TBirdSCIL
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Maelstrom vs. Jon Savage
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JLebron
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Simply stated......
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-27-02 AT 05:37 PM (EDT)](FADING IN SLOWLY..... Ever so slowly until we begin to see the screen divide into three segments giving us views of silhouetted left and right profiles with the silhouette's ambiguous portrait set up in between them. As the light slowly filters in, we begin to make out the outlines of long locks of dark mane resting against the silhouette's massive neck and shoulders. As the room becomes fully illuminated forcing the last remnants of shadow to retreat, both side profiles melt away along with the shadows, leaving us only with an enlarged frontal shot. This shot however still veils the persons identity as long strands of his jet-black mane lay carelessly over his face, effectively obscuring any noticeable feature, save for his intense brown eyes which glare stoically at us behind the strands of hair. The eyes peering through the strands of hair bear a striking resemblance to that of a caged animal behind bars, that is until he raises his head slightly and the hair falls back, revealing the all too familiar face of the man known simply as.......)
MAELSTROM: (whispering to himself, almost inaudibly) Jon Savage. Can't say that yer name rings a bell, nor that it would matter if it did. Cuz what it ultimately comes down to Jon is that I really don't care WHO my opponent is! Legends, rookies, pretenders, wannabees? It's all the same to me Jon. So I'll spare ya the all too common ramblings of boastful accomplishments, trash talkin', accounts of reputed fame as well as threatening promises of what'll happen to you when we meet.
(the portrait shot pulls back to a full body shot showing Maelstrom leaning against his Harley V-Rod, the corded muscles on his arms ripple as he folds them across his massive chest which suddenly expands even more as he takes a pausing, deep breath. Moments later, he resumes speaking.......)
MAELSTROM: That kinda talk is meaningless and carries the stench of insecurity and fear. Yer impressions of me? My impressions of you? All meaningless Jon, cuz whether I consider ya friend or foe I'll still approach this match in the same exact manner with only one purpose in mind...... TO BEAT THE LIVIN' (BLEEP) OUTTA YA!!!
(pauses a bit as a faint smile begins curling upon his lips. He shuts his eyes and seems to lose himself in thought, momentarily savoring it all until his eyes suddenly open and the faint smile widens considerably..... appearing more wicked, more malicious......)
MAELSTROM: It's not personal Jon..... simply stated, its just the way it is......
(With that being said, the cameras begin to pull back on Maelstrom just as the lights dim and the shadows envelop and claim him once again...... FADE OUT)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-27-02 AT 05:37 PM (EDT)](FADING IN SLOWLY..... Ever so slowly until we begin to see the screen divide into three segments giving us views of silhouetted left and right profiles with the silhouette's ambiguous portrait set up in between them. As the light slowly filters in, we begin to make out the outlines of long locks of dark mane resting against the silhouette's massive neck and shoulders. As the room becomes fully illuminated forcing the last remnants of shadow to retreat, both side profiles melt away along with the shadows, leaving us only with an enlarged frontal shot. This shot however still veils the persons identity as long strands of his jet-black mane lay carelessly over his face, effectively obscuring any noticeable feature, save for his intense brown eyes which glare stoically at us behind the strands of hair. The eyes peering through the strands of hair bear a striking resemblance to that of a caged animal behind bars, that is until he raises his head slightly and the hair falls back, revealing the all too familiar face of the man known simply as.......)
MAELSTROM: (whispering to himself, almost inaudibly) Jon Savage. Can't say that yer name rings a bell, nor that it would matter if it did. Cuz what it ultimately comes down to Jon is that I really don't care WHO my opponent is! Legends, rookies, pretenders, wannabees? It's all the same to me Jon. So I'll spare ya the all too common ramblings of boastful accomplishments, trash talkin', accounts of reputed fame as well as threatening promises of what'll happen to you when we meet.
(the portrait shot pulls back to a full body shot showing Maelstrom leaning against his Harley V-Rod, the corded muscles on his arms ripple as he folds them across his massive chest which suddenly expands even more as he takes a pausing, deep breath. Moments later, he resumes speaking.......)
MAELSTROM: That kinda talk is meaningless and carries the stench of insecurity and fear. Yer impressions of me? My impressions of you? All meaningless Jon, cuz whether I consider ya friend or foe I'll still approach this match in the same exact manner with only one purpose in mind...... TO BEAT THE LIVIN' (BLEEP) OUTTA YA!!!
(pauses a bit as a faint smile begins curling upon his lips. He shuts his eyes and seems to lose himself in thought, momentarily savoring it all until his eyes suddenly open and the faint smile widens considerably..... appearing more wicked, more malicious......)
MAELSTROM: It's not personal Jon..... simply stated, its just the way it is......
(With that being said, the cameras begin to pull back on Maelstrom just as the lights dim and the shadows envelop and claim him once again...... FADE OUT)
JonMayhew71
League Member
Savage Speaks The Truth
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-27-02 AT 11:31 PM (EDT)](Camera fades into a GLCW arena where fans are anticipating the main event. "Baba O Riley" by The Who comes up as Jon Savage and Lyla walk to the ring (both in street attire). As fans boo and hiss the duo, they respond in kind. Savage enters the ring and grabs the mic from the ring announcer and starts talking)
SAVAGE: Shut up!!!! I am now talking and YOU ALL WILL BE QUIET!
(Crowd boos/hisses louder)
SAVAGE: I am here prior to Racine Riptide to uncover a CONSPIRACY between the GLCW and.....ME!!!!!.....
(Crowd continues to boo as Lyla gets the mic)
LYLA: Be quiet because a REAL ATHLETE is talking. SHUT UP!!!!
SAVAGE: (walks over to Lyla and hugs her as crowd goes "awwwww" and as Savage takes the mic) Lyla, let me handle these midwestern morons. They wouldn't know a shower if a bar of soap slapped them in the face and someone poured water over their head! Now listen to me. Redemption won his match because he BROKE THE RULES (crowd begins to pop). And you people cheer that? Well, what if I tell you this? (mimicking a whining child) "The future" Brett Irvine......
(Crowd pops even louder)
SAVAGE: Well, he's nothing but a LIAR AND A CHEATER! He broke the rules and won a match against me and the STUPID REFEREE SAW EVERYTHING! Are you idiots listening to me?
(Crowd boos loudly as Savage stomps around the ring)
SAVAGE: Now listen to me, each and every one of you. As God is my witness, this Mailman who I'm facing.....
LYLA: (approaches Savage and mouths another name) Mail storm?
SAVAGE: Well, whatever you or these schlumps call him....Maelstrom.......
(Crowd pops loudly)
SAVAGE: You better cheer for him while you can because for Savage, the third time will be the charm. I am going to beat him sooooo bad that he won't even remember you disgusting people cheering him. He'll be a VEGETABLE and I will be VICTORIOUS, showing all of these corrupted GLCW officials that no matter what, Savage will be synonimous with WINNER......
(Crowd starts chanting "Weiner....weiner...weiner")
SAVAGE: (looks at Lyla) C'mon baby, lets go back to the hotel. After being in front of these unbathed, uncultured, uncooth people, we're gonna need a shower. SHUT UP!!!!!!!
(Camera shows Lyla and Jon Savage leaving the ring to "Baba O'Reiley" as they taunt the fans. Camera fades to black).
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-27-02 AT 11:31 PM (EDT)](Camera fades into a GLCW arena where fans are anticipating the main event. "Baba O Riley" by The Who comes up as Jon Savage and Lyla walk to the ring (both in street attire). As fans boo and hiss the duo, they respond in kind. Savage enters the ring and grabs the mic from the ring announcer and starts talking)
SAVAGE: Shut up!!!! I am now talking and YOU ALL WILL BE QUIET!
(Crowd boos/hisses louder)
SAVAGE: I am here prior to Racine Riptide to uncover a CONSPIRACY between the GLCW and.....ME!!!!!.....
(Crowd continues to boo as Lyla gets the mic)
LYLA: Be quiet because a REAL ATHLETE is talking. SHUT UP!!!!
SAVAGE: (walks over to Lyla and hugs her as crowd goes "awwwww" and as Savage takes the mic) Lyla, let me handle these midwestern morons. They wouldn't know a shower if a bar of soap slapped them in the face and someone poured water over their head! Now listen to me. Redemption won his match because he BROKE THE RULES (crowd begins to pop). And you people cheer that? Well, what if I tell you this? (mimicking a whining child) "The future" Brett Irvine......
(Crowd pops even louder)
SAVAGE: Well, he's nothing but a LIAR AND A CHEATER! He broke the rules and won a match against me and the STUPID REFEREE SAW EVERYTHING! Are you idiots listening to me?
(Crowd boos loudly as Savage stomps around the ring)
SAVAGE: Now listen to me, each and every one of you. As God is my witness, this Mailman who I'm facing.....
LYLA: (approaches Savage and mouths another name) Mail storm?
SAVAGE: Well, whatever you or these schlumps call him....Maelstrom.......
(Crowd pops loudly)
SAVAGE: You better cheer for him while you can because for Savage, the third time will be the charm. I am going to beat him sooooo bad that he won't even remember you disgusting people cheering him. He'll be a VEGETABLE and I will be VICTORIOUS, showing all of these corrupted GLCW officials that no matter what, Savage will be synonimous with WINNER......
(Crowd starts chanting "Weiner....weiner...weiner")
SAVAGE: (looks at Lyla) C'mon baby, lets go back to the hotel. After being in front of these unbathed, uncultured, uncooth people, we're gonna need a shower. SHUT UP!!!!!!!
(Camera shows Lyla and Jon Savage leaving the ring to "Baba O'Reiley" as they taunt the fans. Camera fades to black).
J
JLebron
Guest
Rare commodities.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-28-02 AT 06:51 PM (EDT)]OORP: This rp was written in response to the original RP you had up here while I was at work this morning (I printed out your rp last nite after I read it and took it with me to work the following morning and had to wait until I returned from work to post it). Why you decided to change the entire content and mood of your rp rather than post it as an addition to your original is beyond me. Needless to say I won't be scrapping or re-doing this rp simply because you, on an apparent whim, decided to erase and completely re-write your original rp after it was initially posted. I WILL BE referring to comments made in the ORIGINAL RP..... NUFF SAID
(FADE IN..... an empty room where we see a microphone on the floor amidst a GLCW backdrop. Sounds of footfalls can be heard echoing, increasing in crescendo until the source of it steps into view from behind the cameras vantage point, with its back to us, partially blocking out the GLCW logo on the back wall. The logo momentarily comes back into view as he bends over to pick up the microphone. As he rises, he once again partially blocks the GLCW logo and turns to face us, revealing the unmistakable presence of the man known simply as......)
MAELSTROM: Losing isn't so bad? I'll get used to it?
(gives a rare amused look)
MAELSTROM: Who knows? Maybe I would given the chance, but unlike you, losses are an extremely rare commodity for me, something you'd know if you'd done the research. Who knows though, maybe losing IS something I could get used to..... hell, YOU seemed to have gotten comfortable with it rather easily. Then again, maybe that's the norm for you? Maybe winning is something that is a rare commodity for you!?
(grins cynically)
MAELSTROM: Despite all that, ya acknowledge knowing nothing about me, yet in the same breath yer not already promising a victory over me, but also promising what yer gonna do to me. Dontcha know that only FOOLS promise what they have absolutely no control over? I mean really, what excuse are ya gonna come up with when ya fail to follow through with yer fantasies? You must be pretty sure of your skills, however, the same skills which by the way have gotten you two straight losses, or maybe..... maybe yer just talkin' outta yer A$$! Either way it's pretty pathetic, but not nearly as pathetic as you rationalizing yer losses.
(raises an eyebrow and feigns a disparaging look)
MAELSTROM: Rationalizing yer losses won't get ya the effect ya desire Jon, least not from me. Best be careful though, yer lettin' yer insecurities creep past that fragile facade yer constructin'. I've seen it before and while hollerin' at ya, am clearly seeing it again. I do think yer right about something though, there's absolutely NO doubt in my mind that after our match I WILL know who Jon Savage is...... Problem is the impression ya seek may not be the one I receive.......
(with a cynical smirk, Maelstrom turns and walks away, dropping the mic carelessly to the floor as he walks out of view. The loud static reverberations resonate only momentarily and are soon drowned out by sounds of faint mocking laughter as we begin to..... FADE OUT)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-28-02 AT 06:51 PM (EDT)]OORP: This rp was written in response to the original RP you had up here while I was at work this morning (I printed out your rp last nite after I read it and took it with me to work the following morning and had to wait until I returned from work to post it). Why you decided to change the entire content and mood of your rp rather than post it as an addition to your original is beyond me. Needless to say I won't be scrapping or re-doing this rp simply because you, on an apparent whim, decided to erase and completely re-write your original rp after it was initially posted. I WILL BE referring to comments made in the ORIGINAL RP..... NUFF SAID
(FADE IN..... an empty room where we see a microphone on the floor amidst a GLCW backdrop. Sounds of footfalls can be heard echoing, increasing in crescendo until the source of it steps into view from behind the cameras vantage point, with its back to us, partially blocking out the GLCW logo on the back wall. The logo momentarily comes back into view as he bends over to pick up the microphone. As he rises, he once again partially blocks the GLCW logo and turns to face us, revealing the unmistakable presence of the man known simply as......)
MAELSTROM: Losing isn't so bad? I'll get used to it?
(gives a rare amused look)
MAELSTROM: Who knows? Maybe I would given the chance, but unlike you, losses are an extremely rare commodity for me, something you'd know if you'd done the research. Who knows though, maybe losing IS something I could get used to..... hell, YOU seemed to have gotten comfortable with it rather easily. Then again, maybe that's the norm for you? Maybe winning is something that is a rare commodity for you!?
(grins cynically)
MAELSTROM: Despite all that, ya acknowledge knowing nothing about me, yet in the same breath yer not already promising a victory over me, but also promising what yer gonna do to me. Dontcha know that only FOOLS promise what they have absolutely no control over? I mean really, what excuse are ya gonna come up with when ya fail to follow through with yer fantasies? You must be pretty sure of your skills, however, the same skills which by the way have gotten you two straight losses, or maybe..... maybe yer just talkin' outta yer A$$! Either way it's pretty pathetic, but not nearly as pathetic as you rationalizing yer losses.
(raises an eyebrow and feigns a disparaging look)
MAELSTROM: Rationalizing yer losses won't get ya the effect ya desire Jon, least not from me. Best be careful though, yer lettin' yer insecurities creep past that fragile facade yer constructin'. I've seen it before and while hollerin' at ya, am clearly seeing it again. I do think yer right about something though, there's absolutely NO doubt in my mind that after our match I WILL know who Jon Savage is...... Problem is the impression ya seek may not be the one I receive.......
(with a cynical smirk, Maelstrom turns and walks away, dropping the mic carelessly to the floor as he walks out of view. The loud static reverberations resonate only momentarily and are soon drowned out by sounds of faint mocking laughter as we begin to..... FADE OUT)
JonMayhew71
League Member
We are a bit testy, aren't we???
(Camera fades into the workout suite in the mansion of Jon Savage. Lyla walks in and drops a copy of The Detroit News on Savage's chest)
SAVAGE: What's this?
LYLA: Seems you upset poor little Maelstrom with our interview from the other day.
SAVAGE: (laughs) Yes, so it seems. Listen to this....."I am truly not afraid of defeat....." Dramatic, don't you think?
LYLA: Yeah. He needs to save the drama for his mama.....
(Both laugh)
SAVAGE: Maelstrom, I get the distinct impression that you are AFRAID of what you are getting ready to face. The fact is, if I were in your shoes, I would be afraid too. You are scrambling to try to mask your fear and -- in the process -- have made yourself look like a complete horses (BLEEP). A wise man once said that a man who reacts in fear reacts carelessly.
LYLA: Who said that?
SAVAGE: I did, just now. Maelstrom, your obviously scared because you're going to lose to a more gifted athlete. One who's smarter, quicker, and possesses more ring savvy in my little finger than you do in your entire body. You're SCARED to lose to me, and it's understandable. I would be scared, too, if I entrusted brain-damaged morons for my self-esteem. You're relationship to the fans is just sooooooooo touching.....
(pauses and smiles)
SAVAGE: I never needed those ham-and-eggers for anything. I do give them my best because I entertain the masses. Their cheers mean nothing to me. And after I get through with you in Racine, their cheers won't mean nothing to you, either. Those cheers will turn into tears.
(pauses)
SAVAGE: 'Nuff said.
FTB
(Camera fades into the workout suite in the mansion of Jon Savage. Lyla walks in and drops a copy of The Detroit News on Savage's chest)
SAVAGE: What's this?
LYLA: Seems you upset poor little Maelstrom with our interview from the other day.
SAVAGE: (laughs) Yes, so it seems. Listen to this....."I am truly not afraid of defeat....." Dramatic, don't you think?
LYLA: Yeah. He needs to save the drama for his mama.....
(Both laugh)
SAVAGE: Maelstrom, I get the distinct impression that you are AFRAID of what you are getting ready to face. The fact is, if I were in your shoes, I would be afraid too. You are scrambling to try to mask your fear and -- in the process -- have made yourself look like a complete horses (BLEEP). A wise man once said that a man who reacts in fear reacts carelessly.
LYLA: Who said that?
SAVAGE: I did, just now. Maelstrom, your obviously scared because you're going to lose to a more gifted athlete. One who's smarter, quicker, and possesses more ring savvy in my little finger than you do in your entire body. You're SCARED to lose to me, and it's understandable. I would be scared, too, if I entrusted brain-damaged morons for my self-esteem. You're relationship to the fans is just sooooooooo touching.....
(pauses and smiles)
SAVAGE: I never needed those ham-and-eggers for anything. I do give them my best because I entertain the masses. Their cheers mean nothing to me. And after I get through with you in Racine, their cheers won't mean nothing to you, either. Those cheers will turn into tears.
(pauses)
SAVAGE: 'Nuff said.
FTB
J
JLebron
Guest
The looming hat-trick.......
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-29-02 AT 05:44 PM (EDT)](A seedy-looking bar is not exactly the appropriate setting for a GLCW mic spot, but nevertheless, here we are. The bar is at full capacity with every stool occupied. On one stool sits a rather large figure, drinking from a large mug. As he puts the mug down he swivels the bar stool around and faces us..... Sporting yet another amused look on his face, we find ourselves once again face to face with the man known simply as.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya know Jon, there IS a fine line that separates confidence and ignorance…… and you just crossed it, probably not yer first time either. With all yer double-talk, I wonder if ya realize just how much of yer cowardice yer exposing? The first clue was pretty apparent when ya TRIED to have yer first mic spot erased before it aired..... but ya fell a little short eh? What's the matter Jon, are ya so mentally inept that ya feel the need to retract an entire mic spot? Ya claim I'm the one who is showing fear yet YOU'RE the one erasin' and eatin' yer own words. Go figure eh?
(chuckles to himself)
MAELSTROM: Maybe ya should get some more direction from Malec cuz you've clearly lost yer way and are stumblin' in the dark. Fact of the matter is Jon, I don't fear ya nor have ya upset me. If anything, you've managed to amuse the hell outta me! And for that I do thank you. It's not every day that I can take a moment to laugh my head off while I'm workin'.
(at that moment, Maelstrom looks away from us, distracted by someone approaching. Fact is, EVERYBODY at the bar stops what they're doing to look also. As the camera pans back, we begin to see a woman approaching. She's dressed like a two-dollar whore, spiked heels, short tight mini.... the works. Despite her attire, what really catches our attention is the incredible striking resemblance she has to Jon's companion, Lyla. Whether she's a poser or the original, we can only speculate for now. She almost stumbles but quickly maintains her composure and continues on until she catches the attention of the man sitting right next to Maelstrom. The man next to Maelstrom, a big fat, greasy looking, unshaven, dirty man leers at her in a lecherous manner and pulls out two one-dollar bills and waves it at her. The woman immediately smiles and walks toward him. She faces the man and snatches the two one-dollar bills and stuffs it down her cleavage. She then turns so that her back is to us, and we see the words "Savage Lover" tattooed across the base of her neck. Anticipating what is about to happen next, the censors suddenly kick in just as she kneels before the man. The screen abruptly goes black. A few seconds pass before we get the video back and when we do, we find Maelstrom outside of the bar on his Harley V-Rod. He has a grin on his face and chuckles right before he resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: I suppose I deserve that sorta interruption for not doing this mic spot in a controlled GLCW environment like Malec wanted. Who woulda guessed though huh? At any rate, you have my condolences Jon as it seems like those two losses have put ya'll on hard times. Well, like ya said earlier, who cares what the fans think eh? Question remains though, after that spectacle, (jerks a thumb behind him towards the bar where we all of a sudden begin to hear loud cheering) who TRULY entertains the masses more, YOU or LYLA?
(feigns a horrified look)
MAELSTROM: Can ya feel it Jon? Can ya feel the HAT-TRICK loss looming ever so closer? Hope ya have a healthy appetite, cuz when this match is over, you may just be eating some more of those hollow threats and empty promises of yers....
(The edges of the screen start closing in, converging toward the center until all that's left to view is a small circle in the center of a black screen where all we see is Maelstrom's face. He looks towards us and gives a slow, exaggerated, mocking wink. Faint malicious laughter is heard, just as the circle closes in on Maelstrom's grinning face..... FADE OUT)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-29-02 AT 05:44 PM (EDT)](A seedy-looking bar is not exactly the appropriate setting for a GLCW mic spot, but nevertheless, here we are. The bar is at full capacity with every stool occupied. On one stool sits a rather large figure, drinking from a large mug. As he puts the mug down he swivels the bar stool around and faces us..... Sporting yet another amused look on his face, we find ourselves once again face to face with the man known simply as.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya know Jon, there IS a fine line that separates confidence and ignorance…… and you just crossed it, probably not yer first time either. With all yer double-talk, I wonder if ya realize just how much of yer cowardice yer exposing? The first clue was pretty apparent when ya TRIED to have yer first mic spot erased before it aired..... but ya fell a little short eh? What's the matter Jon, are ya so mentally inept that ya feel the need to retract an entire mic spot? Ya claim I'm the one who is showing fear yet YOU'RE the one erasin' and eatin' yer own words. Go figure eh?
(chuckles to himself)
MAELSTROM: Maybe ya should get some more direction from Malec cuz you've clearly lost yer way and are stumblin' in the dark. Fact of the matter is Jon, I don't fear ya nor have ya upset me. If anything, you've managed to amuse the hell outta me! And for that I do thank you. It's not every day that I can take a moment to laugh my head off while I'm workin'.
(at that moment, Maelstrom looks away from us, distracted by someone approaching. Fact is, EVERYBODY at the bar stops what they're doing to look also. As the camera pans back, we begin to see a woman approaching. She's dressed like a two-dollar whore, spiked heels, short tight mini.... the works. Despite her attire, what really catches our attention is the incredible striking resemblance she has to Jon's companion, Lyla. Whether she's a poser or the original, we can only speculate for now. She almost stumbles but quickly maintains her composure and continues on until she catches the attention of the man sitting right next to Maelstrom. The man next to Maelstrom, a big fat, greasy looking, unshaven, dirty man leers at her in a lecherous manner and pulls out two one-dollar bills and waves it at her. The woman immediately smiles and walks toward him. She faces the man and snatches the two one-dollar bills and stuffs it down her cleavage. She then turns so that her back is to us, and we see the words "Savage Lover" tattooed across the base of her neck. Anticipating what is about to happen next, the censors suddenly kick in just as she kneels before the man. The screen abruptly goes black. A few seconds pass before we get the video back and when we do, we find Maelstrom outside of the bar on his Harley V-Rod. He has a grin on his face and chuckles right before he resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: I suppose I deserve that sorta interruption for not doing this mic spot in a controlled GLCW environment like Malec wanted. Who woulda guessed though huh? At any rate, you have my condolences Jon as it seems like those two losses have put ya'll on hard times. Well, like ya said earlier, who cares what the fans think eh? Question remains though, after that spectacle, (jerks a thumb behind him towards the bar where we all of a sudden begin to hear loud cheering) who TRULY entertains the masses more, YOU or LYLA?
(feigns a horrified look)
MAELSTROM: Can ya feel it Jon? Can ya feel the HAT-TRICK loss looming ever so closer? Hope ya have a healthy appetite, cuz when this match is over, you may just be eating some more of those hollow threats and empty promises of yers....
(The edges of the screen start closing in, converging toward the center until all that's left to view is a small circle in the center of a black screen where all we see is Maelstrom's face. He looks towards us and gives a slow, exaggerated, mocking wink. Faint malicious laughter is heard, just as the circle closes in on Maelstrom's grinning face..... FADE OUT)
JonMayhew71
League Member
An Inane Attempt To Get The Best of Me.....
(Camera fades in on Savage sitting in front of his big-screen TV with his arm around Lyla. They've just seen the "bar scene" and are laughing uncontrollably)
LYLA: (laughing) What a sad, pathetic attempt to get to you.....
SAVAGE: (laughing) Yeah, I know. He's really afraid about what's going to happen to him in Racine.
(Savage turns and looks straight into the camera)
SAVAGE: Well, my friend, you have the nerve to call me cowardice. Well, at least I didn't ask my mother to give my father a (bleep) job on television. It was a lame attempt to get to me or to knock me off my game. Either way, it didn't work. Now my focus turns to Racine and Riptide. My focus turns to the punishment, Maelstrom, that I will expose you to. And my focus is on nothing short of victory.
(Savage gets up and moves over to a picture of him and Lyla standing in front of their rose garden)
SAVAGE: See, Maelstrom, true ladies have the taste for SUCCESS. They have a higher intelligence, and frankly, they want a MAN. Now a degenerated coward, such as yourself, that would rely on their "mommy and daddy" to perfrom a frankly sickening sexual favor on national TV. I'm surprised the boss allowed that. It doesn't matter, though, because when the referee makes the 3-count in Racine, my hand will be raised. (Mocking Maelstrom) "Nuff said."
FTB
(Camera fades in on Savage sitting in front of his big-screen TV with his arm around Lyla. They've just seen the "bar scene" and are laughing uncontrollably)
LYLA: (laughing) What a sad, pathetic attempt to get to you.....
SAVAGE: (laughing) Yeah, I know. He's really afraid about what's going to happen to him in Racine.
(Savage turns and looks straight into the camera)
SAVAGE: Well, my friend, you have the nerve to call me cowardice. Well, at least I didn't ask my mother to give my father a (bleep) job on television. It was a lame attempt to get to me or to knock me off my game. Either way, it didn't work. Now my focus turns to Racine and Riptide. My focus turns to the punishment, Maelstrom, that I will expose you to. And my focus is on nothing short of victory.
(Savage gets up and moves over to a picture of him and Lyla standing in front of their rose garden)
SAVAGE: See, Maelstrom, true ladies have the taste for SUCCESS. They have a higher intelligence, and frankly, they want a MAN. Now a degenerated coward, such as yourself, that would rely on their "mommy and daddy" to perfrom a frankly sickening sexual favor on national TV. I'm surprised the boss allowed that. It doesn't matter, though, because when the referee makes the 3-count in Racine, my hand will be raised. (Mocking Maelstrom) "Nuff said."
FTB
J
JLebron
Guest
Proving grounds......
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-30-02 AT 00:03 AM (EDT)](FADE IN.... to an impromptu appearance by none other than Maelstrom....)
MAELSTROM: I'll make this short and sweet cuz quite frankly Jon, yer beginning to bore the hell outta me. If you are SOOOOOO confident that you will score the win over me then back it up with a wager.
(grins faintly)
MAELSTROM: That's right bud, time for you to step up and let the world see just how MUCH of a man you REALLY ARE! If you score a legitimate victory over me I will retire from the sport of wrestling permanently. No comebacks of any kind, and no coming back under an assumed identity. I will never wrestle again and the world will see the last of me for good. You will have the credit of retiring me from the sport of wrestling. But just so yer inept mind doesn't misunderstand anything, the victory has to be one recognized by the GLCW as a victory in the record books.... not one defined by YOUR interpretations. Comprende?
(pauses.....)
MAELSTROM: HOOOOOOWEVER..... if you don't score a victory over me, then you will have to do GLCW community service by selling refreshments and snacks to the fans during the next card.... for the entire card. Not a bad deal eh Jon? Here's yer chance to back up all yer empty promises. Then again, if ya decide to somehow weasle outta this challenge, then I'll have proven my point 'bout how much of a blow-hard phony ya really are. Sucks when yer forced to back up what ya claim, particulary when ya CAN'T eh Jon? So there ya have it Jon, my retirement against yer GLCW community service! Hell, even I'm curious to see how yer gonna attempt to back peddle yer way outta this one....
(with a mischievious smirk, Maelstrom turns and leaves and we immediately FADE OUT.....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-30-02 AT 00:03 AM (EDT)](FADE IN.... to an impromptu appearance by none other than Maelstrom....)
MAELSTROM: I'll make this short and sweet cuz quite frankly Jon, yer beginning to bore the hell outta me. If you are SOOOOOO confident that you will score the win over me then back it up with a wager.
(grins faintly)
MAELSTROM: That's right bud, time for you to step up and let the world see just how MUCH of a man you REALLY ARE! If you score a legitimate victory over me I will retire from the sport of wrestling permanently. No comebacks of any kind, and no coming back under an assumed identity. I will never wrestle again and the world will see the last of me for good. You will have the credit of retiring me from the sport of wrestling. But just so yer inept mind doesn't misunderstand anything, the victory has to be one recognized by the GLCW as a victory in the record books.... not one defined by YOUR interpretations. Comprende?
(pauses.....)
MAELSTROM: HOOOOOOWEVER..... if you don't score a victory over me, then you will have to do GLCW community service by selling refreshments and snacks to the fans during the next card.... for the entire card. Not a bad deal eh Jon? Here's yer chance to back up all yer empty promises. Then again, if ya decide to somehow weasle outta this challenge, then I'll have proven my point 'bout how much of a blow-hard phony ya really are. Sucks when yer forced to back up what ya claim, particulary when ya CAN'T eh Jon? So there ya have it Jon, my retirement against yer GLCW community service! Hell, even I'm curious to see how yer gonna attempt to back peddle yer way outta this one....
(with a mischievious smirk, Maelstrom turns and leaves and we immediately FADE OUT.....)
JonMayhew71
League Member
The Weak Shall Inherit A Loss
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-30-02 AT 06:21 PM (EDT)](As the camera picture fades in, we hear footsteps walking down a long hallway. It's Jon Savage, going to his in-home office at his mansion in Auburn Hills, Palatial Estates. He pulls a note from the door that Lyla left him and reads it aloud)
SAVAGE: "Match challenge. If Maelstrom loses, retirement. If I lose, do GLCW community service." Is he whacko or what? (Looks at camera) Come inside. I'll be just a minute.
(Savage walks into his plush office, tossing his briefcase on an antique leather sofa. He then walks behind a 120-year-old mahogany antique desk. He sits down and moves a stack of fan correspondence into file 13. Someone is heard off-camera asking why he trashed that stack of mail.)
SAVAGE: Who needs the fans? They waste their time hating me when they should be in awe of me and my incredible wrestling ability. Look at this phone message from this moron. "Are you worried about facing Maelstrom?" No, idiot, I am not. He is not only a freak of nature, but he is also scared of the wrestling prowice that I posess. He also thinks that this little attempt at a "stipulation" is going to somehow get my goat. Well, my dear friend, it isn't.
(The office phone rings as Savage looks at it with a look of disgust. He picks it up, says "what," and then said "callback.")
SAVAGE: (looks at camera again) I'm always willing to accept a challenge, though, because I think it's time to retire Maelstrom. See, Mael baby, you are REALLY boring the hell outta me. With you, there's absolutely no challenge whatsoever. Defeating you is going to be the easiest accomplishment I've ever done. It's going to be great to see you, freak of nature, gone from the GLCW. Of course, I de not posess the power to make the decision. Mr. Malec, our fine President, can only give his yea or nay on this pathetically boring attempt to somehow get to me.
(Savage's beeper goes off. He looks at it, smiles, then looks back at the camera).
SAVAGE: Well, guys, this has been fun. Gotta ask you guys to go, though, because I have some important business to attend to. After our match in Racine, Maelstrom will surely get the rest he so desperately needs. (Mocking Maelstrom) 'Nuff said.
(As camera backs out of Savage's office, he is seen dialing a phone number and asking for a Doctor Rogers. The door to Savage's office closes.
FTB
OORP....Scott has given his "OK" to the stipulation....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-30-02 AT 06:21 PM (EDT)](As the camera picture fades in, we hear footsteps walking down a long hallway. It's Jon Savage, going to his in-home office at his mansion in Auburn Hills, Palatial Estates. He pulls a note from the door that Lyla left him and reads it aloud)
SAVAGE: "Match challenge. If Maelstrom loses, retirement. If I lose, do GLCW community service." Is he whacko or what? (Looks at camera) Come inside. I'll be just a minute.
(Savage walks into his plush office, tossing his briefcase on an antique leather sofa. He then walks behind a 120-year-old mahogany antique desk. He sits down and moves a stack of fan correspondence into file 13. Someone is heard off-camera asking why he trashed that stack of mail.)
SAVAGE: Who needs the fans? They waste their time hating me when they should be in awe of me and my incredible wrestling ability. Look at this phone message from this moron. "Are you worried about facing Maelstrom?" No, idiot, I am not. He is not only a freak of nature, but he is also scared of the wrestling prowice that I posess. He also thinks that this little attempt at a "stipulation" is going to somehow get my goat. Well, my dear friend, it isn't.
(The office phone rings as Savage looks at it with a look of disgust. He picks it up, says "what," and then said "callback.")
SAVAGE: (looks at camera again) I'm always willing to accept a challenge, though, because I think it's time to retire Maelstrom. See, Mael baby, you are REALLY boring the hell outta me. With you, there's absolutely no challenge whatsoever. Defeating you is going to be the easiest accomplishment I've ever done. It's going to be great to see you, freak of nature, gone from the GLCW. Of course, I de not posess the power to make the decision. Mr. Malec, our fine President, can only give his yea or nay on this pathetically boring attempt to somehow get to me.
(Savage's beeper goes off. He looks at it, smiles, then looks back at the camera).
SAVAGE: Well, guys, this has been fun. Gotta ask you guys to go, though, because I have some important business to attend to. After our match in Racine, Maelstrom will surely get the rest he so desperately needs. (Mocking Maelstrom) 'Nuff said.
(As camera backs out of Savage's office, he is seen dialing a phone number and asking for a Doctor Rogers. The door to Savage's office closes.
FTB
OORP....Scott has given his "OK" to the stipulation....
J
JLebron
Guest
Manure-facturing yer ego.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-02-02 AT 03:43 PM (EDT)](FADE IN.... to the sounds of static as a blank screen appears with the numbers counting down in sequence, 5..... 4..... 3..... 2..... 1. At this point the screen cuts to black and white footage of the unmistakeable image of Maelstrom, sitting on a stool in the middle of a dimly lit room. Next to him is a large frankfuter pushcart with the words GLCW Community Service written on its side and underneath that in smaller letters "Edible-words Mobile". Behind him in the background, is a monitor showing Jon Savage's latest mic spot. Ignoring the monitor altogether, Maelstrom reaches inside the pushcart and fixes himself a frankfuter. He carelessy pushes away a few locks of his mane from in front of his face and smiles faintly at the frankfuter before taking a bite. A few munches later, he begins speaking......)
MAELSTROM: Jon, Jon, Jon..... ya know, ya have the uncanny ability to not only ramble on endlessly 'bout virtually nothin', but also the talent of recyclin' the SAME trash over an' over throughout each of yer mic spots. Sounds to me like yer headin' unprepared into unfamiliar, unchartered territory. Hell, yer probably wandering aimlessly in a maze as I speak, not knowing which direction to turn towards, let alone where yer goin'! But don't fret none, that's usually the best way to get to somewhere ya never been before. An' it really doesn't matter if ya never emerge from the maze 'cuz yer destination will ultimately find YOU very soon!
(pauses as he takes another bite of his frankfuter.....)
MAELSTROM: Damn! These ain't half bad. What makes 'em REALLY good is the yellow mustard! A color I'm sure YER familiar with Jon. If they're THIS good when pennance time comes, yer gonna be REALLY busy feedin' and catering to the fans. But anywho, back to the matter at hand. Ya not only got me to contend with, but also the possible humiliation of having to cater and serve these.....
(raises and shoves the remainder of the frankfuter into his mouth and continues to speak between chews)
MAELSTROM: to the very........
(SFX: munching)
MALESTROM: same people .....
(SFX: more munching)
MAELSTROM: you so despise..... THE FANS!
(savoring the last of his frank, he licks his lips and gives a gimme-a-break type expression as he does the "quote thingie" with his fingers)
MAELSTROM: And YEAH, I know yer practically guaranteeing victory over me and all that crap..... but whether ya want to admit it or not, YA BLINKDED LONG AGO! Yer attempts at rationalizing yer losses, yer contradictations, or more aptly put.... YER IGNORANCE at admitting ya never heard of me yet guaranteeing my defeat. Yer so consumed with self-doubt that ya can't see that the ONLY thing yer accomplishin' with this back-peddlin' double-talk is to further unveil the poser hidin' inside ya as ya continue to front!
(nods his head disparagingly before continuing.....)
MAELSTROM: Guess it's a little more than just butterflies in yer stomach or a tingling sensation up and down that transparent, yellow spine that yer feelin'. The eleventh hour has a way of inducing that type of behavior in pretenders ya know. The more ya front, the more fragile yer facade becomes. I wonder Jon, not that I really care mind ya, but do ya REALLY believe in yer own crap or do ya simply absent-mindedly MANURE-facture it on demand to fertilize yer own starvin' ego? Hell, Jon, if farmers could only harness the crap that comes outta yer mouth as fertilizer, you'd probably end world hunger! But ya can only dream and fantasize for so long Jon, before ya ultimately have to deal with reality! Reality that yer too damn predictable! Then again, that does tend to be the trait of most animated cliche's, particularly of the never-have-been wannabee types? While I was sitting here watching ya blather on, I was suddenly overcome with an overwhelming sense of pathos for ya 'cuz it kinda dawned on me that for all yer bravado.... all yer "Mr. Tough Guy" antics.... yer nothin' more than an ignorant lost soul incapable of grasping or even recognizing the irrefutable fact that yer simply NOT as good as ya make yerself out to be!
(rises from his stool and motions for the cameraman to follow him .....)
MAELSTROM: Guess yer mind isn't used to puttin' in the O.T. eh Jon? That much is becoming increasingly evident with every mic spot. Then again, what else is new? I raise the bar an' all ya can do is strain as ya attempt to reach for it. Now ya don't have to take MY word for it Jon.... 'specially since I know ya won't! The reality of it all though is that ya have absolutely NO idea what ya got yerself into when ya agreed to face me.......
MAELSTROM: ..... but ya will... Very soon indeed, ya will.....
(Maelstrom's faint smile widens as he gets up off the stool and steps away and out of our view. Seconds later, members of the camera crew begin to crowd around the frankfuter pushcart, indulging their hunger. And during all this, Jon Savage's image on the monitor behind them continues rambling on, incoherently at this distance, as we slowly...... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-02-02 AT 03:43 PM (EDT)](FADE IN.... to the sounds of static as a blank screen appears with the numbers counting down in sequence, 5..... 4..... 3..... 2..... 1. At this point the screen cuts to black and white footage of the unmistakeable image of Maelstrom, sitting on a stool in the middle of a dimly lit room. Next to him is a large frankfuter pushcart with the words GLCW Community Service written on its side and underneath that in smaller letters "Edible-words Mobile". Behind him in the background, is a monitor showing Jon Savage's latest mic spot. Ignoring the monitor altogether, Maelstrom reaches inside the pushcart and fixes himself a frankfuter. He carelessy pushes away a few locks of his mane from in front of his face and smiles faintly at the frankfuter before taking a bite. A few munches later, he begins speaking......)
MAELSTROM: Jon, Jon, Jon..... ya know, ya have the uncanny ability to not only ramble on endlessly 'bout virtually nothin', but also the talent of recyclin' the SAME trash over an' over throughout each of yer mic spots. Sounds to me like yer headin' unprepared into unfamiliar, unchartered territory. Hell, yer probably wandering aimlessly in a maze as I speak, not knowing which direction to turn towards, let alone where yer goin'! But don't fret none, that's usually the best way to get to somewhere ya never been before. An' it really doesn't matter if ya never emerge from the maze 'cuz yer destination will ultimately find YOU very soon!
(pauses as he takes another bite of his frankfuter.....)
MAELSTROM: Damn! These ain't half bad. What makes 'em REALLY good is the yellow mustard! A color I'm sure YER familiar with Jon. If they're THIS good when pennance time comes, yer gonna be REALLY busy feedin' and catering to the fans. But anywho, back to the matter at hand. Ya not only got me to contend with, but also the possible humiliation of having to cater and serve these.....
(raises and shoves the remainder of the frankfuter into his mouth and continues to speak between chews)
MAELSTROM: to the very........
(SFX: munching)
MALESTROM: same people .....
(SFX: more munching)
MAELSTROM: you so despise..... THE FANS!
(savoring the last of his frank, he licks his lips and gives a gimme-a-break type expression as he does the "quote thingie" with his fingers)
MAELSTROM: And YEAH, I know yer practically guaranteeing victory over me and all that crap..... but whether ya want to admit it or not, YA BLINKDED LONG AGO! Yer attempts at rationalizing yer losses, yer contradictations, or more aptly put.... YER IGNORANCE at admitting ya never heard of me yet guaranteeing my defeat. Yer so consumed with self-doubt that ya can't see that the ONLY thing yer accomplishin' with this back-peddlin' double-talk is to further unveil the poser hidin' inside ya as ya continue to front!
(nods his head disparagingly before continuing.....)
MAELSTROM: Guess it's a little more than just butterflies in yer stomach or a tingling sensation up and down that transparent, yellow spine that yer feelin'. The eleventh hour has a way of inducing that type of behavior in pretenders ya know. The more ya front, the more fragile yer facade becomes. I wonder Jon, not that I really care mind ya, but do ya REALLY believe in yer own crap or do ya simply absent-mindedly MANURE-facture it on demand to fertilize yer own starvin' ego? Hell, Jon, if farmers could only harness the crap that comes outta yer mouth as fertilizer, you'd probably end world hunger! But ya can only dream and fantasize for so long Jon, before ya ultimately have to deal with reality! Reality that yer too damn predictable! Then again, that does tend to be the trait of most animated cliche's, particularly of the never-have-been wannabee types? While I was sitting here watching ya blather on, I was suddenly overcome with an overwhelming sense of pathos for ya 'cuz it kinda dawned on me that for all yer bravado.... all yer "Mr. Tough Guy" antics.... yer nothin' more than an ignorant lost soul incapable of grasping or even recognizing the irrefutable fact that yer simply NOT as good as ya make yerself out to be!
(rises from his stool and motions for the cameraman to follow him .....)
MAELSTROM: Guess yer mind isn't used to puttin' in the O.T. eh Jon? That much is becoming increasingly evident with every mic spot. Then again, what else is new? I raise the bar an' all ya can do is strain as ya attempt to reach for it. Now ya don't have to take MY word for it Jon.... 'specially since I know ya won't! The reality of it all though is that ya have absolutely NO idea what ya got yerself into when ya agreed to face me.......
MAELSTROM: ..... but ya will... Very soon indeed, ya will.....
(Maelstrom's faint smile widens as he gets up off the stool and steps away and out of our view. Seconds later, members of the camera crew begin to crowd around the frankfuter pushcart, indulging their hunger. And during all this, Jon Savage's image on the monitor behind them continues rambling on, incoherently at this distance, as we slowly...... FADE OUT....)
JonMayhew71
League Member
Hate to shatter your fantasy.....
An Open Letter to Maelstrom;
Sir, it seems that one of us is living in a fantasy world. Since I am well-grounded in REALITY and have both feet planted on the ground, then you are the one who is living in this fantasy world.
First of all, I know exactly what I'm getting into. See, I am going to be victorious after I face you. I know that in your addleminded state, I'm not going to have any problems defeating you. And by the looks of your diet, you shant be in too good of shape (was the frankfurter representation of a falic symbol? Are you batting from "the other side of the plate?"
A wise man once said "fear is evident by actions of a fearful man." Well, Maelstrom, you are a fearful man. You are afraid of losing to me and that's understandable. While it's something that I know you are accustomed to, for some reason you have this obsession with me. That's not healthy, so what I've done to ensure that you have a higher level of mental health is add my own stipulation to our match.
Basically, if you lose to me, then you will go to the local sanitorium there in Racine for 30 days for a mental evaluation by a doctor of my choosing, Dr. Rogers.
I must say that your reference to me being "yellow" is incorrect. I have never backed down from a challenge, Lamestrom...I mean Maelstrom...and I'm certainly not going to back down now. You are nothing more than a mere speedbump on the way to the GLCW crown. Once I drive over you, I'll pick up speed and be on my way to the title......and you'll be on your way to the whackatorium for a badly needed rest.
Let the fans, those idiots, dolts, and morons you embrace so quickly, deal with that when your lifeless bag of bones is laying in the ring while my hand is raised in victory.
Signed, The Winner
Jon Savage
An Open Letter to Maelstrom;
Sir, it seems that one of us is living in a fantasy world. Since I am well-grounded in REALITY and have both feet planted on the ground, then you are the one who is living in this fantasy world.
First of all, I know exactly what I'm getting into. See, I am going to be victorious after I face you. I know that in your addleminded state, I'm not going to have any problems defeating you. And by the looks of your diet, you shant be in too good of shape (was the frankfurter representation of a falic symbol? Are you batting from "the other side of the plate?"
A wise man once said "fear is evident by actions of a fearful man." Well, Maelstrom, you are a fearful man. You are afraid of losing to me and that's understandable. While it's something that I know you are accustomed to, for some reason you have this obsession with me. That's not healthy, so what I've done to ensure that you have a higher level of mental health is add my own stipulation to our match.
Basically, if you lose to me, then you will go to the local sanitorium there in Racine for 30 days for a mental evaluation by a doctor of my choosing, Dr. Rogers.
I must say that your reference to me being "yellow" is incorrect. I have never backed down from a challenge, Lamestrom...I mean Maelstrom...and I'm certainly not going to back down now. You are nothing more than a mere speedbump on the way to the GLCW crown. Once I drive over you, I'll pick up speed and be on my way to the title......and you'll be on your way to the whackatorium for a badly needed rest.
Let the fans, those idiots, dolts, and morons you embrace so quickly, deal with that when your lifeless bag of bones is laying in the ring while my hand is raised in victory.
Signed, The Winner
Jon Savage
J
JLebron
Guest
The edible-words seminar.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-02 AT 07:02 PM (EDT)](FADE IN..... a classroom setting where we see a figure with his back to us. He's wearing a graduates black cap and gown and is writing on the blackboard. Whether he is oblivious to our presence or whether he simply chooses to ignore us will never be known. He stops momentarily to erase part of the board, then resumes writing. After he finishes, he steps back a few steps and admires his work with a nod of his head. On one side we see a graph with the names Maelstrom and Jon Savage written in vertical fashion on the left, and above the graph are the following columns: Redundancy, Ignorance, Rationalizations, Contradictions and Pettiness. Above the blackboard is a huge clock with the words "countdown to an ass-kicking" printed on the face. The hands are currently pointing at 11 o'clock. Apparently satisfied with his work, the figure turns around and the camera begins slowly panning from the ground up, revealing construction boots, loose-fitting jeans with the black gown wide open displaying chiseled stomach muscles and a barrel-chest before it finally moves up to reveal the cynical smile on the face of the man known simply as......)
MAELSTROM: Ah, welcome to my "edible-words" seminar, where we tear down an opponents facade, proving once and for all that he's full of S(BLEEP)T, and then prepare his appetite for the empty, hollow promises he's about to eat.
(claps his hands loudly together and immediately a large cloud of chalk dust erupts in front of him. He steps back, squinting his eyes as he does so and waits for the dust to evaporate. When it does, he smiles and tosses the tassel hanging limply from the graduate caps side over to the opposite side and resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: Today we'll be addressing a recent letter from one Jon Savage, and before ya ask..... NO! There's no relation to that Randy Savage guy we've all heard about. That Randy guy is "fictitious" while this Jon Savage is...... (gives a sarcastic reaction and rolls his eyes as he does the quote thingie with his fingers) "well-grounded".
(reaches over and picks up a pointer)
MAELSTROM: Okay, so for now, I don't need to go into the contents of Mr. Savage's letter because to be perfectly honest, it's really not much different from his previous mic spots. Which brings us to comparison point number one on the checklist.
(directs the pointer at the column titled Redundancy)
MAELSTROM: We have just established that Mr. Savage has "consistently" spoken in a redundant manner throughout each and every one of his mic spots soooooooo......
(walks over and places a check mark underneath the "Redundancy column" by Jon Savage's name)
MAELSTROM: While perusing this highly-opinionated letter further, we saw that Mr. Savage has YET AGAIN contradicted himself.
(walks toward the other side of the blackboard and pulls down the slide-show screen. He then motions to someone offstage and immediately the slide-show screen comes alive with a mimeographed copy of Jon Savage's letter. Maelstrom then circles a few words on the screen in red and then begins making references to them with the pointer.....)
MAELSTROM: As we can plainly see here, Mr. Savage states that he is "NOT" going to have any problems defeating me, however, a paragraph later, in the description of his new stipulation, he clearly states "IF" I lose, then I'll have to go to yadda, yadda, yadda..... What's the matter Jon, can't make up yer mind if yer SURE ya can defeat me or not? (grins cynically) Well, that undoubtedly brings us to comparison point number two on the checklist. Contradictions! Unwittingly, ya just proved my point of just how insecure ya really are! Needless to say, that merits yet another check mark for Mr. Jon Savage. But ya know what? IT DOESN'T END THERE!! NO!! NOT BY A LONG SHOT! 'Cuz Mr. Savage, for lack of anythin' intelligent to say has now resorted to the skillful art of pre-school name mocking!!
(slaps the pointer down against the words on the screen which read.....)
MAELSTROM: LAMESTROM?! C'mon on now Jon. Ya done gone and shattered my image of ya! Just when I thought ya couldn't be any more pettier, ya do a thing like this! Ya know what that means now dontcha?
(grins mischievously as he checks off the Pettiness column next to Jon Savage's name)
MAELSTROM: Hmmm..... Looks like ya might have a clean sweep here Jon. Anyhows, moving right along, we go next to the Ignorance column. Now Jon, why ya felt the need to introduce, as you wrote in yer letter, "falic" references into this is beyond me. Oh and by the way Jon, I DO believe the word is spelled P-H-A-L-L-I-C so ya may wanna consider taking some of my other classes I hold for the illiterate and those with ADD. If yer interested, just let me know, I'll give ya a good rate, maybe not as good as Lyla's two-dollar deal, but a good deal altogether. (chuckles to himself) But I digress, I wouldn't even bother to dignify that P-H-A-L-L-I-C question of yers with a response, but if ya still desire one, ya may want to ask Lyla 'bout that since I understand she recently earned two dollars the HARD way. (winks and grins) Know what I mean bud? By the way, (slaps something on the table) almost forgot, here are the two dollars. When I can, I try avoiding the interest charges when I use credit. Oh and just so you'll know Jon, it's a well known fact that those who make P-H-A-L-L-I-C comparisons as you do are generally the ones who have issues and hang-ups about it. So ya might wanna seek help from that Dr. Rogers of yers when ya get the chance. But it doesn't end there. This is a DOUBLE bonus column. Ya made reference of how my calling ya yellow is incorrect 'cuz ya never backed down from a challenge? Well bud, ya need to look beyond the obvious! I was referring to the hidin' yer doin' behind yer contradictions and rationalizations, not yer (mocks a sarcastic expression)oh-so-impressive pseudo-machismo performances.
(walks over and places a check mark in the ignorance column next to Jon Savage's name)
MAELSTROM: Which coincidentally brings us to our final category Jon. RATIONALIZATION!
(walks over to the slide-show screen and pulls it down slightly then releases it. It snaps back up loudly with finality. He then turns, faces us again, raises a finger to his lips and does a sssshhhhing sound as he looks right, then left before resuming in whispering tones......)
MAELSTROM: (whispering) now we all know that between you and me, yer the ONLY one who has made excuses, who has tried to downplay, who has..... (BEGINS YELLING) TRIED TO RATIONALIZE HIS LOSSES!!!
(falls silent and gives a sheepish grin)
MAELSTROM: So of course ya know what that means now dontcha Jon?
(walks over and checks off the final column by Jon Savage’s name and stands back to study the graph. With a smile on his face, he resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: So in conclusion Mr. Jon Savage, it would seem that the traits we’ve just proven you have, (glances at the graph) add validity to the fact that it’s YOU who’s living the LIE in yer own custom-made fantasy world.... but it’s cool, there’s still hope for you yet, ‘cuz when we meet, I’m gonna school ya in the painful art of ..... REALITY!
(without saying another word, Maelstrom takes the graduates cap off his head and flings it directly at the camera. Maelstrom’s image is momentarily obscured from our view as the cap strikes the camera’s lens. That only lasts for a split-second, but when we get the image back, Maelstrom is gone and we find ourselve staring at the clock above the blackboard which sorta glares back at us, with its face defiantly displaying it's “count-down to an asskicking” message as the hands move omininously closer to the twelfth hour.... FADE OUT......)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-02 AT 07:02 PM (EDT)](FADE IN..... a classroom setting where we see a figure with his back to us. He's wearing a graduates black cap and gown and is writing on the blackboard. Whether he is oblivious to our presence or whether he simply chooses to ignore us will never be known. He stops momentarily to erase part of the board, then resumes writing. After he finishes, he steps back a few steps and admires his work with a nod of his head. On one side we see a graph with the names Maelstrom and Jon Savage written in vertical fashion on the left, and above the graph are the following columns: Redundancy, Ignorance, Rationalizations, Contradictions and Pettiness. Above the blackboard is a huge clock with the words "countdown to an ass-kicking" printed on the face. The hands are currently pointing at 11 o'clock. Apparently satisfied with his work, the figure turns around and the camera begins slowly panning from the ground up, revealing construction boots, loose-fitting jeans with the black gown wide open displaying chiseled stomach muscles and a barrel-chest before it finally moves up to reveal the cynical smile on the face of the man known simply as......)
MAELSTROM: Ah, welcome to my "edible-words" seminar, where we tear down an opponents facade, proving once and for all that he's full of S(BLEEP)T, and then prepare his appetite for the empty, hollow promises he's about to eat.
(claps his hands loudly together and immediately a large cloud of chalk dust erupts in front of him. He steps back, squinting his eyes as he does so and waits for the dust to evaporate. When it does, he smiles and tosses the tassel hanging limply from the graduate caps side over to the opposite side and resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: Today we'll be addressing a recent letter from one Jon Savage, and before ya ask..... NO! There's no relation to that Randy Savage guy we've all heard about. That Randy guy is "fictitious" while this Jon Savage is...... (gives a sarcastic reaction and rolls his eyes as he does the quote thingie with his fingers) "well-grounded".
(reaches over and picks up a pointer)
MAELSTROM: Okay, so for now, I don't need to go into the contents of Mr. Savage's letter because to be perfectly honest, it's really not much different from his previous mic spots. Which brings us to comparison point number one on the checklist.
(directs the pointer at the column titled Redundancy)
MAELSTROM: We have just established that Mr. Savage has "consistently" spoken in a redundant manner throughout each and every one of his mic spots soooooooo......
(walks over and places a check mark underneath the "Redundancy column" by Jon Savage's name)
MAELSTROM: While perusing this highly-opinionated letter further, we saw that Mr. Savage has YET AGAIN contradicted himself.
(walks toward the other side of the blackboard and pulls down the slide-show screen. He then motions to someone offstage and immediately the slide-show screen comes alive with a mimeographed copy of Jon Savage's letter. Maelstrom then circles a few words on the screen in red and then begins making references to them with the pointer.....)
MAELSTROM: As we can plainly see here, Mr. Savage states that he is "NOT" going to have any problems defeating me, however, a paragraph later, in the description of his new stipulation, he clearly states "IF" I lose, then I'll have to go to yadda, yadda, yadda..... What's the matter Jon, can't make up yer mind if yer SURE ya can defeat me or not? (grins cynically) Well, that undoubtedly brings us to comparison point number two on the checklist. Contradictions! Unwittingly, ya just proved my point of just how insecure ya really are! Needless to say, that merits yet another check mark for Mr. Jon Savage. But ya know what? IT DOESN'T END THERE!! NO!! NOT BY A LONG SHOT! 'Cuz Mr. Savage, for lack of anythin' intelligent to say has now resorted to the skillful art of pre-school name mocking!!
(slaps the pointer down against the words on the screen which read.....)
MAELSTROM: LAMESTROM?! C'mon on now Jon. Ya done gone and shattered my image of ya! Just when I thought ya couldn't be any more pettier, ya do a thing like this! Ya know what that means now dontcha?
(grins mischievously as he checks off the Pettiness column next to Jon Savage's name)
MAELSTROM: Hmmm..... Looks like ya might have a clean sweep here Jon. Anyhows, moving right along, we go next to the Ignorance column. Now Jon, why ya felt the need to introduce, as you wrote in yer letter, "falic" references into this is beyond me. Oh and by the way Jon, I DO believe the word is spelled P-H-A-L-L-I-C so ya may wanna consider taking some of my other classes I hold for the illiterate and those with ADD. If yer interested, just let me know, I'll give ya a good rate, maybe not as good as Lyla's two-dollar deal, but a good deal altogether. (chuckles to himself) But I digress, I wouldn't even bother to dignify that P-H-A-L-L-I-C question of yers with a response, but if ya still desire one, ya may want to ask Lyla 'bout that since I understand she recently earned two dollars the HARD way. (winks and grins) Know what I mean bud? By the way, (slaps something on the table) almost forgot, here are the two dollars. When I can, I try avoiding the interest charges when I use credit. Oh and just so you'll know Jon, it's a well known fact that those who make P-H-A-L-L-I-C comparisons as you do are generally the ones who have issues and hang-ups about it. So ya might wanna seek help from that Dr. Rogers of yers when ya get the chance. But it doesn't end there. This is a DOUBLE bonus column. Ya made reference of how my calling ya yellow is incorrect 'cuz ya never backed down from a challenge? Well bud, ya need to look beyond the obvious! I was referring to the hidin' yer doin' behind yer contradictions and rationalizations, not yer (mocks a sarcastic expression)oh-so-impressive pseudo-machismo performances.
(walks over and places a check mark in the ignorance column next to Jon Savage's name)
MAELSTROM: Which coincidentally brings us to our final category Jon. RATIONALIZATION!
(walks over to the slide-show screen and pulls it down slightly then releases it. It snaps back up loudly with finality. He then turns, faces us again, raises a finger to his lips and does a sssshhhhing sound as he looks right, then left before resuming in whispering tones......)
MAELSTROM: (whispering) now we all know that between you and me, yer the ONLY one who has made excuses, who has tried to downplay, who has..... (BEGINS YELLING) TRIED TO RATIONALIZE HIS LOSSES!!!
(falls silent and gives a sheepish grin)
MAELSTROM: So of course ya know what that means now dontcha Jon?
(walks over and checks off the final column by Jon Savage’s name and stands back to study the graph. With a smile on his face, he resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: So in conclusion Mr. Jon Savage, it would seem that the traits we’ve just proven you have, (glances at the graph) add validity to the fact that it’s YOU who’s living the LIE in yer own custom-made fantasy world.... but it’s cool, there’s still hope for you yet, ‘cuz when we meet, I’m gonna school ya in the painful art of ..... REALITY!
(without saying another word, Maelstrom takes the graduates cap off his head and flings it directly at the camera. Maelstrom’s image is momentarily obscured from our view as the cap strikes the camera’s lens. That only lasts for a split-second, but when we get the image back, Maelstrom is gone and we find ourselve staring at the clock above the blackboard which sorta glares back at us, with its face defiantly displaying it's “count-down to an asskicking” message as the hands move omininously closer to the twelfth hour.... FADE OUT......)
JonMayhew71
League Member
If Bullsh*t was gold, you'd be a millionaire.
(Camera fades into a set with nothing but a blue-lighted background. Jon Savage is shown in a 3-piece Armani suit and he is holding a microphone.)
SAVAGE: Maelstrom, Maelstrom, Maelstrom. How many times do I have to tell ya? Don't try to be more intelligent than you are because you are only making yourself look like a horses a$$. All of your attempts to get to me haven't worked. It's made me laugh....hysterically....almost to the point of crying. However, it is the eve of Racine Riptide. The focus now changes from the truth, which I have spoken since moment one, to concentrating on HOW I am going to defeat you. See, WHEN you lose, not only are you gone, but you're in a psycho ward for a full 30 days. Then, you're out of my hair. Now there are many ways to tear you down. I could do it mentally and emotionally, but you wouldn't suffer as long as I would like for you to. Being a freak, you would only find that amusing.
(short pause)
SAVAGE: Well, Maelstrom, let me tell you what I find amusing. The thoughts of beating you SO bad you're unrecognizable. The thoughts of walking over your prone carca$$ while my hand's raised in victory. The thoughts of hearing my name and "winner" in the same sentence. These thoughts amuse me to the point THEY WILL HAPPEN. I've got a little "insurance policy" to be sure it happens. I GUARANTEE IT!!!!!
(another short pause)
SAVAGE: If I were you, I would prepare a "Surviving Savage Survival Kit." (stagehand rolls out a box) The first item in the box is a crying towel. This is for you to use after your loss to me. The next item...(reaches in the box)....is a large box of bandages. These are for the many wounds you will suffer. The third item (reaches in box) is a pillow, to try to comfort your a$$ after it's been beaten. There is one more item.....(reaches in the box)....and it's a quarter. I want you to use this quarter to call your best -- if you even have one -- friend to cry ABOUT YOUR LOSS TO ME. Nuff said.
FTB
(Camera fades into a set with nothing but a blue-lighted background. Jon Savage is shown in a 3-piece Armani suit and he is holding a microphone.)
SAVAGE: Maelstrom, Maelstrom, Maelstrom. How many times do I have to tell ya? Don't try to be more intelligent than you are because you are only making yourself look like a horses a$$. All of your attempts to get to me haven't worked. It's made me laugh....hysterically....almost to the point of crying. However, it is the eve of Racine Riptide. The focus now changes from the truth, which I have spoken since moment one, to concentrating on HOW I am going to defeat you. See, WHEN you lose, not only are you gone, but you're in a psycho ward for a full 30 days. Then, you're out of my hair. Now there are many ways to tear you down. I could do it mentally and emotionally, but you wouldn't suffer as long as I would like for you to. Being a freak, you would only find that amusing.
(short pause)
SAVAGE: Well, Maelstrom, let me tell you what I find amusing. The thoughts of beating you SO bad you're unrecognizable. The thoughts of walking over your prone carca$$ while my hand's raised in victory. The thoughts of hearing my name and "winner" in the same sentence. These thoughts amuse me to the point THEY WILL HAPPEN. I've got a little "insurance policy" to be sure it happens. I GUARANTEE IT!!!!!
(another short pause)
SAVAGE: If I were you, I would prepare a "Surviving Savage Survival Kit." (stagehand rolls out a box) The first item in the box is a crying towel. This is for you to use after your loss to me. The next item...(reaches in the box)....is a large box of bandages. These are for the many wounds you will suffer. The third item (reaches in box) is a pillow, to try to comfort your a$$ after it's been beaten. There is one more item.....(reaches in the box)....and it's a quarter. I want you to use this quarter to call your best -- if you even have one -- friend to cry ABOUT YOUR LOSS TO ME. Nuff said.
FTB
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JLebron
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Insomniac's dream.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-02 AT 08:28 PM (EDT)](FADE TO.... the sounds of Jon Savage's latest mic spot emanating from a T.V. monitor which is abruptly interrupted again by an occasional episode of what sounds like snoring. This time the camera pans back a bit more and notices a director-style chair set a few feet from the T.V. monitor. Its back is to us however. The cameras slowly pan to the side of the chair where we find, a slumbering, snoring Maelstrom. His elbow leans on one of the chair's arms with his head resting lazily against his fist. He seems totally oblivious of the cameras as well as the comments emanating from Savage's promo on the T.V....)
SAVAGE PROMO EXCERPT:
"------focus now changes from the truth, which I have spoken since moment one, to concentrating on HOW I am going to defeat you. See, WHEN you lose, not only are you gone, but------"
(interrupted yet again, this time by a very loud and drawn out YAWN.....)
MAELSTROM: (yawning and stretching) UUUUGGHHH! Whew! Man, can't remember the last time I fell asleep so fast.... so easily! And I owe it ALL to.....
(yawns again, then stares at the Savage promo still in progress on the T.V. monitor in front of him. With a wry smile on his face he casts a mischievous glance towards the cameras and resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: JON SAVAGE! Hell, had I known that I coulda used these Savage promos as a sedative, I woulda ran out to BlockBuster and rented a few of yer redundant ramblings instead of buying these damn Ambien pills! (briefly displays the Ambien bottle before tossing it across the room) As you can probably tell by now Jon, I haven't had the chance to (gives a sarcastic look) really appreciate yer latest mic spot, but to be honest with you....
(glances momentarily at the T.V. monitor where Savage is still conducting his mic spot.... after a few moments he glances back towards the camera and resumes speaking....)
MAELSTROM: I really don't think I'm missing anythin' "new" or for that matter "important". But I'll give credit where credit is due.... ya DO have talent! Hell, ya afforded me a bit of comic relief throughout yer mic spots, and now ya may just have answered the insomniac's dream for a cure! (grins cynically) Just do me a favor though, will ya Jon?
(pauses momentarily, then resumes again....)
MAELSTROM: Just don't STUMBLE on yer "count-down" to MY demise, okay?
(Maelstrom winks at the camera and then turns to view the rest of Savage's promo which, surprisingly, is STILL airing. Moments later, we begin to hear the unmistakeable sounds of snoring as Maelstrom is once again...... fast asleep.... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-02 AT 08:28 PM (EDT)](FADE TO.... the sounds of Jon Savage's latest mic spot emanating from a T.V. monitor which is abruptly interrupted again by an occasional episode of what sounds like snoring. This time the camera pans back a bit more and notices a director-style chair set a few feet from the T.V. monitor. Its back is to us however. The cameras slowly pan to the side of the chair where we find, a slumbering, snoring Maelstrom. His elbow leans on one of the chair's arms with his head resting lazily against his fist. He seems totally oblivious of the cameras as well as the comments emanating from Savage's promo on the T.V....)
SAVAGE PROMO EXCERPT:
"------focus now changes from the truth, which I have spoken since moment one, to concentrating on HOW I am going to defeat you. See, WHEN you lose, not only are you gone, but------"
(interrupted yet again, this time by a very loud and drawn out YAWN.....)
MAELSTROM: (yawning and stretching) UUUUGGHHH! Whew! Man, can't remember the last time I fell asleep so fast.... so easily! And I owe it ALL to.....
(yawns again, then stares at the Savage promo still in progress on the T.V. monitor in front of him. With a wry smile on his face he casts a mischievous glance towards the cameras and resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: JON SAVAGE! Hell, had I known that I coulda used these Savage promos as a sedative, I woulda ran out to BlockBuster and rented a few of yer redundant ramblings instead of buying these damn Ambien pills! (briefly displays the Ambien bottle before tossing it across the room) As you can probably tell by now Jon, I haven't had the chance to (gives a sarcastic look) really appreciate yer latest mic spot, but to be honest with you....
(glances momentarily at the T.V. monitor where Savage is still conducting his mic spot.... after a few moments he glances back towards the camera and resumes speaking....)
MAELSTROM: I really don't think I'm missing anythin' "new" or for that matter "important". But I'll give credit where credit is due.... ya DO have talent! Hell, ya afforded me a bit of comic relief throughout yer mic spots, and now ya may just have answered the insomniac's dream for a cure! (grins cynically) Just do me a favor though, will ya Jon?
(pauses momentarily, then resumes again....)
MAELSTROM: Just don't STUMBLE on yer "count-down" to MY demise, okay?
(Maelstrom winks at the camera and then turns to view the rest of Savage's promo which, surprisingly, is STILL airing. Moments later, we begin to hear the unmistakeable sounds of snoring as Maelstrom is once again...... fast asleep.... FADE OUT....)
JonMayhew71
League Member
RE: Insomniac's dream.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-02 AT 09:25 PM (EDT)](Camera fades into Jon Savage watching television -- the comedy channel on satellite -- and laughing hysterically. In the "picture in picture," there's Maelstrom's latest promo.)
SAVAGE: I don't know which one is funnier. The comedy channel, or that boob Maelstrom, who now seems to be 'bored" with me. Letting "yer" guard down? What kind of dialect is "yer?" Are you from "da hood" in Brooklyn or just uneducated? I get the impression from reading your boorish responses to my intellectually gifted promos (not mic spots) that you are even more threatened by me than ever......
(pauses as he sips on 100 year-old champagne)
SAVAGE: (mocking Maelstrom) "oooh....don't know why you changed your rp.....you're boring me......boo hoo, my name is Maelstrom and I can't even wipe my butt without writing so much redundancy" well, wah, wah, wah, blah, blah, blah. B**ch and moan, b**ch and moan. (wiping eyes) cry me a river, why don't ya? Your Surviving Savage Survival Kit contained a crying towel. Shame that you used it for that last pathetic promo because you're gonna need a crying towel after our match. You'll also need a good doctor, traction, and maybe one of those freak-of-nature girls -- the unshowered, unkempt treacherously vile granola females that you surround yourself with -- to read to you in the hospital while you eat food through a straw. I also hope you find a good therapist to tell the nightmares you're having about me to. (mocking Maelstrom) "oooh, yer boring the hell outta me....." (yawns) Oh sorry, I ususlly yawn when I have to respond to the comments of an idiot. So Lamestrom, get ready for the beating of your life.
(pause)
SAVAGE: I'm through talking, and I'm certainly through toying with you. You no longer amuse me. Frankly, you bore me so terribly that it's time to kick your a$$ and send you off to the insane asylum where you belong. I'd be doing GLCW a BIG FAVOR after my hand is raised in victory. (mocking Maelstrom again) 'Nuff said.
FTB
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-02 AT 09:25 PM (EDT)](Camera fades into Jon Savage watching television -- the comedy channel on satellite -- and laughing hysterically. In the "picture in picture," there's Maelstrom's latest promo.)
SAVAGE: I don't know which one is funnier. The comedy channel, or that boob Maelstrom, who now seems to be 'bored" with me. Letting "yer" guard down? What kind of dialect is "yer?" Are you from "da hood" in Brooklyn or just uneducated? I get the impression from reading your boorish responses to my intellectually gifted promos (not mic spots) that you are even more threatened by me than ever......
(pauses as he sips on 100 year-old champagne)
SAVAGE: (mocking Maelstrom) "oooh....don't know why you changed your rp.....you're boring me......boo hoo, my name is Maelstrom and I can't even wipe my butt without writing so much redundancy" well, wah, wah, wah, blah, blah, blah. B**ch and moan, b**ch and moan. (wiping eyes) cry me a river, why don't ya? Your Surviving Savage Survival Kit contained a crying towel. Shame that you used it for that last pathetic promo because you're gonna need a crying towel after our match. You'll also need a good doctor, traction, and maybe one of those freak-of-nature girls -- the unshowered, unkempt treacherously vile granola females that you surround yourself with -- to read to you in the hospital while you eat food through a straw. I also hope you find a good therapist to tell the nightmares you're having about me to. (mocking Maelstrom) "oooh, yer boring the hell outta me....." (yawns) Oh sorry, I ususlly yawn when I have to respond to the comments of an idiot. So Lamestrom, get ready for the beating of your life.
(pause)
SAVAGE: I'm through talking, and I'm certainly through toying with you. You no longer amuse me. Frankly, you bore me so terribly that it's time to kick your a$$ and send you off to the insane asylum where you belong. I'd be doing GLCW a BIG FAVOR after my hand is raised in victory. (mocking Maelstrom again) 'Nuff said.
FTB
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JLebron
Guest
The fun has just started....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-02 AT 10:13 PM (EDT)](FADE IN... yet again to a black & white screen which is moving unsteadily, as if the camera were being set up. Suddenly it stops moving and a HUGE eye pops in front of our view then just as quickly, disappears. Seconds later, the picture goes black only to return momentarily again, this time with Maelstrom sitting atop a garbage can in what appears to be a back alley of sorts. The picture is still black and white and Maelstrom is of course, smiling mischievously......)
MAELSTROM: Jon, I've been meaning to ask ya something.... exactly HOW MANY TIMES are ya gonna say..."Nuff said"? I mean, ya been saying it with nearly every mic spot yet ya continue to come back with the same ole' rhetoric! Kinda contradictory wouldn't ya say?
(grins cynically)
MAELSTROM: Well, I've learned to expect that from ya, as well as the insults and innuendos that come 'cuz ya lack the ability to say anything relevant. But ya do tend to take audacity to new limits with each mic spot of yers. It's bad 'nuff that ya ramble on and on and on 'bout the same ole crap, probably cuz ya lack any type of originality I'm guessing, but now yer claiming I'm uneducated yet YOU are the one who dropped the ball and got egg all over his face by mis-spelling P-H-A-L-L-I-C in yer letter..... wouldn't surprise me if yer phallic-issues run much deeper than simply mis-spelling the word. Would 'splain some of yer apparent frustrations not to mention Lyla's.
(chuckles to himself as he shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: I wouldn't worry though Jon 'cuz in my opinion, you ARE making an impression on us all (laughs cynically) yes sir ya are, one that no one will soon forget either. Ya see Jon, I don't need to FRONT like ya do, by parading around in Armani suits, cutting mic spots from expensive mansions, or sipping 100-year-old champagne.... know why bud?
(smiles faintly)
MAELSTROM: It's 'cuz I'm NOT trying to impress anyone nor am I trying to be something I'm not! So go on and pose in yer suits, drinking yer fancy champaign in yer mansion..... I'll stick to wearing my tattered jeans and boots, drinkin' my beer on tap right here atop this ole' garbage can in this dirty alley. Ya wanna delude yerself into thinking that (points to self) I'M the one who's scared? The one who's fronting? The one who's gonna be forced to eat his words? Go right ahead.... live the fantasy while ya can, cuz soon enough, you'll awake from yer dream and find that the nightmare looms ever closer once all is said and done. All that aside, it's a shame that you no longer find me amusing, that yer through toying with me.... cuz to be totally honest with you......
(smiles cynically)
MAELSTROM: for me... the fun has JUST started.....
(Maelstrom walks over to the camera until his image is just too big to fit on our screen, then without warning, the screen goes BLACK.....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-03-02 AT 10:13 PM (EDT)](FADE IN... yet again to a black & white screen which is moving unsteadily, as if the camera were being set up. Suddenly it stops moving and a HUGE eye pops in front of our view then just as quickly, disappears. Seconds later, the picture goes black only to return momentarily again, this time with Maelstrom sitting atop a garbage can in what appears to be a back alley of sorts. The picture is still black and white and Maelstrom is of course, smiling mischievously......)
MAELSTROM: Jon, I've been meaning to ask ya something.... exactly HOW MANY TIMES are ya gonna say..."Nuff said"? I mean, ya been saying it with nearly every mic spot yet ya continue to come back with the same ole' rhetoric! Kinda contradictory wouldn't ya say?
(grins cynically)
MAELSTROM: Well, I've learned to expect that from ya, as well as the insults and innuendos that come 'cuz ya lack the ability to say anything relevant. But ya do tend to take audacity to new limits with each mic spot of yers. It's bad 'nuff that ya ramble on and on and on 'bout the same ole crap, probably cuz ya lack any type of originality I'm guessing, but now yer claiming I'm uneducated yet YOU are the one who dropped the ball and got egg all over his face by mis-spelling P-H-A-L-L-I-C in yer letter..... wouldn't surprise me if yer phallic-issues run much deeper than simply mis-spelling the word. Would 'splain some of yer apparent frustrations not to mention Lyla's.
(chuckles to himself as he shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: I wouldn't worry though Jon 'cuz in my opinion, you ARE making an impression on us all (laughs cynically) yes sir ya are, one that no one will soon forget either. Ya see Jon, I don't need to FRONT like ya do, by parading around in Armani suits, cutting mic spots from expensive mansions, or sipping 100-year-old champagne.... know why bud?
(smiles faintly)
MAELSTROM: It's 'cuz I'm NOT trying to impress anyone nor am I trying to be something I'm not! So go on and pose in yer suits, drinking yer fancy champaign in yer mansion..... I'll stick to wearing my tattered jeans and boots, drinkin' my beer on tap right here atop this ole' garbage can in this dirty alley. Ya wanna delude yerself into thinking that (points to self) I'M the one who's scared? The one who's fronting? The one who's gonna be forced to eat his words? Go right ahead.... live the fantasy while ya can, cuz soon enough, you'll awake from yer dream and find that the nightmare looms ever closer once all is said and done. All that aside, it's a shame that you no longer find me amusing, that yer through toying with me.... cuz to be totally honest with you......
(smiles cynically)
MAELSTROM: for me... the fun has JUST started.....
(Maelstrom walks over to the camera until his image is just too big to fit on our screen, then without warning, the screen goes BLACK.....)