TBirdSCIL
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MAIN EVENT: Michael Manson vs. Golem
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And Then There Were...
(Cue Up: "Five Finger Crawl" by Danzig. Fade into Golem, sitting a quiet, darkened room in his humble abode. He smiles as the camera focuses in and he lays down his book he was reading. He turns to the camera and begins to speak.)
Golem: Two...that is all that remain of the eight original superstars in this tournament. I could of told anyone who the final four were going to be, and I could've told anyone who the last two would be. But no one would believe me. There was not a man alive who honestly believed that Golem would make it this far. No one believed that Golem could preservere over an opponent such as The Jobber. But Golem emerges triumphant, the reckoner, the bringer of the new Age. And at his hands lay the bodies of not only The Jobber, but also the Unholy Alliance. Many thanks to Maelstrom for assisting in that feat as well. But here and now, Golem has to make the final step. I told The Jobber that I would not be satisfied with a runner-up position. I will only be satisfied with a complete victory, an embarassment, a demolishing. And you, Michael Manson, are just the man to make my prediction a cold, grim reality. You see, I understand you come into this with quite a string of impressive wins. And I understand that you have worn gold in leagues everywhere. God-like amounts of gold, some might say. But Golem is not impressed. I crush boulders, tumble mountains, swallow seas and return them from whence they came. I am the land reaver, the moral hunter, and the chair fodder. The random number, the correct answer, and the darkness bringer. Yet I am embraced now, now in a cascade of cheers by the masses. Why? Why is it, Manson? Because they sense what is upon them in this sickly time. They are beginning to see the forest for the trees. They see what The Jobber could not, what I expect you readily deny. Golem's time has come and his reign of fire shall bask the GLCW in darkness like candles of flesh and blood. Are you the good man you claim to be? The patron saint of children, the religious zealot? Go ahead...see what your God saves. Because whether you go out as a monster or a myth or a martyr, it matters not to Golem. The story always ends the same. No pretty picture can change the plot and no simple act will quell the destroyer. Nothing has stopped me yet and nothing will stop me now. I am the best that this league has to offer and no one will risk trying to steal my pride away from me anymore. You see, in a way, Manson, you and I are very alike. We are both on a path of atonement. We both seek to silence poor echoes from our past, or at least claim that we do. Your motives may be sicker than you let on, but that does not mean anything to me. Old failures of mine shall be focused and forgotten in new victories. Yes...Michael, I have seen you perform many a time. I have heard your voice, seen your face. I have seen you beat men who I doubted you could and seen you fall to men who don't deserve to wrestle you. But I am not going to fall into either of those categories, Manson. Golem is the late entry, the special case, the forgotten factor. Golem deserves more than what he has been given and has created greatly with what simple gifts of appeasement he has gotten. Martinez wants me, the Unholy Alliance wants me...well, they can all wait. Because, Michael Manson, you have me. You have all of Golem and it is more than you could ever imagine. I know you look forward to Maelstrom and Maelstrom also looks forward to you. But I guess I will do Maelstrom a favor, seeing as he did me one at Racine. I am going to destroy you. There will be very little left of you when you finally get to Maelstrom. I am not sure that is a HUGE favor, seeing as how you might not be able to make it out of our match...but I will see what I can do. I make no promises....save this one. Manson, you will learn quickly and painfully that Golem is not one to be messed with. He is here to stay and there is not one thing you, your hero KK, JC, or anyone else can do about it. Golem shall stand tall at the end of the day, he will take the title that was his bequest, and he march on to the next battle. Pray for the end to come quickly, Manson, because that will be your only sanctuary. Because you are in the hands of Golem now. And may your precious God have mercy upon your soul.
(Golem begins to chuckle as though his final statement were some kind of joke...Fade to black as Golem's chuckling melts into heavy cackling.)
(Cue Up: "Five Finger Crawl" by Danzig. Fade into Golem, sitting a quiet, darkened room in his humble abode. He smiles as the camera focuses in and he lays down his book he was reading. He turns to the camera and begins to speak.)
Golem: Two...that is all that remain of the eight original superstars in this tournament. I could of told anyone who the final four were going to be, and I could've told anyone who the last two would be. But no one would believe me. There was not a man alive who honestly believed that Golem would make it this far. No one believed that Golem could preservere over an opponent such as The Jobber. But Golem emerges triumphant, the reckoner, the bringer of the new Age. And at his hands lay the bodies of not only The Jobber, but also the Unholy Alliance. Many thanks to Maelstrom for assisting in that feat as well. But here and now, Golem has to make the final step. I told The Jobber that I would not be satisfied with a runner-up position. I will only be satisfied with a complete victory, an embarassment, a demolishing. And you, Michael Manson, are just the man to make my prediction a cold, grim reality. You see, I understand you come into this with quite a string of impressive wins. And I understand that you have worn gold in leagues everywhere. God-like amounts of gold, some might say. But Golem is not impressed. I crush boulders, tumble mountains, swallow seas and return them from whence they came. I am the land reaver, the moral hunter, and the chair fodder. The random number, the correct answer, and the darkness bringer. Yet I am embraced now, now in a cascade of cheers by the masses. Why? Why is it, Manson? Because they sense what is upon them in this sickly time. They are beginning to see the forest for the trees. They see what The Jobber could not, what I expect you readily deny. Golem's time has come and his reign of fire shall bask the GLCW in darkness like candles of flesh and blood. Are you the good man you claim to be? The patron saint of children, the religious zealot? Go ahead...see what your God saves. Because whether you go out as a monster or a myth or a martyr, it matters not to Golem. The story always ends the same. No pretty picture can change the plot and no simple act will quell the destroyer. Nothing has stopped me yet and nothing will stop me now. I am the best that this league has to offer and no one will risk trying to steal my pride away from me anymore. You see, in a way, Manson, you and I are very alike. We are both on a path of atonement. We both seek to silence poor echoes from our past, or at least claim that we do. Your motives may be sicker than you let on, but that does not mean anything to me. Old failures of mine shall be focused and forgotten in new victories. Yes...Michael, I have seen you perform many a time. I have heard your voice, seen your face. I have seen you beat men who I doubted you could and seen you fall to men who don't deserve to wrestle you. But I am not going to fall into either of those categories, Manson. Golem is the late entry, the special case, the forgotten factor. Golem deserves more than what he has been given and has created greatly with what simple gifts of appeasement he has gotten. Martinez wants me, the Unholy Alliance wants me...well, they can all wait. Because, Michael Manson, you have me. You have all of Golem and it is more than you could ever imagine. I know you look forward to Maelstrom and Maelstrom also looks forward to you. But I guess I will do Maelstrom a favor, seeing as he did me one at Racine. I am going to destroy you. There will be very little left of you when you finally get to Maelstrom. I am not sure that is a HUGE favor, seeing as how you might not be able to make it out of our match...but I will see what I can do. I make no promises....save this one. Manson, you will learn quickly and painfully that Golem is not one to be messed with. He is here to stay and there is not one thing you, your hero KK, JC, or anyone else can do about it. Golem shall stand tall at the end of the day, he will take the title that was his bequest, and he march on to the next battle. Pray for the end to come quickly, Manson, because that will be your only sanctuary. Because you are in the hands of Golem now. And may your precious God have mercy upon your soul.
(Golem begins to chuckle as though his final statement were some kind of joke...Fade to black as Golem's chuckling melts into heavy cackling.)
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RE: And Then There Were...
((FADEIN: A random garbage can. A white suit and tie is tossed inside, followed by a cross, and then a Bible. A hand hands a container of gasoline over the opening and pours it in. A match is flickered and thrown in. The fire burns as Michael Manson steps into view, wearing a black long sleeved shirt and jeans with a leather jacket draped over him.))
MANSON: Well, that was interesting for awhile and it served my purposes. A nice social experiment, apparently, the greater the lie, the more people will believe you. Or maybe people are just stupid, which I tend to believe given my complete lack of faith in humanity. But on to new business.
Now Golem, if you want to break out the Magic cards or even go for some Dungeons & Dragons I'm game. However, your ranting about moving mountains only impresses the simplest of minds. Were you that strong I imagine that group of people couldn't have beaten you like a foreigner in the job market, but maybe they can all move mountains too. If then, I imagine I was left out when they passed the steroids around the locker room. Of course I was going to be in the final, especially since half this league are people trying to be me.
All of them with their tortured gothic dispositions from O'Neil to Poe and I outlast them all. Yet, I have never claimed to be more than a man and I'm able to refer to myself in the first person. But you see, its really quite simple. Its not about grand scale good and evil, its not about God and the devil, and its not about fate or destiny. No, its because the GLCW needs me. Its title needs me. Most importantly, King Krusher needs me.
Now of course, he would never admit it, and I do out of not such a small measure of pride, but thats never stopped me before and its not like I'm going to heaven anyway. They need me to be me. Atonement and redemption are obsolete concepts that do exist within this industry. You cut throats and then lie about it to everyone later. I'm just upfront about it. Only I can wear this title for one simple reason. Because I am me, Michael Manson, the devil, champion, whatever you see me as.
Its not destiny, its not fate. Its a concept of natural selection. I go to the lengths no one else will, I do the things no one else can. That is the measure of success. And they hate and fear me because of it and they always do. But like a car crash, they can only watch and they always come back. I improve them all, the wallowing idiots. The things I do can never be avenged, never created by any other mind. Yet they try in vain, they try to strike at me, to make me feel as they do. Just listen to Rabesque's hollow boasts of superiority to understand that. They fall, they improve, they fall, because in the end, really, they can't ever really beat me. Is there a way to actually injure me? Cripple me? Accomplishing what? Kill me? Just as good as matyring me.
Because that is what truly makes me greater than the imagination of man , because I go on. Despite it all, and because no one can do what I can, and in the end, I win.
KK knows this. He might come on television and try to berate me. He might claim he doesn't want me around, but he and management knew what I would do, who I am. Just as he knows that you too Golem are going to fall by the wayside. Because there is no one here greater than me, physically stronger, yes....faster..yes. But the mind, the imagination, you are all lacking. Krusher knows this too, the fines he talks about never materialize. Just like all his threats.
But that's all right, because I'm going to do a great thing, here and now. Because I already knows what it will take, and I know the Golem doesn't, that I, as always, have a plan. To that end, I personally invite King Krusher to not only be at ringside for the match, but to the referee. So he can conform to the world that he even knows that the GLCW needs me and I have no rivals. And because nothing would be harder for him to do, than to pronounce the champion of his league and hand the title. That's amore.
((FADEIN: A random garbage can. A white suit and tie is tossed inside, followed by a cross, and then a Bible. A hand hands a container of gasoline over the opening and pours it in. A match is flickered and thrown in. The fire burns as Michael Manson steps into view, wearing a black long sleeved shirt and jeans with a leather jacket draped over him.))
MANSON: Well, that was interesting for awhile and it served my purposes. A nice social experiment, apparently, the greater the lie, the more people will believe you. Or maybe people are just stupid, which I tend to believe given my complete lack of faith in humanity. But on to new business.
Now Golem, if you want to break out the Magic cards or even go for some Dungeons & Dragons I'm game. However, your ranting about moving mountains only impresses the simplest of minds. Were you that strong I imagine that group of people couldn't have beaten you like a foreigner in the job market, but maybe they can all move mountains too. If then, I imagine I was left out when they passed the steroids around the locker room. Of course I was going to be in the final, especially since half this league are people trying to be me.
All of them with their tortured gothic dispositions from O'Neil to Poe and I outlast them all. Yet, I have never claimed to be more than a man and I'm able to refer to myself in the first person. But you see, its really quite simple. Its not about grand scale good and evil, its not about God and the devil, and its not about fate or destiny. No, its because the GLCW needs me. Its title needs me. Most importantly, King Krusher needs me.
Now of course, he would never admit it, and I do out of not such a small measure of pride, but thats never stopped me before and its not like I'm going to heaven anyway. They need me to be me. Atonement and redemption are obsolete concepts that do exist within this industry. You cut throats and then lie about it to everyone later. I'm just upfront about it. Only I can wear this title for one simple reason. Because I am me, Michael Manson, the devil, champion, whatever you see me as.
Its not destiny, its not fate. Its a concept of natural selection. I go to the lengths no one else will, I do the things no one else can. That is the measure of success. And they hate and fear me because of it and they always do. But like a car crash, they can only watch and they always come back. I improve them all, the wallowing idiots. The things I do can never be avenged, never created by any other mind. Yet they try in vain, they try to strike at me, to make me feel as they do. Just listen to Rabesque's hollow boasts of superiority to understand that. They fall, they improve, they fall, because in the end, really, they can't ever really beat me. Is there a way to actually injure me? Cripple me? Accomplishing what? Kill me? Just as good as matyring me.
Because that is what truly makes me greater than the imagination of man , because I go on. Despite it all, and because no one can do what I can, and in the end, I win.
KK knows this. He might come on television and try to berate me. He might claim he doesn't want me around, but he and management knew what I would do, who I am. Just as he knows that you too Golem are going to fall by the wayside. Because there is no one here greater than me, physically stronger, yes....faster..yes. But the mind, the imagination, you are all lacking. Krusher knows this too, the fines he talks about never materialize. Just like all his threats.
But that's all right, because I'm going to do a great thing, here and now. Because I already knows what it will take, and I know the Golem doesn't, that I, as always, have a plan. To that end, I personally invite King Krusher to not only be at ringside for the match, but to the referee. So he can conform to the world that he even knows that the GLCW needs me and I have no rivals. And because nothing would be harder for him to do, than to pronounce the champion of his league and hand the title. That's amore.
What Do You See?
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem sitting in a room very similar to the last...probably the same one, in fact. Golem is lent forward, gently caressing his Claw. He talks, not taking his eyes off of his claw.)
Golem: And so they speak, yes...they speak. The man they call Manson has arisen and raised his song to the battle. Now, my friend....the fun truly begins.
(Golem looks up from his Claw slowly smiling.)
Golem: Ah, Manson...my beloved friend. It is good to see that you erase any falsehoods in this time. Bible-ridden and cross endorsing...surely you must understand that I saw through them all with ease. Indeed, I suppose it has served it's purpose and the time for it's burial had arrived. Now I am able to focus my attention on the Manson that I knew I could bring out...his purest and most powerful form. Because once Manson reaches his truest form, he will have no excuses when I shed his light unto the darkness. It's surprising, you know. We have both been around for a quite a while and yet we have never really crossed paths. I suppose that is because we just have never found ourselves steadily in the same league. But I digress...because the time of our confrontation has come. Everyone tells me that I am a nothing, a nobody. But if Golem is nobody, my sweetest friend, then how come no one can stop...nay, even slow down the man beast? I roll unto our battle unweary and untested. But I pray, Manson, that you can change all of that. That you can go deep inside yourself and find what it takes to stop me or at least slow me down. My body aches for the thrill of a challenge and my Claw thirsts for the tastes of the victory. Magic cards, Dungeons and Dragons...clever. Certainly the way to down the ruiner is to make witty off-hand pop culture references. (Golem chuckles to himself) You mock what you do not understand. I am not Poe, I am not Chris O'Neill. I am the everlasting, the only thing left between you and the title. You know why, no doubt. Because simply put, of the eight, in the beginning, we are the best. Of course, Manson, there cannot be two bests. The ring shall tell the story of my insipid fate. It has long since been foretold. I have re-awoken The Jobber, he too was baptized in the hands of the ones they wish to call Golem. So shall you be laid down by Golem. You honestly think that having King Krusher referee our match will make any difference? Go ahead, feel free. He certainly will not be counting Golem down, to be sure. Because Manson, to keep me down, you have to get me down. I just can't see you doing that. Golem has come too far, it's taken too long to allow someone such as yourself to topple me. You say the GLCW needs you. And maybe that's true. Because you have been reduced to little more than a walking spectacle, a jester who doesn't realize it, who dances his dance for the GLCW and KK and thinks he is fooling somebody. You are a pony, you cater to the whims of the commisioner and pretend you have somehow accomplished something. You even claim you seek no redemption for your wicked ways. Yes, to be true, everyone gladly cuts throats in this business for the mere rush of it, Golem included. It's nothing to be ashamed of, the broken collapse and the intelligent march on. To be honest, it shocks Golem to see you have lasted as long as you have. Because, it seems to me that you are trodding steadily along into the slaughterhouse to be devoured by Golem. The Ender will herd you like the dogs that have come before you and lead unto your unwitting fate. And maybe the fans will see you lying still and laugh...allow you to feel like you accomplished something by filling the arena. Honestly, I don't care if 10 people or 1000 see me destroy you. It won't make the pain any slighter for you and it won't make my satisfaction any less. (Golem smiles coldly) You know, there is a degree of irony to your words. You readily compare yourself to a car wreck. I will let you draw up your own connections and figure out why that will be chillingly ironic come our match. (Golem sighs) The pathetic linger and cling to your legs, eh, Manson? Rabesque still bites at your heels? Well, my puppet for the here and now, too bad. No one cares about him. You shouldn't worry of his empty boasts. You should be smart enough to focus on Golem. You don't realize that others such as myself can easily do what you can. We are wiser and smarter than to play such a token role and choose NOT to do what you do, but that certainly in no way makes you in any superior. You say that killing you is as good as matyring you? Well, I can live with that. You go ahead...you enter our match and accept martyrdom. KK can think I will fall to you if he wants. All he has to do is count to three and then realize that it wasn't me on the mat. He might also be inclined to help you into a stretcher, or mop up the puddles of blood that moat your prone body. Whether he does or he doesn't, it's no matter to me. You, oh precious plaything, are no champion. You will see that soon. You want to know what a champion looks like? Well, when the blood flows out of your eyes and you can see, follow the Claw up from your mouth, up my arm, and look me straight in my face. And then fall cold at my feet...where you have always truly belonged.
(Golem stares at the camera as it fades to black.)
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem sitting in a room very similar to the last...probably the same one, in fact. Golem is lent forward, gently caressing his Claw. He talks, not taking his eyes off of his claw.)
Golem: And so they speak, yes...they speak. The man they call Manson has arisen and raised his song to the battle. Now, my friend....the fun truly begins.
(Golem looks up from his Claw slowly smiling.)
Golem: Ah, Manson...my beloved friend. It is good to see that you erase any falsehoods in this time. Bible-ridden and cross endorsing...surely you must understand that I saw through them all with ease. Indeed, I suppose it has served it's purpose and the time for it's burial had arrived. Now I am able to focus my attention on the Manson that I knew I could bring out...his purest and most powerful form. Because once Manson reaches his truest form, he will have no excuses when I shed his light unto the darkness. It's surprising, you know. We have both been around for a quite a while and yet we have never really crossed paths. I suppose that is because we just have never found ourselves steadily in the same league. But I digress...because the time of our confrontation has come. Everyone tells me that I am a nothing, a nobody. But if Golem is nobody, my sweetest friend, then how come no one can stop...nay, even slow down the man beast? I roll unto our battle unweary and untested. But I pray, Manson, that you can change all of that. That you can go deep inside yourself and find what it takes to stop me or at least slow me down. My body aches for the thrill of a challenge and my Claw thirsts for the tastes of the victory. Magic cards, Dungeons and Dragons...clever. Certainly the way to down the ruiner is to make witty off-hand pop culture references. (Golem chuckles to himself) You mock what you do not understand. I am not Poe, I am not Chris O'Neill. I am the everlasting, the only thing left between you and the title. You know why, no doubt. Because simply put, of the eight, in the beginning, we are the best. Of course, Manson, there cannot be two bests. The ring shall tell the story of my insipid fate. It has long since been foretold. I have re-awoken The Jobber, he too was baptized in the hands of the ones they wish to call Golem. So shall you be laid down by Golem. You honestly think that having King Krusher referee our match will make any difference? Go ahead, feel free. He certainly will not be counting Golem down, to be sure. Because Manson, to keep me down, you have to get me down. I just can't see you doing that. Golem has come too far, it's taken too long to allow someone such as yourself to topple me. You say the GLCW needs you. And maybe that's true. Because you have been reduced to little more than a walking spectacle, a jester who doesn't realize it, who dances his dance for the GLCW and KK and thinks he is fooling somebody. You are a pony, you cater to the whims of the commisioner and pretend you have somehow accomplished something. You even claim you seek no redemption for your wicked ways. Yes, to be true, everyone gladly cuts throats in this business for the mere rush of it, Golem included. It's nothing to be ashamed of, the broken collapse and the intelligent march on. To be honest, it shocks Golem to see you have lasted as long as you have. Because, it seems to me that you are trodding steadily along into the slaughterhouse to be devoured by Golem. The Ender will herd you like the dogs that have come before you and lead unto your unwitting fate. And maybe the fans will see you lying still and laugh...allow you to feel like you accomplished something by filling the arena. Honestly, I don't care if 10 people or 1000 see me destroy you. It won't make the pain any slighter for you and it won't make my satisfaction any less. (Golem smiles coldly) You know, there is a degree of irony to your words. You readily compare yourself to a car wreck. I will let you draw up your own connections and figure out why that will be chillingly ironic come our match. (Golem sighs) The pathetic linger and cling to your legs, eh, Manson? Rabesque still bites at your heels? Well, my puppet for the here and now, too bad. No one cares about him. You shouldn't worry of his empty boasts. You should be smart enough to focus on Golem. You don't realize that others such as myself can easily do what you can. We are wiser and smarter than to play such a token role and choose NOT to do what you do, but that certainly in no way makes you in any superior. You say that killing you is as good as matyring you? Well, I can live with that. You go ahead...you enter our match and accept martyrdom. KK can think I will fall to you if he wants. All he has to do is count to three and then realize that it wasn't me on the mat. He might also be inclined to help you into a stretcher, or mop up the puddles of blood that moat your prone body. Whether he does or he doesn't, it's no matter to me. You, oh precious plaything, are no champion. You will see that soon. You want to know what a champion looks like? Well, when the blood flows out of your eyes and you can see, follow the Claw up from your mouth, up my arm, and look me straight in my face. And then fall cold at my feet...where you have always truly belonged.
(Golem stares at the camera as it fades to black.)
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RE: What Do You See?
((FADEIN: Michael Manson is sitting on a black stool in a black t-shirt and jeans. Its a random area somewhere backstage at an undetermined show.))
MANSON: You know, Golem, I really think that you don't me at all. It would have taken the simplest of minds to not see my satire, and the number amazed even me. My understanding of things goes well beyond you. For the simple fact that you're little more than someone pretending to be a god or some type of mythic creature. While I, well I don't even need to be a champion to be the most feared entity in the GLCW. And I am, don't doubt that.
You see, I don't care about you Golem.
I don't care about the title.
I don't care about the GLCW or this tournament.
I don't care about Rabesque, O'Neil, Poe, or anyone else who can't get over the fact that not only am I a nihilistic bastard, I'm a nihilistic bastard they can't beat.
Do you honestly think I would ask for Krusher to be the referee because it would help me? No, it makes it a challenge, which the GLCW apparently can't offer me judging the fact I easily win all my matches and they can't seem to come through on any threats.
You seem to think your claw is something of a threat to me. To me, of all people? I have never once submitted to anyone or any hold and it won't start with you. Regardless of what you want to think, you're not exceptional. You're not special. You're not really much of anything except a sidebar.
Are you starting to get the idea? You're a side player, nothing more than a chess piece, tool, or weapon I'm going to use at Krusher and if he actually has it in him, to use against me. Some might say its a morality play or my own version of a morality lesson, but really its just a match.
A physical contest between 2 men, but does it ever really come down to that? Does anyone ever take anything away from that? No, unfortunately, that is not the case. So I took things to their natural extermity and do what I deem necessary, if only because I feel like it. When I hit you with a chair, bludgeon you with steel, its not because I had a bad childhood. Its not even because I'm angry.
Its because I think at the time, thats how I'll win, even if I don't need to. But can you do that, Golem? Are you such a person that you could do things to another person that would cripple or scar them for life? Because that is what it would take, hell you might actually have to make sure I'm crippled. I've gotten out of stretchers before and worse. I have scars running across my body like rivers on a map.
Krusher can't, he never could. That's probably why he never amounted to anything and is just a commissioner when everyone else his age is still active. But hey. maybe he'll have a child someday and he can live vicariously through him.
And you Golem, you can always live vicariously through me. I don't mind. Everyone needs something, even if its just delusions of granduer.
But just remember, when I'm through with you, and you see how pathetic you are, how you failed in the simple task of breaking another man, I just want you to remember one thing.
That its King Krusher's fault. All of it, he's the ref you know. he's the commissioner too and for some reason, he can't do his job right.And here I am going to the great length of giving you a rationalization once its over.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson is sitting on a black stool in a black t-shirt and jeans. Its a random area somewhere backstage at an undetermined show.))
MANSON: You know, Golem, I really think that you don't me at all. It would have taken the simplest of minds to not see my satire, and the number amazed even me. My understanding of things goes well beyond you. For the simple fact that you're little more than someone pretending to be a god or some type of mythic creature. While I, well I don't even need to be a champion to be the most feared entity in the GLCW. And I am, don't doubt that.
You see, I don't care about you Golem.
I don't care about the title.
I don't care about the GLCW or this tournament.
I don't care about Rabesque, O'Neil, Poe, or anyone else who can't get over the fact that not only am I a nihilistic bastard, I'm a nihilistic bastard they can't beat.
Do you honestly think I would ask for Krusher to be the referee because it would help me? No, it makes it a challenge, which the GLCW apparently can't offer me judging the fact I easily win all my matches and they can't seem to come through on any threats.
You seem to think your claw is something of a threat to me. To me, of all people? I have never once submitted to anyone or any hold and it won't start with you. Regardless of what you want to think, you're not exceptional. You're not special. You're not really much of anything except a sidebar.
Are you starting to get the idea? You're a side player, nothing more than a chess piece, tool, or weapon I'm going to use at Krusher and if he actually has it in him, to use against me. Some might say its a morality play or my own version of a morality lesson, but really its just a match.
A physical contest between 2 men, but does it ever really come down to that? Does anyone ever take anything away from that? No, unfortunately, that is not the case. So I took things to their natural extermity and do what I deem necessary, if only because I feel like it. When I hit you with a chair, bludgeon you with steel, its not because I had a bad childhood. Its not even because I'm angry.
Its because I think at the time, thats how I'll win, even if I don't need to. But can you do that, Golem? Are you such a person that you could do things to another person that would cripple or scar them for life? Because that is what it would take, hell you might actually have to make sure I'm crippled. I've gotten out of stretchers before and worse. I have scars running across my body like rivers on a map.
Krusher can't, he never could. That's probably why he never amounted to anything and is just a commissioner when everyone else his age is still active. But hey. maybe he'll have a child someday and he can live vicariously through him.
And you Golem, you can always live vicariously through me. I don't mind. Everyone needs something, even if its just delusions of granduer.
But just remember, when I'm through with you, and you see how pathetic you are, how you failed in the simple task of breaking another man, I just want you to remember one thing.
That its King Krusher's fault. All of it, he's the ref you know. he's the commissioner too and for some reason, he can't do his job right.And here I am going to the great length of giving you a rationalization once its over.