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Main Event: Michael Manson vs. Jarod Poe vs. Golem
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And They Say He Is The Unchanging...
(Cue Up: "One More Time" by Flaw. Fade a dark room in Golem's house. Golem sits there watching the tape of Jarod Poe/Michael Manson on an old fashioned televison.)
Golem: Ah...Manson. You arise more times than the plague. I thought I would be able to kill you off at the house show, but before I even get the chance...I find myself staring across the ring from you again. You and Jarod Poe...a triple threat match. An odd situation, to be sure, but not one I am unfamiliar with. You, Michael Manson, I already know and understand your style of wrestling. Basically, it is just ample supply of bravado and self-assurance. All those half-sighted views are supported by the fact you have a shiny strap on your shoulder. Well, looks like I get another chance to take that strap, and without even having to ask for it to be a title match. Looks like you don't carry the big stick that you have in...other leagues. You see, as much as you try to lord your solitary victory over me, I can do just the same to you. I don't request matches with you, Manson, the GLCW constantly sets it up that way. Maybe because they don't want our little war of egos to end in a stalemate. Or, perhaps because they don't want you to weasel your way out of another match with me with your title. I think someone saw and understood what you did with that chair and they knew that, win or lose, that Golem would seek to have another shot at the GLCW's cutest little poster-child. Oh sure, you have idiots fearing and revering you because you can blow fiery beer and chloroform women. But any legitimate claim you ever made against me, like burning me alive...well, they all seem to have been harshly over your realm of accomplishment. You may have blind aspirations to torch my fur, sure, but frankly, you and I both know that you don't have the simple fundamental skills to make that goal a reality. You'll try, you'll fail, then you'll quietly wait for another oppurtunity to fail, and blame me for coming back for more. Golem and those damn never-ending feuds, eh? Oh well, they will continue forever, until you realize that your idiotic goals are out of your grasp. Odd cycle you're in, eh, Manson. I know you're wondering why I haven't given up and went for the TV title, especially with that champion, The Jobber, practically begging me to beat more sense into him. Well, I can do that at the PPV...maybe it will be title vs. title. I guess that depends on my whims at the moment, eh? Oh yeah...Jarod Poe. I guess you're here as well, doubtlessly lost in depressing prayers for your far-gone family. My condolences and all that, if you want it so, but don't expect any mercy in our battle. I will be quite blantant when I say this, you really aren't much of a concern for me in this fight. You are but a simple little obstacle for Golem between him and his ascension above the title-laden Manson. Sure, you have your own little issues with Masked Blazer, well, I would suggest that you save your energy and channel it towards him. I would hate to see you enter that Detroit Street Fight more injured than you already are. Manson is mine and mine alone and I don't want any help with him. No excuses, after all. You see, Poe, you're grand plan when you first entered the GLCW has the same main flaw as Maelstrom's current one. If you guys are seriously seeking the biggest, cruelest, and toughest fighter in this little league, you're just wasting your time with Manson. Golem might not have recently attacked women, but that doesn't somehow make Manson a tough guy. His parlor tricks fool those that beg to be fooled, and Golem is no such fool. Golem weaves through his trickery and tomfoolery and Golem sees the boy who thirsts for attention and doesn't have the legitimate ability to earn it. You want to change my opinion, Manson? Go ahead and try. It will give you just one more objective for you to try and fail at. I am waiting for you, friend. I have been for a long time. This is the deciding match, the third and tie-breaking match-up. The one where you realize just how honestly inferior you are to me. I can't wait...look at me, I have more goosebumps than Lady Veronica.
(Golem chuckles to himself as the camera fades to black.)
(Cue Up: "One More Time" by Flaw. Fade a dark room in Golem's house. Golem sits there watching the tape of Jarod Poe/Michael Manson on an old fashioned televison.)
Golem: Ah...Manson. You arise more times than the plague. I thought I would be able to kill you off at the house show, but before I even get the chance...I find myself staring across the ring from you again. You and Jarod Poe...a triple threat match. An odd situation, to be sure, but not one I am unfamiliar with. You, Michael Manson, I already know and understand your style of wrestling. Basically, it is just ample supply of bravado and self-assurance. All those half-sighted views are supported by the fact you have a shiny strap on your shoulder. Well, looks like I get another chance to take that strap, and without even having to ask for it to be a title match. Looks like you don't carry the big stick that you have in...other leagues. You see, as much as you try to lord your solitary victory over me, I can do just the same to you. I don't request matches with you, Manson, the GLCW constantly sets it up that way. Maybe because they don't want our little war of egos to end in a stalemate. Or, perhaps because they don't want you to weasel your way out of another match with me with your title. I think someone saw and understood what you did with that chair and they knew that, win or lose, that Golem would seek to have another shot at the GLCW's cutest little poster-child. Oh sure, you have idiots fearing and revering you because you can blow fiery beer and chloroform women. But any legitimate claim you ever made against me, like burning me alive...well, they all seem to have been harshly over your realm of accomplishment. You may have blind aspirations to torch my fur, sure, but frankly, you and I both know that you don't have the simple fundamental skills to make that goal a reality. You'll try, you'll fail, then you'll quietly wait for another oppurtunity to fail, and blame me for coming back for more. Golem and those damn never-ending feuds, eh? Oh well, they will continue forever, until you realize that your idiotic goals are out of your grasp. Odd cycle you're in, eh, Manson. I know you're wondering why I haven't given up and went for the TV title, especially with that champion, The Jobber, practically begging me to beat more sense into him. Well, I can do that at the PPV...maybe it will be title vs. title. I guess that depends on my whims at the moment, eh? Oh yeah...Jarod Poe. I guess you're here as well, doubtlessly lost in depressing prayers for your far-gone family. My condolences and all that, if you want it so, but don't expect any mercy in our battle. I will be quite blantant when I say this, you really aren't much of a concern for me in this fight. You are but a simple little obstacle for Golem between him and his ascension above the title-laden Manson. Sure, you have your own little issues with Masked Blazer, well, I would suggest that you save your energy and channel it towards him. I would hate to see you enter that Detroit Street Fight more injured than you already are. Manson is mine and mine alone and I don't want any help with him. No excuses, after all. You see, Poe, you're grand plan when you first entered the GLCW has the same main flaw as Maelstrom's current one. If you guys are seriously seeking the biggest, cruelest, and toughest fighter in this little league, you're just wasting your time with Manson. Golem might not have recently attacked women, but that doesn't somehow make Manson a tough guy. His parlor tricks fool those that beg to be fooled, and Golem is no such fool. Golem weaves through his trickery and tomfoolery and Golem sees the boy who thirsts for attention and doesn't have the legitimate ability to earn it. You want to change my opinion, Manson? Go ahead and try. It will give you just one more objective for you to try and fail at. I am waiting for you, friend. I have been for a long time. This is the deciding match, the third and tie-breaking match-up. The one where you realize just how honestly inferior you are to me. I can't wait...look at me, I have more goosebumps than Lady Veronica.
(Golem chuckles to himself as the camera fades to black.)
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((FADEIN: Michael Manson, GLCW Champion and Pandorian prospect, is sitting in a wheelchair somewhere backstage with the GLCW title belt hanging over his shoulder.))
MANSON: Well, Golem, you did ask what I had done in GLCW. So I took someone who was basically cannon fodder for Maelstrom and just about killed him. Of course if there's someone in the GLCW with woman issues, there's nothing I can do about that. And to be involved in what I was accused, I would have to move awfully fast between preparing for my match and kidnapping someone.
But anyway, I feel like I'm doing one continuously long promo since it seems I'm constantly booked against you. God knows I would have to do something if you were the only person I ever talked to again. But really, it's just proof of your futility. Because you're just playing the same role as Martinez did and that's cannon fodder. If the GLCW actually cared of thought that highly of you, Golem, it'd be you in the ppv match. But as I said, you still have the TV title, which is really all you can get. But I told you that before and you didn't believe me. Now you do, though, I just doubt your pride would allow you to admit it, but just remember the Jobber only wants to defeat you to get to me. So really, no one gives a damn about you either way, now do they?
The fact that you mock the title I carry around is just more indication of how badly you want it. Would you tell me that if you had won the title you'd pitch it into the nearest fireplace because you never wanted it? No, you don't care about it as long as you can't win it. And really no one believes you can anyway, like I said, the ppv match is with Maelstrom, not you. KK..Malec....anyone and everyone would like to see me downed are betting on Maelstrom...whom I can attack anytime I want...anytime I want to ...I can burn or bleed him. Hell, I can drown him in blood and peanut butter. But you, Golem, I would rather just let you live in your delusional world because I know how badly it tears at at you for being inferior. I base my superiorty on the fact that I beat you....which is the entire point to a wrestling match. You had your chance, Golem, and it's gone.
Title shots are handed out like water, case in point, Jarod Poe. How many more times do I have to show him how Catholics are treated in Istanbul? He has done even less than Golem to receive a title shot, yet he keeps getting handed chances at me. The most Poe has done in this promotion is get beaten by me continually and then burned in the face by a guy who shows up every 3 weeks. But all the same, he's just more cannon fodder. A living weapon intended to wound me for Maelstrom because everyone here on earth and everywhere else already knows he barely has the intelligence to use an outhouse, let alone survive a cage match with me.
But that's fine, let the GLCW go about with the whole equal opportunity routine. Maybe someday someone like the Jobber will receive a title shot. And then Golem and Poe can feud over that TV title that has to be so important to them. After all, I've already shown what I do to medium level talent who think that they have the audacity to think themselves equal to me. And I will get around to sending Martinez a post card and one of those portable board games, used for travelling. Because the poor man needs something to do in the hospital. He might not be alone for that long though.
Really, what has either Golem or Poe done that makes them any better than Martinez? Sure, Golem fills the requirement of someone refering to themselves in the third person more often than not, but what else? Well, he'll probably be a fine TV champion. But, no Golem, no one even considers your grudge legitimate. Everyone gave up on you. Hell, I couldn't care less if your obsession is with pinning me or growing a garden. The best you can hope for is if Poe proves himself to be an even greater failure. Because that's really TV title material. If either of you were worth the trouble, I would breathing fire onto you or worse. Martinez had it relatively easy compared to Maelstrom, because with him it's a week by week surgery.
But when you feel the worse, when you realize that an entire promotion has no faith in you other to be maimed by me, do as "Life of Brian" said. All look on the bright side. After all, that could be either of you having their lungs beaten out of them in the cage. And it all really is about the title anyway, no matter what Golem, or Maelstrom, or whatever other bastion of stupidity says trying to preserve their pride. Because without the belt, we wouldn't be having these matches and I wouldn't have had the chance to disturb any of you all so.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson, GLCW Champion and Pandorian prospect, is sitting in a wheelchair somewhere backstage with the GLCW title belt hanging over his shoulder.))
MANSON: Well, Golem, you did ask what I had done in GLCW. So I took someone who was basically cannon fodder for Maelstrom and just about killed him. Of course if there's someone in the GLCW with woman issues, there's nothing I can do about that. And to be involved in what I was accused, I would have to move awfully fast between preparing for my match and kidnapping someone.
But anyway, I feel like I'm doing one continuously long promo since it seems I'm constantly booked against you. God knows I would have to do something if you were the only person I ever talked to again. But really, it's just proof of your futility. Because you're just playing the same role as Martinez did and that's cannon fodder. If the GLCW actually cared of thought that highly of you, Golem, it'd be you in the ppv match. But as I said, you still have the TV title, which is really all you can get. But I told you that before and you didn't believe me. Now you do, though, I just doubt your pride would allow you to admit it, but just remember the Jobber only wants to defeat you to get to me. So really, no one gives a damn about you either way, now do they?
The fact that you mock the title I carry around is just more indication of how badly you want it. Would you tell me that if you had won the title you'd pitch it into the nearest fireplace because you never wanted it? No, you don't care about it as long as you can't win it. And really no one believes you can anyway, like I said, the ppv match is with Maelstrom, not you. KK..Malec....anyone and everyone would like to see me downed are betting on Maelstrom...whom I can attack anytime I want...anytime I want to ...I can burn or bleed him. Hell, I can drown him in blood and peanut butter. But you, Golem, I would rather just let you live in your delusional world because I know how badly it tears at at you for being inferior. I base my superiorty on the fact that I beat you....which is the entire point to a wrestling match. You had your chance, Golem, and it's gone.
Title shots are handed out like water, case in point, Jarod Poe. How many more times do I have to show him how Catholics are treated in Istanbul? He has done even less than Golem to receive a title shot, yet he keeps getting handed chances at me. The most Poe has done in this promotion is get beaten by me continually and then burned in the face by a guy who shows up every 3 weeks. But all the same, he's just more cannon fodder. A living weapon intended to wound me for Maelstrom because everyone here on earth and everywhere else already knows he barely has the intelligence to use an outhouse, let alone survive a cage match with me.
But that's fine, let the GLCW go about with the whole equal opportunity routine. Maybe someday someone like the Jobber will receive a title shot. And then Golem and Poe can feud over that TV title that has to be so important to them. After all, I've already shown what I do to medium level talent who think that they have the audacity to think themselves equal to me. And I will get around to sending Martinez a post card and one of those portable board games, used for travelling. Because the poor man needs something to do in the hospital. He might not be alone for that long though.
Really, what has either Golem or Poe done that makes them any better than Martinez? Sure, Golem fills the requirement of someone refering to themselves in the third person more often than not, but what else? Well, he'll probably be a fine TV champion. But, no Golem, no one even considers your grudge legitimate. Everyone gave up on you. Hell, I couldn't care less if your obsession is with pinning me or growing a garden. The best you can hope for is if Poe proves himself to be an even greater failure. Because that's really TV title material. If either of you were worth the trouble, I would breathing fire onto you or worse. Martinez had it relatively easy compared to Maelstrom, because with him it's a week by week surgery.
But when you feel the worse, when you realize that an entire promotion has no faith in you other to be maimed by me, do as "Life of Brian" said. All look on the bright side. After all, that could be either of you having their lungs beaten out of them in the cage. And it all really is about the title anyway, no matter what Golem, or Maelstrom, or whatever other bastion of stupidity says trying to preserve their pride. Because without the belt, we wouldn't be having these matches and I wouldn't have had the chance to disturb any of you all so.
Reappearing Like Dark After Nightfall...
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-03-02 AT 03:22 PM (EST)](The camera fades into Golem, sitting in his usual position, slouched forward, gazing blankly off into space. He is in a dark room with a single swaying light cascading quiet light across his thoughtful face.)
Golem: Cannon fodder...that's what I am now, eh Manson? I suppose it's better than a mythical character from a card game, but hey...that's all just perception. You honestly believe the tripe you spew, and that's what makes fighting you always the same. You don't bother to learn anything about me, you create grudges for me and then claim you don't care about them, and best of all, you look beyond me to Maelstrom and your battle in the cage. Honestly, I don't know what the GLCW will do when I beat you for the belt. That's one of the very few reasons I actually have any interest in taking it. Maybe they will rush me into a match with Maelstrom to give him the title so you guys's little token fight will actually have some level of meaning to you. I think Mael would be just as content to pound you if there were no title on the line, but hey, who am I to talk on his behalf? It's academic, really, as you will find, because when Golem wants something, Golem oft has little trouble going and getting it. Sure, Manson, you can feign a smile and tell yourself otherwise, but in all the times we've fought and I've laid into you, you've got to understand that I am not the second-tier talent that you would love me to be. Why else would the GLCW "use me to damage" you? Perhaps it's because they can understand the simple fact that I am more dangerous than anyone else in this league, including you, and including Poe. I am also smarter than you, an advantage you may lord over Maelstrom's head but not one you would succeed in lording over mine. Sure, you say that Golem is delusional and his claims don't have any meaning, seeing as how you have already beaten him, an astounding 50% of the time, 33% if you count the tag match. You're logic is broken and, soon, your mind and body will join it. The fact that I am always booked against you doesn't much speak of my futility, so much as it does of your inability to put away anyone in the GLCW, save Troy Martinez. Big accomplishment there, I think I still have some of that man's blood wedged under my claw. (Golem's eyes glaze over as remembers) He started clotting so quick...it was a slow and magic time, when he devoured the claw, I had to make it last. Whether or not you were the one who strung up Jewello like a stuck pig is pretty much academic, because, frankly, I don't care. She was a nuisance and...*whoever*...did it, saved Golem the trouble. Much like any title, I don't care about the TV title or it's champion. I have the TV champion who you tote as real competition beating down my door, begging for a rematch after I personally ended his three-year unpinned streak and took him out of the tournament. Would you have needed to drug and confuse the ref to beat him, as well? I don't know, it's academic, because they threw him a token belt and suddenly he thinks he is as good as Golem. He's alot like you, in some ways, Manson. He has his pretty little championship and suddenly it makes him appear great in your gold-encrusted eyes. You say I had my chance, and it's gone. Odd, because the way I see it, I am currently preparing for a match versus you, but I could wildly off base. You say it tears at me for being inferior, well, that's great. You go ahead, smile happily, pretend that you aren't the inferior one. Imagine that my lack of tin is not only proof of my self-hatred creating inferiority, but also proof of how desperately I want it. A title doesn't mean anything if no one cares about it, and save you and Jobber, and maybe the great Troy Martinez, no one here cares about your title. Maelstrom has the same goal as I do, and that's to shut you up for once. I understand taking your title won't actually kill you, but hey, it will tear a nice wide gash through your fragile self-image and maybe you'll bleed to death. A boy has to have dreams, doesn't he? (Golem looks up to the sky as he ponders aloud) I wonder if, after I, of course, take Manson's pretty little strap, I should go give it to Troy Martinez. I mean, the man has been through so much, and hey, as long as Manson doesn't have it, I am happy. Or maybe Poe, I am sure that man will also suffer a substantial amount of injuries when the three of us square off. Will Manson injure him? No...he's never succeeded in all his tries previous to this, so why should he now? Obviously this just another one of Manson's shortcomings that Golem will have to undertake to make this match look half-way respectable. You were right when you said Troy would be gaining hospital-mates, but you're sadly mistaken if you think you will ever find Golem there. Do I want your title, Manson? No, not especially. But do I want to see you lose it, see the anger and impotence in your inferior little brooding eyes as I take it from you and you can do nothing about it? I most certainly do. And Golem shall take it, as he says he will. Oh well, there is always the TV title, right Manson? I see you and Jobber have such a vested interest in eachother, you guys can fight over that belt while I will gladly assume your role in the cage across from Maelstrom. Then you'll be done with me forever, my beautiful marionette....until you come crawling back for more. And you will. They always do...until I break them.
(Fade to black.)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-03-02 AT 03:22 PM (EST)](The camera fades into Golem, sitting in his usual position, slouched forward, gazing blankly off into space. He is in a dark room with a single swaying light cascading quiet light across his thoughtful face.)
Golem: Cannon fodder...that's what I am now, eh Manson? I suppose it's better than a mythical character from a card game, but hey...that's all just perception. You honestly believe the tripe you spew, and that's what makes fighting you always the same. You don't bother to learn anything about me, you create grudges for me and then claim you don't care about them, and best of all, you look beyond me to Maelstrom and your battle in the cage. Honestly, I don't know what the GLCW will do when I beat you for the belt. That's one of the very few reasons I actually have any interest in taking it. Maybe they will rush me into a match with Maelstrom to give him the title so you guys's little token fight will actually have some level of meaning to you. I think Mael would be just as content to pound you if there were no title on the line, but hey, who am I to talk on his behalf? It's academic, really, as you will find, because when Golem wants something, Golem oft has little trouble going and getting it. Sure, Manson, you can feign a smile and tell yourself otherwise, but in all the times we've fought and I've laid into you, you've got to understand that I am not the second-tier talent that you would love me to be. Why else would the GLCW "use me to damage" you? Perhaps it's because they can understand the simple fact that I am more dangerous than anyone else in this league, including you, and including Poe. I am also smarter than you, an advantage you may lord over Maelstrom's head but not one you would succeed in lording over mine. Sure, you say that Golem is delusional and his claims don't have any meaning, seeing as how you have already beaten him, an astounding 50% of the time, 33% if you count the tag match. You're logic is broken and, soon, your mind and body will join it. The fact that I am always booked against you doesn't much speak of my futility, so much as it does of your inability to put away anyone in the GLCW, save Troy Martinez. Big accomplishment there, I think I still have some of that man's blood wedged under my claw. (Golem's eyes glaze over as remembers) He started clotting so quick...it was a slow and magic time, when he devoured the claw, I had to make it last. Whether or not you were the one who strung up Jewello like a stuck pig is pretty much academic, because, frankly, I don't care. She was a nuisance and...*whoever*...did it, saved Golem the trouble. Much like any title, I don't care about the TV title or it's champion. I have the TV champion who you tote as real competition beating down my door, begging for a rematch after I personally ended his three-year unpinned streak and took him out of the tournament. Would you have needed to drug and confuse the ref to beat him, as well? I don't know, it's academic, because they threw him a token belt and suddenly he thinks he is as good as Golem. He's alot like you, in some ways, Manson. He has his pretty little championship and suddenly it makes him appear great in your gold-encrusted eyes. You say I had my chance, and it's gone. Odd, because the way I see it, I am currently preparing for a match versus you, but I could wildly off base. You say it tears at me for being inferior, well, that's great. You go ahead, smile happily, pretend that you aren't the inferior one. Imagine that my lack of tin is not only proof of my self-hatred creating inferiority, but also proof of how desperately I want it. A title doesn't mean anything if no one cares about it, and save you and Jobber, and maybe the great Troy Martinez, no one here cares about your title. Maelstrom has the same goal as I do, and that's to shut you up for once. I understand taking your title won't actually kill you, but hey, it will tear a nice wide gash through your fragile self-image and maybe you'll bleed to death. A boy has to have dreams, doesn't he? (Golem looks up to the sky as he ponders aloud) I wonder if, after I, of course, take Manson's pretty little strap, I should go give it to Troy Martinez. I mean, the man has been through so much, and hey, as long as Manson doesn't have it, I am happy. Or maybe Poe, I am sure that man will also suffer a substantial amount of injuries when the three of us square off. Will Manson injure him? No...he's never succeeded in all his tries previous to this, so why should he now? Obviously this just another one of Manson's shortcomings that Golem will have to undertake to make this match look half-way respectable. You were right when you said Troy would be gaining hospital-mates, but you're sadly mistaken if you think you will ever find Golem there. Do I want your title, Manson? No, not especially. But do I want to see you lose it, see the anger and impotence in your inferior little brooding eyes as I take it from you and you can do nothing about it? I most certainly do. And Golem shall take it, as he says he will. Oh well, there is always the TV title, right Manson? I see you and Jobber have such a vested interest in eachother, you guys can fight over that belt while I will gladly assume your role in the cage across from Maelstrom. Then you'll be done with me forever, my beautiful marionette....until you come crawling back for more. And you will. They always do...until I break them.
(Fade to black.)
Taking a moment
(The camera opens on another late night at Detriot Iron works. It's well after 10 PM as Jarod Poe strolls into the all night gym. Already breaking a sweat from ja jog through the cold night air he now slows down his haeart rate as he removes the leather jacket and t-shirt that clad his uoppper body. the camera zooms in close on his tribal tattoos as they outline his muscular upper body. Preparing to start his rigerous hour long workout he takes a few moments to sit on the bench press and look into the camera)
Poe: Well hello boys. Thought I'd take a little time-out and stick my two cents in the verbal battle you two seem to rant on endlessly about. I couldn't care about you...you couldn't care about me. You both take your turns firing one verbal shot over each other's bow. Well here's a newsflash fro the two of you...I could careless for either of you. Yes for Mikey's cowardly actions...I could care less. For you Golem for you rants one quickly after another...I could care less. You see for me there's only one real point to this match...that's {points to the camera} That's you Mikey...that's your GLCW World Title.
(Jarod smiles at the thought of it)
Poe: You must not be excited to see me again Mikey. You thought I'd just disappear into the depths of this league after you smashed that piece of Iron into my face to keep what you hold so dearly. We all know you hold thta gold belt with a death grip Mikey....we all know that losing that...well it might send you overn an edge even more thne you already are. See I've had along time to think sinc eout last meeting. Granted I've been busy tearing The Jobber to pieces over a title I never wanted...beating the scrubs of this league who thought they were something and I've been almost amused at Blazer's pathetic attempt to try and get back at me for showing him my disrespect. Well they all failed and all along I've kept my eye on the one time that I can admit I've failed. I didn't take your title Mikey, but this time...{smiles}...this time will be different
(Jarod stands up to adjust the weight on the bar behind him. He adds on anothe rtwenty pounds to each side and sits back down)
Poe: As for you Golem...I could really care less...I mean you actually wanted the TV Title. {smiles} Good for you, but me I found it nothing more the settling fro second best. I found that there's only one belt that matters and there's only one person it matters too...that's you Mikey. You hold that gold more precious then all other and I'll admit I'm really looking forward to seeing Maelstrom destroy you for it inside a steel cage. {shrugs} yet at the same time I can't help, but take my chance to rob away you most hailed prize and the at the PPV watch Maelstrom tear you apart over...well nothing. Now Mikey I'm sure you give me some long speech about how you've beaten me once...you'll do it again. After all I'm just cannon fodder am I not. Well that's fine Mikey...you keep that confident and cocky approach...you overlook they people you seem unworthy and sooner then later all will bite you in the ass.
(Jarod stands and pulls on his lifting gloves. He covers his hands heavy with chalk and prepares for his first set of reps)
Poe: I've let two chances you ne the GLCW World Champion go by...I'm not going to let that happen again. I'm nott he same man you faced before. I'm hungry and I've been rather angry as of late. I've taken brutal action towards the people who have stood in my way Mikey and now both you and Golem stand there targets painted on your back. Well then I'll take my best shot. As ytou know the beast is always hungry Mikey...you've felt him before. Saw the darkness when I dropped on you on your head with The Sudden Impact...well you both can feel that if you want. I'm coming for this match..not for any silly vendetta or war of words. I want to TAKE your title Mikey...and nothing more. The only question is...will you both be my victim?
(Jarod lays back down and wraps his hands around the bar)
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(The camera opens on another late night at Detriot Iron works. It's well after 10 PM as Jarod Poe strolls into the all night gym. Already breaking a sweat from ja jog through the cold night air he now slows down his haeart rate as he removes the leather jacket and t-shirt that clad his uoppper body. the camera zooms in close on his tribal tattoos as they outline his muscular upper body. Preparing to start his rigerous hour long workout he takes a few moments to sit on the bench press and look into the camera)
Poe: Well hello boys. Thought I'd take a little time-out and stick my two cents in the verbal battle you two seem to rant on endlessly about. I couldn't care about you...you couldn't care about me. You both take your turns firing one verbal shot over each other's bow. Well here's a newsflash fro the two of you...I could careless for either of you. Yes for Mikey's cowardly actions...I could care less. For you Golem for you rants one quickly after another...I could care less. You see for me there's only one real point to this match...that's {points to the camera} That's you Mikey...that's your GLCW World Title.
(Jarod smiles at the thought of it)
Poe: You must not be excited to see me again Mikey. You thought I'd just disappear into the depths of this league after you smashed that piece of Iron into my face to keep what you hold so dearly. We all know you hold thta gold belt with a death grip Mikey....we all know that losing that...well it might send you overn an edge even more thne you already are. See I've had along time to think sinc eout last meeting. Granted I've been busy tearing The Jobber to pieces over a title I never wanted...beating the scrubs of this league who thought they were something and I've been almost amused at Blazer's pathetic attempt to try and get back at me for showing him my disrespect. Well they all failed and all along I've kept my eye on the one time that I can admit I've failed. I didn't take your title Mikey, but this time...{smiles}...this time will be different
(Jarod stands up to adjust the weight on the bar behind him. He adds on anothe rtwenty pounds to each side and sits back down)
Poe: As for you Golem...I could really care less...I mean you actually wanted the TV Title. {smiles} Good for you, but me I found it nothing more the settling fro second best. I found that there's only one belt that matters and there's only one person it matters too...that's you Mikey. You hold that gold more precious then all other and I'll admit I'm really looking forward to seeing Maelstrom destroy you for it inside a steel cage. {shrugs} yet at the same time I can't help, but take my chance to rob away you most hailed prize and the at the PPV watch Maelstrom tear you apart over...well nothing. Now Mikey I'm sure you give me some long speech about how you've beaten me once...you'll do it again. After all I'm just cannon fodder am I not. Well that's fine Mikey...you keep that confident and cocky approach...you overlook they people you seem unworthy and sooner then later all will bite you in the ass.
(Jarod stands and pulls on his lifting gloves. He covers his hands heavy with chalk and prepares for his first set of reps)
Poe: I've let two chances you ne the GLCW World Champion go by...I'm not going to let that happen again. I'm nott he same man you faced before. I'm hungry and I've been rather angry as of late. I've taken brutal action towards the people who have stood in my way Mikey and now both you and Golem stand there targets painted on your back. Well then I'll take my best shot. As ytou know the beast is always hungry Mikey...you've felt him before. Saw the darkness when I dropped on you on your head with The Sudden Impact...well you both can feel that if you want. I'm coming for this match..not for any silly vendetta or war of words. I want to TAKE your title Mikey...and nothing more. The only question is...will you both be my victim?
(Jarod lays back down and wraps his hands around the bar)
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Manson
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Legacy
((FADEIN: Michael Manson is in as secluded area dimmly lit. It cannot be told whether it's backstage at some arena or somewhere else, besides does anyone really want to know where Manson hangs out at. He has on a long sleeved black shirt and leather pants with the title belt shining on the floor in front of him.))
MANSON: My logic is flawed, Golem? Let me help you out. I defeated you..pinned you...outsmarted you....in short I kicked your ass. Yet you continually go on about being something I should be afraid of. You once asked me what I had done, well Troy Martinez almost bled to death and lost. He might as well be dead because his life will never have any real meaning again even if he does regain all motor functions. Now, Golem, what have you done? Lost to me...could only get out of another match with a disqualification....the rest is all simply talk.
But from your talk, you want to be acknowledged as the greatest fighter or something akin to that. Now, really, how is that going to happen? In the history of this industry, not a single person has gotten over their pride and ego to admit someone is better than them, so that's not going to happen. Of course you can say they actually know it already, but that's not really knowing anything. So, basically, the only thing you can have to prove anything is the title. What if is there for you to have a legacy other wise than winning? Have you inspired loyalty? Have you inspired love? And please don't make a pathetic attempt to hire people to wear robes and act as your followers because anyone can do that.
So your only legacy can be what you achieved, what you have done. And so far, it's nothing. And you do care about the title, you do care what other people think. Otherwise, you wouldn't bother with a name like "Golem", you wouldn't bother talking to anyone. In fact, you wouldn't compete in a public forum. But even in this you have failed.
Because you are cannon fodder, Golem. Being little more than an RPG fantasy character makes you ideal for this. You can't ever be anything more. Everyone watched me break Martinez's face, they saw me throw fire and then watch the victim attacked when he needed the help of medicine's finest. They wouldn't want to waste anyone significant against me, not before the vaulted supercard. They already you won't beat me, Golem, or Poe. I don't need to claim to be superior, I already showed it. That's why I have the title and you don't. that's why the GLCW banks everything on hoping that Maelstrom, for whatever, reason can stop me. You both already failed, why risk anyone else?
The disturbing thing here, is as I pointed out before to Poe, is how the GLCW rewards failure. Twice, I've made Poe into little more in my prison ##### without the sexual overtones. Golem can't even win a tag match. And Maelstrom is given a title match for no real reason either. Of course, these are the minds that think King Krusher is an authority figure and that fines and stern warnings will stop a champion crazier than Mariah Carey.
This isn't a match. In fact, the only thing that propels it into a main event is my presence alone since no one would rightly care if Golem and Poe killed each other with kitchen forks. No, it's a tragedy really. That works better than comedy since humor can be so subjective. And people watching me down the both of you again and again does create pathos. The hope, at least from the office, is that Maelstrom will ride in and save the both of you. Of course, the classic tragedies always ended in death, but there's worse things. Really, just ask Martinez if he ever wakes up again. It's much sadder than Poe being locked in his basement by his parents with nothing more than a bucket for his entire childhood.
Well, sad to everyone but me. Golem, you would think that I smile, but really it's a rare thing. I think I may subconsciously save them up, for just the right moments. I might be smiling more often soon though. After all, the GLCW basically offered up two lambs to me as sacrifices. Poe can change all right, into the invalid that shares a bedpan with Martinez.
For all that I've been accused of, I probably have to do worse now, that's the nature of expectations. But fear not, Golem, I will be smiling, wide and bright. Because maiming the two of you will be just like beating up a woman, just not as much screaming. But you two can do that on your own, as I'm sure Poe already does to pick up women at poetry readings. But Golem, I think you'll scream when you're in that TV title match, and you admit to yourself that I was right, that I predicted the whole thing. Then the Jobber will probably beat you and eventually earn a title shot at me. But that's fine, at least he would have earned it.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson is in as secluded area dimmly lit. It cannot be told whether it's backstage at some arena or somewhere else, besides does anyone really want to know where Manson hangs out at. He has on a long sleeved black shirt and leather pants with the title belt shining on the floor in front of him.))
MANSON: My logic is flawed, Golem? Let me help you out. I defeated you..pinned you...outsmarted you....in short I kicked your ass. Yet you continually go on about being something I should be afraid of. You once asked me what I had done, well Troy Martinez almost bled to death and lost. He might as well be dead because his life will never have any real meaning again even if he does regain all motor functions. Now, Golem, what have you done? Lost to me...could only get out of another match with a disqualification....the rest is all simply talk.
But from your talk, you want to be acknowledged as the greatest fighter or something akin to that. Now, really, how is that going to happen? In the history of this industry, not a single person has gotten over their pride and ego to admit someone is better than them, so that's not going to happen. Of course you can say they actually know it already, but that's not really knowing anything. So, basically, the only thing you can have to prove anything is the title. What if is there for you to have a legacy other wise than winning? Have you inspired loyalty? Have you inspired love? And please don't make a pathetic attempt to hire people to wear robes and act as your followers because anyone can do that.
So your only legacy can be what you achieved, what you have done. And so far, it's nothing. And you do care about the title, you do care what other people think. Otherwise, you wouldn't bother with a name like "Golem", you wouldn't bother talking to anyone. In fact, you wouldn't compete in a public forum. But even in this you have failed.
Because you are cannon fodder, Golem. Being little more than an RPG fantasy character makes you ideal for this. You can't ever be anything more. Everyone watched me break Martinez's face, they saw me throw fire and then watch the victim attacked when he needed the help of medicine's finest. They wouldn't want to waste anyone significant against me, not before the vaulted supercard. They already you won't beat me, Golem, or Poe. I don't need to claim to be superior, I already showed it. That's why I have the title and you don't. that's why the GLCW banks everything on hoping that Maelstrom, for whatever, reason can stop me. You both already failed, why risk anyone else?
The disturbing thing here, is as I pointed out before to Poe, is how the GLCW rewards failure. Twice, I've made Poe into little more in my prison ##### without the sexual overtones. Golem can't even win a tag match. And Maelstrom is given a title match for no real reason either. Of course, these are the minds that think King Krusher is an authority figure and that fines and stern warnings will stop a champion crazier than Mariah Carey.
This isn't a match. In fact, the only thing that propels it into a main event is my presence alone since no one would rightly care if Golem and Poe killed each other with kitchen forks. No, it's a tragedy really. That works better than comedy since humor can be so subjective. And people watching me down the both of you again and again does create pathos. The hope, at least from the office, is that Maelstrom will ride in and save the both of you. Of course, the classic tragedies always ended in death, but there's worse things. Really, just ask Martinez if he ever wakes up again. It's much sadder than Poe being locked in his basement by his parents with nothing more than a bucket for his entire childhood.
Well, sad to everyone but me. Golem, you would think that I smile, but really it's a rare thing. I think I may subconsciously save them up, for just the right moments. I might be smiling more often soon though. After all, the GLCW basically offered up two lambs to me as sacrifices. Poe can change all right, into the invalid that shares a bedpan with Martinez.
For all that I've been accused of, I probably have to do worse now, that's the nature of expectations. But fear not, Golem, I will be smiling, wide and bright. Because maiming the two of you will be just like beating up a woman, just not as much screaming. But you two can do that on your own, as I'm sure Poe already does to pick up women at poetry readings. But Golem, I think you'll scream when you're in that TV title match, and you admit to yourself that I was right, that I predicted the whole thing. Then the Jobber will probably beat you and eventually earn a title shot at me. But that's fine, at least he would have earned it.
A King's Reign (The Crown Soaked In Blood)...
(Cue Up: "Terrible Lie" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem's house, a small room that is made smaller by having one of it's walls completely covered by a bookcase. Through a near-side door, Golem walks in. He accustoms himself to the surroundings and stretches on a wooden chair. He cracks his neck and turns to the camera.)
Golem: Well, you've got a solid position, Manson. Mounted in your firm and knowledgable grasp of He Said-She Said, you churn out your wonderful misinterpretations of events, molded to your liking. You basically change my argument to a completely different stance so as to better your ingenius antithesis, and anything I outwordly state against you, you are compelled to the astounding argument of "Nuh uh". I ask what you have accomplished, and you state Troy Martinez. Troy...Martinez. I am just going to let that marinate for a second. Why would a wrestler the caliber of Golem give two thoughts to what you can do to Troy Martinez? Saddest part of it, something you conviently forgot, was you had to cheat to beat Martinez. Now, frankly, that just leaves Golem in a stupor. Golem, on the other hand, had a humbled and shattered Martinez hobbling out of the ring, under the assistance of Karen and America's Favorite Referee, a failure, after beating him fairly. Honestly, I was fighting off Mr. Dread at the same time and I still didn't get slowed down at all. Fact is, Michael, my boy, nothing this league has thrown at Golem has slowed him down. Not Troy, not you, not anybody. Maybe that irritates you, befuddles you to the point where you don't quite know what it is you are saying before you have already said it. And the way you contort the fact you lost to me...to say I "escaped" with a disqualification, is a masterpiece. Face it, Manson, you realized you couldn't beat me, and you got scared. You made sure the ref was looking and used a chair to keep your belt. If I was the one escaping, how come it was you who was one who got himself intentionally disqualified? What's the matter, Michael? Can't beat me like a man? I'd love to see you try to make me submit. I agree when you say there is no other legacy other than winning that can be left on the world. That's why Golem will always have a legacy, because he is winner. His record is identical to yours, Michael, in case you didn't know. I have victories over the TV champion, I had an uncounted fall versus your boys, the Unholy Alliance, and most important, I beat you, Manson. Wrap that around however you feel, doesn't change anything. (Golem chuckles) Listen, Manson, I compete in a public forum for a similar reason you do. I wrestle in the GLCW because I thirst for the battle, the kill. I'm not much for the hunt, you see. I like the fact the GLCW is ready and willing to offer up undaunted fools such as yourself unto the slaughterhouse. I am fed, boy, and I enjoy that. Surely, if even a sliver of your bravado is true, you also enjoy hurting those that you can, for the sheer fact THAT you can. It's a great showing of superiority. You say you don't claim to be superior? Of course you claim to be superior, Manson, you have oft gone into several minute-long, midget-laced tirades about it, and the only person who was listening was you. And maybe Tempest. You claim you're crazy, and that you're merciless. I'm tired of hearing it, Manson, no one knows it better than me how futile your claims are. Come on, I have been around longer than you have, I have had my titles too, and idiotic boasting won't impress me. Manson, you kid yourself and everyone else if you think that the only reason this is a main event is because you're in it. It's a main event because everyone was aware before we first ever squared off that Golem was the superior of the two and they are just waiting for me to be their token champion. Well, Manson, I am not you. I am not Maelstrom. I am not here to play the hero. I am the destroyer, the crusher of these things. I thrive on the crumbling, friend. I think I find more humor in your actions than you do, Manson. I was laughing when you hurt Martinez, where as you were praying that it would give you some degree of credibility. Sure, go ahead and cripple Martinez. Break McMillan's legs. Snap Steven James's neck. I am not about to visit their hospital side. Because, as many as people you have injured, I have injured that much more, and I have done it with a smile and chuckle. I never needed weapons, see, (Golem strokes his claw) I was born with mine. I am not Troy, nor am I Jarod, nor have you ever been able to teach me anything prison-wise. Whether or not you SMILE is about as important to Golem as whether or not you wear your title belt or a tutu, I could seriously care less. I do greatly suggest you dance for me, though, because hey, (Golem shrugs his shoulders) maybe then I won't take your title.
(Golem pushes his hand through his coarse hair and cracks a few knuckles.)
Golem: But I tire of you Manson. Onto...other things. Jarod Poe. I question your logic...or at least I would, if you actually ever had any. I mean, you get torched by a recluse and expect to get any type of respect? You don't like my rants? Well, heh, do something about it. Fact is, you can't. You're a born nobody and living shell of a man. Maybe that was your parents fault at one time. Soon enough, I shall hollow you out good and smooth. Then everyone can blame it on me. Sure, you say this time will be different, and maybe if it were just you and Michael, it would be. But frankly, it isn't. It's Manson and Golem, and you should worry more about your own safety than a piece of tin of Manson's. You want the title of Manson? Then stay out of my way, and maybe I will mail it to you. Heh, you say I actually wanted the TV title, that's odd, because I am not fighting for that, despite the champion beating down Golem's door. No, I, in fact, am the only person in this league to hold a victory over Manson, something you were never able to do and something you'll never get a chance at again, at least not for the belt. Do you know why? Because Golem doesn't let little worthless puppets like you show him up. As much as I would like to see you and Manson try vainly to hurt eachother, well, you both seem to fight rather femininely and it would just take too long. You guys can understand my dilemma, can't you? Frankly, you have the same problem as Manson, Jarod. You can't see the forest for the trees, you fail to comprehend the uncomfortable truth placed right in front of your face. Fact is, Jarod, plain and simple, I am better than you. You can be mean and moody and all that, but for your fancy titles, you aren't a tenth of what I am. (Golem cracks his neck) Manson, I can't wait to see you and Jarod at Riptide. Tell yourself that I am just a roadblock between you and Maelstrom. Here's the downer...it's a roadblock that you just don't have what it takes to get passed.
(Fade to black.)
(Cue Up: "Terrible Lie" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem's house, a small room that is made smaller by having one of it's walls completely covered by a bookcase. Through a near-side door, Golem walks in. He accustoms himself to the surroundings and stretches on a wooden chair. He cracks his neck and turns to the camera.)
Golem: Well, you've got a solid position, Manson. Mounted in your firm and knowledgable grasp of He Said-She Said, you churn out your wonderful misinterpretations of events, molded to your liking. You basically change my argument to a completely different stance so as to better your ingenius antithesis, and anything I outwordly state against you, you are compelled to the astounding argument of "Nuh uh". I ask what you have accomplished, and you state Troy Martinez. Troy...Martinez. I am just going to let that marinate for a second. Why would a wrestler the caliber of Golem give two thoughts to what you can do to Troy Martinez? Saddest part of it, something you conviently forgot, was you had to cheat to beat Martinez. Now, frankly, that just leaves Golem in a stupor. Golem, on the other hand, had a humbled and shattered Martinez hobbling out of the ring, under the assistance of Karen and America's Favorite Referee, a failure, after beating him fairly. Honestly, I was fighting off Mr. Dread at the same time and I still didn't get slowed down at all. Fact is, Michael, my boy, nothing this league has thrown at Golem has slowed him down. Not Troy, not you, not anybody. Maybe that irritates you, befuddles you to the point where you don't quite know what it is you are saying before you have already said it. And the way you contort the fact you lost to me...to say I "escaped" with a disqualification, is a masterpiece. Face it, Manson, you realized you couldn't beat me, and you got scared. You made sure the ref was looking and used a chair to keep your belt. If I was the one escaping, how come it was you who was one who got himself intentionally disqualified? What's the matter, Michael? Can't beat me like a man? I'd love to see you try to make me submit. I agree when you say there is no other legacy other than winning that can be left on the world. That's why Golem will always have a legacy, because he is winner. His record is identical to yours, Michael, in case you didn't know. I have victories over the TV champion, I had an uncounted fall versus your boys, the Unholy Alliance, and most important, I beat you, Manson. Wrap that around however you feel, doesn't change anything. (Golem chuckles) Listen, Manson, I compete in a public forum for a similar reason you do. I wrestle in the GLCW because I thirst for the battle, the kill. I'm not much for the hunt, you see. I like the fact the GLCW is ready and willing to offer up undaunted fools such as yourself unto the slaughterhouse. I am fed, boy, and I enjoy that. Surely, if even a sliver of your bravado is true, you also enjoy hurting those that you can, for the sheer fact THAT you can. It's a great showing of superiority. You say you don't claim to be superior? Of course you claim to be superior, Manson, you have oft gone into several minute-long, midget-laced tirades about it, and the only person who was listening was you. And maybe Tempest. You claim you're crazy, and that you're merciless. I'm tired of hearing it, Manson, no one knows it better than me how futile your claims are. Come on, I have been around longer than you have, I have had my titles too, and idiotic boasting won't impress me. Manson, you kid yourself and everyone else if you think that the only reason this is a main event is because you're in it. It's a main event because everyone was aware before we first ever squared off that Golem was the superior of the two and they are just waiting for me to be their token champion. Well, Manson, I am not you. I am not Maelstrom. I am not here to play the hero. I am the destroyer, the crusher of these things. I thrive on the crumbling, friend. I think I find more humor in your actions than you do, Manson. I was laughing when you hurt Martinez, where as you were praying that it would give you some degree of credibility. Sure, go ahead and cripple Martinez. Break McMillan's legs. Snap Steven James's neck. I am not about to visit their hospital side. Because, as many as people you have injured, I have injured that much more, and I have done it with a smile and chuckle. I never needed weapons, see, (Golem strokes his claw) I was born with mine. I am not Troy, nor am I Jarod, nor have you ever been able to teach me anything prison-wise. Whether or not you SMILE is about as important to Golem as whether or not you wear your title belt or a tutu, I could seriously care less. I do greatly suggest you dance for me, though, because hey, (Golem shrugs his shoulders) maybe then I won't take your title.
(Golem pushes his hand through his coarse hair and cracks a few knuckles.)
Golem: But I tire of you Manson. Onto...other things. Jarod Poe. I question your logic...or at least I would, if you actually ever had any. I mean, you get torched by a recluse and expect to get any type of respect? You don't like my rants? Well, heh, do something about it. Fact is, you can't. You're a born nobody and living shell of a man. Maybe that was your parents fault at one time. Soon enough, I shall hollow you out good and smooth. Then everyone can blame it on me. Sure, you say this time will be different, and maybe if it were just you and Michael, it would be. But frankly, it isn't. It's Manson and Golem, and you should worry more about your own safety than a piece of tin of Manson's. You want the title of Manson? Then stay out of my way, and maybe I will mail it to you. Heh, you say I actually wanted the TV title, that's odd, because I am not fighting for that, despite the champion beating down Golem's door. No, I, in fact, am the only person in this league to hold a victory over Manson, something you were never able to do and something you'll never get a chance at again, at least not for the belt. Do you know why? Because Golem doesn't let little worthless puppets like you show him up. As much as I would like to see you and Manson try vainly to hurt eachother, well, you both seem to fight rather femininely and it would just take too long. You guys can understand my dilemma, can't you? Frankly, you have the same problem as Manson, Jarod. You can't see the forest for the trees, you fail to comprehend the uncomfortable truth placed right in front of your face. Fact is, Jarod, plain and simple, I am better than you. You can be mean and moody and all that, but for your fancy titles, you aren't a tenth of what I am. (Golem cracks his neck) Manson, I can't wait to see you and Jarod at Riptide. Tell yourself that I am just a roadblock between you and Maelstrom. Here's the downer...it's a roadblock that you just don't have what it takes to get passed.
(Fade to black.)
Manson
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Enter the Gollum
((FADEIN Michael Manson is in a locker room with a wall filled with undeveloped photos. The GLCW title belt is hanging on a wall while Manson sits Indian-style on the floor, watching develop.))
MANSON: I know well how one rejects all realities but their own, all their wills but their own. I do it all the time and it works me, hence the whole championship thing. Facts, however, are indisputable. Golem, claiming I know I can't beat you is a foolish and quite delusional. I did beat you, I beat cleanly and soundly without question. Another match ended in a disqualification, the universal sign that the match meant nothing and didn't have any real resolution, but since I acted as always did, take it up with the official. However, you did not pin me, you did make me submit, as if anyone could. So actually, as I said, you did nothing, which sums up your GLCW career nicely. I, however, have almost killed someone and won a title, but that's what makes me the champion.
And the TV title is good for 2 types of wrestlers:
1) Wrestlers on the way toward the upper ranks.
2) Those who will never be in the upper ranks and can only be secondary.
You, Golem, are secondary and will always be. You have failed twice in attempts to win the title. There are people who will never receive a single title shot at all and you wasted it. But that's why you're only TV title material. Fear not, though. Being champion, I have to set a good example for all the younger fans out there. Therefore, I've devised a plan to save your livelihood.
First, wait until December 18th for the Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers to debut. Then change your name to "Gollum" to ride off the franchise's fortunes. You can still do the whole third-person thing with that name "Gollum drinks oceans, Gollum touches burning stars." But then of course, after the TV title, you're at a dead end since you can't possibly go any higher.
That's when you use what's left of your 15 minutes of fame and head over to the porn industry. Sure, you'll have to work your way up. At first, you'll have to only take small parts like retarded guy #3 who watches form under the stairs. But work hard, and eventually "Gollum Come" will be the guy spraying microwave hardened milk all over his torso.
That TV title will intimidate all who try to take the prono crown away from you. Anders Climaxx...Ron Jeremy...will all be respectful of a champion. Just remember to scatch the 'TV' off the belt and no one will really know you're a failure. The porno world will be your kingdom and no one will ever know how much of a failure you were elsewhere, but it was too hard, so you gave up.
But like all porn stars, your career will hit a down turn. Your theme works great for porn involving necrophilia and beating women, so that's where you end up. You take to beating women so much, you don't stop. In prison though, everyone respects the champion, they don't know it's only the TV title, and everyone gets to be your #####. So finally, that claw gets put to good use.
And the joy you get from beating a woman..the high...the overriding sense of accomplishment is what I feel from beating a woman. And since beating you is similar to beating up a woman, you'll also have the satisfaction of knowing you've given me and future porno fans a reason to smile.
But you won't be alone, no sir. Jarod Poe will have lost so many times by then, that he'll need a new job, and luckily, he knows you. Every porn superstar needs a reliable camera man. He can even help reenact what he did for his father to make sure he always had a bucket while locked in the basement. And of course, he'll always be your cellmate who can tell people of those epic TV title matches you had throughout your career, friends through eternity. All because neither of you were beaten by me, but that's all right. Not everyone is GLCW champion material.
So don't feel bad for being a warm-up act for Maelstrom, don't feel bad for being wasted as time filler for a tv show, because you are the future of porn. All because, you have the potential to be a great TV champion. And that means, even if the Jobber never gets a title shot at me, he still has something to look forward to.
((FADEIN Michael Manson is in a locker room with a wall filled with undeveloped photos. The GLCW title belt is hanging on a wall while Manson sits Indian-style on the floor, watching develop.))
MANSON: I know well how one rejects all realities but their own, all their wills but their own. I do it all the time and it works me, hence the whole championship thing. Facts, however, are indisputable. Golem, claiming I know I can't beat you is a foolish and quite delusional. I did beat you, I beat cleanly and soundly without question. Another match ended in a disqualification, the universal sign that the match meant nothing and didn't have any real resolution, but since I acted as always did, take it up with the official. However, you did not pin me, you did make me submit, as if anyone could. So actually, as I said, you did nothing, which sums up your GLCW career nicely. I, however, have almost killed someone and won a title, but that's what makes me the champion.
And the TV title is good for 2 types of wrestlers:
1) Wrestlers on the way toward the upper ranks.
2) Those who will never be in the upper ranks and can only be secondary.
You, Golem, are secondary and will always be. You have failed twice in attempts to win the title. There are people who will never receive a single title shot at all and you wasted it. But that's why you're only TV title material. Fear not, though. Being champion, I have to set a good example for all the younger fans out there. Therefore, I've devised a plan to save your livelihood.
First, wait until December 18th for the Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers to debut. Then change your name to "Gollum" to ride off the franchise's fortunes. You can still do the whole third-person thing with that name "Gollum drinks oceans, Gollum touches burning stars." But then of course, after the TV title, you're at a dead end since you can't possibly go any higher.
That's when you use what's left of your 15 minutes of fame and head over to the porn industry. Sure, you'll have to work your way up. At first, you'll have to only take small parts like retarded guy #3 who watches form under the stairs. But work hard, and eventually "Gollum Come" will be the guy spraying microwave hardened milk all over his torso.
That TV title will intimidate all who try to take the prono crown away from you. Anders Climaxx...Ron Jeremy...will all be respectful of a champion. Just remember to scatch the 'TV' off the belt and no one will really know you're a failure. The porno world will be your kingdom and no one will ever know how much of a failure you were elsewhere, but it was too hard, so you gave up.
But like all porn stars, your career will hit a down turn. Your theme works great for porn involving necrophilia and beating women, so that's where you end up. You take to beating women so much, you don't stop. In prison though, everyone respects the champion, they don't know it's only the TV title, and everyone gets to be your #####. So finally, that claw gets put to good use.
And the joy you get from beating a woman..the high...the overriding sense of accomplishment is what I feel from beating a woman. And since beating you is similar to beating up a woman, you'll also have the satisfaction of knowing you've given me and future porno fans a reason to smile.
But you won't be alone, no sir. Jarod Poe will have lost so many times by then, that he'll need a new job, and luckily, he knows you. Every porn superstar needs a reliable camera man. He can even help reenact what he did for his father to make sure he always had a bucket while locked in the basement. And of course, he'll always be your cellmate who can tell people of those epic TV title matches you had throughout your career, friends through eternity. All because neither of you were beaten by me, but that's all right. Not everyone is GLCW champion material.
So don't feel bad for being a warm-up act for Maelstrom, don't feel bad for being wasted as time filler for a tv show, because you are the future of porn. All because, you have the potential to be a great TV champion. And that means, even if the Jobber never gets a title shot at me, he still has something to look forward to.
Dodging the verbal ball
(Fade in outisde Detroit, Tattooz in the cold chill of December Jarod Poe walks down the street black trenchcoat covering his body. Oblivious to the weather his heavy footsteps make thier way towards his own personal testing ground. For at one time the pain was to great it was here at the hands of his house pircing artist Poe discovered something truly better then the misery he once suffered. An escape...an way to put the angrish behind if only for a moment. it's always comes back, but for now at least today it will all be exercised until it again builds to a crescendo. Jarod stops a the open glass door, looks inside with a smile and pauses)
Poe: Well...well..the war of words if flying fast and furious is it not. With the relentlessness of Coyote and Road Runner the two of you share one verbal barb after another. Never seeming to get anywhere...just running around the same point over and over and over again. You like a couple stuck in a rut who just don't know that the only thing that will really bring chnage is seperation. Well boys...I guess if it going to take an outsider for all of this to be put to a stop {smiles} What better person the me to do it....hey and in the end I get to walk away wiht that Shiny gold belt...much to the disappointment of Golem {Smiles} After all Golem like shiny gold things...right?
(Jarod makes hs way inside as come sin from the cold. removing his overcoat his upperbody is nealry bare, but for a thin muscle-shirt. He walks over tot he display case where only the extreme of modification go and stares into the abyss of shiny metal and plastic...a smile on his face)
Poe: It seems Golem that despite all your claims you truly fail to see the one thing we both have in common. I admit it's not much, but no matter how you look at it niether of us have taken that title away from the waist of Mikey. You really do have to give the devil his due. I know he's a dirty cheater, who on his best day couldn't take either of us in a FAIR one-on-one battle, but despite how much cowardness in his actions the title is still his. I at least have learned that a snake can only be killed once you cut it's head off. Sure it's left to slither around and squim till it dies, but on the bright side you no longe rhave to hear him run his mouth on <grins> pointless insult tirades
(A well tattooed man best described as a sales clerk slash walking billboard for the shop comes over and Jarod taps his finger on the glass case. he nods with approval as the man retrieves his item of choice and the turns back to the camera)
Poe: I must applaude you Mikey...yuor handeling of Troy Martinez was masterful I must say I haven't seen that much blood since...well since I gave the Blazer a good taste of steel. He never did understand my affection for these pleasures of my hobby, but I bet as he sits back...ribs sore and eyes still swollen...well maybe he has a better appreacation for them now. Ah, but enough about me. All the talk is from...I mean about you two. After all {smiles} I'm just the little guy...waiting to watch your two giants come crashing down to earth {He laughs to himself}
(Jarod walks over the the waitng area and sits down in one of the chairs)
Poe:Ah, but enough on Manson's glorification. There's no need for me to add fuel to that already all consuming fire. Let's spend a few moments of thought on you Golem. I see you question my logic. Well from ost people I'd consider that and insult, but from you...I'll just talk it up to the general confusion your in on a daily basis. I mean {grins} it's as plain as the fur on your face. See as much as you'd like to show your superior to Manson your own words almost echo him. I expect like an old couple or a man in his dog the two of you will start to look alike should you spend too much more time in the ring together. See Golem and I guess this goes for you too Mikey...all of this talk seems to be about respect. Well to be honest...I could care less. When I first started her ein the GLCW I thought that should come first. Make sure you have a mans respect, but that means nothing Golem...nothing in the long run. All it does is leave you open for the cheating bastard of the world. Perhaps that's why even despite your meaning claim of victory of Manson...well he still stands...belt around his waist. You on the other hand...dog chasing a car fender...to dumb to know it's in reverse.
(A man comes over and waves JArod into one of the room. As he sits down in a leather chair reclining slightly backward he lifts his arms exposing the surgical screws that form the winged outline on his lower forearms. Jarod sits down as the man holds up a plastic OMEGA sign to be placed under the skin)
Poe: Just a slight shot Stan I want to feel this one
(The man nods with a smile as he begins to pierce the skin on the top of Jarod's hand He looks back intot he camera his grimace turning into a smile)
Poe: See Golem there's a huge flaw in somebody's logic, but it's not mine. In your your own words {laughs} You've stated you don't let what was it {pauses} Yeah...worthless little puppets show him up. I think that was your very words. I find that quite amusing...after all you've let Mikey do it on more numerous occasions then I care to remember. So do me a favor...save the hollow threats for somebody whose scared of you. Or at least be honest if...and I mean IF...you should walk away victorious from this match...you'll grab that gold and run and hide. Much like Manson does whenever Maelstrom shows up. See you claim that belt means nothing to you...that it's not really important. Again be honest after all your years in this sport you'd kill you be a world champion. I on the other hand...yes thta would be great, but I've got just as far as you have in this title race...only Golem...I've done it in less then ten career matches. The only thing you've got ten times mor eof then me...{sneers} well it's wasted time
(The skin ready and blood stopped to a minimum the man starts the slow tedious process of slide the implant under the skin. Jarod looks down with a smile and back up to the camera)
Poe: So gentlemen continue this war of words...let the tension build on and on. Just remember..don't overlook me. Not even fro asecond, because while the two of you are busy chasing each other tail...well I'm preparing. I'm planning my move and in that ring...wehn you least expect...one {shrugs} or both of you will make as mistake. Then...and only then I'll drop the "Fading Light" or maybe "Sudden Imapct" on one or both of you...then when you awake and I'm holding the gold. Well I'll sit back...holding the only things that gives m=Mikey his reason for living and you two can figure out whose dad can beat up the others guys dad. Manwhile I'll be waiting...I've gotten my chance and unlike you you Golem...I'm not going to let it slip through my fingers again
(Jarod lays back and closes his eyes letting the pain course through his body as the Omega symbol stretches under his skin)
<FTB>
(Fade in outisde Detroit, Tattooz in the cold chill of December Jarod Poe walks down the street black trenchcoat covering his body. Oblivious to the weather his heavy footsteps make thier way towards his own personal testing ground. For at one time the pain was to great it was here at the hands of his house pircing artist Poe discovered something truly better then the misery he once suffered. An escape...an way to put the angrish behind if only for a moment. it's always comes back, but for now at least today it will all be exercised until it again builds to a crescendo. Jarod stops a the open glass door, looks inside with a smile and pauses)
Poe: Well...well..the war of words if flying fast and furious is it not. With the relentlessness of Coyote and Road Runner the two of you share one verbal barb after another. Never seeming to get anywhere...just running around the same point over and over and over again. You like a couple stuck in a rut who just don't know that the only thing that will really bring chnage is seperation. Well boys...I guess if it going to take an outsider for all of this to be put to a stop {smiles} What better person the me to do it....hey and in the end I get to walk away wiht that Shiny gold belt...much to the disappointment of Golem {Smiles} After all Golem like shiny gold things...right?
(Jarod makes hs way inside as come sin from the cold. removing his overcoat his upperbody is nealry bare, but for a thin muscle-shirt. He walks over tot he display case where only the extreme of modification go and stares into the abyss of shiny metal and plastic...a smile on his face)
Poe: It seems Golem that despite all your claims you truly fail to see the one thing we both have in common. I admit it's not much, but no matter how you look at it niether of us have taken that title away from the waist of Mikey. You really do have to give the devil his due. I know he's a dirty cheater, who on his best day couldn't take either of us in a FAIR one-on-one battle, but despite how much cowardness in his actions the title is still his. I at least have learned that a snake can only be killed once you cut it's head off. Sure it's left to slither around and squim till it dies, but on the bright side you no longe rhave to hear him run his mouth on <grins> pointless insult tirades
(A well tattooed man best described as a sales clerk slash walking billboard for the shop comes over and Jarod taps his finger on the glass case. he nods with approval as the man retrieves his item of choice and the turns back to the camera)
Poe: I must applaude you Mikey...yuor handeling of Troy Martinez was masterful I must say I haven't seen that much blood since...well since I gave the Blazer a good taste of steel. He never did understand my affection for these pleasures of my hobby, but I bet as he sits back...ribs sore and eyes still swollen...well maybe he has a better appreacation for them now. Ah, but enough about me. All the talk is from...I mean about you two. After all {smiles} I'm just the little guy...waiting to watch your two giants come crashing down to earth {He laughs to himself}
(Jarod walks over the the waitng area and sits down in one of the chairs)
Poe:Ah, but enough on Manson's glorification. There's no need for me to add fuel to that already all consuming fire. Let's spend a few moments of thought on you Golem. I see you question my logic. Well from ost people I'd consider that and insult, but from you...I'll just talk it up to the general confusion your in on a daily basis. I mean {grins} it's as plain as the fur on your face. See as much as you'd like to show your superior to Manson your own words almost echo him. I expect like an old couple or a man in his dog the two of you will start to look alike should you spend too much more time in the ring together. See Golem and I guess this goes for you too Mikey...all of this talk seems to be about respect. Well to be honest...I could care less. When I first started her ein the GLCW I thought that should come first. Make sure you have a mans respect, but that means nothing Golem...nothing in the long run. All it does is leave you open for the cheating bastard of the world. Perhaps that's why even despite your meaning claim of victory of Manson...well he still stands...belt around his waist. You on the other hand...dog chasing a car fender...to dumb to know it's in reverse.
(A man comes over and waves JArod into one of the room. As he sits down in a leather chair reclining slightly backward he lifts his arms exposing the surgical screws that form the winged outline on his lower forearms. Jarod sits down as the man holds up a plastic OMEGA sign to be placed under the skin)
Poe: Just a slight shot Stan I want to feel this one
(The man nods with a smile as he begins to pierce the skin on the top of Jarod's hand He looks back intot he camera his grimace turning into a smile)
Poe: See Golem there's a huge flaw in somebody's logic, but it's not mine. In your your own words {laughs} You've stated you don't let what was it {pauses} Yeah...worthless little puppets show him up. I think that was your very words. I find that quite amusing...after all you've let Mikey do it on more numerous occasions then I care to remember. So do me a favor...save the hollow threats for somebody whose scared of you. Or at least be honest if...and I mean IF...you should walk away victorious from this match...you'll grab that gold and run and hide. Much like Manson does whenever Maelstrom shows up. See you claim that belt means nothing to you...that it's not really important. Again be honest after all your years in this sport you'd kill you be a world champion. I on the other hand...yes thta would be great, but I've got just as far as you have in this title race...only Golem...I've done it in less then ten career matches. The only thing you've got ten times mor eof then me...{sneers} well it's wasted time
(The skin ready and blood stopped to a minimum the man starts the slow tedious process of slide the implant under the skin. Jarod looks down with a smile and back up to the camera)
Poe: So gentlemen continue this war of words...let the tension build on and on. Just remember..don't overlook me. Not even fro asecond, because while the two of you are busy chasing each other tail...well I'm preparing. I'm planning my move and in that ring...wehn you least expect...one {shrugs} or both of you will make as mistake. Then...and only then I'll drop the "Fading Light" or maybe "Sudden Imapct" on one or both of you...then when you awake and I'm holding the gold. Well I'll sit back...holding the only things that gives m=Mikey his reason for living and you two can figure out whose dad can beat up the others guys dad. Manwhile I'll be waiting...I've gotten my chance and unlike you you Golem...I'm not going to let it slip through my fingers again
(Jarod lays back and closes his eyes letting the pain course through his body as the Omega symbol stretches under his skin)
<FTB>
Someone Is Losing A Grip On Reality....
(Cue Up: "Slip Away" by Dry Cell. Fade into Golem sitting in his house. He is flipping through a book as the camera zooms in closer. He bookmarks the book, lays it down, and begins to talk.)
Golem: Michael Manson...I wait and wait in longing to hear something original from your pointless and basically worthless mouth. And after all that time, all that waiting, what do I get? A pseudo-straight faced satire of Golem, as you magically cascade him off to be in porn. Well, that's great. You go ahead and you have all the idiotic little Golem fantasies you feel like. I will struggle not to ask any questions, not even the painfully obvious ones. You were right to admit you see things from a terribly skewed perspective, and yes, if the piece of gold means that much to you, than hey, I guess it has been working for you. But you're just wrong on some things. For one thing, Manson, you've never legitimately pinned me. You and I both know that I was off the mat in time, hell, even Maelstrom knew it. But a drugged man made the count and that how it stood. I laughed it off and got ready for my rematch. You cheated to beat me then, too, you hit across the head with a chair...and I kicked out. It didn't keep me down, nothing you can do will keep me down. So, you got scared and ran away from the fight. Say anything you want about the belt, the only people who see it from your point-of-view are you and Jarod Poe, who has suddenly found it in his best interest to start the Michael Manson fanclub. Probably because he is hoping that he can get you to help him get me out of the way. A noble plan, but I am not so sure he is investing in the strongest insurance policy in the world, is he, Michael? See, for all your erotica nyquill-induced magic dreams, you can't see that it's not my livelihood that's at risk here. Frankly put, Golem has nothing to lose here. You yourself said it. GLCW rewards failures, right? This won't be my last title shot, you can count on that. I am too good and too valuable for this company. Meanwhile, since the title means so much to you, one simple failure and the walls of your reality come tumbling down around you. You will have left without anything pretty to call your own, and that will just eat alive inside. Then you will have to sit around and develop pictures without a wall ornament. And that's a shot to the ribs of Manson fans worldwide. I mean, honestly, if I didn't earn my first title shot, no one did. I was in the same tournament you were in, the same one Poe was in, the same one Jobber was in. Who made it to the Finals? You..and me. I beat people, including the likes of the highly vaunted talent of TROY MARTINEZ. Yes, I downed the mighty Goliath of a challenger, astounding feat indeed. Listen, "MANSON", I don't think my name is there to ride off any else's coattails. It's there because it's who I am, what I am. I am not much for stealing namesakes, there, Charlie. You talk about how I will beat women and go to prison? Well, that's great, Michael, you tell the cops all you want. See if they have better luck than you do at stopping me. Lord knows you and Poe can't do it alone. Oh well, I guess, in the beautiful reality according to Mike, I go to prison and make everyone my #####. No better time to get started, eh my cute little token fighter. I guess Golem will just have to make you and Poe my firsts.
(Golem starts to pick the book up again...then sets it back down.)
Golem: Actually, while I am here, I noticed that Poe also did his weekly schtick on loving pain and all that. That's great. Well, Poe, you see, pain is a relative thing. No two people's impression of pain is the same, but by definition, pain isn't an enjoyable thing. If sticking ink-ridden, disease-festering, old blood-soaked needles is your idea of pleasure, go and run with it. You say you're waiting for us giants to come crashing down to Earth? Well, that's a good strategy, because nothing you could ever do will ever speed up the process. You make a point when you say a snake can only be killed by cutting off it's head. What, exactly, that point is, I couldn't tell you, but I am sure there is one in there something. I assume you are calling Manson a snake, but well, after that you trailed off into pointless facts about reptiles. It kind of resembles you ever-so-clever dog chasing a car simile. I mean, sure, it's kind of like that, expect I am not feeble like a mutt nor am I not an idiot. Honestly, friend, I'd have to say that I am in fact smarter than you could ever dream to be. After all, anyone who thinks you have basically anything more than a snowball's chance in an incinerator in this match must have some type of mental disability. You question my logic as you ask a man to stick metal needles into your own arm for no reason other than to get your skin re-designed. I mean, hey, Golem isn't concerned with looks, I know that appearances can be decieving, but with you, Poe, the appearance that you are a failure comes from following the videotape of you. Meanwhile, your definition of failure comes from the opinion of Michael Manson, a man you supposedly hate, and yet follow after like a puppy who just needs a friend. Well, soon enough, Jarod, you will see what I have been saying. You are marching on the way to a terrible fate, and it won't be at Michael's hands. It will be at the far end of a jagged claw. Now, I know that's not exactly "Sudden Impact" or will it generate the nail-biting fear of "Fading Light", but it's served me well enough over the years. You say you won't let your chance slip away? Then how come in competition versus Manson, you are 0-2, while I am 1-1? Who is the failure? We'll see, when the Riptide passes, and the waters return themselves to the deep. Golem shall then arise with his title, Manson's title, and all things will be washed away.
(Fade to black.)
(Cue Up: "Slip Away" by Dry Cell. Fade into Golem sitting in his house. He is flipping through a book as the camera zooms in closer. He bookmarks the book, lays it down, and begins to talk.)
Golem: Michael Manson...I wait and wait in longing to hear something original from your pointless and basically worthless mouth. And after all that time, all that waiting, what do I get? A pseudo-straight faced satire of Golem, as you magically cascade him off to be in porn. Well, that's great. You go ahead and you have all the idiotic little Golem fantasies you feel like. I will struggle not to ask any questions, not even the painfully obvious ones. You were right to admit you see things from a terribly skewed perspective, and yes, if the piece of gold means that much to you, than hey, I guess it has been working for you. But you're just wrong on some things. For one thing, Manson, you've never legitimately pinned me. You and I both know that I was off the mat in time, hell, even Maelstrom knew it. But a drugged man made the count and that how it stood. I laughed it off and got ready for my rematch. You cheated to beat me then, too, you hit across the head with a chair...and I kicked out. It didn't keep me down, nothing you can do will keep me down. So, you got scared and ran away from the fight. Say anything you want about the belt, the only people who see it from your point-of-view are you and Jarod Poe, who has suddenly found it in his best interest to start the Michael Manson fanclub. Probably because he is hoping that he can get you to help him get me out of the way. A noble plan, but I am not so sure he is investing in the strongest insurance policy in the world, is he, Michael? See, for all your erotica nyquill-induced magic dreams, you can't see that it's not my livelihood that's at risk here. Frankly put, Golem has nothing to lose here. You yourself said it. GLCW rewards failures, right? This won't be my last title shot, you can count on that. I am too good and too valuable for this company. Meanwhile, since the title means so much to you, one simple failure and the walls of your reality come tumbling down around you. You will have left without anything pretty to call your own, and that will just eat alive inside. Then you will have to sit around and develop pictures without a wall ornament. And that's a shot to the ribs of Manson fans worldwide. I mean, honestly, if I didn't earn my first title shot, no one did. I was in the same tournament you were in, the same one Poe was in, the same one Jobber was in. Who made it to the Finals? You..and me. I beat people, including the likes of the highly vaunted talent of TROY MARTINEZ. Yes, I downed the mighty Goliath of a challenger, astounding feat indeed. Listen, "MANSON", I don't think my name is there to ride off any else's coattails. It's there because it's who I am, what I am. I am not much for stealing namesakes, there, Charlie. You talk about how I will beat women and go to prison? Well, that's great, Michael, you tell the cops all you want. See if they have better luck than you do at stopping me. Lord knows you and Poe can't do it alone. Oh well, I guess, in the beautiful reality according to Mike, I go to prison and make everyone my #####. No better time to get started, eh my cute little token fighter. I guess Golem will just have to make you and Poe my firsts.
(Golem starts to pick the book up again...then sets it back down.)
Golem: Actually, while I am here, I noticed that Poe also did his weekly schtick on loving pain and all that. That's great. Well, Poe, you see, pain is a relative thing. No two people's impression of pain is the same, but by definition, pain isn't an enjoyable thing. If sticking ink-ridden, disease-festering, old blood-soaked needles is your idea of pleasure, go and run with it. You say you're waiting for us giants to come crashing down to Earth? Well, that's a good strategy, because nothing you could ever do will ever speed up the process. You make a point when you say a snake can only be killed by cutting off it's head. What, exactly, that point is, I couldn't tell you, but I am sure there is one in there something. I assume you are calling Manson a snake, but well, after that you trailed off into pointless facts about reptiles. It kind of resembles you ever-so-clever dog chasing a car simile. I mean, sure, it's kind of like that, expect I am not feeble like a mutt nor am I not an idiot. Honestly, friend, I'd have to say that I am in fact smarter than you could ever dream to be. After all, anyone who thinks you have basically anything more than a snowball's chance in an incinerator in this match must have some type of mental disability. You question my logic as you ask a man to stick metal needles into your own arm for no reason other than to get your skin re-designed. I mean, hey, Golem isn't concerned with looks, I know that appearances can be decieving, but with you, Poe, the appearance that you are a failure comes from following the videotape of you. Meanwhile, your definition of failure comes from the opinion of Michael Manson, a man you supposedly hate, and yet follow after like a puppy who just needs a friend. Well, soon enough, Jarod, you will see what I have been saying. You are marching on the way to a terrible fate, and it won't be at Michael's hands. It will be at the far end of a jagged claw. Now, I know that's not exactly "Sudden Impact" or will it generate the nail-biting fear of "Fading Light", but it's served me well enough over the years. You say you won't let your chance slip away? Then how come in competition versus Manson, you are 0-2, while I am 1-1? Who is the failure? We'll see, when the Riptide passes, and the waters return themselves to the deep. Golem shall then arise with his title, Manson's title, and all things will be washed away.
(Fade to black.)
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((FADEIN: Michael Manson sitting on a metal bench indoors in a darkened place. The GLCW title belt rests at his feet, under the bench but easily seen. He is wearing black leather pants, a black shirt, a black leather trenchcoat. His hands are folded in a prayer like gesture.))
MANSON: Yes, Golem or Gollum as I suggested (well do you want to sell t-shirts?), let's discuss my pinfall over you. The man who counted the pin was mysteriously drugged before the event and might have been disoriented for a time, but that is the case he had no business being a referee. But since this is King Krusher, we'll assume he was fine and in good health. Krusher of course prides himself on being a sportsman, which is why he hates me so much. His vision of a perfect wrestling world is where every match is a scientific showcase with a handshake at the end. And it will never happen as long as there are people like me in this industry.
The pinfall I had was so decisive, that this man even with perhaps impaired vision counted it. A man who if he had the chance, would poison and shoot me. Are we to take his word over Maelstrom? Maelstrom, who has done nothing but try to oppose me since showing up in the GLCW. Maelstrom someone from a place called Pandora Island, where they don't even learn to count to 3. No, according to Tempest and our weekly mental discipline training, learning how to skin a hare is fair more important than math. A man who through his entire career has feuded on and off with Krusher. So would he go against Krusher's decision just out of spite? And really, whose word would you take? But it's irrevelant, since it was the very commissioner of this promotion that counted my pin and that's all that mattered. And he didn't do this once, no, he did it twice. Really, I'd expect a man who claims to move mountains would pay more attention to the match and the rules. I had a double pin and another pinfall, all to my own credit, counted by a man who sees me as the Antichrist of his beloved industry. What more credit do I need than that? But as I said, any problems, then you should really take it up with management, since I was only doing my job.
I was also doing my job when I made sure Martinez would never be able to have children, but I did warn almost everyone beforehand. Shame about his wife, girlfriend, underpaid prostitute, though. Even I wish I could get my hands on the maniac that did that. I mean, 'Do not open til X-Mas', what a cliched joke. What self-respecting sociopath would write that on a victim? Perhaps it was Poe, since he does seem to lack imagination.
Of course he's a fan of mine, can you blame him? I beat him not once, but twice. All he can do is claim I'm a coward and such and such. All the while, he wishes he was me. However, he has yet to get over that whole mindless violence for the sake of mindless violence stage. he also has yet to figure out that were I a coward, I would be trying to get out of matches instead fighting them face on. But what does he know about me anyway? I'm just what he thinks of as his goth heroic champion and the living embodiment of everything he'd like to be. But there's a saying, that you succeed only after a thousand failures. That's the way it will be for Poe. I'm sure in 2 weeks he'll have some clever remark about how I'm a coward for actually winning matches, but he doesn't know much about that either. Then maybe Masked Blazer will make his bimonthly appearence and retort that because he and Poe have some kind of issue. Maybe Poe knows what's under the mask, not that it matters to me or anyone else. I hope the two of you go and kill each other. It'll be good for the business and maybe you'll mature to the point where you realize I'm the champion and the end always justifies the means. That is, if either of you are around frequently enough to learn that.
However, before I'd said I'd help you, and I still will. Since Golem can move mountains, fly across deserts, and finish off entire buffet tables by himself, it occured to me that I, as champion, should have some sort of superhuman abilities. That's what Poe would think his God of Darkness role model has. So, I saw the future, for the both of you. What together you could achieve, after I beat the hell out of both of you of course. But still, it's better than nothing.
((FADE TO BLACK. Cheap white lettering appears across the screen.))
El Golem
'A Jarod Poe Production'
Written & Directed by Jarod Poe
Made possible by viewers like you
((FADEIN: A hallway with chairs lined up and a pair of doors off to the side. Focus on the doors as one swings open and BUENO EXCELLENTE enters, playing the role of 'El Golem'. He has on a 'Golem' mask, is wearing the official GLCW Golem t-shirt that doesn't sell, and tight jeans. His stomach hangs over the jeans as he labors over to a small horizontal box of sorts.))
EL GOLEM: I has returned. You not recognize me now, hey? Es EL GOLEM. En Ingles, es "THE GOLEM". I here ta see you now, ey. Soy sorry am not there.
((El Golem walks forward and hits his knee off the sharp corner of the box.))
EL GOLEM: AYE CARUMBA, No ME GUSTA!
((The camera focuses on El Golem's face, beading with sweat and drool glistening from the corner of his mouth.))
EL GOLEM: I here now, ey? Yo quiero you, now. Heh heh. Am goin' get down now. No one here to watch an' no el tele.
((El Golem gives a thumbs up to the camera man. El Golem reaches down, his hand grasping and slaps THE CLAW on himself. The camera pans upward as he smiles with his eye half-open.))
EL GOLEM: Heh, heh. Me gusta, me gusta.
((El Golem's pants drop to his feet as he climbs over and into the box- the camera pans inside to reveal that it is full of.....red jello. A sing over the box reveals that this is after a meeting of the "Billy Cosby Jello of America' Club. El Golem sits, sans pants, in the jello and lies back, his CLAW now on something else.))
FADE TO BLACK
V/O: Heh heh, Es bueno.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson sitting on a metal bench indoors in a darkened place. The GLCW title belt rests at his feet, under the bench but easily seen. He is wearing black leather pants, a black shirt, a black leather trenchcoat. His hands are folded in a prayer like gesture.))
MANSON: Yes, Golem or Gollum as I suggested (well do you want to sell t-shirts?), let's discuss my pinfall over you. The man who counted the pin was mysteriously drugged before the event and might have been disoriented for a time, but that is the case he had no business being a referee. But since this is King Krusher, we'll assume he was fine and in good health. Krusher of course prides himself on being a sportsman, which is why he hates me so much. His vision of a perfect wrestling world is where every match is a scientific showcase with a handshake at the end. And it will never happen as long as there are people like me in this industry.
The pinfall I had was so decisive, that this man even with perhaps impaired vision counted it. A man who if he had the chance, would poison and shoot me. Are we to take his word over Maelstrom? Maelstrom, who has done nothing but try to oppose me since showing up in the GLCW. Maelstrom someone from a place called Pandora Island, where they don't even learn to count to 3. No, according to Tempest and our weekly mental discipline training, learning how to skin a hare is fair more important than math. A man who through his entire career has feuded on and off with Krusher. So would he go against Krusher's decision just out of spite? And really, whose word would you take? But it's irrevelant, since it was the very commissioner of this promotion that counted my pin and that's all that mattered. And he didn't do this once, no, he did it twice. Really, I'd expect a man who claims to move mountains would pay more attention to the match and the rules. I had a double pin and another pinfall, all to my own credit, counted by a man who sees me as the Antichrist of his beloved industry. What more credit do I need than that? But as I said, any problems, then you should really take it up with management, since I was only doing my job.
I was also doing my job when I made sure Martinez would never be able to have children, but I did warn almost everyone beforehand. Shame about his wife, girlfriend, underpaid prostitute, though. Even I wish I could get my hands on the maniac that did that. I mean, 'Do not open til X-Mas', what a cliched joke. What self-respecting sociopath would write that on a victim? Perhaps it was Poe, since he does seem to lack imagination.
Of course he's a fan of mine, can you blame him? I beat him not once, but twice. All he can do is claim I'm a coward and such and such. All the while, he wishes he was me. However, he has yet to get over that whole mindless violence for the sake of mindless violence stage. he also has yet to figure out that were I a coward, I would be trying to get out of matches instead fighting them face on. But what does he know about me anyway? I'm just what he thinks of as his goth heroic champion and the living embodiment of everything he'd like to be. But there's a saying, that you succeed only after a thousand failures. That's the way it will be for Poe. I'm sure in 2 weeks he'll have some clever remark about how I'm a coward for actually winning matches, but he doesn't know much about that either. Then maybe Masked Blazer will make his bimonthly appearence and retort that because he and Poe have some kind of issue. Maybe Poe knows what's under the mask, not that it matters to me or anyone else. I hope the two of you go and kill each other. It'll be good for the business and maybe you'll mature to the point where you realize I'm the champion and the end always justifies the means. That is, if either of you are around frequently enough to learn that.
However, before I'd said I'd help you, and I still will. Since Golem can move mountains, fly across deserts, and finish off entire buffet tables by himself, it occured to me that I, as champion, should have some sort of superhuman abilities. That's what Poe would think his God of Darkness role model has. So, I saw the future, for the both of you. What together you could achieve, after I beat the hell out of both of you of course. But still, it's better than nothing.
((FADE TO BLACK. Cheap white lettering appears across the screen.))
El Golem
'A Jarod Poe Production'
Written & Directed by Jarod Poe
Made possible by viewers like you
((FADEIN: A hallway with chairs lined up and a pair of doors off to the side. Focus on the doors as one swings open and BUENO EXCELLENTE enters, playing the role of 'El Golem'. He has on a 'Golem' mask, is wearing the official GLCW Golem t-shirt that doesn't sell, and tight jeans. His stomach hangs over the jeans as he labors over to a small horizontal box of sorts.))
EL GOLEM: I has returned. You not recognize me now, hey? Es EL GOLEM. En Ingles, es "THE GOLEM". I here ta see you now, ey. Soy sorry am not there.
((El Golem walks forward and hits his knee off the sharp corner of the box.))
EL GOLEM: AYE CARUMBA, No ME GUSTA!
((The camera focuses on El Golem's face, beading with sweat and drool glistening from the corner of his mouth.))
EL GOLEM: I here now, ey? Yo quiero you, now. Heh heh. Am goin' get down now. No one here to watch an' no el tele.
((El Golem gives a thumbs up to the camera man. El Golem reaches down, his hand grasping and slaps THE CLAW on himself. The camera pans upward as he smiles with his eye half-open.))
EL GOLEM: Heh, heh. Me gusta, me gusta.
((El Golem's pants drop to his feet as he climbs over and into the box- the camera pans inside to reveal that it is full of.....red jello. A sing over the box reveals that this is after a meeting of the "Billy Cosby Jello of America' Club. El Golem sits, sans pants, in the jello and lies back, his CLAW now on something else.))
FADE TO BLACK
V/O: Heh heh, Es bueno.
Reality is the future...not the past
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-08-02 AT 04:11 AM (EST)](It's around 2 Am on a cool night in the city of Detroit, gone are the busy sounds of the day as now just the traffic and people can be heard echoing off the tall buildings. That loud industial sounds has been replaced for only awhile as it's deneizens sleep and awaut another morning to rise. Outside the front door of a small bar and man steps out into the cold. He zips his jacket up all the way and places his gloved hands inside his pocket. It's not the first of long cold night for Jarod Poe, but the feeling is something you can't get used to. As he walks the near empty streets his heavy footstep can be heard and his breath makes clouds in the night air with every exhale. Slowly he walks through his cold eyes narrow as the camera comes into eyesight. Jarod puts on a half smile as he begins to speak)
Poe:Sometimes when the voices in my head get too loud there's nothing quite as refreshing as a cool evening walk to quiet them down. The addition of Golem and Mikey's perpetual chatter has only increased them in volumes. I swear the two of them could find a thumbtack and dance on the same point till it was worn dull. Hell Mickey, whose has talked so blue in the face that the lack of oxygen has him turning Golem into a porn star.
(A chill runs down Jarod's spine, but has nothing to do with the cold night air)
Poe: Quite frankly Mikey...I grow tired of seeing the mans face and hearing his voice. I'm not sure how far off the deep end you've gone that you envision him making the {laughs} HAIRY beast with two backs. That is a sight that might cause me to enjoy the pain of shoving a hot needle in both of my eyes. I don't know Mikey...I knew you had your dreams. Dreams of gold and power, but I didn't know that such a rich fantasy life went along with it. Perhaps you can go on a God trip for us soon, because sticking that brutal thought into the minds of the collectiive masses is something you should truly repent for. At least it gives us a break from the constant rambling the two of you have done from your last encounter together. Although there is a bright side to all of this constant past hammering...Poor Troy Martinez has gotten more attention in a Main Event setting then anything he's done in quite along time. Perhaps he's still unconscios and can at least enjoy the peace and quiet.
(Jarod stops at the street corner checking both ways for cars coming. Satisfied the coast is clear he steps on out in the road still wet from the slight snow storm earlier in the day)
Poe: Wrestling is far more retro then introspective. We often spend much more time looking and making excuses for our past then just admitting the truth and moving on. Such as Golem and Mikey have argued back and forth on so much I'm expecting one to claim the victory in divorce. Well I'll admit I've had my shot Mikey..on two terms I had my chance to defeat you. {nods} Ah, but you walked away with the title. Now I could claim and point out the fact that you needed to cheat, but that won't change anything. I let my pride get in the way. Maybe it's me...maybe it's my miltary background. I didn't want to take shortcuts. I didn't want to be known as you...a cowardly cheat who'd crawl like a snake and stab his own mother in the back to keep his gold. {smiles} Precious for you Golem. No...I let pride stay in my way and that lead to defeat. Well I'll get that back Mikey..get all that back when I take what you hold so dear. I'm changed...I'm not above you any more. I can be just as big a scumbag as you can {shrugs}After all whatever it takes...right?
(Jarod stops at the stairs of a small apartment building tucked away in the heart of the city. He looks at his watch and then back into the camera)
Poe: Don't worry I'm not forgetting you Golem I know you like to hear you name spoken too. Yes again I've heard the beast speak and while man has evolved...I think whetever species you are still has a few more years of cook time in the ooze. Sorry if you didn't understand anything. I tried putting it in simpliest terms, but really it's too cold out here for me to start all over and say it slower. See Golem...your like all the others. You don't understand me...not at all. You don't understand the pure and simple feeling of pain. The truth...purity...simple joy of coming from numbess to an exqusite height. You just judge like all the others...lash out in your own ignorance...despite your appearence the actions are all too human. You too seem to think I'm some fan of Manson's I have some hero worship {laughs} well again you both are mistaken. I see him just as you do...a desperate man...a coward...shadow of the great wrestler I was told he was. {shrugs} O'well I could care less now. See Golem...I see you too not much better. For all your claims of being smarter and sticking too the record I simply ask...where is the World Title? What did that victory you claim, stick, cling, hug with all your might get you {shakes his head} As I said...not much further then I did and as I said...less then ten matches. Ah, but keep you moral victory...I bet your warm at night.
(Jarod laughs again)
Poe: As for your threat...your claw. Fine...go right ahead. I'm not scared...I've felt pain like you could never inflict. I've felt the burning of having my heart ripped apart. Nothing...you can do will scare me...See Golem...I promissed you no pain...or terrible fate. When I told you my moves I just wanted your feeble mind to know what had hit you. Unlike you too I'm living in the hear and now. All that matters is this upcoming match. History only matters to the winners and for now that favors Manson. You go ahead bicker all you want about it, but I'l be getting ready. See Golem...your own words rambled off the only thing relevant to me in this match...you called it Manon's Title. Good to see you can admit that, in the future...well you can call it mine. Stay in the past as you have with Manson...well it still won't be yours...no matter how much you protest. Now {coughs} gentlemen...it's cold..I bid you a Good-Night
(With that Jarod climbs the stairs to his apartment and disappears)
<FTB>
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-08-02 AT 04:11 AM (EST)](It's around 2 Am on a cool night in the city of Detroit, gone are the busy sounds of the day as now just the traffic and people can be heard echoing off the tall buildings. That loud industial sounds has been replaced for only awhile as it's deneizens sleep and awaut another morning to rise. Outside the front door of a small bar and man steps out into the cold. He zips his jacket up all the way and places his gloved hands inside his pocket. It's not the first of long cold night for Jarod Poe, but the feeling is something you can't get used to. As he walks the near empty streets his heavy footstep can be heard and his breath makes clouds in the night air with every exhale. Slowly he walks through his cold eyes narrow as the camera comes into eyesight. Jarod puts on a half smile as he begins to speak)
Poe:Sometimes when the voices in my head get too loud there's nothing quite as refreshing as a cool evening walk to quiet them down. The addition of Golem and Mikey's perpetual chatter has only increased them in volumes. I swear the two of them could find a thumbtack and dance on the same point till it was worn dull. Hell Mickey, whose has talked so blue in the face that the lack of oxygen has him turning Golem into a porn star.
(A chill runs down Jarod's spine, but has nothing to do with the cold night air)
Poe: Quite frankly Mikey...I grow tired of seeing the mans face and hearing his voice. I'm not sure how far off the deep end you've gone that you envision him making the {laughs} HAIRY beast with two backs. That is a sight that might cause me to enjoy the pain of shoving a hot needle in both of my eyes. I don't know Mikey...I knew you had your dreams. Dreams of gold and power, but I didn't know that such a rich fantasy life went along with it. Perhaps you can go on a God trip for us soon, because sticking that brutal thought into the minds of the collectiive masses is something you should truly repent for. At least it gives us a break from the constant rambling the two of you have done from your last encounter together. Although there is a bright side to all of this constant past hammering...Poor Troy Martinez has gotten more attention in a Main Event setting then anything he's done in quite along time. Perhaps he's still unconscios and can at least enjoy the peace and quiet.
(Jarod stops at the street corner checking both ways for cars coming. Satisfied the coast is clear he steps on out in the road still wet from the slight snow storm earlier in the day)
Poe: Wrestling is far more retro then introspective. We often spend much more time looking and making excuses for our past then just admitting the truth and moving on. Such as Golem and Mikey have argued back and forth on so much I'm expecting one to claim the victory in divorce. Well I'll admit I've had my shot Mikey..on two terms I had my chance to defeat you. {nods} Ah, but you walked away with the title. Now I could claim and point out the fact that you needed to cheat, but that won't change anything. I let my pride get in the way. Maybe it's me...maybe it's my miltary background. I didn't want to take shortcuts. I didn't want to be known as you...a cowardly cheat who'd crawl like a snake and stab his own mother in the back to keep his gold. {smiles} Precious for you Golem. No...I let pride stay in my way and that lead to defeat. Well I'll get that back Mikey..get all that back when I take what you hold so dear. I'm changed...I'm not above you any more. I can be just as big a scumbag as you can {shrugs}After all whatever it takes...right?
(Jarod stops at the stairs of a small apartment building tucked away in the heart of the city. He looks at his watch and then back into the camera)
Poe: Don't worry I'm not forgetting you Golem I know you like to hear you name spoken too. Yes again I've heard the beast speak and while man has evolved...I think whetever species you are still has a few more years of cook time in the ooze. Sorry if you didn't understand anything. I tried putting it in simpliest terms, but really it's too cold out here for me to start all over and say it slower. See Golem...your like all the others. You don't understand me...not at all. You don't understand the pure and simple feeling of pain. The truth...purity...simple joy of coming from numbess to an exqusite height. You just judge like all the others...lash out in your own ignorance...despite your appearence the actions are all too human. You too seem to think I'm some fan of Manson's I have some hero worship {laughs} well again you both are mistaken. I see him just as you do...a desperate man...a coward...shadow of the great wrestler I was told he was. {shrugs} O'well I could care less now. See Golem...I see you too not much better. For all your claims of being smarter and sticking too the record I simply ask...where is the World Title? What did that victory you claim, stick, cling, hug with all your might get you {shakes his head} As I said...not much further then I did and as I said...less then ten matches. Ah, but keep you moral victory...I bet your warm at night.
(Jarod laughs again)
Poe: As for your threat...your claw. Fine...go right ahead. I'm not scared...I've felt pain like you could never inflict. I've felt the burning of having my heart ripped apart. Nothing...you can do will scare me...See Golem...I promissed you no pain...or terrible fate. When I told you my moves I just wanted your feeble mind to know what had hit you. Unlike you too I'm living in the hear and now. All that matters is this upcoming match. History only matters to the winners and for now that favors Manson. You go ahead bicker all you want about it, but I'l be getting ready. See Golem...your own words rambled off the only thing relevant to me in this match...you called it Manon's Title. Good to see you can admit that, in the future...well you can call it mine. Stay in the past as you have with Manson...well it still won't be yours...no matter how much you protest. Now {coughs} gentlemen...it's cold..I bid you a Good-Night
(With that Jarod climbs the stairs to his apartment and disappears)
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Days In The Perpetual Fire...
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem sitting in his house, on an old wooden chair. He gets up and slowly starts pacing.)
Golem: Miraculous. That's what you two are. Purely and simply. It's astounding to me that I am being dragged into a mental war with a man who astutely deduced mild similarity between my name and a character from a movie's name, and his diminuative, self-serving lackey. No, not Tempest, I am talking about Poe, who does more work to dance around at Manson's feet than he does dancing around his apartment building, I guess "training" for the upcoming fight. Well, how you two have gotten to this level is both shocking and apalling to me, but at least Manson holds the defeat over me in this entire league, so that's as much as I will "give the devil his due", as Poe, Manson Fan Number 1, put it. You know Manson, for all that blindingly moronic attempts to make fun of Golem, you just don't know the slightest thing about verbal warfare. Calling another wrestler funny little nicknames doesn't much stifle the other wrestler. Neither does putting together male erotica, to your own humorous needs. Ego-stroking? Of course, but hey's that's just what you do, so I get used to it. Manson, you claim your pinfall was so decisive you had it even through the eyes of a man who was convienently drugged earily. Well, I think the drugs didn't somehow improve his vision. Rather, if I were forced to go out on a limb, I would guess the drugs would adversely affect the man's vision. But hey, past is past, right Jarod Poe? You may not be much for good hearty handshakes at the end of matches, fair enough. But I don't think anyone wants to offer a hand to a man after that man was awarded a match that was as-yet not truly over. You give me a good fight, and I'll shake your hand. Sure, you might be prone and unconscious in the ring, but I will shake your hand good and firm. Just enough to pry that title away from it and strap around my own waist. You make great claims about seeing the future, Manson, and that's great. No one believes your idea of the future will actually come true, not even yourself. First you want to kill Golem, now you want to nudge him out of the way and off into some other business, well, that's just fine. I don't play your highly remedial mind games. I am not Maelstrom, nor I am the owner of the world's largest collection of Manson paraphernalia, ala Jarod Poe. If you're smart, you'll cut your losses and actually gun real, intelligent quips at me so I can at least enjoy a chuckle or two en route to destroying at Riptide. Don't I at least deserve as much, friend? Afterall, I will be tired after tired after that night, because will tumble two great mountains to Earth, a thin powder of ash and debris left in their wake. I shall feed them sleep and merriment, in that fateful night, a calm day for Manson to forget his upcoming match with Maelstrom and rest easy in the grip in the hands of a friend. Maybe it will help him become a more self-respecting sociopath, and help release him from previous failures. All will be eased on that night, indeed. As for Poe, well, yes, I can understand how he is a fan of you, Manson. He works hard to be like you and with good reason. He is a failure in everything and you hold a victory over Golem, which is pretty much the crowning achievement of your simple existence, and one that Poe wishes he could ever do. He can't, of course, but if you took him under your wing, maybe he could learn. You'd best hurry, though, because if he is amply prepared, he won't be able to walk out of our little three-way match or ever challenge me again. And that would just be a crying shame for fan-club members worldwide. I mean, seriously, Manson, if you want everyone to hate you so badly, why do you watch the sales on your own T-shirt, in comparison to my own? A little needy for self-assurance, don't you think? Oh well, just one of many pains I will ease of you, my friend.
(Golem tires of pacing, and he sits back down.)
Golem: But, back to that little shining glimmer of hope you have of a future, Manson. Obviously, your own abilities have long since been waning. Now might be the best time to "pass the torch" to Poe and admit that he is the future of the "moody pseudo-comic relief bad guy" in the GLCW. I mean, he's witticisms such as the fact that we stay on points too long, well, that was just awe-inspiring. I am not sure if it is up to "Don't Open Till X-Mas" standards or half-hearted porn films, but hey, he's young. Poe, you reference how you wouldn't want to see me naked in an adult film? Well, that's great, I am not sure if that is an insult or a compliment, but it certainly adversely affects the fact that I am going to massacre you shortly. Undoubtedly. I mean, honestly, Poe, for all your big talk about revenge and all that, not just against Manson or myself, what have you done against anyone? Seriously, if you want us to take you as a legitimate threat, you should stop being on the recieving end of all the pain in a wrestling match, whether you are enjoying it is irrevelant. Obviously you like it enough that it constantly knocks you out long enough for everyone and their mother to beat you. Maybe that's why the Masked Blazer likes hanging around you. He is also right there, even with your incredible thirst for pain, pummeling you. The one man in the universe he can beat on. If I were a perpetual loser like him, I would spend the last few months of my dying career hunting you down as well. You think you're a better man because you have accepted the fact you're a failure? Well, that's great, since you seem to be no great leap towards fixing it. Instead, you spend your oh-so-precious time idolizing the man who you must request the assistance of in but a few days if you actually wish to have a prayer in a match involving Golem. You call me ignorant while you reference "The Lord of The Rings," in a hollow attempt to warm yourself to Manson. Yes, I am sure you two would love for me to start saying "My precious" because that is funny and humor is what you two understand best. Well, reality is, Golem is much for humor. The Fates, they say that Golem is in fact destined to destroy the both of you. Now, I know it blasphemy for to speak destiny contradictory to that of your role model, Michael Manson, but, Jarod, I assure you, my prediction is all but fact. Wait and see. Join your friend Masked Blazer at the end of my claw, join your precious role model at the end of my claw. They all are calling you to fall to me, Jarod. They all want to see you taste it. You wish to call me human as an insult? Well, that's fine, you say anything you feel like saying. Doesn't change much, you know. What did my victory over Manson get me? Well, apparently, plenty of bragging rights. And, if I had to furnish a guess, I would say it also got me another match for the title. What brought you here? Letter after letter, begging and pleading for another chance to lose to Manson? Maybe you were hoping that by losing consistantly to the man, and stroking his ego all the while, you could gain some type of notoriety as his lackey. Oh well, maybe all you have to do is prove that you are a solid porn actor and can pretend you are from Pandora, and you will be well on your way. Shame, really. You spend all this time auditioning, and now you won't even have a title belt to lug around and pretend you are Manson and that you actually won it. Instead, all you will get to you is massage the shattered ego of a man who just lost not just his title but also his pride to a man who is simply better than he will ever be. A painful reality, to be sure, but one he will just have to learn to live with. With your help, of course.
(Fade to black.)
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem sitting in his house, on an old wooden chair. He gets up and slowly starts pacing.)
Golem: Miraculous. That's what you two are. Purely and simply. It's astounding to me that I am being dragged into a mental war with a man who astutely deduced mild similarity between my name and a character from a movie's name, and his diminuative, self-serving lackey. No, not Tempest, I am talking about Poe, who does more work to dance around at Manson's feet than he does dancing around his apartment building, I guess "training" for the upcoming fight. Well, how you two have gotten to this level is both shocking and apalling to me, but at least Manson holds the defeat over me in this entire league, so that's as much as I will "give the devil his due", as Poe, Manson Fan Number 1, put it. You know Manson, for all that blindingly moronic attempts to make fun of Golem, you just don't know the slightest thing about verbal warfare. Calling another wrestler funny little nicknames doesn't much stifle the other wrestler. Neither does putting together male erotica, to your own humorous needs. Ego-stroking? Of course, but hey's that's just what you do, so I get used to it. Manson, you claim your pinfall was so decisive you had it even through the eyes of a man who was convienently drugged earily. Well, I think the drugs didn't somehow improve his vision. Rather, if I were forced to go out on a limb, I would guess the drugs would adversely affect the man's vision. But hey, past is past, right Jarod Poe? You may not be much for good hearty handshakes at the end of matches, fair enough. But I don't think anyone wants to offer a hand to a man after that man was awarded a match that was as-yet not truly over. You give me a good fight, and I'll shake your hand. Sure, you might be prone and unconscious in the ring, but I will shake your hand good and firm. Just enough to pry that title away from it and strap around my own waist. You make great claims about seeing the future, Manson, and that's great. No one believes your idea of the future will actually come true, not even yourself. First you want to kill Golem, now you want to nudge him out of the way and off into some other business, well, that's just fine. I don't play your highly remedial mind games. I am not Maelstrom, nor I am the owner of the world's largest collection of Manson paraphernalia, ala Jarod Poe. If you're smart, you'll cut your losses and actually gun real, intelligent quips at me so I can at least enjoy a chuckle or two en route to destroying at Riptide. Don't I at least deserve as much, friend? Afterall, I will be tired after tired after that night, because will tumble two great mountains to Earth, a thin powder of ash and debris left in their wake. I shall feed them sleep and merriment, in that fateful night, a calm day for Manson to forget his upcoming match with Maelstrom and rest easy in the grip in the hands of a friend. Maybe it will help him become a more self-respecting sociopath, and help release him from previous failures. All will be eased on that night, indeed. As for Poe, well, yes, I can understand how he is a fan of you, Manson. He works hard to be like you and with good reason. He is a failure in everything and you hold a victory over Golem, which is pretty much the crowning achievement of your simple existence, and one that Poe wishes he could ever do. He can't, of course, but if you took him under your wing, maybe he could learn. You'd best hurry, though, because if he is amply prepared, he won't be able to walk out of our little three-way match or ever challenge me again. And that would just be a crying shame for fan-club members worldwide. I mean, seriously, Manson, if you want everyone to hate you so badly, why do you watch the sales on your own T-shirt, in comparison to my own? A little needy for self-assurance, don't you think? Oh well, just one of many pains I will ease of you, my friend.
(Golem tires of pacing, and he sits back down.)
Golem: But, back to that little shining glimmer of hope you have of a future, Manson. Obviously, your own abilities have long since been waning. Now might be the best time to "pass the torch" to Poe and admit that he is the future of the "moody pseudo-comic relief bad guy" in the GLCW. I mean, he's witticisms such as the fact that we stay on points too long, well, that was just awe-inspiring. I am not sure if it is up to "Don't Open Till X-Mas" standards or half-hearted porn films, but hey, he's young. Poe, you reference how you wouldn't want to see me naked in an adult film? Well, that's great, I am not sure if that is an insult or a compliment, but it certainly adversely affects the fact that I am going to massacre you shortly. Undoubtedly. I mean, honestly, Poe, for all your big talk about revenge and all that, not just against Manson or myself, what have you done against anyone? Seriously, if you want us to take you as a legitimate threat, you should stop being on the recieving end of all the pain in a wrestling match, whether you are enjoying it is irrevelant. Obviously you like it enough that it constantly knocks you out long enough for everyone and their mother to beat you. Maybe that's why the Masked Blazer likes hanging around you. He is also right there, even with your incredible thirst for pain, pummeling you. The one man in the universe he can beat on. If I were a perpetual loser like him, I would spend the last few months of my dying career hunting you down as well. You think you're a better man because you have accepted the fact you're a failure? Well, that's great, since you seem to be no great leap towards fixing it. Instead, you spend your oh-so-precious time idolizing the man who you must request the assistance of in but a few days if you actually wish to have a prayer in a match involving Golem. You call me ignorant while you reference "The Lord of The Rings," in a hollow attempt to warm yourself to Manson. Yes, I am sure you two would love for me to start saying "My precious" because that is funny and humor is what you two understand best. Well, reality is, Golem is much for humor. The Fates, they say that Golem is in fact destined to destroy the both of you. Now, I know it blasphemy for to speak destiny contradictory to that of your role model, Michael Manson, but, Jarod, I assure you, my prediction is all but fact. Wait and see. Join your friend Masked Blazer at the end of my claw, join your precious role model at the end of my claw. They all are calling you to fall to me, Jarod. They all want to see you taste it. You wish to call me human as an insult? Well, that's fine, you say anything you feel like saying. Doesn't change much, you know. What did my victory over Manson get me? Well, apparently, plenty of bragging rights. And, if I had to furnish a guess, I would say it also got me another match for the title. What brought you here? Letter after letter, begging and pleading for another chance to lose to Manson? Maybe you were hoping that by losing consistantly to the man, and stroking his ego all the while, you could gain some type of notoriety as his lackey. Oh well, maybe all you have to do is prove that you are a solid porn actor and can pretend you are from Pandora, and you will be well on your way. Shame, really. You spend all this time auditioning, and now you won't even have a title belt to lug around and pretend you are Manson and that you actually won it. Instead, all you will get to you is massage the shattered ego of a man who just lost not just his title but also his pride to a man who is simply better than he will ever be. A painful reality, to be sure, but one he will just have to learn to live with. With your help, of course.
(Fade to black.)
Fire, Water...smoldering ashes
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-08-02 AT 04:18 AM (EST)](It's another late night at Detroit Iron Works as the hour appraoches 1 AM. Having finished his nightly work-out Jarod Pow steps out of the locker room freshly changed and ready for the cold, but short walk home. He slies his t-hsirt over his powerful upperbody and sits down on a wooden bench as he places his feet in his boots he looks into the camera and speakes)
Poe: You know the more things change the more they stay the same. I guess for some people complacancy is comfort. Never steer from the path...say what you know...say what you beleive...stick to your story and sooner or later...well you might convice others of what you already believe. {smiles} Perhaps Golem could teach a course in it. For I feel we've been here before. Golem goes on and on about his win. He's polishing the finer points like a diamond...hoping in years it will still shine as much as it does in his eyes right now. His words for me echo only the same reverb...all though fanboy would be all too suttle and clever on his part. He goes out of his way..again and again...claiming I'm Manson's top fan...yet offers far too little in evidence to back it up
(Jarod sighs as he laces up his boot. He keeps his head down as he voice continues on)
Poe: Tell me Golem where do you get these ideas? Are you so struggling for a a firm grip on things that you've held tight to the reigns of this till quite frankly the horse has been beaten dead. I've said it once and I'll say it again...just for you Golem...for I see you as special needs. I am no fan of Michael Manson. What did calling him a low life coward not get my point across. My comparasion to a snake somehow over you head. Or was my suttle insisting that the man has sexaual thought towards you just to blunt? Whatever it is I hope you can please drop this...or have you gotten that claw you brag so much about stuck in it?
(Jarod leans and ties his other shoe)
Poe: See Golem as before you've gone and put your foot in your mouth...I'd think the taste would get to you after awhile, but maybe it's better then the bad after taste of crow Manson has served you. You ask what is it about me you should take seriously? (smiles} I ask the same question in return. Now I'm sure by doing that I'll get more then I ever wanted to know, but hey it's your free time not mine. As for your bringing up the name of The Masked Blazer. Well let's anylize that for a moment
(Jarod sits up and looks directly into the camera)
Poe: See Blazer was just a jealous fool. He came here devoid of whatever skill he once had and thought by spreading lies and could get under my skin. well that didn't work...frustrated he went and threw fire in my eyes. The act of a much desperate man, but I did not take that lying down. Instead {grins} I drove a metal spike into his eye and left him in a puddle of his own blood. What did he do in return?...nothing. Hell on the last card...
(Jarod cracks a wicked smile)
Poe: Well I think we should save that...don't want to ruin it for our television audience. Let's just say Blazer is going to remember me with every breath he takes. Hell...he'll even be sleeping in pain. Ah, but he is for another day...it is you and Manson who I'm focused on now. See Golem when more then one person laughs at you...it's not a coincedence. Did you ever think the reason I take jabs at you just as Masson does...isn't because I'm his big fan, but more to the point...I find it funny. It obviosly gets under your skin, because you certainly do not ignore it {laughs} or for that matter anything...Petty insults are just that Golem. Water off a ducks back...{shrugs} or perhaps in your case...a donkey. See I try and let most of what you say slide, but some things you just can't...such as your boasting and bragging of how I should fear this claw of yours.
(Jarod stands and slides on his leather jacket)
Poe: Well I've heard all tale about your claw Golem. I know you've used it to get whatever success you view you have, but at the same time I have personal knowledge that your claw isn't the devastating move you continue to promise it will be. I know it deleivers quite the punishment, but I also know it can be overcome. Now I'll let you sit back and use that mighty weapon and scratch your brain as to how I know this, but you'll not get it from me...or for that matter on me. As for bragging rights Golem. well bragging rights are only good for people who like to here themselves brag. The simple fact...the one true fact that you can't deny is that Manson's as you said it...World Title...well it's not in your possesion or mine. No you want to speak of reality Golem and it's as simple as this. Manson has the world title...your ego can't take another loss and that leaves me...the man who has nothing to lose. {smiles} Please save yourself the obvious argument there. No going into this match I have the advantage...no matter how much you'll disagree. Only this time things will be different...why? simple...for the same reason you've provided again and again...because I'm going to.
(Jarod zips up his jacket and tosses his duffelbag over his shoulder)
Poe: talk about fate all you want...go right ahead and firmly beleive Mikey and I have no chance against you. In the end it will only make the victory much more sweeter Golem. {smiles} It will be a most precious moment for me...that's for sure. {shrugs} Crap for you though as moral victories and bragging rights carry no power and certainly like the shine of gold. Hope your happy with what you got
(Jarod turns his back and walks off his footsteps trailing of in the distance)
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-08-02 AT 04:18 AM (EST)](It's another late night at Detroit Iron Works as the hour appraoches 1 AM. Having finished his nightly work-out Jarod Pow steps out of the locker room freshly changed and ready for the cold, but short walk home. He slies his t-hsirt over his powerful upperbody and sits down on a wooden bench as he places his feet in his boots he looks into the camera and speakes)
Poe: You know the more things change the more they stay the same. I guess for some people complacancy is comfort. Never steer from the path...say what you know...say what you beleive...stick to your story and sooner or later...well you might convice others of what you already believe. {smiles} Perhaps Golem could teach a course in it. For I feel we've been here before. Golem goes on and on about his win. He's polishing the finer points like a diamond...hoping in years it will still shine as much as it does in his eyes right now. His words for me echo only the same reverb...all though fanboy would be all too suttle and clever on his part. He goes out of his way..again and again...claiming I'm Manson's top fan...yet offers far too little in evidence to back it up
(Jarod sighs as he laces up his boot. He keeps his head down as he voice continues on)
Poe: Tell me Golem where do you get these ideas? Are you so struggling for a a firm grip on things that you've held tight to the reigns of this till quite frankly the horse has been beaten dead. I've said it once and I'll say it again...just for you Golem...for I see you as special needs. I am no fan of Michael Manson. What did calling him a low life coward not get my point across. My comparasion to a snake somehow over you head. Or was my suttle insisting that the man has sexaual thought towards you just to blunt? Whatever it is I hope you can please drop this...or have you gotten that claw you brag so much about stuck in it?
(Jarod leans and ties his other shoe)
Poe: See Golem as before you've gone and put your foot in your mouth...I'd think the taste would get to you after awhile, but maybe it's better then the bad after taste of crow Manson has served you. You ask what is it about me you should take seriously? (smiles} I ask the same question in return. Now I'm sure by doing that I'll get more then I ever wanted to know, but hey it's your free time not mine. As for your bringing up the name of The Masked Blazer. Well let's anylize that for a moment
(Jarod sits up and looks directly into the camera)
Poe: See Blazer was just a jealous fool. He came here devoid of whatever skill he once had and thought by spreading lies and could get under my skin. well that didn't work...frustrated he went and threw fire in my eyes. The act of a much desperate man, but I did not take that lying down. Instead {grins} I drove a metal spike into his eye and left him in a puddle of his own blood. What did he do in return?...nothing. Hell on the last card...
(Jarod cracks a wicked smile)
Poe: Well I think we should save that...don't want to ruin it for our television audience. Let's just say Blazer is going to remember me with every breath he takes. Hell...he'll even be sleeping in pain. Ah, but he is for another day...it is you and Manson who I'm focused on now. See Golem when more then one person laughs at you...it's not a coincedence. Did you ever think the reason I take jabs at you just as Masson does...isn't because I'm his big fan, but more to the point...I find it funny. It obviosly gets under your skin, because you certainly do not ignore it {laughs} or for that matter anything...Petty insults are just that Golem. Water off a ducks back...{shrugs} or perhaps in your case...a donkey. See I try and let most of what you say slide, but some things you just can't...such as your boasting and bragging of how I should fear this claw of yours.
(Jarod stands and slides on his leather jacket)
Poe: Well I've heard all tale about your claw Golem. I know you've used it to get whatever success you view you have, but at the same time I have personal knowledge that your claw isn't the devastating move you continue to promise it will be. I know it deleivers quite the punishment, but I also know it can be overcome. Now I'll let you sit back and use that mighty weapon and scratch your brain as to how I know this, but you'll not get it from me...or for that matter on me. As for bragging rights Golem. well bragging rights are only good for people who like to here themselves brag. The simple fact...the one true fact that you can't deny is that Manson's as you said it...World Title...well it's not in your possesion or mine. No you want to speak of reality Golem and it's as simple as this. Manson has the world title...your ego can't take another loss and that leaves me...the man who has nothing to lose. {smiles} Please save yourself the obvious argument there. No going into this match I have the advantage...no matter how much you'll disagree. Only this time things will be different...why? simple...for the same reason you've provided again and again...because I'm going to.
(Jarod zips up his jacket and tosses his duffelbag over his shoulder)
Poe: talk about fate all you want...go right ahead and firmly beleive Mikey and I have no chance against you. In the end it will only make the victory much more sweeter Golem. {smiles} It will be a most precious moment for me...that's for sure. {shrugs} Crap for you though as moral victories and bragging rights carry no power and certainly like the shine of gold. Hope your happy with what you got
(Jarod turns his back and walks off his footsteps trailing of in the distance)
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((FADEIN: Michael Manson back in the dresssing room. he is wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with a NIN logo on it and black jeans and has developed all the pictures on the wall. He is turning them all backwards so the camera cannot see them.))
MANSON: Jarod Poe has once again decided to grace us with his presence. We might as well check his shadow to see if spring will come early this year. But really, it's either a much more sensitive me he's trying to be or he's trying to be the Crow. Yes, that is where he gets his name from, a hack writing a watered down version of a memorable franchise and to think he named himself after a homosexual zombie. No wonder he wants to be more like me. His problem though comes from the fatc that he is not able to take the next step, the final leap in logic. It's this whole coward thing he doesn't understand.
Only a very naive and ignorant soul would call me a coward. I've never backed out of a match and I sure as hell never ran away from anyone. There's always a time to make an exit and I am one who knows when that is. I'm the one going after Malestrom every week because he is supposed to the anointed one to take me down. His responses are not very creative or well-thought out. Then again, this is Maelstrom and the fatc that he even gets the directions to the arena amazes me. And really, any fight against me pales in comparision to Maelstrom's struggle with the grammar of the English language, but I disgress.
You see, Poe, your problem is your thinking. You say I'm a coward because you don't agree with my methods. For someone who obviously tries to lead a counter-cultured lifestyle, I would have hoped you would be more open-minded. But you even argue with something that works. While your brave and bold style has caused you to get your ass handed to you twice by me. Now really, where has this gotten you? Cannon fodder for Maelstrom? The odd man out in this match? And you are the odd man out if only because you feel the need to tell us all about the Masked Blazer. Let me tell you what I know about the Masked Blazer. he shows up once a month to bother you. Yes, his life must be hollow and devoid of purpose. However, his methods have obviously attracted your attention and disdain despite the fact he's barely ever around. That should have taught you something. Falling twice to me should have taught you something. Hopefully, a third time will do it, after all 3 is a Biblical number.
Then again, even if you take that next step, you can never actually be me. You can't think the things I do and you'll never be able to do the things I do, not exactly. There is only one Michael Manson much to King Krusher's joy. As the parable of King Solomon tells, you can't divide a living thing in half. There is no half, there is only one. But keep idol worshipping me if it makes you happy. You need something to do inbetween Blazer's visits.
And Golem, my victory over you is not the greatest achievement in my existence. No, I only lord that over you because it so obviously wounds your pride. After all, how can you be this superior lifeform when I already beat you? I would have to say the greatest achievement of my existence is ther fact that I'm still alive despite everything I've done. Really, I should get a medal for that, but since that won't ever happen, I'll just keep the title belt.
Of course pride normally comes before a fall, unless you prepare for it. I know you're still licking your wound, Golem, for the fact that all I needed to beat you was presence of mind. If there were any real controversy, wouldn't Krusher or Malec have stripped of the title by now? It's hard for you to go claiming I'm afraid of you, I can't beat you, and the rest of that when I already beat you. Actions do speak louder than words. I don't need to say I'm better than you, I don't need to say I'm smarter, because I already proved I am. Hell, I've proved it before thsi entire league since no one has been able to stop me from doing anything yet. You really think you're better than that Golem? Better than the rest? You already failed like the rest of them. All you're really getting here, besides the chance to be a lamb on my altar, is just another setup to lose, albeit this time with a handicap.
Don't be so quick to mock my predictions of the future. I was only trying to help you after all, since your creditability will be Poe-like after another failure. I was trying to give you a somewhat positive future and livelihood to shoot for. After all, I predicted your TV title shot now didn't I? Granted, it didn't much foresight to see that coming, but you never saw it. Be mindful of the future and take help when you need it because your pride was already lost when you were dropped on your neck and pinned to the mat by me.
But don't lose hope, neither of you, despite being cannon fodder and part of an expected body count. To rise as high as you possibly can is the highest principal. Of course you need someone to show you when to stop and thankfully you have me for that. That shouldn't stop you from trying though. King Krusher keeps trying to do something about me, of course he violates this principal by failing in his duties as commissioner since he really can't anything about anyone. And of course, he has other concerns, after all, it's not hard to guess what's on those photographs Shades is carrying around. But nonetheless, Krusher fails further by trying to deny me. He tries to keep me down, he tries to prevent me from rising as high as I can. Of course, he can't because in the end, he can't hold me down. Perhaps if he was more concerned with booking matches and actually helping even the sides. Torture was outlawed by the Geneva Convention, yet in that ring it is legal. As is another other kinds of violence. You open that up and what right do you have to try to deny me anything? Of course, Krusher thinks the 2 of you will help weaken me so Maelstrom can stop me...but he chose wrong. He always does. He should have done something to protect both of you...he should have done something to protect Maelstrom instead of locking him in a cage with me.
But he, like the 2 of you, and the rest of this promotion is a failure. Try to deny me and I simply rise higher. I don't even have to say it, because I've done it. I know he is watching this and cursing me right now. He has no hope, no future, and no plan because he can get get his mind around to do what he has to. Just like the two of you. So don't feel bad for ultimately failing, some of us have a glass ceiling over us. It's just unfortunate for you that unlike the other devil, I don't keep falling.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson back in the dresssing room. he is wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with a NIN logo on it and black jeans and has developed all the pictures on the wall. He is turning them all backwards so the camera cannot see them.))
MANSON: Jarod Poe has once again decided to grace us with his presence. We might as well check his shadow to see if spring will come early this year. But really, it's either a much more sensitive me he's trying to be or he's trying to be the Crow. Yes, that is where he gets his name from, a hack writing a watered down version of a memorable franchise and to think he named himself after a homosexual zombie. No wonder he wants to be more like me. His problem though comes from the fatc that he is not able to take the next step, the final leap in logic. It's this whole coward thing he doesn't understand.
Only a very naive and ignorant soul would call me a coward. I've never backed out of a match and I sure as hell never ran away from anyone. There's always a time to make an exit and I am one who knows when that is. I'm the one going after Malestrom every week because he is supposed to the anointed one to take me down. His responses are not very creative or well-thought out. Then again, this is Maelstrom and the fatc that he even gets the directions to the arena amazes me. And really, any fight against me pales in comparision to Maelstrom's struggle with the grammar of the English language, but I disgress.
You see, Poe, your problem is your thinking. You say I'm a coward because you don't agree with my methods. For someone who obviously tries to lead a counter-cultured lifestyle, I would have hoped you would be more open-minded. But you even argue with something that works. While your brave and bold style has caused you to get your ass handed to you twice by me. Now really, where has this gotten you? Cannon fodder for Maelstrom? The odd man out in this match? And you are the odd man out if only because you feel the need to tell us all about the Masked Blazer. Let me tell you what I know about the Masked Blazer. he shows up once a month to bother you. Yes, his life must be hollow and devoid of purpose. However, his methods have obviously attracted your attention and disdain despite the fact he's barely ever around. That should have taught you something. Falling twice to me should have taught you something. Hopefully, a third time will do it, after all 3 is a Biblical number.
Then again, even if you take that next step, you can never actually be me. You can't think the things I do and you'll never be able to do the things I do, not exactly. There is only one Michael Manson much to King Krusher's joy. As the parable of King Solomon tells, you can't divide a living thing in half. There is no half, there is only one. But keep idol worshipping me if it makes you happy. You need something to do inbetween Blazer's visits.
And Golem, my victory over you is not the greatest achievement in my existence. No, I only lord that over you because it so obviously wounds your pride. After all, how can you be this superior lifeform when I already beat you? I would have to say the greatest achievement of my existence is ther fact that I'm still alive despite everything I've done. Really, I should get a medal for that, but since that won't ever happen, I'll just keep the title belt.
Of course pride normally comes before a fall, unless you prepare for it. I know you're still licking your wound, Golem, for the fact that all I needed to beat you was presence of mind. If there were any real controversy, wouldn't Krusher or Malec have stripped of the title by now? It's hard for you to go claiming I'm afraid of you, I can't beat you, and the rest of that when I already beat you. Actions do speak louder than words. I don't need to say I'm better than you, I don't need to say I'm smarter, because I already proved I am. Hell, I've proved it before thsi entire league since no one has been able to stop me from doing anything yet. You really think you're better than that Golem? Better than the rest? You already failed like the rest of them. All you're really getting here, besides the chance to be a lamb on my altar, is just another setup to lose, albeit this time with a handicap.
Don't be so quick to mock my predictions of the future. I was only trying to help you after all, since your creditability will be Poe-like after another failure. I was trying to give you a somewhat positive future and livelihood to shoot for. After all, I predicted your TV title shot now didn't I? Granted, it didn't much foresight to see that coming, but you never saw it. Be mindful of the future and take help when you need it because your pride was already lost when you were dropped on your neck and pinned to the mat by me.
But don't lose hope, neither of you, despite being cannon fodder and part of an expected body count. To rise as high as you possibly can is the highest principal. Of course you need someone to show you when to stop and thankfully you have me for that. That shouldn't stop you from trying though. King Krusher keeps trying to do something about me, of course he violates this principal by failing in his duties as commissioner since he really can't anything about anyone. And of course, he has other concerns, after all, it's not hard to guess what's on those photographs Shades is carrying around. But nonetheless, Krusher fails further by trying to deny me. He tries to keep me down, he tries to prevent me from rising as high as I can. Of course, he can't because in the end, he can't hold me down. Perhaps if he was more concerned with booking matches and actually helping even the sides. Torture was outlawed by the Geneva Convention, yet in that ring it is legal. As is another other kinds of violence. You open that up and what right do you have to try to deny me anything? Of course, Krusher thinks the 2 of you will help weaken me so Maelstrom can stop me...but he chose wrong. He always does. He should have done something to protect both of you...he should have done something to protect Maelstrom instead of locking him in a cage with me.
But he, like the 2 of you, and the rest of this promotion is a failure. Try to deny me and I simply rise higher. I don't even have to say it, because I've done it. I know he is watching this and cursing me right now. He has no hope, no future, and no plan because he can get get his mind around to do what he has to. Just like the two of you. So don't feel bad for ultimately failing, some of us have a glass ceiling over us. It's just unfortunate for you that unlike the other devil, I don't keep falling.
Thirsting For The Dark...
(Cue Up: "The Becoming" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into an empty room, with little more than a wooden chair in the middle. Walking up from behind it, out of the shadows, is Golem. He steps around and into the chair. The wall light casts awkward shadows across his cold face.)
Golem: Jarod, Jarod, Jarod. In your consistent view of my consistency lies the fault of your reasoning. Hardy tales you tell yourself, following the tail of a cat that exists but alone in your simple mind. You reiterate thoughts of my reiteration and rehash the idea that I am the rehasher. Many silver strands you string together, but in the end a spider web will catch only those weak enough to not fight their way free. I am no such man, good Jarod. I am not Masked Blazer, I am not Michael Manson, and I am most importantly not you. See, I am not accepting defeat when I see no such event as occurring. Yes, Manson still has the title, you have many times quoted me as saying it, while what you fail to understand, is that I don't care. I don't care if take the belt from him or not. All I care about is a tiny thing called pride. Deep within his brooding self-affirming exterior, Manson has it. Brash and powerful, Golem wears pride as the sole indicator of his power. Golem does not need others to tell him he's the best, and he doesn't need a piece of tin to tell others he is. Look in him, and find your own answers. But you, Jarod, your lack of pride is almost enigmatic to me. You seem heartily content to accept and wallow in your worthlessness and appear to try and latch upon the successes of the current champion. Well, that's fine, and it will get you to your end, a despondent nothing clinging loosely to the shoe-laces of a fading antagonist. Meanwhile, Golem shall arise to the night, and feast upon the remnants of a old man and a little boy. In the shadows, where the darkness cries out for the day to rob it of it's shortcomings, three shall march and out shall walk the defender of things and the bringer of ruination. Do I consistently bring up the fact I beat Michael Manson? Maybe, in the situation where I am fighting Manson, yes, much the same as he oft brings up his win over me. We both have pride we are bolstering and wounded the other's. Still, why don't you bring up all your wins over Manson? Over Golem? Oh, that's right, you can't because you, despite your insistence to be a legitimate threat, have incurred no such victory. Why is that, Jarod? Is it, perhaps, because in songs of greatness and monuments of self-assurance you build for yourself, you're really just another worthless nobody who can't beat a TV champion, let alone Golem or even Manson. After all, it seems your goal since you got here in GLCW has been that title and you haven't gotten it. Simply put, Jarod, you're a failure. Poor, pathetic, failure...Jarod Poe. Manson makes claims that your character comes from some stupid movie. I don't claim to know the movie or the character, but it does provide an almost ironic coincidence after you are so quick to make movie allusions to a character with a name both spelled and pronounced differently. Hey, that's good ole Jarod, though. Not really thinking about what he's doing, just bumbling his moronic self through the motions. You see, calling a man a fanatical fan, a snake, or a cartoon character, it doesn't change anything. In the ring, you're still going to be Jarod Poe and my pretty little prize fighter will still be the same Manson and I will still be the Golem I have been before. And, after shifting your the name-calling, when you get down to talent, you just measure up. You can try to beat me, Jarod. You can try as hard and futilely as you want. It won't make the slightest bit of difference. You will stumble and I will drain the life from your body and I will hoard the title over your simple little head even worse than Manson is. Because it's how you comprehend your immense faulters in life. You ask me why you should care about me? Heh...go ahead, don't care about me. Ignore the callings and the echoing in the darkness. Forget how I did what you couldn't and beat Manson, forget how I beat the Jobber and you didn't, forget that simply put, never on your best day could you hold a candle to half the people I have beaten. Go in with your hands securely placed over your eyes and I will make it as quick and as painless as I can, while still making sure that I get an ample amount of humor and gratification out of it. You can give a millennium’s worth of your backwater advice, Jarod, it doesn't make you a sage, in-ring or out. I think you should be worried slightly more on the fact that I will gunning to render you incapable or walking than I would be worried about whether or not you think I care even the slightest about your unintelligent jests at me. No man has ever truly escaped my claw on their own, save one. Giving him his due, Nevada escaped it once, everyone else just runs to the ropes crying like the fragile little boys I have understood them to be. Manson used a chair to escape, and really, that was just a momentary thing. Twice, my claw has been banned from leagues because it is more dangerous than any fancy-named submission you could ever fathom. Clever lobbying on my part, and perhaps, a small degree of help from fans who would love to see Manson suffer it's dismal fate, it has been, for the meantime, at least, reinstated as a legal maneuver in the GLCW. That doesn't bode too well for you, Jarod, but, hey, you like pain, right? I love the way you try to play it off as Golem's having pride being a liability. It's true, Golem is not much for failing. Taking another loss would of course hurt, but I would figure it would hurt anyone. Me, Manson, Maelstrom. Hell, The Jobber is hunting me down for retribution because the man at least has the dignity to not take a loss like a little girl. But you, you see yourself as having nothing to lose. Well, on the inside, I cry for you, Jarod. I feel sorry that you have already lost that shred of pride that even Manson can makes to clutch on to. You? You're just a lost cause.
(Golem cracks his back loudly, then continues.)
Golem: And, now...Manson. It's good to hear from you again, it really is. You had kind of left me on a sour note with that depressing erotica video. But here you come back and your wit is as dry as ever. I mean, you say 3 is a Biblical number. Well, 3 is also a great number to signify completion. And, with us really splitting the first two, whether you like it or not, here we are, and we are set to go at it a third time. Maybe this time, something legitimate will occur and the pages of history will tell the tale of a true champion. Then again, maybe not, and we will find ourselves here again, in a week or two. After all, when you take away you, me, The Jobber, and Maelstrom, you would be hard-pressed to find anyone who has earned anything more than a swift and cold beating. (cough) Troy Martinez (cough). I mean, honestly, Michael, I am all you have. If you didn't have me to fill the time, all you would have is the silence and the darkness. Combine that with Jarod Poe, and you have a recipe for sociopath. Maybe it's one of those "nature vs. nurture" things? Who knows, and who cares, I suppose, as we are who we are. And you wouldn't be the same person you are right now if you hadn't defeated me that first time we fought. That's why it was the most important win of your career. Sure, you can think and remember matches that you bastardize in your memory to fit your reasoning, but, basically, you have never beaten an opponent the likes of me. It's astonishing, really, that you could accomplish it, and I would be lying if I said you actually DID accomplish it, but hey, sometimes the clearest path is through the mud. Take it while you can, because it lends fate to your hand. Unfortunately, all good things must eventually be dragged behind the house and shot through their tender skull. As it is with your title reign. Of course Malec is not going to strip the title of you, because, like you said, the fans love to hate you, Manson, and, well, your T-shirt sells really well, doesn't it? You certainly wouldn't be as marketable if everyone just stripped you of your title. I mean, hell, that wouldn't even elevate the sales of ANYONE ELSE'S merchandise. And that is just a crime against humanity. I mean, you have the lack of comprehension to say that Golem is but a lamb on your altar, Michael? Now, now...you can't really believe that, can you? Golem is the undoer, the one who takes great things and unravels them from the middle. It's cold, they say. You know...when you're naked. I plan to strip you, Michael. Of your title, of your pride…of your skin. I plan on taking everything you hold dear and everything you hold otherwise. Why? Because I can. I do because Golem seeks his ascension and only in the wake of ash and grinding teeth can he reach his summit. They say “try to deny Manson...and he only rises higher”. And as he rises, Golem shall rise, too...atop the shoulders of a broken and beaten champion. You see, Michael, your reign as paper champion is over. All that's left is darkness...the cold...and Golem.
(Fade to black.)
(Cue Up: "The Becoming" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into an empty room, with little more than a wooden chair in the middle. Walking up from behind it, out of the shadows, is Golem. He steps around and into the chair. The wall light casts awkward shadows across his cold face.)
Golem: Jarod, Jarod, Jarod. In your consistent view of my consistency lies the fault of your reasoning. Hardy tales you tell yourself, following the tail of a cat that exists but alone in your simple mind. You reiterate thoughts of my reiteration and rehash the idea that I am the rehasher. Many silver strands you string together, but in the end a spider web will catch only those weak enough to not fight their way free. I am no such man, good Jarod. I am not Masked Blazer, I am not Michael Manson, and I am most importantly not you. See, I am not accepting defeat when I see no such event as occurring. Yes, Manson still has the title, you have many times quoted me as saying it, while what you fail to understand, is that I don't care. I don't care if take the belt from him or not. All I care about is a tiny thing called pride. Deep within his brooding self-affirming exterior, Manson has it. Brash and powerful, Golem wears pride as the sole indicator of his power. Golem does not need others to tell him he's the best, and he doesn't need a piece of tin to tell others he is. Look in him, and find your own answers. But you, Jarod, your lack of pride is almost enigmatic to me. You seem heartily content to accept and wallow in your worthlessness and appear to try and latch upon the successes of the current champion. Well, that's fine, and it will get you to your end, a despondent nothing clinging loosely to the shoe-laces of a fading antagonist. Meanwhile, Golem shall arise to the night, and feast upon the remnants of a old man and a little boy. In the shadows, where the darkness cries out for the day to rob it of it's shortcomings, three shall march and out shall walk the defender of things and the bringer of ruination. Do I consistently bring up the fact I beat Michael Manson? Maybe, in the situation where I am fighting Manson, yes, much the same as he oft brings up his win over me. We both have pride we are bolstering and wounded the other's. Still, why don't you bring up all your wins over Manson? Over Golem? Oh, that's right, you can't because you, despite your insistence to be a legitimate threat, have incurred no such victory. Why is that, Jarod? Is it, perhaps, because in songs of greatness and monuments of self-assurance you build for yourself, you're really just another worthless nobody who can't beat a TV champion, let alone Golem or even Manson. After all, it seems your goal since you got here in GLCW has been that title and you haven't gotten it. Simply put, Jarod, you're a failure. Poor, pathetic, failure...Jarod Poe. Manson makes claims that your character comes from some stupid movie. I don't claim to know the movie or the character, but it does provide an almost ironic coincidence after you are so quick to make movie allusions to a character with a name both spelled and pronounced differently. Hey, that's good ole Jarod, though. Not really thinking about what he's doing, just bumbling his moronic self through the motions. You see, calling a man a fanatical fan, a snake, or a cartoon character, it doesn't change anything. In the ring, you're still going to be Jarod Poe and my pretty little prize fighter will still be the same Manson and I will still be the Golem I have been before. And, after shifting your the name-calling, when you get down to talent, you just measure up. You can try to beat me, Jarod. You can try as hard and futilely as you want. It won't make the slightest bit of difference. You will stumble and I will drain the life from your body and I will hoard the title over your simple little head even worse than Manson is. Because it's how you comprehend your immense faulters in life. You ask me why you should care about me? Heh...go ahead, don't care about me. Ignore the callings and the echoing in the darkness. Forget how I did what you couldn't and beat Manson, forget how I beat the Jobber and you didn't, forget that simply put, never on your best day could you hold a candle to half the people I have beaten. Go in with your hands securely placed over your eyes and I will make it as quick and as painless as I can, while still making sure that I get an ample amount of humor and gratification out of it. You can give a millennium’s worth of your backwater advice, Jarod, it doesn't make you a sage, in-ring or out. I think you should be worried slightly more on the fact that I will gunning to render you incapable or walking than I would be worried about whether or not you think I care even the slightest about your unintelligent jests at me. No man has ever truly escaped my claw on their own, save one. Giving him his due, Nevada escaped it once, everyone else just runs to the ropes crying like the fragile little boys I have understood them to be. Manson used a chair to escape, and really, that was just a momentary thing. Twice, my claw has been banned from leagues because it is more dangerous than any fancy-named submission you could ever fathom. Clever lobbying on my part, and perhaps, a small degree of help from fans who would love to see Manson suffer it's dismal fate, it has been, for the meantime, at least, reinstated as a legal maneuver in the GLCW. That doesn't bode too well for you, Jarod, but, hey, you like pain, right? I love the way you try to play it off as Golem's having pride being a liability. It's true, Golem is not much for failing. Taking another loss would of course hurt, but I would figure it would hurt anyone. Me, Manson, Maelstrom. Hell, The Jobber is hunting me down for retribution because the man at least has the dignity to not take a loss like a little girl. But you, you see yourself as having nothing to lose. Well, on the inside, I cry for you, Jarod. I feel sorry that you have already lost that shred of pride that even Manson can makes to clutch on to. You? You're just a lost cause.
(Golem cracks his back loudly, then continues.)
Golem: And, now...Manson. It's good to hear from you again, it really is. You had kind of left me on a sour note with that depressing erotica video. But here you come back and your wit is as dry as ever. I mean, you say 3 is a Biblical number. Well, 3 is also a great number to signify completion. And, with us really splitting the first two, whether you like it or not, here we are, and we are set to go at it a third time. Maybe this time, something legitimate will occur and the pages of history will tell the tale of a true champion. Then again, maybe not, and we will find ourselves here again, in a week or two. After all, when you take away you, me, The Jobber, and Maelstrom, you would be hard-pressed to find anyone who has earned anything more than a swift and cold beating. (cough) Troy Martinez (cough). I mean, honestly, Michael, I am all you have. If you didn't have me to fill the time, all you would have is the silence and the darkness. Combine that with Jarod Poe, and you have a recipe for sociopath. Maybe it's one of those "nature vs. nurture" things? Who knows, and who cares, I suppose, as we are who we are. And you wouldn't be the same person you are right now if you hadn't defeated me that first time we fought. That's why it was the most important win of your career. Sure, you can think and remember matches that you bastardize in your memory to fit your reasoning, but, basically, you have never beaten an opponent the likes of me. It's astonishing, really, that you could accomplish it, and I would be lying if I said you actually DID accomplish it, but hey, sometimes the clearest path is through the mud. Take it while you can, because it lends fate to your hand. Unfortunately, all good things must eventually be dragged behind the house and shot through their tender skull. As it is with your title reign. Of course Malec is not going to strip the title of you, because, like you said, the fans love to hate you, Manson, and, well, your T-shirt sells really well, doesn't it? You certainly wouldn't be as marketable if everyone just stripped you of your title. I mean, hell, that wouldn't even elevate the sales of ANYONE ELSE'S merchandise. And that is just a crime against humanity. I mean, you have the lack of comprehension to say that Golem is but a lamb on your altar, Michael? Now, now...you can't really believe that, can you? Golem is the undoer, the one who takes great things and unravels them from the middle. It's cold, they say. You know...when you're naked. I plan to strip you, Michael. Of your title, of your pride…of your skin. I plan on taking everything you hold dear and everything you hold otherwise. Why? Because I can. I do because Golem seeks his ascension and only in the wake of ash and grinding teeth can he reach his summit. They say “try to deny Manson...and he only rises higher”. And as he rises, Golem shall rise, too...atop the shoulders of a broken and beaten champion. You see, Michael, your reign as paper champion is over. All that's left is darkness...the cold...and Golem.
(Fade to black.)
The Shadow knows...nothing
(The camera opens in the surrounding of Erma Henderson park. A wide open space almost devoid of tree sitting on the shoreline a Detroit. An inlet serves as a marina during warmer months as now mostly empty slips float in the cold Michigan waters. It's a sunny but cool day as the camera spies Jarod Poe talking a walk in the first real snow storm of the winter. He seems out of place surrounded by all the pure white snow. He spots the remantants of a frshly made snowman already starting to melt under the sun. A smile crosses hios face as he leans against one of the few trees)
Poe: Ah, feels good to get out in the fresh air. Let nature surround you. You really do have to try an appreacaite nature...after all we all have our own. Each person has his or her own nature. Pay close enough attention and it tells the world about us. {Smiles} The more you hear somebody talk the more you can tell about thier nature. The more you see thier actions the more you can tell about thier nature. I guess that's one of the things we get to see as wrestlers. We get to hear people talk and talk...thier nature is right there in front of us. You just have to open your eyes and see it. Ah, but that's not a simple thing for some of us. Is it Mikey?
(Jarod leans forward and slowly walks through the snow.)
Poe: You know Mike...you really should be careful with what you say. Words can be taken to heart...so I'd be real careful when you start calling people a HACK. Shall I go into grwater DETAIL for you...or would that be above your head. See I knew it wouldn't be long. You've tried you petty insults on Golem. Your Lord of the Rings comparasions...porno fantasies and Dunguens & Dragons reference. You see it really has no affect on him...he see it as nothing more then an immature attempt to get under his skin...as do I. {Grins} I suppose that makes me a fan of his know. {shrugs} Whatever. No Mikey...all this talk tells me alot about your nature, about the type of person you are...I'd say man, but that would be being very...very kind.
(Jarod stops raching up grabbing the metal bars of the jungle gym with his gloved hands)
Poe: See as simple human...you being very simple indeed Mikey when we reference...we usuall reference what we know. Grabbing facts from the small store of resource inside our minds. So it leads me to think that when you make these refrences of The Crow and Lord of the Rings...well I must say you come of as a man with great autority on the subject. Is this true Mikey? Are you out of the ring just some foolish loner...sititng at home watching horror and fantasy so he can dream of a real life? That beyond your little gig here in the GLCW and IWF you really don't hav emuch elso going for you in your life. No wonder you cling to it with such a death grip. Yes behind the man I see a shallow fool with not much going for him. Must be depressing...no wonder your such an unhappy man. I also see a good hypocrite at the same time.
(Jarod let's go and continues to walk through the fresh snow)
Poe: I mean you make fun of our names, but take a good look in the mirrior. I think you tip off what you really know. I mean Micheal Manson? Please...your first name taken from a beaten dead horse of a one hit horror icon. Much like him every succesive showing growing more and deperate and pathetic to hang onto it's failing legacy. Manson...the name of a would be cult leader. Who for all his master plans sits and jail only to make a fool of himself during each parole hearing and claimng with a foolish smile he's still a dangerous man.
(Pauses and then smiles)
Poe: Come to think of it Mikey...your moniker was chosen well. I on the other hand was born with this name. I'm sure you'll claim you were too, but given your facination with fantasy...I'll tend not to beleive you. Ah, but enough about the nature of the man...let's look at his actions. On how you deal with Krusher alone is sad. For the great and powerful superstar you are you handle of awful poorly. I've had Krusher threaten to suspend me...so what. I didn't back down or blackmail him...that is what the pictures are for...right? No simply telling the man go ahead...I get paid either way and you can keep me away for two long or the fans will follow and when I get back...I'll do something worse. Hell a man of your stature should be able to pull that powertrip easily. Ah, but that would require alot of forethough, and above all tact
(Jarod continues to walk on snow crushing underneath his feet)
Poe: You caertainly do know hot to make an exit Mikey...especially when Maelstrom comes a running. Or for that matter whenever a kink in your plan comes to point. I sure hope you won't do they same thing this time...I can't imagine the thought of stepping into the ring with two wrestlers who would just as soon see you dead are giving you a whole lot of pleasents thoughts at night. No Mikey...I wouldn't want to be you at all...much less act like you. A point I conceed. Something you'll never hear from the mouth a Golem....although it would be hard to tell that when the human run-on starts to flap his mouth. No...Mikey we are vastly different, but having faced you and seen your act I now know just what keep your little fantasy world afloat. It all has to do with that title...everything you've ever been succesful at is right thier. while your on the road standing in the fantast section of the local videostore looking for your latest comparison...it's the title that keeps you happy. When your reading comics books backstage looking for a hint at your latest fiendish plot...it's tha title that tells you your succesful. {Smiles} Well Mike...that's not going to last for long.
(Jarod stops at the edge of the park looking out as storm clouds start to form over the water)
Poe: See Michael for all you talk...there's one thing you have to conceed. You have only down to fall. Seeing you as a man whom only has that poor little gold to give him satisfaction and hope in his life it will be quite the drop for you. Well it's going to happen...just that simple. You've escaped before, but I'll be ready this time. Perhaps it will be me...not you that takes the shortcut. Either way Mikey...I hope...I really hope that when you suffer the loss of what little you have in your life...that the narrow elastic in your mind doesn't snap for good. Because Mike...the hardest thing about that great fall you in for...well it's the climb back up. Once you've lost everything and your power over people is gone. Well the road back will be even tougher and I...well I don't think you have it in you. All real can really do is wait and see.
(Jarod turns his back and walks off)
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(The camera opens in the surrounding of Erma Henderson park. A wide open space almost devoid of tree sitting on the shoreline a Detroit. An inlet serves as a marina during warmer months as now mostly empty slips float in the cold Michigan waters. It's a sunny but cool day as the camera spies Jarod Poe talking a walk in the first real snow storm of the winter. He seems out of place surrounded by all the pure white snow. He spots the remantants of a frshly made snowman already starting to melt under the sun. A smile crosses hios face as he leans against one of the few trees)
Poe: Ah, feels good to get out in the fresh air. Let nature surround you. You really do have to try an appreacaite nature...after all we all have our own. Each person has his or her own nature. Pay close enough attention and it tells the world about us. {Smiles} The more you hear somebody talk the more you can tell about thier nature. The more you see thier actions the more you can tell about thier nature. I guess that's one of the things we get to see as wrestlers. We get to hear people talk and talk...thier nature is right there in front of us. You just have to open your eyes and see it. Ah, but that's not a simple thing for some of us. Is it Mikey?
(Jarod leans forward and slowly walks through the snow.)
Poe: You know Mike...you really should be careful with what you say. Words can be taken to heart...so I'd be real careful when you start calling people a HACK. Shall I go into grwater DETAIL for you...or would that be above your head. See I knew it wouldn't be long. You've tried you petty insults on Golem. Your Lord of the Rings comparasions...porno fantasies and Dunguens & Dragons reference. You see it really has no affect on him...he see it as nothing more then an immature attempt to get under his skin...as do I. {Grins} I suppose that makes me a fan of his know. {shrugs} Whatever. No Mikey...all this talk tells me alot about your nature, about the type of person you are...I'd say man, but that would be being very...very kind.
(Jarod stops raching up grabbing the metal bars of the jungle gym with his gloved hands)
Poe: See as simple human...you being very simple indeed Mikey when we reference...we usuall reference what we know. Grabbing facts from the small store of resource inside our minds. So it leads me to think that when you make these refrences of The Crow and Lord of the Rings...well I must say you come of as a man with great autority on the subject. Is this true Mikey? Are you out of the ring just some foolish loner...sititng at home watching horror and fantasy so he can dream of a real life? That beyond your little gig here in the GLCW and IWF you really don't hav emuch elso going for you in your life. No wonder you cling to it with such a death grip. Yes behind the man I see a shallow fool with not much going for him. Must be depressing...no wonder your such an unhappy man. I also see a good hypocrite at the same time.
(Jarod let's go and continues to walk through the fresh snow)
Poe: I mean you make fun of our names, but take a good look in the mirrior. I think you tip off what you really know. I mean Micheal Manson? Please...your first name taken from a beaten dead horse of a one hit horror icon. Much like him every succesive showing growing more and deperate and pathetic to hang onto it's failing legacy. Manson...the name of a would be cult leader. Who for all his master plans sits and jail only to make a fool of himself during each parole hearing and claimng with a foolish smile he's still a dangerous man.
(Pauses and then smiles)
Poe: Come to think of it Mikey...your moniker was chosen well. I on the other hand was born with this name. I'm sure you'll claim you were too, but given your facination with fantasy...I'll tend not to beleive you. Ah, but enough about the nature of the man...let's look at his actions. On how you deal with Krusher alone is sad. For the great and powerful superstar you are you handle of awful poorly. I've had Krusher threaten to suspend me...so what. I didn't back down or blackmail him...that is what the pictures are for...right? No simply telling the man go ahead...I get paid either way and you can keep me away for two long or the fans will follow and when I get back...I'll do something worse. Hell a man of your stature should be able to pull that powertrip easily. Ah, but that would require alot of forethough, and above all tact
(Jarod continues to walk on snow crushing underneath his feet)
Poe: You caertainly do know hot to make an exit Mikey...especially when Maelstrom comes a running. Or for that matter whenever a kink in your plan comes to point. I sure hope you won't do they same thing this time...I can't imagine the thought of stepping into the ring with two wrestlers who would just as soon see you dead are giving you a whole lot of pleasents thoughts at night. No Mikey...I wouldn't want to be you at all...much less act like you. A point I conceed. Something you'll never hear from the mouth a Golem....although it would be hard to tell that when the human run-on starts to flap his mouth. No...Mikey we are vastly different, but having faced you and seen your act I now know just what keep your little fantasy world afloat. It all has to do with that title...everything you've ever been succesful at is right thier. while your on the road standing in the fantast section of the local videostore looking for your latest comparison...it's the title that keeps you happy. When your reading comics books backstage looking for a hint at your latest fiendish plot...it's tha title that tells you your succesful. {Smiles} Well Mike...that's not going to last for long.
(Jarod stops at the edge of the park looking out as storm clouds start to form over the water)
Poe: See Michael for all you talk...there's one thing you have to conceed. You have only down to fall. Seeing you as a man whom only has that poor little gold to give him satisfaction and hope in his life it will be quite the drop for you. Well it's going to happen...just that simple. You've escaped before, but I'll be ready this time. Perhaps it will be me...not you that takes the shortcut. Either way Mikey...I hope...I really hope that when you suffer the loss of what little you have in your life...that the narrow elastic in your mind doesn't snap for good. Because Mike...the hardest thing about that great fall you in for...well it's the climb back up. Once you've lost everything and your power over people is gone. Well the road back will be even tougher and I...well I don't think you have it in you. All real can really do is wait and see.
(Jarod turns his back and walks off)
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The Investigation
((FADEIN: Michael Manson dressed in a black collared shirt and pants standing up against the wall of photographs with a small aoken table in front of him with an envelope.))
MANSON: I apologize for breaking up this stream of consciousness for the two of you, but pressing matters must take priority.
((Manson takes up a pointer and slaps the center photo.))
This man, the Masked Blazer, wears a mask. Why I ask? What does he have to hide? It has occured to me that though he rarely shows up on television, that he could be backstage in his real identity, scheming and plotting. What could his true identity be? Let us consider. All these things I have been accused of..things I cannot be proven to have played a part in. Could it have been a man with a grudge against me?
Recently, I was mailed a package with these photographs and I'm sure after the close-up, you'll be as disturbed as I am.
((The camera focuses on the photographs which detail step by step how a man in a Masked Blazer mask and gloves kidnapped Karen Jewello or whatever her name is and handcuffed her in her underwear in the basement.))
Yes, this disturbed individual sent me the pictures, which means only my fingerprints have been on them. Since Rockford's finest have been unable to make way, I have been forced to undertake my own investigation into the matter.
My first clue came at the house show, the Masked Blazer was pinned by Maelstrom. Now, who do we know that is always pinned by Maelstrom? Yes, that's right, King Krusher. Have we ever seen him and the Blazer in the same place? Note that he was the one who eventually found our kidnapped valet, he knew right where to look.
Now consider this supposed poisoning he had, of course he couldn't fake it. But he could poison himself in an attempt to make sure he would not be able to count a pin. Luckily, my pin on Golem was so decisive that his scheme failed.
But why feud with Poe? To start, it's obvious why the Masked Blazer rarely shows up, he's really Krusher acting as commissioner, he simply uses his masked identitty when he has to. But why Poe? Isn't it obvious? Krusher's life is based around the death of his brother. Jarod Poe is the name of the CROW, an animated corpse. Could Poe be the reanimated brother of King Krusher or perhaps an imitator? Who knows the depths of Krusher's psychotic mind.
Furthermore, I received this in the mail with the pictures.
((Manson displays a typed note that says:
Manson,
Poe and Golem are dead men walking. So is Maelstrom. I will eat their organs and kidnap their women. No one can stop me.
From Hell,
the Masked Blazer))
He writes in the style of Jack the Ripper, another mystery yet to be found. What kind of maniac would do this? It is obvious what has happened. Krusher wanted an idealist promotion and when I did nothing, when I acted as saint, his mind snapped and he had to create a hel of his own heaven. He became the Masked Blazer. And using both identities he has created a sick game of intimidation and manipulation to eliminate me, the person infected mind sees as the devil. Moreover, he has already tried using Poe and Golem, now they are nothing more than loose ends that he expects me to eliminate for him.
Next, he plans to use his old nemesis Maelstrom in the same way, hoping we'll kill each other. Then there'll only be King Krusher left and he'll have to make himself champion and commissioner, a Nero-like mad man ruling the GLCW. Well, I won't stand for this. No, you see, gentlemen, I have to do horrible things to you both, shame and defeat you and the same with Maelstrom.
Why? Because then and only then, with the gameboard cleared of potential pieces, I can confront this madman King Krusher and force him into a final stand. That is what he wants in his sick fanatasy where he is the hero and I the devil, him against me. I have no choice to but to force the issue and defeat him at his own game. Have no fear, I will be the salvation of us all.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson dressed in a black collared shirt and pants standing up against the wall of photographs with a small aoken table in front of him with an envelope.))
MANSON: I apologize for breaking up this stream of consciousness for the two of you, but pressing matters must take priority.
((Manson takes up a pointer and slaps the center photo.))
This man, the Masked Blazer, wears a mask. Why I ask? What does he have to hide? It has occured to me that though he rarely shows up on television, that he could be backstage in his real identity, scheming and plotting. What could his true identity be? Let us consider. All these things I have been accused of..things I cannot be proven to have played a part in. Could it have been a man with a grudge against me?
Recently, I was mailed a package with these photographs and I'm sure after the close-up, you'll be as disturbed as I am.
((The camera focuses on the photographs which detail step by step how a man in a Masked Blazer mask and gloves kidnapped Karen Jewello or whatever her name is and handcuffed her in her underwear in the basement.))
Yes, this disturbed individual sent me the pictures, which means only my fingerprints have been on them. Since Rockford's finest have been unable to make way, I have been forced to undertake my own investigation into the matter.
My first clue came at the house show, the Masked Blazer was pinned by Maelstrom. Now, who do we know that is always pinned by Maelstrom? Yes, that's right, King Krusher. Have we ever seen him and the Blazer in the same place? Note that he was the one who eventually found our kidnapped valet, he knew right where to look.
Now consider this supposed poisoning he had, of course he couldn't fake it. But he could poison himself in an attempt to make sure he would not be able to count a pin. Luckily, my pin on Golem was so decisive that his scheme failed.
But why feud with Poe? To start, it's obvious why the Masked Blazer rarely shows up, he's really Krusher acting as commissioner, he simply uses his masked identitty when he has to. But why Poe? Isn't it obvious? Krusher's life is based around the death of his brother. Jarod Poe is the name of the CROW, an animated corpse. Could Poe be the reanimated brother of King Krusher or perhaps an imitator? Who knows the depths of Krusher's psychotic mind.
Furthermore, I received this in the mail with the pictures.
((Manson displays a typed note that says:
Manson,
Poe and Golem are dead men walking. So is Maelstrom. I will eat their organs and kidnap their women. No one can stop me.
From Hell,
the Masked Blazer))
He writes in the style of Jack the Ripper, another mystery yet to be found. What kind of maniac would do this? It is obvious what has happened. Krusher wanted an idealist promotion and when I did nothing, when I acted as saint, his mind snapped and he had to create a hel of his own heaven. He became the Masked Blazer. And using both identities he has created a sick game of intimidation and manipulation to eliminate me, the person infected mind sees as the devil. Moreover, he has already tried using Poe and Golem, now they are nothing more than loose ends that he expects me to eliminate for him.
Next, he plans to use his old nemesis Maelstrom in the same way, hoping we'll kill each other. Then there'll only be King Krusher left and he'll have to make himself champion and commissioner, a Nero-like mad man ruling the GLCW. Well, I won't stand for this. No, you see, gentlemen, I have to do horrible things to you both, shame and defeat you and the same with Maelstrom.
Why? Because then and only then, with the gameboard cleared of potential pieces, I can confront this madman King Krusher and force him into a final stand. That is what he wants in his sick fanatasy where he is the hero and I the devil, him against me. I have no choice to but to force the issue and defeat him at his own game. Have no fear, I will be the salvation of us all.
Drink it deep and drown
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-12-02 AT 04:13 AM (EST)](The camera opens inside an empty building deep in the industrail center of Detroit. He sits legs crossed on the one small place not litered with debris. His eyes are closed as the noise of the factories drones on behind him. His minds-eye focuses on his upcomiong match...the faces and actions of his opponents burning thier way into his mind. As the camera comes in closer Jarod opens his eyes and spies the camera moving in from the darkness. He has an angry look on his face)
Poe: Well...well you found me here. The one place in the world I come for a small amount of meditation and solitude and now that is lost. I know what your thinking...solitude?...of all places here. Well yes even in this noisy place I come for solitude. I meditate...using my mind to block out the noise and bring piece and silience to the voices. Yes I'm even able to block out the never ending rambelings of one Golem himself. A feat I must assure you is no easy task. I thought you might had gone away Golem. Grown tired of running your mouth...rinsing and repeating, but no...you took a few days off. Now your back...you've huffed and huffed and huffed and huffed and huffed some more, but still all your talk has not bought the house down. Instead it still stands a sense of confusion in your own words...not too mention much much desperation. I almost wonder why I bother...why taking the time to get something fresh out of yourself is worth it. Ah, but I'm a man who likes challenges and Golem...your present a big one
(Jarod slowly stands watching his head as he does. From above hangs hundreds of links of steel chain decending and swing like metallic stalactite)
Poe: So your back...weaving your words with prophocies of doom and gloom you've run of quite a list of predictions Golem...problem is...despite the time and effort I feel we've gone futher back then farther ahead. You talk of pride and accepting defeat. This is something I do not have a problem with. I realize I lost to Manson...unlike you I didn't rant on and on about how he cheated. I didn't run over and over the actions of the man. I took them, accepted them...formed a new plan and moved on. You...well you dwell. You can't stand that Mikey beat you. In fact you make up a built in excuse not just for the fact that you don't wear the title, but a reason for not when this match is over...you don't want it. {Laughs) Are you serious...I know you've built youself up in the third person to almost beleive everything you say, but this just sounds like a bulit in excuse for losing. Quite frankly it's CRAP Golem. You don't need a piece of tin to tell your greatness...well I guess that's true...we all can listen to run your mouth about how great you THINK you are. However if you want reconginition from the rest of the world to think your anything thing more then a little creature who likes to hear his own voice...well that strap will have to go around your furry little waist.
(Jarod walks across the floor dodging the chains as they swing in the air)
Poe: See golem at least I can be honest. Admit my shortcoming...show that I want to be on top and actually admit I WANT the GLCW title. I mean if you truly don't want the belt then why are you here in this match? Why waste your time wrestling at all...why not just sit at home in the dark and ramble until you've convinced yourself that you...GOLEM are the most dangerous thing in the world. See Golem...I don't care weather you see me as a threat or not. Let yourself beleive it...I could care less. The more you deny...the more you overlook...the more you both dismiss then the greater my odds of winning. With each word of denial you just increase your odds of losing and the disaster is building like an avalanche. You don't know me Golem...you know nothing about me. Soon though you'll find out more then you'll ever want to know...just when you AGAIN let the title slip from your hands. Ah, but look on the bright side Golem...you didn't want it in the first place. It's just a token. A token you won't have...meanwhile you'll be sitting at home telling yourself and whoever can pay attention long enough how much better you are...even in defeat.
(Jarod stops again grabbing two of the chains and lifting his body off the ground. Wrapping the chains around his arms he holds steady and looks forward. As he speakes again you can tell a slight strain in his voice)
Poe: In a vain attempt to prove your superior you me you bring up your win over Jobber. As if havingng that over me you are somehow better. well Golem...that was a belt I never wanted. I had my sights set higher then to be recongnized as second best in the GLCW. To hold a belt completly worthless to me. In out first encounter Jobber got the better of me only after I pinned three other men and wrestled well over forty minutes. It was that way and ONLY that way he could beat me. In our rematch Jobber was treated just like his namesake. After feeling the Sudden Impact Jobber ran in fear..got DQ'd/ Hit me with a steel chair twice...which I didn't even feel what did I do? Fading Light on the cement and then Poison Dart through the table. I left him draped with his own title on his belly. Whay did you do Golem?...you went out and got a simple pin fall...mere scraps of what I did to him.
(Jarod lowers himself to the ground the muscles in his arms burning)
Poe: <mock appluase> Way to go Big Guy. You can't get anything corret Golem...one moment telling me I measure up...the next changing your mind. You speak so fast the words don't even make sense to you...much less us who have to bear it. As for your claw Golem...please stop the foolishness. Nevada is not the only man to escape it...don't kid yourself...I told the truth and now you protest even more as to how dangerous it is. We'll see what you think of a fancy name finisher when I get down dropping both you and Manson on your head and neck. In fact ask Mikey how it feels? He grabbed a lead bar and ran for the hills last time. If you want to get a good shot,of it...then just stick around and get in my way. As I said...you go ahead...overlook me if you want...convince yourself I'm a non-factor in this match Golem. In the end your overconfidence will bite you on your furry ass.
(Jarod steps forward starign coldly into the camera)
Poe: See Golem...in the end it's real simple. You will be pinned like Manson. It's just three seconds and on a good day it can happen to anyone. The heavens will not open up...thunfer will not strike...no darkness shall reign. that's just something you say. The only REAL darkness...{smiles}...are the twisted thoughts in my mind and what I want to do to the two of you. That even scares me. I've got a chance to ruin Manson and take away his glory...you...I get to take away your pride...{laughs} Hell looks like the title is just a bonus...I'll be seeing you both real soon
(Jarod turns his back and walks away)
<FTB>
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-12-02 AT 04:13 AM (EST)](The camera opens inside an empty building deep in the industrail center of Detroit. He sits legs crossed on the one small place not litered with debris. His eyes are closed as the noise of the factories drones on behind him. His minds-eye focuses on his upcomiong match...the faces and actions of his opponents burning thier way into his mind. As the camera comes in closer Jarod opens his eyes and spies the camera moving in from the darkness. He has an angry look on his face)
Poe: Well...well you found me here. The one place in the world I come for a small amount of meditation and solitude and now that is lost. I know what your thinking...solitude?...of all places here. Well yes even in this noisy place I come for solitude. I meditate...using my mind to block out the noise and bring piece and silience to the voices. Yes I'm even able to block out the never ending rambelings of one Golem himself. A feat I must assure you is no easy task. I thought you might had gone away Golem. Grown tired of running your mouth...rinsing and repeating, but no...you took a few days off. Now your back...you've huffed and huffed and huffed and huffed and huffed some more, but still all your talk has not bought the house down. Instead it still stands a sense of confusion in your own words...not too mention much much desperation. I almost wonder why I bother...why taking the time to get something fresh out of yourself is worth it. Ah, but I'm a man who likes challenges and Golem...your present a big one
(Jarod slowly stands watching his head as he does. From above hangs hundreds of links of steel chain decending and swing like metallic stalactite)
Poe: So your back...weaving your words with prophocies of doom and gloom you've run of quite a list of predictions Golem...problem is...despite the time and effort I feel we've gone futher back then farther ahead. You talk of pride and accepting defeat. This is something I do not have a problem with. I realize I lost to Manson...unlike you I didn't rant on and on about how he cheated. I didn't run over and over the actions of the man. I took them, accepted them...formed a new plan and moved on. You...well you dwell. You can't stand that Mikey beat you. In fact you make up a built in excuse not just for the fact that you don't wear the title, but a reason for not when this match is over...you don't want it. {Laughs) Are you serious...I know you've built youself up in the third person to almost beleive everything you say, but this just sounds like a bulit in excuse for losing. Quite frankly it's CRAP Golem. You don't need a piece of tin to tell your greatness...well I guess that's true...we all can listen to run your mouth about how great you THINK you are. However if you want reconginition from the rest of the world to think your anything thing more then a little creature who likes to hear his own voice...well that strap will have to go around your furry little waist.
(Jarod walks across the floor dodging the chains as they swing in the air)
Poe: See golem at least I can be honest. Admit my shortcoming...show that I want to be on top and actually admit I WANT the GLCW title. I mean if you truly don't want the belt then why are you here in this match? Why waste your time wrestling at all...why not just sit at home in the dark and ramble until you've convinced yourself that you...GOLEM are the most dangerous thing in the world. See Golem...I don't care weather you see me as a threat or not. Let yourself beleive it...I could care less. The more you deny...the more you overlook...the more you both dismiss then the greater my odds of winning. With each word of denial you just increase your odds of losing and the disaster is building like an avalanche. You don't know me Golem...you know nothing about me. Soon though you'll find out more then you'll ever want to know...just when you AGAIN let the title slip from your hands. Ah, but look on the bright side Golem...you didn't want it in the first place. It's just a token. A token you won't have...meanwhile you'll be sitting at home telling yourself and whoever can pay attention long enough how much better you are...even in defeat.
(Jarod stops again grabbing two of the chains and lifting his body off the ground. Wrapping the chains around his arms he holds steady and looks forward. As he speakes again you can tell a slight strain in his voice)
Poe: In a vain attempt to prove your superior you me you bring up your win over Jobber. As if havingng that over me you are somehow better. well Golem...that was a belt I never wanted. I had my sights set higher then to be recongnized as second best in the GLCW. To hold a belt completly worthless to me. In out first encounter Jobber got the better of me only after I pinned three other men and wrestled well over forty minutes. It was that way and ONLY that way he could beat me. In our rematch Jobber was treated just like his namesake. After feeling the Sudden Impact Jobber ran in fear..got DQ'd/ Hit me with a steel chair twice...which I didn't even feel what did I do? Fading Light on the cement and then Poison Dart through the table. I left him draped with his own title on his belly. Whay did you do Golem?...you went out and got a simple pin fall...mere scraps of what I did to him.
(Jarod lowers himself to the ground the muscles in his arms burning)
Poe: <mock appluase> Way to go Big Guy. You can't get anything corret Golem...one moment telling me I measure up...the next changing your mind. You speak so fast the words don't even make sense to you...much less us who have to bear it. As for your claw Golem...please stop the foolishness. Nevada is not the only man to escape it...don't kid yourself...I told the truth and now you protest even more as to how dangerous it is. We'll see what you think of a fancy name finisher when I get down dropping both you and Manson on your head and neck. In fact ask Mikey how it feels? He grabbed a lead bar and ran for the hills last time. If you want to get a good shot,of it...then just stick around and get in my way. As I said...you go ahead...overlook me if you want...convince yourself I'm a non-factor in this match Golem. In the end your overconfidence will bite you on your furry ass.
(Jarod steps forward starign coldly into the camera)
Poe: See Golem...in the end it's real simple. You will be pinned like Manson. It's just three seconds and on a good day it can happen to anyone. The heavens will not open up...thunfer will not strike...no darkness shall reign. that's just something you say. The only REAL darkness...{smiles}...are the twisted thoughts in my mind and what I want to do to the two of you. That even scares me. I've got a chance to ruin Manson and take away his glory...you...I get to take away your pride...{laughs} Hell looks like the title is just a bonus...I'll be seeing you both real soon
(Jarod turns his back and walks away)
<FTB>
The Echoes Of Eternity...
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into a balcony on Golem's house, where he sits staring off into the darkness of the night.)
Golem: Ah, Jarod. You think you understand what it is you going on and on about, but really, you're just more confused than Michael Manson after a long day of bible study. You seem kind of...upset...about the fact that my story has any level of consistency to it. Well, sorry, Jarod, but it always will. I am not one to waste time scrounging for a million and different ways to say the same thing, like you. I mean, I get why you use your little references. Maybe a subtle allusion to the Big Bad Wolf will draw off from the fact that you, no matter whether it be one time or a million times, couldn't hang with me. But it's funny. After Golem is through huffing and puffing, and can't get in, what happens? The two stupid pigs come walking down into a ring with the wolf and get themselves devoured. Well, that's almost a sad ending...if everyone didn't see that coming a mile away, anyway. You say that you wish to meditate before our match? Why, Jarod? A million prayers and a thousand Hail Mary's are not going to alter the inescapable fate you must encounter come Riptide. Blocking out construction noise, blocking out Golem's words, despite the fact you seem to have them memorized for what it's worth, none of that will help you block out the reality that nothing you can do is even going to half good enough to stop the one they call Golem.
(Golem starts laughing. He stretches his arms out over his head and shakes his head, mockingly.)
Golem: I mean, honestly, Poe, do you honestly mean your words? The saddest part is that I truly believe you do. It seems to shock and astound you that someone could not want a title. I can understand it's tremendously easy for you admit your shortcomings, you've had it beaten into you. You see, I think you have been beaten so badly, you have brain damage. You are going through your life in such a painful malaise that I think I have to set a few things straight with you so you understand what it is that Golem is saying. First off, Golem doesn't want any championship. Yes, Golem will take them, but he doesn't need them to prove his worth. Are you so well set on the fact that you are worthless that you accept it? I mean, if I nothing without any title, then what are you? You have been in more title matches than anyone else in this league, spanning the World and TV titles. And what do you have to show for it? Bruises? An intense level of dementia that blinds you from reality? Excuse my jealousy. I mean, you have so little pride that honestly can't comprehend why Golem would be in this match if there were no world title on the line? Wow, Jarod, the pity I feel inside for you is immense. I am here because I have a score to settle with Manson. Not your kind of, "I got beaten into the dirt by you twice so let's make it a hat trick" score, but more of a "Best out of 3" score. I don't like losing, Jarod, and I really don't like losing to Manson. The title is like the added incentive for some people, for me it will be little more than a sign of how defeated Michael Manson. For you, it will be an object to lust over.
(Golem gets up and walks over to the rail and leans over.)
Golem: Jarod, it confuses me how you ever survived as long as you did. I mean, whether or not your name is from The Crow doesn't matter. It may speak volumes of your imagination and therefore your intelligence, but anyone who knows you knows that you aren't about to win any medals for your genius. I mean, if I understand you correctly...I think you think I beat the Jobber after you. I picked up the scraps, that's what you said, right? But, history says that is just not true. I beat The Jobber in the Jobber's second match, before he even had any thoughts of the TV title. You think that wrestling for 40 minutes is a long time? Well, I hope you have better endurance than that, or at least a real solid threshold of pain because I plan on torturing you well past the hour mark. I pray your thin, fragile little bones can hold out long enough for me to get my laughs in. You have not been able to get the job done against anyone in this league with any type of talent, so I don't know why you talk so big. You have more losses to two separate people than Golem has at all. Why? Because, let's face it. You just lack the skill and power and mental toughness to get the job even close to done. I mean, you can meditate in loud areas to lessen your hearing all you want. Then, maybe you will be too deaf to hear yourself screaming "Enough", and you can deny it later. Fact is, despite the fact, you meant it in jest, it is true what you say. I am better than you even in defeat. Specifically, my lack thereof.
(Golem walks over to the doorway in and stares in as he talks.)
Golem: I am not the TV champion, Poe. The fact you would say that tells me you know so strikingly little about me that it's funny. I don't worry about gold or what they signify. I can understand why you wouldn't want to be second best in the company...because that would piss of people, such as myself, who are considerably well ahead of you in talent, and then it would be further impressed upon you the fact that you aren't the second best. Or the third. Hell, after Rabesque, Edmunds, and half the other people out there walking, you finish roughly 8 or 9. Good for you, Jarod. Not at all shabby. Hey, at least maybe you can steal a win over Martinez before he fully heals and then you can have some bragging rights as to why you deserve to be the 6th best. I mean, you talk about things you don't understand. Like the Claw, for example. I mean, I could go into great lengths about the many little nuances of what the Claw entails, but why? I can use my breath for other things, and the Claw can speak for itself. I mean, after you hit your "Super Impact" or whatever the hell you want to call it, a top rope German Suplex, you said specifically Manson ran for the hills. Not much stopping power if he can just recover in a second to run, is it? No, the Claw has a great way of deteriorating the opponent and incapitating them, with half the set-up time. But maybe if I call it, "Sudden Claw", it will start to REALLY hurt.
(Golem walks back and returns to his seat. He cocks his head back, thinking. Remembering more, he laughs.)
Golem: You have really gotten yourself to believe that stuff, haven't you, Jarod? That my opinion of you being a non-factor at best is actually going to cost me anything. Basically, no matter how much you want to deny it, this match is going to come down to who can pin you fastest: me or Manson. I am sure that pinning you in the middle of the ring will make me a coward for not pulling you up and maybe rolling you on top of me for three seconds, but, hey, that is the burden I must bear. I mean, the hilarious Jarod Poe, has now even said that the best must lose every once in a while. And, yes, I lost to Manson. There is an outside chance I might lose to The Jobber. But you, my funny little friend? You beating me is less likely than lightning striking me. In fact, I would say only if the latter happened WHILE I facing you, could you maybe defeat me. There is a difference, you see, between having a chance to do something and having the potential to do something. I mean, yes, they are setting you up to take the belt and my pride. But that is mildly based on whether or not, you, Jarod, can go out there and put either one of us on our backs for three seconds. And of course, with your super moves, I am resting assured that we will be comatose in a matter of minutes. What happens, though, hypothetically, if we can't get one of your "5 Moves That Signify The End of The World"? What happens if you are too busy getting your face beaten in? Will you, just give up? Or will you keep trying, until rather than your will, your body is broken and you lose, shamefully? Hard to say. The suspense is killing me.
(Golem cracks his neck.)
Golem: Seems almost wrong to change subjects now, but well, I have some free time, and free time is the best time to spend on Michael Manson. Manson, I know what you can do in that ring, and it can be impressive at times, but outside the ring, you're...well...you're an idiot. Plain and simple. I mean, you go into a investigation for reason or another about the similarities between Masked Blazer and King Krusher. And you try to relate them to Jarod Poe. Well, sorry, but fact of the matter, is, none of those people matter. Emphasis on the last one. You see, whether or not King Krusher wants to see himself defeat you is irrevelant. I want to see you try and focus your sight attention span on Golem for a while. I think it will do you some good. Save the investigation about tied up girls and Jack The Ripper for another time and place. I mean, Karen Jewello will probably still be there in the closet when you get back. Maybe she will have less DNA evidence on her, but, hey, all you need is a tiny sample, right? I am sure she will be a little colder, but that's why God invented microwaves. Just ask Masked Blazer, and his unique brand of organ eating. Ah, The Masked Blazer. The thorn in Jarod's side who I dropped on his head, perhaps with my own variation of the "Ultimate Super Killer Drop" or whatever that move Jarod uses is called today. Doesn't matter, it will be longer and better named tomorrow, and therefore more powerful. At least you, Manson, can understand the subtle nuances of watching a wrestler squirm around in good, solid, tight submission hold...watching their face flush and then drain pale white, watching their hands and feet kick and pulsate until they go silent and dead. It's a funny thing, and an extremely enjoyable one. Secretly, I hope I get to share such an experience with a good friend like you, Michael.
(Golem rocks his chair back on two legs.)
Golem: The both of you, really. I mean, I am sure more people will respect me if I beat Manson and not Poe to win the match, but if I cared what people thought, I would be undergoing idiotic investigations or meditating at construction sites. Instead, I prepare to defeat either or both of you. And I plan on laughing and really enjoying myself as I do it. Not much will change that, frankly. Maybe one of you will pull together your poor excuse of a wrestling ability long enough to put up a solid fight. And then the fans of you two will be able to cheer or boo or laugh or cry long enough to see me break the two of us in half. I know, I know. Sounds like it might hurt, and it probably will, but well, I don't care about your collective healths, so why should you? Blood and bile slowly regenerates itself, and I think you have some to spare inside your bones. Hard to say. I don't much follow the history of people I injure. I mean, when leagues are giving awards for injuring people the way previous leagues have, it really makes you want to stick around a little while longer to hurt a few more people. Always a sociopath like Manson on your heels for that kind of record, you know? Well, if your Poe, you probably don't, but Poe doesn't know of anything, so we can let that slide. Oh well, friends, I suppose for now, I bid you adieu. The time draws ever closer, and the probability of escape gets narrower and narrower still. But, all things are possible. Except beating me, so if I were one of you two, I would just drop that prayer and save your time to pray for your own health.
(Golem gets up and walks back to the door. He opens it and slowly walks inside. Fade to black.)
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into a balcony on Golem's house, where he sits staring off into the darkness of the night.)
Golem: Ah, Jarod. You think you understand what it is you going on and on about, but really, you're just more confused than Michael Manson after a long day of bible study. You seem kind of...upset...about the fact that my story has any level of consistency to it. Well, sorry, Jarod, but it always will. I am not one to waste time scrounging for a million and different ways to say the same thing, like you. I mean, I get why you use your little references. Maybe a subtle allusion to the Big Bad Wolf will draw off from the fact that you, no matter whether it be one time or a million times, couldn't hang with me. But it's funny. After Golem is through huffing and puffing, and can't get in, what happens? The two stupid pigs come walking down into a ring with the wolf and get themselves devoured. Well, that's almost a sad ending...if everyone didn't see that coming a mile away, anyway. You say that you wish to meditate before our match? Why, Jarod? A million prayers and a thousand Hail Mary's are not going to alter the inescapable fate you must encounter come Riptide. Blocking out construction noise, blocking out Golem's words, despite the fact you seem to have them memorized for what it's worth, none of that will help you block out the reality that nothing you can do is even going to half good enough to stop the one they call Golem.
(Golem starts laughing. He stretches his arms out over his head and shakes his head, mockingly.)
Golem: I mean, honestly, Poe, do you honestly mean your words? The saddest part is that I truly believe you do. It seems to shock and astound you that someone could not want a title. I can understand it's tremendously easy for you admit your shortcomings, you've had it beaten into you. You see, I think you have been beaten so badly, you have brain damage. You are going through your life in such a painful malaise that I think I have to set a few things straight with you so you understand what it is that Golem is saying. First off, Golem doesn't want any championship. Yes, Golem will take them, but he doesn't need them to prove his worth. Are you so well set on the fact that you are worthless that you accept it? I mean, if I nothing without any title, then what are you? You have been in more title matches than anyone else in this league, spanning the World and TV titles. And what do you have to show for it? Bruises? An intense level of dementia that blinds you from reality? Excuse my jealousy. I mean, you have so little pride that honestly can't comprehend why Golem would be in this match if there were no world title on the line? Wow, Jarod, the pity I feel inside for you is immense. I am here because I have a score to settle with Manson. Not your kind of, "I got beaten into the dirt by you twice so let's make it a hat trick" score, but more of a "Best out of 3" score. I don't like losing, Jarod, and I really don't like losing to Manson. The title is like the added incentive for some people, for me it will be little more than a sign of how defeated Michael Manson. For you, it will be an object to lust over.
(Golem gets up and walks over to the rail and leans over.)
Golem: Jarod, it confuses me how you ever survived as long as you did. I mean, whether or not your name is from The Crow doesn't matter. It may speak volumes of your imagination and therefore your intelligence, but anyone who knows you knows that you aren't about to win any medals for your genius. I mean, if I understand you correctly...I think you think I beat the Jobber after you. I picked up the scraps, that's what you said, right? But, history says that is just not true. I beat The Jobber in the Jobber's second match, before he even had any thoughts of the TV title. You think that wrestling for 40 minutes is a long time? Well, I hope you have better endurance than that, or at least a real solid threshold of pain because I plan on torturing you well past the hour mark. I pray your thin, fragile little bones can hold out long enough for me to get my laughs in. You have not been able to get the job done against anyone in this league with any type of talent, so I don't know why you talk so big. You have more losses to two separate people than Golem has at all. Why? Because, let's face it. You just lack the skill and power and mental toughness to get the job even close to done. I mean, you can meditate in loud areas to lessen your hearing all you want. Then, maybe you will be too deaf to hear yourself screaming "Enough", and you can deny it later. Fact is, despite the fact, you meant it in jest, it is true what you say. I am better than you even in defeat. Specifically, my lack thereof.
(Golem walks over to the doorway in and stares in as he talks.)
Golem: I am not the TV champion, Poe. The fact you would say that tells me you know so strikingly little about me that it's funny. I don't worry about gold or what they signify. I can understand why you wouldn't want to be second best in the company...because that would piss of people, such as myself, who are considerably well ahead of you in talent, and then it would be further impressed upon you the fact that you aren't the second best. Or the third. Hell, after Rabesque, Edmunds, and half the other people out there walking, you finish roughly 8 or 9. Good for you, Jarod. Not at all shabby. Hey, at least maybe you can steal a win over Martinez before he fully heals and then you can have some bragging rights as to why you deserve to be the 6th best. I mean, you talk about things you don't understand. Like the Claw, for example. I mean, I could go into great lengths about the many little nuances of what the Claw entails, but why? I can use my breath for other things, and the Claw can speak for itself. I mean, after you hit your "Super Impact" or whatever the hell you want to call it, a top rope German Suplex, you said specifically Manson ran for the hills. Not much stopping power if he can just recover in a second to run, is it? No, the Claw has a great way of deteriorating the opponent and incapitating them, with half the set-up time. But maybe if I call it, "Sudden Claw", it will start to REALLY hurt.
(Golem walks back and returns to his seat. He cocks his head back, thinking. Remembering more, he laughs.)
Golem: You have really gotten yourself to believe that stuff, haven't you, Jarod? That my opinion of you being a non-factor at best is actually going to cost me anything. Basically, no matter how much you want to deny it, this match is going to come down to who can pin you fastest: me or Manson. I am sure that pinning you in the middle of the ring will make me a coward for not pulling you up and maybe rolling you on top of me for three seconds, but, hey, that is the burden I must bear. I mean, the hilarious Jarod Poe, has now even said that the best must lose every once in a while. And, yes, I lost to Manson. There is an outside chance I might lose to The Jobber. But you, my funny little friend? You beating me is less likely than lightning striking me. In fact, I would say only if the latter happened WHILE I facing you, could you maybe defeat me. There is a difference, you see, between having a chance to do something and having the potential to do something. I mean, yes, they are setting you up to take the belt and my pride. But that is mildly based on whether or not, you, Jarod, can go out there and put either one of us on our backs for three seconds. And of course, with your super moves, I am resting assured that we will be comatose in a matter of minutes. What happens, though, hypothetically, if we can't get one of your "5 Moves That Signify The End of The World"? What happens if you are too busy getting your face beaten in? Will you, just give up? Or will you keep trying, until rather than your will, your body is broken and you lose, shamefully? Hard to say. The suspense is killing me.
(Golem cracks his neck.)
Golem: Seems almost wrong to change subjects now, but well, I have some free time, and free time is the best time to spend on Michael Manson. Manson, I know what you can do in that ring, and it can be impressive at times, but outside the ring, you're...well...you're an idiot. Plain and simple. I mean, you go into a investigation for reason or another about the similarities between Masked Blazer and King Krusher. And you try to relate them to Jarod Poe. Well, sorry, but fact of the matter, is, none of those people matter. Emphasis on the last one. You see, whether or not King Krusher wants to see himself defeat you is irrevelant. I want to see you try and focus your sight attention span on Golem for a while. I think it will do you some good. Save the investigation about tied up girls and Jack The Ripper for another time and place. I mean, Karen Jewello will probably still be there in the closet when you get back. Maybe she will have less DNA evidence on her, but, hey, all you need is a tiny sample, right? I am sure she will be a little colder, but that's why God invented microwaves. Just ask Masked Blazer, and his unique brand of organ eating. Ah, The Masked Blazer. The thorn in Jarod's side who I dropped on his head, perhaps with my own variation of the "Ultimate Super Killer Drop" or whatever that move Jarod uses is called today. Doesn't matter, it will be longer and better named tomorrow, and therefore more powerful. At least you, Manson, can understand the subtle nuances of watching a wrestler squirm around in good, solid, tight submission hold...watching their face flush and then drain pale white, watching their hands and feet kick and pulsate until they go silent and dead. It's a funny thing, and an extremely enjoyable one. Secretly, I hope I get to share such an experience with a good friend like you, Michael.
(Golem rocks his chair back on two legs.)
Golem: The both of you, really. I mean, I am sure more people will respect me if I beat Manson and not Poe to win the match, but if I cared what people thought, I would be undergoing idiotic investigations or meditating at construction sites. Instead, I prepare to defeat either or both of you. And I plan on laughing and really enjoying myself as I do it. Not much will change that, frankly. Maybe one of you will pull together your poor excuse of a wrestling ability long enough to put up a solid fight. And then the fans of you two will be able to cheer or boo or laugh or cry long enough to see me break the two of us in half. I know, I know. Sounds like it might hurt, and it probably will, but well, I don't care about your collective healths, so why should you? Blood and bile slowly regenerates itself, and I think you have some to spare inside your bones. Hard to say. I don't much follow the history of people I injure. I mean, when leagues are giving awards for injuring people the way previous leagues have, it really makes you want to stick around a little while longer to hurt a few more people. Always a sociopath like Manson on your heels for that kind of record, you know? Well, if your Poe, you probably don't, but Poe doesn't know of anything, so we can let that slide. Oh well, friends, I suppose for now, I bid you adieu. The time draws ever closer, and the probability of escape gets narrower and narrower still. But, all things are possible. Except beating me, so if I were one of you two, I would just drop that prayer and save your time to pray for your own health.
(Golem gets up and walks back to the door. He opens it and slowly walks inside. Fade to black.)