These Hours Burn Away..
(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.)