TBirdSCIL
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Maelstrom vs. "The Wolf" Chris McMillan
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JLebron
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Lamb in wolf's clothing......
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-07-02 AT 09:56 PM (EST)](FADE IN:...... to a GLCW backdrop. We begin to hear the metallic sounds of what appears to be a spray can being shaken and when that stops, we hear the unmistakable sounds of a spray can being depressed. As the camera pans downward from the GLCW logo, we begin to see a large man hunched over with his back to us. He's spray painting something on the wall. After a few moments, he stops spraying and turns around and faces us. The ends of his mouth curl ever so slightly, revealing a menacing grin on the face of the man we've all come to know simply as........)
MAELSTROM: (whispering) lamb in wolf's clothing.... lamb in wolf's clothing.....
(laughs faintly)
MAELSTROM: Been goin' on for so long..... (smiles) different leagues, different faces...... nearly all endin' the same way! The list goes up and one by one, like fodder, they become consumed. Is that what's in store for ya McMillan?
(laughs louder this time)
MAELSTROM: Or should I say..... (raises an eyebrow and smirks) "WOLF"?
Interestin' moniker ya chose McMillan. Me? I've never been much for that sorta thin'. Then again, what's in a name eh? Everythin'? Nothin'?
(shrugs his massive shoulders)
MAELSTROM: "ERADICATOR" Troy Martinez..... "SIMPLY SENSATIONAL" Sean Edmunds...... "LOST CAUSE" Chris O'Neill..... those lil' nicknames have a tendency to lose their "desired effect" when it comes time to face me. Troy, will GET ERADICATED..... Edmunds was anything BUT "Sensational" last time we met..... and ironically, O'Neill was the only one who came anywhere NEAR replicating and enforcing the meaning of his name in our match.... and he accomplished that much like the others did, much like the rest will.... SIMPLY BY LOSING! So my question to you McMillan is......
(pauses as he smiles)
MAELSTROM: How are ya gonna deal with the concept of a WOLF......
(smile widens even further)
MAELSTROM: ....being led to....
(smile falters and is replaced by a faint, malicious grin)
MAELSTROM: ......THE SLAUGHTER?
(Maelstrom turns and shakes the spray can as he walks off the set..... spraying the wall as he does so. When he's gone, all that's left is a painting of a what appears to be a wolf's head with a giant red "X" sprayed over it....... FADE OUT......)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-07-02 AT 09:56 PM (EST)](FADE IN:...... to a GLCW backdrop. We begin to hear the metallic sounds of what appears to be a spray can being shaken and when that stops, we hear the unmistakable sounds of a spray can being depressed. As the camera pans downward from the GLCW logo, we begin to see a large man hunched over with his back to us. He's spray painting something on the wall. After a few moments, he stops spraying and turns around and faces us. The ends of his mouth curl ever so slightly, revealing a menacing grin on the face of the man we've all come to know simply as........)
MAELSTROM: (whispering) lamb in wolf's clothing.... lamb in wolf's clothing.....
(laughs faintly)
MAELSTROM: Been goin' on for so long..... (smiles) different leagues, different faces...... nearly all endin' the same way! The list goes up and one by one, like fodder, they become consumed. Is that what's in store for ya McMillan?
(laughs louder this time)
MAELSTROM: Or should I say..... (raises an eyebrow and smirks) "WOLF"?
Interestin' moniker ya chose McMillan. Me? I've never been much for that sorta thin'. Then again, what's in a name eh? Everythin'? Nothin'?
(shrugs his massive shoulders)
MAELSTROM: "ERADICATOR" Troy Martinez..... "SIMPLY SENSATIONAL" Sean Edmunds...... "LOST CAUSE" Chris O'Neill..... those lil' nicknames have a tendency to lose their "desired effect" when it comes time to face me. Troy, will GET ERADICATED..... Edmunds was anything BUT "Sensational" last time we met..... and ironically, O'Neill was the only one who came anywhere NEAR replicating and enforcing the meaning of his name in our match.... and he accomplished that much like the others did, much like the rest will.... SIMPLY BY LOSING! So my question to you McMillan is......
(pauses as he smiles)
MAELSTROM: How are ya gonna deal with the concept of a WOLF......
(smile widens even further)
MAELSTROM: ....being led to....
(smile falters and is replaced by a faint, malicious grin)
MAELSTROM: ......THE SLAUGHTER?
(Maelstrom turns and shakes the spray can as he walks off the set..... spraying the wall as he does so. When he's gone, all that's left is a painting of a what appears to be a wolf's head with a giant red "X" sprayed over it....... FADE OUT......)
Mister Dread
League Member
RE: Lamb in wolf's clothing......
::FADEIN on the GLCW banner backstage. THE WOLF stands before Maelstrom's bit of spraycan art, looking it over::
THE WOLF: Cute. Very cute. You know, Maelstrom, you talk about it being the same everywhere you go. The list goes up and one by one, like fodder, they become consumed. Is that what's gonna happen to me, Maelstrom? Will I be consumed? Fine, then. I suppose I can handle being consumed. So go ahead and EAT ME, Maelstrom.
THE WOLF moves in close, grinning his feral grin at the camera::
THE WOLF: You're gonne be the one to lead the wolf to the slaughter? So be it. But it won't be mine, Maelstrom. You forge your own destiny, build your own legacy ... but can it stand up to mine? Can YOU step into the ring with me, stand toe-to-toe with the beast, and come out unscathed? I don't think so. In fact, I think you'll be lucky if you can come out at all.
::THE WOLF begins to pace, looking up at the camera every so often::
THE WOLF: So you've got your spraypaint, and you've got your list of conquests ... do you think any of that matters? No matter who you've beaten before, the Wolf is an entirely different animal. I am the embodiment of indominatable spirit. I personify tenacity and will. I am the man who beats the odds over and over and over again. And I am the man who's gonna spit in your face while you're busy staring up at the lights.
THE WOLF: But you're right to say that it's all the same, fed to fed and face to face ... the wolf is the hunter. Everyone else is just meat.
::FADE TO BLACK::
::FADEIN on the GLCW banner backstage. THE WOLF stands before Maelstrom's bit of spraycan art, looking it over::
THE WOLF: Cute. Very cute. You know, Maelstrom, you talk about it being the same everywhere you go. The list goes up and one by one, like fodder, they become consumed. Is that what's gonna happen to me, Maelstrom? Will I be consumed? Fine, then. I suppose I can handle being consumed. So go ahead and EAT ME, Maelstrom.
THE WOLF moves in close, grinning his feral grin at the camera::
THE WOLF: You're gonne be the one to lead the wolf to the slaughter? So be it. But it won't be mine, Maelstrom. You forge your own destiny, build your own legacy ... but can it stand up to mine? Can YOU step into the ring with me, stand toe-to-toe with the beast, and come out unscathed? I don't think so. In fact, I think you'll be lucky if you can come out at all.
::THE WOLF begins to pace, looking up at the camera every so often::
THE WOLF: So you've got your spraypaint, and you've got your list of conquests ... do you think any of that matters? No matter who you've beaten before, the Wolf is an entirely different animal. I am the embodiment of indominatable spirit. I personify tenacity and will. I am the man who beats the odds over and over and over again. And I am the man who's gonna spit in your face while you're busy staring up at the lights.
THE WOLF: But you're right to say that it's all the same, fed to fed and face to face ... the wolf is the hunter. Everyone else is just meat.
::FADE TO BLACK::
J
JLebron
Guest
Reality's new face......
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-09-02 AT 06:33 PM (EST)](FADE IN..... a blank screen..... but not for long.....
CUTTO:..... A video excerpt from Madison Riptide:
[blockquote]McMillan just leapt over the ropes with a plancha but Golem got out of the way and McMillan hit the floor with a sickening thud!! Golem staggers over and drags McMillan to his feet and oh no!!! He just DDT Chris McMillan on the floor!! McMillans head smacks the concrete and he has got to be knocked out from that vicious move! Golem just doesn't care!"
R.W.: "We may need some EMTs after that one!"
T.R.: "Golem rolls McMillan into the ring and let's hope he puts an end to it without furthering the damage! He picks McMillan up and hits the Backdrop Driver and this is academic!! 1....2....3!! Golem gets the win after that brutal DDT on the floor!!"
R.W.: "And now he's got the Claw in McMillan's mouth!! Golem is trying to claim another victim here! Golem shoves Marinaro back as he won't let go"
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CUTTO:..... Video excerpt from Racine Riptide:
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Castillo has fallen on top of McMillan......... Here’s a cover!! 1-2-3!!!!" .........Angel Castillo has stolen a match here!!!"
MATT FALEY: "Here is your winner, "EL DIABLO" ANGEL CASTILLO!!
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CUTTO:...... Video excerpt from Chi-Town Showdown:
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R.W.: "Here comes Jarod Poe!!"
T.R.: "And he looks mad as hell! McMillan rolls back into the ring and he's arguing with Powell who wanted this match to stay in the ring! Powell never saw Poe coming! Poe comes up and grabs the Blazer and DDTs him on the floor!! Holy cow!! Poe quickly rolls him back into the ring and ducks down so Powell doesn't see him! The crowd is loving this! Blazer just got his! McMillan must have known Poe did some damage so he pulls Blazer up and hits a vicious floatover DDT!! 1.....2.....3!! McMillan gets the win here with the help of Jarod Poe!!"
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CUTTO:...... Video excerpt from Gary, IN House Show:
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Jobber pulls McMillan up and plants him with a second Tiger Driver. Jobber going for the cover and gets the three count and the win!
[/blockquote]
The screen once again goes blank and is then replaced by a still image along with a voice-over of the man the GLCW has come to know simply as.......)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-09-02 AT 06:33 PM (EST)](FADE IN..... a blank screen..... but not for long.....
CUTTO:..... A video excerpt from Madison Riptide:
[blockquote]McMillan just leapt over the ropes with a plancha but Golem got out of the way and McMillan hit the floor with a sickening thud!! Golem staggers over and drags McMillan to his feet and oh no!!! He just DDT Chris McMillan on the floor!! McMillans head smacks the concrete and he has got to be knocked out from that vicious move! Golem just doesn't care!"
R.W.: "We may need some EMTs after that one!"
T.R.: "Golem rolls McMillan into the ring and let's hope he puts an end to it without furthering the damage! He picks McMillan up and hits the Backdrop Driver and this is academic!! 1....2....3!! Golem gets the win after that brutal DDT on the floor!!"
R.W.: "And now he's got the Claw in McMillan's mouth!! Golem is trying to claim another victim here! Golem shoves Marinaro back as he won't let go"
[/blockquote]
CUTTO:..... Video excerpt from Racine Riptide:
[blockquote]
Castillo has fallen on top of McMillan......... Here’s a cover!! 1-2-3!!!!" .........Angel Castillo has stolen a match here!!!"
MATT FALEY: "Here is your winner, "EL DIABLO" ANGEL CASTILLO!!
[/blockquote]
CUTTO:...... Video excerpt from Chi-Town Showdown:
[blockquote]
R.W.: "Here comes Jarod Poe!!"
T.R.: "And he looks mad as hell! McMillan rolls back into the ring and he's arguing with Powell who wanted this match to stay in the ring! Powell never saw Poe coming! Poe comes up and grabs the Blazer and DDTs him on the floor!! Holy cow!! Poe quickly rolls him back into the ring and ducks down so Powell doesn't see him! The crowd is loving this! Blazer just got his! McMillan must have known Poe did some damage so he pulls Blazer up and hits a vicious floatover DDT!! 1.....2.....3!! McMillan gets the win here with the help of Jarod Poe!!"
[/blockquote]
CUTTO:...... Video excerpt from Gary, IN House Show:
[blockquote]
Jobber pulls McMillan up and plants him with a second Tiger Driver. Jobber going for the cover and gets the three count and the win!
[/blockquote]
The screen once again goes blank and is then replaced by a still image along with a voice-over of the man the GLCW has come to know simply as.......)
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MAELSTROM VOICE-OVER: Stand up to YOUR legacy McMillan? Ya see, I think yer missin' the concept here..... for me to stand up to your legacy..... YOU NEED TO HAVE ONE!!! Yeah, yeah, I know yer an "entirely different animal".... the "embodiment of indomitable spirit"..... "ya personify tenacity and will"...... "and ya beat the odds over and over again".
(a heavy sigh is heard before Maelstrom's voice-over resumes)
MAELSTROM VOICE-OVER: Well, it doesn't appear that yer tenacity, will or indomitable spirit helped ya beat the odds over and over in yer last few encounters now did it McMillan? The way I see it, the only thing ya seem to embody lately is failure! Sure, ya got over on the Masked Blazer, but ya needed the help of Poe to pull that one off. And while I understand that ya feel my past conquests don't matter..... ya fail to realize something.... ya couldn't measure up to the caliber of most of my conquests! Sorry to have to be the one to have to tell ya but yer not even in their class. Ya couldn't even beat Golem, someone I crushed long ago.... ya couldn't beat Masked Blazer without the help of Poe. And I won't even go into just HOW MANY TIMES I've crushed his hopes and dreams. How in the world do ya expect to beat yer chest against the likes of me? Save yer fronting for those who care. I came to GLCW just like I do EVERY league I come across...... with only ONE purpose in mind..... to leave my opponents suffering ignominiously! If you've never taken anyone elses word on somethin', take mine now...... I'm VERY good at what I do! But no matter..... you claim to be the hunter, and I've usually been the hunted.... or so they thought at least ....... then like all the rest, you'll realize all too late that reality has a new face, and it stares at you through MY eyes......
(The visage of Maelstrom continues to glare back at us, grinning sardonically as we begin to ..... FADE OUT.....)
MAELSTROM VOICE-OVER: Stand up to YOUR legacy McMillan? Ya see, I think yer missin' the concept here..... for me to stand up to your legacy..... YOU NEED TO HAVE ONE!!! Yeah, yeah, I know yer an "entirely different animal".... the "embodiment of indomitable spirit"..... "ya personify tenacity and will"...... "and ya beat the odds over and over again".
(a heavy sigh is heard before Maelstrom's voice-over resumes)
MAELSTROM VOICE-OVER: Well, it doesn't appear that yer tenacity, will or indomitable spirit helped ya beat the odds over and over in yer last few encounters now did it McMillan? The way I see it, the only thing ya seem to embody lately is failure! Sure, ya got over on the Masked Blazer, but ya needed the help of Poe to pull that one off. And while I understand that ya feel my past conquests don't matter..... ya fail to realize something.... ya couldn't measure up to the caliber of most of my conquests! Sorry to have to be the one to have to tell ya but yer not even in their class. Ya couldn't even beat Golem, someone I crushed long ago.... ya couldn't beat Masked Blazer without the help of Poe. And I won't even go into just HOW MANY TIMES I've crushed his hopes and dreams. How in the world do ya expect to beat yer chest against the likes of me? Save yer fronting for those who care. I came to GLCW just like I do EVERY league I come across...... with only ONE purpose in mind..... to leave my opponents suffering ignominiously! If you've never taken anyone elses word on somethin', take mine now...... I'm VERY good at what I do! But no matter..... you claim to be the hunter, and I've usually been the hunted.... or so they thought at least ....... then like all the rest, you'll realize all too late that reality has a new face, and it stares at you through MY eyes......
(The visage of Maelstrom continues to glare back at us, grinning sardonically as we begin to ..... FADE OUT.....)
J
JLebron
Guest
The notch
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-11-02 AT 10:21 PM (EST)]
(FADE IN.... a plain beige wall where we find the man known simply as Maelstrom somberly glaring back at us. His black mane is being tossed wildly about by the wind and after a few moments, his lips curl and he begins to speak......)
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MAELSTROM: Ya know McMillan, for someone who professes such confidence, ya certainly have been keepin' a very low profile as of late. Whatsamatta? Maybe ya had time to do some research on me an' realized that ya fronted 'gainst the wrong man?! Or are ya simply chokin' on yer hollow promises?
(grins ever so slightly)
MAELSTROM: No matter..... soon, VERY soon, you'll just be another notch on a very long list.....
(simply.... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-11-02 AT 10:21 PM (EST)]
(FADE IN.... a plain beige wall where we find the man known simply as Maelstrom somberly glaring back at us. His black mane is being tossed wildly about by the wind and after a few moments, his lips curl and he begins to speak......)
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MAELSTROM: Ya know McMillan, for someone who professes such confidence, ya certainly have been keepin' a very low profile as of late. Whatsamatta? Maybe ya had time to do some research on me an' realized that ya fronted 'gainst the wrong man?! Or are ya simply chokin' on yer hollow promises?
(grins ever so slightly)
MAELSTROM: No matter..... soon, VERY soon, you'll just be another notch on a very long list.....
(simply.... FADE OUT....)
Mister Dread
League Member
I got yer notch right here ...
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-13-02 AT 07:54 PM (EST)]::FADEIN on the rickety, sagging ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy. "THE WOLF" CHRIS McMILLAN sits perched on the top rope, staring into the camera::
THE WOLF: You know, Maelstrom, you've got an uncanny knack. You've managed to delve into the depths of my soul and bring my innermost fears to light. Your words have made me realize that I'm just a flickering candle against the neverending radiance that you personify. You're completely right, I'm a failure. Just look at my track record since I've been here. You hold all the cards. You're bigger, stronger, and have made conquests the likes of which I can only dream of. I probably should just stay home, and save myself a vicious beating at the hands of a wrestling prodigy the likes of which the world has bever seen. I mean, how can I possibly hope to measure up to you, with my fronts and my hollow promises? I am, of course, nothing but a big fat loser.
::THE WOLF hops down from the turnbuckle, stalking to the center of the ring. The camera comes in close::
THE WOLF: Is that what you wanted to hear, Maelstrom? An admission of defeat before the fact? Well savor it, because that's the only crumb that the Wolf is going to throw you. Despite all your claims of superiority, you seem to be trying pretty hard to humble me. Why do you think that is? According to you, you hold all the cards. According to you, the outcome is inevitable. So what's the point of all this? Why waste your time trying to humble and belittle me with words? Does it matter? After all, I'm not even in the same league as the multitudes that you've run roughshod over. I don't even register on your radar, right? Seems like an awful lot of effort on the part of a man who is totally assured of his supremacy.
::THE WOLF grins happily, baring his teeth to the camera::
THE WOLF: I guess maybe I will show up for the match, Maelstrom. You want to humble me? Shove my boasts, my hollow promises back down my throat? Fine. You're welcome to try. But it's not gonna come easy. You're going to have to work for it. Hell, maybe you can do it. I've been beaten before, and I'll be beaten again. No man is invinceable, infallible. You seemed to get off on showing footage of some of my recent losses. I'm sure that if I dug around a little I could find more than a couple losses on your part. I'm also sure I could come up with just as much footage of me winning matches. But I'm not gonna do that, I don't see the point. Just because you tell me that I don't measure up, just because you say that I'm not in your league ... well, I guess the proof is in the pudding. PROVE it to me, Maelstrom. Stop telling me. Show me.
::FADE TO BLACK::
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-13-02 AT 07:54 PM (EST)]::FADEIN on the rickety, sagging ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy. "THE WOLF" CHRIS McMILLAN sits perched on the top rope, staring into the camera::
THE WOLF: You know, Maelstrom, you've got an uncanny knack. You've managed to delve into the depths of my soul and bring my innermost fears to light. Your words have made me realize that I'm just a flickering candle against the neverending radiance that you personify. You're completely right, I'm a failure. Just look at my track record since I've been here. You hold all the cards. You're bigger, stronger, and have made conquests the likes of which I can only dream of. I probably should just stay home, and save myself a vicious beating at the hands of a wrestling prodigy the likes of which the world has bever seen. I mean, how can I possibly hope to measure up to you, with my fronts and my hollow promises? I am, of course, nothing but a big fat loser.
::THE WOLF hops down from the turnbuckle, stalking to the center of the ring. The camera comes in close::
THE WOLF: Is that what you wanted to hear, Maelstrom? An admission of defeat before the fact? Well savor it, because that's the only crumb that the Wolf is going to throw you. Despite all your claims of superiority, you seem to be trying pretty hard to humble me. Why do you think that is? According to you, you hold all the cards. According to you, the outcome is inevitable. So what's the point of all this? Why waste your time trying to humble and belittle me with words? Does it matter? After all, I'm not even in the same league as the multitudes that you've run roughshod over. I don't even register on your radar, right? Seems like an awful lot of effort on the part of a man who is totally assured of his supremacy.
::THE WOLF grins happily, baring his teeth to the camera::
THE WOLF: I guess maybe I will show up for the match, Maelstrom. You want to humble me? Shove my boasts, my hollow promises back down my throat? Fine. You're welcome to try. But it's not gonna come easy. You're going to have to work for it. Hell, maybe you can do it. I've been beaten before, and I'll be beaten again. No man is invinceable, infallible. You seemed to get off on showing footage of some of my recent losses. I'm sure that if I dug around a little I could find more than a couple losses on your part. I'm also sure I could come up with just as much footage of me winning matches. But I'm not gonna do that, I don't see the point. Just because you tell me that I don't measure up, just because you say that I'm not in your league ... well, I guess the proof is in the pudding. PROVE it to me, Maelstrom. Stop telling me. Show me.
::FADE TO BLACK::
J
JLebron
Guest
The proof is in the beating.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-13-02 AT 09:54 PM (EST)](FADE IN......to the same plain beige wall as we once again come face to face with the man known simply as.....)
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MAELSTROM: So..... the lil' blip finally shows up on the radar? Knew it was all just a matter of time before ya had to come up for air under that rock ya crawled under. As for gettin' off on showin' footage of yer losses here, that was done merely to show ya up! After all, wasn't it YOU who rambled on about yer "legacy" and what not?
(grins maliciously)
MAELSTROM: Wasn't it YOU who claimed to be the "embodiment of indomitability"?
(pauses as he laughs faintly)
MAELSTROM: Wasn't it YOU who questioned MY ability to stand up to the likes of YOU? Well, how does it feel to have yer facade publicly torn asunder?
(nods his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: I have no pity for pretenders McMillan, and even less tolerance for fools. Yer back peddlin' now, retreatin' for lack of anythin' credible to say. Yer speakin' with a lot less confidence now than ya did before. Yer focus is no longer on YOUR prowess, but rather on my proving mine!
(puts a mocking hand to his ear and feigns listening)
MAELSTROM: If ya listen close enough McMillan, ya can actually distinguish the subtle tones of uncertainty in yer voice. Ya speak of PROOF as if you're in control, when the fact of the matter is that you were NEVER in control. And if ya REALLY think that I'm trying hard to humble ya, then yer REALLY flatterin' yerself! Believe me McMillan, it wasn't at all difficult to publicly be-little yer ass, and the effort, well the effort I assure you was kept to the barest of minimum...... just enough effort to keep my boredom at bay.
(grins faintly)
MAELSTROM: Ya wanna TRY and dig up footage of some of my losses? (chuckles to himself) By all means......BE MY GUEST! Pretty arrogant eh? Well, I suppose I am. I won't deny it.... why should I? Unlike you, I can back up whatever I say, not simply because I say so..... but because I always have! Having a "triple-digit" win column against a "single-digit" loss column lends credibility to arrogance. Does that mean I'm unbeatable? Hardly! But what it DOES mean is that YOU are the one that needs to PROVE himself, NOT me! But it's all good, 'cuz what NEEDS to be done and what WILL be done, in this instance, will come from different sources. And while you may think the PROOF is in the pudding, I've always felt that the PROOF was in the BEATING......
(Maelstrom's grin breaks into a mischievous smile as he nods his head knowingly. All the while the camera begins to.... FADE OUT.....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-13-02 AT 09:54 PM (EST)](FADE IN......to the same plain beige wall as we once again come face to face with the man known simply as.....)
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MAELSTROM: So..... the lil' blip finally shows up on the radar? Knew it was all just a matter of time before ya had to come up for air under that rock ya crawled under. As for gettin' off on showin' footage of yer losses here, that was done merely to show ya up! After all, wasn't it YOU who rambled on about yer "legacy" and what not?
(grins maliciously)
MAELSTROM: Wasn't it YOU who claimed to be the "embodiment of indomitability"?
(pauses as he laughs faintly)
MAELSTROM: Wasn't it YOU who questioned MY ability to stand up to the likes of YOU? Well, how does it feel to have yer facade publicly torn asunder?
(nods his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: I have no pity for pretenders McMillan, and even less tolerance for fools. Yer back peddlin' now, retreatin' for lack of anythin' credible to say. Yer speakin' with a lot less confidence now than ya did before. Yer focus is no longer on YOUR prowess, but rather on my proving mine!
(puts a mocking hand to his ear and feigns listening)
MAELSTROM: If ya listen close enough McMillan, ya can actually distinguish the subtle tones of uncertainty in yer voice. Ya speak of PROOF as if you're in control, when the fact of the matter is that you were NEVER in control. And if ya REALLY think that I'm trying hard to humble ya, then yer REALLY flatterin' yerself! Believe me McMillan, it wasn't at all difficult to publicly be-little yer ass, and the effort, well the effort I assure you was kept to the barest of minimum...... just enough effort to keep my boredom at bay.
(grins faintly)
MAELSTROM: Ya wanna TRY and dig up footage of some of my losses? (chuckles to himself) By all means......BE MY GUEST! Pretty arrogant eh? Well, I suppose I am. I won't deny it.... why should I? Unlike you, I can back up whatever I say, not simply because I say so..... but because I always have! Having a "triple-digit" win column against a "single-digit" loss column lends credibility to arrogance. Does that mean I'm unbeatable? Hardly! But what it DOES mean is that YOU are the one that needs to PROVE himself, NOT me! But it's all good, 'cuz what NEEDS to be done and what WILL be done, in this instance, will come from different sources. And while you may think the PROOF is in the pudding, I've always felt that the PROOF was in the BEATING......
(Maelstrom's grin breaks into a mischievous smile as he nods his head knowingly. All the while the camera begins to.... FADE OUT.....)
Mister Dread
League Member
RE: The proof is in the beating.....
::FADEIN on the GLCW banner backstage. THE WOLF stands there, attired as usual::
THE WOLF: You must have a whole lot of free time on your hands. You've got this annoying habit of nitpicking and over-analyzing every little thing I say to death. But I suppose if it amuses you, if it serves to fill some void in your apparently otherwise empty life, then go right ahead. I suppose I can live with it.
THE WOLF: Now, you say that you can read the subtle tones of my voice, huh? That I'm backpedaling? When we get in the ring, Maelstrom, you're going to find out a little different. I don't backpedal. I refuse to give up ground. I'm coming straight ahead, straoght for you, no matter what imagined subtle voice inflections you're hearing. Seems to me like you're the one doing the posturing, Maelstrom. Working to convince yourself that you;re hearing things that arent there. Convincing yourself that your triple-digit win column is going to shield you from me. I'll admit, that is pretty impressive. But what good is it going to do you when you get into the ring with me?
THE WOLF: You're telling me that I need to prove myself, huh? Well, maybe I do. Not to you, though. The only person I have to prove anything to is myself. I've done it before, but there's always a new challenge. Always the possibility of gaining another conquest. Always the possibility of suffering another defeat. I wonder which one you'll be ...
::FADEIN on the GLCW banner backstage. THE WOLF stands there, attired as usual::
THE WOLF: You must have a whole lot of free time on your hands. You've got this annoying habit of nitpicking and over-analyzing every little thing I say to death. But I suppose if it amuses you, if it serves to fill some void in your apparently otherwise empty life, then go right ahead. I suppose I can live with it.
THE WOLF: Now, you say that you can read the subtle tones of my voice, huh? That I'm backpedaling? When we get in the ring, Maelstrom, you're going to find out a little different. I don't backpedal. I refuse to give up ground. I'm coming straight ahead, straoght for you, no matter what imagined subtle voice inflections you're hearing. Seems to me like you're the one doing the posturing, Maelstrom. Working to convince yourself that you;re hearing things that arent there. Convincing yourself that your triple-digit win column is going to shield you from me. I'll admit, that is pretty impressive. But what good is it going to do you when you get into the ring with me?
THE WOLF: You're telling me that I need to prove myself, huh? Well, maybe I do. Not to you, though. The only person I have to prove anything to is myself. I've done it before, but there's always a new challenge. Always the possibility of gaining another conquest. Always the possibility of suffering another defeat. I wonder which one you'll be ...
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JLebron
Guest
Compromised Focus
(FADE IN:..... once again on Maelstrom, he has a stoic expression on his face, but there is no denying the light of amusement that dances within his eyes....)
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MAELSTROM: Whatsamatta McMillan? Am I beginning to "annoy" ya? (smirks) Over analyzation ya say? (puts a hand on his chin and feigns pondering) Ya know, if I wanted to amuse ya, I'd say ya were right.... But NAH! Fact is that yer just reactin' to the nerve I just struck and yer denial is more evident than ever! As for my free time, if ya ASSume that my publicly reamin' yer ass every chance I get means I have a too much free time, then I suppose yer right! Though ya might wanna consider another possibility.... maybe I'm just passin' the time away, amusin' myself until it's time to formally introduce ya to reality? Maybe the pace is too intense for ya? Things are progressing just a lil faster than ya anticipated eh? Ya can accept any version ya choose to but it'll be in vain. Ya see McMillan, yer confidence has already wavered..... where once ya spoke of ya spittin' in my face as I lay on my back starin' up at ya, now ya speak of POSSIBLE conquests.... of POSSIBLE defeat.
(grins)
MAELSTROM: Contradiction.... denial.... frontin'..... all apparent aspects of a "game" ya seem very adept at. Mind games don't seem to be your forte though, so I'd stay clear of 'em if I were you. Ya see McMillan, I don't need to convince or shield myself of ANYTHING, for the simple reason that I've been there, done that, and in all probability will likely do it all over again. Ya ask what good my triple digit wins will be when we meet?
(laughs)
MAELSTROM: It's value WON'T start when we meet..... IT ALREADY STARTED!! I've just given ya one more thing to concern yerself about, and whether ya choose to admit it or not..... just like everythin' else has up to now, that too WILL affect yer focus. Like most, yer concept of conquest encompasses only physical confrontation.... Once yer focus is compromised, you've already lost half the battle.....
(and just like that, we ......FADE OUT.....)
(FADE IN:..... once again on Maelstrom, he has a stoic expression on his face, but there is no denying the light of amusement that dances within his eyes....)
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MAELSTROM: Whatsamatta McMillan? Am I beginning to "annoy" ya? (smirks) Over analyzation ya say? (puts a hand on his chin and feigns pondering) Ya know, if I wanted to amuse ya, I'd say ya were right.... But NAH! Fact is that yer just reactin' to the nerve I just struck and yer denial is more evident than ever! As for my free time, if ya ASSume that my publicly reamin' yer ass every chance I get means I have a too much free time, then I suppose yer right! Though ya might wanna consider another possibility.... maybe I'm just passin' the time away, amusin' myself until it's time to formally introduce ya to reality? Maybe the pace is too intense for ya? Things are progressing just a lil faster than ya anticipated eh? Ya can accept any version ya choose to but it'll be in vain. Ya see McMillan, yer confidence has already wavered..... where once ya spoke of ya spittin' in my face as I lay on my back starin' up at ya, now ya speak of POSSIBLE conquests.... of POSSIBLE defeat.
(grins)
MAELSTROM: Contradiction.... denial.... frontin'..... all apparent aspects of a "game" ya seem very adept at. Mind games don't seem to be your forte though, so I'd stay clear of 'em if I were you. Ya see McMillan, I don't need to convince or shield myself of ANYTHING, for the simple reason that I've been there, done that, and in all probability will likely do it all over again. Ya ask what good my triple digit wins will be when we meet?
(laughs)
MAELSTROM: It's value WON'T start when we meet..... IT ALREADY STARTED!! I've just given ya one more thing to concern yerself about, and whether ya choose to admit it or not..... just like everythin' else has up to now, that too WILL affect yer focus. Like most, yer concept of conquest encompasses only physical confrontation.... Once yer focus is compromised, you've already lost half the battle.....
(and just like that, we ......FADE OUT.....)
Mister Dread
League Member
RE: Compromised Focus
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-14-02 AT 03:36 PM (EST)]::FADEIN on the GLCW banner backstage. THE WOLF stands before the banner, attired as usual::
THE WOLF: You wanna know if you're annoying me, Maelstrom? The truth is, everything about you is annoying, so your answer is yes. And just like any other annoyance, I'm gonna swat you. And I'm going to relish every minute of it. I told you once that you were gonna have to make me eat my words. Well let me tell you, at this point nothing is going to give me more satisfaction then when I force-feed you your own.
::the camera comes in close on THE WOLF's face::
THE WOLF: I know you think you've got me rattled. You said that you've shaken my confidence. Well, that's your opinion and you're welcome to it. I've got my own opinion, however. The way I see it, you're a pompous ass, so swelled with your own inflated ideal of self-worth that you are blinded to the truth of what surrounds you. You're gonna introduce me to reality? Hardly. Seems to me that you've lost sight of that a long time ago, so secure in yourself that you've lost sight of what everyone else has done. You've set yourself up for one of the most horrifying occurences there is ... you've hidden yourself from yourself. You're the one who's overdue for a shot of real life, my friend. And I'm the one holding the needle.
THE WOLF: You said that I've gone from saying that I'm gonna spit in your face while you're staring up at the lights to possible conquests. Well, you're right. See, I believe that everyone deserves his due. Wouldn't really be fair of me to just disregard everything that you've accomplished. I guess that doesn't matter, though. The only thing you seem to understand, is unending smugness and arrogance. So let me say it again, so that you can appreciate it. I'm going to spit in your face, Maelstrom. You won't raise a hand to stop me because you'll be beaten, faced with the horrifying realization that your own superiority complex has led you down the road to perdition at the hands of the Wolf. I don't want you to be humiliated, Maelstrom. I don't want to humble you. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to enjoy it when it happens.
::FADE TO BLACK::
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-14-02 AT 03:36 PM (EST)]::FADEIN on the GLCW banner backstage. THE WOLF stands before the banner, attired as usual::
THE WOLF: You wanna know if you're annoying me, Maelstrom? The truth is, everything about you is annoying, so your answer is yes. And just like any other annoyance, I'm gonna swat you. And I'm going to relish every minute of it. I told you once that you were gonna have to make me eat my words. Well let me tell you, at this point nothing is going to give me more satisfaction then when I force-feed you your own.
::the camera comes in close on THE WOLF's face::
THE WOLF: I know you think you've got me rattled. You said that you've shaken my confidence. Well, that's your opinion and you're welcome to it. I've got my own opinion, however. The way I see it, you're a pompous ass, so swelled with your own inflated ideal of self-worth that you are blinded to the truth of what surrounds you. You're gonna introduce me to reality? Hardly. Seems to me that you've lost sight of that a long time ago, so secure in yourself that you've lost sight of what everyone else has done. You've set yourself up for one of the most horrifying occurences there is ... you've hidden yourself from yourself. You're the one who's overdue for a shot of real life, my friend. And I'm the one holding the needle.
THE WOLF: You said that I've gone from saying that I'm gonna spit in your face while you're staring up at the lights to possible conquests. Well, you're right. See, I believe that everyone deserves his due. Wouldn't really be fair of me to just disregard everything that you've accomplished. I guess that doesn't matter, though. The only thing you seem to understand, is unending smugness and arrogance. So let me say it again, so that you can appreciate it. I'm going to spit in your face, Maelstrom. You won't raise a hand to stop me because you'll be beaten, faced with the horrifying realization that your own superiority complex has led you down the road to perdition at the hands of the Wolf. I don't want you to be humiliated, Maelstrom. I don't want to humble you. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to enjoy it when it happens.
::FADE TO BLACK::
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JLebron
Guest
A beckoning means.....
(FADE TO:...... the same place and the same unmistakeable image of the man we know simply as ........ )
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MAELSTROM: McMillan, if ya think I'm annoying now.... what the hell are ya gonna think after yer forced to endure the GLCW's NEW version of reality.....
(grins)
MAELSTROM: Namely ME!? Ya say the only thing I understand is being smug an' arrogant? (smiles) Well ya see, now that's where yer wrong McMillan. I understand a LOT more than that! That's just one facet of me that you CHOOSE to recognize! I understand humility, when it's due..... as I understand arrogance when the "fronting" starts. I understand that you DO possess a gift..... that you are in the position to explode upon the scene at any given moment.... just as I understand that ya tend to speak before thinking.... that yer still a bit naive! What you call pompous arrogance and unending smugness..... I call opportunity! Ya see McMillan, I DON'T get off on fightin' "the easy" battles! I get off on battlin' the TOUGHEST SOB's I can get my hands on! And if my arrogance and smugness will help to elevate ya a lil' closer to that level......
(smiles)
MAELSTROM: Then I'll have achieved MY goal! Do ya really believe that traversing perdition's road is a horrifying realization to me?
(begins laughing)
MAELSTROM: Son, perdition and I are old acquaintances..... I lost my soul long ago in New Japan at the hands of the NEH......
(momentarily falls silent as he closes his eyes and begins to reminisce..... after a few moments he resumes speaking....)
MAELSTROM: That day I not only embraced, but later BREACHED my IMPASSE! (sighs heavily) But that was long ago.... so very long ago....
(loses himself in thought, he stares at nothing in particular, almost as if he fell into a trance.... moments later, he seems to snap out of it and resumes speaking as if nothing had distracted him.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya really think I've hidden myself from myself?
(begins laughing, faintly at first, then boisterously. Moments later, he suddenly stops laughing, glares stoically at the cameras and continues speaking.....)
MAELTROM: I am MORE in tune with myself than I've ever been before! Ya see McMillan, I don't have to like ya, or even respect ya..... it's not about that. IF the unlikely were to happen an' ya were to be THE MAN when we meet, I'll be the first one to shake yer hand! It's not 'bout ego, though you may think otherwise. It's only 'bout one thing for me..... THE BATTLE ITSELF! Winning and titles are just a common end-result to my means! A means that beckons me much like titles, fame and money beckon others. Unlike others, the colors GOLD and GREEN are not my primary concern...... but RED however, now that's something that I have a seemingly insatiable appetite for! But now I'm gettin' ahead of myself, and all this has probably gone over yer head. So let me say something that yer stubborn mentality WILL understand.....
(glares stoically at the cameras)
MAELSTROM: Call me arrogant, call me smug.... call me whatever the F(BLEEP)K ya want to if it'll make ya feel more secure. Hell, ya got NOTHIN' to lose! This is YOUR opportunity to shine. If ya beat me, you'll be one of only a SELECT FEW who've ever been able to accomplish that! Somethin' ya can wear as proud as ANY TITLE! Unfortunately for you, simply spittin' in my face WON'T accomplish that! Ya best fight as if yer very life depended on it, cuz let me tell ya..... Mercy? Emotions? Where we're headed, they don't exist for me! I'm of a single mind and single purpose, a concept ya can't seem to grasp.... let alone do anything about......
(FADE OUT......)
(FADE TO:...... the same place and the same unmistakeable image of the man we know simply as ........ )
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MAELSTROM: McMillan, if ya think I'm annoying now.... what the hell are ya gonna think after yer forced to endure the GLCW's NEW version of reality.....
(grins)
MAELSTROM: Namely ME!? Ya say the only thing I understand is being smug an' arrogant? (smiles) Well ya see, now that's where yer wrong McMillan. I understand a LOT more than that! That's just one facet of me that you CHOOSE to recognize! I understand humility, when it's due..... as I understand arrogance when the "fronting" starts. I understand that you DO possess a gift..... that you are in the position to explode upon the scene at any given moment.... just as I understand that ya tend to speak before thinking.... that yer still a bit naive! What you call pompous arrogance and unending smugness..... I call opportunity! Ya see McMillan, I DON'T get off on fightin' "the easy" battles! I get off on battlin' the TOUGHEST SOB's I can get my hands on! And if my arrogance and smugness will help to elevate ya a lil' closer to that level......
(smiles)
MAELSTROM: Then I'll have achieved MY goal! Do ya really believe that traversing perdition's road is a horrifying realization to me?
(begins laughing)
MAELSTROM: Son, perdition and I are old acquaintances..... I lost my soul long ago in New Japan at the hands of the NEH......
(momentarily falls silent as he closes his eyes and begins to reminisce..... after a few moments he resumes speaking....)
MAELSTROM: That day I not only embraced, but later BREACHED my IMPASSE! (sighs heavily) But that was long ago.... so very long ago....
(loses himself in thought, he stares at nothing in particular, almost as if he fell into a trance.... moments later, he seems to snap out of it and resumes speaking as if nothing had distracted him.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya really think I've hidden myself from myself?
(begins laughing, faintly at first, then boisterously. Moments later, he suddenly stops laughing, glares stoically at the cameras and continues speaking.....)
MAELTROM: I am MORE in tune with myself than I've ever been before! Ya see McMillan, I don't have to like ya, or even respect ya..... it's not about that. IF the unlikely were to happen an' ya were to be THE MAN when we meet, I'll be the first one to shake yer hand! It's not 'bout ego, though you may think otherwise. It's only 'bout one thing for me..... THE BATTLE ITSELF! Winning and titles are just a common end-result to my means! A means that beckons me much like titles, fame and money beckon others. Unlike others, the colors GOLD and GREEN are not my primary concern...... but RED however, now that's something that I have a seemingly insatiable appetite for! But now I'm gettin' ahead of myself, and all this has probably gone over yer head. So let me say something that yer stubborn mentality WILL understand.....
(glares stoically at the cameras)
MAELSTROM: Call me arrogant, call me smug.... call me whatever the F(BLEEP)K ya want to if it'll make ya feel more secure. Hell, ya got NOTHIN' to lose! This is YOUR opportunity to shine. If ya beat me, you'll be one of only a SELECT FEW who've ever been able to accomplish that! Somethin' ya can wear as proud as ANY TITLE! Unfortunately for you, simply spittin' in my face WON'T accomplish that! Ya best fight as if yer very life depended on it, cuz let me tell ya..... Mercy? Emotions? Where we're headed, they don't exist for me! I'm of a single mind and single purpose, a concept ya can't seem to grasp.... let alone do anything about......
(FADE OUT......)
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JLebron
Guest
Reality is on its way......
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-17-02 AT 05:22 PM (EST)](FADE TO: .... an ominous looking sky as the winds howl faintly in the background.... and standing in the middle of all this, with his black mane being whipped about, is a large silhouette. His features are masked, but the moment he starts speaking we recognize the voice, the voice of the man we know simply as.......)
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MAELSTROM: It's almost time McMillan! Are ya nervous? Is the anticipation eatin' away at ya? Are ya ready to leave all yer frontin' behind and "prove" yerself? The time for talk is nearing its end......
(pauses momentarily as he looks around)
MAELSTROM: The time for me to back up my arrogance and smugness is approaching. As is your opportunity to make me eat my words..... to humble me..... to humiliate me.....
(laughs)
MAELSTROM: Reality is on its way McMillan..... endure it as best ya can when it embraces ya....... it's nature is unforgivin' an' it offers no mercy..... it never does.....
(raises his hands and looks into them then as he drops his hands he resumes speaking in near whispering tones.....)
MAELSTROM: (whispering) [i]yer not ready to breach yer impasse.... yer simply not ready.....[/i]
(FADE OUT)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-17-02 AT 05:22 PM (EST)](FADE TO: .... an ominous looking sky as the winds howl faintly in the background.... and standing in the middle of all this, with his black mane being whipped about, is a large silhouette. His features are masked, but the moment he starts speaking we recognize the voice, the voice of the man we know simply as.......)
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MAELSTROM: It's almost time McMillan! Are ya nervous? Is the anticipation eatin' away at ya? Are ya ready to leave all yer frontin' behind and "prove" yerself? The time for talk is nearing its end......
(pauses momentarily as he looks around)
MAELSTROM: The time for me to back up my arrogance and smugness is approaching. As is your opportunity to make me eat my words..... to humble me..... to humiliate me.....
(laughs)
MAELSTROM: Reality is on its way McMillan..... endure it as best ya can when it embraces ya....... it's nature is unforgivin' an' it offers no mercy..... it never does.....
(raises his hands and looks into them then as he drops his hands he resumes speaking in near whispering tones.....)
MAELSTROM: (whispering) [i]yer not ready to breach yer impasse.... yer simply not ready.....[/i]
(FADE OUT)
Mister Dread
League Member
Reality is perception ...
::FADEIN on the rickety, sagging ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy, the dim and unsavory haunt of CHRIS McMILLAN. The lights are low, casting deep shadow across the room. "THE WOLF" sits perched upon the top turnbuckle, leaning forward. His face is in shadow, and he speaks with a conspiritor's voice::
THE WOLF (hushed): You're right, Maelstrom. We've nearly reached the point were words lose their meaning. The air is electric. No one speaks, afraid to break the spell that befalls the whole of us. A hushed whisper, a quiet breath ... and we wait. What's to be said has been said. Soon, what's to be done will be done. Men will build the foundations of their legacies. Dreams will be born, and die. Spirits will be shattered. Wills will be tested. Those that are found to be lacking will be left by the wayside, struggling to piece together the scattered remnants of their once-mighty pride. They face reality. WE face reality.
::THE WOLF leans forward, an intimate gesture to rival a hushed yet urgent tone::
THE WOLF: But reality is only as real as how we percieve. What is real to you is vapor to me, and vice-versa. Reality, good or bad, is only what you make of it. You and I have vastly different senses of what is real and what is illusion, Maelstrom. In a way, both of us are right. Strong in our beliefs, strong in fact. And yet in another, we both are wrong. Infinite possibilities. Infinite paths for the two of us to trod. Or perhaps there is another facet to reality. Perhaps we will forge our own path.
::THE WOLF hops down from the turnbuckle, stalking to the center of the ring::
THE WOLF: Or maybe I have it all wrong. But I know for certain that we will collide. Two men, two wills ... two realities. Which of us walks the true path, and which is blinded by our own illusions? One of us has the will, Maelstrom. Only one of us ...
::FADE TO BLACK::
::FADEIN on the rickety, sagging ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling Academy, the dim and unsavory haunt of CHRIS McMILLAN. The lights are low, casting deep shadow across the room. "THE WOLF" sits perched upon the top turnbuckle, leaning forward. His face is in shadow, and he speaks with a conspiritor's voice::
THE WOLF (hushed): You're right, Maelstrom. We've nearly reached the point were words lose their meaning. The air is electric. No one speaks, afraid to break the spell that befalls the whole of us. A hushed whisper, a quiet breath ... and we wait. What's to be said has been said. Soon, what's to be done will be done. Men will build the foundations of their legacies. Dreams will be born, and die. Spirits will be shattered. Wills will be tested. Those that are found to be lacking will be left by the wayside, struggling to piece together the scattered remnants of their once-mighty pride. They face reality. WE face reality.
::THE WOLF leans forward, an intimate gesture to rival a hushed yet urgent tone::
THE WOLF: But reality is only as real as how we percieve. What is real to you is vapor to me, and vice-versa. Reality, good or bad, is only what you make of it. You and I have vastly different senses of what is real and what is illusion, Maelstrom. In a way, both of us are right. Strong in our beliefs, strong in fact. And yet in another, we both are wrong. Infinite possibilities. Infinite paths for the two of us to trod. Or perhaps there is another facet to reality. Perhaps we will forge our own path.
::THE WOLF hops down from the turnbuckle, stalking to the center of the ring::
THE WOLF: Or maybe I have it all wrong. But I know for certain that we will collide. Two men, two wills ... two realities. Which of us walks the true path, and which is blinded by our own illusions? One of us has the will, Maelstrom. Only one of us ...
::FADE TO BLACK::