TBirdSCIL
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Maelstrom vs. "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill
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JLebron
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All roads lead to where I am.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-12-02 AT 09:01 PM (EDT)](FADE IN...... a surreal sunset, a long winding golden brick road leading directly to a park bench where we spy a lone figure. He sits with his rear on the top of the back support with his feet planted on the seat of the bench. His elbows rest on his knees with the fingers of either hand interlocked with each other. His long black mane hangs limply forward as he stares down at the ground. Somewhere away from this scene, we hear a voice yell out, "Okay, we're ready", at which point the figure sitting on the bench raises his head and stares directly at us. He's sporting somewhat of a half-smirk and has a small bandage on the side of his head. It's at that instant that we realize we're about to hear words from the man known simply as......)
MAELSTROM: So the next page in this GLCW chapter turns and we see a 'GOOD OLE' Boy takin' on a "Lost Cause"? (chuckles to himself) I mean that IS the reference ya made 'bout me a few weeks ago isn't it O'Neill? That and of course some sorta disparagin' remark 'bout my being old?
(gets up and studies himself in an animated manner then sits back down and feigns pensive thinking, after a few moments he resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: Hell O'Neill, while I know it may SEEM that I've been around forever tormenting, conquering and humiliating just about anyone who steps upon this golden road here..... ya know what?
(looks around and motions for the camera to come closer as he begins whispering......)
MAELSTROM: that's nothing compared to how you'll feel DURING our confrontation......
(begins chuckling and winks)
MAELSTROM: Reality has a way of making time stand still when it comes face to face with denial. But that's something you'll find out for yerself...... just like every other pretender has before ya. But don't take MY word for it, just ask the members of CC, aka the "Conquest Club". John Savage was the newest inductee and the last I saw of him he was working the concession stand during the last event. Now that's a LONG way to fall from grace after beating his chest the way he did..... he found out about reality the HARD way O'Neill, just like you will....... just like......
(pauses as he absent-mindedly puts a hand to his bandaged head)
MAELSTROM: .... Manson will also. When I catch up to his cowardly ass, there'll be NO thumbs up for him for that event..... all in good time though.....
(stops in mid sentence as a tumbleweed suddenly rolls across our view and stops right in front of him. There is no mistaking the genuine look of confusion in Maelstrom's eyes as he stares down at it. What happens next brings an even more surprised expression on his face as suddenly, appearing on the bottom half or our view is a what appears to be a person. All we can see is the top half of his head and portions of his back moving slowly towards the tumbleweed. Apparently the person is trying to crawl underneath the view of the camera to get at the tumbleweed. While Maelstrom continues to glare down with a look of disbelief in his eyes, the image shifts upward a bit so as to hide from our view the tumbleweed and the person retrieving it. When the image returns to its normal level, the tumbleweed is gone and we are left staring at Maelstrom shaking his head in a disparaging manner. He mumbles inaudibly before he resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya see O'Neill, it doesn't matter matter who the champ is...... or who holds what titles...... cuz ultimately, all roads lead to where I am......
(suddenly, the screen goes black and we lose the audio. A few seconds go by before we regain our audio and video. We hear someone yell, "Okay, that's a wrap! Let's set up for our next shoot, the 'Lost Cause' Chris O'Neill." In the background we see the bench being lifted and moved, someone walks by carrying a tumbleweed, and a couple of other stage hands busy themselves with taking apart the surreal sunset background. After a few moments, all that's left is a lone stage hand as he struggles to roll up the golden brick road which led to the bench where Maelstrom was sitting...... FADE OUT.....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-12-02 AT 09:01 PM (EDT)](FADE IN...... a surreal sunset, a long winding golden brick road leading directly to a park bench where we spy a lone figure. He sits with his rear on the top of the back support with his feet planted on the seat of the bench. His elbows rest on his knees with the fingers of either hand interlocked with each other. His long black mane hangs limply forward as he stares down at the ground. Somewhere away from this scene, we hear a voice yell out, "Okay, we're ready", at which point the figure sitting on the bench raises his head and stares directly at us. He's sporting somewhat of a half-smirk and has a small bandage on the side of his head. It's at that instant that we realize we're about to hear words from the man known simply as......)
MAELSTROM: So the next page in this GLCW chapter turns and we see a 'GOOD OLE' Boy takin' on a "Lost Cause"? (chuckles to himself) I mean that IS the reference ya made 'bout me a few weeks ago isn't it O'Neill? That and of course some sorta disparagin' remark 'bout my being old?
(gets up and studies himself in an animated manner then sits back down and feigns pensive thinking, after a few moments he resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: Hell O'Neill, while I know it may SEEM that I've been around forever tormenting, conquering and humiliating just about anyone who steps upon this golden road here..... ya know what?
(looks around and motions for the camera to come closer as he begins whispering......)
MAELSTROM: that's nothing compared to how you'll feel DURING our confrontation......
(begins chuckling and winks)
MAELSTROM: Reality has a way of making time stand still when it comes face to face with denial. But that's something you'll find out for yerself...... just like every other pretender has before ya. But don't take MY word for it, just ask the members of CC, aka the "Conquest Club". John Savage was the newest inductee and the last I saw of him he was working the concession stand during the last event. Now that's a LONG way to fall from grace after beating his chest the way he did..... he found out about reality the HARD way O'Neill, just like you will....... just like......
(pauses as he absent-mindedly puts a hand to his bandaged head)
MAELSTROM: .... Manson will also. When I catch up to his cowardly ass, there'll be NO thumbs up for him for that event..... all in good time though.....
(stops in mid sentence as a tumbleweed suddenly rolls across our view and stops right in front of him. There is no mistaking the genuine look of confusion in Maelstrom's eyes as he stares down at it. What happens next brings an even more surprised expression on his face as suddenly, appearing on the bottom half or our view is a what appears to be a person. All we can see is the top half of his head and portions of his back moving slowly towards the tumbleweed. Apparently the person is trying to crawl underneath the view of the camera to get at the tumbleweed. While Maelstrom continues to glare down with a look of disbelief in his eyes, the image shifts upward a bit so as to hide from our view the tumbleweed and the person retrieving it. When the image returns to its normal level, the tumbleweed is gone and we are left staring at Maelstrom shaking his head in a disparaging manner. He mumbles inaudibly before he resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya see O'Neill, it doesn't matter matter who the champ is...... or who holds what titles...... cuz ultimately, all roads lead to where I am......
(suddenly, the screen goes black and we lose the audio. A few seconds go by before we regain our audio and video. We hear someone yell, "Okay, that's a wrap! Let's set up for our next shoot, the 'Lost Cause' Chris O'Neill." In the background we see the bench being lifted and moved, someone walks by carrying a tumbleweed, and a couple of other stage hands busy themselves with taking apart the surreal sunset background. After a few moments, all that's left is a lone stage hand as he struggles to roll up the golden brick road which led to the bench where Maelstrom was sitting...... FADE OUT.....)
K
KING
Guest
OH MY GOD!!!!
Fade In: The site,a trendy coffee bar. The patrons, all preppy cyber geeks. The sore thumb, the bright red hair of a 'LOST CAUSE'. The camera circles the cafe', and then focuses behind the left shoulder of Chris O'Neil. He is logging on to the ever popular America Online.
V/O: WELCOME....YOU GOT MAIL!
(O'Neill's online mailbox is on the screen, as he deletes numerous porn, and free credit card ofers he come across and e-mail from the GLCW. Then camera appears to rest atop the flat computer screen. The look O'Neill gives his screen is undescribable. His hand begins to tremble as the coffee spills over the side of the large mug. Before the loud crash of the mug free falling to the ground.)
O'Neill:"M...A...E...l...S...T...R...O...M....This was nothing personal, it was just a way to get me over. I am way to young to DIE!
(By this time numerous teenage-acne faced employees have circled O'Neill, cleaning up the mug, making sure he was not hurt. Then one girl, realizes who it is and starts screaming. O'Neill is obviously flustered, and jumps up and runs out of the coffee shop.)
Cut To: Chris O'Neill is standing in front of the GLCW backdrop with is back to the camera. The back of his shirt reads "TRADITION SUCKS", as he slowly turns to face the camera, the front reads "NOT LICENSED...", cargo sorts, and his clear OAKLEYS.
O'Neill:"A little less then seventy-two hours ago, I damn near messed my pants. The thought of me versus the PANDORIAN BRICK WALL, was alittle to much for me to handle! Then I thought about, and all the things you could bill this match. "DAVID vs. GOLIATH, O'NEILL'S assisted SUICIDE, the list goes on and on! But why should I have to fear you, why should I fear an OLD MAN! Because the gains are far more substantial, then the loses. If I beat you, I am the talk of the GAME. If I lose, its not big deal! So I am not scared ANYMORE, and I stress ANYMORE! You layed out my yellow brick road, an I plan on following it, to my OZ! And whats my OZ, my OZ is beating you MAELSTROM, my OZ is finishing you! The wheels are churing, the ideas flowing, this will not be a typical cake walk, this is not a GIFT from the GLCW boking team. This is a WAR, yes I said a WAR! Yup, cause I am all about WRESTLING, ACTION, and REVOLUTION. Now, I am sure you will take my threats and warnings and brush them aside as mindless BS, and a complete waste of breath. And thats just fine it will allow me to give every last breath I have to lead you down your YELLOW BRICK ROAD, to your PICTURE PERFECT SUNSET, and out of the GLCW forever!
(Cut to: A black screen with "ITS COMING" in red)
Fade In: The site,a trendy coffee bar. The patrons, all preppy cyber geeks. The sore thumb, the bright red hair of a 'LOST CAUSE'. The camera circles the cafe', and then focuses behind the left shoulder of Chris O'Neil. He is logging on to the ever popular America Online.
V/O: WELCOME....YOU GOT MAIL!
(O'Neill's online mailbox is on the screen, as he deletes numerous porn, and free credit card ofers he come across and e-mail from the GLCW. Then camera appears to rest atop the flat computer screen. The look O'Neill gives his screen is undescribable. His hand begins to tremble as the coffee spills over the side of the large mug. Before the loud crash of the mug free falling to the ground.)
O'Neill:"M...A...E...l...S...T...R...O...M....This was nothing personal, it was just a way to get me over. I am way to young to DIE!
(By this time numerous teenage-acne faced employees have circled O'Neill, cleaning up the mug, making sure he was not hurt. Then one girl, realizes who it is and starts screaming. O'Neill is obviously flustered, and jumps up and runs out of the coffee shop.)
Cut To: Chris O'Neill is standing in front of the GLCW backdrop with is back to the camera. The back of his shirt reads "TRADITION SUCKS", as he slowly turns to face the camera, the front reads "NOT LICENSED...", cargo sorts, and his clear OAKLEYS.
O'Neill:"A little less then seventy-two hours ago, I damn near messed my pants. The thought of me versus the PANDORIAN BRICK WALL, was alittle to much for me to handle! Then I thought about, and all the things you could bill this match. "DAVID vs. GOLIATH, O'NEILL'S assisted SUICIDE, the list goes on and on! But why should I have to fear you, why should I fear an OLD MAN! Because the gains are far more substantial, then the loses. If I beat you, I am the talk of the GAME. If I lose, its not big deal! So I am not scared ANYMORE, and I stress ANYMORE! You layed out my yellow brick road, an I plan on following it, to my OZ! And whats my OZ, my OZ is beating you MAELSTROM, my OZ is finishing you! The wheels are churing, the ideas flowing, this will not be a typical cake walk, this is not a GIFT from the GLCW boking team. This is a WAR, yes I said a WAR! Yup, cause I am all about WRESTLING, ACTION, and REVOLUTION. Now, I am sure you will take my threats and warnings and brush them aside as mindless BS, and a complete waste of breath. And thats just fine it will allow me to give every last breath I have to lead you down your YELLOW BRICK ROAD, to your PICTURE PERFECT SUNSET, and out of the GLCW forever!
(Cut to: A black screen with "ITS COMING" in red)
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JLebron
Guest
Silence of the damned.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-15-02 AT 08:37 PM (EDT)](FADE IN: ..... to a GLCW logo super-imposed on the screen as we proceed down a long corridor with what appears to be dressing room doors on either side.... the cameras continue to pan the halls, until it stops near a room with the door slightly ajar. As the door is pushed open, we see a huge, imposing figure with his back to us.... without turning, he motions for the camera men to enter. He seems to be lost in thought as he remains with his back to us..... his long black mane blowing slightly from a nearby fan as he tugs on a rolled up towel that lays across his broad shoulders. He continues to stare at nothing in particular then after a few moments, he slowly turns, and the GLCW audience gets yet another glimpse of the man they've come to know, simply as....... )
MAELSTROM: (glaring stoically into the camera....after a few tense seconds of silence, his massive chest rises and falls with a heavy sigh as he begins to speak ......) ..... a new playground 'gainst an unknown opponent, at least unknown to me that is..... "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill .... a man I know absolutely nothing about..... never heard of him until recently and have absolutely NO knowledge of his past.... nor am I likely to know much of his current situation goin' by his muted presence as of late. (begins to smile faintly....) Yer moniker "Lost Cause" IS appropriate apparently seeing as how it took ya so long to muster up the nerve to respond! But that's quite alright 'cause it won't be the first time, nor will it likely be the last! (sighs heavily) Were ya at a loss for words O'Neill, or was it simply guts ya were lackin'?
(pauses as he simply glares at the cameras, nostrils flaring noticeably. After a brief moment, he continues....)
MAELSTROM: Whatever..... anyway, ya claim I'm nothin' more than an OLD MAN eh O'Neill? Well, what the hell do ya think that'll make YOU if ya CAN'T beat me.... if ya CAN'T finish me? Hell, I don't know what'd be a more humiliating scenario for ya, me with my foot buried up yer ass or you tryin' to explain how ya lost to an OLD MAN? (a faint smile appears on his lips as he raises an eyebrow then chuckles a bit as he brushes back a few strands of hair away from his face....) Seriously though O'Neill, it won't matter WHO ya defeated before or what accomplishments ya may have captured... NONE of that means S(BLEEP)T to me for one simple reason..... ya never did it 'gainst .... ME!
(puts a hand to his ear and mocks hearing something.....)
MAELSTROM: Can ya hear that O'Neill? (nods his head and grins as he feigns listening to nothing.....) It's the sound of yer imminent future, the silence of the damned! Ya say that yer all about WAR? All 'bout Wrestling, Action and Revolution? (chuckles to himself) Seems to me I was all about WAR myself at one time..... in fact, I seem to recall DOMINATING WAR as their world champion not once but TWICE. So it would appear that I'm just a "WEEEE" bit more familiar 'bout the aspects and intricacies of "being about WAR" than YOU are. Ya condemned yerself by yer hollow words O'Neill, but it's all good.... it's an all too familiar response when pretenders like you are forced to face reality......
(Maelstrom begins glaring at the camera crew, and after a few tense moments, they realize the meaning of that glare as they exit the dressing room and we slowly......FADE OUT......)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-15-02 AT 08:37 PM (EDT)](FADE IN: ..... to a GLCW logo super-imposed on the screen as we proceed down a long corridor with what appears to be dressing room doors on either side.... the cameras continue to pan the halls, until it stops near a room with the door slightly ajar. As the door is pushed open, we see a huge, imposing figure with his back to us.... without turning, he motions for the camera men to enter. He seems to be lost in thought as he remains with his back to us..... his long black mane blowing slightly from a nearby fan as he tugs on a rolled up towel that lays across his broad shoulders. He continues to stare at nothing in particular then after a few moments, he slowly turns, and the GLCW audience gets yet another glimpse of the man they've come to know, simply as....... )
MAELSTROM: (glaring stoically into the camera....after a few tense seconds of silence, his massive chest rises and falls with a heavy sigh as he begins to speak ......) ..... a new playground 'gainst an unknown opponent, at least unknown to me that is..... "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill .... a man I know absolutely nothing about..... never heard of him until recently and have absolutely NO knowledge of his past.... nor am I likely to know much of his current situation goin' by his muted presence as of late. (begins to smile faintly....) Yer moniker "Lost Cause" IS appropriate apparently seeing as how it took ya so long to muster up the nerve to respond! But that's quite alright 'cause it won't be the first time, nor will it likely be the last! (sighs heavily) Were ya at a loss for words O'Neill, or was it simply guts ya were lackin'?
(pauses as he simply glares at the cameras, nostrils flaring noticeably. After a brief moment, he continues....)
MAELSTROM: Whatever..... anyway, ya claim I'm nothin' more than an OLD MAN eh O'Neill? Well, what the hell do ya think that'll make YOU if ya CAN'T beat me.... if ya CAN'T finish me? Hell, I don't know what'd be a more humiliating scenario for ya, me with my foot buried up yer ass or you tryin' to explain how ya lost to an OLD MAN? (a faint smile appears on his lips as he raises an eyebrow then chuckles a bit as he brushes back a few strands of hair away from his face....) Seriously though O'Neill, it won't matter WHO ya defeated before or what accomplishments ya may have captured... NONE of that means S(BLEEP)T to me for one simple reason..... ya never did it 'gainst .... ME!
(puts a hand to his ear and mocks hearing something.....)
MAELSTROM: Can ya hear that O'Neill? (nods his head and grins as he feigns listening to nothing.....) It's the sound of yer imminent future, the silence of the damned! Ya say that yer all about WAR? All 'bout Wrestling, Action and Revolution? (chuckles to himself) Seems to me I was all about WAR myself at one time..... in fact, I seem to recall DOMINATING WAR as their world champion not once but TWICE. So it would appear that I'm just a "WEEEE" bit more familiar 'bout the aspects and intricacies of "being about WAR" than YOU are. Ya condemned yerself by yer hollow words O'Neill, but it's all good.... it's an all too familiar response when pretenders like you are forced to face reality......
(Maelstrom begins glaring at the camera crew, and after a few tense moments, they realize the meaning of that glare as they exit the dressing room and we slowly......FADE OUT......)
K
KING
Guest
The quite ones are the worst.
Fade In: A small grammer school gym, deep in the heart of the mid-west. A ring sits surronded by folding chairs on all sides, no guard rails, only rope, seperates the ring from the fans. The camera circles the ring catching glimpses of the maybe one hundred plus fans that have paid there seven dollars to see the show. The camera heads up the entrance way, through the curtain, into what appears by all the athletic equipment to be the gym closet. We see "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill, and he appears to be discussing business with someone dressed in a real bad suit.
O'Neill:TWENTY FIVE BUCKS.....Get out of my face! I am a star, in the GLCW. And this is how I get treated?
Man:Yea thats it! I gotta pay twelve guys. And donate some to this schools athletic program. And as far as you being a STAR, well lets just say your losing tonight. But thats no different to what you normally do. So get dressed, your up fist!
O'Neil:I don't even get to MAIN EVENT?
Man:Your lucky I gave you this private dressing room. I will be back, I gott go check out the other boys.
O'Neill:Get out....I got business to handle!
(The man exits, out the curtain.)
O'Neill:"OLD MAN, not in age, but in always being there. You seem to have lived TWELVE LIFE TIMES in your wrestling career. Never stepping aside, always assuming the BIG SHOT ROLE, an its not becuse your the best, its because some how all your cards fall in to place. The right people are in charge for you to be THE MAN. I am through fearing you, you PANDORIAN BEAST! Where the hell is PANDORIA anyway, and do you have a work VISA? I am sick of all the talk on the internet that our match is the worst of the show, or match is ONE STAR at best. And I am always the reason, why am I always the reason! I have the talent,I have he ability, and I have the desire. You Maelstrom, have the stroke! I mean, I declared WAR on you and tell you that I am all about WRESTLING, ACTION, and REVOLUTION. And you have to tell me that you were some champion in some promotion that through my reserch has been closed for years! I am on the vere of snapping , dealing with the pressure is becoming to much. I work shows like this for TWENTY FIVE dollars to pay my bills! I eat off the NINETY-NINE cents menu at BURGER KING to survive, and I sleep on some guy named BIFF'S, FLOOR! And you Maelstrom,with your SIX FIGURE deal, ride the high horse! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!!!!"
(Tears bgin to flow down O'Neill's cheeks, as he rests his face in his hands. He begins to sniffle and sound like a little girl. He reaches out with his arm, and pushes the camera down.)
Fade In: A small grammer school gym, deep in the heart of the mid-west. A ring sits surronded by folding chairs on all sides, no guard rails, only rope, seperates the ring from the fans. The camera circles the ring catching glimpses of the maybe one hundred plus fans that have paid there seven dollars to see the show. The camera heads up the entrance way, through the curtain, into what appears by all the athletic equipment to be the gym closet. We see "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill, and he appears to be discussing business with someone dressed in a real bad suit.
O'Neill:TWENTY FIVE BUCKS.....Get out of my face! I am a star, in the GLCW. And this is how I get treated?
Man:Yea thats it! I gotta pay twelve guys. And donate some to this schools athletic program. And as far as you being a STAR, well lets just say your losing tonight. But thats no different to what you normally do. So get dressed, your up fist!
O'Neil:I don't even get to MAIN EVENT?
Man:Your lucky I gave you this private dressing room. I will be back, I gott go check out the other boys.
O'Neill:Get out....I got business to handle!
(The man exits, out the curtain.)
O'Neill:"OLD MAN, not in age, but in always being there. You seem to have lived TWELVE LIFE TIMES in your wrestling career. Never stepping aside, always assuming the BIG SHOT ROLE, an its not becuse your the best, its because some how all your cards fall in to place. The right people are in charge for you to be THE MAN. I am through fearing you, you PANDORIAN BEAST! Where the hell is PANDORIA anyway, and do you have a work VISA? I am sick of all the talk on the internet that our match is the worst of the show, or match is ONE STAR at best. And I am always the reason, why am I always the reason! I have the talent,I have he ability, and I have the desire. You Maelstrom, have the stroke! I mean, I declared WAR on you and tell you that I am all about WRESTLING, ACTION, and REVOLUTION. And you have to tell me that you were some champion in some promotion that through my reserch has been closed for years! I am on the vere of snapping , dealing with the pressure is becoming to much. I work shows like this for TWENTY FIVE dollars to pay my bills! I eat off the NINETY-NINE cents menu at BURGER KING to survive, and I sleep on some guy named BIFF'S, FLOOR! And you Maelstrom,with your SIX FIGURE deal, ride the high horse! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!!!!"
(Tears bgin to flow down O'Neill's cheeks, as he rests his face in his hands. He begins to sniffle and sound like a little girl. He reaches out with his arm, and pushes the camera down.)
J
JLebron
Guest
Going with the flow.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-22-02 AT 05:37 PM (EDT)](CUTTO: a screen where we see the spokes of what appears to be motorcycle tires. As the camera pans slowly upward, we begin to see that it is indeed a motorcycle.... a Harley Davidson V-Rod to be more precise. On the side of the chasis, the words "High Life" are written. The camera continues to pan upward and out, revealing a rider upon the V-Rod. His Timberland boots clash slightly with his worn-out, faded jeans. His broad shoulders make a mockery of his white tank-top T-shirt as the corded muscles of his folded arms rest lazily across his massive chest. His chest rises steadily as the wind tosses his black mane wildly about, obscuring his features altogether. But it doesn't matter, because by this time, we've seen enough of this man to know who he is. As the wind dies down, his mane falls listlessly upon his shoulders and away from his face, revealing to us, the face of the man the GLCW has come to know simply as........)
MAELSTROM: O'Neill, I'd like to say that I can empathize with you, but the fact of the matter is that I really don't care to. While it IS true that I've seemingly been EVERYWHERE in my short 5 years in this sport..... that was MY choice! I kept pushing the envelope aside! Testing my limits! Yeah, sure, I've headlined all over the world, humbled some legends along the way and main-evented in some of the most prestigious leagues around. I've even reigned as champion in nearly every league I've been in. But ya know what O'Neill..... it wasn't just handed to me..... I EARNED IT!! I paid my dues LONG ago..... just like yer doin' right now! So if my mere presence commands the respect of the (does the "quote marks" with his fingers) "right people" as you say..... then DEAL WITH IT!! My name, just like many others out there..... SELLS TICKETS and while that is NOT what I'm all about.... that is what this BUSINESS is all about! Yeah, I got some stroke I suppose..... and what of it?! Are ya gonna begrudge me what YOU want so badly simply because you feel like a 20 watt bulb? Are you forgettin' where we are O'Neill? This is NOT some 3rd rate promotion....
(extends his arms outward as he yells......)
MAELSTROM: THESE ARE THE BIG LEAGUES O'NEILL!! THE G-L-C-W!! If the cards fall into place for me more often than not.... then so be it! There are no friends in this business O'Neill, EVERYONE has an ulterior motive. Fed heads use the wrestlers to promote their federation and the wrestlers use the federations as well as other wrestlers to advance their marketability! Once you understand that concept and stop blubbering like a school girl, you MAY have a shot at becoming a 100 watt bulb! While you don't necessarily have to respect or play by the rules, only a fool plays the game without knowing what the rules are! Those O'Neill, are the ones who tend to get played!
(pauses as he purses his lips and seems to lose himself in thought... after a few moments, a scowl appears on his face and he continues speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: I never claimed to be the best O'Neill..... not really sure if there is such an animal as being the best, but if there is, it doesn't guarantee anything anyhow. I learned that a long time ago.... and with a little luck, you will too. I deal with reality O'Neill..... one match at a time.....I go with the flow and after that, all else is nothing more than a simple, faded memory.....
(much like faded memories, we too begin to FADE OUT...........)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-22-02 AT 05:37 PM (EDT)](CUTTO: a screen where we see the spokes of what appears to be motorcycle tires. As the camera pans slowly upward, we begin to see that it is indeed a motorcycle.... a Harley Davidson V-Rod to be more precise. On the side of the chasis, the words "High Life" are written. The camera continues to pan upward and out, revealing a rider upon the V-Rod. His Timberland boots clash slightly with his worn-out, faded jeans. His broad shoulders make a mockery of his white tank-top T-shirt as the corded muscles of his folded arms rest lazily across his massive chest. His chest rises steadily as the wind tosses his black mane wildly about, obscuring his features altogether. But it doesn't matter, because by this time, we've seen enough of this man to know who he is. As the wind dies down, his mane falls listlessly upon his shoulders and away from his face, revealing to us, the face of the man the GLCW has come to know simply as........)
MAELSTROM: O'Neill, I'd like to say that I can empathize with you, but the fact of the matter is that I really don't care to. While it IS true that I've seemingly been EVERYWHERE in my short 5 years in this sport..... that was MY choice! I kept pushing the envelope aside! Testing my limits! Yeah, sure, I've headlined all over the world, humbled some legends along the way and main-evented in some of the most prestigious leagues around. I've even reigned as champion in nearly every league I've been in. But ya know what O'Neill..... it wasn't just handed to me..... I EARNED IT!! I paid my dues LONG ago..... just like yer doin' right now! So if my mere presence commands the respect of the (does the "quote marks" with his fingers) "right people" as you say..... then DEAL WITH IT!! My name, just like many others out there..... SELLS TICKETS and while that is NOT what I'm all about.... that is what this BUSINESS is all about! Yeah, I got some stroke I suppose..... and what of it?! Are ya gonna begrudge me what YOU want so badly simply because you feel like a 20 watt bulb? Are you forgettin' where we are O'Neill? This is NOT some 3rd rate promotion....
(extends his arms outward as he yells......)
MAELSTROM: THESE ARE THE BIG LEAGUES O'NEILL!! THE G-L-C-W!! If the cards fall into place for me more often than not.... then so be it! There are no friends in this business O'Neill, EVERYONE has an ulterior motive. Fed heads use the wrestlers to promote their federation and the wrestlers use the federations as well as other wrestlers to advance their marketability! Once you understand that concept and stop blubbering like a school girl, you MAY have a shot at becoming a 100 watt bulb! While you don't necessarily have to respect or play by the rules, only a fool plays the game without knowing what the rules are! Those O'Neill, are the ones who tend to get played!
(pauses as he purses his lips and seems to lose himself in thought... after a few moments, a scowl appears on his face and he continues speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: I never claimed to be the best O'Neill..... not really sure if there is such an animal as being the best, but if there is, it doesn't guarantee anything anyhow. I learned that a long time ago.... and with a little luck, you will too. I deal with reality O'Neill..... one match at a time.....I go with the flow and after that, all else is nothing more than a simple, faded memory.....
(much like faded memories, we too begin to FADE OUT...........)
K
KING
Guest
It can't get worse!
Fade In: A patch of red shag carpet, littered with fast food wrappers, pet hair, porno mags, and garbage. Two male voices are over heard as the camera moves all around the gross floor, as the date and time change on the bottom right coner of the screen.
(V/O)Man #1:"Are you sure this thing even works? And why do I have to tape your interview? And one more thing, I thought you were a star with a contract and stuff youwere on TV.... and why are you still living on my floor?"
(V/O)Man #2: "Hey just follow the diretions that were in the box. The GLCW sent it over here,but I guess they forgot the tripod, for me to do it alone. And I told you do I have and contact and I will move out...Once I get my bonus money"!
(V/O)Man #1:"And when do you get this bonus money? And does'nt the GLCW have like a video crew or something!"
(V/O)Man #2:"When I win a match, and yes they have a video crew! You ask some dumb questions, its just that...well they said....a few of THE STARS are in town filming promos. So NO, film crew!"
(V/O)Man #1: "Ah damn, this thing has been taping he whole time, the lens cap was on!"
(V/O)Man #2: "Well here, put the camera on me! And please make sure you rewind the tape, an delete this exchange its very embaressing. I mean they even sent me the GLCW backdrop for that look of realism."
(The camera comes up as we see "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill positioning himself on the couch, with the GLCW back drop behind him. He is getting ready, as he turns and throws some dirty laundry off the back of the couch. He changes his facial expression numerous times trying to find the right one that will strike fear in MAELSTROM'S HEART.)
O'Neill:"A TWENTY WATT LIGHT BULB? Thanks for the compliment....but, Maelstrom, I feel like one of the nightlight lightbulbs! The one in your bedroom when your a small child cause your scared of everything! And in my eyes your more like that SPOT LIGHT, the ones they have to attract attention,I am sure you know the kind. So there is me, the bulb you over look and is just there BECAUSE! And then you, who is there to make a statement! I know Maelstrom your going to attempt to make a statement out of me, in you quest for greatness in another ferderation, another worlds title and another HUGE PAY CHECK! And like the proud little soilder, I should fall in line and do whats good for the company! But why, why should I just fall in line? To make the rich get richer, and the poor stay POOR! I am sure Maelstrom you have no idea the agony of being a second rate person in socity. I dont fit in, the red hair, the tattoos, the piercings. An unlike you I refuse to impose my will on anyone to get what I want. But, I want you to tell me, what is it like to SHOVE yourself upon people to get what you want! Cause we know you good at what you do, but your menacing presence just make people shutter, and melt into moldable blobs. And you mold them, all of them. Scott Malec, and you go way, back! Need I say more! So are those the unspoken rules? Take your abuse like a man, and just do what guys like you say! Is that what I should I do? Well ok, thats what I will do, lay dow, but don't worry I will make it look good"
Cut To: The obvious disheveled roomate of O'Neill. He is standng in front of a mailbox with a package addressed to the GLCW He stops right before he is about to put it in the mailbox.
Roommate:What was it Chris wanted me to do with this tape? Hmmmmm, ah screw it!
(He drops it in the mailbox, as the screen fades to black)
Fade In: A patch of red shag carpet, littered with fast food wrappers, pet hair, porno mags, and garbage. Two male voices are over heard as the camera moves all around the gross floor, as the date and time change on the bottom right coner of the screen.
(V/O)Man #1:"Are you sure this thing even works? And why do I have to tape your interview? And one more thing, I thought you were a star with a contract and stuff youwere on TV.... and why are you still living on my floor?"
(V/O)Man #2: "Hey just follow the diretions that were in the box. The GLCW sent it over here,but I guess they forgot the tripod, for me to do it alone. And I told you do I have and contact and I will move out...Once I get my bonus money"!
(V/O)Man #1:"And when do you get this bonus money? And does'nt the GLCW have like a video crew or something!"
(V/O)Man #2:"When I win a match, and yes they have a video crew! You ask some dumb questions, its just that...well they said....a few of THE STARS are in town filming promos. So NO, film crew!"
(V/O)Man #1: "Ah damn, this thing has been taping he whole time, the lens cap was on!"
(V/O)Man #2: "Well here, put the camera on me! And please make sure you rewind the tape, an delete this exchange its very embaressing. I mean they even sent me the GLCW backdrop for that look of realism."
(The camera comes up as we see "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill positioning himself on the couch, with the GLCW back drop behind him. He is getting ready, as he turns and throws some dirty laundry off the back of the couch. He changes his facial expression numerous times trying to find the right one that will strike fear in MAELSTROM'S HEART.)
O'Neill:"A TWENTY WATT LIGHT BULB? Thanks for the compliment....but, Maelstrom, I feel like one of the nightlight lightbulbs! The one in your bedroom when your a small child cause your scared of everything! And in my eyes your more like that SPOT LIGHT, the ones they have to attract attention,I am sure you know the kind. So there is me, the bulb you over look and is just there BECAUSE! And then you, who is there to make a statement! I know Maelstrom your going to attempt to make a statement out of me, in you quest for greatness in another ferderation, another worlds title and another HUGE PAY CHECK! And like the proud little soilder, I should fall in line and do whats good for the company! But why, why should I just fall in line? To make the rich get richer, and the poor stay POOR! I am sure Maelstrom you have no idea the agony of being a second rate person in socity. I dont fit in, the red hair, the tattoos, the piercings. An unlike you I refuse to impose my will on anyone to get what I want. But, I want you to tell me, what is it like to SHOVE yourself upon people to get what you want! Cause we know you good at what you do, but your menacing presence just make people shutter, and melt into moldable blobs. And you mold them, all of them. Scott Malec, and you go way, back! Need I say more! So are those the unspoken rules? Take your abuse like a man, and just do what guys like you say! Is that what I should I do? Well ok, thats what I will do, lay dow, but don't worry I will make it look good"
Cut To: The obvious disheveled roomate of O'Neill. He is standng in front of a mailbox with a package addressed to the GLCW He stops right before he is about to put it in the mailbox.
Roommate:What was it Chris wanted me to do with this tape? Hmmmmm, ah screw it!
(He drops it in the mailbox, as the screen fades to black)
J
JLebron
Guest
Wondering 'bout that 100 watt bulb......
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-22-02 AT 06:29 PM (EDT)](CUTTO: A dimly lit room where we see a lonely 20 watt bulb hanging in the center of the room, hanging listlessly above a lonely stool. Somewhere nearby we begin hearing the echoes of footsteps. We know whoever it is, is getting closer because his footfalls are becoming increasingly louder with every step until we see the outline of a large ominous figure appear. He all but momentarily douses what little light we had as he briefly steps in front of the hanging 20 watt bulb and then proceeds to sit down upon the stool. As he lowers himself to the stool, the bulb casts an iridescent glow about him, momentarily silhouetting him against the faint light as it strains to filter out from behind this massive individual. It isn't until he finally sits down completely that the light embraces enough of the room in front of him for us to see his smiling face, the face of the man we've come to know simply as......)
MAELSTROM: So O'Neill, ya refuse to "impose" yer will upon anyone? Then let me ask you somethin'..... WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOIN' IN THIS SPORT?! Imposin' yer will on others IS what its all about O'Neill! Head games, physical intimidation, cunning, reputations..... they're ALL essential tools yer gonna have to learn to utilize in order to be effective in THIS sport!
(pauses as he shakes his head disparagingly.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya speak of fallin' in line like a soldier? Of doin' what's good for the company? Well, don't know 'bout you O'Neill, but I woulda made a TERRIBLE soldier.... ya see I gots this lil' problem with authority O'Neill.... I DON'T LIKE TAKING ORDERS!! I live by one rule and one rule alone..... MY RULES!! I become deaf when it comes to "the needs of the many outweighing the needs of the few", particularly when that few is ME! With a little foresight, ya can kinda see where yer being herded to. It's all a matter of interpretation though, which is why regardless of what I "perceive" it to mean, I go forward, approaching each match the same exact way..... by imposing my will! That's exactly what happened when I entered WAR, and their "franchise wrestler" Joe Massacre fell in line..... same with the WWL's Sean Edmunds and ACW's Rocky Ford Meloneer! Like I said before however, there are NO guarantees..... I don't care HOW big a star ya are!! I remember a match I had not too long ago against Nevada Smith where I once again read the proverbial(does the quote thingie with his fingers) "writing on the wall" so to speak....
(winks before he resumes)
MAELSTROM: At any rate, I stayed the course and imposed my will regardless.... well, lets just say it's kinda hard to impose yer will on a car bearing down on ya during yer match! I 'suppose my will fell a lil' short back then eh? (chuckles underneath his breath) It's NOT 'bout what's good for the company O'Neill, although I'm sure you'd like to rationalize yer '20 watt' life to that. It's 'bout who's the better man on THAT particular night! It's 'bout afterwards goin' with the flow regardless of the outcome! Hell O'Neill, ya act as if yer the only person around who's ever had the odds stacked against him? I'm not in the habit of compromising my principles.... never have and never will! Like you said, I impose my will on people and that includes "The Company". There's no room for selfless acts in this sport.... when it comes to this sport..... it's ALL about what I can do for ME!!
(pauses as the bulb flickers slightly, giving a strobe light effect as it does so. After a few seconds, it stays on and he resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: What you need to do O'Neill is to show a lil' more backbone! Don't beat around the bush with innuendos...... be assertive and say what ya mean! Ya alluded to how Malec and I go "WAY BACK"?! Well, considering how long Malec has been involved in this business, I think it's a fair assessment to say that he goes WAY BACK with a LOT of people! So what exactly is your point O'Neill? Are ya really SO INSECURE of yerself that ya feel the need to taint this match with accusations of favoritism? With inferences of "Company plots and conspiracies"? With fantasies of "unspoken rules"?
(sighs heavily)
MAELSTROM: The only unspoken rule I know of is to go out and beat the livin' crap outta whoever gets in my way! Ya wanna "lay down" and make it "look good"? Well ya do whatever the F(BLEEP)K ya want but don't expect me to play along with yer lil' charade! The way I see it O'Neill, it's gonna be tough givin' the GLCW audience the "acting performance" of yer life while I'm busy giving you a taste of R-E-A-L-I-T-Y! Maybe afterwards you'll change yer views, but whether ya do or not is meaningless to me 'cuz regardless of the outcome, I’ll continue with the flow while you remain wonderin' 'bout that 100 watt bulb.......
(without saying another word Maelstrom reaches up and twists the bulb a little. Immediately the light increases in intensity and the room is fully illuminated. Maelstrom smiles faintly and walks away. A few seconds after he's out of view, the light bulb begins to slowly decrease in intensity amidst the steady echoes of his foot falls until we ultimately FADE OUT.......)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Oct-22-02 AT 06:29 PM (EDT)](CUTTO: A dimly lit room where we see a lonely 20 watt bulb hanging in the center of the room, hanging listlessly above a lonely stool. Somewhere nearby we begin hearing the echoes of footsteps. We know whoever it is, is getting closer because his footfalls are becoming increasingly louder with every step until we see the outline of a large ominous figure appear. He all but momentarily douses what little light we had as he briefly steps in front of the hanging 20 watt bulb and then proceeds to sit down upon the stool. As he lowers himself to the stool, the bulb casts an iridescent glow about him, momentarily silhouetting him against the faint light as it strains to filter out from behind this massive individual. It isn't until he finally sits down completely that the light embraces enough of the room in front of him for us to see his smiling face, the face of the man we've come to know simply as......)
MAELSTROM: So O'Neill, ya refuse to "impose" yer will upon anyone? Then let me ask you somethin'..... WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOIN' IN THIS SPORT?! Imposin' yer will on others IS what its all about O'Neill! Head games, physical intimidation, cunning, reputations..... they're ALL essential tools yer gonna have to learn to utilize in order to be effective in THIS sport!
(pauses as he shakes his head disparagingly.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya speak of fallin' in line like a soldier? Of doin' what's good for the company? Well, don't know 'bout you O'Neill, but I woulda made a TERRIBLE soldier.... ya see I gots this lil' problem with authority O'Neill.... I DON'T LIKE TAKING ORDERS!! I live by one rule and one rule alone..... MY RULES!! I become deaf when it comes to "the needs of the many outweighing the needs of the few", particularly when that few is ME! With a little foresight, ya can kinda see where yer being herded to. It's all a matter of interpretation though, which is why regardless of what I "perceive" it to mean, I go forward, approaching each match the same exact way..... by imposing my will! That's exactly what happened when I entered WAR, and their "franchise wrestler" Joe Massacre fell in line..... same with the WWL's Sean Edmunds and ACW's Rocky Ford Meloneer! Like I said before however, there are NO guarantees..... I don't care HOW big a star ya are!! I remember a match I had not too long ago against Nevada Smith where I once again read the proverbial(does the quote thingie with his fingers) "writing on the wall" so to speak....
(winks before he resumes)
MAELSTROM: At any rate, I stayed the course and imposed my will regardless.... well, lets just say it's kinda hard to impose yer will on a car bearing down on ya during yer match! I 'suppose my will fell a lil' short back then eh? (chuckles underneath his breath) It's NOT 'bout what's good for the company O'Neill, although I'm sure you'd like to rationalize yer '20 watt' life to that. It's 'bout who's the better man on THAT particular night! It's 'bout afterwards goin' with the flow regardless of the outcome! Hell O'Neill, ya act as if yer the only person around who's ever had the odds stacked against him? I'm not in the habit of compromising my principles.... never have and never will! Like you said, I impose my will on people and that includes "The Company". There's no room for selfless acts in this sport.... when it comes to this sport..... it's ALL about what I can do for ME!!
(pauses as the bulb flickers slightly, giving a strobe light effect as it does so. After a few seconds, it stays on and he resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: What you need to do O'Neill is to show a lil' more backbone! Don't beat around the bush with innuendos...... be assertive and say what ya mean! Ya alluded to how Malec and I go "WAY BACK"?! Well, considering how long Malec has been involved in this business, I think it's a fair assessment to say that he goes WAY BACK with a LOT of people! So what exactly is your point O'Neill? Are ya really SO INSECURE of yerself that ya feel the need to taint this match with accusations of favoritism? With inferences of "Company plots and conspiracies"? With fantasies of "unspoken rules"?
(sighs heavily)
MAELSTROM: The only unspoken rule I know of is to go out and beat the livin' crap outta whoever gets in my way! Ya wanna "lay down" and make it "look good"? Well ya do whatever the F(BLEEP)K ya want but don't expect me to play along with yer lil' charade! The way I see it O'Neill, it's gonna be tough givin' the GLCW audience the "acting performance" of yer life while I'm busy giving you a taste of R-E-A-L-I-T-Y! Maybe afterwards you'll change yer views, but whether ya do or not is meaningless to me 'cuz regardless of the outcome, I’ll continue with the flow while you remain wonderin' 'bout that 100 watt bulb.......
(without saying another word Maelstrom reaches up and twists the bulb a little. Immediately the light increases in intensity and the room is fully illuminated. Maelstrom smiles faintly and walks away. A few seconds after he's out of view, the light bulb begins to slowly decrease in intensity amidst the steady echoes of his foot falls until we ultimately FADE OUT.......)