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::