(FADE IN: The setting is dusk somewhere in Cleveland, Ohio. Troy Martinez and Karen Jewello are riding through the streets in Martinez's black Dodge Viper. CUE UP: "Dreaming Neon Black" by Nevermore as the Viper pulls up to an airport. The Viper manuevers through the airport traffic to find the area where cars are designated as cargo. Martinez and Jewello roll-up the windows and get out of the car. Martinez takes extra care to make sure that all of the doors, the hood and the trunk are securely locked.)
KAREN JEWELLO: So, are you ready to embark on our new endeavor?
TROY MARTINEZ: About as ready as I'll ever be.
KAREN JEWELLO: Are you feeling guilty about leaving the Tri-State Terrors behind?
TROY MARTINEZ: A little bit. I know they can manage things here though without me. I've really run my course here and it's time to start over....fresh.
(CUT TO: A clip of a 747 taking flight into the nighttime sky. CUT TO: A dressing room 48 hours later. Troy Martinez is sitting in a chair with his feet up on the counter. Karen Jewello walks in.)
KAREN JEWELLO: Hey Troy, listen, I've negotiated a great deal for you and I get the feeling that you are really going to like it here. I just got off the phone with Scott Malec and he not only signed us to a lucrative deal but he has entered you in the Heavyweight Title Tournament.
TROY MARTINEZ: Really? That's great!!
KAREN JEWELLO: ...And you know what? It's taking place at the famed Cobo Hall in Detroit!!
TROY MARTINEZ: Wow!! I remember when the greatest band in the history of music, KISS performed their....that place is real special.
KAREN JEWELLO: ...And if that isn't enough...you're in the Main Event.
TROY MARTINEZ: I'm in the Main Event?? I've haven't Main Evented by myself in my entire career. I've only Main Evented with Joe Massacre when we were Killer Instinct. This is going to be great. So, who's my opponent in the first round??
KAREN JEWELLO:(talks under her breath) Golem...
TROY MARTINEZ: Who????
KAREN JEWELLO:(speaks a little louder) Golem...
(Martinez suddenly looks a bit more serious.)
TROY MARTINEZ: Golem?? Golem???? Are you SERIOUS???
KAREN JEWELLO: I'm afraid so!
TROY MARTINEZ: Aww, this is great. Here I'm thinking that the GLCW is going to be outstanding and now they are sticking me in the ring with some big furry thing with this huge claw!!
KAREN JEWELLO: Well, you can take him...
TROY MARTINEZ: Of course I can....it isn't going to be easy though...he's a beast!!! We're going to have to devise a good plan.
KAREN JEWELLO: Come up with something brilliant, don't worry. It's not like it's going to be that difficult to outsmart him.
TROY MARTINEZ: Right, he isn't the sharpest knife in the draw, but he is pretty tough....I have to give him his due.
KAREN JEWELLO: Yep, you have your work cut out for you. If anyone can calm the beast, I know you can.
TROY MARTINEZ: Right. Speaking of calming the beast, this beast is getting hungry...hope about we go for a walk and find something to eat...
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jul-21-02 AT 01:15 AM (EDT)](Cue Up: "Heresy" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into a dark room, lit by a dangling, dim chandelier. Under it, his shadow dancing around the room, is the man they call Golem. The pitter-patter of rain outside is Golem's background singer.)
Golem: And so it begins. I ride the lightning and find myself in the GLCW. And I seem to be following another WWL compatriot, Troy Martinez. Difference is, it would seem that Troy has quit the WWL, meanwhile I am the current WWL TV champion. And if I truly wanted, I could take that title with me to the GLCW..but fact of the matter is, it's alot of weight for such a worthless scrap of tin. Same with the GLCW Heavyweight title, really. The only reason I want that belt is because, while belts don't earn you respect, they garner Golem the matches that he deserves so that he can decimate the competition and earn his respect the way he always has. And so, the Age of Golem and the era of ruination has set in on the GLCW. And with the rain that breaks on the window, so shall blood spill as fast as water and as thick as wine. For it is in the heart of the wolf that the bloodlust boils. And now, the envenomed leech is loose and looking for a surrogate father, whose wails of agony shall sing the entrance praises of the one they call Golem. (Golem brings his thumbs inside his fists and cracks them) Troy Martinez..."The Eradicator". You wish to be a main-eventer? You want your due respect? You're through riding the coattails of scar-ridden ingrates like Massacre? Well, you picked a very poor time to get a glowing self-image, my friend. Because Golem as well has something to prove. People forget Golem, people overlook Golem. And the time has come for such people to be fell at the hands of the Clawed One. Frankly, you could've taken the entire Tri-State Terrors with you if had wanted. Because nothing shall come between Golem and his holy grail. His cup shall runeth over with the stolen dreams and resculpted minds of his fallen adversaries. Sound like riddle and rhyme, Martinez? Well, perhaps it may seem that way to you now, but perhaps in the euphoria of the Claw, when all that you held as comprehensive thought flutters out of your blood-soaked mouth, maybe the truth shall be written in time for you. I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer, eh Troy? Well, when the time comes for us to make our journey into Detroit for our first GLCW experience, I believe you will have an unforunate lesson in how well this knife can cut. For as metal bends unto the hammer, so shall your body fold unto my iron will. If a mental chess game is how you want to play me, then so be it. Because I will tear away your pretenses, all that you thought of me shall be rewritten. I am a good deal smarter than I am handsome, friend. But hey, if you want to tell yourself that you're brainwork is your best weapon, go right ahead. For Golem stands ready to absorb all plans of attack and strike with unmitigated power and the sheer brilliance of it shall leave you gasping for breath. For Golem has entered, and the only sanctuary is to leave.
(Golem slowly begins cracking the top knuckle of all of his fingers as the camera pans out. As his hand runs over his Claw, the camera fades to black.)
(FADE IN: "The Eradicator" Troy Martinez is standing in front of a GLCW backdrop which has "First Wave" written on it in big letters. CUE UP: "Back to the Primitive" by Soulfly.)
TROY MARTINEZ: Golem, do you desire a bloodbath? Do you want to go toe-to-toe with me and spill both of our blood where the man who wins ends up being the one with the most blood left in them? What do you know of the bloodlust in the hearts of the lupine?? Do they speak to you? Are they your kin? What would we find if we peeled away all the fur and this dreaded claw? Would we find the true nature of the beast or would we find a poor defeated man....all dressed up for Halloween and no houses to trick-or-treat at?
(Martinez folds his arms across his chest.)
TROY MARTINEZ: Golem, you've come into this thinking that this is all your yours. I have heard the rumblings and they all say that Golem is anticipating a cakewalk. Now there is a thing or two you have got to realize about longevity. People like me don't just stick around for kicks and people don't just hire us on whims. I don't need to feed off of Joe Massacre or Hellion. I haven't needed to in quite some time. Although, maybe you've been too concerned with gaining your own respect to realize it. Titles won't bring you respect, at times even winning won't bring you respect.
(Martinez shakes his head.)
TROY MARTINEZ: I know, I've been there. I think I even know what you want. When some people say the name "Maelstrom" there is a certain glimmer in there eyes. When his opponents hear his name their blood runs cold.
(Martinez pauses and stares into the camera.)
TROY MARTINEZ: You want a reputation and a legacy like his or Nevada Smith or some of the other big boys. Beating me isn't going to get you that, because let's face it....I've lived in Joe Massacre's shadow for years. Joe Massacre is now the champion in Cleveland, and I left for that very reason. This match means a lot more to me than it does to you. These fans are going to watch me climb the ladder of success here in the GLCW and I'm going to do it without Joe Massacre and the Tri-State Terrors. It all starts with you. This isn't going to be a matter of mental chess, it's going to be a test of skill and determination. You've been telling me about your iron will and that's great. So, no one goes into a match thinking that they want to lose. You want the GLCW Heavyweight Title so that it brings you better competition. Well, your competition is here. I'm waiting for you. I am going to push you to your limits because I really want to see what you've got. Come on, tear away the layers of your furry facade and face me. Face me with your true self. Can you? Do you have the courage to reveal yourself or are you hiding something? Are you truly nothing more than a beast? Is that what we're supposed to believe?
(Martinez pauses as if he expects an answer.)
TROY MARTINEZ: If that is the case, then I'll have no trouble making you bleed and bouncing you and your iron will right out of this tournament. You certainly won't get your respect then. People will consider you a joke. After all, "you should be able to beat Troy Martinez pretty easily....he doesn't have any backup." "Troy isn't anything without Joe Massacre." It'll be interesting to see what you tell people afterwards. "I had an off night." "He was better than expected." "My mother died and I couldn't focus..." "It just wasn't meant to be." You can beat me Golem, and I'll be man enough to admit it afterwards. For as much as there is riding on this match, I'll still have other opportunities. So you know what? Maybe this match does in fact mean more to you than it does to me. Your reputation and ego are on the line. People like you don't expect me to win. It's ok, I like to see people get surprised...don't you?
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jul-24-02 AT 03:11 AM (EDT)](Cue Up: "Wait Till Tomorrow" by Silverchair. Fade into Golem, sorrounded by all darkness. The edge of Golem's chair and Golem's upperbody are all that are shown. We can assume he is at his house or the GLCW studios..oh well, it doesn't matter.)
Golem: Troy Martinez...you wrap such pretty little half-truths to decorate the fact that you are a worse wrestler than I am. Yes. I do have more riding on this. Because the GLCW, all the other wrestlers, even you yourself, deep down, expect Golem to storm into the GLCW and destroy all competition. But that's a funny way of looking at things. You try to paint your inferiority off as *MY* problem. You know what? Every single win, every single loss, I have went in there and fed myself to the opponent. I have brought my claw and my fur and my...sheer...force..of will. I have laid Golem down and I have put myself in the position of the Destroyer. So have people left at my name, left in my memory, left in the very same position that you are now in. There is no paper mask on a flimsy child. You lay your hands upon my face at First Wave. You can try to get your fingers under my skin. But nothing will give. Golem will not shudder, Golem will not crack. This man was solidly made, forged in the people that lay still in his wake. For it is a march, a trek of ages that Golem now advances through. This tournament actually means very little. And you were right. The only thing I have to put up in this confrontation is my pride. But, my pride singes only me. Only I will generate the pain and agony of a loss to someone such as yourself. Others will not be able to comprehend Golem's tumbling and they will assume you are obviously on my level. But that is not so, even you say it to be true. Because under my fur, beats the heart of what some call a destroyer of times, the source of the foul influence. You see, Troy, my power comes not from any phenomenon. It breeds in the minds of the unknowing, and their unwillingness to relent to the whispers of fate spell often their undoing. I won't sing of your fear, Troy, because I am sure you like many others have long since cleansed yourself of that. But, still a haunting echo must warn of the approaching entangling. You say I wish I had a name that wore like Nevada Smith? Ask Nevada Smith if I am on of the "big boys". Ask anyone I've fought. Because unlike Massacre and Hellion, I don't roll over and play dead when a battle is at hand. I take you as I will take all others. No remorse, no excuses, no sanctuary. You can skew reality all you want, Troy. Because you don't write the pages of history. So shall the story unfold that Golem marched into the Land of Pigs and slew the lot to feed his mighty apetite. The Slaughter is at hand, First Wave will be the time for Golem to begin. You will come to the door of the slaughterhouse, as do all the others, grinning happily with your hands over your eyes. Because it's not Halloween at all, Troy. Golem gives deliverance, not candy. And so shall you be released in the warm embrace of crimson. This match...this tournament, it only further advances Golem down the path to his holy grail. And should some fall within my wake...(Golem grins slowly and looks down)...I pray the Lord their soul to take. The hourglass tilts and the sands sing to the sky that my ascension is at hand. You aren't just any old stepping stone, my beautiful little hand puppet. Your the next one...(Golem uses his Claw to tap his chest)...GOLEM'S next one.
(Golem again looks up and reveals a sardonic grin etched across his face and the light slowly fades away.)
(FADE IN: Troy Martinez is sitting in his dressing room with his manager, Karen Jewello, discussing his upcoming match. CUE UP: "Bury Me in Smoke" by Down.)
TROY MARTINEZ: Well, the mighty Golem and I square off in just a couple of hours.
KAREN JEWELLO: I must say that out of all the people you have wrestled throughout your career, Golem is truly unique.
TROY MARTINEZ: The guy's a trip if you ask me. I think he actually believes that he's some kind of "Destroyer." He's coming "into the Land of Pigs" and he's going to slay "the lot to feed his mighty appetite!!" Come on, who's writes this crap? Marilyn Manson???
KAREN JEWELLO: Don't forget the part about you walking into the slaughterhouse with your hands covering your eyes.
TROY MARTINEZ: Right, I suppose I'm covering my eyes because I can't stand looking at the horror.....of Golem running around in his tighty whities chasing cows!!!
(They bust out laughing.)
KAREN JEWELLO: In all seriousness, I think he and the rest of the wrestling world are going to be shocked when you beat him.
TROY MARTINEZ: He's probably going to go back to his hotel room afterwards and cry out in agony because his pride has been "singed." Then he'll cut himself a bunch of times with a dull razor. I swear, if he commits suicide over this, no one better blame me and say that I drove him to it.
KAREN JEWELLO: He isn't going to do any of that. He he ends up cutting himself, it'll be because he's decided to shave off that ridiculous fur and actually walk around looking like a normal person for a change.
TROY MARTINEZ: Golem probably thinks that he and Chewbacca are the only normal people on the face of this earth...please!!!
KAREN JEWELLO: That really wouldn't surprise me one bit.
TROY MARTINEZ: Well, we have about three hours to kill before the show starts...how about we go get something to eat??
(Cue Up: "March of the Pigs" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into a clock. It slowly ticks over the music...tick tock, ya know? The camera pans out to Golem seating on a solid wooden bench in his dressing room. He is full out in wrestling gear and he is cracking his neck. His eyes lower as he puts down his head and his vision comes to focus on the camera.)
Golem: Ah....Troy, my boy. What a silly mindless fool you are. I wait so very long for you to give some pointless gibberish I have to endure. You and your lady friend just playfully laugh and joke around when the hours melt into minutes. The reckoning is soon upon you, Troy, and whimsically joke about how Golem will want to kill himself after I lose to you? That's not alot of self-confidence, ya got there. You think that you are so far below me that I would want to kill myself if I lost to you? I have lost matches that are alot more important than you will ever be, Martinez, and those hurt alot more. But I absorb that pain like I do all others because I see the cards and I see where they lay. Such mild set-backs will not slow the tsunami of force that is welling at the dam. But you will lift your stone crusher and watch the rain pour down. So shall you be consumed. Because for the sad little goth kids, you seem sadly cosmetically obsessed. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...and the beauty is, I hit just as hard as anyone you will ever meet. My looks can't take that away from me, and YOU, certainly, can't either. I am not impressed by your comedic stylings, just as I see you are not impressed by my riddles. But the answers rest in Golem and show shall they be revealed to you. Doesn't it shock you that now, of all times you get the chance to main event? The GLCW needs someone so brutally stupid that they could actually concieve themselves defeating Golem. And, though it took you some time to convince yourself..with due reason...you have actually reached said level of idiocy. But you shroud yourself in clouds and pretend you are high in the air...but when the clouds clear, you will realize that you have never left the ground and Golem will still be as far as ever out of your reach. So struggle, boy, because it amuses Golem. For if Golem running around slaughtering cows is what you expect to find, you will be quite pleased. Of course, if you expect to not be the cow that Golem slaughters, well...you will have a harsh, harsh reality to face. You say I suggest you cover your eyes in fear? I believe Golem said fear is not a driving force in you, plain as day, no riddle or rhyme. No, your eyes will in fact be covered, but you can't see why. And the reason is, you are already covering your eyes. What clouds your vision and cloaks the monster that lurks ever near you? It is you who has your shields up, perhaps allowing you to muster the bravado to speak to Golem as though he were another nobody, begging to be treaded upon on your way to the top. For I am not Chewbacca, and you, my pitiful compatriot, are certainly no Skywalker or modern-day hero. No one cares when you come, nobody notices when you go. So Golem shall open the gates and escort you out to the desert. Yes, I would suffer if you beat me. But do not act like you have somehow already beaten me. Because one man controls the destinies of Golem, Martinez, and the entire GLCW. Not you, not even Malec. Golem lays the cards for all to see and he reserves his many trumps for battles that are more important. Your chances dim now in the waning hours and Golem lights the torches on the First Wave. For the curtains will fall for you, Troy, and all that will be left is Golem...and the dark.
(The camera zooms in the camera again as it reads the time ever so close to GLCW First Wave. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Fade to black.)
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