Main Event: Michael Manson vs. Jarod Poe vs. Golem

[Devil666]

One must stop and listen to hear echoes

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-12-02 AT 04:29 AM (EST)](The camera catches Jarod Poe leaving Kola's Food Factory...one of Michigan more well known eatories made famous for thier serving of the little animal known as the Muskrat. It's takes some getting used to, but is highly addictive after the first or second. Belly full that warm sensation of the spicy sauce still on his mouth Poe slowly walks out the front door)

Poe: Oh...well here were are again. Hell I'm surprised you didn't stick that microphone in my face while I was eating {sneers} Best for you that you didn't. I better be careful...picking a fight with you might put the cameraman ahead of me in Golem's eyes...although the opinon of him means about as much to me as bringing my dad a bottle during father's day. Funny how things change even over the shortest amount of times. Over and over I told Golem he rambled on about the same thing...hell he kept sticking to his sad story that I began to sound like him. Ah, well Golem has a new one...a different one...still sounds the same, but at least...all the dark and scary stories have floated away. Which is good...I got up this morning fearing the crack in my floor was just the beginning of his forwarning coming true {smiles} You keep on insisting Golem that I am not in your league, but your only proof for this argument is what? When have we ever stepped into the ring with one another. Much like you have been all along...this is all talk. Mere words that only can be done in the ring. Sure you might hold a victory over Manson, but having never pinned my shoulders to the mat Golem...your argument is missing a difinative conclusion..is it not?

(Jarod pauses for a moment as smile crossing his lips)

Poe: The one they call Golem. You make it sound like some sort of legend. Like in the back all of us gather around in fear whispering...is Golem coming. Like we're townspeople hiding from the dragon. {snickers} Well Golem from being around the boys in the back...we do have numerous names for you..none are very kind. Some in fact quite insulting, but rest assure...none...not one leaves us shaking in fear of Golem. In fact the only person who does that with any sort of definition is the poor ugly face that stares back in your mirror every morning. Golem this and Golem that...your a character...a cartoon in my mind Golem. A glass image ready to be smashed in a thousand pieces...hell more like a fun house mirrior then anything else. You ask me if I mean my words? Well I say them with the same conviction that you put forth in yours Golem...only I take a moment and think. You SAY you don't want any titles, but I don't beleive you. It's just not in the nature of any man or whatever creature you might be. Sure your in this for bragging rights who is not, but to say you don't want the title...{sighs} I gotta beleive your just trying to not let it show that it kills you everytime Manson rubs it in your face. Hell it bothers me Golem...that's why I'm here...that's why I'm goign to take it away. Sure you have a score to settle with him Golem, but you can pin him in this match and still have nothing to really show for it. After all I'm still there to beat you. Ah, but pat yourslef on the shoulder...you'll still have your precious bragging rights, but nothing real to show for it

(Jarod zips up his jacket as the cool night air picks up a slight wind. The breeze blowing through the city gives it a ghost town feel as industy grows quite when night falls)

Poe: See Pride Golem is only measured by the man himself. It's something inside us. Despite losing to Manson I did not lose mine. In fact I think it keep me from defeating him. I wanted to do the right thing...show that on skill alone I could beat Manson...which I could. He on the other hand doesn't rely on that...something I should have seen, but will correct in the future. You on the other hand Golem..well it seems yours was wounded more in that one loss to Manson then anything else in your life. What you fail to see that I have lost enough in my life that a simple loss is nothing to dwell on. Much like most things in life we have to move on, but you...your obsessed with the score you must settle Golem...well fine you do that, It will just make it all the easier to catch one of you off guard and get that three count. You say the title is something I will lust over Golem...well that belt is only as good as the waist it's around. I'm afraid niether you or Manson will add much shine to it. I desire alot of things in life Golem...they are all more important that that {grins} precious world title...the only value placed on it is by the man who wears it. I too have said it was just a bonus, but you don't listen very well anyways.

(Jarod stops in front of his car. A black 49 Mercury sits in the parking lot. The paint has a dull finish from years of road salt, but it's powerful engine heads protrude from the hood. Jarod leans his back on the car's hood and continues to talk)

Poe: Your attempts you belittle me Golem used to be amusing, but now they've gone to being downright hilarious. You've got me ranked what? eighth or nineth in this league now. To do so you show no real proof...just a silly argument...I'm half expecting you to quote "My dad can beat up your dad" In one of your attempts to prove your superiority over me. Well all I hear is the same thing. I won't last...I will be destroyed...I'm nothing compared to you. Well you keep thinking that Golem. Keep your narrow mind rolling on that same razor thin train of thought...in the end it will only lead to defeat. Only a fool overlooks his opponents...this will be part of your downfall. the rest will be my ability. See Golem Manson cheated to win...he had to...just as he did you. Hell the Jobber ran for his life, but got nowhere. I have plenty of skill more then you will conceed outloud. I'll be there every step of the way as I battle the two of you. Forty minutes...an hour...hell we can go ALL night if you want Golem. {smiles} To be quite honest I just don't see the match lasting that long for any of us. There's two much hatred in that ring sustain it for too long of a time. If you really think your better then me in defeat Golem...{grins}...well then I guess you'll find that out sooner then later won't you.

(Jarod walks around the car rubbing a gloved hand over the metal)

Poe: I know your not the TV champion Golem..I was comparing how we handled the Jobber. While you left him to go onto greatness...well I left him in a puddle of his own blood. I can do the same thing to you Golem...in fact I look forward to doing that. I have the ability and I have the moves to do it. Manson felt the impact in our first match...perhaps it is you who does not follow history. Which is why in our rematch he grabbed that steel bar as soon as he was about to feel it again. I guess that says more then you could possibly put into words {grins} , but I'm sure you'll try. You want your claw to speak for itself golem..then fine. I've seen it work...in training I've prepared for it. I've got a man in my corner who knows just what it feels like and how to counter it. You mock my fives moves go right ahead. At least Golem I come prepared...not a one trick pony using the same thing over and over. I can snap on a move just a fast as you can. Each can be placed on at nearly anytime. Your claw...you can see it coming. We all have seen it...know all about it...hell it's all you talk about. Well just as you dimiss me...I dismiss your claw. I know the move is not as devastating as you say....hell even you admitted it can be reversed. Call it whaever you want Golem, but don't expect me to shake in fear at your mere words. It's a threat and I don't heed those furry one

(Jarod opens the drivers door as if about to step in, he pauses for a moment)

Poe: If the suspense is killing you Golem...and we can only hope that silence would occur should it, Then just wait until our match. I have my moves...you have your claw...Manson has his new way to cheat. We all bring different things to the table. However you will leave with a great loss...not just the title...or the pride of beating Manson...you will have lost to a man you dismissed...whom you overlooked. You will then be an even bigger fool then you already sound Golem. People will go from feeling empathy to just plain sadness at the furry little creature who lost to the terrible {grins} Jarod Poe. You dig your own grave deeper with every opening of your mouth. You make my victory and the match all the more sweet for me. I'm sure you'll disagree...after all it's in your nature, but they'll be no denying when it happens. You tried long in hard to deface what I've done Golem, but despite all your vast expierence and the devastation of your dreaded claw...Me...a rookie in this sport has gotten to the same level of you and Manson in less then ten matches. I must say you will both look like fools when my arm is raised in victory. {smiles} You slightly more Golem...and I can't think of anything I'd want more then that.

(Jarod starts to get into the car, but snaps his fingers and pops back out. a smile crosses his lips as he thinks of Manson)

Poe: Well Mikey...the hack speakes back and where are you? Did I touch nerve. looks like what I said was true...stood in that video store too long and rented all of Oliver Stones movies I'd skip The Hand though. We get enough of that listening to Golem preach to us about his Claw. So you've got a conspiracy therory have you Mikey. KK is running around as the Masked Blazer...well let's say even if he was that makes you look awfully bad. After all I've scarred the man's eye possibly for life and if you really want to know if it's Krusher I'd tap in the ribs when you see him next. {smiles} A simple poke of the finger should send him doubling over. I've giving the Blazer a good beating and I plan nothing less for you and Golem when the match starts. Mike you want to confront people...well I'd love to see that. I've watched your actions and really don't deem you as the kind of man that can even do that, but you'll have to. In that ring you'll have to face not just one, but two men who want nothing, but to see you lose. hell...that's the least of what we have in store for you. No it's going to be a long night for you Manson and in the end...I will enjoy every minute of it.

(Jarod checks his watch and the time tells him the day is almost over)

Poe: So {cough} gentlemen...I bid you a good-bye. The time grows closer and I'm glad. Glad when all of this talk will be just that. When none of this will matter in the long run. Golem's talk of being superior will be over...Manson's pride will be destroyed and I? Well I will having proven what the others have asked for. You want to know why you should take me as a great threat...despite as hard as we try it's hard to put into words...in the end...it's actions...that's where all will be said and done. Hell Golem...I'm even more confident then you SAY you are...now I'm off to train...sometihng I surly hope the two of you have been doing...see you soon

(Jarod slides into the drivers seat and shuts the door. Seconds later the powerful engine roars to life and revs into high gear A squeel of rubber can be heard as tires leave dirt and hit tar...the Merc speeds of into the distance until it disapprears over the horizon)

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[Manson]

The Importance of Being Earnest

((FADEIN: Michael Manson in black dress shirt and pants, wearing a blood red vest sits at a round table with the GLCW title resting on top. the Masked Blazer photos adorn the wall, condemning King Krusher for all eternity.))

MANSON: No, as always you have it wrong. Then again you also claimed Golem has a victory over me, but then again, if he did, he'd be champion. No, Poe, I have to deal with the conspiracy from within to destroy us. Only I can undertake such a bold and dangerous mission. Only I have traced this all to the source. And most importantly, me dealing with King Krusher is actually important. You're an afterthought.

I understand now that you do so much to impress me. You alter your body, pierce everything, cut your tongue in half. Cover yourself in Indian ink. The whole call me a coward thing just to get my attention. I don't need followers and I want them around to amuse myself, they're quite easy to attain. Hell, you're already in the throes of worship without me even trying. Still, you're unimportant. Just another another pawn in the Masked Krusher's game. Thinking you were actually feuding with an actual person all this time and not King Krusher's disturbed alter ego. You might see being put into a main event as a promotion, I see it as throwing someone else in the match so it's just not repeating Manson versus Golem again. We all expect Maelstrom and the Masked Krusher or someone else he can pay off to run in.

I understand why you worship me. You live in a lonely world, always searching for attention. Always trying to prove you're the demented outsider because it's better than being lonely. Then you see and hear of me and realize I am everything you ever wanted to be. And I reject you, beat you twice, and reduce you to nothing. All you do now is feud with a man behind a mask, which makes him not much of a man at all. But rest assured, though I will not allow your worship, what I do is to save you, as it is to save the whole GLCW from a despot. Nero burned down Rome in pursuit of his art, you know? Krusher wishes to do the same. And since you are are obviously deficient, it's up to the standard bearer, the example, the very embodiment and spirit of this promotion, its champion to do what must be done.

((Manson pauses and reaches down to pull up a glass filled with a red liquid, at a distance it seems like blood. Then on the floor a container of Hi-C is seen.))

And now Golem, deformed finger and all. Unfortunately, due to the unravelling conspiracy around us, I no longer have as much time to deal with you. But rest assured, me beating you, my innate superiority, etc all still hold. Because as I tried to tell you, a victory over you isn't any different from over Martinez or Poe. The only difference is I was handed a belt by someone who would like me dead. If actions speak louder than words, then I have a title and a man who will now be dependent on a bed pan for life. You, Golem, have a deformed finger and rhetoric.

But fear not, even though I am moving on to higher pastures, I'll make sure the match runs smoothly, if only to offend the Masked Krusher himself. Perhaps I overestimate his intelligence, since it would take much more than the two of you to actually injure me. I could name the injuries I've worked through, I could name the people I've defeated and dessicated, and I could tell you why Through the Looking Glass is an ani-religion piece, but I'm not you, Golem. I'm the GLCW champion and I have to stay within worldly matters. There was a woman kidnapped, a commissioner out of control and his masked persona seeking to put an end to us all. But you, Golem, you would not do what it is necessary. That's what makes you a TV title level talent.

No, it is up to me to force this mad commisioner into a confrontation. Once all his pawns are torn asunder, all his plans revealed, then finally, the GLCW can be saved. People like Golem can have healthy tv title reigns, Poe can never win a match, but he can find true love in the form of one of the diease ridden ring rats. And once more, the wrestling industry will be a safe place for former strippers to find employment. I can picture him now..plotting....planning...

((A quick clip of someone in a Masked Blazer mask sitting at a desk with a name plate reading "King Krusher" laughing evily and then drinking from a glass of milk.))

But I am here, it's the right thing to do after all. I was already rewarded with the title and an increased salary, now virtue is its own reward. I have..nay..must injure the both of you, perhaps place you next to Martinez to share a bedpan. Then Maelstrom must come next..all of you. Personal? Only to that masked sadist. But you all must be taken out of the picture, removed, to leave him alone to face me. It is the only way. So remember when I spit blood in your face, when I step on your crotch, when I swing that hard metal chair onto your back, it's all for your own good. Because when you heal, when you come back at 110%, the GLCW will be a far, far better place for the absence of the deluded King Krusher.

You will all continue to hate me, you always do, even if this is for the sake of all of you. But I cannot truly be judged, that can only come from my peers and If I had any equals, it wouldn't be me facing down this tyrant, but all of you. But that's what makes me the GLCW champion and not the TV champion.

 

[Devil666]

Time is fleeting

(The camera opens on the campus of Western Michigan University. It's a cool breezy day as JArod Poe walks under the warm sun shining down. Is mind is focused as his feet crush what little snow is left on the ground. Dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and leather jacket he's quite a different species then the normal student that walks the campus around him. Strolling through ther main plaza he stops and sits down on one of the benches in the courtyard. Behind him looms the University Arena were tonight golem, Manson and Poe will battle for power, blood and above all bragging rights. Jarod sirs for a moment...eyes closed to focus his mind...slowly they open a wide smile upon his face)

Poe: Well here we are {coughs} men. Here in just af ew short hours are very own doom ticks down to one big confrontation. For days we have talked about it {grins} some more then others, but now the time is at hand. I can only think that's it's quite ironic the even would occour on a place of higher learning. It's seem the two men I am going to face tonight are in for quite the lesson indeed. Yes tonight's education conducted in blood and pain will be nothing like anyone has seen. for some of us it is VERY necessesory...others had it coming all along...for me...just another night when the beast needs a victim and I have two served up for him.

(Jarod slowly stands and starts to walks up the stairs tot he arena...he turns his face to the camera)

Poe: Mikey...Mikey...do you really think I admire you. Really think I've done all of this to get your attention. Well I'm sad to say that not only are you delusional, but very much dead wrong. I depise you Mike...I see you nothing more then a crumbling wall just waiting for that one big hit to knock it down. Face it Mikey...the years have caught up with you. The wars in the ring starting get harder with each passing day. Hey it happens time doesn't march on Mikey...It's marches over. Every man has his time and then there is that moment when it's all over. I know you've seen that...seen iot when you look into my eyes. You see there's a person whose is younger...better faster and has the relentless desire that can compete with the only thing you really still have left...thirst for power. That belt is all you've got Mikey...all you've got the ferver you hold onto it with I do beleive is driving you insane. Well that's fine Mikey...if your heading for the edge then I can think of no more satisfaction the being the man who pushes you over.

(Jarod stops at the top of the stairs where above on the marquee the GLCW banner covers the front entrance. A massive sign projects the matches and on the very top Jarod spies his name...a smile corsees his face as he turns back to the camera)

Poe: Rest assured Mikey...I'm not your follower. You can think that all you want, but the facts just don't add up. Why if I'm trying to impress or appease you would I take the one thing that gives you identity. The oen thing that you hold most dear. No Mikey...I only chase afteryou for one reason, because I can. Nobody else here has even given me the slighest challenge. all have fallen before me. Only you...yes only you have gotten away. Don't even mention the name Jobber to me...I left him a puddle of his former self. Draped in the gold he held so dear...consider that a symbol of what I'fd like nothing more to do to you Mike...and tonight I have yet another chance. See Mikey...you try and say you understand me, but everytime the words jsut come out wrong. Why do I do what I do to myself. {laughs} The reasons are above your simple comprehension. I have found a higher plane of exsistance for myslef. A pure world of pain and pleasure. I've found something inside of me that brings great joy...none of you understand that...you all just shout back in i.gnorance...after awhile...I find it quite amusing

(Jarod opens the doors of the arena and steps inside. There center stage the ring crew is working hard to finish setting up on time. Cables are run...power is checked and everytihng must be perfect when opening bell rings)

Poe: what I also find amusing Mikey...is you conspiracy theory. It's quit edun to see what your confused little mine can bring up. well who even cares...if Krusher is indeed the Masked Blaze rthen what did it get him from dealing with me. I'll tell you...nothing. All it got him was a beating. a split open eye and bruised ribs. A humiliation the likes of which only you deserve Mike. Krusher might want to see you toppled as champion Mikey, but I'd imagine he wouldn't go through great lengths...after all he's seen you beaten on many night...you've just managed to escape defeat. See there a difference between defeating and beating a man Mikey...you've defeated me twice, but beaten? {shakes his head} Not in the least. all you have done is make the desire for you blood more great...show your failings to the whole world and makes the satisfaction of finally pinning your shoulders tot he mat all the greater. I call you a coward...not to get your attention Mikey...I call things the way I seem them

(Jarod stops in front of the ring looking forth at the canvas which should be stained with blood tonight. He pulls on the ring ropes testing thier strength an old habit taugh early in the dojo. He turns around and laenas his back on the ropes)

Poe: So here we are...here it is...tonight three will enter...only one victor...or at least we'd hope. Do I think this match will happen...yes. do I not think it will end up in a massive heap of confusion without a doubt. See Mikey...it's in your best interest for that to happen. You keep your title for Maelstrom to take. Our hunt continues and Golem {smiles} well he sits and the dark and tells himself he's the better. Ah, btu tonight I'm going to take that into consideration. From the very begininning I'm going to be looking for that quick win. Taking every chance to pin you and Golem. For the longer the match goes on...the shorter oppurtunity grows. Hold your title close Mikey...hold it one last time. Tonight it could all be gone. You want to try and injure me Mike? Well you go right ahead...Blazer tried fire...Jobber a steel chair...all these men did was end up paying a much more terrible price. Tonight Mikey...it's time for you too pay.

(The camera moves in closer)

Poe: tonight I confront you and Golem. I show the GLCW just what I'm made of. The two of you have overooked me...dismisse dme for far too long. Now I have my chance. You mind has broken down Mikey...it;s time for your body as well. as I said time marches on and while you've done a nice job of holding fast...your fingers are slipping and the boot atop your finger tips {smiles} well that will be me tonight...looking down and laughing. I'll see to both very soon where all of this talk will finally be over. Golem...bring your fantasy...Mikey...bring your gold...Me..I'll bring the pain for both of you and take you one step closer to defeat. Focus on me Mikey...forget Krusher and Maelstrom...I will be the cause of your ruination...the smiling face that sends you too hell

(Jarod smiles and walks away)

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[Vertigo]

Last Words...

(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem standing in an otherwise empty room in his house.)

Golem: Ah, you have to love the rush to get that last delicious word in and somehow use it to assure your supremacy. I mean, a word can't go unsaid without Jarod Poe hurrying off to misunderstand it and stumble back with a terrible misconception of the truth. You're right on some points, Jarod. Namely, the points where you go out of your way to agree with me. First of all, Jarod, my theory that you don't stack up to half the people in the GLCW is a valid one, if you bother to glance at your win-loss record. Me having never beaten you, doesn't somehow make you better than me, seeing as I have beaten people who have beaten you. Mathematics tell me that I am then, therefore, better than you. But who needs math when I can simply pound that reality in to you? And rest assured, I will. You say that my story still sounds the same, which is good, because the reality of what is going to happen to you when you step into the ring with me hasn't changed either. You are still going to get beaten pretty badly and you're still going to lose. You say the scary stories have gone away? Well, there you're wrong, because the scariest stories haven't yet begun to unfold. Mere words can't do justice to what I have planned for you, Jarod, but I can guarantee that they won't be at all fictious. You see, it's Friday The 13th, a stereotypical day of superstition and bad luck. But, Poe, your Friday The 13th hasn't come yet. Your eternia of bad luck begins as soon as you climb through those ropes and stare across the ring at Golem. As I have not pinned you, so too have you not pinned Golem. But, one of those will topple when we meet, and that will not bode well for you. Take a wild stab at why.

(Golem chuckles as he begins to pace back and forth slowly.)

Golem: You see, for all your little cookie-cutter victories you may or may not have gotten over talent equivalent to the oft-mentioned Troy Martinez, it doesn't put you anywhere near Golem's status. You say I refer to Golem as a legend, and perhaps I do, for he is as such. I assume the people who gather in the back who say these "insulting" things about Golem have never fought Golem, or they would have ample reason to fear him. My heart could be heavy with grief if I let it be so, Jarod, because I have hurt many people. Indeed, I could very well become weak with fear when I look at my own reflection in a mirror and when I think about all the terrible things I have done. But, you know what? I don't care about hurting people like you, Poe, because you're a highly replaceable figure. It's very much like you said. You're only 10 matches into your career and you are being painted as being on the same level as Golem. Well, here is a painful slap in your gloatful face by reality...you're not on my level. You probably never will be. Now, I know you might hear people saying you are, but that's the conjecture of fools and they have the weight of rice when you actually face me. You're mind is clouded by them. By them...and by your own idiocy. You say that I disregard you, but you tell yourself that Golem is no more than a cartoon character? Well, here is the absolute truth. You are more of a pointless character than anyone else I have ever met, fitting your neat little role as space filler as they set up for Golem vs. Manson. I mean, don't get me wrong, you're a very nice gap filler, and well-suited to the task, with your oh-so-counter-culture tattoos and piercings. I mean, you don't really fit either side of the coin, rather you balance on the side, with what little ground you actually have to stand on. You say that I am a glass image ready to be shattered...tsk tsk, Jarod. You know, shattering glass on Friday the 13th is nothing but bad luck. Trying in vain to shatter Golem, well, that's damn near blasphemy.

(Golem's face goes stern as he turns to the camera.)

Golem: You don't get it, do you, Jarod? This whole thing, no matter how frequently you stick your nose in it, has never been about you. You couldn't be content with an up-close-and-personal seat for Golem versus Manson, no, you had to try your hardest to weasel your way into the match. You try your hardest to goad my attention by insulting my pride, and now that you have it, you can't do anything with it. Lord knows, you couldn't beat me if I tried to let you. You can go ahead and say that losing to Manson didn't hurt your pride. That just tells me that you didn't have that much pride for him to hurt. But hey, weakness is relative and maybe some people will overlook how blantantly evident yours is. You make idiotic statements like my pride was hurt more by one questionable loss to Manson than anything else in my career. No wonder you question Golem's status as a legend: you were born the moment the GLCW opened. And all events previous to it are inconsquential because you are "obviously" just as "good" as Manson or Golem. Bragging about your constant failures and your ready acceptance of yet another failure does not endear you as a true contender. What you saying is, roughly, "I expect to lose, but hey, maybe I'll win. Stranger things have happened." That's not Golem's outlook on things. Of course, there aren't extraordinary evidence that point to the contrary of Golem winning as there is to your "anything can happen, even Poe winning" approach.

(Golem walks over to a wall, and slouches down against it.)

Golem: You say that the title belt is only as good as the waist it's around, and maybe that's true. But the waist is not made good by the belt that's around it. To say that, is to say that Manson is the best in this league, and despite what he thinks, or what his number one fan thinks, I think to the contrary. I believe I will prove that when I beat him, AGAIN, and then eventually go on to defend against the people he hasn't defended against, such as Maelstrom or even Rabesque. Difference is, unlike versus you, Jarod, they would turn up their game anyway to fight me, title or no title. It's the respect I have earned from fighting harder and better than pretty much anyone else I have ever come across. No extreme act will change that. That includes crucifixtions, for those who are counting at home. You can make jokes about whether or not I think my dad could beat up your dad, that's fine. All I know is that *I* can beat up *YOU*. How do I know this? I just do. And I am more than willing to prove it to you inside the ring. You say that you can go as long as is necessary, but I wonder if that is just bravado. You had better mean that when you say it, because Golem is not about to go down easily. There may be intense dislike between us, in fact, some might actually call it hate. But Golem, when he is in that ring, is all business, and I look at you as just another idiotic opponent who has outstepped his means and will soon be re-inserted in his role as the league whipping boy.

(Golem lifts up his claw in front of his face)

Golem: It's funny. Such a simple little perfection but such terrible actions bred from it. You want to compare your five moves to the Claw, well go ahead. You can have eighty moves and each one can set up the next and they can all be done in the perfect order. Fact is, all your moves lack the stopping power to keep Golem down. Everyone thinks that they can see the Claw coming...heh. Did Manson see it coming when he went for the pinfall on me? While there, in that prone position, Golem grabbed his opportunity and slid the Claw smoothly down his gullet. I don't expect you to quake in fear of the words I speak. Instead, I expect you suffer, tumble into the throes of agony, and give up. It's the way it's always gone and the way it always will go. You can't change that, despite whether or not you want to. You say we all have different things to bring to the table, but I bring something you dismiss more than I could ever dismiss what little skill you have: Experience. As that match wears on, I can dip into my reservoir of moves that you have never heard of. Hell, I have not won a single fight in GLCW with my Claw, I have done it with my Backdrop Driver and even my tiger suplex. You want to make me look like a fool, Jarod? Well then, as the hours tick unto the seconds, I must beckon the call that you all must comprehend...come and try. Try and fail. Fail...and suffer.

(Golem pushes himself up against the wall to recover to his feet.)

Golem: Manson, maybe the pressure of having to fight me again has finally taken it's toll on you. I am forced to ponder as to whether or not you have indeed lost your mind. Masked Blazer, Krusher, conspiracy theories; all very time consuming but you have no proof to support any of this. Your pictures tell tales of people commiting heinous crimes...which, begs the question, of course: Why should Golem care? You're right, if Golem were champion, he wouldn't be forcing Krusher into some type of showdown. I have already beaten Krusher, so it wouldn't be that much of a contest. But then again, I have also already beaten you, but I like to let you play the role as the actual challenge. None of my accomplishments seem noteworthy when people realize that it's not really a challenge, you know? Oh well, if it's that title that makes you so great, then grand. Wear it to the ring so I can beat you, again, and again assert my position as the vastly superior competitor. Heh, you say you have no peers, while I believe I see a grand level of second-tier opponents who would say otherwise. I am sure you would love to secure a solid spot underneath me, but well, it's an awful thin ground you are standing on, and there really isn't anywhere to go but down. Title or not, you'll never be Golem, and with this whole conspiracy theory, I am beginning to think that you have come to understand that. That, of course, is a great thing because you always were a pretty poor excuse for competition.

(Golem walks to the very center of the camera shot and stares intently at the camera.)

Golem: Ignore Poe's idiotic words, and his false hopes. He is right when he says that grip on the world title is fastly becoming insecure, but he has blind hope that maybe, against all odds, he can take it. Well, Manson, don't take that quick loss. And I won't. As time presses on, and the competition melts down to Golem versus Manson, as it should've been from the beginning...well, that's when it's time for you accept the harshest of realities...and get out of my way. Because, remember...accepting failure is the hardest thing to do for some people, but look how well it worked out for Jarod Poe? Soon enough...maybe you will be as good at losing as he is.

(Fade to black as Golem coldly stares dead on at the camera.)

 

[Devil666]

Last from the Finest

(The camera opens backstage at Riptide. It's now just hours before the match and tension can be cut with a knife. JArod Poe sits ready backstage. he dressed fro his match and alone in his dressing room thoughts of victory for tonight match come closer and closer. He sits alone with his thoughts on the lone wooden bench in hissdressing room. Eyes closed in meditation they slowly open as the camers moves in)

Poe: Well the time is here...no longer will ANY of the talk matter. No...in just a short time three warriors will step into the ring and be ready to battle for the highest prize in the GLCW. For some of his it's the only thing that matters...other we kid ourselves that it doesn't and for me...well for me it goes to show that I DO belong witht he two relics of foolishness. {Smiles} Not too mention I get the gold the Manson so highly prizes and Golem wishes he had. {Jarod smiles} Ah, Golem...can it be. Can the time come when we are actually done with hearing you talk? I for one cannot wait...I grow tired of playing word games with two men who do nothing more the tell me I'm not thier equal. Yet here I am...standing side by side witht hem in the ring tonight. Perhaps that says alot more about how far each of thier skill has fallen as it does as to mine is on the rise. I'm looking forward though...looking forward toproving what I already know. I AM the future of the GLCW...and this match will prove it

(Jarod cracks his knuckles and then reaches up to twist his neck in each direction...loud popping noises follow)

Poe: You know Golem...your a funny one. On the one hand you dismiss me. You consider me meaningless to this match. You also tell us all for all the world to hear that despite not being able to beat Manson for the title you really don't want it. Your not concerned with titles thus with status. Yet with me it's a different story. You've let me get under {grins} your fur Golem. I'm grown from just a pesky flea to an itch you can't scatch. For a man you deem unworthy to be in the same ring with you...all you've done is focus on little old me. You've gone OUT of you way using every argument in the book to prove you better then me, but heres the simple truth. Using your own argument my simple destruction of Jobber puts me on top. However I'm not settled for an easy victory as you'd take over Manson. Gettign a pin counted by a man who hates him most. No I'll take my credit and give you yours when it occurs at a time whenm it matters...like tonight in that ring. All others are petty...PETTY argument, but I'd expect nothing less from a man whom I see as be quite pathetic. Friday the 13th might be an unlucky day Golem, but I don't rely on like. Anything in life you have to EARN on your own and I'm at least willing to RISK what it takes to do so...not having it handed to me by King Krusher.

(Jarod slowly stands up and strecthes out his back. He wants his body loose and ready for a long night ahead. He strectches side to side and rotates in a circle several times before speaking again)

Poe: Shatter Golem...that myth for me was done long ago. I know and I've seen what you can do. Sure you fight and you fight brave, but your stuck with that one small problem. That Claw...your one move to victory and your one very big weakness. What's going to happen when that claw is taken away. When I bend...twist and break away at it's stucture Golem? What will you do when your one boastful hope at victory will be taking away? You'll be stuck...a small man with an even small claw. His one gleaming hope to tell stories about taking away. What will you do then Golem...will you be the brave man once you weapon has been taking away? Or will you as I suspect crawl into a corner like a wounded animal. Sure they say that's nothing fight mroe like a wounded animal, but what is always left out is it's a short fight just befor ethey die. Tonight Golem all your argument will have to be stepped up. You can draw diagrams on you cave walls hoping that somehow you'll get a scale of where I measure, but in relaity it will be me standing over you as you cower with that claw more deformed then it already is. Then Golem...then all the dismissal will come to recognition. You overlooked me...you kidded yourself. {smiles}the fool has fooled you into humilty. Then and only then will either I or Manson pin your shoulder tot he mat. Don't have to be a fan of the man to point out the simple truth that once your broken only two of us are left...1,2,3...all over for Golem. I'll put it in words even you can understand...GOLEM LOSE!!!

(Jarod's blood begins pumping as the thought os his defeat comes closer to reality. He begins pacing back in forth and eagerness welling up inside him)

Poe: Losing to Manson didn;t hurt my prode golem, because there's a difference between defeat and being beat. A beaten man is done with. He crawls off and is never heard from again. He gives up and never tries to attain the level he once had. {Grins} Well I'm not like you Golem. I don't just move on when things don't go my way. No instead I stick to my guns. See Mickey might have defeated me, but a blind man can see I'm nto beaten. Each time he saw his end coming and did whatever it took to keep his {smiles} precious gold. Well I'll give Manson on etihng and you can call it me being a fanboy if you want. At least the man could see defeat coming. You could tell thing were against him...his reign slipping through his fingers. He took whatever needed to keep it. Ah, but your so much dumber Golem. Instead you march face forward to defeat. All the time hoping that if you tell yourself it's not going to happen that it will somehow stop the foreseable future. Well you've done your best to do, but I'm afraid reality still stand before you. Tonight you and Manson BOTH will go down and much to you chigrin it will be at the hands of Jarod Poe.You see Golem...unlike you I don't have time to PICK everything over. I don't live to hear my own voice. Instead of bragging about what a great man I am...I've been working. I've been training night after night...for the one moment of facing the two fo you. I've dispatched everyman whose stood in my wa with BRUTAL skill. I'll do it again and MANSON...this time I'll make it count

(JArod stops pacing letting his blood pressure settle back down. He sits back on the bench letting the rush of blood feed his body)

Poe: You can think and think all you want Golem. As I said you can tell yourself whatever you want to beleive, but that willlnot make it true. You don't have to be a fanboy to admit the truth. Manson IS the champion and nither you or I have taken it from him. You think I'm afraid tto fight any man? well we'll see about that Golem. I'll give you credit for wanting to fight Maelstrom, but a boring fool like Jean rebesque isn't even worth our time. My God...what a pure and simple man he is. You THINK you can beat me...much like you think your a better man that Manson despite being just a big a failure at taking the World Title. Well thinking and doing are two different thing Golem. tonight I planning on DOING just as I said. Defeatign the two of you and raising that title abov emy head. I guesss the we'll see if I'll waste my time on you then. After all Golem...it will be me who is the better man right. Or will you somehow tell yourself different? You dismiss my skille then fine, but at least I'm not a one move man waiting to stick his finger into whatever oriface he can find for his own twisted pleasure. no Golem I'll be bust braking you and Manson down. Hitting you both with the stiffest shots you've ever felt in this sport. We'll see how both your opinions change once I've dropped the two of you on your head a couple of times. Lord knows your not thinking clearly now...I can't wait till then

(Jarod extends his finger and bends it mockingly at the camera. A smiles crosses his face and he laughs)

Poe: So is this what it all comes down too? You simple little claw. Your going to slid eit into my mouth, put pressur eon my tongue and I'll tap out. Well I've got a surpise for you Golem...my tongue is splt. That pressure point is not thier...any place that claw slides further down is just a simple choke out and any man can do that. Is that what you need Golem...cheat to win. Choke a man out, because you lack the skill to out wrestle him. Well fine you go right ahead...perhaps I'll just wrap my arms around you neck and cut off the blood to your confused little head...or better...better then that I'll take a good bite and snap that finger off right in my mouth. then I can enjoy the pleasur eof not only tastign your blood, but see your agony as I spit it back in your face. A simple move for a simple creature. I did't work on Hellion in WAR. Remember that? He took his own hand and put you down Golem...well Sensei taught me well and I've waited for this moment. You say this match had nothing to do with me...well that doesn't mean I didn't want it...FOOL!!! You can talk and talk about expierence golem, but here a simple fact. For all that you have it's not gotten you much further then I ahve in those less then ten matches you mock. What really matters in the end is SKILL and WILL. I have the will Golem..the WILL to push on. I'v elost ALOT of things in my life, but my will has NEVER ceased. Tonight when your broken and your ONE move gone...we'll see just how much WILL you have left. Even my little expierence tells me that a BROKEN man {grins} well he's not good for too much at all

(Jarod again hook sin finger in mocking fasion and the simulates breaking it in half)

Poe: As for you Manson. OF the headache you weave as you pratice to decieve. Your bes tlaid plans of mice and men might come back to haunt you Manson. You've done alot of things to put things in your favor, but it might jsut all come back and explode in your face. Forget Krusher..forget Maelstrom..forget Golem. You yourself have seen what I can do in the ring. You've done your best to avoid it, but you can no longer rung. empty your pocket Mike...through out the drugs and stop chasing the women. Be a man that the belt is supposed to respect and actually make a stand. For tonight Mikey...as you try your very best to hold on to what you have...well it will all slip away. In that one terrifying moment your shoulders will hit the mat and then EVERYTHING will be over. Golem will be off in his cave...you'll be lost on conspiracy and I? I will be standing tall the enxt GLCW champion. The only thing the two of you will have is your hand on your neck wondering just which mov eit was that hurt you so bad...I'll see you {cough} gentlemen Soon!!!!

(Jaord turns his back to the camera and walks off. The hours are ticking and his focuses soly on the upcoming match)

<FTB>

 

[Manson]

A Finer World

((FADEIN: Michael Manson in a black collarless shirt, buttoned down and in fine pair of black jeans. He has arranged his wall of Masked Krusher photographs in the shape of an eye.))

MANSON: No, Poe. I'm the funny one. You realize how hard comedy is? When I cripple Martinez, everyone says that's sad. However, there is an even worse tragedy, indeed there is. The fact of the matter is, you both have already lost to me, this match is irrevelant and pointless. You both already proved yourselves as TV title contenders. You've done all you can do in the GLCW, which is such a waste when your talents could be put to such good use in the world.

Let's take Golem for example. A man whose only achievement is winning by dq and can only be the TV champion. Since his claw attacks the teeth and gums, he has a thorough understanding of that area. Why isn't one of the world's leading dental authorities? When they 4 out of 5 dentists recomend something, one of them could be the Golem. Furthermore, this is a man who claims he can move a mountain, block the sun, and other inhuman feats. Why is he wasting his time in a wrestling ring? That's how Spider-Man got his start, let Golem take his inspiration from there. George W could send Golem right over to the Middle East and he can deflect all their bullets and mines and put the claw right on Bin Laden. Then he can get started on that Sahara Desert. I know he hasn't claimed to have the ability to control the weather, but this is Golem, people. All he has to do is turn the desert into a garden and he'll be remembered as the man who saved the world and not the man who could only win the TV title.

Of Jarod Poe can't do Herculean tasks, no of course not. But he does seem to have an appreciation for body piercing and tattoos. We've already seen he can't apply that in the wrestling ring, so forget the whole grappling thing. Pierce your entire body and make it into Guiness or some other book of records. Go to the East and tattoo your whole body. You can then be more than a man, but a walking, living work of art. People, bystanders, everyone will give the attention you so crave from just walking around like that. You'll transcend time as a breathing Mona Lisa, a walking American Gothic. You can make guest appearences on talk shows, Ripley's Believe or Not, and headline the circus, which always outdraws wrestling, at least in Russia. Wrestling is an art too and requires appreciation, but judging the fact you have skill for it, why bother to improve? You already have your art. What are you going to do with the TV title anyway? Pierce it to your stomach? Tattoo a version around your waist? That's not art, that's destroying your body.

While the two of you should be off, making this a finer world, my place is here though. Even it weren't, as champion, it's my burden. Someone has to look after this grand old place. No one else has been able to see through the manipulations, the chess games, and the false identities. Simply me. I of course am not the cause of King Krusher's delusions. No, if not me, he would simply find someone else to draw into his spidery web of lies. How much worse would it be if were Golem or Poe constantly abused by this maniac when they could be out creating a better and brighter world?

I say no sir, no. I won't allow it. In fact, I'll help the world in my own way. I'll put Golem and Poe out, so they'll see the error of their ways, how they could be out saving the world. And then they'll retire and save the world, all because I had the consideration to send them out of this business. And with their example in mind, I'll selfishly take on this despot commissioner. I'll fight him on every front, take down all of his pawns, send photographs and charts to Scott Malec, and I'll force the confrontation to save this promotion from itself. And through my actions, not only will the world be saved, but also the GLCW will be saved for families all around America to watch and savor. So through the crippling of my opponents, I will become America's greatest hero.

 

[Manson]

RE: A Finer World

((OORP: I was cut off before I could finish my last reply, so here it is in totality.))

((FADEIN: Michael Manson in a black collarless shirt, buttoned down and in fine pair of black jeans. He has arranged his wall of Masked Krusher photographs in the shape of an eye.))

MANSON: No, Poe. I'm the funny one. You realize how hard comedy is? When I cripple Martinez, everyone says that's sad. However, there is an even worse tragedy, indeed there is. The fact of the matter is, you both have already lost to me, this match is irrevelant and pointless. You both already proved yourselves as TV title contenders. You've done all you can do in the GLCW, which is such a waste when your talents could be put to such good use in the world.

Let's take Golem for example. A man whose only achievement is winning by dq and can only be the TV champion. Since his claw attacks the teeth and gums, he has a thorough understanding of that area. Why isn't one of the world's leading dental authorities? When they 4 out of 5 dentists recomend something, one of them could be the Golem. Furthermore, this is a man who claims he can move a mountain, block the sun, and other inhuman feats. Why is he wasting his time in a wrestling ring? That's how Spider-Man got his start, let Golem take his inspiration from there. George W could send Golem right over to the Middle East and he can deflect all their bullets and mines and put the claw right on Bin Laden. Then he can get started on that Sahara Desert. I know he hasn't claimed to have the ability to control the weather, but this is Golem, people. All he has to do is turn the desert into a garden and he'll be remembered as the man who saved the world and not the man who could only win the TV title.

Of Jarod Poe can't do Herculean tasks, no of course not. But he does seem to have an appreciation for body piercing and tattoos. We've already seen he can't apply that in the wrestling ring, so forget the whole grappling thing. Pierce your entire body and make it into Guiness or some other book of records. Go to the East and tattoo your whole body. You can then be more than a man, but a walking, living work of art. People, bystanders, everyone will give the attention you so crave from just walking around like that. You'll transcend time as a breathing Mona Lisa, a walking American Gothic. You can make guest appearences on talk shows, Ripley's Believe or Not, and headline the circus, which always outdraws wrestling, at least in Russia. Wrestling is an art too and requires appreciation, but judging the fact you have skill for it, why bother to improve? You already have your art. What are you going to do with the TV title anyway? Pierce it to your stomach? Tattoo a version around your waist? That's not art, that's destroying your body.

While the two of you should be off, making this a finer world, my place is here though. Even it weren't, as champion, it's my burden. Someone has to look after this grand old place. No one else has been able to see through the manipulations, the chess games, and the false identities. Simply me. I of course am not the cause of King Krusher's delusions. No, if not me, he would simply find someone else to draw into his spidery web of lies. How much worse would it be if were Golem or Poe constantly abused by this maniac when they could be out creating a better and brighter world?

I say no sir, no. I won't allow it. In fact, I'll help the world in my own way. I'll put Golem and Poe out, so they'll see the error of their ways, how they could be out saving the world. And then they'll retire and save the world, all because I had the consideration to send them out of this business. And with their example in mind, I'll selfishly take on this despot commissioner. I'll fight him on every front, take down all of his pawns, send photographs and charts to Scott Malec, and I'll force the confrontation to save this promotion from itself. And through my actions, not only will the world be saved, but also the GLCW will be saved for families all around America to watch and savor. So through the crippling of my opponents, I will become America's greatest hero.

Of course, I likely am now. All us champions have to be, since we are the paragons, the stars that this very promotion as to revolve around. Of course the GLCW champion is a brighter star than the TV champion, it's still all right to be TV champion. You still get a title after all. There's no shame in being branded as second best. I understand that for some, this is a difficult thing. But I've already beaten both Golem and Poe, so they must be used to it by now.

But why do two men waste so much potential in a palce where they can only aspire to be second best? Is this a step in a grander plan for King Krusher? I cannot determine now, but be sure I'll be looking into the matter closely. I see that both men are stubborn, all artists are. Words alone cannot convince either of you that you have grander roles outside this industry.

No, unfortunately, it will take violence, blood, and sacrifice to prove that point. It will take me shattering Poe's face, his spine, his idealism. Worst of all, it will take actions so awful that Poe might see me in a different light than as his almight hero, but I'll have to take that risk. He is bent on self-destruction, and I cannot allow that. Alone, he would kill himself, I know when to stop. I promise, really. I'll stop so that you have a chance, one chance to move on. If not, I'll have to hope that the fierce compeition for the coveted TV title convinces you otherwise.

And for the Golem, I already proved to him his mortality, his weakness. But if I have to again, so be it. If I have to cripple all his figners to match the one, I will. If I have to next to bleed him to death, then I will. It's all for a good cause after all. The mind will be preserved, even if the Golem should somehow lapse into a coma. That's all he needs to truly help the world. He just can't do it here, not in the GLCW. The fabled commissioner would never allow that.

For the good of mankind, for the good of GLCW, and for the good of wrestling itself, I have no choice but to crush the two of you. To save the both of you not only from Krusher, but yourselves. And through your example, Krusher will see that I am not one to be trifled with. No, I see through everything. He will fall like all of them, even if I have to force him into the very ring where I defeat the both of you. Be assured after you fall, Krusher will be soon to follow. As champion, I guarantee you all this will be and of course a wrestling champion can never lie. In lieu of that, I'll off to eat some apple pie. But first, I'll check to see that it hasn't been poisoned by the likes of King Krusher.