put the words in my mouth, because otherwise, people will see you for the fraud you are. People will know the Truth.
"But the Truth is coming, Mael, whether you like it or not. You may not like our way of doing things... and you may call us cowards all day and night. We have no pride to wound, Mael. We will simply carve a path through the GLCW... as is our destiny... and all your bull<BLEEP> faulty logic and reasoning won't protect you. And you're too stupid to work with anyone.
"So the cycle goes on. So you call us cowards, and we leave you crumpled in a pool of your own blood. So another fool comes to protect you. So you push them away. So it goes on.
"It's already over, Maelstrom.
"You just don't know it yet."
(FADEOUT.)
J
JLebron
Guest
In Front of The Curtain
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-08-03 AT 03:39 PM (EST)](FADE IN:….. A simple curtain with the word Anarky written on it within a circle, a single line striking across it, offering negative suggestions. The curtains then suddenly part, revealing the ominous figure of the GLCW Champion, the man known to us simply as …….)
MAELSTROM: 'Round an' 'round we go 'Narky, propelled by yer perpetual insistence of discussin' things that are no longer issues…. things that have been laid to rest….. long ago! (shakes his head disparagingly) Those two matches ya speak of…. Yer battle royal an' my match 'gainst Morgan, were brought up 'cuz YOU chose to bring 'em up! In turn, I did an' in doin' so, apparently confused ya yet again.... 'less of course yer just conveniently frontin' ignorance 'gain. My matches, are nearly always consumed by interference by YOU an' the rest of yer cowardly posse, so it's not even an issue….. at least not the type YOU'D care to make. If anythin', I've proven time an' time 'gain that I can defy the odds….. you on the other hand, reap the rewards of insecure gains. So in answer to yer question…. YES! It IS okay when interference goes my way an' not yer way…. An' ya wanna know way?
(smiles maliciously)
MAELSTROM: 'Cuz I say so! After all, yer integrity is in question…. Not mine! YER the one who feels the need to have the security of yer lil posse with ya….. NOT ME! YER the one who's insecurities command ya to blindside me three an' four on one.... NOT ME! So when ya refer to twisting arguments an' revealin' frauds, we all know better, we all know that it's an exercise in futility comin' from a man narrating his own biography.
(chuckles to himself)
MAELSTROM: 'Nuff said on that subject, so if ya wanna continue to recycle yer rhetoric, by all means, by my guest. I'll turn into the brick wall ya refer to 'cuz yer really beginnin' to bore the hell outta me….. more than usual that is. I just hope ya don't go an' get yourself stung by a bee like Morgan did…… with yer luck it might be a…… "KILLER BEE"!
(begins laughing boisterously)
MAELSTROM: Just a lil' inside humor 'tween the both of us….. (winks) Some things just kinda lodge into yer mind, particularly when it's a skeleton remnant ya just can't live down eh 'Narky? But go on, by all means, preach yer rhetoric, amuse us with yer insight an' predictions. Talk from behind that curtain of yers, otherwise known as yer facade….. Me? I'll remain as always, IN FRONT of YER curtain, tellin' it like it is! Waitin' for the time for words to give way to the time of action….. watchin' ya step up to yer thinly veiled curtain, armed with hypocrisy in one hand, an' jealousy in the other….. watchin' it all come to an abrupt end as ya step through that curtained facade of yers an' encounter the help ya cry out for in yer solitude..... the reality that is the metaphoric brick wall ya inferred upon me…….
(Maelstrom smiles smugly as he reaches behind him, grasps the curtain right where the Anarky symbol is, and yanks it hard, pulling it down completely….. revealing a brick wall behind it. Painted on the wall is the acronym S.O.S. and underneath it are the words, "Servants Of Sin". He glances at it and winks, a faint cruel smile curling upon his lips, just as the cameras….. FADE OUT……)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-08-03 AT 03:39 PM (EST)](FADE IN:….. A simple curtain with the word Anarky written on it within a circle, a single line striking across it, offering negative suggestions. The curtains then suddenly part, revealing the ominous figure of the GLCW Champion, the man known to us simply as …….)
MAELSTROM: 'Round an' 'round we go 'Narky, propelled by yer perpetual insistence of discussin' things that are no longer issues…. things that have been laid to rest….. long ago! (shakes his head disparagingly) Those two matches ya speak of…. Yer battle royal an' my match 'gainst Morgan, were brought up 'cuz YOU chose to bring 'em up! In turn, I did an' in doin' so, apparently confused ya yet again.... 'less of course yer just conveniently frontin' ignorance 'gain. My matches, are nearly always consumed by interference by YOU an' the rest of yer cowardly posse, so it's not even an issue….. at least not the type YOU'D care to make. If anythin', I've proven time an' time 'gain that I can defy the odds….. you on the other hand, reap the rewards of insecure gains. So in answer to yer question…. YES! It IS okay when interference goes my way an' not yer way…. An' ya wanna know way?
(smiles maliciously)
MAELSTROM: 'Cuz I say so! After all, yer integrity is in question…. Not mine! YER the one who feels the need to have the security of yer lil posse with ya….. NOT ME! YER the one who's insecurities command ya to blindside me three an' four on one.... NOT ME! So when ya refer to twisting arguments an' revealin' frauds, we all know better, we all know that it's an exercise in futility comin' from a man narrating his own biography.
(chuckles to himself)
MAELSTROM: 'Nuff said on that subject, so if ya wanna continue to recycle yer rhetoric, by all means, by my guest. I'll turn into the brick wall ya refer to 'cuz yer really beginnin' to bore the hell outta me….. more than usual that is. I just hope ya don't go an' get yourself stung by a bee like Morgan did…… with yer luck it might be a…… "KILLER BEE"!
(begins laughing boisterously)
MAELSTROM: Just a lil' inside humor 'tween the both of us….. (winks) Some things just kinda lodge into yer mind, particularly when it's a skeleton remnant ya just can't live down eh 'Narky? But go on, by all means, preach yer rhetoric, amuse us with yer insight an' predictions. Talk from behind that curtain of yers, otherwise known as yer facade….. Me? I'll remain as always, IN FRONT of YER curtain, tellin' it like it is! Waitin' for the time for words to give way to the time of action….. watchin' ya step up to yer thinly veiled curtain, armed with hypocrisy in one hand, an' jealousy in the other….. watchin' it all come to an abrupt end as ya step through that curtained facade of yers an' encounter the help ya cry out for in yer solitude..... the reality that is the metaphoric brick wall ya inferred upon me…….
(Maelstrom smiles smugly as he reaches behind him, grasps the curtain right where the Anarky symbol is, and yanks it hard, pulling it down completely….. revealing a brick wall behind it. Painted on the wall is the acronym S.O.S. and underneath it are the words, "Servants Of Sin". He glances at it and winks, a faint cruel smile curling upon his lips, just as the cameras….. FADE OUT……)
PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
Behind the Covers
(OORP: Joe/JC… I apologize for my absence, I was working on the WFW card and got delayed)
::Jonathan Marx is under the covers sleeping, Brandon Jacobs walks in::
BRANDON JACOBS: I can’t believe you are still sleeping. You have to get up and address Maelstrom.
JONATHAN MARX: I refuse to participate in all this nonsense. Maelstrom and Anarky are in a war of words over whether or not they have had help and if it means anything about their character if it has.
BRANDON JACOBS: Well, they ramble like that…
JONATHAN MARX: But it is stupid, who cares if they had help or not? No man is an ocean. If I go to the store, a nice boy helps me bag my groceries. If I got to a restaurant, a waiter comes and waits on me. If I go to a library and need help finding a book, a librarian is there to assist me. We all depend on people to make our lives easier whether we realize it or not.
BRANDON JACOBS: I think Mael is saying it takes away from the accomplishment that Anarky had align with Manson & you to achieve his goal.
JONATHAN MARX: Does anyone ever fault Neil Armstrong for not building the space shuttle he landed on the moon with?
BRANDON JACOBS: No, of course not.
JONATHAN MARX: Winning the GLCW Heavyweight Title is all that matters. When you win that, your name goes into the book of the immortals and that can never be taken away from you. Even in my silence, I’ve been busy working out in the gym and spending hours in the library trying to find a way to beat Maelstrom….. IT IS TIME I TAKE ACTION!.
::gets out bed wearing the new GLCW feetie pajamas available at the GLCWShopzone.com::
BRANDON JACOBS: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
JONATHAN MARX: Yes, it is time for a ROAD TRIP. If the annuals of history can’t provide us with a way to beat Maelstrom, we are going to go ask the experts. Let’s go Brandon.
BRANDON JACOBS: Your clothes?
JONATHAN MARX: ::walks towards door and grabs at suit of clothes and puts on his top hat:: We don’t have much time left, I’ll dress on the way.
(OORP: Joe/JC… I apologize for my absence, I was working on the WFW card and got delayed)
::Jonathan Marx is under the covers sleeping, Brandon Jacobs walks in::
BRANDON JACOBS: I can’t believe you are still sleeping. You have to get up and address Maelstrom.
JONATHAN MARX: I refuse to participate in all this nonsense. Maelstrom and Anarky are in a war of words over whether or not they have had help and if it means anything about their character if it has.
BRANDON JACOBS: Well, they ramble like that…
JONATHAN MARX: But it is stupid, who cares if they had help or not? No man is an ocean. If I go to the store, a nice boy helps me bag my groceries. If I got to a restaurant, a waiter comes and waits on me. If I go to a library and need help finding a book, a librarian is there to assist me. We all depend on people to make our lives easier whether we realize it or not.
BRANDON JACOBS: I think Mael is saying it takes away from the accomplishment that Anarky had align with Manson & you to achieve his goal.
JONATHAN MARX: Does anyone ever fault Neil Armstrong for not building the space shuttle he landed on the moon with?
BRANDON JACOBS: No, of course not.
JONATHAN MARX: Winning the GLCW Heavyweight Title is all that matters. When you win that, your name goes into the book of the immortals and that can never be taken away from you. Even in my silence, I’ve been busy working out in the gym and spending hours in the library trying to find a way to beat Maelstrom….. IT IS TIME I TAKE ACTION!.
::gets out bed wearing the new GLCW feetie pajamas available at the GLCWShopzone.com::
BRANDON JACOBS: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
JONATHAN MARX: Yes, it is time for a ROAD TRIP. If the annuals of history can’t provide us with a way to beat Maelstrom, we are going to go ask the experts. Let’s go Brandon.
BRANDON JACOBS: Your clothes?
JONATHAN MARX: ::walks towards door and grabs at suit of clothes and puts on his top hat:: We don’t have much time left, I’ll dress on the way.
JC
League Member
And starring Dakota Smith as.... HIMSELF!!!
(Once again we focus in on Dakota, standing once again in front of the GLCW logo… This time he is wearing a Nevada Smith tee-shirt, black cut off jeans and black boots… In the background we can hear a voice, within seconds it becomes more audible… It is Jonathan Marx’s voice we hear and come to realize that it is coming from some monitor in the back… Dakota’s attention is momentarily focused on the monitor, about midway he turns and faces us and as he speaks, we sense a trace of sarcasm…)
DAKOTA: What does all that history Rico decided to put in front of my promo means Jonathan!? Hell if I know, you will need to ask Suave why he decided to put that in… At least you were paying attention in a sense; to be able to see the relationship between Nevada, Mael and myself… How many times did you rewind the tape before you realized that!? (Laughs as he starts to pace slowly, shakes his head and turns again to face the camera…) You’re a real controversial dick Jonathan; when will you decide to realize that!? When it’s too late I guess… Another thing Johnny, I’m not the booker for this federation; I don’t make the matches… So if I was teamed up with Mael, so what!? Does it bother you!? Hell, a lot of things bother you… The fact that I beat you at my first outing does, sure you came back and won the next match, and it is true that I lost to Jobber afterwards, and you had probably figured that, that would make me want out… No such luck dude, it has just made me more determined and hungrier… Everybody loses at one time or another Jonathan, but let’s look at those losses, let’s take my last match against Jobber; here you have an individual who is supposed to be a mat veteran, he came and pinned me, regardless of how he did it he did it… Big freaking deal… You came and even the score before that by resorting to some of the same tactics, no biggie there either I have to learn… But what’s your excuse for losing to me!? A bad hair day Jonathan!?
(Pauses and again starts to laugh, nodding his head as he continues….)
DAKOTA: The only reason the “gentlemen of dignity” was formed is the same reason any other group is formed, to try to stay a few steps ahead of the pack… You really want to know what is getting “ridiculous”!? Your constant badgering, not only is it getting ridiculous it’s becoming redundant… You and I both know that in our last encounter, you got lucky you took advantage of my inexperience, part of the game, only this time you won’t be so lucky Jonathan… Like I said before Peoria will be the tie breaker; I am going to break you down Jonathan… I’m like that malignant cancer that will not go away, and like it I will leave you ravished…
(His laughter slowly turns cynical…)
DAKOTA: It’s a shame that all this “nepotism” bothers you; I’m just getting started Jonathan… So bite me Jonathan… So what if I’m riding the coat tails of Nevada and Mael!!! It’s not my problem that I got the better deal there also, while you had to take the likes of Anarky and Manson… Jonathan I want you to fully understand that I give a rat’s ass about what you or anyone else thinks of me; your comments and remarks mean nothing to me… So go ahead, bust a nut aggravating yourself… (Pauses…) Hurl your insults and innuendos; they fall on deaf ears Jonathan… All that aside Johnny boy, let’s talk about Peoria and concentrate on what awaits us around the corner… You and Anarky are making a big thing about me losing to you and Jobber, he has gone as far as to say that you “humbled” me … (Smirks) What has he been smoking!? And better yet, what freaking match was he watching!? You took a shortcut and capitalized on it, you didn’t make me cry, you didn’t make me scream out in pain, so where does “humbled” come in!? You call me “boy”, why!? Why Johnny, why do you call me boy!? I got your “boy” right here!!! (Laughs) Seriously Johnny, you and Anarky have issues… And I’m more than willing to help you resolve the ones that concern me, and at Peoria, we’ll get to do that… So stop your b(bleep) and complaining and focus on Peoria, so what if I’m using Nevada’s name to get ahead, why shouldn’t I!? He’s not complaining so why the hell are you… What you and the rest fail to understand and realize is that no matter what pull Nevada has, no matter what closed door dealings went on, it all comes down to just us; inside a ring and we make the final decision; not Malec, not KK, not even the fans, it’s us Johnny boy… You got over in our last match, so did Jobber, I’m not mad about it, I blinked, and you got the best of me, you were the better man that night, I learn from my mistakes Johnny boy and I make sure that I don’t repeat them… See you in Peoria Johnny boy, make sure you bring a big receiving bag that night, you’re going to need it….
(Camera abruptly fades off; air raid sirens are heard… Fade to black…)
(Once again we focus in on Dakota, standing once again in front of the GLCW logo… This time he is wearing a Nevada Smith tee-shirt, black cut off jeans and black boots… In the background we can hear a voice, within seconds it becomes more audible… It is Jonathan Marx’s voice we hear and come to realize that it is coming from some monitor in the back… Dakota’s attention is momentarily focused on the monitor, about midway he turns and faces us and as he speaks, we sense a trace of sarcasm…)
DAKOTA: What does all that history Rico decided to put in front of my promo means Jonathan!? Hell if I know, you will need to ask Suave why he decided to put that in… At least you were paying attention in a sense; to be able to see the relationship between Nevada, Mael and myself… How many times did you rewind the tape before you realized that!? (Laughs as he starts to pace slowly, shakes his head and turns again to face the camera…) You’re a real controversial dick Jonathan; when will you decide to realize that!? When it’s too late I guess… Another thing Johnny, I’m not the booker for this federation; I don’t make the matches… So if I was teamed up with Mael, so what!? Does it bother you!? Hell, a lot of things bother you… The fact that I beat you at my first outing does, sure you came back and won the next match, and it is true that I lost to Jobber afterwards, and you had probably figured that, that would make me want out… No such luck dude, it has just made me more determined and hungrier… Everybody loses at one time or another Jonathan, but let’s look at those losses, let’s take my last match against Jobber; here you have an individual who is supposed to be a mat veteran, he came and pinned me, regardless of how he did it he did it… Big freaking deal… You came and even the score before that by resorting to some of the same tactics, no biggie there either I have to learn… But what’s your excuse for losing to me!? A bad hair day Jonathan!?
(Pauses and again starts to laugh, nodding his head as he continues….)
DAKOTA: The only reason the “gentlemen of dignity” was formed is the same reason any other group is formed, to try to stay a few steps ahead of the pack… You really want to know what is getting “ridiculous”!? Your constant badgering, not only is it getting ridiculous it’s becoming redundant… You and I both know that in our last encounter, you got lucky you took advantage of my inexperience, part of the game, only this time you won’t be so lucky Jonathan… Like I said before Peoria will be the tie breaker; I am going to break you down Jonathan… I’m like that malignant cancer that will not go away, and like it I will leave you ravished…
(His laughter slowly turns cynical…)
DAKOTA: It’s a shame that all this “nepotism” bothers you; I’m just getting started Jonathan… So bite me Jonathan… So what if I’m riding the coat tails of Nevada and Mael!!! It’s not my problem that I got the better deal there also, while you had to take the likes of Anarky and Manson… Jonathan I want you to fully understand that I give a rat’s ass about what you or anyone else thinks of me; your comments and remarks mean nothing to me… So go ahead, bust a nut aggravating yourself… (Pauses…) Hurl your insults and innuendos; they fall on deaf ears Jonathan… All that aside Johnny boy, let’s talk about Peoria and concentrate on what awaits us around the corner… You and Anarky are making a big thing about me losing to you and Jobber, he has gone as far as to say that you “humbled” me … (Smirks) What has he been smoking!? And better yet, what freaking match was he watching!? You took a shortcut and capitalized on it, you didn’t make me cry, you didn’t make me scream out in pain, so where does “humbled” come in!? You call me “boy”, why!? Why Johnny, why do you call me boy!? I got your “boy” right here!!! (Laughs) Seriously Johnny, you and Anarky have issues… And I’m more than willing to help you resolve the ones that concern me, and at Peoria, we’ll get to do that… So stop your b(bleep) and complaining and focus on Peoria, so what if I’m using Nevada’s name to get ahead, why shouldn’t I!? He’s not complaining so why the hell are you… What you and the rest fail to understand and realize is that no matter what pull Nevada has, no matter what closed door dealings went on, it all comes down to just us; inside a ring and we make the final decision; not Malec, not KK, not even the fans, it’s us Johnny boy… You got over in our last match, so did Jobber, I’m not mad about it, I blinked, and you got the best of me, you were the better man that night, I learn from my mistakes Johnny boy and I make sure that I don’t repeat them… See you in Peoria Johnny boy, make sure you bring a big receiving bag that night, you’re going to need it….
(Camera abruptly fades off; air raid sirens are heard… Fade to black…)
PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
Sleepwalkers
::Jonathan Marx gets up on a soap box, which has G.O.D. written on it and begins to give his speech::
JONATHAN MARX: Dakota, I have a match with you, not Rico or your father, who unlike you, was a legend. Unless all of that history is relevant in some manner, don’t waste our time telling us all about it. I don’t care, my partner doesn’t care, and Maelstrom is not your opponent in this match, if you didn’t happen to know that and we’ve already established that there is a lot you don’t know. If Nevada Smith had any balls, instead of his pathetic sequel of a son, he’d come out of retirement instead of sending you to bring down main events that you barely show up for.
Am I controversial? Maybe I am. But if you think I’m controversial because I speak the truth, you should know how much I’m holding back on you not to make you look totally pathetic because in a battle of wits, you are woefully unarmed…. ::makes quotation symbols:: DUDE.
But maybe you are right, maybe I have been picking on you, so I apologize. I won’t bring up nepotism again if you don’t constantly bring up Nevada Smith in your interviews or mention how you are related to Maelstrom over and over again. But you are so dependent on saying you are related to this person or that person in order to get ahead, you could never give that up even if you tried.
Here is the deal Dakota, even if you don’t respect me, respect yourself and try to make something of yourself without riding the coattails of two legends into the main event, because once you get there, what will it mean if you didn’t earn it on your own merit? I’m suppose to be some dastardly villain because I’m aligned with Manson & Anarky and I’m a tad self righteous about how I want wrestling to be because I know I am right, but what do you want to be? Do you want the fans on your side? Do you want them to respect you for who YOU are instead of your father? You have the genes of two great champions in you son, but they didn’t get where they are riding who their father’s use to be, they earned it on their own.
You are right that I didn’t humble you. Anarky was exaggerating. You humbled yourself. You’re being given the opportunity of a lifetime and you are flushing it down the toilet because you don’t even care. That is what bothers me. I don’t like winning over people because their heart isn’t into their matches. I want to beat them because I’m better than them. Look at Anarky, Maelstrom, Manson, and Rabesque, the biggest names in all of GLCW, and do you know why they are? Because they care, they may have different philosophies over what is wrong and right, but they don’t mail in performances like you did against Jobber. Your own flesh and blood Maelstrom can’t even defend your position.
You need to start taking things a bit more seriously. This isn’t some day care center. This is GLCW, the major leagues of wrestling. You have to raise your game to play with the big boys here. You keep on making this excuse and that excuse, but the truth is you didn’t blink Dakota, you SLEPT WALK like you are SLEEP WALKING now. I’m warning you, I took it easy on you the last time we faced, but you come in all sleepy eyed like you did against Jobber, in a blink of an eye, I’M GOING TO PUT YOU DOWN FOR YOUR FINAL REST!
::storms off soapbox aggravated::
::Jonathan Marx gets up on a soap box, which has G.O.D. written on it and begins to give his speech::
JONATHAN MARX: Dakota, I have a match with you, not Rico or your father, who unlike you, was a legend. Unless all of that history is relevant in some manner, don’t waste our time telling us all about it. I don’t care, my partner doesn’t care, and Maelstrom is not your opponent in this match, if you didn’t happen to know that and we’ve already established that there is a lot you don’t know. If Nevada Smith had any balls, instead of his pathetic sequel of a son, he’d come out of retirement instead of sending you to bring down main events that you barely show up for.
Am I controversial? Maybe I am. But if you think I’m controversial because I speak the truth, you should know how much I’m holding back on you not to make you look totally pathetic because in a battle of wits, you are woefully unarmed…. ::makes quotation symbols:: DUDE.
But maybe you are right, maybe I have been picking on you, so I apologize. I won’t bring up nepotism again if you don’t constantly bring up Nevada Smith in your interviews or mention how you are related to Maelstrom over and over again. But you are so dependent on saying you are related to this person or that person in order to get ahead, you could never give that up even if you tried.
Here is the deal Dakota, even if you don’t respect me, respect yourself and try to make something of yourself without riding the coattails of two legends into the main event, because once you get there, what will it mean if you didn’t earn it on your own merit? I’m suppose to be some dastardly villain because I’m aligned with Manson & Anarky and I’m a tad self righteous about how I want wrestling to be because I know I am right, but what do you want to be? Do you want the fans on your side? Do you want them to respect you for who YOU are instead of your father? You have the genes of two great champions in you son, but they didn’t get where they are riding who their father’s use to be, they earned it on their own.
You are right that I didn’t humble you. Anarky was exaggerating. You humbled yourself. You’re being given the opportunity of a lifetime and you are flushing it down the toilet because you don’t even care. That is what bothers me. I don’t like winning over people because their heart isn’t into their matches. I want to beat them because I’m better than them. Look at Anarky, Maelstrom, Manson, and Rabesque, the biggest names in all of GLCW, and do you know why they are? Because they care, they may have different philosophies over what is wrong and right, but they don’t mail in performances like you did against Jobber. Your own flesh and blood Maelstrom can’t even defend your position.
You need to start taking things a bit more seriously. This isn’t some day care center. This is GLCW, the major leagues of wrestling. You have to raise your game to play with the big boys here. You keep on making this excuse and that excuse, but the truth is you didn’t blink Dakota, you SLEPT WALK like you are SLEEP WALKING now. I’m warning you, I took it easy on you the last time we faced, but you come in all sleepy eyed like you did against Jobber, in a blink of an eye, I’M GOING TO PUT YOU DOWN FOR YOUR FINAL REST!
::storms off soapbox aggravated::
JC
League Member
Revelations....
(Scene opens with a pacing Dakota, his eyes narrowed resting upon an expressionless face… His pace is slow and calculated, his stride revealing a very muscular frame, solid and cut…. In mid pace, he begins to speak, his voice resounding in a disparage tone…)
DAKOTA: Johnny boy, with each and every single promo you do, I hear the same old crap; different smell, but same old crap none the less… So now it would seem that you grow tire of hearing about Nevada, but you’re the one that started all this “Nevada” crap, “DUDE!!! In every single one of your promos, that’s all I would hear, “Nevada this and Dakota that”, and NOW that you realize it isn’t getting you anywhere, you try to reverse it, I wasn’t shoving all that crap down your throat, it was YOU that was doing the shoveling, you acrimonious SOB!!! And just so we will be clear on this, let me explain it to you in a way that even YOU can understand… Nevada’s “legendary” status means nothing to me, it’s his not mine; I have been telling you that all along, but you’re dumb ignorant a$$ couldn’t comprehend that… The fact that he is my father doesn’t play any role in how quickly I climb the ranks… Maelstrom is one of my favorite uncles, but even THAT means nothing to me!!! What matters to me is “Dakota Smith”; The fact that I am able to use their names to open doors for me, is an opportunity that I’m not going to pass up Jonathan, face it; if you were in my shoes you’d do the same crap, so don’t preach to me about it… However that’s where it all ends, in the ring it will be me you face, not my father’s influence… You’re so wrapped up and wound so damn tight over the hows and whys that it has made you lose concentration, envy can be a b(bleep) and it will side track you every time “DUDE” (Laughs) “TRUTH”!? You wouldn’t know the truth even if it b(bleep) slapped you Jonathan… You still don’t have a clue, do you “DUDE” (Again he laughs) you’re the one that needs to stop bringing up Nevada, he is irrelevant, and I’ve been telling you that since day one… You have come and judged me for what I am and not for who I am, and even THAT Jonathan means crap to me, I give a rat’s a$$ about your opinions, they’re like a$$holes, we all have one… But I suggest you start taking me more seriously Jonathan and embed this in your mind; at Peoria I am going to rip out any and all doubts you have of me!!! And that’s what worries you the most, you KNOW that it is coming, you KNOW that it is unavoidable… And with each passing day, your heart beats a little faster, the anxiety gives you shortness of breath, your chest tightens and out of desperation you spew out more insults, more innuendos; but they are not having the desired results are they Johnny boy!? Face it, you played your trump card and it didn’t give you the game; all it has done is make you more frustrated… You want to talk about “balls” Johnny boy!? Okay, I should show you mine so you can see what balls look like because it is very obvious that you lack them and don’t know what they look like or represent… Who the hell do you think you’re impressing with all your rhetorical bull!? Not me Johnny; you’re just another flash in the pants, who hates the competition… You don’t know whether you’re coming or going; you can’t even tell the difference between your head and your #####… I am sick and tired of hearing the same old bull, “It’s because of Nevada that you are here, and it’s because of Nevada that you’re getting top billing”!!! So FREAKING WHAT!!! Get over it, I did… I want you to listen very closely to what I am going to say, you’re spinning your wheels and going nowhere fast; you were funny in the beginning but now you’ve become monotonous… Get beyond that Johnny, believe me it might just make you more credible, and who knows, maybe, just maybe you might even get some respect… I don’t know from who but you just might get some from a few jerks in the back… I rattled your cage when I beat your a$$ the first time we met, you came and pinned me in our last encounter and like I said before, Peoria will be the tie breaker and I WILL BREAK YOU Jonathan!!! Anarky will be of no help, he will be too busy with Mael, (Laughs) they are in a world all their own, to them we don’t even exist and that will be so damn unfortunate for you Johnny, it will mean that once again you will have to face me all alone… You’re wasting a lot of energy in the wrong direction, by the time we meet at Peoria; you’ll be wasted and too tired from overtaxing your brain…
(He rubs his hands together as he continues his methodical pace, he starts to sneer as he turns to face us…)
DAKOTA: Anarky…. Did you think I would forget you!? Did you think that your lil bud here would keep me occupied, while you threw some curve balls at me!? (Laughs) Think again amigo, I haven’t forgotten your little asinine remarks and comments… I can understand somewhat your apprehensions coming into this, but hey screw all that; what you and Jonathan need to realize is that I am NOT Nevada, nor am I influenced by him or even Mael for that matter… What they have accomplished is their accomplishments not mine; yea I came out and said that I would ride their coat tails, but nothing is further from the truth Anarky… I intend on surpassing their track record, one way or another I WILL get to be top dog in the GLCW, regardless of what YOU or anyone else does or says, it won’t matter much, think whatever the hell you want, I don’t give a damn… Whether you want to accept it or not means crap to me…
(Pauses and raises his head upwards, extending his arms, he yells out…)
DAKOTA: What do I have to do to make you see that it doesn’t matter that I am related to Nevada, it doesn’t even matter than Mael is related to me; I am going to carve a path all on my own… I do want to thank you and Jonathan though… You two have helped me realized that I was wrong and that Nevada was right, it doesn’t matter whether the fans cheer you or jeer you; they will come none the less… What the rest of you think is so irrelevant, so miniscule it’s not even worth consideration… I see that now, I also see that the ONLY way to deal with individuals such as yourself and Johnny is by taking it to you in such a way that even the likes of you will know fear… I hope that you still have some sort of control over your brain functions and at least realize that nothing that has happened has phased me, nothing you or Jonathan say phases me, it’s all just a façade you use to hide your apprehensions… But you are right Anarky, it will be amusing when you a washed up has been shows me just how dangerous a cornered rat can be… But what will be even more amusing is when I show you that no matter how dangerous you can get, it will not suffice… I am going to take you into over drive and leave you spinning your wheels slumped over some ring ropes in some damn God forsaken town… PEORIA to be exact!!! As for your comment about me being outclassed, it was more like I was outsmarted, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me and bad for you… Dakota Smith has left the building, what you see now is DAKOTA!!!
(Cameras fades off with Dakota glaring into its lens…. Fade to black…)
(Scene opens with a pacing Dakota, his eyes narrowed resting upon an expressionless face… His pace is slow and calculated, his stride revealing a very muscular frame, solid and cut…. In mid pace, he begins to speak, his voice resounding in a disparage tone…)
DAKOTA: Johnny boy, with each and every single promo you do, I hear the same old crap; different smell, but same old crap none the less… So now it would seem that you grow tire of hearing about Nevada, but you’re the one that started all this “Nevada” crap, “DUDE!!! In every single one of your promos, that’s all I would hear, “Nevada this and Dakota that”, and NOW that you realize it isn’t getting you anywhere, you try to reverse it, I wasn’t shoving all that crap down your throat, it was YOU that was doing the shoveling, you acrimonious SOB!!! And just so we will be clear on this, let me explain it to you in a way that even YOU can understand… Nevada’s “legendary” status means nothing to me, it’s his not mine; I have been telling you that all along, but you’re dumb ignorant a$$ couldn’t comprehend that… The fact that he is my father doesn’t play any role in how quickly I climb the ranks… Maelstrom is one of my favorite uncles, but even THAT means nothing to me!!! What matters to me is “Dakota Smith”; The fact that I am able to use their names to open doors for me, is an opportunity that I’m not going to pass up Jonathan, face it; if you were in my shoes you’d do the same crap, so don’t preach to me about it… However that’s where it all ends, in the ring it will be me you face, not my father’s influence… You’re so wrapped up and wound so damn tight over the hows and whys that it has made you lose concentration, envy can be a b(bleep) and it will side track you every time “DUDE” (Laughs) “TRUTH”!? You wouldn’t know the truth even if it b(bleep) slapped you Jonathan… You still don’t have a clue, do you “DUDE” (Again he laughs) you’re the one that needs to stop bringing up Nevada, he is irrelevant, and I’ve been telling you that since day one… You have come and judged me for what I am and not for who I am, and even THAT Jonathan means crap to me, I give a rat’s a$$ about your opinions, they’re like a$$holes, we all have one… But I suggest you start taking me more seriously Jonathan and embed this in your mind; at Peoria I am going to rip out any and all doubts you have of me!!! And that’s what worries you the most, you KNOW that it is coming, you KNOW that it is unavoidable… And with each passing day, your heart beats a little faster, the anxiety gives you shortness of breath, your chest tightens and out of desperation you spew out more insults, more innuendos; but they are not having the desired results are they Johnny boy!? Face it, you played your trump card and it didn’t give you the game; all it has done is make you more frustrated… You want to talk about “balls” Johnny boy!? Okay, I should show you mine so you can see what balls look like because it is very obvious that you lack them and don’t know what they look like or represent… Who the hell do you think you’re impressing with all your rhetorical bull!? Not me Johnny; you’re just another flash in the pants, who hates the competition… You don’t know whether you’re coming or going; you can’t even tell the difference between your head and your #####… I am sick and tired of hearing the same old bull, “It’s because of Nevada that you are here, and it’s because of Nevada that you’re getting top billing”!!! So FREAKING WHAT!!! Get over it, I did… I want you to listen very closely to what I am going to say, you’re spinning your wheels and going nowhere fast; you were funny in the beginning but now you’ve become monotonous… Get beyond that Johnny, believe me it might just make you more credible, and who knows, maybe, just maybe you might even get some respect… I don’t know from who but you just might get some from a few jerks in the back… I rattled your cage when I beat your a$$ the first time we met, you came and pinned me in our last encounter and like I said before, Peoria will be the tie breaker and I WILL BREAK YOU Jonathan!!! Anarky will be of no help, he will be too busy with Mael, (Laughs) they are in a world all their own, to them we don’t even exist and that will be so damn unfortunate for you Johnny, it will mean that once again you will have to face me all alone… You’re wasting a lot of energy in the wrong direction, by the time we meet at Peoria; you’ll be wasted and too tired from overtaxing your brain…
(He rubs his hands together as he continues his methodical pace, he starts to sneer as he turns to face us…)
DAKOTA: Anarky…. Did you think I would forget you!? Did you think that your lil bud here would keep me occupied, while you threw some curve balls at me!? (Laughs) Think again amigo, I haven’t forgotten your little asinine remarks and comments… I can understand somewhat your apprehensions coming into this, but hey screw all that; what you and Jonathan need to realize is that I am NOT Nevada, nor am I influenced by him or even Mael for that matter… What they have accomplished is their accomplishments not mine; yea I came out and said that I would ride their coat tails, but nothing is further from the truth Anarky… I intend on surpassing their track record, one way or another I WILL get to be top dog in the GLCW, regardless of what YOU or anyone else does or says, it won’t matter much, think whatever the hell you want, I don’t give a damn… Whether you want to accept it or not means crap to me…
(Pauses and raises his head upwards, extending his arms, he yells out…)
DAKOTA: What do I have to do to make you see that it doesn’t matter that I am related to Nevada, it doesn’t even matter than Mael is related to me; I am going to carve a path all on my own… I do want to thank you and Jonathan though… You two have helped me realized that I was wrong and that Nevada was right, it doesn’t matter whether the fans cheer you or jeer you; they will come none the less… What the rest of you think is so irrelevant, so miniscule it’s not even worth consideration… I see that now, I also see that the ONLY way to deal with individuals such as yourself and Johnny is by taking it to you in such a way that even the likes of you will know fear… I hope that you still have some sort of control over your brain functions and at least realize that nothing that has happened has phased me, nothing you or Jonathan say phases me, it’s all just a façade you use to hide your apprehensions… But you are right Anarky, it will be amusing when you a washed up has been shows me just how dangerous a cornered rat can be… But what will be even more amusing is when I show you that no matter how dangerous you can get, it will not suffice… I am going to take you into over drive and leave you spinning your wheels slumped over some ring ropes in some damn God forsaken town… PEORIA to be exact!!! As for your comment about me being outclassed, it was more like I was outsmarted, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me and bad for you… Dakota Smith has left the building, what you see now is DAKOTA!!!
(Cameras fades off with Dakota glaring into its lens…. Fade to black…)