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Main Event Cage Match: Michael Manson vs. Maelstrom
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-30-02 AT 11:30 PM (EST)](FADE IN.... to a black screen that quickly changes as the unmistakeable chatter of fans begins to slowly increase in volume. We then see Tony Ross sitting at a table adjusting his headset as he looks upon the monitor in front of him. As if sensing our presence, he looks up at us and immediately begins speaking......)
TONY ROSS: Hello everyone, I'm Tony Ross and we're live from the GLCW Studios in Chicago. Our guest today via satellite link-up is a man who needs no introduction in any wrestling arena, he's dominated in just about every league he's ever been in, and now he's here in the GLCW, apparently with the same thing in mind as he prepares for his enclosed steel cage title match against the current GLCW Heavyweight Champion, Michael Manson. Of course I'm talking about the man the GLCW has come to know simply as MAELSTROM!
(Immediately the screen expands and we find ourselves looking upon the visage of Maelstrom, his huge arms are folded across his massive chest as he glares at us amidst a vertical GLCW backdrop)
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TONY ROSS: For as wide as the wrestling community is, the circles are relatively small. Maelstrom, I was present on the day you made your wrestling debut against Johnny Thunder, nearly crippling him in the process. That of course was back during the days of Malec's NFWA. I saw you make a brief non-sanctioned appearance in Joe Lebron and Scott Malec's FWF, watched you compete in Malec's CCW and now, here we are again, back in Malec's newest venture, the GLCW. With that being said, I think it's a fair statement for me to say that I'm probably one of the most, if not the most informed authority on your career. You've practically accomplished all that can be accomplished in wrestling, countless titles, at one point you even held and defended three different world titles simultaneously. As for recognition, you're widely regarded as a legend by many of your peers as well as many wrestling analysts and as for status, well your reputation definitely precedes you where ever you go. What else is there for you to accomplish?
MAELSTROM: Tony, there's always a different sorta challenge out there. A challenge doesn't necessarily need to be associated with a title, a challenge can be found in just 'bout every match.... it all depends on what yer lookin' for.
TONY ROSS: And what are you looking for Maelstrom?
MAELSTROM: I'm lookin' to tap into that hidden resource that tends to hibernate in most of us. I like to call it, the impasse. I believe everyone's got it..... some of us have negotiated it. But very few have breached it.
TONY ROSS: Is there anyone here in the GLCW that you feel has negotiated or breached this impasse you speak of?
MAELSTROM: Hard to say since that's an introspective kinda concept an' most people out here are busy posturin' an' frontin'.
TONY ROSS: And you've never done that?
MAELSTROM: I've always done what needed to be done..... every situation is different, every opponent demands his own unique type of attention. Posturin? Frontin? They're all tools used in head-games, problem is most can't or won't separate it from reality.
TONY ROSS: Your longevity and integreity in this sport have been attacked recently. You've been accused of being washed up by such stars as The Jobber and Masked Blazer. Even your accomplishments have been put into question as being directly influenced by your long-time association with Scott Malec, most recently by wrestling veteran The Masked Blazer and by GLCW rookie "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill. How does that make you feel?
MAELSTROM: Feel? Well it really doesn't phase me.... at least not in the manner they'd like it to. I've been wrestling professionally now for just slightly over 5 years an' have barely witnessed 30 winters in my lifetime, an' my win streak continues to rise as the dust layers heavily on my loss column. So I think it's pretty fair to say that I'm far from being washed up. As for the insinuations regarding an "influential" association with Malec, if that were to hold true 'bout me, then it holds true for EVERYONE! Bothrops Nocturnus an' WWWA Presidents Chris Donaldson an' Stan Vick come to mind, the consummate example of bein' overrated, Mike Randalls an' the politically motivated UWA also come to mind. StoneWolf an' the FWF's Malec an' Lebron would be up there also, an' most recently an' notably, Michael Manson an' his "questionable" relationship with IWF President Chris Horowitz most definitely comes to mind. Success takes the most suspect route at times.... ya could be an absolute superstar in one promotion an' barely make it to midcard status in another. Anarky is a prime example of that premise. Like him or not, he's still, IMO, one of the most talented an' toughest SOB's out there, domininating in just 'bout every league he passed through, defeating most of the sports top stars. That is 'til he came upon the WWL an' his career took a sudden 180 degree turn. Should THAT too be considered an "influential" type of association AGAINST him? Then ya have the other end of the spectrum, Minion who IMO has never quite broken outta midcard status yet seemed to thrive against some very big names in the WWL. Is the integrity of Medina and the WWL suspect? Should they also be accused of "influential" associations? How can anyone possibly accept only one end of the "influence" spectrum an' disregard the other end an' expect it to be regarded with any measure of credibility? It can't be done, ya can't condemn one without condemning the other, an' factor in that not everyone shares the same opinion, an' all yer left with are arguable subjective reasonings.
TONY ROSS: I see your point and it does seem to have some merit. You have an upcoming match against the current GLCW Heavyweight Champion, Michael Manson. He has seemed to enjoy a tremendous amount of success, some would even say, a "fairy-bookesque" type of career in the IWF. What are your views regarding that? Do you think "positive influence" played a part in that?
MAELSTROM: "Fairy-bookesque" wouldn't be too far off the mark for some, though what I believe doesn't matter 'cuz it would doubtless be taken outta context or viewed as biasse considerin' how I feel 'bout the man.
TONY ROSS: And how exactly do you feel about Manson?
MAELSTROM: I think Manson, for as accomplished a wrestler as he "seems" to be, is nothin' more than an overrated, narcissistic pizzle whose true talent lies in rationalizin' his shortcomings. Whether or not I choose to believe the rumors of his "influential" success in the IWF is pointless. My opinion doesn't matter to him nor does his to me, particularly considering that his views are based primarily on parodies an' baseless, petty insults. It's not possible to hold an "intelligent" forum with the man 'cuz unless yer kissin' his ass or fawning over his self-proclaimed greatness, then yer opinion has absolutely no value to him.
TONY ROSS: How do you think Manson feels about you?
(raises and eyebrow and gives a matter-of-fact look)
MAELSTROM: Guess ya weren't payin' attention earlier on when I told ya that his opinion of me meant S(BLEEP)T to me eh? But if ya feel the need for an answer to that question, ya'd hafta ask him that.
TONY ROSS: Well, you've both had what seems to be extremely successful careers thus far and if it were a race, one could argue that you'd both be neck and neck.
MAELSTROM: I'm sure he'd disagree with you, much like I would and do. He's already previously stated that HIS opponents were tougher.... HIS titles more prestigious.... HIS accomplishments more satisfying. Typical thinking pattern of someone who's a legend in his own mind. Despite all that drama an' opinionated an' obviously biasse comments, we've both won our share of titles an' we've both seemingly dominated in various promotions. Ya can list each of our accomplishments an' compare 'em side by side but it would all be in vain.
TONY ROSS: Why is that?
MAELSTROM: Different venues, different circumstances, different titles.... it's sorta like comparing apples and oranges. The only REAL way of doin' a true comparison that matters is by throwin' us in the ring together an' lettin' reality take its course. An' even then, that would only dictate who was the better man on THAT particular night. Bottom line is, there is no such thing as being the best per se, an' those that would argue that point would base it on nothin' more than their subjective opinion. At best it's merely a temporary label entirely dependent upon the current circumstance. Technically speakin', some could consider Manson to be the "best" in the GLCW right now simply 'cuz he's sportin' that strap..... however that doesn't necessarily make it true. Being champion of a league doesn't necessarily mean yer the best there. Through the fluke of a drugged-out King Krusher, intervening where he shouldn't have, Manson walks away the champ on a VERY questionable decision by the commissioner. In their rematch, Manson "conveniently" manages to get DQ'd and holds on to his precious title. A plan of design or circumstance.... who's to say, but it does raise some interestin' doubts towards his credibility an' claims of bein' the best. An' lets not ignore that lil' footnote that MY contract with the GLCW wasn't finalized until AFTER the tournament for the title had already been bracketed an' underway, leavin' me ineligible to enter. The strap affords him the title of bein' the best only temporarily in name..... not necessarily in principle. Figuratively speakin', once the reign is over..... so is his "impression" of bein' the best.
TONY ROSS: A point that some would find arguable. Your outlook toward your inevitable meeting with Manson varies drastically with his.... like day against night. Manson seems to have a much more.....
(pauses as he seems to search for the right words)
TONY ROSS: ..... a much more "light-hearted" view. While you seem to have a more business-like approach. Do you think he's over-confident?
MAELSTROM: I think his demeanor reflects his starvin' ego. He attempts to make light of and divert attention away from himself every time he's shown up. A while back he questioned the actual existance of Pandora Island, an' apparently, after finding out that his ASSumptions were WAY off the mark, he chose to disguise his blunder by introducin' the parody of Tempest. Other than his farce with Tempest, all he ever managed to comment on were petty, disparagin' remarks 'bout my grammar. The only message that conveys to me is that his ammunition, while loaded, is shootin' blanks. Won't be the first time nor the last that someone's jested their way to a painfully rude reality.
TONY ROSS: At the risk of getting ahead of ourselves, there is always the possibility that Manson may not even have the title when he faces you. He still has to get past The GLCW T.V. Champion, The Jobber. What if The Jobber manages to strip him of the title before your big cage match? Would that alter the way you would approach this match?
MAELSTROM: While it would be sweeter for ME to be the one to usurp his precious strap, fact of the matter is whether there's a title at stake or not, I'm goin' to approach this match with the same purpose in mind.....
TONY ROSS: And that would be?
MAELSTROM: To bring the shock of reality into Manson's world! An' if he doesn't possess the title when I do so.... afterwards, I'll chase down The Jobber an' humble his ass also!
TONY ROSS: You and The Jobber, if I recall correctly, were about to face off against each other in a tournament to decide the first heavyweight champion of Scott Malec's ill-fated CCW. Do you have any speculations about that?
MAELSTROM: You mean do I think I could've beaten The Jobber?
TONY ROSS: Um... yes.
MAELSTROM: Simply put..... The Jobber would NOT have gotten past me in that tournament..... PERIOD!
TONY ROSS: You say that so matter of factly, how could you be so sure of that?
MAELSTROM: I'm not. You asked me to speculate an' I did just that. My answer is based on my opinion not a statement of fact. Regardless of all that, while I understand that my word is not gospel, I would still answer the same way regardless of WHO my opponent would be. I've always said that anyone can be beaten at any given time, an' I still believe that, however ya gotta realize that I don't view losin' as an option for me. An' while the inevitable occasional loss does and has occurred throughout my career, registerin' less than double digits up to now, I won't allow that to ever be an obstacle. Call it cockiness.... call it arrogance.... call it extreme confidence..... hell, I don't really give a F(BLEEP)K what ya call it..... it's just the way it is an' the way it'll always be. But 'nuff with the speculation, I'll cross that Jobber bridge when an' or if it occurs. Right now, Manson is in my cross-hairs an' I'm locked on target.
TONY ROSS: Well, with that being said, it looks like we're just about out of time. Maelstrom, I'd like to thank you for granting us this interview and wish you all the luck against Michael Manson.
MAELSTROM: No need for all that.
TONY ROSS: I know there was no need for it, but I wanted to express my appreciation. It's not often that you grant anyone an interview and it's very much appreciated.
MAELSTROM: I wasn't referring to your appreciative comment. I was referring to the comment ya made wishin' me luck 'gainst Manson. There's no need for such a comment or wish, if it's meant to be, it'll happen..... an' even if it's not meant to be.... I'LL STILL MAKE IT HAPPEN! Comprende?
TONY ROSS: Um, yes. Yes I do. There you have it folks. Candid statements from a very focused and determined Maelstrom. This is Tony Ross with GLCW Heavyweight Title Contender, Maelstrom signing off from the GLCW Studios.
(the screen pulls back and gives us a short glimpse of Maelstrom, arms still folded across his massive chest, glaring at us stoically and nodding his head furtively.... Moments later we simply FADE OUT......)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-30-02 AT 11:30 PM (EST)](FADE IN.... to a black screen that quickly changes as the unmistakeable chatter of fans begins to slowly increase in volume. We then see Tony Ross sitting at a table adjusting his headset as he looks upon the monitor in front of him. As if sensing our presence, he looks up at us and immediately begins speaking......)
TONY ROSS: Hello everyone, I'm Tony Ross and we're live from the GLCW Studios in Chicago. Our guest today via satellite link-up is a man who needs no introduction in any wrestling arena, he's dominated in just about every league he's ever been in, and now he's here in the GLCW, apparently with the same thing in mind as he prepares for his enclosed steel cage title match against the current GLCW Heavyweight Champion, Michael Manson. Of course I'm talking about the man the GLCW has come to know simply as MAELSTROM!
(Immediately the screen expands and we find ourselves looking upon the visage of Maelstrom, his huge arms are folded across his massive chest as he glares at us amidst a vertical GLCW backdrop)
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TONY ROSS: For as wide as the wrestling community is, the circles are relatively small. Maelstrom, I was present on the day you made your wrestling debut against Johnny Thunder, nearly crippling him in the process. That of course was back during the days of Malec's NFWA. I saw you make a brief non-sanctioned appearance in Joe Lebron and Scott Malec's FWF, watched you compete in Malec's CCW and now, here we are again, back in Malec's newest venture, the GLCW. With that being said, I think it's a fair statement for me to say that I'm probably one of the most, if not the most informed authority on your career. You've practically accomplished all that can be accomplished in wrestling, countless titles, at one point you even held and defended three different world titles simultaneously. As for recognition, you're widely regarded as a legend by many of your peers as well as many wrestling analysts and as for status, well your reputation definitely precedes you where ever you go. What else is there for you to accomplish?
MAELSTROM: Tony, there's always a different sorta challenge out there. A challenge doesn't necessarily need to be associated with a title, a challenge can be found in just 'bout every match.... it all depends on what yer lookin' for.
TONY ROSS: And what are you looking for Maelstrom?
MAELSTROM: I'm lookin' to tap into that hidden resource that tends to hibernate in most of us. I like to call it, the impasse. I believe everyone's got it..... some of us have negotiated it. But very few have breached it.
TONY ROSS: Is there anyone here in the GLCW that you feel has negotiated or breached this impasse you speak of?
MAELSTROM: Hard to say since that's an introspective kinda concept an' most people out here are busy posturin' an' frontin'.
TONY ROSS: And you've never done that?
MAELSTROM: I've always done what needed to be done..... every situation is different, every opponent demands his own unique type of attention. Posturin? Frontin? They're all tools used in head-games, problem is most can't or won't separate it from reality.
TONY ROSS: Your longevity and integreity in this sport have been attacked recently. You've been accused of being washed up by such stars as The Jobber and Masked Blazer. Even your accomplishments have been put into question as being directly influenced by your long-time association with Scott Malec, most recently by wrestling veteran The Masked Blazer and by GLCW rookie "Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill. How does that make you feel?
MAELSTROM: Feel? Well it really doesn't phase me.... at least not in the manner they'd like it to. I've been wrestling professionally now for just slightly over 5 years an' have barely witnessed 30 winters in my lifetime, an' my win streak continues to rise as the dust layers heavily on my loss column. So I think it's pretty fair to say that I'm far from being washed up. As for the insinuations regarding an "influential" association with Malec, if that were to hold true 'bout me, then it holds true for EVERYONE! Bothrops Nocturnus an' WWWA Presidents Chris Donaldson an' Stan Vick come to mind, the consummate example of bein' overrated, Mike Randalls an' the politically motivated UWA also come to mind. StoneWolf an' the FWF's Malec an' Lebron would be up there also, an' most recently an' notably, Michael Manson an' his "questionable" relationship with IWF President Chris Horowitz most definitely comes to mind. Success takes the most suspect route at times.... ya could be an absolute superstar in one promotion an' barely make it to midcard status in another. Anarky is a prime example of that premise. Like him or not, he's still, IMO, one of the most talented an' toughest SOB's out there, domininating in just 'bout every league he passed through, defeating most of the sports top stars. That is 'til he came upon the WWL an' his career took a sudden 180 degree turn. Should THAT too be considered an "influential" type of association AGAINST him? Then ya have the other end of the spectrum, Minion who IMO has never quite broken outta midcard status yet seemed to thrive against some very big names in the WWL. Is the integrity of Medina and the WWL suspect? Should they also be accused of "influential" associations? How can anyone possibly accept only one end of the "influence" spectrum an' disregard the other end an' expect it to be regarded with any measure of credibility? It can't be done, ya can't condemn one without condemning the other, an' factor in that not everyone shares the same opinion, an' all yer left with are arguable subjective reasonings.
TONY ROSS: I see your point and it does seem to have some merit. You have an upcoming match against the current GLCW Heavyweight Champion, Michael Manson. He has seemed to enjoy a tremendous amount of success, some would even say, a "fairy-bookesque" type of career in the IWF. What are your views regarding that? Do you think "positive influence" played a part in that?
MAELSTROM: "Fairy-bookesque" wouldn't be too far off the mark for some, though what I believe doesn't matter 'cuz it would doubtless be taken outta context or viewed as biasse considerin' how I feel 'bout the man.
TONY ROSS: And how exactly do you feel about Manson?
MAELSTROM: I think Manson, for as accomplished a wrestler as he "seems" to be, is nothin' more than an overrated, narcissistic pizzle whose true talent lies in rationalizin' his shortcomings. Whether or not I choose to believe the rumors of his "influential" success in the IWF is pointless. My opinion doesn't matter to him nor does his to me, particularly considering that his views are based primarily on parodies an' baseless, petty insults. It's not possible to hold an "intelligent" forum with the man 'cuz unless yer kissin' his ass or fawning over his self-proclaimed greatness, then yer opinion has absolutely no value to him.
TONY ROSS: How do you think Manson feels about you?
(raises and eyebrow and gives a matter-of-fact look)
MAELSTROM: Guess ya weren't payin' attention earlier on when I told ya that his opinion of me meant S(BLEEP)T to me eh? But if ya feel the need for an answer to that question, ya'd hafta ask him that.
TONY ROSS: Well, you've both had what seems to be extremely successful careers thus far and if it were a race, one could argue that you'd both be neck and neck.
MAELSTROM: I'm sure he'd disagree with you, much like I would and do. He's already previously stated that HIS opponents were tougher.... HIS titles more prestigious.... HIS accomplishments more satisfying. Typical thinking pattern of someone who's a legend in his own mind. Despite all that drama an' opinionated an' obviously biasse comments, we've both won our share of titles an' we've both seemingly dominated in various promotions. Ya can list each of our accomplishments an' compare 'em side by side but it would all be in vain.
TONY ROSS: Why is that?
MAELSTROM: Different venues, different circumstances, different titles.... it's sorta like comparing apples and oranges. The only REAL way of doin' a true comparison that matters is by throwin' us in the ring together an' lettin' reality take its course. An' even then, that would only dictate who was the better man on THAT particular night. Bottom line is, there is no such thing as being the best per se, an' those that would argue that point would base it on nothin' more than their subjective opinion. At best it's merely a temporary label entirely dependent upon the current circumstance. Technically speakin', some could consider Manson to be the "best" in the GLCW right now simply 'cuz he's sportin' that strap..... however that doesn't necessarily make it true. Being champion of a league doesn't necessarily mean yer the best there. Through the fluke of a drugged-out King Krusher, intervening where he shouldn't have, Manson walks away the champ on a VERY questionable decision by the commissioner. In their rematch, Manson "conveniently" manages to get DQ'd and holds on to his precious title. A plan of design or circumstance.... who's to say, but it does raise some interestin' doubts towards his credibility an' claims of bein' the best. An' lets not ignore that lil' footnote that MY contract with the GLCW wasn't finalized until AFTER the tournament for the title had already been bracketed an' underway, leavin' me ineligible to enter. The strap affords him the title of bein' the best only temporarily in name..... not necessarily in principle. Figuratively speakin', once the reign is over..... so is his "impression" of bein' the best.
TONY ROSS: A point that some would find arguable. Your outlook toward your inevitable meeting with Manson varies drastically with his.... like day against night. Manson seems to have a much more.....
(pauses as he seems to search for the right words)
TONY ROSS: ..... a much more "light-hearted" view. While you seem to have a more business-like approach. Do you think he's over-confident?
MAELSTROM: I think his demeanor reflects his starvin' ego. He attempts to make light of and divert attention away from himself every time he's shown up. A while back he questioned the actual existance of Pandora Island, an' apparently, after finding out that his ASSumptions were WAY off the mark, he chose to disguise his blunder by introducin' the parody of Tempest. Other than his farce with Tempest, all he ever managed to comment on were petty, disparagin' remarks 'bout my grammar. The only message that conveys to me is that his ammunition, while loaded, is shootin' blanks. Won't be the first time nor the last that someone's jested their way to a painfully rude reality.
TONY ROSS: At the risk of getting ahead of ourselves, there is always the possibility that Manson may not even have the title when he faces you. He still has to get past The GLCW T.V. Champion, The Jobber. What if The Jobber manages to strip him of the title before your big cage match? Would that alter the way you would approach this match?
MAELSTROM: While it would be sweeter for ME to be the one to usurp his precious strap, fact of the matter is whether there's a title at stake or not, I'm goin' to approach this match with the same purpose in mind.....
TONY ROSS: And that would be?
MAELSTROM: To bring the shock of reality into Manson's world! An' if he doesn't possess the title when I do so.... afterwards, I'll chase down The Jobber an' humble his ass also!
TONY ROSS: You and The Jobber, if I recall correctly, were about to face off against each other in a tournament to decide the first heavyweight champion of Scott Malec's ill-fated CCW. Do you have any speculations about that?
MAELSTROM: You mean do I think I could've beaten The Jobber?
TONY ROSS: Um... yes.
MAELSTROM: Simply put..... The Jobber would NOT have gotten past me in that tournament..... PERIOD!
TONY ROSS: You say that so matter of factly, how could you be so sure of that?
MAELSTROM: I'm not. You asked me to speculate an' I did just that. My answer is based on my opinion not a statement of fact. Regardless of all that, while I understand that my word is not gospel, I would still answer the same way regardless of WHO my opponent would be. I've always said that anyone can be beaten at any given time, an' I still believe that, however ya gotta realize that I don't view losin' as an option for me. An' while the inevitable occasional loss does and has occurred throughout my career, registerin' less than double digits up to now, I won't allow that to ever be an obstacle. Call it cockiness.... call it arrogance.... call it extreme confidence..... hell, I don't really give a F(BLEEP)K what ya call it..... it's just the way it is an' the way it'll always be. But 'nuff with the speculation, I'll cross that Jobber bridge when an' or if it occurs. Right now, Manson is in my cross-hairs an' I'm locked on target.
TONY ROSS: Well, with that being said, it looks like we're just about out of time. Maelstrom, I'd like to thank you for granting us this interview and wish you all the luck against Michael Manson.
MAELSTROM: No need for all that.
TONY ROSS: I know there was no need for it, but I wanted to express my appreciation. It's not often that you grant anyone an interview and it's very much appreciated.
MAELSTROM: I wasn't referring to your appreciative comment. I was referring to the comment ya made wishin' me luck 'gainst Manson. There's no need for such a comment or wish, if it's meant to be, it'll happen..... an' even if it's not meant to be.... I'LL STILL MAKE IT HAPPEN! Comprende?
TONY ROSS: Um, yes. Yes I do. There you have it folks. Candid statements from a very focused and determined Maelstrom. This is Tony Ross with GLCW Heavyweight Title Contender, Maelstrom signing off from the GLCW Studios.
(the screen pulls back and gives us a short glimpse of Maelstrom, arms still folded across his massive chest, glaring at us stoically and nodding his head furtively.... Moments later we simply FADE OUT......)
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Just what is a pizzle?
((FADEIN: Michael Manson sits in a chair in a studio, wearing a black ?Manson Saves Us? t-shirt and jeans. The GLCW title rests next to him with his name now engraved on it. He has his legs up on a coffee table and looks back at the GLCW logo on the wall.))
MANSON: Seeing as that I should demand equal time, I tried to schedule some interview time. Though for some reason, none of the announcers and interview personalities want anything to do with it. I wonder why.
(pauses)
However, as champion I found a suitable replacement, a hard-hitting interviewer who doesn't back away from the tough questions.
((The side door swings open. The camera pans to find no one there. The camera lowers to see TEMPEST, wearing a black shirt with the sleeves cut-off and tight stone-washed jeans. His muscles bulge despite the rope burns. He takes a crate and places it on the chair opposite Manson and sits down. The camera focuses him on him. He presses his face into it.))
TEMPEST(his veins throbbing): Did ya think ya could hold me forever? Yer got no idea what yer got yerself into now, yer pizzle. I?m loose now, an I?ll be comin fer ya if there?s anythin left after da cage. I was locked in a cage when I was born I tell ya, just me and my uncle drunk on the ritual wine. Yer frogot about the island did ya? The island never lets go, ya traitor. I?ll show ya, yer goin remember da island?..
((Manson kicks the crate and Tempest falls off. The camera stays focused on the seat as her climbs back up producing a small notepad from his back pocket.))
TEMPEST: Now wit the questions. Now whats yer response to Maelstrom sayin you in other leagues are corrupt and that?s what you built your career on?
MANSON: What I do in other places is not important nor relevant to the GLCW. I have a contract, which only myself, Scott Malec, and my lawyer have seen. I fulfill all my obligations on it. Maelstrom needs to bring other promotions into this because he has nothing to speak of himself. I said to Golem, what has he done? The same holds true of Maelstrom.
TEMPEST: An if ya were Maelstrom what would you reply?
MANSON: There is no reply. He has done nothing. The last supercard he was a simple referee. Why exactly does this man have a title shot? It was announced before he had even wrestled a match to my recollection. I, on the other hand, won a tournament and actually earned the title. One which I do respect judging the fact I make all title defenses and carry it with me. Maelstrom though says he doesn?t care about the title. He only takes a hypocritical code of honor with him. Tell me, why does a man who has not earned a title shot and does not respect or want the title deserve a title shot?
TEMPEST: The Jobber did though?an it boils my skin?.
MANSON: That he only gets a title shot at a house show? I?ll prevail there, just like I always do, but why isn?t this the main event of the most important card of the year? The Jobber only lost in the semi-finals of the title tournament and then went on to win the TV title. Why is Maelstrom taken as more important than him? Technically, the Jobber is number 2 man, he always will be as long as I?m here, but still he?s above the rest of the trash. I know why they desperately want to see me die a thousand deaths.
TEMPEST: An whats da reason for that?
MANSON: As I said earlier, not many people have read my contract. But the truth is, Scott Malec moved heaven and earth to sign me. Without ego, I know I am the highest-paid talent under contract to this league. My first match was the first match ever in the promotion. That is supposed to be an honor and they gave to me, the man by the end of that first show that everyone wanted to see starved and crucified. They wanted me, they wanted me to draw, to make them money, create controversy and attention, but they never thought I?d be their champion. One of the reasons Krusher was made commissioner was to prevent that. He?s outspoken about disliking me. This is a man who recently slandered me in public for supposedly kidnapping a woman. This isn?t Pandora Island, you are innocent until proven guilty and there?s nothing that can even place me in the building at the time this woman was kidnapped. But he jumped at the chance to scapegoat me, even gathering a band of four to attack me. Four men who claimed they didn?t need help beating me, four men who call me a coward, despite the fact that none of them could defeat me in the ring. I realize Maelstrom was among them and our match has yet to take place, but I still don?t have any reason to place him above Golem, Poe, or the rest.
TEMPEST: An do ya have an opinion on Maelstrom?
MANSON: Other than he?s an uneducated brute? No. You see, they never wanted me as champion. They wanted him. Since he first showed up here they?ve been trying to find ways so he could end up with the title. Using Poe and Golem as his cannon fodder and handing him a title shot for no reason other than being there. They wanted him as champion, a brute, nothing more than an unthinking animal. Someone who would never question authority and reality. Someone they could control. Obviously this man lacks imagination since he can?t get past the fact that while he?s one of the largest physically, of all the people I?ve ever met, he?s easily within the top 5 for stupidity. For instance, he holds my midget lackey hostage to try to cost me a title match. Number one, obviously being an uncaring bastard, that is not going to distract me to the point of losing. Second, what does he gain from losing? He is in the main event, the title match. More money, more glory, and the title. So he wants me to lose so the card can be radically altered and he might not have a damn thing? And all he can do is say I?m favored by promoters, that I use politics to succeed. Except, the GLCW and here and now in this universe, only the GLCW matters. The commissioner hates me, he secretly longs to phone assassins to do away with me and I?ve never even had a match against him. All I really know is his much vaulted sense of fair play was shattered the moment he sent a group of thugs to harm me and possibly cost me a title match. Malec, obviously, doesn?t care as he has yet to intercede in anything. And the rest of the promotion hates and despises me, yet they all fear me, though not any of them admit. Golem would never admit, but faced with repetitive failure, he has to admit to himself. Poe tries to be me, but obviously that?s still a work in progress. And of course there?s everyone else, everyone who wants the title for the simply glory of the man here, concrete and factual evidence that you are the best in the world.
TEMPEST: An the match itself, tha hell brewin breed it will be?
MANSON: They like to promote the match as me, the villain, locked in a cage with Maelstrom to finally be given my comeuppance. To give all the people a happy ending. The problem is, no story has a happy ending. You have to end then soon enough or they all ultimately end in death. Even should lightning strike me down and I lose the title because of that, I?ll be there the next day, planning anew. But seriously, I don?t twirl a mustache and I?m not a villain from the serial republic who will reveal his plans. This is not me being locked in with Maelstrom, no, this is him locked in with me. Troy Martinez, should he ever sit upright, can never drink apple juice again because of me. I took the mighty Golem and abused him like a musician?s child. I have never submitted once in my life and frequently drink my own blood during matches and I keep some in my fridge. This is an environment almost native to me. Maelstrom couldn?t overcome me in a regular ring, a cage won?t help him. This is a man wo can?t even count to 3, I believe on the island they?re taught to skip every other number.
In an effort to understand such stupidity, I sought out this Pandora Island. Perhaps I was wrong and it was merely a cultural misunderstanding. Perhaps Maelstrom should be treated like one of those bushmen who fling their feces at each other like monkeys. I found the island and inducted myself into a tribe with Tempest here. And I was proven right again and again. I?m as much as a Pandorian as anyone. It?s simple really, I could even say I left a burning cigarette and destroyed the island with fire, but would I do that? Unfortunately, Malestrom would need to become more like me to survive this encounter, but he is found lacking. Fear not, I?ll help. We will start with teaching to read. How does the Cat In the Hat sound? That shouldn?t be too difficult for you.
TEMPEST: Bout tha pandorian thang..
MANSON: What is that?
TEMPEST: Yer one step away an we be island brothers. The Tribe of the Screaming Black Bloody Demon Insane Eagle Eaters. That higher up than Maelstrom?s tribe of Blind Karokee Mice Swingers. Just one more thing..
((Tempest pulls a machete up from behind the chair.))
We all need to cut some skin. Yer supposed to do it yerself, like I did. See, I?m all MAN.
((Tempest pulls his pants down and thrusts with the image blurred out. Manson has his eyes covered when Tempest hands him the machete.))
MANSON: Pull your pants up.
TEMPEST: Why? Don?t ya think I?m manly?
((Manson kicks Tempest in his exposed blurred groin. On the ground, he nods and pulls his pants up. He looks at Manson.))
TEMPEST: Yer turn there.
((Manson looks at his reflection in the blade and then places it aside. He walks over and lifts Tempest up, locking him in the mortal sin for a few seconds.
TEMPEST(breathing heavily and screaming): I don?t give, I?M A MAN.. A MAN..I take it?I TAKE IT ALL
((Manson throw Tempest into the GLCW logo and he spikes against the wall. Manson picks up the title belt and machete and turns to the camera.))
MANSON: I imagine he speaks for all Pandorians.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson sits in a chair in a studio, wearing a black ?Manson Saves Us? t-shirt and jeans. The GLCW title rests next to him with his name now engraved on it. He has his legs up on a coffee table and looks back at the GLCW logo on the wall.))
MANSON: Seeing as that I should demand equal time, I tried to schedule some interview time. Though for some reason, none of the announcers and interview personalities want anything to do with it. I wonder why.
(pauses)
However, as champion I found a suitable replacement, a hard-hitting interviewer who doesn't back away from the tough questions.
((The side door swings open. The camera pans to find no one there. The camera lowers to see TEMPEST, wearing a black shirt with the sleeves cut-off and tight stone-washed jeans. His muscles bulge despite the rope burns. He takes a crate and places it on the chair opposite Manson and sits down. The camera focuses him on him. He presses his face into it.))
TEMPEST(his veins throbbing): Did ya think ya could hold me forever? Yer got no idea what yer got yerself into now, yer pizzle. I?m loose now, an I?ll be comin fer ya if there?s anythin left after da cage. I was locked in a cage when I was born I tell ya, just me and my uncle drunk on the ritual wine. Yer frogot about the island did ya? The island never lets go, ya traitor. I?ll show ya, yer goin remember da island?..
((Manson kicks the crate and Tempest falls off. The camera stays focused on the seat as her climbs back up producing a small notepad from his back pocket.))
TEMPEST: Now wit the questions. Now whats yer response to Maelstrom sayin you in other leagues are corrupt and that?s what you built your career on?
MANSON: What I do in other places is not important nor relevant to the GLCW. I have a contract, which only myself, Scott Malec, and my lawyer have seen. I fulfill all my obligations on it. Maelstrom needs to bring other promotions into this because he has nothing to speak of himself. I said to Golem, what has he done? The same holds true of Maelstrom.
TEMPEST: An if ya were Maelstrom what would you reply?
MANSON: There is no reply. He has done nothing. The last supercard he was a simple referee. Why exactly does this man have a title shot? It was announced before he had even wrestled a match to my recollection. I, on the other hand, won a tournament and actually earned the title. One which I do respect judging the fact I make all title defenses and carry it with me. Maelstrom though says he doesn?t care about the title. He only takes a hypocritical code of honor with him. Tell me, why does a man who has not earned a title shot and does not respect or want the title deserve a title shot?
TEMPEST: The Jobber did though?an it boils my skin?.
MANSON: That he only gets a title shot at a house show? I?ll prevail there, just like I always do, but why isn?t this the main event of the most important card of the year? The Jobber only lost in the semi-finals of the title tournament and then went on to win the TV title. Why is Maelstrom taken as more important than him? Technically, the Jobber is number 2 man, he always will be as long as I?m here, but still he?s above the rest of the trash. I know why they desperately want to see me die a thousand deaths.
TEMPEST: An whats da reason for that?
MANSON: As I said earlier, not many people have read my contract. But the truth is, Scott Malec moved heaven and earth to sign me. Without ego, I know I am the highest-paid talent under contract to this league. My first match was the first match ever in the promotion. That is supposed to be an honor and they gave to me, the man by the end of that first show that everyone wanted to see starved and crucified. They wanted me, they wanted me to draw, to make them money, create controversy and attention, but they never thought I?d be their champion. One of the reasons Krusher was made commissioner was to prevent that. He?s outspoken about disliking me. This is a man who recently slandered me in public for supposedly kidnapping a woman. This isn?t Pandora Island, you are innocent until proven guilty and there?s nothing that can even place me in the building at the time this woman was kidnapped. But he jumped at the chance to scapegoat me, even gathering a band of four to attack me. Four men who claimed they didn?t need help beating me, four men who call me a coward, despite the fact that none of them could defeat me in the ring. I realize Maelstrom was among them and our match has yet to take place, but I still don?t have any reason to place him above Golem, Poe, or the rest.
TEMPEST: An do ya have an opinion on Maelstrom?
MANSON: Other than he?s an uneducated brute? No. You see, they never wanted me as champion. They wanted him. Since he first showed up here they?ve been trying to find ways so he could end up with the title. Using Poe and Golem as his cannon fodder and handing him a title shot for no reason other than being there. They wanted him as champion, a brute, nothing more than an unthinking animal. Someone who would never question authority and reality. Someone they could control. Obviously this man lacks imagination since he can?t get past the fact that while he?s one of the largest physically, of all the people I?ve ever met, he?s easily within the top 5 for stupidity. For instance, he holds my midget lackey hostage to try to cost me a title match. Number one, obviously being an uncaring bastard, that is not going to distract me to the point of losing. Second, what does he gain from losing? He is in the main event, the title match. More money, more glory, and the title. So he wants me to lose so the card can be radically altered and he might not have a damn thing? And all he can do is say I?m favored by promoters, that I use politics to succeed. Except, the GLCW and here and now in this universe, only the GLCW matters. The commissioner hates me, he secretly longs to phone assassins to do away with me and I?ve never even had a match against him. All I really know is his much vaulted sense of fair play was shattered the moment he sent a group of thugs to harm me and possibly cost me a title match. Malec, obviously, doesn?t care as he has yet to intercede in anything. And the rest of the promotion hates and despises me, yet they all fear me, though not any of them admit. Golem would never admit, but faced with repetitive failure, he has to admit to himself. Poe tries to be me, but obviously that?s still a work in progress. And of course there?s everyone else, everyone who wants the title for the simply glory of the man here, concrete and factual evidence that you are the best in the world.
TEMPEST: An the match itself, tha hell brewin breed it will be?
MANSON: They like to promote the match as me, the villain, locked in a cage with Maelstrom to finally be given my comeuppance. To give all the people a happy ending. The problem is, no story has a happy ending. You have to end then soon enough or they all ultimately end in death. Even should lightning strike me down and I lose the title because of that, I?ll be there the next day, planning anew. But seriously, I don?t twirl a mustache and I?m not a villain from the serial republic who will reveal his plans. This is not me being locked in with Maelstrom, no, this is him locked in with me. Troy Martinez, should he ever sit upright, can never drink apple juice again because of me. I took the mighty Golem and abused him like a musician?s child. I have never submitted once in my life and frequently drink my own blood during matches and I keep some in my fridge. This is an environment almost native to me. Maelstrom couldn?t overcome me in a regular ring, a cage won?t help him. This is a man wo can?t even count to 3, I believe on the island they?re taught to skip every other number.
In an effort to understand such stupidity, I sought out this Pandora Island. Perhaps I was wrong and it was merely a cultural misunderstanding. Perhaps Maelstrom should be treated like one of those bushmen who fling their feces at each other like monkeys. I found the island and inducted myself into a tribe with Tempest here. And I was proven right again and again. I?m as much as a Pandorian as anyone. It?s simple really, I could even say I left a burning cigarette and destroyed the island with fire, but would I do that? Unfortunately, Malestrom would need to become more like me to survive this encounter, but he is found lacking. Fear not, I?ll help. We will start with teaching to read. How does the Cat In the Hat sound? That shouldn?t be too difficult for you.
TEMPEST: Bout tha pandorian thang..
MANSON: What is that?
TEMPEST: Yer one step away an we be island brothers. The Tribe of the Screaming Black Bloody Demon Insane Eagle Eaters. That higher up than Maelstrom?s tribe of Blind Karokee Mice Swingers. Just one more thing..
((Tempest pulls a machete up from behind the chair.))
We all need to cut some skin. Yer supposed to do it yerself, like I did. See, I?m all MAN.
((Tempest pulls his pants down and thrusts with the image blurred out. Manson has his eyes covered when Tempest hands him the machete.))
MANSON: Pull your pants up.
TEMPEST: Why? Don?t ya think I?m manly?
((Manson kicks Tempest in his exposed blurred groin. On the ground, he nods and pulls his pants up. He looks at Manson.))
TEMPEST: Yer turn there.
((Manson looks at his reflection in the blade and then places it aside. He walks over and lifts Tempest up, locking him in the mortal sin for a few seconds.
TEMPEST(breathing heavily and screaming): I don?t give, I?M A MAN.. A MAN..I take it?I TAKE IT ALL
((Manson throw Tempest into the GLCW logo and he spikes against the wall. Manson picks up the title belt and machete and turns to the camera.))
MANSON: I imagine he speaks for all Pandorians.
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Just look in the mirror
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-31-02 AT 08:58 PM (EST)](FADE IN.... to the cover of the GLCW Weekly. The weekly magazine dedicated to the happenings and occurances in the GLCW. The cover itself displays a huge promotion for the next PPV, MASSIVE ASSAULT 2002 and just when we start to scan the headlines beneath it the paper folds over and we now find ourselves staring at an article titled "Just What Is A Pizzle". It has a small picture of Michael Manson and Tempest underneath the caption and before we can skim over some of Manson's commentary, the paper is lowered and we find ourselves face to face with Maelstrom. He's dressed in a sleeveless v-neck shirt and has a faint grin on his face as a faint breeze blows a few strands of his black mane about. He lowers the GLCW magazine down a little further just as he begins to speak.....)
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MAELSTROM: Equal airtime eh Manson? Well, I'm sure ya were alludin' to "time" an' "length" wise cuz as far as content, yer doin' what yer normally apt to do..... ramblin twenty different ways 'bout absolutely nothin'. I'm sure yer familiar with the term, "size doesn't matter"..... an' don't tell me that yer not cuz I'm sure I'll find more than a dozen females who've told ya that! An' who knows, maybe even a few males also.
(winks)
MAELSTROM: Well, then again, considerin' how ya seemed to be more concerned with equal air-"TIME" more than anythin', it would seem that ya chose to forego that concept. The only problem with makin' ya look the fool Manson is that it's simply.... TOO DAMN EASY!! Hell, every time ya open that mouth of yers, it eventually causes ya to blink!
(peruses through the magazine for a second or two until the sudden smile on his face lets us know he's found what he was looking for and begins reading outloud....)
MAELSTROM: "Now whats yer response to Maelstrom sayin you in other leagues are corrupt and that?s what you built your career on?"
(sighs heavily as he puts the paper down and looks at the cameras)
MAELSTROM: There ya go distortin' the truth to yer own convenience again. I never said "I" felt ya built yer career on the influence of corrupted leagues. Fact of the matter is when Ross asked me 'bout that, I never gave my opinion! Fact of the matter is that as usual, ya conveniently missed the entire point 'bout the "influence" concept an' ASSumed on yer own. The ultimate conclusion bein' that ya can't accuse one without accusin' the whole.
(shakes his head disparagingly as he seems to spot another tidbit of information in the magazine and then looks up and quotes once again from Manson's article....)
MAELSTROM: "Maelstrom needs to bring other promotions into this because he has nothing to speak of himself. I said to Golem, what has he done? The same holds true of Maelstrom." (gives a mock look of despair) Ya know Manson, if ya TRULY believe that tripe yer spoutin', then yer even more insecure than I originally thought. An' yet through all this nonsense, I can only feel pathos for ya. I mean it must really be eatin' away at ya that yer the GLCW champ, supposedly representing the best there is here, an' yet yer still cast in MY shadow. Why else would ya feel compelled to continually trash on me an' my accomplishments even after I gave ya yer props? Ya ask what have I done yet when my accomplishments DO arise in conversation ya dismiss them with feigned indifference. Not to mention that considerin' how insecure ya are, I'm sure that most neutral opinions would agree that yer biasse is exposin' itself. Unlike you Manson, I have no ego to bruise..... no insecurities to hide.... I have no problem acknowledging other peoples accomplishments.... even from pizzles such as yerself.
(glances at the GLCW magazine again and then reads another quote from Manson's article....)
MAELSTROM: "You see, they never wanted me as champion. They wanted him. Since he first showed up here they?ve been trying to find ways so he could end up with the title. Using Poe and Golem as his cannon fodder and handing him a title shot for no reason other than being there. They wanted him as champion" (gives an amused look) Hmmmm..... ya know Manson, that statement kinda carries the stench of someone who's preparin' a "ready-made" excuse for when he loses. Are ya hintin' now that if ya lose the title to me that it was by design of the higher ups here in the GLCW? Could ya possibly be suggestin' that what ya accused ME of earlier, ya know the "preferential influence", the same one that ya vehemently inferred was non existant with you in the IWF, now exists here in the GLCW with me? An' whats up with this nonsense 'bout my not earnin' this shot? I've decimated every single person the GLCW has tossed at me in singles competition..... 5 times to be exact! Fact is, that unlike YOU, I'm undefeated in singles competition here. Pretty hypocritical talk from someone who's barely defended his title twice in nearly three months! Could it be that yer just smoke-screening with that statement cuz ya know that my reality is gonna crush yer fantasy?
(grins maliciously and shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Manson, ya don't know if yer comin' or goin'. Yer givin' so many versions of YER truth an' YER logic that yer losin' track of yer lies..... yer contradictin' yerself! (chuckles) An' ya have the nerve to call ME a hypocrite! I've accomplished more in my brief time in this sport than most can accomplish in twice the time... yet ironically it's YOU who feels the need to consistently beat his chest. An' just for the record Manson.... only a FOOL would truly believe that my size is entirely responsible for my successes. It's guys like you who profess to be all that an' be all knowin' who are always the first to "prejudge" someone merely on the somethin' as petty as grammar. So what if I'm not an English major, maybe the fact that English is my NOT my native tongue has somethin' to do with that..... or maybe the fact that I'm not out to impress anyone has everythin' to do with it...... it really doesn't matter when ya think of it, cuz the bottom line is, we're not competin' in a spelling-B an' this is far from the "society circles"..... we're gonna converge in the squared circle an' I'm just curious, when ya scream out in agony, are ya gonna use the proper pronunciation.... the proper grammar?
(smiles faintly before he continues....)
MAELSTROM: Yer insecurity is blowin' like a white flag in an approachin' storm Manson.... an approachin' MAELSTROM. Ya wanna put so much emphasis on statin' that I'm locked in a cage with ya an' not the other way around, then I suppose I have no choice but to humor ya.... be my guest then. It doesn't matter to me how ya wanna dress it up.... me trapped in there with ya or ya trapped in there with me? I could give two F(BLEEPS)KS 'bout such petty semantics. See Manson, they're only words an' ya don't possess the magic to intimidate me or get a rise outta me. Bottom line is, we're both gonna be locked in that cage an' despite HOW ya chose to distort that in yer favor, it only brings a smile to my face. Like I said earlier yer comeuppance as ya say, is loomin' like a storm on the horizon, but just so ya won't go into this match unfocused cuz ya don't know the answer to yer original question..... ya know the one 'bout just what is a pizzle?
(smiles)
MAELSTROM: Well Manson, the answer to that ya can find quite easily, just by lookin' in the mirror......
(Maelstrom grins faintly and then ignores the cameras as he continues to read the GLCW magazine. He chuckles to himself faintly as he continues to read Manson's article just as we in turn .... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-31-02 AT 08:58 PM (EST)](FADE IN.... to the cover of the GLCW Weekly. The weekly magazine dedicated to the happenings and occurances in the GLCW. The cover itself displays a huge promotion for the next PPV, MASSIVE ASSAULT 2002 and just when we start to scan the headlines beneath it the paper folds over and we now find ourselves staring at an article titled "Just What Is A Pizzle". It has a small picture of Michael Manson and Tempest underneath the caption and before we can skim over some of Manson's commentary, the paper is lowered and we find ourselves face to face with Maelstrom. He's dressed in a sleeveless v-neck shirt and has a faint grin on his face as a faint breeze blows a few strands of his black mane about. He lowers the GLCW magazine down a little further just as he begins to speak.....)
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MAELSTROM: Equal airtime eh Manson? Well, I'm sure ya were alludin' to "time" an' "length" wise cuz as far as content, yer doin' what yer normally apt to do..... ramblin twenty different ways 'bout absolutely nothin'. I'm sure yer familiar with the term, "size doesn't matter"..... an' don't tell me that yer not cuz I'm sure I'll find more than a dozen females who've told ya that! An' who knows, maybe even a few males also.
(winks)
MAELSTROM: Well, then again, considerin' how ya seemed to be more concerned with equal air-"TIME" more than anythin', it would seem that ya chose to forego that concept. The only problem with makin' ya look the fool Manson is that it's simply.... TOO DAMN EASY!! Hell, every time ya open that mouth of yers, it eventually causes ya to blink!
(peruses through the magazine for a second or two until the sudden smile on his face lets us know he's found what he was looking for and begins reading outloud....)
MAELSTROM: "Now whats yer response to Maelstrom sayin you in other leagues are corrupt and that?s what you built your career on?"
(sighs heavily as he puts the paper down and looks at the cameras)
MAELSTROM: There ya go distortin' the truth to yer own convenience again. I never said "I" felt ya built yer career on the influence of corrupted leagues. Fact of the matter is when Ross asked me 'bout that, I never gave my opinion! Fact of the matter is that as usual, ya conveniently missed the entire point 'bout the "influence" concept an' ASSumed on yer own. The ultimate conclusion bein' that ya can't accuse one without accusin' the whole.
(shakes his head disparagingly as he seems to spot another tidbit of information in the magazine and then looks up and quotes once again from Manson's article....)
MAELSTROM: "Maelstrom needs to bring other promotions into this because he has nothing to speak of himself. I said to Golem, what has he done? The same holds true of Maelstrom." (gives a mock look of despair) Ya know Manson, if ya TRULY believe that tripe yer spoutin', then yer even more insecure than I originally thought. An' yet through all this nonsense, I can only feel pathos for ya. I mean it must really be eatin' away at ya that yer the GLCW champ, supposedly representing the best there is here, an' yet yer still cast in MY shadow. Why else would ya feel compelled to continually trash on me an' my accomplishments even after I gave ya yer props? Ya ask what have I done yet when my accomplishments DO arise in conversation ya dismiss them with feigned indifference. Not to mention that considerin' how insecure ya are, I'm sure that most neutral opinions would agree that yer biasse is exposin' itself. Unlike you Manson, I have no ego to bruise..... no insecurities to hide.... I have no problem acknowledging other peoples accomplishments.... even from pizzles such as yerself.
(glances at the GLCW magazine again and then reads another quote from Manson's article....)
MAELSTROM: "You see, they never wanted me as champion. They wanted him. Since he first showed up here they?ve been trying to find ways so he could end up with the title. Using Poe and Golem as his cannon fodder and handing him a title shot for no reason other than being there. They wanted him as champion" (gives an amused look) Hmmmm..... ya know Manson, that statement kinda carries the stench of someone who's preparin' a "ready-made" excuse for when he loses. Are ya hintin' now that if ya lose the title to me that it was by design of the higher ups here in the GLCW? Could ya possibly be suggestin' that what ya accused ME of earlier, ya know the "preferential influence", the same one that ya vehemently inferred was non existant with you in the IWF, now exists here in the GLCW with me? An' whats up with this nonsense 'bout my not earnin' this shot? I've decimated every single person the GLCW has tossed at me in singles competition..... 5 times to be exact! Fact is, that unlike YOU, I'm undefeated in singles competition here. Pretty hypocritical talk from someone who's barely defended his title twice in nearly three months! Could it be that yer just smoke-screening with that statement cuz ya know that my reality is gonna crush yer fantasy?
(grins maliciously and shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Manson, ya don't know if yer comin' or goin'. Yer givin' so many versions of YER truth an' YER logic that yer losin' track of yer lies..... yer contradictin' yerself! (chuckles) An' ya have the nerve to call ME a hypocrite! I've accomplished more in my brief time in this sport than most can accomplish in twice the time... yet ironically it's YOU who feels the need to consistently beat his chest. An' just for the record Manson.... only a FOOL would truly believe that my size is entirely responsible for my successes. It's guys like you who profess to be all that an' be all knowin' who are always the first to "prejudge" someone merely on the somethin' as petty as grammar. So what if I'm not an English major, maybe the fact that English is my NOT my native tongue has somethin' to do with that..... or maybe the fact that I'm not out to impress anyone has everythin' to do with it...... it really doesn't matter when ya think of it, cuz the bottom line is, we're not competin' in a spelling-B an' this is far from the "society circles"..... we're gonna converge in the squared circle an' I'm just curious, when ya scream out in agony, are ya gonna use the proper pronunciation.... the proper grammar?
(smiles faintly before he continues....)
MAELSTROM: Yer insecurity is blowin' like a white flag in an approachin' storm Manson.... an approachin' MAELSTROM. Ya wanna put so much emphasis on statin' that I'm locked in a cage with ya an' not the other way around, then I suppose I have no choice but to humor ya.... be my guest then. It doesn't matter to me how ya wanna dress it up.... me trapped in there with ya or ya trapped in there with me? I could give two F(BLEEPS)KS 'bout such petty semantics. See Manson, they're only words an' ya don't possess the magic to intimidate me or get a rise outta me. Bottom line is, we're both gonna be locked in that cage an' despite HOW ya chose to distort that in yer favor, it only brings a smile to my face. Like I said earlier yer comeuppance as ya say, is loomin' like a storm on the horizon, but just so ya won't go into this match unfocused cuz ya don't know the answer to yer original question..... ya know the one 'bout just what is a pizzle?
(smiles)
MAELSTROM: Well Manson, the answer to that ya can find quite easily, just by lookin' in the mirror......
(Maelstrom grins faintly and then ignores the cameras as he continues to read the GLCW magazine. He chuckles to himself faintly as he continues to read Manson's article just as we in turn .... FADE OUT....)
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One Cannot Help Growing Older
((FADEIN: Michael Manson in a black long-sleeved shirt and jeans stands in an empty hall. He has a copy of "The Cat in the Hat" in his hands. The GLCW title belt rests wrapped around a chair up against a wall in the distance.))
MANSON: There really must be a culturally clash here. Its quite obvious that you have no grasp of the English language, in fact its not often I long for the poetic discourse of Shaquille O'Neal. But you also have no sense of time and no attention to detail. To begin, you were given a title shot after the first title match, you couldn't have wrestled more than one match. Regardless of whatever you did after, you were given a title shot for no reason. And is there really that much pride to be had in beating someone like Chris O'Neil every week?
And if you must know, I don't schedule my own title matches. If I did, I wouldn't have been having matches with Golem and Poe repeatably for what seemed like 60 years of my life that I'll never get back. And really, I feel like I'm still trapped in that never ending cycle of beating Golem, since for some reason you think a DQ means anything. If I had lost in any manner that meant anything, I wouldn't be champion.
And frankly, I can't be in your shadow since this entire promotion revolves around whatever I do next. Whether I'm the object of hatred or simply competition, I'm still the focal point of everyone else's existence here. Certainly, our dear friend King Krusher is obsessed with me, but I forgive his transgressions everytime I get mailed my paycheck.
I'm not going to debate you on the finer points of every promotion on the circuit, suffice to say, my earlier point that you've received a title match for no reason at all and yet you accuse me of using political power. It strikes me that you're naive enough to actually believe what you say. This, backed by your grammar, and the fact you claim to be from a mythical island that may or may not exist, all I have is a steroid induced midget's word. To be honest, I just used to think you were Mexican and swam across the border, since you would have had to have swam your way from the island here. And lack of food and air would have caused all these delusional tribal tales. I wonder if anyone has bothered to check up on a green card for you, since by your own admittance you're not from the States. Then again, since I don't book my own matches, that's not something I'm supposed to have to check up on.
Being from ole Mexico or some island, you still seem to have not adapted to our wonderful culture that well. The fact that you make words like "pizzle" and and your response on being questioned on it is "look in the mirror" screams of abrupt immaturity. I'd say you were probably a 12 year old, but I'm sure Malec and Krusher know all the child labor laws. So, you must only have the intelligence of a 12 year old. Then, it falls to me to help you mature and grow older and wiser. And nothing does that better than a savage beating in front of a very large audience of people. Of course, that has to wait for at least week, but that's no reason not to get started.
((Manson holds up "The Cat in the Hat" and opens to the first page.))
Let's start with your grammar. You see, "cat" is a great word. Unlike a pizzle, we all know what it is. And it rhymes with so many other words. "Hat", "That", "at", "mat", "bat", but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Right now you're years away from complete sentences and right the brain damage you'll receive in the cage, you'll have to deal with all the slurring and will need extremely large print. But back to our friend, the Cat In the Hat...
((A back door swings open and TEMPEST enters with a caged chicken.))
MANSON: What the hell is this? I'm about to read "The Cat in the Hat".
TEMPEST: Yer goin' have ta wait. See, I'm here ta train ya, like a Pandorian. This is just one step. Now watch me.
((Tempest releases the chicken and takes an empty bag from his back pocket. He chases the chicken around in a circle around Manson who remains still and stares forward. Tempest finally tackles the chicken and places the bag over its head, despite it pecking his hands, making them bleed.He puts the chicken back in the cage.))
TEMPEST: Yer do that for awhile and then we'll on up to pigs.
((Manson nods and Tempest releases the chicken again. Manson kicks and punts Tempest outy of the range of the camera. The chicken stops in front of Manson and he picks it up and starts petting it.))
MANSON: Damn pandorians, this is what happens when you neve rlearn to read.
TEMPEST(off-camera, crying): I never had da time. I had to find them chickens an' pigs. I want to learn, I want to learn...
((Manson places the chicken back in the cage and sits down on the floor. Tempest crawls over and sits near him.))
MANSON: Now..."The Cat in the Hat"...
((FADEIN: Michael Manson in a black long-sleeved shirt and jeans stands in an empty hall. He has a copy of "The Cat in the Hat" in his hands. The GLCW title belt rests wrapped around a chair up against a wall in the distance.))
MANSON: There really must be a culturally clash here. Its quite obvious that you have no grasp of the English language, in fact its not often I long for the poetic discourse of Shaquille O'Neal. But you also have no sense of time and no attention to detail. To begin, you were given a title shot after the first title match, you couldn't have wrestled more than one match. Regardless of whatever you did after, you were given a title shot for no reason. And is there really that much pride to be had in beating someone like Chris O'Neil every week?
And if you must know, I don't schedule my own title matches. If I did, I wouldn't have been having matches with Golem and Poe repeatably for what seemed like 60 years of my life that I'll never get back. And really, I feel like I'm still trapped in that never ending cycle of beating Golem, since for some reason you think a DQ means anything. If I had lost in any manner that meant anything, I wouldn't be champion.
And frankly, I can't be in your shadow since this entire promotion revolves around whatever I do next. Whether I'm the object of hatred or simply competition, I'm still the focal point of everyone else's existence here. Certainly, our dear friend King Krusher is obsessed with me, but I forgive his transgressions everytime I get mailed my paycheck.
I'm not going to debate you on the finer points of every promotion on the circuit, suffice to say, my earlier point that you've received a title match for no reason at all and yet you accuse me of using political power. It strikes me that you're naive enough to actually believe what you say. This, backed by your grammar, and the fact you claim to be from a mythical island that may or may not exist, all I have is a steroid induced midget's word. To be honest, I just used to think you were Mexican and swam across the border, since you would have had to have swam your way from the island here. And lack of food and air would have caused all these delusional tribal tales. I wonder if anyone has bothered to check up on a green card for you, since by your own admittance you're not from the States. Then again, since I don't book my own matches, that's not something I'm supposed to have to check up on.
Being from ole Mexico or some island, you still seem to have not adapted to our wonderful culture that well. The fact that you make words like "pizzle" and and your response on being questioned on it is "look in the mirror" screams of abrupt immaturity. I'd say you were probably a 12 year old, but I'm sure Malec and Krusher know all the child labor laws. So, you must only have the intelligence of a 12 year old. Then, it falls to me to help you mature and grow older and wiser. And nothing does that better than a savage beating in front of a very large audience of people. Of course, that has to wait for at least week, but that's no reason not to get started.
((Manson holds up "The Cat in the Hat" and opens to the first page.))
Let's start with your grammar. You see, "cat" is a great word. Unlike a pizzle, we all know what it is. And it rhymes with so many other words. "Hat", "That", "at", "mat", "bat", but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Right now you're years away from complete sentences and right the brain damage you'll receive in the cage, you'll have to deal with all the slurring and will need extremely large print. But back to our friend, the Cat In the Hat...
((A back door swings open and TEMPEST enters with a caged chicken.))
MANSON: What the hell is this? I'm about to read "The Cat in the Hat".
TEMPEST: Yer goin' have ta wait. See, I'm here ta train ya, like a Pandorian. This is just one step. Now watch me.
((Tempest releases the chicken and takes an empty bag from his back pocket. He chases the chicken around in a circle around Manson who remains still and stares forward. Tempest finally tackles the chicken and places the bag over its head, despite it pecking his hands, making them bleed.He puts the chicken back in the cage.))
TEMPEST: Yer do that for awhile and then we'll on up to pigs.
((Manson nods and Tempest releases the chicken again. Manson kicks and punts Tempest outy of the range of the camera. The chicken stops in front of Manson and he picks it up and starts petting it.))
MANSON: Damn pandorians, this is what happens when you neve rlearn to read.
TEMPEST(off-camera, crying): I never had da time. I had to find them chickens an' pigs. I want to learn, I want to learn...
((Manson places the chicken back in the cage and sits down on the floor. Tempest crawls over and sits near him.))
MANSON: Now..."The Cat in the Hat"...
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Mythical credibility
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-01-03 AT 09:23 PM (EST)](FADE IN..... a pale beige background where we see the solitary figure of Maelstrom sitting on a stool. He's sporting the same sleeveless V-neck shirt from the night before and has a weary look on his face.... as if he's been up most of the night. Then again, New Years Eve tends to have that effect on most..... nevertheless, he yawns a bit right before he begins speaking......)
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MAELSTROM: Ya know, it's really quite amazin' when ya think of it. I've been up all night long, what with bringin' in the new year an' all. Been up for nearly 36 hours straight an' not once have I let out a yawn...... until that is I started viewin' yer last mic spot Manson. Who knows, maybe ya should consider goin' into the "sleep-aid" market, I'm quite sure ya could give the makers of Ambien and Sominex a bit of competition.
(gives a tired grin)
MAELSTROM: Yer predictablity continues to grow Manson.... ya remain true to form.... recyclin' the same ol' tired rhetoric such as my grammar? (shakes his head disparagingly) Is that ALL ya got Manson? Petty, insignificant shots 'bout...... GRAMMAR? I suppose I'm expectin' entirely too much from ya though. But then there are those rare moments where ya DON'T disappoint me. I can always count on yer rationalizations. As always, ya conveniently CHOOSE to view a DQ loss as insignificant simply cuz it happened to you yet I'm very curious to see just how ya view it when ya gain a win by DQ! No doubt you'll claim that it doesn't matter HOW ya won.... just that ya won. As much as ya like to think, you are NOT the focus of the GLCW.... the only thing that revolves around you is YOU in YOUR mind. But yer much too full of yerself to realize let alone admit such a thing. Ya continually choose to play the fool an' front as though ya have all the answers.... yet can never prove yer point. I gave ya more than one opportunity to "gracefully" back out regarding yer claims that Pandora Island was nonexistant..... as ya just stated, mythical. But yer too ignorant to realize that unlike you.... I don't ASSume! I suggest ya check the atlas of Artic Islands, specifically 96 48 longitude an' 72 48 latitude an' see for yerself just how "mythical" my homeland is. Seems to me, the only "mythical" thing around here is yer credibility.
(gives a tired yawn)
MAELSTROM: As for my title shot at ya.... ya can continually whine all ya want 'bout how I'm not deservin' of it.... all it's accomplishin' is to show just how worried ya are 'bout it! Ya try to justify my wins in the GLCW as bein' meaningless, yet wasn't it YOU who inferred repeatedly that yer opponents accomplished NOTHING? That yer opponents had NO CREDENTIALS? Followin' that logic then I suppose that suggests that YOUR wins an' MY wins have the same level of importance eh?
(grins and winks)
MAELSTROM: Regardless of what YOUR "biased" views are.... fact of the matter is that I DO have a shot at yer title.... so I suggest ya deal with it in a manner other than cryin', complainin', an' rationalizin' 'bout it. Despite yer views of how "unworthy" I am of a shot, someone of more importance than ya or I in the GLCW front office, someone I might add, with less bias than either of us obviously disagrees with yer view an' sanctioned the title match. So much for yer whining. But unfortunately, it doesn't end there. There's ALWAYS yer lil' habit of distortin' the truth..... distortin' comments..... all to further feed yer starving ego. Manson, if ya want to believe I accused ya of using political power even though I clearly gave no opinion either which way.... that's yer delusional choice... go with it. I've already proved my point earlier that ya lack the common sense an' ability of TRUE interpretation. Though it does tend to give rise to an interestin' question Manson. Is ignorance REALLY as bliss as they say it is?
(gives a heavy sigh as he fights to suppress another yawn)
MAELSTROM: All that plus all the posturing yer doin'.... all the frontin'..... all the self glorification.... an' ya actually have the nerve to ask whether or not "I" really believe in what "I" say?
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Ya say ya won't argue the finer points of other promotions with me, yet ya seem to have no problem with dedicating the majority of yer mic spots to childish, baseless insults..... to tasteless parodies of my heritage an' yet ya infer that "I'M" bein' immature? Hell Manson, what's next, hushed conversations with Tempest as ya apologize to him 'bout my bein' Pandorian? I wouldn't put it past ya, but either way it doesn't matter. A man's worth is only as good as his word, an' if that sayin' holds true.... then yer nothin' short of worthless!
(pauses as he sighs heavily)
MAELSTROM: So go on Manson, have yer fun for now. I'm just curious to see how the hell yer gonna explain, whoops, 'scuse me, RATIONALIZE away all this tripe ya been blathering if things DON'T go yer way when we meet? How the HELL are ya gonna justify, losin' to someone who ya claim to be BETTER than, who ya claim has the mentality of a 12-year-old? Someone who ya claim you've accomplished more than? Someone ya claim is a NOBODY? Consider THAT while yer waitin' on that bell to ring...... but when it does an' ya fail to back up all yer trash, they'll be no escape for ya. Everyone will see for themselves that yer threats an' promises were as hollow as that inflated, vacant head of yers......
(Maelstrom gives a faint, tired smile and looks to suppress another yawn just as we ..... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-01-03 AT 09:23 PM (EST)](FADE IN..... a pale beige background where we see the solitary figure of Maelstrom sitting on a stool. He's sporting the same sleeveless V-neck shirt from the night before and has a weary look on his face.... as if he's been up most of the night. Then again, New Years Eve tends to have that effect on most..... nevertheless, he yawns a bit right before he begins speaking......)
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MAELSTROM: Ya know, it's really quite amazin' when ya think of it. I've been up all night long, what with bringin' in the new year an' all. Been up for nearly 36 hours straight an' not once have I let out a yawn...... until that is I started viewin' yer last mic spot Manson. Who knows, maybe ya should consider goin' into the "sleep-aid" market, I'm quite sure ya could give the makers of Ambien and Sominex a bit of competition.
(gives a tired grin)
MAELSTROM: Yer predictablity continues to grow Manson.... ya remain true to form.... recyclin' the same ol' tired rhetoric such as my grammar? (shakes his head disparagingly) Is that ALL ya got Manson? Petty, insignificant shots 'bout...... GRAMMAR? I suppose I'm expectin' entirely too much from ya though. But then there are those rare moments where ya DON'T disappoint me. I can always count on yer rationalizations. As always, ya conveniently CHOOSE to view a DQ loss as insignificant simply cuz it happened to you yet I'm very curious to see just how ya view it when ya gain a win by DQ! No doubt you'll claim that it doesn't matter HOW ya won.... just that ya won. As much as ya like to think, you are NOT the focus of the GLCW.... the only thing that revolves around you is YOU in YOUR mind. But yer much too full of yerself to realize let alone admit such a thing. Ya continually choose to play the fool an' front as though ya have all the answers.... yet can never prove yer point. I gave ya more than one opportunity to "gracefully" back out regarding yer claims that Pandora Island was nonexistant..... as ya just stated, mythical. But yer too ignorant to realize that unlike you.... I don't ASSume! I suggest ya check the atlas of Artic Islands, specifically 96 48 longitude an' 72 48 latitude an' see for yerself just how "mythical" my homeland is. Seems to me, the only "mythical" thing around here is yer credibility.
(gives a tired yawn)
MAELSTROM: As for my title shot at ya.... ya can continually whine all ya want 'bout how I'm not deservin' of it.... all it's accomplishin' is to show just how worried ya are 'bout it! Ya try to justify my wins in the GLCW as bein' meaningless, yet wasn't it YOU who inferred repeatedly that yer opponents accomplished NOTHING? That yer opponents had NO CREDENTIALS? Followin' that logic then I suppose that suggests that YOUR wins an' MY wins have the same level of importance eh?
(grins and winks)
MAELSTROM: Regardless of what YOUR "biased" views are.... fact of the matter is that I DO have a shot at yer title.... so I suggest ya deal with it in a manner other than cryin', complainin', an' rationalizin' 'bout it. Despite yer views of how "unworthy" I am of a shot, someone of more importance than ya or I in the GLCW front office, someone I might add, with less bias than either of us obviously disagrees with yer view an' sanctioned the title match. So much for yer whining. But unfortunately, it doesn't end there. There's ALWAYS yer lil' habit of distortin' the truth..... distortin' comments..... all to further feed yer starving ego. Manson, if ya want to believe I accused ya of using political power even though I clearly gave no opinion either which way.... that's yer delusional choice... go with it. I've already proved my point earlier that ya lack the common sense an' ability of TRUE interpretation. Though it does tend to give rise to an interestin' question Manson. Is ignorance REALLY as bliss as they say it is?
(gives a heavy sigh as he fights to suppress another yawn)
MAELSTROM: All that plus all the posturing yer doin'.... all the frontin'..... all the self glorification.... an' ya actually have the nerve to ask whether or not "I" really believe in what "I" say?
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Ya say ya won't argue the finer points of other promotions with me, yet ya seem to have no problem with dedicating the majority of yer mic spots to childish, baseless insults..... to tasteless parodies of my heritage an' yet ya infer that "I'M" bein' immature? Hell Manson, what's next, hushed conversations with Tempest as ya apologize to him 'bout my bein' Pandorian? I wouldn't put it past ya, but either way it doesn't matter. A man's worth is only as good as his word, an' if that sayin' holds true.... then yer nothin' short of worthless!
(pauses as he sighs heavily)
MAELSTROM: So go on Manson, have yer fun for now. I'm just curious to see how the hell yer gonna explain, whoops, 'scuse me, RATIONALIZE away all this tripe ya been blathering if things DON'T go yer way when we meet? How the HELL are ya gonna justify, losin' to someone who ya claim to be BETTER than, who ya claim has the mentality of a 12-year-old? Someone who ya claim you've accomplished more than? Someone ya claim is a NOBODY? Consider THAT while yer waitin' on that bell to ring...... but when it does an' ya fail to back up all yer trash, they'll be no escape for ya. Everyone will see for themselves that yer threats an' promises were as hollow as that inflated, vacant head of yers......
(Maelstrom gives a faint, tired smile and looks to suppress another yawn just as we ..... FADE OUT....)
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All in the Family
((FADEIN: A cold day with a gray sky as Michael Manson walks down a street in a black leather jacket and black pants with a hooded sweatshirt on under his jacket. He has a chain leesh in his hand and is pulling something.))
MANSON: Gracefully bow out of my comments? I said before since I couldn't find any Pandora Island on any map or in any dircetory, I used my detective skills and found my own Pandorian. Now of course saying you're from Pandora Island could mean anything. For all I know, its one of those cults where they drink fruit punch. However, Tempest not only being a Pandorian, but more skilled the Crocodile Hunter, has decided to aid me even more.
Back at the arena, Tempest was able to pick up your scent. Using his arcane senses, we have followed the trail to the community where most of your relatives now live in.
((Manson pulls on the chain causing it to choke. The camera backs away and it is seen that it is Tempest on the chain and sniffing his way down the street. Tempest pulls Manson across the street to.......an Arby's, which in no way sponsors the GLCW but does provide the tastiest sandwiches you'll find.))
MANSON(chaining Tempest to a bike rack outside): Now stay.
TEMPEST: But ah haven't eaten in 3 days.
MANSON: Fine, fine.
((Manson throws a dog biscuit just out of Tempest's reach as he strains to get his hands on it. Manson walks into Arby's where only 4 senior citizens are seated in booths so Manson walks up to the counter.))
CLERK: Can ah help ya, surrah?
MANSON: How's the roast beef today?
CLERK: Its as good as it is a'ways, surrah. Just like back on da island.
MANSON(nodding): You know what? I think I'll have that, along with a side order of your world-famous curly fries and a Pepsi, medium, of course.
((Manson slaps a 10 dollar bill on the counter.))
MANSON: Keep that.
CLERK: Thank ya, surrah. Jus' 'nother few minutes ta wait.
((CUTTO: Manson sitting in a booth. He inspects his roast beef sandwich and shakes his head. He dumps out the curly fries and then pours out his pepsi. He takes the sandwich and storms over, making sure to stamp his feet loudly to the clerk.))
CLERK: Sumthin' amatter, surrah?
MANSON: You're damn right there is. My curly fries were not curly enough. They might have passed for a lower establishment, but this is Arby's by God. I expect them much curlier. My Pepsi was also mostly ice, ICE, I tell you. Did I ask for ice? Did I pay for ice? No, I do not think so. Finally, you call this roast beef? This? THIS? You never bothered to ask me whether I liked it like this, now did you? DID YOU? No, this is practically raw, I could taste the animal's blood, do I look like Troy Martinez to you? Did I ask for a meal to be sent to Troy Martinez? No, because the hospital good is more than adequate.
CLERK: Surrah, if there is a problem, I t'ink that ah could correct it.
MANSON: Where is the manager? Where is your manager? I want to know how you got hired. Your service and language is atrocious. You're not even american.
CLERK: No, surrah, ah am from Pandora Island, surrah. Ah hurt mi' back swimming ova' here an' had to work her'. One of my bruthas was goin' ta get me a job in rasslin', but he was a'hamed of me.
MANSON: That's horrible. That's just horrible. In fact, you seem to be talking about Maelstrom and that's much more horrible. What's your name? I can't make out the handwriting on your name tag there?
CLERK: Rainstorm, surrah.
MANSON: Well, Rainstrom, your service is still HORRIBLE. You are HORRIBLE. Your entire race is HORRIBLE. Can't any of you do anything right?
((A stocky, middled aged man wwearing an ARby's uniform with "Stu" in the name tag walks over.))
STU: I'm the manager, here. Is there a problem with our service?
MANSON: Yes, sir, this clerk here, "Rainstorm", is simply inept. My curly fries aren't curly, my beef isn't roasted, and my pepsi lacks pep. I demand satisfaction.
STU: Please, sir, if we can make you another order...
MANSON: Another order? Another order? And let his filthy paws touch my food again? Who knows what he brought back from his island? Fear not though, I have another applicant, he'll need another job soon enough. He can fit your quota here and together, maybe 2 pandorians can do the work of 1 normal person.
STU: Sir, if you're applying or want to pick up an application for someone else...
MANSON: His name is Maelstrom, really. He's tall I suppose, bad grammar, looks like Conan the Barbarian, not O'Brien. He's quite dull and dumb though, so he'll follow all your orders. Thats the goal of fast food employees, obedience. Maybe him and his cousin here can get the register right, since I didn't get correct change.
((Stu looks at Rainstorm who shakes his fist at Manson.))
RAINSTORM: He tol'd me ta keep ma change, surrah.
STU: Well, maybe we can see his body language on the security tape.
MANSON: What? Now you're questioning my integrity? All I want is my 3.74 in change and you just insult me and my family like that? I suppose you see the midget chained outside and think I'm some kind of freak.
((Both Stu and Rainstorm look outside as Manson climbs over the counter and kicks Rainstorm in the stomach and gives him the Sweet Dreams stunner. He kicks Stu in the groin and gives him the Tourniquet crossface on the counter until he passes out. Manson then opens the cash register and starts, taking his exact change while eating a roast beef snadwich.))
MANSON(to camera): Now Maelstrom, when you're working here because of the brain damage, we'll just say it happened in the cage match. There'll be so much blood, no one notice. You will need to learn to count though. So, let's start..."1.....2....3...which is followed by what?....Yes...4."
((FADEIN: A cold day with a gray sky as Michael Manson walks down a street in a black leather jacket and black pants with a hooded sweatshirt on under his jacket. He has a chain leesh in his hand and is pulling something.))
MANSON: Gracefully bow out of my comments? I said before since I couldn't find any Pandora Island on any map or in any dircetory, I used my detective skills and found my own Pandorian. Now of course saying you're from Pandora Island could mean anything. For all I know, its one of those cults where they drink fruit punch. However, Tempest not only being a Pandorian, but more skilled the Crocodile Hunter, has decided to aid me even more.
Back at the arena, Tempest was able to pick up your scent. Using his arcane senses, we have followed the trail to the community where most of your relatives now live in.
((Manson pulls on the chain causing it to choke. The camera backs away and it is seen that it is Tempest on the chain and sniffing his way down the street. Tempest pulls Manson across the street to.......an Arby's, which in no way sponsors the GLCW but does provide the tastiest sandwiches you'll find.))
MANSON(chaining Tempest to a bike rack outside): Now stay.
TEMPEST: But ah haven't eaten in 3 days.
MANSON: Fine, fine.
((Manson throws a dog biscuit just out of Tempest's reach as he strains to get his hands on it. Manson walks into Arby's where only 4 senior citizens are seated in booths so Manson walks up to the counter.))
CLERK: Can ah help ya, surrah?
MANSON: How's the roast beef today?
CLERK: Its as good as it is a'ways, surrah. Just like back on da island.
MANSON(nodding): You know what? I think I'll have that, along with a side order of your world-famous curly fries and a Pepsi, medium, of course.
((Manson slaps a 10 dollar bill on the counter.))
MANSON: Keep that.
CLERK: Thank ya, surrah. Jus' 'nother few minutes ta wait.
((CUTTO: Manson sitting in a booth. He inspects his roast beef sandwich and shakes his head. He dumps out the curly fries and then pours out his pepsi. He takes the sandwich and storms over, making sure to stamp his feet loudly to the clerk.))
CLERK: Sumthin' amatter, surrah?
MANSON: You're damn right there is. My curly fries were not curly enough. They might have passed for a lower establishment, but this is Arby's by God. I expect them much curlier. My Pepsi was also mostly ice, ICE, I tell you. Did I ask for ice? Did I pay for ice? No, I do not think so. Finally, you call this roast beef? This? THIS? You never bothered to ask me whether I liked it like this, now did you? DID YOU? No, this is practically raw, I could taste the animal's blood, do I look like Troy Martinez to you? Did I ask for a meal to be sent to Troy Martinez? No, because the hospital good is more than adequate.
CLERK: Surrah, if there is a problem, I t'ink that ah could correct it.
MANSON: Where is the manager? Where is your manager? I want to know how you got hired. Your service and language is atrocious. You're not even american.
CLERK: No, surrah, ah am from Pandora Island, surrah. Ah hurt mi' back swimming ova' here an' had to work her'. One of my bruthas was goin' ta get me a job in rasslin', but he was a'hamed of me.
MANSON: That's horrible. That's just horrible. In fact, you seem to be talking about Maelstrom and that's much more horrible. What's your name? I can't make out the handwriting on your name tag there?
CLERK: Rainstorm, surrah.
MANSON: Well, Rainstrom, your service is still HORRIBLE. You are HORRIBLE. Your entire race is HORRIBLE. Can't any of you do anything right?
((A stocky, middled aged man wwearing an ARby's uniform with "Stu" in the name tag walks over.))
STU: I'm the manager, here. Is there a problem with our service?
MANSON: Yes, sir, this clerk here, "Rainstorm", is simply inept. My curly fries aren't curly, my beef isn't roasted, and my pepsi lacks pep. I demand satisfaction.
STU: Please, sir, if we can make you another order...
MANSON: Another order? Another order? And let his filthy paws touch my food again? Who knows what he brought back from his island? Fear not though, I have another applicant, he'll need another job soon enough. He can fit your quota here and together, maybe 2 pandorians can do the work of 1 normal person.
STU: Sir, if you're applying or want to pick up an application for someone else...
MANSON: His name is Maelstrom, really. He's tall I suppose, bad grammar, looks like Conan the Barbarian, not O'Brien. He's quite dull and dumb though, so he'll follow all your orders. Thats the goal of fast food employees, obedience. Maybe him and his cousin here can get the register right, since I didn't get correct change.
((Stu looks at Rainstorm who shakes his fist at Manson.))
RAINSTORM: He tol'd me ta keep ma change, surrah.
STU: Well, maybe we can see his body language on the security tape.
MANSON: What? Now you're questioning my integrity? All I want is my 3.74 in change and you just insult me and my family like that? I suppose you see the midget chained outside and think I'm some kind of freak.
((Both Stu and Rainstorm look outside as Manson climbs over the counter and kicks Rainstorm in the stomach and gives him the Sweet Dreams stunner. He kicks Stu in the groin and gives him the Tourniquet crossface on the counter until he passes out. Manson then opens the cash register and starts, taking his exact change while eating a roast beef snadwich.))
MANSON(to camera): Now Maelstrom, when you're working here because of the brain damage, we'll just say it happened in the cage match. There'll be so much blood, no one notice. You will need to learn to count though. So, let's start..."1.....2....3...which is followed by what?....Yes...4."
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-03-03 AT 02:03 AM (EST)]
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The screen slowly fades again and we see a picture of the Sears Tower looming in the horizon. The GLCW logo becomes superimposed over it just before the screen splits vertically down the middle and moves to either side, opening up yet another screen which reveals a courtroom. It's totally empty save for two figures...... one of them is sitting behind the judge's bench wearing a black robe, glasses and sporting a goatee, and the other, a much larger figure, is sitting in the witness chair next to him, his features somewhat obscured by the locks of long black hair which have fallen in front of his face. The camera suddenly pans closer just as the larger figure sweeps away the hair from his face, and its at that moment that we find ourselves looking upon the unmistakable features of Chicago's own, Judge Greg Mathis and GLCW Heavyweight contender, the man simply known as Maelstrom. They seem to already be involved in conversation as we begin to observe......)
JUDGE MATHIS: ..... yeah, yeah..... I'm always getting' people in here who try an' front on me, puttin' on a show, actin' all intelligent and proper, an' ya know what?
(Maelstrom raises an eyebrow as he listens intently to what Judge Mathis has to say)
JUDGE MATHIS: They tend to be the BIGGEST DAMN LIARS AROUND! So I know exactly what yer talkin' 'bout. Ya know, I've never really been a wrestlin' fan, but seein' how this Chicago boy Scott Malec has built himself a real winner here with his GLCW, I thought I'd give a quick glance at this show of his that's rivaling the ratings of MY show! Ya know, LIFE IS ROUGH! What with Judge Judy, Judge Joe Brown an' Judge Hatchett breathin' down my back...... but from what I understand, it's just as tough in this wrestling thing. The GLCW seems to have moved "decisively" into the lead though with the collapse of its main competition, the WWL. In fact, word on the street is that the GLCW is the place to be! Too bad what happened to the WWL couldn't happen to MY competition. Anyhow, like I said, I've been monitorin' this GLCW show of Malec's as of late, an' I must say, it's certainly NOT what I expected. I thought I had some characters on MY show...... Ya got some REAL characters in the GLCW! Take YOU for instance! Yer one of the biggest dudes I've EVER seen! They do grow 'em large in that island of yers, what's the name of it again?
MAELSTROM: Pandora Island.
JUDGE MATHIS: Right, right. One of those lil' islands up north of the Artic Circle right?
(Maelstrom smiles faintly and nods his head)
JUDGE MATHIS: Well, gotta say that when Chicago's prodigal son, it's hometown hero, Mike Manson started in with that FIRST Tempest skit, it had me ROLLIN' on the floor laughin'.... Um, no disrespect intended of course, but funny is funny! If he woulda left it at that, left well enough alone, he woulda been golden. But nah, he don't have the sense to tell when there's just no more flava in the gum he's chewin'! He had me all entertained an' such UNTIL he ran that bit til' it got old REAL fast, then he started frontin' 'bout stuff he couldn't back up! Like this stuff 'bout yer homeland, Pandora Island. Now granted, I've never heard of it before either, but before I'd publicly go on the air, throwin' my reputation an' credibility on the line, I'd do what any "sensible" person would..... Do the research myself so's I don't look like an ASS! Seems to me this Manson person has even less sense than that lil' Tempest buddy of his. Now Maelstrom, speakin' as an un-biased mediator, I'd say that Chicago's hometown boy, Manson, isn't quite gettin' his points across. At least not in MY view as a former superior court judge.
MAELSTROM: Yeah, I hear ya, but the fact of the matter is that it wouldn't matter to him, ya see, he'll probably say yer nothin' but a dumbass like me simply cuz ya don't speak as eloquent as he does. In his view, it don't matter that ya could possess the intelligence, common sense and wisdom necessary to bein' a judge, if yer grammar has any semblance of street or slang to it..... yer uneducated! The fact that yer a REAL Judge, in every sense of the word doesn't mean S(BLEEP)T to him. Wouldn't surprise me if after this segment airs, that he'll find yet another companion to accompany Tempest….. one that emulates you in the most unflatterin' manner.
JUDGE MATHIS: OH HELLLLLLL NO!!
(Judge Mathis immediately jumps to his feet in a fit of sudden rage)
JUDGE MATHIS: Now I know that boy ain't THAT ignorant! Hell, doesn't he know I'm the original badass from the streets! I'm from the OLD SCHOOL! I ran with the some of toughest SOB's 'round an' did some of the craziest things back in the day! I earned my respect in the streets an' in the joint! An' despite all that, after climbin' out an' leavin' all that behind, I CHOSE to remain bein' me! I'm from the streets ya see, an' I don't believe in the need to impress ANYONE with purty words or frontin' with a vocabulary that ain't me! He can be as "eloquent" as he wants but I sincerely doubt that boy can ever give a more convincin' argument than me on ANY topic, despite my grammar. Besides... I don't play that S(BLEEP)T.... he disrespects me an' I'll put my foot right up his ass!! I likes to keep it real ya see!
(realizes that he lost his composure he collects himself and sits down)
JUDGE MATHIS: Gotta apologize for that out burst. Just gets me goin' when I thinks of smug lil' snot-nosed punks like him tryin' to front on me!
MAELSTROM: It's all good, I can relate, though I gotta admit, anger isn't what I feel when I deal with Manson..... the only thing I feel for the lost lad is pathos. B'sides, keepin' it real definitely isn't part of Manson's game. He's lost in his own personal maze of "make-believe".
JUDGE MATHIS: Yeah, well, he better not ever step into MY courtroom an' try frontin'. In fact, maybe I should get in contact with this Scott Malec fella an' see if he wants to pursue this "kidnapping" accusation he has on Manson with this Karen Jewello. We could do a GLCW/Judge Mathis segment, sorta like combining two of the biggest shows in Chicago, a kinda "celebrity" segment. Can ya imagine the ratings? Anyhow, tell me more 'bout this legend in his own mind, Manson.
MAELSTROM: Not really much to tell, the man is redundant, ignorant, narcissistic..... I mean every time I tune in to one of his mic spots, a feelin' of déjà vu hits me an' I mistake his spot for a re-run.
JUDGE MATHIS: I know the type, I get 'em in my court room ALL the time. They saunter in here tryin' to talk circles 'round my questions, just wastin' my time, then after they finish with their rehearsed production…. I give 'em a bit of MY reality!
(Maelstrom smiles at Mathis' mention of "MY reality")
JUDGE MATHIS: Did I say somethin' funny there Maelstrom?
(Mathis jumps to his feet, reaches for his gavel and faces Maelstrom)
JUDGE MATHIS: Cuz ya know, I can just as easily put a foot up yer ass as well as Manson's!
(Maelstrom smiles faintly, obviously humoring Judge Mathis)
MAELSTROM: No need for all that drama, I’m not dissin’ ya (winks and smiles) just that I've already told Manson that he's gonna be forced to endure MY brand of reality. So it was more a smile of agreement.
JUDGE MATHIS: Ah..... well, ya know what they say, great minds think alike.
(Judge Mathis looks around, puts the gavel down then whispers to Maelstrom)
JUDGE MATHIS: (whispering) [I]::::: whew, ya know I was just kiddin' 'bout that foot in the ass comment right?:::::::: [/I]
MAELSTROM: It's all good. Don't give it a second thought. Like I told Manson, I have no ego to bruise, B'sides it takes a lot more than words to get me goin'…… unlike Manson, I'm secure in my manhood.
JUDGE MATHIS: No doubt, no doubt. Well, anyhow Maelstrom, it was certainly a pleasure to have ya on my show. Maybe one day ya can come back and fill in for my bailiff, Rusty.
MAELSTROM: (grins) Well, if ya ever get that idea of yers 'bout a GLCW/Judge Mathis segment goin' then give me a holla' an' we'll see.
JUDGE MATHIS: Ya know it, ya know it. An' I know I should be rootin' for Chicago's hometown hero, Michael Manson, but I gots to be true to myself.... I gots to remain real. He’s absolutely off the hook so..... BEAT THAT BOY 'TIL THE WHITE MEAT SHOWS!!!
(Maelstrom grins faintly and nods knowingly as the cameras begin to pull back on the both of them as they continue conversing..... FADE OUT.......)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-03-03 AT 02:03 AM (EST)]
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The screen slowly fades again and we see a picture of the Sears Tower looming in the horizon. The GLCW logo becomes superimposed over it just before the screen splits vertically down the middle and moves to either side, opening up yet another screen which reveals a courtroom. It's totally empty save for two figures...... one of them is sitting behind the judge's bench wearing a black robe, glasses and sporting a goatee, and the other, a much larger figure, is sitting in the witness chair next to him, his features somewhat obscured by the locks of long black hair which have fallen in front of his face. The camera suddenly pans closer just as the larger figure sweeps away the hair from his face, and its at that moment that we find ourselves looking upon the unmistakable features of Chicago's own, Judge Greg Mathis and GLCW Heavyweight contender, the man simply known as Maelstrom. They seem to already be involved in conversation as we begin to observe......)
JUDGE MATHIS: ..... yeah, yeah..... I'm always getting' people in here who try an' front on me, puttin' on a show, actin' all intelligent and proper, an' ya know what?
(Maelstrom raises an eyebrow as he listens intently to what Judge Mathis has to say)
JUDGE MATHIS: They tend to be the BIGGEST DAMN LIARS AROUND! So I know exactly what yer talkin' 'bout. Ya know, I've never really been a wrestlin' fan, but seein' how this Chicago boy Scott Malec has built himself a real winner here with his GLCW, I thought I'd give a quick glance at this show of his that's rivaling the ratings of MY show! Ya know, LIFE IS ROUGH! What with Judge Judy, Judge Joe Brown an' Judge Hatchett breathin' down my back...... but from what I understand, it's just as tough in this wrestling thing. The GLCW seems to have moved "decisively" into the lead though with the collapse of its main competition, the WWL. In fact, word on the street is that the GLCW is the place to be! Too bad what happened to the WWL couldn't happen to MY competition. Anyhow, like I said, I've been monitorin' this GLCW show of Malec's as of late, an' I must say, it's certainly NOT what I expected. I thought I had some characters on MY show...... Ya got some REAL characters in the GLCW! Take YOU for instance! Yer one of the biggest dudes I've EVER seen! They do grow 'em large in that island of yers, what's the name of it again?
MAELSTROM: Pandora Island.
JUDGE MATHIS: Right, right. One of those lil' islands up north of the Artic Circle right?
(Maelstrom smiles faintly and nods his head)
JUDGE MATHIS: Well, gotta say that when Chicago's prodigal son, it's hometown hero, Mike Manson started in with that FIRST Tempest skit, it had me ROLLIN' on the floor laughin'.... Um, no disrespect intended of course, but funny is funny! If he woulda left it at that, left well enough alone, he woulda been golden. But nah, he don't have the sense to tell when there's just no more flava in the gum he's chewin'! He had me all entertained an' such UNTIL he ran that bit til' it got old REAL fast, then he started frontin' 'bout stuff he couldn't back up! Like this stuff 'bout yer homeland, Pandora Island. Now granted, I've never heard of it before either, but before I'd publicly go on the air, throwin' my reputation an' credibility on the line, I'd do what any "sensible" person would..... Do the research myself so's I don't look like an ASS! Seems to me this Manson person has even less sense than that lil' Tempest buddy of his. Now Maelstrom, speakin' as an un-biased mediator, I'd say that Chicago's hometown boy, Manson, isn't quite gettin' his points across. At least not in MY view as a former superior court judge.
MAELSTROM: Yeah, I hear ya, but the fact of the matter is that it wouldn't matter to him, ya see, he'll probably say yer nothin' but a dumbass like me simply cuz ya don't speak as eloquent as he does. In his view, it don't matter that ya could possess the intelligence, common sense and wisdom necessary to bein' a judge, if yer grammar has any semblance of street or slang to it..... yer uneducated! The fact that yer a REAL Judge, in every sense of the word doesn't mean S(BLEEP)T to him. Wouldn't surprise me if after this segment airs, that he'll find yet another companion to accompany Tempest….. one that emulates you in the most unflatterin' manner.
JUDGE MATHIS: OH HELLLLLLL NO!!
(Judge Mathis immediately jumps to his feet in a fit of sudden rage)
JUDGE MATHIS: Now I know that boy ain't THAT ignorant! Hell, doesn't he know I'm the original badass from the streets! I'm from the OLD SCHOOL! I ran with the some of toughest SOB's 'round an' did some of the craziest things back in the day! I earned my respect in the streets an' in the joint! An' despite all that, after climbin' out an' leavin' all that behind, I CHOSE to remain bein' me! I'm from the streets ya see, an' I don't believe in the need to impress ANYONE with purty words or frontin' with a vocabulary that ain't me! He can be as "eloquent" as he wants but I sincerely doubt that boy can ever give a more convincin' argument than me on ANY topic, despite my grammar. Besides... I don't play that S(BLEEP)T.... he disrespects me an' I'll put my foot right up his ass!! I likes to keep it real ya see!
(realizes that he lost his composure he collects himself and sits down)
JUDGE MATHIS: Gotta apologize for that out burst. Just gets me goin' when I thinks of smug lil' snot-nosed punks like him tryin' to front on me!
MAELSTROM: It's all good, I can relate, though I gotta admit, anger isn't what I feel when I deal with Manson..... the only thing I feel for the lost lad is pathos. B'sides, keepin' it real definitely isn't part of Manson's game. He's lost in his own personal maze of "make-believe".
JUDGE MATHIS: Yeah, well, he better not ever step into MY courtroom an' try frontin'. In fact, maybe I should get in contact with this Scott Malec fella an' see if he wants to pursue this "kidnapping" accusation he has on Manson with this Karen Jewello. We could do a GLCW/Judge Mathis segment, sorta like combining two of the biggest shows in Chicago, a kinda "celebrity" segment. Can ya imagine the ratings? Anyhow, tell me more 'bout this legend in his own mind, Manson.
MAELSTROM: Not really much to tell, the man is redundant, ignorant, narcissistic..... I mean every time I tune in to one of his mic spots, a feelin' of déjà vu hits me an' I mistake his spot for a re-run.
JUDGE MATHIS: I know the type, I get 'em in my court room ALL the time. They saunter in here tryin' to talk circles 'round my questions, just wastin' my time, then after they finish with their rehearsed production…. I give 'em a bit of MY reality!
(Maelstrom smiles at Mathis' mention of "MY reality")
JUDGE MATHIS: Did I say somethin' funny there Maelstrom?
(Mathis jumps to his feet, reaches for his gavel and faces Maelstrom)
JUDGE MATHIS: Cuz ya know, I can just as easily put a foot up yer ass as well as Manson's!
(Maelstrom smiles faintly, obviously humoring Judge Mathis)
MAELSTROM: No need for all that drama, I’m not dissin’ ya (winks and smiles) just that I've already told Manson that he's gonna be forced to endure MY brand of reality. So it was more a smile of agreement.
JUDGE MATHIS: Ah..... well, ya know what they say, great minds think alike.
(Judge Mathis looks around, puts the gavel down then whispers to Maelstrom)
JUDGE MATHIS: (whispering) [I]::::: whew, ya know I was just kiddin' 'bout that foot in the ass comment right?:::::::: [/I]
MAELSTROM: It's all good. Don't give it a second thought. Like I told Manson, I have no ego to bruise, B'sides it takes a lot more than words to get me goin'…… unlike Manson, I'm secure in my manhood.
JUDGE MATHIS: No doubt, no doubt. Well, anyhow Maelstrom, it was certainly a pleasure to have ya on my show. Maybe one day ya can come back and fill in for my bailiff, Rusty.
MAELSTROM: (grins) Well, if ya ever get that idea of yers 'bout a GLCW/Judge Mathis segment goin' then give me a holla' an' we'll see.
JUDGE MATHIS: Ya know it, ya know it. An' I know I should be rootin' for Chicago's hometown hero, Michael Manson, but I gots to be true to myself.... I gots to remain real. He’s absolutely off the hook so..... BEAT THAT BOY 'TIL THE WHITE MEAT SHOWS!!!
(Maelstrom grins faintly and nods knowingly as the cameras begin to pull back on the both of them as they continue conversing..... FADE OUT.......)
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((FADEIN: Michael Manson is in a classroom with dusty desks and a chalkboard with a globe in his arms wearing a black leather jacket and jeans.))
MANSON: Yes, I'm the pathetic one because I'm not able to get C level local celebrities to do promos with me. I can't wait for next week when you have Jerry Springer and Jenny Jones with you trying to psychoanalyze me and then of course Jerry will have to have his closing thoughts, which are always touching. But I mean, its just so impressive that you have Tv judge backing up your statements. He must be a great friend if he was able to break out of his schedule of white trash property cases to help you out. I know he's busy, but that calling up to the Supreme Court is sure to come any day now.
I am glad though that he is in the law, or well whatever channel he's on says he is, and not geography. Because you see..
((Manson holds up the end of the globe and points to the top marked Artic Ocean and in smaller printing, the Artic Circle.))
....there can be no islands north of the Artic Circle. For one thing, the Artic Circle is a part of the Artic Ocean which is just frozen water, so there are no islands. Second, its basically the apex of the northern hemisphere and you can only go south from the North Pole region.
Furthermore, the weather basically makes it uninhabitable except for the miracles of modern science. So I'm supposed to be there's this island or iceberg with a tribe living on it and since they can't possible by the brutal savages I've seen in so many versions of Gilligan's Island because they'd die from the cold, it must be a tribe of scientists. Since they're the only people that would actually live in that kind of a place.
((Manson starts spinning the globe in his hands.))
So you must have been have banished from this tribe of scientifically-advanced people because of your obvious subpar intelligence. Hell, you're hanging around with Judge Mathis. Now one might think you're just making this all up as you go along and never really thought someone would call you on all this.
See, on the word of Tempest, there is a Pandora Island, except from what he describes you wouldn't fit in and your description does not match up to his. Flatliner and Kraven are from the Island too or they claim or something like that, I've never really talked to them except to gvie orders. And Tempest couldn't have come up with these tribal rituals and such on his own, not with the amount of injections he has every month.
((Manson drops the globe and it shatters on the ground, but Manson doesn't flinch or even look down.))
No, you have a more sinister reason. You heard of Pandora Island somewhere and decided to claim you were from there. It's obscure so no one would ever know you were lying. Flatliner and Kraven are real pandorians or related to them or something, that's why they hate you so much. They're just too proud to tell the truth becasue just associating you with the Island shames it. Hell, you would shame Ireland.
Who do you think you are? The Masked Blazer? How dare you mock and ridicule such a proud culture. Where are you really from? Canada, isn't it? You can never trust a Canadian. Well, this ends here and now. I am almost a Pandorian and since I left Tempest chained and forgot where, and since the Unholy Alliance has another match, it falls to me.
How long did you think you could get away with this? Having Judge Mathis there with you just gives it all away. This is the man Krusher wants as his champion? A liar and parody of a proud nation? You never earned a title shot and you sure as hell never earned the right to be called a pandorian. I can just see Flatliner and Kraven crying tears onto the Pandorian flag now.
But fear not, the flag will wave again once I lure Maelstrom around the cage like a mongrel dog, because that is all he can ever be. And like all mongrels, he snarls but its just all meaningless tripe. And like all good dogs, he'll walk willing into a virtual execution, because someone this stupid needs to be put to sleep. Maelstrom is not a worthy champion, he's not a real Pandorian, he's not even a real human being, just a mindless dog wearing the skin of one. He's not even smart to make into the carpenters' union.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson is in a classroom with dusty desks and a chalkboard with a globe in his arms wearing a black leather jacket and jeans.))
MANSON: Yes, I'm the pathetic one because I'm not able to get C level local celebrities to do promos with me. I can't wait for next week when you have Jerry Springer and Jenny Jones with you trying to psychoanalyze me and then of course Jerry will have to have his closing thoughts, which are always touching. But I mean, its just so impressive that you have Tv judge backing up your statements. He must be a great friend if he was able to break out of his schedule of white trash property cases to help you out. I know he's busy, but that calling up to the Supreme Court is sure to come any day now.
I am glad though that he is in the law, or well whatever channel he's on says he is, and not geography. Because you see..
((Manson holds up the end of the globe and points to the top marked Artic Ocean and in smaller printing, the Artic Circle.))
....there can be no islands north of the Artic Circle. For one thing, the Artic Circle is a part of the Artic Ocean which is just frozen water, so there are no islands. Second, its basically the apex of the northern hemisphere and you can only go south from the North Pole region.
Furthermore, the weather basically makes it uninhabitable except for the miracles of modern science. So I'm supposed to be there's this island or iceberg with a tribe living on it and since they can't possible by the brutal savages I've seen in so many versions of Gilligan's Island because they'd die from the cold, it must be a tribe of scientists. Since they're the only people that would actually live in that kind of a place.
((Manson starts spinning the globe in his hands.))
So you must have been have banished from this tribe of scientifically-advanced people because of your obvious subpar intelligence. Hell, you're hanging around with Judge Mathis. Now one might think you're just making this all up as you go along and never really thought someone would call you on all this.
See, on the word of Tempest, there is a Pandora Island, except from what he describes you wouldn't fit in and your description does not match up to his. Flatliner and Kraven are from the Island too or they claim or something like that, I've never really talked to them except to gvie orders. And Tempest couldn't have come up with these tribal rituals and such on his own, not with the amount of injections he has every month.
((Manson drops the globe and it shatters on the ground, but Manson doesn't flinch or even look down.))
No, you have a more sinister reason. You heard of Pandora Island somewhere and decided to claim you were from there. It's obscure so no one would ever know you were lying. Flatliner and Kraven are real pandorians or related to them or something, that's why they hate you so much. They're just too proud to tell the truth becasue just associating you with the Island shames it. Hell, you would shame Ireland.
Who do you think you are? The Masked Blazer? How dare you mock and ridicule such a proud culture. Where are you really from? Canada, isn't it? You can never trust a Canadian. Well, this ends here and now. I am almost a Pandorian and since I left Tempest chained and forgot where, and since the Unholy Alliance has another match, it falls to me.
How long did you think you could get away with this? Having Judge Mathis there with you just gives it all away. This is the man Krusher wants as his champion? A liar and parody of a proud nation? You never earned a title shot and you sure as hell never earned the right to be called a pandorian. I can just see Flatliner and Kraven crying tears onto the Pandorian flag now.
But fear not, the flag will wave again once I lure Maelstrom around the cage like a mongrel dog, because that is all he can ever be. And like all mongrels, he snarls but its just all meaningless tripe. And like all good dogs, he'll walk willing into a virtual execution, because someone this stupid needs to be put to sleep. Maelstrom is not a worthy champion, he's not a real Pandorian, he's not even a real human being, just a mindless dog wearing the skin of one. He's not even smart to make into the carpenters' union.
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-04-03 AT 00:00 AM (EST)](FADE IN..... on a table that has a large mail sack on it. There's a large tag on the sack's drawstring that reads fan-mail. The bag itself is half open with mail spilling out of it. The camera then starts panning up and we see Maelstrom himself glaring down at the bag amidst a GLCW backdrop. After a few moments he reaches down and pulls out a letter at random....)
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MAELSTROM: Well, suppose I gotta go through these at some point, an' considerin' Manson's redundancy as of late, this is as good a time as ever. Let's see. This one's from a Mr. Mike Sux an' he states the following:
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"First off Mr. Maelstrom I hope you beat the living !@$!#% out of that Michael Manson. This guy thinks he's the ULTIMATE wrestler of all time and quite frankly..... he's boring the !@!#% out of me with his condescending attitude. In fact, he's left me feeling ashamed because he and I happen to have the same first name. If I were you I'd......"
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(Maelstrom starts chuckling to himself as he reads on silently)
MAELSTROM: Well, no sense going on with this one. Mr. Mike Sux here is getting pretty graphic 'bout his feelin' on what he'd like to do to Manson. But rest assured Mr. Mike Sux, there's no place for Manson to hide…… he managed to get away from Poe an' from Golem, but trust me…. He WON'T be getting away from me! Okay, next letter…
(reaches in and pulls out another letter, when he reads the envelope, his eyes widen noticeably)
MAELSTROM: Hmmmmm.... This one has no return name….. just a Pandora Island addy an' all it says is.....
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"He's coming……. God save us all.... He's coming....."
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(Maelstrom puts the letter back into the envelope and continues to study it as he mumbles to himself and nods with a hint of familiarity)
MAELSTROM: (in hushed tones) [I]::::::I'll be waitin' on ya…… I'll be here::::::[/I] What can I say, it takes all kinds. Suppose the Masked Blazer won't be cornerin' the market on lost marbles anymore. Anyhow, lets see what else we have here……
(reaches in and pulls out another one, immediately a smile emerges on his lips and he pulls the letter out)
MAELSTROM: Now THIS is interestin'! This one's from the Corcoran State Prison in California, from a Mr. Charles Manson.
(begins reading out loud)
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"This is to that Pandorian monkey called Maelstrom. You are nothing but a piece of smegma! You have messed with the WRONG Manson this time! Michael Manson isn't just president of the Charles Manson Cult Revival Club…… he's also a client! Fact is, Michael is my prize disciple and I taught him well! I love ignorance in a man because it keeps them from questioning my authority and that's why Mikey’s my favorite! Michael has been emulating me ever since the night of his second baptism! The night he lost his virginity at Ram Rods. It was then that I realized that he had the highest threshold for pain I had ever seen. That’s when I saw the potential inside him….. literally! ALL THIRTEEN INCHES WORTH! How's THAT for a pizzle?! Maelstrom, Mikey is MORE man than you will ever be and he's going to prove it to you in the cage come....."
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MAELSTROM: OOOOOkay...... (chuckles) Just a LIL’ more info 'bout Manson than I care to know. But it does explain some of his off the hook thinking patterns. Also might explain why Tempest is always exposin' himself in front of him.
(feigns a look of disgust then winks and smiles)
MAELSTROM: Suppose I shoulda’ screened some of these letters before I started this mic spot..... After all, we don't want this segment to stoop to the level of Manson's. An’ we mustn’t hate the ‘intellectually bankrupt” Manson. I mean, how can ya hate someone who simply doesn’t have a clue? Someone who’s lost his way like a child in the dark? Why bother hating someone who hates himself much more than we can ever.... So much so, that he’s perpetually performing on a stage visible only to himself.
(looks down impassively at the fan mail on the table and shakes his head disparagingly..... After a few moments, he glances our way and continues to speak......)
MAELSTROM: No matter how low ya manage to sink Manson, no matter how hard ya try to disrespect me, it just doesn’t trigger its intended effect. Ya have managed to anger the hell outta others like Judge Greg Mathis an’ some of these people writin’ this fan mail..... but none of that incites me Manson. All I can do is pity the fool ..... the fool of course bein’ you, Manson. I pity ya for what ya are ..... but more importantly...... I pity ya for what you’ll be the moment ya step into that cage with me…….
(Maelstrom offers a faint feral grin just before he resumes sifting through the fan mail as we take this opportunity to simply...... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-04-03 AT 00:00 AM (EST)](FADE IN..... on a table that has a large mail sack on it. There's a large tag on the sack's drawstring that reads fan-mail. The bag itself is half open with mail spilling out of it. The camera then starts panning up and we see Maelstrom himself glaring down at the bag amidst a GLCW backdrop. After a few moments he reaches down and pulls out a letter at random....)
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MAELSTROM: Well, suppose I gotta go through these at some point, an' considerin' Manson's redundancy as of late, this is as good a time as ever. Let's see. This one's from a Mr. Mike Sux an' he states the following:
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"First off Mr. Maelstrom I hope you beat the living !@$!#% out of that Michael Manson. This guy thinks he's the ULTIMATE wrestler of all time and quite frankly..... he's boring the !@!#% out of me with his condescending attitude. In fact, he's left me feeling ashamed because he and I happen to have the same first name. If I were you I'd......"
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(Maelstrom starts chuckling to himself as he reads on silently)
MAELSTROM: Well, no sense going on with this one. Mr. Mike Sux here is getting pretty graphic 'bout his feelin' on what he'd like to do to Manson. But rest assured Mr. Mike Sux, there's no place for Manson to hide…… he managed to get away from Poe an' from Golem, but trust me…. He WON'T be getting away from me! Okay, next letter…
(reaches in and pulls out another letter, when he reads the envelope, his eyes widen noticeably)
MAELSTROM: Hmmmmm.... This one has no return name….. just a Pandora Island addy an' all it says is.....
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"He's coming……. God save us all.... He's coming....."
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(Maelstrom puts the letter back into the envelope and continues to study it as he mumbles to himself and nods with a hint of familiarity)
MAELSTROM: (in hushed tones) [I]::::::I'll be waitin' on ya…… I'll be here::::::[/I] What can I say, it takes all kinds. Suppose the Masked Blazer won't be cornerin' the market on lost marbles anymore. Anyhow, lets see what else we have here……
(reaches in and pulls out another one, immediately a smile emerges on his lips and he pulls the letter out)
MAELSTROM: Now THIS is interestin'! This one's from the Corcoran State Prison in California, from a Mr. Charles Manson.
(begins reading out loud)
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"This is to that Pandorian monkey called Maelstrom. You are nothing but a piece of smegma! You have messed with the WRONG Manson this time! Michael Manson isn't just president of the Charles Manson Cult Revival Club…… he's also a client! Fact is, Michael is my prize disciple and I taught him well! I love ignorance in a man because it keeps them from questioning my authority and that's why Mikey’s my favorite! Michael has been emulating me ever since the night of his second baptism! The night he lost his virginity at Ram Rods. It was then that I realized that he had the highest threshold for pain I had ever seen. That’s when I saw the potential inside him….. literally! ALL THIRTEEN INCHES WORTH! How's THAT for a pizzle?! Maelstrom, Mikey is MORE man than you will ever be and he's going to prove it to you in the cage come....."
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MAELSTROM: OOOOOkay...... (chuckles) Just a LIL’ more info 'bout Manson than I care to know. But it does explain some of his off the hook thinking patterns. Also might explain why Tempest is always exposin' himself in front of him.
(feigns a look of disgust then winks and smiles)
MAELSTROM: Suppose I shoulda’ screened some of these letters before I started this mic spot..... After all, we don't want this segment to stoop to the level of Manson's. An’ we mustn’t hate the ‘intellectually bankrupt” Manson. I mean, how can ya hate someone who simply doesn’t have a clue? Someone who’s lost his way like a child in the dark? Why bother hating someone who hates himself much more than we can ever.... So much so, that he’s perpetually performing on a stage visible only to himself.
(looks down impassively at the fan mail on the table and shakes his head disparagingly..... After a few moments, he glances our way and continues to speak......)
MAELSTROM: No matter how low ya manage to sink Manson, no matter how hard ya try to disrespect me, it just doesn’t trigger its intended effect. Ya have managed to anger the hell outta others like Judge Greg Mathis an’ some of these people writin’ this fan mail..... but none of that incites me Manson. All I can do is pity the fool ..... the fool of course bein’ you, Manson. I pity ya for what ya are ..... but more importantly...... I pity ya for what you’ll be the moment ya step into that cage with me…….
(Maelstrom offers a faint feral grin just before he resumes sifting through the fan mail as we take this opportunity to simply...... FADE OUT....)
Manson
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Truth, Justice, and American Television
((FADEIN: Michael Manson sits in the classroom, still dusty, still empty. He is sitting at the teachers? desk with a pile of notebooks filled with his handwriting.))
MANSON: The fans? The fans? The people you've been lying to for so long Malestrom? If a someone hates me, I understand, it's difficult to accept someone so much greater and different. While I know you had to write most of that fan mail yourself or had someone with a better understanding of grammar do it, I still know there are those to misunderstand me. But I'll earn their trust as I expose you, Malestrom, and your deceit to the light of day and justice.
According to what I can actually make out from the monkey jabber Maelstrom calls English, the closest approximation to the place he calls his homeland is Greenland. I suspected Canadian, but Greenland is just north of there. To all Canadians with their free medical care, I apologize. However, this greatly disturbs me that Maelstrom is in fact from Greenland.
According to this?.
((Manson pulls the notebooks off a pair of textbooks. The first is the Good Book of Old School Wrestling and under is Pandorian History: 1700-2000.))
Back in the 1930s, before the time when Guns ?N? Roses were actually good, before the cold and Stalin becoming a role model to millions of young communists, before even World War II, Greenland and Pandora Island were engaged in a horrible, horrible war. The palm tree and cubed ice trade negotiations had gone poorly. The Pandora Island chief met with the Greenland head of state and good old FDR acting as the go-between. Well, one insult led to another and war was declared. Both statesmen headed over to the telegraph to inform their lands of the war and that led to a shoving match that finally, drunken FDR ended by smashing a bottle on both of their heads.
This 20 minute war has led to poor relations between the countries ever since. They?ve been engaged in a Cold War ever since, no one has noticed though because no one really cares about either country. And it seems Maelstrom has been sent by Greenland to mock the proud people of Pandora. This is an international incident. The Pandorians, all 17 of them, are willing to go to war about this insult. We?re supposed to be living in peaceful times, but people like the Maelstrom?s, the Masked Blazer?s, just can?t allow this. Should Pandora Island and Greenland go to war again, there could man-?.no?several?.all right probably just 4 or 5 people killed?..no?severely injured? No, probably just bruised. My god, the humanity.
But I will not allow a war to break out, not in my promotion. No, by defeating Maelstrom representing both the United States and Pandora Island, that will be better than defeating Greenland in a war. There are freedoms all people enjoy and Maelstrom and his Greenland co-conspirators are plotting to take away every Pandorian?s right to walk around in nothing but a kilt made of animal skin. No, these freedoms, which I selflessly provide and defend for all of you, will be maintained. Pandora Island and Green Island will not need to go to war, no, because we have ppv, we have weekly wrestling events. International politics can just as easily be solved with a pin and perhaps a stunner. And it will be with the crowd chanting, ?USA, USA, USA? and the Pandorian flag proudly waving, I?ll defeat Maelstrom and all the evil plans of Greenland. Then I?ll turn to salute the president and pandorian tribal chef, if he isn?t scared off by cameras and flash and hides in the bathroom.
But, Maelstrom, do you have any idea the youths and lives you are affecting? Even with just your speech, you inspire anyone watching to sound like a spastic redneck. No, you care not, but I do, which is why I properly directed and guided the youths of??Insane Enough?..Or Something.?
((CUEUP: Generic Survivor rip-off theme as the Insane Enough..or Something theme kicks. CLIPS: Jarod getting his tongue pierced to his bottom lip, Jackie mounting Bueno Excellente in the hot tub, her back to the camera, Gol getting shocked with cattle prods in the ring, and Strom getting bitched out by Tempest who has climbed up a ladder to yell at him. CLIP: Michael Manson, Tempest, and Bueno Excellente sit in the living room with pool table, wide ?screen TV, and bottles of wine in each of their hands.))
JAROD(in the confessional): I never thought he?d screw up this badly.
GOL(in the confessional): Goes to show you why you need to know the basics.
((B/W footage: Each person has a steel chair. Strom is in the ring with Manson while Bueno and Tempest stand off to the side.))
MANSON: Now, when you swing a chair, you have to aim for the vital body parts. The face, the head, the groin, and the neck. You can use the leg of the chair to stab, but that?s more advanced training. Now, Strom, hit me.
((Strom pauses.))
MANSON: Hit me.
STROM: Yer sure?
((Manson nods and Strom swings and the chair gently touches Manson?s head. He stares at Strom and then pulls the chair away from him.))
MANSON: What the hell was that? You?re supposed to do it like this.
((Tempest comes from behind and hits Strom in the left leg with a chair while Bueno hits him over the exposed back. Manson then winds up and swings hitting the top of his exposed head. He turns to the others.))
MANSON: Now practice.
((Jarod, Gol, and Jackie nod and start hitting each other with chairs at random. Manson and the other trainers take the cattle prods hanging around their necks and start shocking Strom.))
JAROD(in the confessional): I never thought it?d come to this, but you screw up, you get hurt. Part of the job.
((Colored footage stars again as Gol, Jackie, and Jarod sit in chairs near the ring as Strom is wheeled out by Bueno, in a neckbrace, casts, and bandages all over his body. Manson looks on from the ring with his pez dispenser. Tempest stands off to the side with his arms crossed.))
TEMPEST(in the confessional): Stupid punk.
((Strom is wheeled in front of them as his friends start crying.))
JACKIE(in the confessional): It?s just horrible to see him like that. Just horrible. I almost can?t look. I might still sleep with him though, I have to ask my boyfriend.
STROM(fighting back tears): I just want to say?you guys are all great..you?re my friends. The trainers..I?ve learned so much from. This experience has been just?just great. I?ll miss you all, I will, but my physical therapy means I can?t carry on this. I wanted to, but Coach Manson wouldn?t let me.
GOL(in the confessional): Coach Manson cares too much about us to let him go on. Even without the injuries, he was screwing up too much. It could be me in that wheelchair. But now that he?s hurt, I wonder if his girlfriend?s lonely.
STROM(cont): It hasn?t been the same..since Paco left. I don?t know if I have the heart anymore. I won?t get the chance to try though, so you guys have to carry on. It?s your shot?your chance?and remember?
((Strom painfully twists his head and looks at Manson who nods.))
STROM: Remember?I GOT YOU.
((Strom slowly staggers to his feet and leans on his right leg, hunched-over and his head tilted.))
STROM: I?m..umm?.still in this.
JAROD(in the confessional): Man, what a great rib.
JACKIE(in the confessional): Maybe I don?t need to call my boyfriend.
MANSON(breaking up the laughter by snapping his fingers): All right, all right, Time for the cheapshot drills. Joker here can go first.
STROM: What?
MANSON(in the confessional): He came to me and said he had a really great idea for a rib. I went along with it, but he needs some payback.
((Tempest walks over and pulls his slumping head down to his level.))
TEMPEST: Yer a punk. You got no respect, none at all. Now yer goin have to show me an'? get in tha ring an do the drill.
((With the help of the others, Strom is rolled into the ring.))
MANSON: Now, remember what I taught you.
((Strom struggles to raise his leg, but can?t. He starts foaming at the mouth in pain. Manson sighs and steps on his crotch. Strom screams in pain.))
MANSON: I told you wear a cup, didn?t? Didn?t I?
((Manson removes his cattle prod.))
JAROD(in the confessional): I know who?s getting cut next.
(FADE TO BLACK)
((FADEIN: Michael Manson sits in the classroom, still dusty, still empty. He is sitting at the teachers? desk with a pile of notebooks filled with his handwriting.))
MANSON: The fans? The fans? The people you've been lying to for so long Malestrom? If a someone hates me, I understand, it's difficult to accept someone so much greater and different. While I know you had to write most of that fan mail yourself or had someone with a better understanding of grammar do it, I still know there are those to misunderstand me. But I'll earn their trust as I expose you, Malestrom, and your deceit to the light of day and justice.
According to what I can actually make out from the monkey jabber Maelstrom calls English, the closest approximation to the place he calls his homeland is Greenland. I suspected Canadian, but Greenland is just north of there. To all Canadians with their free medical care, I apologize. However, this greatly disturbs me that Maelstrom is in fact from Greenland.
According to this?.
((Manson pulls the notebooks off a pair of textbooks. The first is the Good Book of Old School Wrestling and under is Pandorian History: 1700-2000.))
Back in the 1930s, before the time when Guns ?N? Roses were actually good, before the cold and Stalin becoming a role model to millions of young communists, before even World War II, Greenland and Pandora Island were engaged in a horrible, horrible war. The palm tree and cubed ice trade negotiations had gone poorly. The Pandora Island chief met with the Greenland head of state and good old FDR acting as the go-between. Well, one insult led to another and war was declared. Both statesmen headed over to the telegraph to inform their lands of the war and that led to a shoving match that finally, drunken FDR ended by smashing a bottle on both of their heads.
This 20 minute war has led to poor relations between the countries ever since. They?ve been engaged in a Cold War ever since, no one has noticed though because no one really cares about either country. And it seems Maelstrom has been sent by Greenland to mock the proud people of Pandora. This is an international incident. The Pandorians, all 17 of them, are willing to go to war about this insult. We?re supposed to be living in peaceful times, but people like the Maelstrom?s, the Masked Blazer?s, just can?t allow this. Should Pandora Island and Greenland go to war again, there could man-?.no?several?.all right probably just 4 or 5 people killed?..no?severely injured? No, probably just bruised. My god, the humanity.
But I will not allow a war to break out, not in my promotion. No, by defeating Maelstrom representing both the United States and Pandora Island, that will be better than defeating Greenland in a war. There are freedoms all people enjoy and Maelstrom and his Greenland co-conspirators are plotting to take away every Pandorian?s right to walk around in nothing but a kilt made of animal skin. No, these freedoms, which I selflessly provide and defend for all of you, will be maintained. Pandora Island and Green Island will not need to go to war, no, because we have ppv, we have weekly wrestling events. International politics can just as easily be solved with a pin and perhaps a stunner. And it will be with the crowd chanting, ?USA, USA, USA? and the Pandorian flag proudly waving, I?ll defeat Maelstrom and all the evil plans of Greenland. Then I?ll turn to salute the president and pandorian tribal chef, if he isn?t scared off by cameras and flash and hides in the bathroom.
But, Maelstrom, do you have any idea the youths and lives you are affecting? Even with just your speech, you inspire anyone watching to sound like a spastic redneck. No, you care not, but I do, which is why I properly directed and guided the youths of??Insane Enough?..Or Something.?
((CUEUP: Generic Survivor rip-off theme as the Insane Enough..or Something theme kicks. CLIPS: Jarod getting his tongue pierced to his bottom lip, Jackie mounting Bueno Excellente in the hot tub, her back to the camera, Gol getting shocked with cattle prods in the ring, and Strom getting bitched out by Tempest who has climbed up a ladder to yell at him. CLIP: Michael Manson, Tempest, and Bueno Excellente sit in the living room with pool table, wide ?screen TV, and bottles of wine in each of their hands.))
JAROD(in the confessional): I never thought he?d screw up this badly.
GOL(in the confessional): Goes to show you why you need to know the basics.
((B/W footage: Each person has a steel chair. Strom is in the ring with Manson while Bueno and Tempest stand off to the side.))
MANSON: Now, when you swing a chair, you have to aim for the vital body parts. The face, the head, the groin, and the neck. You can use the leg of the chair to stab, but that?s more advanced training. Now, Strom, hit me.
((Strom pauses.))
MANSON: Hit me.
STROM: Yer sure?
((Manson nods and Strom swings and the chair gently touches Manson?s head. He stares at Strom and then pulls the chair away from him.))
MANSON: What the hell was that? You?re supposed to do it like this.
((Tempest comes from behind and hits Strom in the left leg with a chair while Bueno hits him over the exposed back. Manson then winds up and swings hitting the top of his exposed head. He turns to the others.))
MANSON: Now practice.
((Jarod, Gol, and Jackie nod and start hitting each other with chairs at random. Manson and the other trainers take the cattle prods hanging around their necks and start shocking Strom.))
JAROD(in the confessional): I never thought it?d come to this, but you screw up, you get hurt. Part of the job.
((Colored footage stars again as Gol, Jackie, and Jarod sit in chairs near the ring as Strom is wheeled out by Bueno, in a neckbrace, casts, and bandages all over his body. Manson looks on from the ring with his pez dispenser. Tempest stands off to the side with his arms crossed.))
TEMPEST(in the confessional): Stupid punk.
((Strom is wheeled in front of them as his friends start crying.))
JACKIE(in the confessional): It?s just horrible to see him like that. Just horrible. I almost can?t look. I might still sleep with him though, I have to ask my boyfriend.
STROM(fighting back tears): I just want to say?you guys are all great..you?re my friends. The trainers..I?ve learned so much from. This experience has been just?just great. I?ll miss you all, I will, but my physical therapy means I can?t carry on this. I wanted to, but Coach Manson wouldn?t let me.
GOL(in the confessional): Coach Manson cares too much about us to let him go on. Even without the injuries, he was screwing up too much. It could be me in that wheelchair. But now that he?s hurt, I wonder if his girlfriend?s lonely.
STROM(cont): It hasn?t been the same..since Paco left. I don?t know if I have the heart anymore. I won?t get the chance to try though, so you guys have to carry on. It?s your shot?your chance?and remember?
((Strom painfully twists his head and looks at Manson who nods.))
STROM: Remember?I GOT YOU.
((Strom slowly staggers to his feet and leans on his right leg, hunched-over and his head tilted.))
STROM: I?m..umm?.still in this.
JAROD(in the confessional): Man, what a great rib.
JACKIE(in the confessional): Maybe I don?t need to call my boyfriend.
MANSON(breaking up the laughter by snapping his fingers): All right, all right, Time for the cheapshot drills. Joker here can go first.
STROM: What?
MANSON(in the confessional): He came to me and said he had a really great idea for a rib. I went along with it, but he needs some payback.
((Tempest walks over and pulls his slumping head down to his level.))
TEMPEST: Yer a punk. You got no respect, none at all. Now yer goin have to show me an'? get in tha ring an do the drill.
((With the help of the others, Strom is rolled into the ring.))
MANSON: Now, remember what I taught you.
((Strom struggles to raise his leg, but can?t. He starts foaming at the mouth in pain. Manson sighs and steps on his crotch. Strom screams in pain.))
MANSON: I told you wear a cup, didn?t? Didn?t I?
((Manson removes his cattle prod.))
JAROD(in the confessional): I know who?s getting cut next.
(FADE TO BLACK)
J
JLebron
Guest
A True Pandorian's point of view
(FADE IN:.... as the cameras begin to pan toward a stage which is masked somewhat by the shadows..... two silhouttes can be seen sitting up there.... one, the larger of the two, sits in a chair to the left and is obscured by the shadows, while his counterpart sits on the right. The cameras pan a bit closer on the smaller figure from the stage floor up revealing first a pair of black pumps, a shapely pair of legs wrapped nicely by a snug fitting black skirt. As it continues to pan upward we see a white blouse with a small GLCW logo on the breast pocket and shoulder length hair on a very striking woman. It's at that moment that we realize that we're gazing upon the attractive face of the GLCW's own Lady V. She gives a welcome smile and crosses her shapely legs right before she begins to speak.......)
LADY V: Welcome, I'm Lady V and I'm here with a man who needs no introduction to anyone that follows the sport of wrestling...... he's held world titles on multiple occasions, as well as countless regional titles..... considered a Legend and Icon by my many of his peers...... he's the man from Pandora Island.... of course I'm talking about the man the GLCW has come to know simply as......
(The lights illuminate a bit more as the cameras focus in on the man opposite her. He pushes back some strands of his long black mane as he regards the crowd stoically.)
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LADY V: MAELSTROM! It's a pleasure to have this opportunity to speak with you. My, but you ARE a beast of a man! Do you have a last name to go with Maelstrom or is it just Maelstrom?
MAELSTROM: (scowling....) Hmmmmm..... just Maelstrom.
LADY V: I've always wondered about that but never had the chance to ask until now. It's a pretty unusual name, but then again, you're a pretty unusual guy. You don't ally yerself with anyone and you apparently war with everyone. You don't care if you're loved or despised. You came in to the GLCW and even before your first match were immediately involved in a feud with Michael Manson. A man who I personally wouldn't even want to be in the same room with, let alone have him upset with me. Most people would cringe at the mere thought of having to face him, yet you don't seem the least bit nervous or concerned for that matter. You are about to face not only the GLCW Heavyweight Champion but also a man considered by many to be a maniac. How do you feel about that?
MAELSTROM: (shrugs his shoulders) Hell, nuthin' much to feel..... it's just the way it's always been..... the way it's meant to be. Manson may be considered a dangerous lunatic to others, but to me, he's just an egotistical, overrated poser.
LADY V: He seems to have pretty much the same opinion about you Maelstrom.
MAELSTROM: Yeah well, I suppose I'm fortunate then.
LADY V: Fortunate? Why is that?
MAELSTROM: 'Cuz I really don't give a S(BLEEP)T 'bout what he or anyone else thinks of me. The man has issues.
LADY V: Issues? Such as?
MAELSTROM: Who knows what lurks in puerile minds like his? Could be jealousy, could be bitterness, could be fear.... hell, he could just be trying to capture a glimpse of MY spotlight 'cuz his isn't big enough. Seems the ONLY person he impresses with his blatherings is himself anyhows, but in retrospect, it really doesn't matter. I wouldn't lower myself to his level an' trade insults. I have better things to do with my time than to trade words with a mental midget like Manson. I won't deny his talent, what I do question is the LEVEL of his talent. If ya ask me, his TRUE talent lies in borin' the hell outta people with his redundant, recycled gibberish. In my view, his opinions are based largely on his insecurities, jealousy and his egotistical desire to measure up.
LADY V: You two guys have had virtually no history together, you both always seemed to be in different promotions at one time, and the few times that you were together in the same promotion, something would happen to prevent the inevitable matchup.
MAELSTROM: Yeah, but that's been pretty much the case between us. But it'll be comin' to a head soon enough an' all of Manson's frontin' an' posturin' won't be doin' him any good when it does. Manson has a real talent for hypocrisy an' contradiction. The ONLY person he's foolin' with all his rhetoric is himself. But that's neither here nor there 'cuz people like him need to have the sense beat into them.
LADY V: (mumbling to herself) [i]::::I'm looking forward to that:::::[/i]
MAELSTROM: I didn't catch that. Did ya say somethin'?
LADY V: Umm.... no, nothing at all, just clearing my throat. Manson has not wavered in his disrespect towards you. From questioning the very existance of your homeland, of your heritage, to mocking the Pandorian heritage as well as your intellect. How will that affect your meeting with him in the cage?
MAELSTROM: If you're wonderin' whether or not it'll cloud my vision, it won't. Ya see, whether Manson actually believes that tripe he spouts or not is irrelevant. There can be only two logical reasons why he would feel the need to continually mock me. He's either tryin' to get under my skin an' take me off my game, off my focus, like yer suggestin', or he's simply jealous an' insecure. Either way, it's obvious that he's more concerned than he's willin' to admit to..... in short, he feels threatened. First he questions Pandora Island's existance, now when he finds that point undefendable, he chooses to divert the focus off that point an' now claim that I don't really come from there. An obviously long reach an' an even more obvious display of his ignorance. As for the comments 'bout my intellect, well let's just say I'm curious to see how he's gonna explain away havin' a brute with a 12 year old mentality beat his ass an' take his most prized possession.
LADY V: Ah yes, the GLCW title.
MAELSTROM: Well, that too, but I was referrin' primarily of his pride.
LADY V: Are you implying that you value taking his pride over taking his title?
MAELSTROM: No, YER implying that. I would after all have to give a S(BLEEP)T 'bout him to place any value on takin' his pride. His pride is linked to that title, an' once I strip him of it, I'll not only take what HE himself claims confirms he's the best in the GLCW, but I'll also be strippin' him of what lil' credibility he has 'cuz he'll have failed to back up all his boasts.
LADY V: It seems that the GLCW Tag Champs, Flatliner and Kraven have allied themselves with Manson against you. Now it's bad enough to have to focus on a guy like Manson, but now you have to grow eyes on the back of your head and watch out for the UA as well. That has to be in the back of your mind, what are your thoughts concerning that?
MAELSTROM: (smiles) I gotta tell ya, guys like Flatliner an' Kraven, well, they're definitely not wrapped too tight if ya know what I mean. Kraven is as tough as they come an' Flatliner, well, the man is not all there..... EXACTLY the type of guys I want huntin' me down!
LADY V: You mean, you actually welcome this? Being targeted by men like that?
MAELSTROM: Welcome it? Hell, it's what it's all 'bout! Ya can't appreciate bein' a hunter 'less ya can appreciate bein' hunted yerself.
LADY V: I see, well that's um, an interesting take to say the least. Manson has recently made a comment where he boasts that the GLCW Tag Champions, Flatliner and Kraven, take direction and orders from him. Basically that he's orchestrated their involvement against you? What are your views on that?
MAELSTROM: Well, Manson is doin' what he's been doin' for as long as I care to remember...... paintin' a portrait of what he would LIKE people to THINK! I know Flatliner an' Kraven better than ANYBODY! I've been their allies on rare occasions, an' I've been their worst enemy on most, an' believe me when I say that those lunatics would NOT take directions, let alone orders from anyone, let alone a guy like Manson.
LADY V: Then to what would you attribute their alliance towards Manson?
MAELSTROM: Convenience. The enemy of my enemy is also my friend? Familiar with that concept? Well, it's livin' an' breathin' right here, right now as we speak. Mark my words, Flatliner an' Kraven, despite what Manson claims, despite what the current impression is, have their OWN agenda in mind..... ya can bank on that.
LADY V: Jarod Poe has tried and failed against Manson, so has Golem on numerous attempts. Yet you seem so certain that you won't fail against him. Why is that?
MAELSTROM: Ya say that as though it's supposed to mean somethin'. Jarod Poe failed for WHATEVER reason, as did Golem. Though in Golem's case, I don't view him as failin'. He should have TWO marks in the win column 'gainst Manson an' not ONE. Were it not for King Krusher's arrogance and interference, Golem would have been the GLCW Heavyweight Champion.
LADY V: Well, with all due respect to your statement Maelstrom, KK WAS the referee of record for that match.
MAELSTROM: Yes he was, UNTIL that match started an' that responsibility was passed to me. The moment that match started with me as referee, it was supposed end with ME bein' the referee as well.... NOT KK. But that's neither here nor there, K.K. is a proud man an' I'm sure he just wanted to finish what was originally set in motion. At the time of the double count by us, he bein' the commissioner had to make a decision an' he made it, an' whether I liked it or not, I respected it. King Krusher is one of the few wrestlers out there that I hold a measure of respect for..... b'sides, he's the commissioner an' has the final say.... end of story. But we seem to be strayin' a bit from the subject. As I was sayin', any win that Manson has is irrelevant an' meaningless to me. I mean, lets forget the fact that I've beaten Golem convincingly in the only meeting we've ever had.... it's still insignificant in the face of this particular match up.
LADY V: And why is that? Why is it insignificant that Manson has defeated these men and held on to his title in the process? Why doesn't that have any bearing on your upcoming match with him.
MAELSTROM: It's really quite simple, despite all these so-called accomplishments of his...... there's a small footnote there.....
LADY V: And what's that?
MAELSTROM: HE'S NEVER DONE IT 'GAINST ME!
LADY V: (gets visibly started by Maelstrom's sudden out burst) Well, umm....errr... I see. Point well taken. Um, Manson has consistently stated in various mic spots of his that you have NOT earned this title shot. Basically stating that you are not even a legitimate contender, in essence inferring that you aren't ranked high enough. Do you find his manner of thinking threatening?
MAELSTROM: Threatening? (grins faintly and shakes his head) Well, first off, I consider NOBODY a threat.... least of all someone like Manson. Secondly, his statements an' opinions are laced with the bitter taste of biase rather than educated, impartial assessments, an' therefore lose strength. Come cage time, he's gonna have to back up those words of his, and if he can't, I hope he has a healthy appetite 'cuz he'll not only be eatin' those same empty-caloried words, but also a protein-enriched ass-kickin'.
LADY V: I see. Manson has inferred on many occasions that the GLCW provides no competition for him, basically giving everyone a low rating of sorts. Would you mind giving us YOUR brief assessment of some of the talent here in the GLCW?
MAELSTROM: Not at all.
LADY V: Okay, let me toss a few names your way, starting with the GLCW Champion Michael Manson.
MAELSTROM: Manson been 'round for a while an' that's definitely a plus in the experience category. There's also no denyin' that he DOES have some legitimate measure of talent, but it's nowhere near what he claims it to be. In my opinion, he's not as good as he would like us all to believe. Hell, he's not even as good as HE thinks he is. His main talent lies in the wagging of his forked tongue. He's no pushover, I'll give him that, but he still has a ways to go before he can convince me otherwise an' I think it'll be most evident AFTER our cage match.
LADY V: I see, what about Sean Edmunds?
MAELSTROM: Hell, let's do a complete 180 here. Edmunds definitely doesn't lack for confidence either, however he's tougher and smarter than he lets on. Those same abundances of confidences are like blinders though..... sooner or later, it costs him.... much like it did against me back when we met in the WWL.
LADY V: How about Jean Rabesque?
MAELSTROM: Jean is yet another mainstay in wrestlin'. While I don't agree with his claim to be the best wrestler in the world, he's definitely a solid experienced wrestler who I feel is vastly underrated, an' at times it works to his advantage. Other times, it acts like a thorn in his side, exposure-wise that is. He's currently involved in a bitter feud 'gainst Edmunds an' I think the winner of that one will go on to bigger an' better things with the loser possibly stumblin' a bit before they get back on track. Jean an' I have been in a lot of leagues together but ironically have never faced each other in singles competition. We almost did on one occasion. It was when I was NFWA World Champion an' was scheduled to defend 'gainst him durin' the midst of a bitter contract dispute with Pres. Scott Malec. Needless to say, contract negotiations collapsed before that match took place an' I abdicated the title an' immediately left the NFWA. Sooner or later though, Jean an' I will cross paths again an' that's somethin' I'll definitely be lookin' forward to.
LADY V: Any views on Golem?
MAELSTROM: Golem is a tough customer. We faced each other only once in a singles match long ago. It was a match that ended in a very decisive manner in my favor. He really wasn't much to speak of back then, but he's definitely done somethin' 'bout that since. He's come a LONG way since that match we had..... improvin' tremendously both in skill an' in ring savvy. He's given some of the TOP names in this sport today some of their toughest, most memorable matches an' it's only a matter of time before we see him capturin' a MAJOR title somewhere.
LADY V: If things go your way against Manson, do you see Golem possibly capturing that major title against you?
MAELSTROM: No. But hey, I welcome the opportunity to be proven wrong at anytime by anyone. (grins)
LADY V: Do you have any views on The GLCW TV Champion, The Jobber?
MAELSTROM: The Jobber is kinda unique, in my opinion, he falls into the category of bein' underrated as well as bein' a bit on the overconfident, "not being as good as he thinks" category.
LADY V: That's an intriguing assessment. Could you elaborate on that?
MAELSTROM: I definitely don't think he gets the credit an' props deservin' of his talents, fact is, I think he's got more talent and pure wrestlin' ability than Manson, but at the same time, he seems to be sufferin' from a milder dose of "Mansonitis". He regards himself at a much higher level than his talent can afford him. He definitely has what it takes to be one of the premiere wrestlers of the sport, that is if his arrogance doesn't divert him prematurely from that path.
LADY V: Weren't you and The Jobber scheduled to face each other in Malec's CCW right before the promotion folded?
MAELSTROM: Yep. But he got lucky an' dodged that bullet. He may not be so lucky here in the GLCW though as I don't see THIS promotion foldin' any time soon.
LADY V: What about Jarod Poe? Any views on him?
MAELSTROM: Poe has had his problems lately with the Masked Blazer, an' I believe that has definitely taken away from his focus. I think once the distractions fade from Poe's mind, he'll be a VERY tough man to stop. The same holds true for "The Wolf" Chris McMillan. They've both stumbled some recently, but I think they both have the drive and potential to go far in this sport.
LADY V: How about the tag team champions, your old acquaintances, Flatliner and Kraven?
MAELSTROM: What can I say 'bout them that I already haven't? Those are two mean muthas that play by their own rules.... which happen to be none. They don't care 'bout winnin' which that makes them even more trecherous, more dangerous. Our paths have crossed before many times an' I'm sure they will again both as allies as well as enemies.
LADY V: I see, and where do you see yourself in all this? How would you rate yourself?
MAELSTROM: I'm right in the middle as is usually the case. As far as rating myself, I don't gauge myself in relation to best or worst. I know full well the extent of my limits and have no false illusions 'bout my talents or accomplishments. But for the record, I'll say this..... regardless of the results, ANYONE that faces me won't soon forget the experience they'll endure..... Reality has a new face here in the GLCW, an' it stares at them through MY eyes.... one match at a time.
LADY V: Well, unfortunately, we seem to be all out of time. But I'd like to thank Maelstrom for granting me this interview and lending his insights and opinions. I'm Lady V for the GLCW with heavyweight title contender, the man known simply as Maelstrom.
(The lights begin to dim as Lady V and Maelstrom continue speaking and we simply ....... FADE OUT......)
(FADE IN:.... as the cameras begin to pan toward a stage which is masked somewhat by the shadows..... two silhouttes can be seen sitting up there.... one, the larger of the two, sits in a chair to the left and is obscured by the shadows, while his counterpart sits on the right. The cameras pan a bit closer on the smaller figure from the stage floor up revealing first a pair of black pumps, a shapely pair of legs wrapped nicely by a snug fitting black skirt. As it continues to pan upward we see a white blouse with a small GLCW logo on the breast pocket and shoulder length hair on a very striking woman. It's at that moment that we realize that we're gazing upon the attractive face of the GLCW's own Lady V. She gives a welcome smile and crosses her shapely legs right before she begins to speak.......)
LADY V: Welcome, I'm Lady V and I'm here with a man who needs no introduction to anyone that follows the sport of wrestling...... he's held world titles on multiple occasions, as well as countless regional titles..... considered a Legend and Icon by my many of his peers...... he's the man from Pandora Island.... of course I'm talking about the man the GLCW has come to know simply as......
(The lights illuminate a bit more as the cameras focus in on the man opposite her. He pushes back some strands of his long black mane as he regards the crowd stoically.)
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LADY V: MAELSTROM! It's a pleasure to have this opportunity to speak with you. My, but you ARE a beast of a man! Do you have a last name to go with Maelstrom or is it just Maelstrom?
MAELSTROM: (scowling....) Hmmmmm..... just Maelstrom.
LADY V: I've always wondered about that but never had the chance to ask until now. It's a pretty unusual name, but then again, you're a pretty unusual guy. You don't ally yerself with anyone and you apparently war with everyone. You don't care if you're loved or despised. You came in to the GLCW and even before your first match were immediately involved in a feud with Michael Manson. A man who I personally wouldn't even want to be in the same room with, let alone have him upset with me. Most people would cringe at the mere thought of having to face him, yet you don't seem the least bit nervous or concerned for that matter. You are about to face not only the GLCW Heavyweight Champion but also a man considered by many to be a maniac. How do you feel about that?
MAELSTROM: (shrugs his shoulders) Hell, nuthin' much to feel..... it's just the way it's always been..... the way it's meant to be. Manson may be considered a dangerous lunatic to others, but to me, he's just an egotistical, overrated poser.
LADY V: He seems to have pretty much the same opinion about you Maelstrom.
MAELSTROM: Yeah well, I suppose I'm fortunate then.
LADY V: Fortunate? Why is that?
MAELSTROM: 'Cuz I really don't give a S(BLEEP)T 'bout what he or anyone else thinks of me. The man has issues.
LADY V: Issues? Such as?
MAELSTROM: Who knows what lurks in puerile minds like his? Could be jealousy, could be bitterness, could be fear.... hell, he could just be trying to capture a glimpse of MY spotlight 'cuz his isn't big enough. Seems the ONLY person he impresses with his blatherings is himself anyhows, but in retrospect, it really doesn't matter. I wouldn't lower myself to his level an' trade insults. I have better things to do with my time than to trade words with a mental midget like Manson. I won't deny his talent, what I do question is the LEVEL of his talent. If ya ask me, his TRUE talent lies in borin' the hell outta people with his redundant, recycled gibberish. In my view, his opinions are based largely on his insecurities, jealousy and his egotistical desire to measure up.
LADY V: You two guys have had virtually no history together, you both always seemed to be in different promotions at one time, and the few times that you were together in the same promotion, something would happen to prevent the inevitable matchup.
MAELSTROM: Yeah, but that's been pretty much the case between us. But it'll be comin' to a head soon enough an' all of Manson's frontin' an' posturin' won't be doin' him any good when it does. Manson has a real talent for hypocrisy an' contradiction. The ONLY person he's foolin' with all his rhetoric is himself. But that's neither here nor there 'cuz people like him need to have the sense beat into them.
LADY V: (mumbling to herself) [i]::::I'm looking forward to that:::::[/i]
MAELSTROM: I didn't catch that. Did ya say somethin'?
LADY V: Umm.... no, nothing at all, just clearing my throat. Manson has not wavered in his disrespect towards you. From questioning the very existance of your homeland, of your heritage, to mocking the Pandorian heritage as well as your intellect. How will that affect your meeting with him in the cage?
MAELSTROM: If you're wonderin' whether or not it'll cloud my vision, it won't. Ya see, whether Manson actually believes that tripe he spouts or not is irrelevant. There can be only two logical reasons why he would feel the need to continually mock me. He's either tryin' to get under my skin an' take me off my game, off my focus, like yer suggestin', or he's simply jealous an' insecure. Either way, it's obvious that he's more concerned than he's willin' to admit to..... in short, he feels threatened. First he questions Pandora Island's existance, now when he finds that point undefendable, he chooses to divert the focus off that point an' now claim that I don't really come from there. An obviously long reach an' an even more obvious display of his ignorance. As for the comments 'bout my intellect, well let's just say I'm curious to see how he's gonna explain away havin' a brute with a 12 year old mentality beat his ass an' take his most prized possession.
LADY V: Ah yes, the GLCW title.
MAELSTROM: Well, that too, but I was referrin' primarily of his pride.
LADY V: Are you implying that you value taking his pride over taking his title?
MAELSTROM: No, YER implying that. I would after all have to give a S(BLEEP)T 'bout him to place any value on takin' his pride. His pride is linked to that title, an' once I strip him of it, I'll not only take what HE himself claims confirms he's the best in the GLCW, but I'll also be strippin' him of what lil' credibility he has 'cuz he'll have failed to back up all his boasts.
LADY V: It seems that the GLCW Tag Champs, Flatliner and Kraven have allied themselves with Manson against you. Now it's bad enough to have to focus on a guy like Manson, but now you have to grow eyes on the back of your head and watch out for the UA as well. That has to be in the back of your mind, what are your thoughts concerning that?
MAELSTROM: (smiles) I gotta tell ya, guys like Flatliner an' Kraven, well, they're definitely not wrapped too tight if ya know what I mean. Kraven is as tough as they come an' Flatliner, well, the man is not all there..... EXACTLY the type of guys I want huntin' me down!
LADY V: You mean, you actually welcome this? Being targeted by men like that?
MAELSTROM: Welcome it? Hell, it's what it's all 'bout! Ya can't appreciate bein' a hunter 'less ya can appreciate bein' hunted yerself.
LADY V: I see, well that's um, an interesting take to say the least. Manson has recently made a comment where he boasts that the GLCW Tag Champions, Flatliner and Kraven, take direction and orders from him. Basically that he's orchestrated their involvement against you? What are your views on that?
MAELSTROM: Well, Manson is doin' what he's been doin' for as long as I care to remember...... paintin' a portrait of what he would LIKE people to THINK! I know Flatliner an' Kraven better than ANYBODY! I've been their allies on rare occasions, an' I've been their worst enemy on most, an' believe me when I say that those lunatics would NOT take directions, let alone orders from anyone, let alone a guy like Manson.
LADY V: Then to what would you attribute their alliance towards Manson?
MAELSTROM: Convenience. The enemy of my enemy is also my friend? Familiar with that concept? Well, it's livin' an' breathin' right here, right now as we speak. Mark my words, Flatliner an' Kraven, despite what Manson claims, despite what the current impression is, have their OWN agenda in mind..... ya can bank on that.
LADY V: Jarod Poe has tried and failed against Manson, so has Golem on numerous attempts. Yet you seem so certain that you won't fail against him. Why is that?
MAELSTROM: Ya say that as though it's supposed to mean somethin'. Jarod Poe failed for WHATEVER reason, as did Golem. Though in Golem's case, I don't view him as failin'. He should have TWO marks in the win column 'gainst Manson an' not ONE. Were it not for King Krusher's arrogance and interference, Golem would have been the GLCW Heavyweight Champion.
LADY V: Well, with all due respect to your statement Maelstrom, KK WAS the referee of record for that match.
MAELSTROM: Yes he was, UNTIL that match started an' that responsibility was passed to me. The moment that match started with me as referee, it was supposed end with ME bein' the referee as well.... NOT KK. But that's neither here nor there, K.K. is a proud man an' I'm sure he just wanted to finish what was originally set in motion. At the time of the double count by us, he bein' the commissioner had to make a decision an' he made it, an' whether I liked it or not, I respected it. King Krusher is one of the few wrestlers out there that I hold a measure of respect for..... b'sides, he's the commissioner an' has the final say.... end of story. But we seem to be strayin' a bit from the subject. As I was sayin', any win that Manson has is irrelevant an' meaningless to me. I mean, lets forget the fact that I've beaten Golem convincingly in the only meeting we've ever had.... it's still insignificant in the face of this particular match up.
LADY V: And why is that? Why is it insignificant that Manson has defeated these men and held on to his title in the process? Why doesn't that have any bearing on your upcoming match with him.
MAELSTROM: It's really quite simple, despite all these so-called accomplishments of his...... there's a small footnote there.....
LADY V: And what's that?
MAELSTROM: HE'S NEVER DONE IT 'GAINST ME!
LADY V: (gets visibly started by Maelstrom's sudden out burst) Well, umm....errr... I see. Point well taken. Um, Manson has consistently stated in various mic spots of his that you have NOT earned this title shot. Basically stating that you are not even a legitimate contender, in essence inferring that you aren't ranked high enough. Do you find his manner of thinking threatening?
MAELSTROM: Threatening? (grins faintly and shakes his head) Well, first off, I consider NOBODY a threat.... least of all someone like Manson. Secondly, his statements an' opinions are laced with the bitter taste of biase rather than educated, impartial assessments, an' therefore lose strength. Come cage time, he's gonna have to back up those words of his, and if he can't, I hope he has a healthy appetite 'cuz he'll not only be eatin' those same empty-caloried words, but also a protein-enriched ass-kickin'.
LADY V: I see. Manson has inferred on many occasions that the GLCW provides no competition for him, basically giving everyone a low rating of sorts. Would you mind giving us YOUR brief assessment of some of the talent here in the GLCW?
MAELSTROM: Not at all.
LADY V: Okay, let me toss a few names your way, starting with the GLCW Champion Michael Manson.
MAELSTROM: Manson been 'round for a while an' that's definitely a plus in the experience category. There's also no denyin' that he DOES have some legitimate measure of talent, but it's nowhere near what he claims it to be. In my opinion, he's not as good as he would like us all to believe. Hell, he's not even as good as HE thinks he is. His main talent lies in the wagging of his forked tongue. He's no pushover, I'll give him that, but he still has a ways to go before he can convince me otherwise an' I think it'll be most evident AFTER our cage match.
LADY V: I see, what about Sean Edmunds?
MAELSTROM: Hell, let's do a complete 180 here. Edmunds definitely doesn't lack for confidence either, however he's tougher and smarter than he lets on. Those same abundances of confidences are like blinders though..... sooner or later, it costs him.... much like it did against me back when we met in the WWL.
LADY V: How about Jean Rabesque?
MAELSTROM: Jean is yet another mainstay in wrestlin'. While I don't agree with his claim to be the best wrestler in the world, he's definitely a solid experienced wrestler who I feel is vastly underrated, an' at times it works to his advantage. Other times, it acts like a thorn in his side, exposure-wise that is. He's currently involved in a bitter feud 'gainst Edmunds an' I think the winner of that one will go on to bigger an' better things with the loser possibly stumblin' a bit before they get back on track. Jean an' I have been in a lot of leagues together but ironically have never faced each other in singles competition. We almost did on one occasion. It was when I was NFWA World Champion an' was scheduled to defend 'gainst him durin' the midst of a bitter contract dispute with Pres. Scott Malec. Needless to say, contract negotiations collapsed before that match took place an' I abdicated the title an' immediately left the NFWA. Sooner or later though, Jean an' I will cross paths again an' that's somethin' I'll definitely be lookin' forward to.
LADY V: Any views on Golem?
MAELSTROM: Golem is a tough customer. We faced each other only once in a singles match long ago. It was a match that ended in a very decisive manner in my favor. He really wasn't much to speak of back then, but he's definitely done somethin' 'bout that since. He's come a LONG way since that match we had..... improvin' tremendously both in skill an' in ring savvy. He's given some of the TOP names in this sport today some of their toughest, most memorable matches an' it's only a matter of time before we see him capturin' a MAJOR title somewhere.
LADY V: If things go your way against Manson, do you see Golem possibly capturing that major title against you?
MAELSTROM: No. But hey, I welcome the opportunity to be proven wrong at anytime by anyone. (grins)
LADY V: Do you have any views on The GLCW TV Champion, The Jobber?
MAELSTROM: The Jobber is kinda unique, in my opinion, he falls into the category of bein' underrated as well as bein' a bit on the overconfident, "not being as good as he thinks" category.
LADY V: That's an intriguing assessment. Could you elaborate on that?
MAELSTROM: I definitely don't think he gets the credit an' props deservin' of his talents, fact is, I think he's got more talent and pure wrestlin' ability than Manson, but at the same time, he seems to be sufferin' from a milder dose of "Mansonitis". He regards himself at a much higher level than his talent can afford him. He definitely has what it takes to be one of the premiere wrestlers of the sport, that is if his arrogance doesn't divert him prematurely from that path.
LADY V: Weren't you and The Jobber scheduled to face each other in Malec's CCW right before the promotion folded?
MAELSTROM: Yep. But he got lucky an' dodged that bullet. He may not be so lucky here in the GLCW though as I don't see THIS promotion foldin' any time soon.
LADY V: What about Jarod Poe? Any views on him?
MAELSTROM: Poe has had his problems lately with the Masked Blazer, an' I believe that has definitely taken away from his focus. I think once the distractions fade from Poe's mind, he'll be a VERY tough man to stop. The same holds true for "The Wolf" Chris McMillan. They've both stumbled some recently, but I think they both have the drive and potential to go far in this sport.
LADY V: How about the tag team champions, your old acquaintances, Flatliner and Kraven?
MAELSTROM: What can I say 'bout them that I already haven't? Those are two mean muthas that play by their own rules.... which happen to be none. They don't care 'bout winnin' which that makes them even more trecherous, more dangerous. Our paths have crossed before many times an' I'm sure they will again both as allies as well as enemies.
LADY V: I see, and where do you see yourself in all this? How would you rate yourself?
MAELSTROM: I'm right in the middle as is usually the case. As far as rating myself, I don't gauge myself in relation to best or worst. I know full well the extent of my limits and have no false illusions 'bout my talents or accomplishments. But for the record, I'll say this..... regardless of the results, ANYONE that faces me won't soon forget the experience they'll endure..... Reality has a new face here in the GLCW, an' it stares at them through MY eyes.... one match at a time.
LADY V: Well, unfortunately, we seem to be all out of time. But I'd like to thank Maelstrom for granting me this interview and lending his insights and opinions. I'm Lady V for the GLCW with heavyweight title contender, the man known simply as Maelstrom.
(The lights begin to dim as Lady V and Maelstrom continue speaking and we simply ....... FADE OUT......)
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Dear Manson
((FADEIN: Michael Manson is sitting on a desk with a mail bag next to him. He is wearing his standard outfit of a black t-shirt and jeans and is sitting indian style on the desk with his hands folded.))
MANSON: You know, Maelstrom, you have given me an idea. How often do I actually answer my mail and interact with the PEOPLE? Very rarely since the majority live in trailer parks and violently dislike me, but I digress. If there is a fan who dislikes, let me mention them by name and address in a public forum and record that in my nigh photographic memory. So, without further delay...
((Manson takes the mail bag and dumps it out. He selects a letter and pulls out a switchblade and cuts it open. He reads aloud.))
Dear Abigail,
I'm going on 60 and yet my husband still wants to have sex with me on almost a regular basis. I have never enjoyed sex and did it for the sake of the marriage. But now, I'm tired.
Is there anyway to let him gently or doe sthe marriage still depend on sex?
Sexless in Seattle
MANSON: Sexless, I know Maelstrom probably isn't that great in bed, I mean you can just tell from looking at him. I emphasize with your situation. Now normally, I'd tell you to just castrate him in his sleep or just buy him a lot of porn and tell him to take care of it himself. I have a match with this guy though and I'm locked in a cage with him. He might easily get the wrong idea in there, so for my sake, give a go once every once in awhile.
Dear Pastor,
I'm going on 20 and it sure is hard to be a former altar boy these days. I was at the airport the other day and I saw a magazine showing a woman's thigh and cleavage. I raged to the clerk who pleaded ignorance and I told him he would burn in the eternal brimstone and hellfire for that pictorial.
Still, I am troubled. I've prayed on this again and again. What else can I do? Lead by example? Please, your counsel would be appreciated.
David Bethune
MANSON: I know, I know, Maelstrom offends you. He offends me too, listening to him talk is like listening to the band Oasis, you need subtitles for everything. The best solution is just to use a blunt object and start hitting him in the throat. Then he won't be able to talk at all. Should he write or type then, we have the miracle of spell check. Thank God for that.
Dear Seventeen Magazine,
I just don't understand. Most of my female friends say I'm attractive, but none will go out with me. All the friends I play Dungeons and Dragons with tell me I'm the coolest guy there. Yet, I just can't find a girlfriend.
Back in high school, if I would have walked around with the green fur I wear now, I would have been a poon man. Now, I can walk into a bar and no one wants me to put my fingers in their mouth. What else can I?
Arthur P. Golem
MANSON: Have you considered that green fur perhaps is not the look for you? We all really want to see the "real" Golem, the real Golem inside. We all know you'd be a wonderful and engrossing person. Sure you wrote bad poetry in high school and had it published in the school paper, we can all get over that. Of course, sometimes it takes a really hard beating. Blood, torture and while I can't reccommend this for you now, after Massive Assault, we'll see how it works with Maelstrom. Maybe if I hit him in the head hard enough, he'll actually talk like a normal person. Grammar and everything.
MAGAZINE
I HATE ALL THE PEOPLE I DO MY WRESTLING WITH THEY NEVER HAVE TOMAINE WIN CEPT IN WOOG WHERE I WIN ALL CHAMPIONSHIPS BUT THEY LAUGH AT ME AND SAY I SUCK WHAT DO I DO
ROBERT HOFF
MANSON: Don't worry. After Massive Assault, we'll ship Maelstrom over to WOOG. Stand next to him all the time and people will think you're an intellectual god.
Dear Parents USA,
Recently, our 7 year old son has taken to watching that vulgar wrestling on the TV. We let him watch, but he picks up all these strange ideas from it. He doens't speak properly, he wants us to buy him green fur, and he has a wall in his room full of drawings of his classmates.
My wife and I support freedom of expression as much as anyone, but even when we forbid him, he still sneaks over to his friend's house to watch that horrible Matthew Manison worship the devil. What course of action would be best?
Concerned in Illinois
MANSON: Concerned, I suggest frequent use of a cattle prod. That will show him what's what. If I were Maelstrom's father, every time he opned his mouth I would have given him and then shocked the hell out of him. Then he could go and watch whatever he wanted on TV, because he knows that isn't worse than what daddy can do.
To whom it may concern,
I kidnapped Lady Vic and no one can prove its me..KING KRU.....wait ...wait...play it cool....play it cool....you're setting the other guy up.....NO ONE CAN STOP ME.....not in the ring..not in the parking lot....no will know that my secret identity of the MASKED BLAZER is to hide my impotency as a commissioner..no..wait..I mean father..father and boyfriend...yes that's it.
KING...No the Masked Krusher..no...wait...King Blazer....darn it...I mean Masked Blazer
MANSON: Doubtlessly, I'll be looking into this. After all, it plays up to my earlier conclusions. And you all thought I was making this up as I went along, like I was claiming to be from some island that doesn't exist or something.
GLCW MAGAZINE,
Yer goin need ta get more article son maelstrom, Ah he aint that good but he needs more money, yeah, an fans too. Ah write poetry ya know, we can print that in da magazine. Ah mean, Maelstrom can. Yeah, maybe you all can help git in that Insane Euff thing. Then..ah...ah can meet Maelstrom. Yeah.
Maelstrom Fan
MANSON: Maelstrom Fan, fear not. After Massive Assault, you can visit your hero everyday in the hospital. He'll be right next to Troy Martinez. You can even change their bedpans for them.
GLCW,
I know I'm dead, but I was a vampire before so I can still write this. Its all in my contract. Anyway, I want to know if I still get paid for being crippled and unable to move except for when my mind moves a pen.Also, I was thinking of sending my clan after that Manson guy, but I'd for legal to check up on that. Thanks.
Troy
MANSON: Troy, I'll have you know its illegal in 45 states to have your vampire lackies attack someone. However, the GLCW should be sending you some form of compensation. If not, its King Krusher's fault, so have your minions tear him apart. Btw, should I next to kill Maelstrom and he is put in the bed next to you, does that mean you can do some supernatural vampire thing and revive yourself? We're running out of guys who actually work on Riptide and God knows we can do a thousand things to maim a vampire. Its all about the ratings, man.
((Manson sighs and lets the mail bag fall over the desk.))
Well, that will wrap up this edition of the mailbag. I hope we've all learned a few things about ourselves and each other. Remember, if you want to write to me, simply send threats with a lot of cursing to King Krusher and I'll be sure to get back to each and everyone of you.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson is sitting on a desk with a mail bag next to him. He is wearing his standard outfit of a black t-shirt and jeans and is sitting indian style on the desk with his hands folded.))
MANSON: You know, Maelstrom, you have given me an idea. How often do I actually answer my mail and interact with the PEOPLE? Very rarely since the majority live in trailer parks and violently dislike me, but I digress. If there is a fan who dislikes, let me mention them by name and address in a public forum and record that in my nigh photographic memory. So, without further delay...
((Manson takes the mail bag and dumps it out. He selects a letter and pulls out a switchblade and cuts it open. He reads aloud.))
Dear Abigail,
I'm going on 60 and yet my husband still wants to have sex with me on almost a regular basis. I have never enjoyed sex and did it for the sake of the marriage. But now, I'm tired.
Is there anyway to let him gently or doe sthe marriage still depend on sex?
Sexless in Seattle
MANSON: Sexless, I know Maelstrom probably isn't that great in bed, I mean you can just tell from looking at him. I emphasize with your situation. Now normally, I'd tell you to just castrate him in his sleep or just buy him a lot of porn and tell him to take care of it himself. I have a match with this guy though and I'm locked in a cage with him. He might easily get the wrong idea in there, so for my sake, give a go once every once in awhile.
Dear Pastor,
I'm going on 20 and it sure is hard to be a former altar boy these days. I was at the airport the other day and I saw a magazine showing a woman's thigh and cleavage. I raged to the clerk who pleaded ignorance and I told him he would burn in the eternal brimstone and hellfire for that pictorial.
Still, I am troubled. I've prayed on this again and again. What else can I do? Lead by example? Please, your counsel would be appreciated.
David Bethune
MANSON: I know, I know, Maelstrom offends you. He offends me too, listening to him talk is like listening to the band Oasis, you need subtitles for everything. The best solution is just to use a blunt object and start hitting him in the throat. Then he won't be able to talk at all. Should he write or type then, we have the miracle of spell check. Thank God for that.
Dear Seventeen Magazine,
I just don't understand. Most of my female friends say I'm attractive, but none will go out with me. All the friends I play Dungeons and Dragons with tell me I'm the coolest guy there. Yet, I just can't find a girlfriend.
Back in high school, if I would have walked around with the green fur I wear now, I would have been a poon man. Now, I can walk into a bar and no one wants me to put my fingers in their mouth. What else can I?
Arthur P. Golem
MANSON: Have you considered that green fur perhaps is not the look for you? We all really want to see the "real" Golem, the real Golem inside. We all know you'd be a wonderful and engrossing person. Sure you wrote bad poetry in high school and had it published in the school paper, we can all get over that. Of course, sometimes it takes a really hard beating. Blood, torture and while I can't reccommend this for you now, after Massive Assault, we'll see how it works with Maelstrom. Maybe if I hit him in the head hard enough, he'll actually talk like a normal person. Grammar and everything.
MAGAZINE
I HATE ALL THE PEOPLE I DO MY WRESTLING WITH THEY NEVER HAVE TOMAINE WIN CEPT IN WOOG WHERE I WIN ALL CHAMPIONSHIPS BUT THEY LAUGH AT ME AND SAY I SUCK WHAT DO I DO
ROBERT HOFF
MANSON: Don't worry. After Massive Assault, we'll ship Maelstrom over to WOOG. Stand next to him all the time and people will think you're an intellectual god.
Dear Parents USA,
Recently, our 7 year old son has taken to watching that vulgar wrestling on the TV. We let him watch, but he picks up all these strange ideas from it. He doens't speak properly, he wants us to buy him green fur, and he has a wall in his room full of drawings of his classmates.
My wife and I support freedom of expression as much as anyone, but even when we forbid him, he still sneaks over to his friend's house to watch that horrible Matthew Manison worship the devil. What course of action would be best?
Concerned in Illinois
MANSON: Concerned, I suggest frequent use of a cattle prod. That will show him what's what. If I were Maelstrom's father, every time he opned his mouth I would have given him and then shocked the hell out of him. Then he could go and watch whatever he wanted on TV, because he knows that isn't worse than what daddy can do.
To whom it may concern,
I kidnapped Lady Vic and no one can prove its me..KING KRU.....wait ...wait...play it cool....play it cool....you're setting the other guy up.....NO ONE CAN STOP ME.....not in the ring..not in the parking lot....no will know that my secret identity of the MASKED BLAZER is to hide my impotency as a commissioner..no..wait..I mean father..father and boyfriend...yes that's it.
KING...No the Masked Krusher..no...wait...King Blazer....darn it...I mean Masked Blazer
MANSON: Doubtlessly, I'll be looking into this. After all, it plays up to my earlier conclusions. And you all thought I was making this up as I went along, like I was claiming to be from some island that doesn't exist or something.
GLCW MAGAZINE,
Yer goin need ta get more article son maelstrom, Ah he aint that good but he needs more money, yeah, an fans too. Ah write poetry ya know, we can print that in da magazine. Ah mean, Maelstrom can. Yeah, maybe you all can help git in that Insane Euff thing. Then..ah...ah can meet Maelstrom. Yeah.
Maelstrom Fan
MANSON: Maelstrom Fan, fear not. After Massive Assault, you can visit your hero everyday in the hospital. He'll be right next to Troy Martinez. You can even change their bedpans for them.
GLCW,
I know I'm dead, but I was a vampire before so I can still write this. Its all in my contract. Anyway, I want to know if I still get paid for being crippled and unable to move except for when my mind moves a pen.Also, I was thinking of sending my clan after that Manson guy, but I'd for legal to check up on that. Thanks.
Troy
MANSON: Troy, I'll have you know its illegal in 45 states to have your vampire lackies attack someone. However, the GLCW should be sending you some form of compensation. If not, its King Krusher's fault, so have your minions tear him apart. Btw, should I next to kill Maelstrom and he is put in the bed next to you, does that mean you can do some supernatural vampire thing and revive yourself? We're running out of guys who actually work on Riptide and God knows we can do a thousand things to maim a vampire. Its all about the ratings, man.
((Manson sighs and lets the mail bag fall over the desk.))
Well, that will wrap up this edition of the mailbag. I hope we've all learned a few things about ourselves and each other. Remember, if you want to write to me, simply send threats with a lot of cursing to King Krusher and I'll be sure to get back to each and everyone of you.
J
JLebron
Guest
Point of no return
(FADE TO..... a blank screen with the cries of seagulls intermingled with the unmistakeable sounds of waves crashing against the shoreline..... SCENE SLOWLY FADES IN..... early morning, the image of a figure leaning against a railing on a pier, staring out at the ocean. His long black mane blows listlessly about, only to once again fall limply against his broad muscular back. The creaking sound of approaching footsteps against the wet pier's board walk can be heard as a cameraman makes his way closer to the figure. It continues this way until we find ourselves staring at a rather large man, his features still obscured by the wind blowing his hair about. Whether he's aware of the cameraman's presence or not, we'll probably never know. His body doesn't waver however and he doesn't acknowlegde the intrusion...... he simply continues to stare out into the horizon, seemingly oblivious to all else. The image wavers slightly as the cameraman attempts to focus in on the figure, or maybe he's just trying to get the figure's attention somehow...... guess we'll never really know, we can only speculate at this point. At any rate, that thought is quickly washed away, much like the surf upon the sandy beach as the figure slowly turns his face our way. Just as we are about to look upon the features of his face, a breeze swoops in and tosses his black mane wildly about again. It continues to do so for a few seconds until the figure raises a hand and sweeps the hair away from his face. The GLCW logo superimposes itself above him and for that split second, the wind seems to stop, revealing the somber profile on the face of the man known simply as........)
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MAELSTROM: (mumbling to himself as he continues to stare out into the horizon) ..... there's no greater prize I tell ya, nuthin' like the feelin' of respite if only for a brief moment..... only for a brief moment.....
(falls silent and stares at nothing in particular.... he continues this way until almost as an after thought, he turns towards us and with a sullen look in his eyes, gives a faint smile then reverts back to gazing at the horizon as he resumes speaking .....)
MAELSTROM: ..... but like everythin' else, transition rears its head an' our OTHER natural state takes over. Two sides of the same coin.... opposites attractin'..... the more things change the more they stay the same...... helluva balance..... HELLUVA BALANCE!
(turns and walks past the camera's view until we only see his back, walking away from us toward the beach until he ultimately stops and sits down on the sand. The image bounces around a bit as the cameraman rushes to get in front of him, then when he finally does, Maelstrom sighs heavily and resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: ..... no Manson, I'm not rambling incoherently as yer apt to, simply reactin'.... reactin' to the NEW attitudes that seems so prevalent here in the GLCW..... reactin' to yer ramblings. (pauses) Do ya REALLY believe in that rhetoric of yers Manson?
(feigns a perplexed look as he raises an eyebrow)
MAELSTROM: Do ya REALLY think that ya encompass every waking thought in the GLCW? I gotta tell ya Manson, at the risk of soundin' magnanimous or over-confident.... YOU are NOT a concern to me, at least not to the level that you THINK you are. Ya MAY incur fear or awe in others, but I know you better than you think.... an' believe me when I tell ya, yer gonna realize that soon enough! When I go into a match, I focus on my prey 100% no matter WHO he is! No matter what stature he possesses, or THINKS he possesses. An' if outside obstacles present themselves during my hunt, well then adjustments are made on the fly. I mean, that's what it's all 'bout isn't it? 'Cuz when it comes right down to it, ya simply CAN'T prepare for the unexpected..... ya can only take it as it comes an' let yer heart an' soul lead ya.
(suddenly gets up and brushes the sand off from his rear and legs and proceeds to walk along the beach shoreline. The camera's image shakes a bit until it manages to keep pace with Maelstrom. The image shifts from Maelstrom's back to his side and finally faces him again as the cameraman finally gets in front of Maelstrom once again. Maelstrom purses his lips and shakes his head disparagingly right before he resumes.....)
MAELSTROM: Manson, do ya REALLY think that I would approach this match.... OR ANY MATCH for that matter at anything less than 100%? If you've TRULY studied me at any point in time, you'd KNOW that EVERY match is a virtual battleground for me! Whether it takes me five minutes or FIFTY minutes to beat reality into someone is totally irrevelant an' inconsequential! All that matters is the impasse to be negotiated.
(smiles briefly)
MAELSTROM: Hell, Manson.... yer 'bout to enter MY WORLD! From day ONE of my arrival to the wrestling scene, that premise has been MY drive! Yeah, sure, I've had my share of titles and memorable victories 'gainst the so-called (does the quote sign thingie with his fingers) "Legends", "Icons" an' "Superstars" of this sport, but that was nothin' more than the ends to MY means. Ya wanna refer to me as stupid an' inferior to ya? (chuckles a bit) Well, I suppose I should be insulted, but the truth of the matter is that it doesn't matter what YOU or ANYONE else thinks of me.... be it flatterin' or disparagin'! It just doesn't phase me either which way 'cuz my focus doesn't allow for self-indulgent luxuries or insecure thoughts. I know full well what I'm capable of, but even moreso, I'm aware of somethin' most aren't or for that matter refuse to recognize..... I'm aware of my limits!
(the image on the camera shakes and jerks about as the cameraman apparently attempts to evade the coming surf which drenches Maelstrom all the way up to just above the knees. Maelstrom gives the cameraman an annoyed look before he decides to continue.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya wanna test my limits Manson? I welcome it, just save all the rhetoric an' drama for someone who's naive enough to be impressed by it 'cuz I've heard it all before. Do ya really wanna push the envelope Manson? Do ya REALLY think that I'm just some slow-witted over-muslced brute, or are ya merely tryin' to incite me? Hell, by now, you yerself have seen what I do to my opponents when I'm in control.... imagine what I'd do to them if I allowed myself the luxury of becomin'.... ANGRY?!?
(winks at the camera then gives a mischievous smile....)
MAELSTROM: Manson.... what ya fail to realize is that ya pushed the envelope the moment ya crossed my path an' whether ya feel I'm worthy of the shot or not..... there'll be no time for second-thoughts, regrets or hesitation. Just the simple alarming realization that ya just entered MY world.... welcome to the point of no return......
(the image shakes violently as Maelstrom apparently shoves the cameraman out of his way and walks out of our view. Immediately we hear a yell followed by a splash and we see the view jerk suddenly and wildly about until we see only the sky with droplets of water streaming across the face of the lens. Seconds later, amidst muffled cursing, the screen goes momentarily black as a hand wipes at the cameras lens with a rag. Seconds later the camera frantically pans across the shoreline searching for Maelstrom who's nowhere to be found. All that's left are his foot prints in the sand and that too disappears as the surf moves in and washes them away..... FADE OUT.....)
(FADE TO..... a blank screen with the cries of seagulls intermingled with the unmistakeable sounds of waves crashing against the shoreline..... SCENE SLOWLY FADES IN..... early morning, the image of a figure leaning against a railing on a pier, staring out at the ocean. His long black mane blows listlessly about, only to once again fall limply against his broad muscular back. The creaking sound of approaching footsteps against the wet pier's board walk can be heard as a cameraman makes his way closer to the figure. It continues this way until we find ourselves staring at a rather large man, his features still obscured by the wind blowing his hair about. Whether he's aware of the cameraman's presence or not, we'll probably never know. His body doesn't waver however and he doesn't acknowlegde the intrusion...... he simply continues to stare out into the horizon, seemingly oblivious to all else. The image wavers slightly as the cameraman attempts to focus in on the figure, or maybe he's just trying to get the figure's attention somehow...... guess we'll never really know, we can only speculate at this point. At any rate, that thought is quickly washed away, much like the surf upon the sandy beach as the figure slowly turns his face our way. Just as we are about to look upon the features of his face, a breeze swoops in and tosses his black mane wildly about again. It continues to do so for a few seconds until the figure raises a hand and sweeps the hair away from his face. The GLCW logo superimposes itself above him and for that split second, the wind seems to stop, revealing the somber profile on the face of the man known simply as........)
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MAELSTROM: (mumbling to himself as he continues to stare out into the horizon) ..... there's no greater prize I tell ya, nuthin' like the feelin' of respite if only for a brief moment..... only for a brief moment.....
(falls silent and stares at nothing in particular.... he continues this way until almost as an after thought, he turns towards us and with a sullen look in his eyes, gives a faint smile then reverts back to gazing at the horizon as he resumes speaking .....)
MAELSTROM: ..... but like everythin' else, transition rears its head an' our OTHER natural state takes over. Two sides of the same coin.... opposites attractin'..... the more things change the more they stay the same...... helluva balance..... HELLUVA BALANCE!
(turns and walks past the camera's view until we only see his back, walking away from us toward the beach until he ultimately stops and sits down on the sand. The image bounces around a bit as the cameraman rushes to get in front of him, then when he finally does, Maelstrom sighs heavily and resumes speaking.....)
MAELSTROM: ..... no Manson, I'm not rambling incoherently as yer apt to, simply reactin'.... reactin' to the NEW attitudes that seems so prevalent here in the GLCW..... reactin' to yer ramblings. (pauses) Do ya REALLY believe in that rhetoric of yers Manson?
(feigns a perplexed look as he raises an eyebrow)
MAELSTROM: Do ya REALLY think that ya encompass every waking thought in the GLCW? I gotta tell ya Manson, at the risk of soundin' magnanimous or over-confident.... YOU are NOT a concern to me, at least not to the level that you THINK you are. Ya MAY incur fear or awe in others, but I know you better than you think.... an' believe me when I tell ya, yer gonna realize that soon enough! When I go into a match, I focus on my prey 100% no matter WHO he is! No matter what stature he possesses, or THINKS he possesses. An' if outside obstacles present themselves during my hunt, well then adjustments are made on the fly. I mean, that's what it's all 'bout isn't it? 'Cuz when it comes right down to it, ya simply CAN'T prepare for the unexpected..... ya can only take it as it comes an' let yer heart an' soul lead ya.
(suddenly gets up and brushes the sand off from his rear and legs and proceeds to walk along the beach shoreline. The camera's image shakes a bit until it manages to keep pace with Maelstrom. The image shifts from Maelstrom's back to his side and finally faces him again as the cameraman finally gets in front of Maelstrom once again. Maelstrom purses his lips and shakes his head disparagingly right before he resumes.....)
MAELSTROM: Manson, do ya REALLY think that I would approach this match.... OR ANY MATCH for that matter at anything less than 100%? If you've TRULY studied me at any point in time, you'd KNOW that EVERY match is a virtual battleground for me! Whether it takes me five minutes or FIFTY minutes to beat reality into someone is totally irrevelant an' inconsequential! All that matters is the impasse to be negotiated.
(smiles briefly)
MAELSTROM: Hell, Manson.... yer 'bout to enter MY WORLD! From day ONE of my arrival to the wrestling scene, that premise has been MY drive! Yeah, sure, I've had my share of titles and memorable victories 'gainst the so-called (does the quote sign thingie with his fingers) "Legends", "Icons" an' "Superstars" of this sport, but that was nothin' more than the ends to MY means. Ya wanna refer to me as stupid an' inferior to ya? (chuckles a bit) Well, I suppose I should be insulted, but the truth of the matter is that it doesn't matter what YOU or ANYONE else thinks of me.... be it flatterin' or disparagin'! It just doesn't phase me either which way 'cuz my focus doesn't allow for self-indulgent luxuries or insecure thoughts. I know full well what I'm capable of, but even moreso, I'm aware of somethin' most aren't or for that matter refuse to recognize..... I'm aware of my limits!
(the image on the camera shakes and jerks about as the cameraman apparently attempts to evade the coming surf which drenches Maelstrom all the way up to just above the knees. Maelstrom gives the cameraman an annoyed look before he decides to continue.....)
MAELSTROM: Ya wanna test my limits Manson? I welcome it, just save all the rhetoric an' drama for someone who's naive enough to be impressed by it 'cuz I've heard it all before. Do ya really wanna push the envelope Manson? Do ya REALLY think that I'm just some slow-witted over-muslced brute, or are ya merely tryin' to incite me? Hell, by now, you yerself have seen what I do to my opponents when I'm in control.... imagine what I'd do to them if I allowed myself the luxury of becomin'.... ANGRY?!?
(winks at the camera then gives a mischievous smile....)
MAELSTROM: Manson.... what ya fail to realize is that ya pushed the envelope the moment ya crossed my path an' whether ya feel I'm worthy of the shot or not..... there'll be no time for second-thoughts, regrets or hesitation. Just the simple alarming realization that ya just entered MY world.... welcome to the point of no return......
(the image shakes violently as Maelstrom apparently shoves the cameraman out of his way and walks out of our view. Immediately we hear a yell followed by a splash and we see the view jerk suddenly and wildly about until we see only the sky with droplets of water streaming across the face of the lens. Seconds later, amidst muffled cursing, the screen goes momentarily black as a hand wipes at the cameras lens with a rag. Seconds later the camera frantically pans across the shoreline searching for Maelstrom who's nowhere to be found. All that's left are his foot prints in the sand and that too disappears as the surf moves in and washes them away..... FADE OUT.....)
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A moment
((FADEIN: Michael Manson has dragged a lounge chair to the roof and an establishment and dug its legs into the gravel. Its night and the only light comes from the place's lights, which are aimed elsewhere. The GLCW title belt hangs off the back of the chair.))
MANSON: God, now why would I think myself superior to a person who speaks something between actual English and Ebonics? But of course I think myself superior to everyne else, and really, why shouldn't I? I'm the GLCW champion, certifiable and concrete evidence that I am in fact superior to everyone else in ths promotion. That's the whole point to the title. Hell, I go to my bank with the title belt and wear it around to let them know I'm better than them.
The only things that really concern me in the GLCW are things that have to deal with me. How everyone acts here is directly because of me, because every person here wants to be the champion. There's some guy, Savage or something, who walks around with a title belt because he thinks that somehow that will get him a title shot. I've mentioned in promos and by people I have nothing to do with at all.
And it goes deeper than that. You realize Golem has publically admitted that he could not defeat me? That I in fact humbled him just as I did I would and now he has to live with that? He has his excuses but then so could I have, but in the end I still won, despite your small-minded attempts to distract me. And now what does Golem do? He has to work for the rest of his career to earn another chance and will forever compare himself to me.
The Jobber's whole existence revolves around actually facing me, because I am the champion and because I'm the only actual challenge he would ever have. Jean Rabesque created a fantasy world where he thinks he actually won a match over me somewhere to retain his sanity in the face of unrelenting blandness.
As for you, Maelstrom, you did never earn a title shot. Not at all, like I said, they wanted you as champion from the start. Clearly they underestimated me and thought I'd get myself DQ'ed in the tournament. They even had 2 referees set against me and I won. And of course that was partially your failure and thats probably the main reason you have a title shot. Because this promotion prefers more often than not to reward failure. The multiple chances given to Poe and Golem.....King Krusher always desperately trying to prove himself as a commissioner..and you..Maelstrom..you failed as referee..and every week after fail as a compotent human being...constantly attacked by me. And your response? To try to kidnap my midget lackey, as if I would have cared even if you held over the edge of a volcano.
And the truth is, I did not cross your path in the slightest. Krusher tried to recruit you to contain me. He named you the ref, and he gave you the title shot. I never gave you a single thought before, not once, because you were never anything of any importance. You are no different from Golem, in fact, you're interchangeable judging your promos. But I don't need to actually do anything to you to prove your inferiority, because everytime you open your mouth and talk like a mentall handicapped dock worker, you prove it for me.
There was a philosopher a few centuries ago named Pascal. His idea was that if you moved at all, it inevitably would lead to suffering. To be happy, do nothing. But this fails for me, because after all, I didn't go after you, Krusher wanted to send you after me. And that's his failure because before I never even thought of you and now you are constantly attacked every week. Burned and bleeding with a bed next to Troy Martinez waiting for you. Because you should have stayed and done nothing.
Because as much as you want to boast, as much as you would like to fantasize about your own significance, this isn't me against you. You are nothing to me. This is YOU against me. This is my world. This promotion and in fact, this industry revolves around me and what I do next, with or without a title. They sing songs about me in Japan. The GLCW is merely a formality, but I took anyway. The moment I walked into this promotion, every person from talent to office said "God, its Manson we're all dead."
You think nothing I have done is significant because I never had anything? Should the powers that be actually intercede and strike me down with lightning and still somehow allow you to pin me 100 times, I would still be the most feared man in the circuit. And you, pinned and maimed by me, are just another faceless victim. There might as well be a cemetery for all of you.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson has dragged a lounge chair to the roof and an establishment and dug its legs into the gravel. Its night and the only light comes from the place's lights, which are aimed elsewhere. The GLCW title belt hangs off the back of the chair.))
MANSON: God, now why would I think myself superior to a person who speaks something between actual English and Ebonics? But of course I think myself superior to everyne else, and really, why shouldn't I? I'm the GLCW champion, certifiable and concrete evidence that I am in fact superior to everyone else in ths promotion. That's the whole point to the title. Hell, I go to my bank with the title belt and wear it around to let them know I'm better than them.
The only things that really concern me in the GLCW are things that have to deal with me. How everyone acts here is directly because of me, because every person here wants to be the champion. There's some guy, Savage or something, who walks around with a title belt because he thinks that somehow that will get him a title shot. I've mentioned in promos and by people I have nothing to do with at all.
And it goes deeper than that. You realize Golem has publically admitted that he could not defeat me? That I in fact humbled him just as I did I would and now he has to live with that? He has his excuses but then so could I have, but in the end I still won, despite your small-minded attempts to distract me. And now what does Golem do? He has to work for the rest of his career to earn another chance and will forever compare himself to me.
The Jobber's whole existence revolves around actually facing me, because I am the champion and because I'm the only actual challenge he would ever have. Jean Rabesque created a fantasy world where he thinks he actually won a match over me somewhere to retain his sanity in the face of unrelenting blandness.
As for you, Maelstrom, you did never earn a title shot. Not at all, like I said, they wanted you as champion from the start. Clearly they underestimated me and thought I'd get myself DQ'ed in the tournament. They even had 2 referees set against me and I won. And of course that was partially your failure and thats probably the main reason you have a title shot. Because this promotion prefers more often than not to reward failure. The multiple chances given to Poe and Golem.....King Krusher always desperately trying to prove himself as a commissioner..and you..Maelstrom..you failed as referee..and every week after fail as a compotent human being...constantly attacked by me. And your response? To try to kidnap my midget lackey, as if I would have cared even if you held over the edge of a volcano.
And the truth is, I did not cross your path in the slightest. Krusher tried to recruit you to contain me. He named you the ref, and he gave you the title shot. I never gave you a single thought before, not once, because you were never anything of any importance. You are no different from Golem, in fact, you're interchangeable judging your promos. But I don't need to actually do anything to you to prove your inferiority, because everytime you open your mouth and talk like a mentall handicapped dock worker, you prove it for me.
There was a philosopher a few centuries ago named Pascal. His idea was that if you moved at all, it inevitably would lead to suffering. To be happy, do nothing. But this fails for me, because after all, I didn't go after you, Krusher wanted to send you after me. And that's his failure because before I never even thought of you and now you are constantly attacked every week. Burned and bleeding with a bed next to Troy Martinez waiting for you. Because you should have stayed and done nothing.
Because as much as you want to boast, as much as you would like to fantasize about your own significance, this isn't me against you. You are nothing to me. This is YOU against me. This is my world. This promotion and in fact, this industry revolves around me and what I do next, with or without a title. They sing songs about me in Japan. The GLCW is merely a formality, but I took anyway. The moment I walked into this promotion, every person from talent to office said "God, its Manson we're all dead."
You think nothing I have done is significant because I never had anything? Should the powers that be actually intercede and strike me down with lightning and still somehow allow you to pin me 100 times, I would still be the most feared man in the circuit. And you, pinned and maimed by me, are just another faceless victim. There might as well be a cemetery for all of you.
J
JLebron
Guest
Questions Left Unanswered......
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-08-03 AT 03:19 AM (EST)](FADE IN..... to a door that's slightly ajar. The lighting is dim, but not so dim that we can't make out the shadows of movement in the background. Short moments pass until we hear the door creak open a bit more and we find ourselves staring at the face the man known to us simply as ......)
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MAELSTROM: Through all the hype.... through all the frontin'...... through all the posturin'..... it's still amazin' just how many questions are left unanswered. Must be nice to selectively choose which questions ya feel like answerin' eh Manson? For instance, ya STILL haven't answered just how exactly yer gonna explain bein' beaten by a lumberin' brute with a 12 year old's mentality, I mean in light of yer constant reminders of just how superior ya are to me an' all. Yeah, yeah, I know ya claim that yer the best 'cuz ya got the title an' you'll still be the most feared man even without the title, but that kinda contradiction invalidates even YOUR "crippled" logic Manson. An' of course we're all still breathlessly waitin' to hear ya respond to the statement of how YER victories here in GLCW have more value than mine, despite the fact that ya inferred the GLCW has no talent. If in yer view there is no talent here in the GLCW, how can yer victories be any tougher then mine? Care to explain that one? While ya may not want to entertain a response to those, inquirin' minds DO wanna know such things.
(his eyes narrow a bit as he momentarily pauses)
MAELSTROM: I do find it facinatin' however, how ya consistently choose to ignore all the important issues an' focus primarily on two topics..... my grammar an' Pandora Island. Yer absolutely OBSESSED with those two Manson! What's the matter, dontcha possess the acuity for cerebral fencing? Why are ya so FIXATED on such trivial, meaningless topics such as those? I would consider undermining as one of yer possible defenses however, you've beaten those two topics right into the ground to the point where no one is even listenin' to ya anymore. The Pandora Island issue has been PROVEN to exist long ago an' yet ya persist with it. The grammar issue, as petty and meaningless as it is, was already old even before the Pandora Island issue came 'bout. In case ya haven't already noticed.... YER BORIN' THE HELL OUTTA EVERYONE! It's time to move on already Manson.
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Hows 'bout this? What if I help ya along? In fact let me suggest to ya a few topics that even someone like ya should be able to show some semblance of intelligence for. What if ya spoke in terms that weren't laced with jealousy or ignorance? What if ya actually stopped frontin' for once?
(pauses as he mocks a look of deep thought)
MAELSTROM: On second thought, nix that idea. I don't think yer capable of anythin' 'cept maybe playin' the fool, an' ya do that so well. So where does that leave ya? I mean ya can only recycle the same rhetoric so much. Maybe Malec could hire some screen writers to help ya come up with new material 'cuz battlin' a mental block with redundancy simply doesn't work. How's this for some more unanswered questions..... Could it be that I unnerved ya so much that ya can't break that redundant cycle? Have ya perhaps realized that you've just bitten off a bit more than ya can chew? How does it feel to be losin' yer grip on that title more an' more with each passin' day? If I'm so stupid as ya say, how in the world could I be credited with givin' you the idea of doin' a fan mail segment? Must be a bi$ch when ya front so much that ya end up contradictin' yerself eh Manson? Hell, ya not only blinked but ya winced from the nerve I struck! Why else would ya go to such great lengths to repeatedly announce just how great ya are.... to such great lengths to claim how inferior everyone else..... to claim that the GLCW revolves around you with or without the title.... why would ya continually ramble on 'bout such things in nearly every one of yer mic spots if ya were secure in yer manhood? Sorry to burst yer bubble Manson, but those are the acts of a man desperately tryin' to overcompensate for his own inadequacies..... for his own insecurities! Ya claim that I could beat ya 100 times an' ya would still be the most feared man around? What kinda logic is that? I mean, if I am SO inferior to ya, an' I beat ya 100 times let alone just once.... what do ya think that makes YOU out to be?! B'sides bein' a fool that is. Face it, yer livin' in denial an' contrary to what ya may think Manson, endlessly repeatin' all yer recycled rhetoric won't magically transform it from fiction to fact.
(smirks)
MAELSTROM: Do ya really think yer the ONLY person bein' mentioned in other promos by people ya have nothin' to do with? Do ya?
(gives a very sarcastic look)
MAELSTROM: P-L-E-A-S-E! Even YOU can't be that ignorant to believe that! I've been doin' that since my rookie year some five years past an' am STILL doin' it! Fact is my name has preceded me in promos I've never even been a part of before! Hell, I've not only been spoken of but I've been dreamed of as well! That's right, they had me portrayed in some idiot's "fantasy dream" that was re-enacted a while back that actually took place ironically on Pandora Island! Now how's that for leavin' an impression eh? An' while things like that may help ya soothe yer failing ego, it means S(BLEEP)T to me! Face it Manson, ya just aren't as "unique" or "special" as ya'd like to believe. Ya think ya know all the angles? Ya think ya got everythin' figured out dontcha Manson? It's too bad that ya can't see past yer delusions of grandeur to realize what's waitin' to unfold on ya down the line. Yer bein' played even as we speak. Fact of the matter is you've been played for quite some time now, an' ya never even had a clue. But ya won't see it comin' until its too late 'cuz yer too busy tryin' to make it personal..... too busy tryin' to be witty..... too busy bein' full of yerself..... too busy tryin' to measure up.....
(sighs)
MAELSTROM: .....too busy Manson, losin' everythin' ya value..... to me......
(Maelstrom winks and steps back into the room and allows the shadows to embrace him just as we too.... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-08-03 AT 03:19 AM (EST)](FADE IN..... to a door that's slightly ajar. The lighting is dim, but not so dim that we can't make out the shadows of movement in the background. Short moments pass until we hear the door creak open a bit more and we find ourselves staring at the face the man known to us simply as ......)
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MAELSTROM: Through all the hype.... through all the frontin'...... through all the posturin'..... it's still amazin' just how many questions are left unanswered. Must be nice to selectively choose which questions ya feel like answerin' eh Manson? For instance, ya STILL haven't answered just how exactly yer gonna explain bein' beaten by a lumberin' brute with a 12 year old's mentality, I mean in light of yer constant reminders of just how superior ya are to me an' all. Yeah, yeah, I know ya claim that yer the best 'cuz ya got the title an' you'll still be the most feared man even without the title, but that kinda contradiction invalidates even YOUR "crippled" logic Manson. An' of course we're all still breathlessly waitin' to hear ya respond to the statement of how YER victories here in GLCW have more value than mine, despite the fact that ya inferred the GLCW has no talent. If in yer view there is no talent here in the GLCW, how can yer victories be any tougher then mine? Care to explain that one? While ya may not want to entertain a response to those, inquirin' minds DO wanna know such things.
(his eyes narrow a bit as he momentarily pauses)
MAELSTROM: I do find it facinatin' however, how ya consistently choose to ignore all the important issues an' focus primarily on two topics..... my grammar an' Pandora Island. Yer absolutely OBSESSED with those two Manson! What's the matter, dontcha possess the acuity for cerebral fencing? Why are ya so FIXATED on such trivial, meaningless topics such as those? I would consider undermining as one of yer possible defenses however, you've beaten those two topics right into the ground to the point where no one is even listenin' to ya anymore. The Pandora Island issue has been PROVEN to exist long ago an' yet ya persist with it. The grammar issue, as petty and meaningless as it is, was already old even before the Pandora Island issue came 'bout. In case ya haven't already noticed.... YER BORIN' THE HELL OUTTA EVERYONE! It's time to move on already Manson.
(shakes his head disparagingly)
MAELSTROM: Hows 'bout this? What if I help ya along? In fact let me suggest to ya a few topics that even someone like ya should be able to show some semblance of intelligence for. What if ya spoke in terms that weren't laced with jealousy or ignorance? What if ya actually stopped frontin' for once?
(pauses as he mocks a look of deep thought)
MAELSTROM: On second thought, nix that idea. I don't think yer capable of anythin' 'cept maybe playin' the fool, an' ya do that so well. So where does that leave ya? I mean ya can only recycle the same rhetoric so much. Maybe Malec could hire some screen writers to help ya come up with new material 'cuz battlin' a mental block with redundancy simply doesn't work. How's this for some more unanswered questions..... Could it be that I unnerved ya so much that ya can't break that redundant cycle? Have ya perhaps realized that you've just bitten off a bit more than ya can chew? How does it feel to be losin' yer grip on that title more an' more with each passin' day? If I'm so stupid as ya say, how in the world could I be credited with givin' you the idea of doin' a fan mail segment? Must be a bi$ch when ya front so much that ya end up contradictin' yerself eh Manson? Hell, ya not only blinked but ya winced from the nerve I struck! Why else would ya go to such great lengths to repeatedly announce just how great ya are.... to such great lengths to claim how inferior everyone else..... to claim that the GLCW revolves around you with or without the title.... why would ya continually ramble on 'bout such things in nearly every one of yer mic spots if ya were secure in yer manhood? Sorry to burst yer bubble Manson, but those are the acts of a man desperately tryin' to overcompensate for his own inadequacies..... for his own insecurities! Ya claim that I could beat ya 100 times an' ya would still be the most feared man around? What kinda logic is that? I mean, if I am SO inferior to ya, an' I beat ya 100 times let alone just once.... what do ya think that makes YOU out to be?! B'sides bein' a fool that is. Face it, yer livin' in denial an' contrary to what ya may think Manson, endlessly repeatin' all yer recycled rhetoric won't magically transform it from fiction to fact.
(smirks)
MAELSTROM: Do ya really think yer the ONLY person bein' mentioned in other promos by people ya have nothin' to do with? Do ya?
(gives a very sarcastic look)
MAELSTROM: P-L-E-A-S-E! Even YOU can't be that ignorant to believe that! I've been doin' that since my rookie year some five years past an' am STILL doin' it! Fact is my name has preceded me in promos I've never even been a part of before! Hell, I've not only been spoken of but I've been dreamed of as well! That's right, they had me portrayed in some idiot's "fantasy dream" that was re-enacted a while back that actually took place ironically on Pandora Island! Now how's that for leavin' an impression eh? An' while things like that may help ya soothe yer failing ego, it means S(BLEEP)T to me! Face it Manson, ya just aren't as "unique" or "special" as ya'd like to believe. Ya think ya know all the angles? Ya think ya got everythin' figured out dontcha Manson? It's too bad that ya can't see past yer delusions of grandeur to realize what's waitin' to unfold on ya down the line. Yer bein' played even as we speak. Fact of the matter is you've been played for quite some time now, an' ya never even had a clue. But ya won't see it comin' until its too late 'cuz yer too busy tryin' to make it personal..... too busy tryin' to be witty..... too busy bein' full of yerself..... too busy tryin' to measure up.....
(sighs)
MAELSTROM: .....too busy Manson, losin' everythin' ya value..... to me......
(Maelstrom winks and steps back into the room and allows the shadows to embrace him just as we too.... FADE OUT....)
Manson
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In the hope
((FADEIN: Michael Manson stands in a darkened locker room area. He has the GLCW title set up in the corner. He ha son a leather jacket biker style and black t-shirt along with black leather pants, shaking his head.))
MANSON: Your presumptions are laughable. Maelstrom, you are nothing but a fabrication. You don't have a real name, you claim to come from an island which only 3 or 4 other people have ever even heard of. I mention your grammar because its pathetic. It represents all that you all, a dull, ignorant brute. Its a question of what I'd do if I lost to you? Its a simple answer, I wake the next day because obviously it hasn't rained fire and the world hasn't ended and I do something else. I have lost before, but you still aren't important enough that should I be poisoned and shot and stabbed in the stomach and lose to you, that my whole life shatters.
You aren't important, Maelstrom. You don't like to hear this, but its true. For one thing, people are actually afraid of me, whether they admit it or not. You are little more than something to be laughed at. Tall, large, and extremely stupid. If your chin were larger and you worn a blue bodysuit you'd be the Tick. You've spent the past 5 or 7 years of your life fighting the exact same people over and over again. Am I really supposed to be impressed by that?
Am I supposed to be impressed that you claim to not even want a title? That you fight for the pathetic reason just to fight, like a blind dog rams his head into a wall repeatably just to do it? I'm hung up on your stupidity because as a human being, though I suppose not everyone would agree I am one, it offends me. There are 8 year olds who are more easily understandable.
Even should you win the title, Maelstrom, it immediately drops in value just for your taint. Not just because you never earned it, not just because you are so insignificant that you shouldn't be near it, but because you are nothing more than a stereotype.
Since you claim to be from an island, let me explain in the hope that you might actually grasp something about yourself. When everyone goes through high school, there is always at least one large, tall athlete who is so stupid he should have been killed at birth. He can't speak, he can't write, yet he gets by because he is simply a large jock and therefore has everything handed to him. This, Maelstrom, is you.
Now I was the student who always wore black and was nihilistic and never cared about anything. The one who would go on and actually make something of himself while the jock starved to death. And I did, because I'm me.
And you see, that's the problem with this match. You can go into any promotion and talk about Michael Manson, which is why the GLCW hired me despite my..tendencies. I'm feared, unpredictable, uncontrollable, and much smarter than anyone I've ever actually worked for. And these people make a deal with the devil because it earns them money. You, Maelstrom, are the jock that deserves to starve to death.
Its quite nice that you like to think of yourself as a big name or something, really, it is. And maybe to someone or somewhere you are, but you're not me. I don't even need to state that I am and if I do, its not arrogance, simply a statement of fact. The people of the GLCW, they want to be champion, sure, but they want to become champion by beating me. This entire promotion wants me to die alone and cold at night in the desert so when the sun comes up, the vultures will pick my bones.
And you really think you're the best they can send? You're supposed to represent whoever as champion? You, much like the neanderthal you resemble, should have died off a long time ago. You offend me as a human being with your obvious unintelligence, you offend as a wrestler by not actually earning a title shot, you offend me as a philosopher since you actually think you're winning a debate with me, and you offend me as a businessman by even thinking you possibly earn as much profit as I do.
And realistically, no one ever bets on the stupid guy.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson stands in a darkened locker room area. He has the GLCW title set up in the corner. He ha son a leather jacket biker style and black t-shirt along with black leather pants, shaking his head.))
MANSON: Your presumptions are laughable. Maelstrom, you are nothing but a fabrication. You don't have a real name, you claim to come from an island which only 3 or 4 other people have ever even heard of. I mention your grammar because its pathetic. It represents all that you all, a dull, ignorant brute. Its a question of what I'd do if I lost to you? Its a simple answer, I wake the next day because obviously it hasn't rained fire and the world hasn't ended and I do something else. I have lost before, but you still aren't important enough that should I be poisoned and shot and stabbed in the stomach and lose to you, that my whole life shatters.
You aren't important, Maelstrom. You don't like to hear this, but its true. For one thing, people are actually afraid of me, whether they admit it or not. You are little more than something to be laughed at. Tall, large, and extremely stupid. If your chin were larger and you worn a blue bodysuit you'd be the Tick. You've spent the past 5 or 7 years of your life fighting the exact same people over and over again. Am I really supposed to be impressed by that?
Am I supposed to be impressed that you claim to not even want a title? That you fight for the pathetic reason just to fight, like a blind dog rams his head into a wall repeatably just to do it? I'm hung up on your stupidity because as a human being, though I suppose not everyone would agree I am one, it offends me. There are 8 year olds who are more easily understandable.
Even should you win the title, Maelstrom, it immediately drops in value just for your taint. Not just because you never earned it, not just because you are so insignificant that you shouldn't be near it, but because you are nothing more than a stereotype.
Since you claim to be from an island, let me explain in the hope that you might actually grasp something about yourself. When everyone goes through high school, there is always at least one large, tall athlete who is so stupid he should have been killed at birth. He can't speak, he can't write, yet he gets by because he is simply a large jock and therefore has everything handed to him. This, Maelstrom, is you.
Now I was the student who always wore black and was nihilistic and never cared about anything. The one who would go on and actually make something of himself while the jock starved to death. And I did, because I'm me.
And you see, that's the problem with this match. You can go into any promotion and talk about Michael Manson, which is why the GLCW hired me despite my..tendencies. I'm feared, unpredictable, uncontrollable, and much smarter than anyone I've ever actually worked for. And these people make a deal with the devil because it earns them money. You, Maelstrom, are the jock that deserves to starve to death.
Its quite nice that you like to think of yourself as a big name or something, really, it is. And maybe to someone or somewhere you are, but you're not me. I don't even need to state that I am and if I do, its not arrogance, simply a statement of fact. The people of the GLCW, they want to be champion, sure, but they want to become champion by beating me. This entire promotion wants me to die alone and cold at night in the desert so when the sun comes up, the vultures will pick my bones.
And you really think you're the best they can send? You're supposed to represent whoever as champion? You, much like the neanderthal you resemble, should have died off a long time ago. You offend me as a human being with your obvious unintelligence, you offend as a wrestler by not actually earning a title shot, you offend me as a philosopher since you actually think you're winning a debate with me, and you offend me as a businessman by even thinking you possibly earn as much profit as I do.
And realistically, no one ever bets on the stupid guy.
J
JLebron
Guest
My contribution to the wrestling community......
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-10-03 AT 00:29 AM (EST)](FADE IN...... to loud banter in the middle of a long corridor that leads to the wrestler's dressing rooms. As the cameras pass by we can make out some of the GLCW personalities popping in and out of the rooms. We see someone race by us with an unusually large amount of "green" hair all over his back. He gives us a brief sadistic grin before he rushes off down the long hall, disappears into a room and slams the door behind him. Moving on, we hear someone yelling "No false gimmicks, no false hypes, I'm the best damn wrestler in the world". Further down we spy something laying in the middle of the floor, as we approach we see that it's a Pez dispenser. Moving right along, the view pans back to its original level just in time to see Lady V pass by us. She keeps looking back nervously as if she expects something to happen to her. As she passes us by, the smack of flesh on flesh and grunting noises are heard to one side and as the camera whirls to check it out, we see Flatliner bracing himself as he allows Kraven to pound away at his chest. Apparently some sort of psyching up ritual going on.... or maybe they're really just nuts. The camera proceeds onward stopping only momentarily as we see Commissioner King Krusher stride angrily by, mumbling inaudible expletives to himself. The camera's view continues onward only to stop momentarily by a room where we see GLCW President Scott Malec on the phone. He has a mask clenched in his fist and is yelling on the phone, something to the effect of, "the Masked Blazer's whereabouts". The camera continues on until it reaches the end of the hall with two doors facing each other. One door has the name Nikolai Ash on it and opposite that door we see another one with the name Maelstrom on it. It's at that moment that we realize that we're in the dressing room section of the Wendler Arena and we're about half an hour or so from the start of the GLCW's House Card in Saginaw, MI. The Maelstrom name plate on the door grows in size as the camera approaches it. We then see a fist come out from behind the camera as it raps on the door. Moments later we hear a voice yell "it's open" from inside the room. We hear the door creak slightly as it's pushed open and we find ourselves face to face with Maelstrom who is sitting on a table, back against the wall, legs dangling, his stoic glare is uncompromising as he raises an eyebrow ever so slightly just before he begins to speak......)
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MAELSTROM: It's 'bout time, I was beginnin' to think ya weren't gonna show.
V/O CAMERAMAN: I'm really sorry about that Mr. Maelstrom, but my camera was stolen by some little midget who looked a lot like you. I made the mistake of asking him if he knew where I could find your dressing room. He seemed nice enough, he even offered me some candy from a PEZ dispenser. Anyway, he ended up taking me to what turned out to be a janitor's room then when I wasn't looking he kicked me in the shin, grabbed my camera and ran away laughing. It took me forever to get a replacement camera.
MAELSTROM: Yeah, whatever, can we get on with this?! I'll be facin' Nikolai Ash a bit later on tonight so there's really not much point speakin' on him since the time for talk between us has long been over. After I give Ash a dose of MY reality, I'll be movin' on to face the "self-professed" god of wrestling, Michael Manson. So seein' hows I got a 'lil bit of time to waste before I face Ash, I may as well waste it on Manson. Ironic how the words waste and Manson just seem to flow nicely together eh? Anyhow, Manson, ya need to put yer pet on a leash before someone STEPS on him like the bug he is. Soon the time for yer pranks an' nonsense will come to an abrupt end. Yer attempts at humorin' away all the facts are nothin' more than yer defense mechanism kickin' in, tryin' to mask yer fear. Yer unstable Manson, though not in the manner you'd like us all to believe..... yer unstable 'bout yer own TRUE worth. Despite all yer bravado an' chest beatin', it doesn't quite meet yer expectations does it? Bottom line is, ya stated every possible excuse of a reason why I offend ya, 'cept the REAL reason I offend ya.... 'cuz ya don't measure up!
(smiles faintly)
MAELSTROM: It's all good though, yer not the first person to be introspectively deficient. Savage was, so was Wylde, as was Blazer as well as Minion. Yep, all bananas apparently from the same bunch. They ALL seemed to share the same type of delusional insanity that ya do..... an' they ALL shared the same rude awakening when they faced my reality. But as expected, their massively inflated ego just couldn't cope with the trauma an' they chose to repress an' rationalize..... much as I suspect ya will after we meet. Which raises the next question, ya spoke earlier before 'bout how tremendous yer GLCW contract was, well, what I'd like to know is whether there's a clause in there which provides ya with adequate insurance? No, I don't mean the type ya need for physical injuries, 'cuz we all have that. After all, no self respectin' promotion would open without providin' that. No, what I'm referrin' to is whether or not yer covered for extensive psychiatric trauma resultin' from my provin' ya to be nothin' more than a fallacy.
(nods knowingly)
MAELSTROM: Well don't sweat it Manson, if yer not covered for such things, I'll flip for the bill. I mean it's the least I can do considerin' I'll soon be the cause for all yer upcomin' misery an' depression. Ya see Manson, as I stated before, I don't hate ya.... but pity, well now that's another story. I understand yer plight a lot more than ya do. An' it's that same understandin' that allows a person like me to tolerate someone like you. But even that has its limits as well, which is why funds for psychiatric help and pity are the only things I can extend yer way Manson..... well, that's not entirely true considerin' what else I'll be extendin' to ya at Massive Assault.
(winks and grins sadistically then cocks an ear as he hears the beginning intros for his match against Nikolai Ash suddenly break over the PA system)
MAELSTROM: Well, it seems as if I'll have to leave ya with those thoughts to mull over Manson. If yer really serious 'bout gettin' that much-needed psyche help, just let me or President Malec know an' I'll arrange it for ya.
(Maelstrom gives an animated wink and starts laughing as he gets up and heads out of the room and to the corridor. The cameraman follows suit and stays right behind Maelstrom who's already making his way down the hall and toward the ring. He stops momentarily in front of a door with Manson's name plate on it. He puts a finger to his lips as if "shushing" the cameraman, then motions for him to come over. The view suddenly focuses on the Manson name plate on the door as the cameraman puts the camera as close to it as possible so the mic could pick up the sounds coming from the other side of the door. Immediately we begin to hear the sounds of two voices.....)
VOICE 1: Wait! Dammit wait you little Pandorian troll! Let me get these nylons and garter belt on before you start rolling.
VOICE 2: (responds with low gutteral growls)
VOICE 1: Okay... WHO STOLE MY BELT!? Where's my title, I know it's here somewhere! Where the hell is Golem? He must ha----- oh wait a minute... there it is. Put that camera down and help me put that belt on, it's heavy and bulky and I don't want it tearing a run on my stockings. Okay, I'm ready.... now turn that camera on and start filming you little troll!
(the camera's view focuses away from the Manson name plate and is immediately replaced by Maelstrom's face which is sporting a very amused look)
MAELSTROM: Man, it looks as if I'm gonna have to dig MUCH DEEPER into my wallet than I imagined for those psyche sessions of yers Manson. What the hell, it's only money an' if it'll help cure ya of yer delusions of grandeur, redundancy an' annoyin' 'lil habit of recyclin' trash, well then it'll all be worth it. Consider it MY contribution to the wrestlin' community. Cuz' as they say, a mind is terrible thing to waste..... even one as delusional as yers Manson......
(without saying another word Maelstrom turns and heads towards the opening down the hall. Just as he makes the turn and steps out of view we hear a crunch by his feet. The camera quickly zooms in to show that it's a Pez dispenser that Maelstrom had just stepped on and crushed..... offering us a possible symbolic glimpse of things to come...... FADE OUT......)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-10-03 AT 00:29 AM (EST)](FADE IN...... to loud banter in the middle of a long corridor that leads to the wrestler's dressing rooms. As the cameras pass by we can make out some of the GLCW personalities popping in and out of the rooms. We see someone race by us with an unusually large amount of "green" hair all over his back. He gives us a brief sadistic grin before he rushes off down the long hall, disappears into a room and slams the door behind him. Moving on, we hear someone yelling "No false gimmicks, no false hypes, I'm the best damn wrestler in the world". Further down we spy something laying in the middle of the floor, as we approach we see that it's a Pez dispenser. Moving right along, the view pans back to its original level just in time to see Lady V pass by us. She keeps looking back nervously as if she expects something to happen to her. As she passes us by, the smack of flesh on flesh and grunting noises are heard to one side and as the camera whirls to check it out, we see Flatliner bracing himself as he allows Kraven to pound away at his chest. Apparently some sort of psyching up ritual going on.... or maybe they're really just nuts. The camera proceeds onward stopping only momentarily as we see Commissioner King Krusher stride angrily by, mumbling inaudible expletives to himself. The camera's view continues onward only to stop momentarily by a room where we see GLCW President Scott Malec on the phone. He has a mask clenched in his fist and is yelling on the phone, something to the effect of, "the Masked Blazer's whereabouts". The camera continues on until it reaches the end of the hall with two doors facing each other. One door has the name Nikolai Ash on it and opposite that door we see another one with the name Maelstrom on it. It's at that moment that we realize that we're in the dressing room section of the Wendler Arena and we're about half an hour or so from the start of the GLCW's House Card in Saginaw, MI. The Maelstrom name plate on the door grows in size as the camera approaches it. We then see a fist come out from behind the camera as it raps on the door. Moments later we hear a voice yell "it's open" from inside the room. We hear the door creak slightly as it's pushed open and we find ourselves face to face with Maelstrom who is sitting on a table, back against the wall, legs dangling, his stoic glare is uncompromising as he raises an eyebrow ever so slightly just before he begins to speak......)
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MAELSTROM: It's 'bout time, I was beginnin' to think ya weren't gonna show.
V/O CAMERAMAN: I'm really sorry about that Mr. Maelstrom, but my camera was stolen by some little midget who looked a lot like you. I made the mistake of asking him if he knew where I could find your dressing room. He seemed nice enough, he even offered me some candy from a PEZ dispenser. Anyway, he ended up taking me to what turned out to be a janitor's room then when I wasn't looking he kicked me in the shin, grabbed my camera and ran away laughing. It took me forever to get a replacement camera.
MAELSTROM: Yeah, whatever, can we get on with this?! I'll be facin' Nikolai Ash a bit later on tonight so there's really not much point speakin' on him since the time for talk between us has long been over. After I give Ash a dose of MY reality, I'll be movin' on to face the "self-professed" god of wrestling, Michael Manson. So seein' hows I got a 'lil bit of time to waste before I face Ash, I may as well waste it on Manson. Ironic how the words waste and Manson just seem to flow nicely together eh? Anyhow, Manson, ya need to put yer pet on a leash before someone STEPS on him like the bug he is. Soon the time for yer pranks an' nonsense will come to an abrupt end. Yer attempts at humorin' away all the facts are nothin' more than yer defense mechanism kickin' in, tryin' to mask yer fear. Yer unstable Manson, though not in the manner you'd like us all to believe..... yer unstable 'bout yer own TRUE worth. Despite all yer bravado an' chest beatin', it doesn't quite meet yer expectations does it? Bottom line is, ya stated every possible excuse of a reason why I offend ya, 'cept the REAL reason I offend ya.... 'cuz ya don't measure up!
(smiles faintly)
MAELSTROM: It's all good though, yer not the first person to be introspectively deficient. Savage was, so was Wylde, as was Blazer as well as Minion. Yep, all bananas apparently from the same bunch. They ALL seemed to share the same type of delusional insanity that ya do..... an' they ALL shared the same rude awakening when they faced my reality. But as expected, their massively inflated ego just couldn't cope with the trauma an' they chose to repress an' rationalize..... much as I suspect ya will after we meet. Which raises the next question, ya spoke earlier before 'bout how tremendous yer GLCW contract was, well, what I'd like to know is whether there's a clause in there which provides ya with adequate insurance? No, I don't mean the type ya need for physical injuries, 'cuz we all have that. After all, no self respectin' promotion would open without providin' that. No, what I'm referrin' to is whether or not yer covered for extensive psychiatric trauma resultin' from my provin' ya to be nothin' more than a fallacy.
(nods knowingly)
MAELSTROM: Well don't sweat it Manson, if yer not covered for such things, I'll flip for the bill. I mean it's the least I can do considerin' I'll soon be the cause for all yer upcomin' misery an' depression. Ya see Manson, as I stated before, I don't hate ya.... but pity, well now that's another story. I understand yer plight a lot more than ya do. An' it's that same understandin' that allows a person like me to tolerate someone like you. But even that has its limits as well, which is why funds for psychiatric help and pity are the only things I can extend yer way Manson..... well, that's not entirely true considerin' what else I'll be extendin' to ya at Massive Assault.
(winks and grins sadistically then cocks an ear as he hears the beginning intros for his match against Nikolai Ash suddenly break over the PA system)
MAELSTROM: Well, it seems as if I'll have to leave ya with those thoughts to mull over Manson. If yer really serious 'bout gettin' that much-needed psyche help, just let me or President Malec know an' I'll arrange it for ya.
(Maelstrom gives an animated wink and starts laughing as he gets up and heads out of the room and to the corridor. The cameraman follows suit and stays right behind Maelstrom who's already making his way down the hall and toward the ring. He stops momentarily in front of a door with Manson's name plate on it. He puts a finger to his lips as if "shushing" the cameraman, then motions for him to come over. The view suddenly focuses on the Manson name plate on the door as the cameraman puts the camera as close to it as possible so the mic could pick up the sounds coming from the other side of the door. Immediately we begin to hear the sounds of two voices.....)
VOICE 1: Wait! Dammit wait you little Pandorian troll! Let me get these nylons and garter belt on before you start rolling.
VOICE 2: (responds with low gutteral growls)
VOICE 1: Okay... WHO STOLE MY BELT!? Where's my title, I know it's here somewhere! Where the hell is Golem? He must ha----- oh wait a minute... there it is. Put that camera down and help me put that belt on, it's heavy and bulky and I don't want it tearing a run on my stockings. Okay, I'm ready.... now turn that camera on and start filming you little troll!
(the camera's view focuses away from the Manson name plate and is immediately replaced by Maelstrom's face which is sporting a very amused look)
MAELSTROM: Man, it looks as if I'm gonna have to dig MUCH DEEPER into my wallet than I imagined for those psyche sessions of yers Manson. What the hell, it's only money an' if it'll help cure ya of yer delusions of grandeur, redundancy an' annoyin' 'lil habit of recyclin' trash, well then it'll all be worth it. Consider it MY contribution to the wrestlin' community. Cuz' as they say, a mind is terrible thing to waste..... even one as delusional as yers Manson......
(without saying another word Maelstrom turns and heads towards the opening down the hall. Just as he makes the turn and steps out of view we hear a crunch by his feet. The camera quickly zooms in to show that it's a Pez dispenser that Maelstrom had just stepped on and crushed..... offering us a possible symbolic glimpse of things to come...... FADE OUT......)
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Pandorian reality.....
(FADE IN.... to an empty arena where we see, standing right in front of a ring enclosed within a cage, the GLCW's own Tony Ross along with his guest Maelstrom.....)
TONY ROSS: Hello everyone, I'm Tony Ross here with GLCW Heavyweight Contender, Maelstrom. We're nearing the twelfth hour of the GLCW's PPV Massive Assault, which will of course main event heavyweight champion Michael Manson against the challenger Maelstrom in an enclosed steel cage. In fact, that match will take place in this very arena, inside that very ring, enclosed in that very cage behind me. Maelstrom, this match has been hyped up for weeks. Do you feel that the match itself will reflect that hype?
(camera immediately zooms in on the stoic expression of Maelstrom)
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MAELSTROM: No.
(Tony nods his head, waiting for Maelstrom to elaborate on his answer until it becomes apparent to him that he will not be doing so......)
TONY ROSS: No? Um, are you suggesting that this match will be more hype than anything after all is said and done?
(his expression doesn't waver as he responds again)
MAELSTROM: No, yer suggestin' that.
TONY ROSS: I'm a little confused, what exactly are you suggesting then?
MAELSTROM: This match between Manson an' myself won't live up to all the hype 'cuz it's gonna surpass it. Ya see Manson's very existence IS hype. This isn't just another match for Manson. This is 'bout his reputation.... it's 'bout his credibility. He's made some really outrageous claims an' in the process has backed himself into a corner.
TONY ROSS: How do you mean?
MAELSTROM: Here's a for instance.... in HIS view, I'm nothin' more than a lumberin' brute with a 12 year old's mentality, who comes from a fictitious island called Pandora Island, who's not worthy of a title shot an' whose accomplishments don't compare to his own. Now, if he walks away victorious, then he's golden, he reinforces the potency of his boasts. However, he if he's not victorious, his credibility becomes suspect an' his reputation falters an' becomes tainted, afterall, how could he possibly lose to someone he claims is so inferior to himself? Comprende?
TONY ROSS: Um yes, I compre----, um, I understand. Well, it'll only be the first meeting between you two, he could always claim it to be a fluke. A chance victory.
MAELSTROM: Actually, I fully expect him to rationalize it that way. The ONLY thing that Manson's proven throughout all his mic spots is that he's an insecure ego maniac who has a ready made excuse for everythin' that doesn't go his way. If he can't understand or debate it, he ridicules it. If he can't prove his point, he avoids it. He doesn't have the ability to deal or cope with his short-comings let alone his failures.
TONY ROSS: What if things DO go his way. Are YOU prepared to deal with the same?
MAELSTROM: I don't believe in "preparing" for such things, that carries the stench of doubt. Nor do I believe in preparin' for victory 'cuz that leads to illusions an' ultimately distractions. LIke I said a while back, I'm TOTALLY FOCUSED on Manson.... I'm relentless in my pursuits an' there's nothin' Manson can do 'bout that.
TONY ROSS: That's a pretty confident view to take, some would even consider it a bit brash bordering on arrogant.
MAELSTROM: I really don't care how people view it. I learned long ago that no matter what ya do, ya can't please everyone. So I don't seek anyone's approval 'cept my own.
TONY ROSS: I'm surprised you would make such harsh statements considering your immense fan base.
MAELSTROM: If fans want to cheer me that's their business. If they want to curse me, that's also their business. It's of no concern to me, it's only a means leading to distractions that I simply can't afford an' won't allow.
TONY ROSS: In the event that you do capture the title from Manson.... you'll be the most hunted man in one of the fastest growing leagues on the circuit. You'll have the most sought after prize in the GLCW. What then?
(gives a cruel grin)
MAELSTROM: Then I take on all the glory-seekers who fancy the glitter of gold..... all the rookies who want to make a name for themselves..... all the vets who think they have what it takes to endure my brand of reality..... all the posers.....
(pauses as he glares stoically)
MAELSTROM: The line in the sand will be drawn, the one that pushes the envelope aside an' truly tests their limits.... I'll be there waitin', the prey eagerly awaitin' the hunt!
TONY ROSS: Is there anyone in particular you welcome giving a shot to?
MAELSTROM: Makes me no difference. I thrive on livin' on the edge an' if it were up to me, ALL my matches would be title defenses with a no DQ clause, but that's up to the GLCW. Ya see, unlike Manson, I don't hide behind terms like "not earning a title shot", or gettin' myself DQ'd in order to hang on to a strap. His value for gold is ego-related. The ONLY value I have for gold stems from a concept that would doubtless be lost on someone like Manson, it has absolutely nothing to do with vanity.
TONY ROSS: And what value does it hold for you?
MAELSTROM: To satisfy a feral desire...... to lure the TOUGHEST SOB'S to me!
TONY ROSS: Well, that's certainly a good way of accomplishing that goal, particularly with the GLCW's current roster. A virtual who's who in the wrestling industry, names like Golem, Jobber, Edmunds, Lawler and Rabesque as well as up and coming rookies such as Poe, Castillo, Morgan and more notably to you Maelstrom, Nikolai Ash, wouldn't you agree?
MAELSTROM: Indeed.
TONY ROSS: Last night in Saginaw, MI, Michael Manson interfered in your match against Nikolai Ash, possibly costing you a win, but most definitely being directly responsible for your first loss here in the GLCW, not to mention a very rare loss altogether. Fact of the matter is, he's been making it a habit of interfering in nearly all your matches. Do you expect any similar surprises on his behalf at Massive Assault?
MAELSTROM: Well first off, I won't cheapen Nikolai's win over me with excuses 'bout Manson's interference being a factor. Despite the fact that Nikolai's win will have an asterisk along side it, I'll give Nikolai his props. He proved to be a worthy opponent an' I'll be lookin' forward to meetin' up against him again. As for Manson's constant interferences, I find it pretty ironic how he "claims" I mean nothin' to him, that I'm not a threat yet he constantly sees the need to attack me every chance he gets. Pretty hypocritical if ya ask me. He thinks that by constantly interfering he'll either hurt me or diminish my focus but it'll take a LOT more than he's capable of to attain that. If he has any surprises for me at Massive Assault, then so be it. I'll deal with it as best I can.
TONY ROSS: You recently made a few comments about paying for Manson's psychiatric workup if the need were there. Was that a shot or an offer made in earnest?
MAELSTROM: That comment was made without malice. I seriously believe that Manson has issues he needs to address in a "professional" manner. An' who knows what additional damage he'll suffer after our cage match eh? Who knows just what other fallacies of his will be exposed?
TONY ROSS: Michael Manson has never been the type of man to be short on words, yet he's been all of a sudden playing it very low-keyed for the past three days... fact is, he hasn't even been keeping his appointments with the GLCW camera crew. What if anything do you make of this?
MAELSTROM: Maybe he's been unnerved.... maybe he ran out of rhetoric to bore us with. Or maybe he realized the futility of his pretense. Who knows, an' more importantly who cares! Massive Assault is almost upon us an' that's somethin' he not only has to contend with, but learn to live with after its all said an' done.
TONY ROSS: One last question, do you have any predictions for your upcoming cage match?
(grins as he responds with just two words)
MAELSTROM: Pandorian reality.....
TONY ROSS: There you have it, and we won't have long to wait as Massive Assault will soon be upon us. This is definitely one PPV you won't want to miss. For GLCW, this is Tony Ross with heavyweight title contender Maelstrom, reporting to you live from the Van Andle Arena, only moments away from what could be one of the most memorable matches in the GLCW's history.
(Tony and Maelstrom briefly exchange a few inaudible words before they split up and walk out of our view, leaving us to gaze upon the ominous looking steel cage that'll soon change the fortunes of two very extraordinary men..... FADE OUT....)
(FADE IN.... to an empty arena where we see, standing right in front of a ring enclosed within a cage, the GLCW's own Tony Ross along with his guest Maelstrom.....)
TONY ROSS: Hello everyone, I'm Tony Ross here with GLCW Heavyweight Contender, Maelstrom. We're nearing the twelfth hour of the GLCW's PPV Massive Assault, which will of course main event heavyweight champion Michael Manson against the challenger Maelstrom in an enclosed steel cage. In fact, that match will take place in this very arena, inside that very ring, enclosed in that very cage behind me. Maelstrom, this match has been hyped up for weeks. Do you feel that the match itself will reflect that hype?
(camera immediately zooms in on the stoic expression of Maelstrom)
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MAELSTROM: No.
(Tony nods his head, waiting for Maelstrom to elaborate on his answer until it becomes apparent to him that he will not be doing so......)
TONY ROSS: No? Um, are you suggesting that this match will be more hype than anything after all is said and done?
(his expression doesn't waver as he responds again)
MAELSTROM: No, yer suggestin' that.
TONY ROSS: I'm a little confused, what exactly are you suggesting then?
MAELSTROM: This match between Manson an' myself won't live up to all the hype 'cuz it's gonna surpass it. Ya see Manson's very existence IS hype. This isn't just another match for Manson. This is 'bout his reputation.... it's 'bout his credibility. He's made some really outrageous claims an' in the process has backed himself into a corner.
TONY ROSS: How do you mean?
MAELSTROM: Here's a for instance.... in HIS view, I'm nothin' more than a lumberin' brute with a 12 year old's mentality, who comes from a fictitious island called Pandora Island, who's not worthy of a title shot an' whose accomplishments don't compare to his own. Now, if he walks away victorious, then he's golden, he reinforces the potency of his boasts. However, he if he's not victorious, his credibility becomes suspect an' his reputation falters an' becomes tainted, afterall, how could he possibly lose to someone he claims is so inferior to himself? Comprende?
TONY ROSS: Um yes, I compre----, um, I understand. Well, it'll only be the first meeting between you two, he could always claim it to be a fluke. A chance victory.
MAELSTROM: Actually, I fully expect him to rationalize it that way. The ONLY thing that Manson's proven throughout all his mic spots is that he's an insecure ego maniac who has a ready made excuse for everythin' that doesn't go his way. If he can't understand or debate it, he ridicules it. If he can't prove his point, he avoids it. He doesn't have the ability to deal or cope with his short-comings let alone his failures.
TONY ROSS: What if things DO go his way. Are YOU prepared to deal with the same?
MAELSTROM: I don't believe in "preparing" for such things, that carries the stench of doubt. Nor do I believe in preparin' for victory 'cuz that leads to illusions an' ultimately distractions. LIke I said a while back, I'm TOTALLY FOCUSED on Manson.... I'm relentless in my pursuits an' there's nothin' Manson can do 'bout that.
TONY ROSS: That's a pretty confident view to take, some would even consider it a bit brash bordering on arrogant.
MAELSTROM: I really don't care how people view it. I learned long ago that no matter what ya do, ya can't please everyone. So I don't seek anyone's approval 'cept my own.
TONY ROSS: I'm surprised you would make such harsh statements considering your immense fan base.
MAELSTROM: If fans want to cheer me that's their business. If they want to curse me, that's also their business. It's of no concern to me, it's only a means leading to distractions that I simply can't afford an' won't allow.
TONY ROSS: In the event that you do capture the title from Manson.... you'll be the most hunted man in one of the fastest growing leagues on the circuit. You'll have the most sought after prize in the GLCW. What then?
(gives a cruel grin)
MAELSTROM: Then I take on all the glory-seekers who fancy the glitter of gold..... all the rookies who want to make a name for themselves..... all the vets who think they have what it takes to endure my brand of reality..... all the posers.....
(pauses as he glares stoically)
MAELSTROM: The line in the sand will be drawn, the one that pushes the envelope aside an' truly tests their limits.... I'll be there waitin', the prey eagerly awaitin' the hunt!
TONY ROSS: Is there anyone in particular you welcome giving a shot to?
MAELSTROM: Makes me no difference. I thrive on livin' on the edge an' if it were up to me, ALL my matches would be title defenses with a no DQ clause, but that's up to the GLCW. Ya see, unlike Manson, I don't hide behind terms like "not earning a title shot", or gettin' myself DQ'd in order to hang on to a strap. His value for gold is ego-related. The ONLY value I have for gold stems from a concept that would doubtless be lost on someone like Manson, it has absolutely nothing to do with vanity.
TONY ROSS: And what value does it hold for you?
MAELSTROM: To satisfy a feral desire...... to lure the TOUGHEST SOB'S to me!
TONY ROSS: Well, that's certainly a good way of accomplishing that goal, particularly with the GLCW's current roster. A virtual who's who in the wrestling industry, names like Golem, Jobber, Edmunds, Lawler and Rabesque as well as up and coming rookies such as Poe, Castillo, Morgan and more notably to you Maelstrom, Nikolai Ash, wouldn't you agree?
MAELSTROM: Indeed.
TONY ROSS: Last night in Saginaw, MI, Michael Manson interfered in your match against Nikolai Ash, possibly costing you a win, but most definitely being directly responsible for your first loss here in the GLCW, not to mention a very rare loss altogether. Fact of the matter is, he's been making it a habit of interfering in nearly all your matches. Do you expect any similar surprises on his behalf at Massive Assault?
MAELSTROM: Well first off, I won't cheapen Nikolai's win over me with excuses 'bout Manson's interference being a factor. Despite the fact that Nikolai's win will have an asterisk along side it, I'll give Nikolai his props. He proved to be a worthy opponent an' I'll be lookin' forward to meetin' up against him again. As for Manson's constant interferences, I find it pretty ironic how he "claims" I mean nothin' to him, that I'm not a threat yet he constantly sees the need to attack me every chance he gets. Pretty hypocritical if ya ask me. He thinks that by constantly interfering he'll either hurt me or diminish my focus but it'll take a LOT more than he's capable of to attain that. If he has any surprises for me at Massive Assault, then so be it. I'll deal with it as best I can.
TONY ROSS: You recently made a few comments about paying for Manson's psychiatric workup if the need were there. Was that a shot or an offer made in earnest?
MAELSTROM: That comment was made without malice. I seriously believe that Manson has issues he needs to address in a "professional" manner. An' who knows what additional damage he'll suffer after our cage match eh? Who knows just what other fallacies of his will be exposed?
TONY ROSS: Michael Manson has never been the type of man to be short on words, yet he's been all of a sudden playing it very low-keyed for the past three days... fact is, he hasn't even been keeping his appointments with the GLCW camera crew. What if anything do you make of this?
MAELSTROM: Maybe he's been unnerved.... maybe he ran out of rhetoric to bore us with. Or maybe he realized the futility of his pretense. Who knows, an' more importantly who cares! Massive Assault is almost upon us an' that's somethin' he not only has to contend with, but learn to live with after its all said an' done.
TONY ROSS: One last question, do you have any predictions for your upcoming cage match?
(grins as he responds with just two words)
MAELSTROM: Pandorian reality.....
TONY ROSS: There you have it, and we won't have long to wait as Massive Assault will soon be upon us. This is definitely one PPV you won't want to miss. For GLCW, this is Tony Ross with heavyweight title contender Maelstrom, reporting to you live from the Van Andle Arena, only moments away from what could be one of the most memorable matches in the GLCW's history.
(Tony and Maelstrom briefly exchange a few inaudible words before they split up and walk out of our view, leaving us to gaze upon the ominous looking steel cage that'll soon change the fortunes of two very extraordinary men..... FADE OUT....)