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MAIN EVENT: Michael Manson vs. Jarod Poe
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((FADEIN: Sitting in a folding chair somewhere backstage dimmyl lit with candles, is Michael Manson. His hair is gelled and neatly parted down the middle, his nails meticulously trimmed, a fine silk suit imported from Hong Kong in black augmented with a fine gray vest and tie, a time piece hanging from a pocket. Manson holds his hands together in front of him in a praying position. He smiles to show a bright, cleaned smile that almost seems to unnaturally glow in the near dark room.))
MANSON: Seeing as that the fans want a noble, decent, forgiving man, and more importantly, the esteemed and ever gallant commissioner King Krusher, would prefer someone more like that, I have decided to clean up my act.
No more brutal assaults, no more obsessive schemes to destroy other peoples' lives (what was I thinking?) no cheating, no amorality, cursing,and absolutely NO BLOODSHED.
I've found so much more purpose and meaning to my life now as a part time insurance salesman and helping those orphans just fills you with that intangible feeling that only a good honest wife can give, once you marry her (and only have sex after the ceremony, only intercourse because the rest is just sick and wrong) and have children and raise them in a loving Christian family.
I've resolved to go on from here and win all my matches with sportsmanship and dignity, even shaking my opponent's hand before the match. I'll wrestle a marathon of a classic bout with Poe and then I'll win that GLCW title in another sure to be classic match all the fans, the good people who pay money to be entertained by good wholesome family-oriented competition. Sure, then I'll go home and cut my wrists so my wife can find me lying in a bath, but what else are they going to be talking about during the PTA meeting?
Its all for the honest, hardworking fan folk of the GLCW and that example to us all, King Krusher, what a man he is, whom I'm sure I'll be seeing in church this Sunday along with the rest of the roster. After all, prayer, hardwork, and this industry just go hand in hand.
((Manson smiles darkly at the camera with glowing teeth and sparkling breath.))
MANSON: Seeing as that the fans want a noble, decent, forgiving man, and more importantly, the esteemed and ever gallant commissioner King Krusher, would prefer someone more like that, I have decided to clean up my act.
No more brutal assaults, no more obsessive schemes to destroy other peoples' lives (what was I thinking?) no cheating, no amorality, cursing,and absolutely NO BLOODSHED.
I've found so much more purpose and meaning to my life now as a part time insurance salesman and helping those orphans just fills you with that intangible feeling that only a good honest wife can give, once you marry her (and only have sex after the ceremony, only intercourse because the rest is just sick and wrong) and have children and raise them in a loving Christian family.
I've resolved to go on from here and win all my matches with sportsmanship and dignity, even shaking my opponent's hand before the match. I'll wrestle a marathon of a classic bout with Poe and then I'll win that GLCW title in another sure to be classic match all the fans, the good people who pay money to be entertained by good wholesome family-oriented competition. Sure, then I'll go home and cut my wrists so my wife can find me lying in a bath, but what else are they going to be talking about during the PTA meeting?
Its all for the honest, hardworking fan folk of the GLCW and that example to us all, King Krusher, what a man he is, whom I'm sure I'll be seeing in church this Sunday along with the rest of the roster. After all, prayer, hardwork, and this industry just go hand in hand.
((Manson smiles darkly at the camera with glowing teeth and sparkling breath.))
Remembrence
(It's a sweltering hot day on the outskirts of Hell, Michigan. The camera focuses on a thermometer the red line reaching near 90 degrees. The white plastic frame is scarred brown from fire as the camera begins to pull back. Behind is a blackened shell of a house. A once small house is now only burnt rubble. Gone away are the walls, the roof, the interior and the precious belongings of a once loving familt. Now all that remains is charred blackness. Footsteps are heard as the camera spies the figure of Jarod Poe. As slowly makes his way across the tar you can see the heat rising from the ground. Through the steam he slowly makes his way into the remains of the place he once called home. Reaching up and laying his hands on the one remaining support beam of the house he grabs ahold, leans his body forward and looks coldly into the camera)
Poe: I haven't been here in awhile. Not since that night...not since the night when the pain of my former happiness was just too much. I just couldn't take it anymore. The good memories where not enough to outweight the bad. I figured why not destroy them...then live with them. *smiles* I always was better destroying things then I was keeping them together. I remember having to keep that quiet as I stood in court my lawyer convincing the judge I was temporialy insane when I lit that match.
(Poe stares at the camera a crooked smile and a sparkle in his eye)
Poe: However all of that is in the past...I have something I've been looking forward too since I signed up. I just hope my court appointed therapy sessions don't get in the way. You see from the first day in the dojo as I embarked on this career path I've heard the stories. The guest trainers telling me of the madman known as Michael Manson. He who would put body and soul on the line to gain a victory. Would spill blood and break rules to get what he wanted. Above all the one thing I heard and could really understand was the Michael Manson was ALL about pain. I remember a few vivid stories from one Joe Massacre. The name on the roster gave me something to look forward too. *grins* You see Michael the BEAST is hungry and Jarod Poe needs another victim. Will you be my victim?
(As Jarod steps forward theres a crack of broken glass under his boot as he walks forward. He takes a step backwards and reaches down. In his hand is a shattered picture frame the browned photo of a loving mother and two children look back. Jarod closes his eyes as a flood of memories rush by and grips it so hard the broken glass draws blood from his hand. He stares back into the camera with a solem look on his face)
Poe: You see I don't really care if you've turned a new leaf or not. Pardon me if I don't think your whole line is nothing but Bulls**t. *smiles* You see Michael I do not care. You want to wrestle...I can do that. You want to brawl...I can do that. You want to bleed all over that arena until the fans reach a fever of bloodlust...*grins*...I can damn sure do that. I need a victim Michael and weather your willing or not I'm going to make you my next one. Please don't let all the stories be false...don't let all my hopes be shattered once more. Twice in a lifetime is too much for one man. Show me your true self...show me the man that put a smile on my face. Show "The Torture King" what your all about.
(Jarod opens his hands and drops the picture back on the pile of rubble. He looks at his bleeding hand and stares back at the camera a smile upon his face)
Poe: To hell with King Krusher...to hell with the rules and when the bell rings Michael. *smiles* I say it's time to take you to hell. I'll see you soon Michael...I hope your looking forward to it as much as I am.
(Jarod shakes the blood from his hand, turns his back to the camera and slowly walks away)
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(It's a sweltering hot day on the outskirts of Hell, Michigan. The camera focuses on a thermometer the red line reaching near 90 degrees. The white plastic frame is scarred brown from fire as the camera begins to pull back. Behind is a blackened shell of a house. A once small house is now only burnt rubble. Gone away are the walls, the roof, the interior and the precious belongings of a once loving familt. Now all that remains is charred blackness. Footsteps are heard as the camera spies the figure of Jarod Poe. As slowly makes his way across the tar you can see the heat rising from the ground. Through the steam he slowly makes his way into the remains of the place he once called home. Reaching up and laying his hands on the one remaining support beam of the house he grabs ahold, leans his body forward and looks coldly into the camera)
Poe: I haven't been here in awhile. Not since that night...not since the night when the pain of my former happiness was just too much. I just couldn't take it anymore. The good memories where not enough to outweight the bad. I figured why not destroy them...then live with them. *smiles* I always was better destroying things then I was keeping them together. I remember having to keep that quiet as I stood in court my lawyer convincing the judge I was temporialy insane when I lit that match.
(Poe stares at the camera a crooked smile and a sparkle in his eye)
Poe: However all of that is in the past...I have something I've been looking forward too since I signed up. I just hope my court appointed therapy sessions don't get in the way. You see from the first day in the dojo as I embarked on this career path I've heard the stories. The guest trainers telling me of the madman known as Michael Manson. He who would put body and soul on the line to gain a victory. Would spill blood and break rules to get what he wanted. Above all the one thing I heard and could really understand was the Michael Manson was ALL about pain. I remember a few vivid stories from one Joe Massacre. The name on the roster gave me something to look forward too. *grins* You see Michael the BEAST is hungry and Jarod Poe needs another victim. Will you be my victim?
(As Jarod steps forward theres a crack of broken glass under his boot as he walks forward. He takes a step backwards and reaches down. In his hand is a shattered picture frame the browned photo of a loving mother and two children look back. Jarod closes his eyes as a flood of memories rush by and grips it so hard the broken glass draws blood from his hand. He stares back into the camera with a solem look on his face)
Poe: You see I don't really care if you've turned a new leaf or not. Pardon me if I don't think your whole line is nothing but Bulls**t. *smiles* You see Michael I do not care. You want to wrestle...I can do that. You want to brawl...I can do that. You want to bleed all over that arena until the fans reach a fever of bloodlust...*grins*...I can damn sure do that. I need a victim Michael and weather your willing or not I'm going to make you my next one. Please don't let all the stories be false...don't let all my hopes be shattered once more. Twice in a lifetime is too much for one man. Show me your true self...show me the man that put a smile on my face. Show "The Torture King" what your all about.
(Jarod opens his hands and drops the picture back on the pile of rubble. He looks at his bleeding hand and stares back at the camera a smile upon his face)
Poe: To hell with King Krusher...to hell with the rules and when the bell rings Michael. *smiles* I say it's time to take you to hell. I'll see you soon Michael...I hope your looking forward to it as much as I am.
(Jarod shakes the blood from his hand, turns his back to the camera and slowly walks away)
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RE: Remembrence
((FADEIN: Michael Manson in a black velvet suit with a crimson vest and tie. He's sitting in a small cramped room lit only by a light bulb on a small podium with a copy of the Saint James edition of the Holy Bible. The walls are adorned with various pictures of an elderly couple and a young coed. Manson has been edited into all the pictures, sitting at dinner with the elderly couple, at a park bench with the coed, and leading the prayer at Thanksgiving.))
MANSON: Now the old Manson would say that he doesn't care about whatever happened to you, that you're nothing more than a pathetic Dungeons and Dragons roleplayer who wants attention so he dresses in silk and capes and acts depressed. The old Manson would claim that all your claims to actual suicide and torture are simply talk and that you have never actually been involved in anythong of the sort....while Manson...
((Manson stutters, acting as if it was hard to get this out.))
The old Manson that is was involved in numerous activities that injured many, many people physically and in other ways including barbaric torture methods, outright cheating, crucifixion, and blatant mocking of religion.
((Manson pauses and takes a glass of water from under the podium. He drinks it down and then places it back, knocking over his Bible which has a pez dispenser falling out, as it was embedded in the very pages. Manson swiftly kicks it to the back and out of the range of the camera and places the Bible back on top.))
However, the new, improved, KK edited Michael Manson is a changed man. I fully erxpect to go to the ring and have a nice clean scientific match and shake your hand afterword, shake KK's hand, and say a nice prayer about how great life is.
However, you go on these tragic tangents and threaten me, my livelihood, and my family. Now I realize that I don't actually have a family, and the thought of attending weekly services every Sunday alone was just too much. So I borrowed one for the time being.
KK has given so much to me, I had to hesitate, but in the end, being the great, moral, God-fearing man he is, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I borow his girlfriend and parents as my own for awhile. I need some family to be threatened. I already have them on speed dial.
((Manson takes a cell phone out of his breast pocket and hits the speed dial option and a voice quivedrs, 'Hello?'.))
So come the next wholesome GLCW event, Mike Manson is fighting not only for loyal fans everywhere, for the dignity of the sport, but for his family, on loan, and a for a better world for us all. Poe, do not even think of harming my family. The old Manson by now would have all their phone numbers and pictures, and he'd be following them around making notes and slowly inserting himself into their lives.
But no, I have adopted them as my own, to hurt them is to hurt me. And I can never allow that to happen.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson in a black velvet suit with a crimson vest and tie. He's sitting in a small cramped room lit only by a light bulb on a small podium with a copy of the Saint James edition of the Holy Bible. The walls are adorned with various pictures of an elderly couple and a young coed. Manson has been edited into all the pictures, sitting at dinner with the elderly couple, at a park bench with the coed, and leading the prayer at Thanksgiving.))
MANSON: Now the old Manson would say that he doesn't care about whatever happened to you, that you're nothing more than a pathetic Dungeons and Dragons roleplayer who wants attention so he dresses in silk and capes and acts depressed. The old Manson would claim that all your claims to actual suicide and torture are simply talk and that you have never actually been involved in anythong of the sort....while Manson...
((Manson stutters, acting as if it was hard to get this out.))
The old Manson that is was involved in numerous activities that injured many, many people physically and in other ways including barbaric torture methods, outright cheating, crucifixion, and blatant mocking of religion.
((Manson pauses and takes a glass of water from under the podium. He drinks it down and then places it back, knocking over his Bible which has a pez dispenser falling out, as it was embedded in the very pages. Manson swiftly kicks it to the back and out of the range of the camera and places the Bible back on top.))
However, the new, improved, KK edited Michael Manson is a changed man. I fully erxpect to go to the ring and have a nice clean scientific match and shake your hand afterword, shake KK's hand, and say a nice prayer about how great life is.
However, you go on these tragic tangents and threaten me, my livelihood, and my family. Now I realize that I don't actually have a family, and the thought of attending weekly services every Sunday alone was just too much. So I borrowed one for the time being.
KK has given so much to me, I had to hesitate, but in the end, being the great, moral, God-fearing man he is, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I borow his girlfriend and parents as my own for awhile. I need some family to be threatened. I already have them on speed dial.
((Manson takes a cell phone out of his breast pocket and hits the speed dial option and a voice quivedrs, 'Hello?'.))
So come the next wholesome GLCW event, Mike Manson is fighting not only for loyal fans everywhere, for the dignity of the sport, but for his family, on loan, and a for a better world for us all. Poe, do not even think of harming my family. The old Manson by now would have all their phone numbers and pictures, and he'd be following them around making notes and slowly inserting himself into their lives.
But no, I have adopted them as my own, to hurt them is to hurt me. And I can never allow that to happen.
Understanding
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-30-02 AT 10:13 PM (EDT)](The camera opens in a small office in the heart of Detroit. It's a warm sunny day outside as the light shines through the blinds creating pattens on the wall. A man sits at his large oak desk filling out some paperwork. Behind him on the walls of numerous medical degeress. The office is neat and clean. Two chair sit in the center and a couch in the back. The walls are done in oak paneling and across from the desk a alrge book case rest against the wall. The man behind the desk looks at his watch...somebody is late. He continues filling out the paper work when suddenly there's a buzzing from his phone.)
Doctor: Yes
Women's Voice: Mr. Poe is here.
Doctor: Send him in.
(A second later the door opens and in walks Jarod Poe. He dressed in black leather pants and a simple black t-shirt. As the camera moves in closer simple white letters spell out the saying..."Like you are now I once was. Like I am now...you will never be." The doctor pauses for a second at Poe's look as he walks in for the first time. He regains his though process and speaks up)
Doctor: Now normally I would not allow cameras Mr. Poe, but if you say it's ok...then it's your call. Please have a seat.
(Jarod looks around and the sits down in one of the two chairs that are about six feet apart from the other. The doctor sits across from him and begins thier session)
Doc: Now these sessions are court appointed. You...
(Jarod smiles)
Poe: I burned down my house
Doc: and why did you do that?
Poe: Guess my anger got the better of me
(The Doctor pauses)
Doc: Yes that happens to all of us sometimes. Now was this because of the memmories of your family?
Poe: I'm not sure...it just felt like the right thing to do.
Doc: So you did it
Poe: Yup.
Doc: Well it is good that you can admit it.
(Jarod smiles)
Poe: good then does that mean we're done here.
Doc: No...I'm afraid we're along way from that. Now I understand in the past few months you've embarked on a career as a professional wrestler. Isn't that violent?
Poe: I'm a violent man
Doc: Yes...I've watched your interviews in seen your matches. You seem to find enjoyment in pain why is that?
(Jarod pauses for a moment and then laughs)
Poe: Because it feels better then the numbness.
Doc: and this steems from what happened to yuor family
(Jarod sighs as if already growing tired of this)
Poe: Yes...how would you feel?
Doc: We're not here for me...Now I see you next opponent is a man who calls himself Michael Manson...I understand he's quite a character
Poe: I thought he was?
Doc: What do you mean?
Poe: He seems to have had a recent change of attitude. I wanted to face the violent psycho that has put men in hospitals and broken every rule in the book
Doc: Why is that?
Poe: As a test...to see just how good I am. To see how much of my limits this sport is going to take me to. To search for my enjoyment of pain.
Doc: Why do you think he has this change?
(Jarod stops and begins to laugh)
Doc: What's do funny?
Poe: I was just thinking about it. I think it's because he's afraid
Doc: Of you?
Poe: No...*looks into the camera* Maelstrom.
(The Doctor pauses for a moment to check his notes)
Doc: As yes this Maelstrom he's another wrestler
Poe: Oh...he's more then just another wrestler...he's something to shoot for
Doc: How do you mean?
Poe: I'm looking for a victim. Somebody who will play my game. Micheal Manson might not, but I know Maelstrom will. However that will be another day...for now my fight is with Manson.
Doc: So do you think this change in attitude will last?
(Jarod looks at his watch growing impatient with the constant questions)
Poe: *sitting forward To tell the truth Doc I don't really care. Michael Manson can play whatever games he wants too. He can play nice or he can the violent man I once thought was someone I could respect. Either way it does not matter. I'm going to face him in the ring and put him down fro the three count. He can adopt any family he wants...play whatever game she feels like...it won't help. He's my next victim...he's getting fed to the beast.
(The doctor pauses for a minute before speaking)
Doc: Family...victim...beast? Those are all very interesting things we should talk about
(Jarod looks in the camera as he grows more tired)
Poe: Look guys I think I'm going to be here for awhile. You can move on...I'll catch up with you
(The camera shifts tot he doctor who seems more relaxed now knowing the camera will be gone. It turns back to Poe who waves good-bye with a wry smile upon his face)
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON Aug-30-02 AT 10:13 PM (EDT)](The camera opens in a small office in the heart of Detroit. It's a warm sunny day outside as the light shines through the blinds creating pattens on the wall. A man sits at his large oak desk filling out some paperwork. Behind him on the walls of numerous medical degeress. The office is neat and clean. Two chair sit in the center and a couch in the back. The walls are done in oak paneling and across from the desk a alrge book case rest against the wall. The man behind the desk looks at his watch...somebody is late. He continues filling out the paper work when suddenly there's a buzzing from his phone.)
Doctor: Yes
Women's Voice: Mr. Poe is here.
Doctor: Send him in.
(A second later the door opens and in walks Jarod Poe. He dressed in black leather pants and a simple black t-shirt. As the camera moves in closer simple white letters spell out the saying..."Like you are now I once was. Like I am now...you will never be." The doctor pauses for a second at Poe's look as he walks in for the first time. He regains his though process and speaks up)
Doctor: Now normally I would not allow cameras Mr. Poe, but if you say it's ok...then it's your call. Please have a seat.
(Jarod looks around and the sits down in one of the two chairs that are about six feet apart from the other. The doctor sits across from him and begins thier session)
Doc: Now these sessions are court appointed. You...
(Jarod smiles)
Poe: I burned down my house
Doc: and why did you do that?
Poe: Guess my anger got the better of me
(The Doctor pauses)
Doc: Yes that happens to all of us sometimes. Now was this because of the memmories of your family?
Poe: I'm not sure...it just felt like the right thing to do.
Doc: So you did it
Poe: Yup.
Doc: Well it is good that you can admit it.
(Jarod smiles)
Poe: good then does that mean we're done here.
Doc: No...I'm afraid we're along way from that. Now I understand in the past few months you've embarked on a career as a professional wrestler. Isn't that violent?
Poe: I'm a violent man
Doc: Yes...I've watched your interviews in seen your matches. You seem to find enjoyment in pain why is that?
(Jarod pauses for a moment and then laughs)
Poe: Because it feels better then the numbness.
Doc: and this steems from what happened to yuor family
(Jarod sighs as if already growing tired of this)
Poe: Yes...how would you feel?
Doc: We're not here for me...Now I see you next opponent is a man who calls himself Michael Manson...I understand he's quite a character
Poe: I thought he was?
Doc: What do you mean?
Poe: He seems to have had a recent change of attitude. I wanted to face the violent psycho that has put men in hospitals and broken every rule in the book
Doc: Why is that?
Poe: As a test...to see just how good I am. To see how much of my limits this sport is going to take me to. To search for my enjoyment of pain.
Doc: Why do you think he has this change?
(Jarod stops and begins to laugh)
Doc: What's do funny?
Poe: I was just thinking about it. I think it's because he's afraid
Doc: Of you?
Poe: No...*looks into the camera* Maelstrom.
(The Doctor pauses for a moment to check his notes)
Doc: As yes this Maelstrom he's another wrestler
Poe: Oh...he's more then just another wrestler...he's something to shoot for
Doc: How do you mean?
Poe: I'm looking for a victim. Somebody who will play my game. Micheal Manson might not, but I know Maelstrom will. However that will be another day...for now my fight is with Manson.
Doc: So do you think this change in attitude will last?
(Jarod looks at his watch growing impatient with the constant questions)
Poe: *sitting forward To tell the truth Doc I don't really care. Michael Manson can play whatever games he wants too. He can play nice or he can the violent man I once thought was someone I could respect. Either way it does not matter. I'm going to face him in the ring and put him down fro the three count. He can adopt any family he wants...play whatever game she feels like...it won't help. He's my next victim...he's getting fed to the beast.
(The doctor pauses for a minute before speaking)
Doc: Family...victim...beast? Those are all very interesting things we should talk about
(Jarod looks in the camera as he grows more tired)
Poe: Look guys I think I'm going to be here for awhile. You can move on...I'll catch up with you
(The camera shifts tot he doctor who seems more relaxed now knowing the camera will be gone. It turns back to Poe who waves good-bye with a wry smile upon his face)
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RE: Understanding
((FADEIN: The back of a church altar where Michael Manson, in full sunday attire walks in,closes and locks the door behind him. He takes a very large set of keys and places them back in his pocket. The vault door to where they keep the chalices is open as a dirty man with a tongue piercing in a priest's gown walks out with an open container of wine. He sets down a chalice in front of Manson and pours him some.))
MANSON: Father?
((he mna kicks back a shot of the wine.))
MANSON: Father?
((Manson kicks him in the shin.))
FATHER(clears throat): Yes my son?
MANSON: Father, I am troubled. I try to be a good God-fearing Christian in age group 18-34. Yet, these are trying times. I have this insolent Jarod Poe trying to bait me like a immature adolescent who commits the sin of self pleasure too often, saying I am not up to the task,the mission in life the Lord has given me, that I am even afraid of this .
...Maelstrom....when I am trying to do the Christian thing and turning the other cheek. I only justly fear the Lord for he is all mighty. But am I truely a worthy and righteous man?
((The priest takes another slug.))
FATHER: I should say so, how many men actually have keys to not only this church, but every one of them in the Midwest? Surely he would strike you if you were unworthy of such a burden.
((Manson takes a drink of the chalice.))
MANSON; But these are trying times and there are temptations everywhere. I have no counselor, therapist, or doctor like this Poe. I have no confidante but the Lord who shall not speak to me until the day of judgment?
FATHER(reading something written on his hand): The lord is everything, in everything and everywhere. You simply have to listen with your heart. You need no artifical counsel, you have the Church and the cross you might carry. Must...must carry.
MANSON: father, my only fear is for my loved ones. I try to help my family, I watch at them at all hours from a car across the street with a strong camera lens, and I have trcaed their credit cards and such, but this man is violent and hateful, I fear he will do something to harm them because he is upset with the world, the Lord, and himself.
((Manson takes a slug of the chalice and throws it over his shoulder.))
FATHER: It is only right that a man defend his family. Its in the Bible.....Michael...4:87..yes thats the correct passage..that if a man must, he has to do dreadful things to save his own.
MANSON: I fear this will take me further from the lord.
((The priest shakes hs head and finishes off the wine and lights a cigarette.))
FATHER: If anything, it takes you closer to the Lord. Remember in the Old Testament where Jebus beat up those merchants in his father's house? Even violence is one with the Lord.
((Manson forces tears out of his eyes and kneels down with his hands folded.))
MANSON: I will try, for the Lord, for my new family, and life. For the grace of God go I.
((Fade to black))
((FADEIN: The back of a church altar where Michael Manson, in full sunday attire walks in,closes and locks the door behind him. He takes a very large set of keys and places them back in his pocket. The vault door to where they keep the chalices is open as a dirty man with a tongue piercing in a priest's gown walks out with an open container of wine. He sets down a chalice in front of Manson and pours him some.))
MANSON: Father?
((he mna kicks back a shot of the wine.))
MANSON: Father?
((Manson kicks him in the shin.))
FATHER(clears throat): Yes my son?
MANSON: Father, I am troubled. I try to be a good God-fearing Christian in age group 18-34. Yet, these are trying times. I have this insolent Jarod Poe trying to bait me like a immature adolescent who commits the sin of self pleasure too often, saying I am not up to the task,the mission in life the Lord has given me, that I am even afraid of this .
...Maelstrom....when I am trying to do the Christian thing and turning the other cheek. I only justly fear the Lord for he is all mighty. But am I truely a worthy and righteous man?
((The priest takes another slug.))
FATHER: I should say so, how many men actually have keys to not only this church, but every one of them in the Midwest? Surely he would strike you if you were unworthy of such a burden.
((Manson takes a drink of the chalice.))
MANSON; But these are trying times and there are temptations everywhere. I have no counselor, therapist, or doctor like this Poe. I have no confidante but the Lord who shall not speak to me until the day of judgment?
FATHER(reading something written on his hand): The lord is everything, in everything and everywhere. You simply have to listen with your heart. You need no artifical counsel, you have the Church and the cross you might carry. Must...must carry.
MANSON: father, my only fear is for my loved ones. I try to help my family, I watch at them at all hours from a car across the street with a strong camera lens, and I have trcaed their credit cards and such, but this man is violent and hateful, I fear he will do something to harm them because he is upset with the world, the Lord, and himself.
((Manson takes a slug of the chalice and throws it over his shoulder.))
FATHER: It is only right that a man defend his family. Its in the Bible.....Michael...4:87..yes thats the correct passage..that if a man must, he has to do dreadful things to save his own.
MANSON: I fear this will take me further from the lord.
((The priest shakes hs head and finishes off the wine and lights a cigarette.))
FATHER: If anything, it takes you closer to the Lord. Remember in the Old Testament where Jebus beat up those merchants in his father's house? Even violence is one with the Lord.
((Manson forces tears out of his eyes and kneels down with his hands folded.))
MANSON: I will try, for the Lord, for my new family, and life. For the grace of God go I.
((Fade to black))
Judgement
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-04-02 AT 00:46 AM (EDT)](The camera open in the railyards of of the "Steel City" Detroit. It's a cool night the tempeture just under 70. Above the far off skyscrapers of the big city the sun starts to set in thfading daylight. Turning off the paved road an man on a motorcycle pulls into the dirt yard and the loud engine slow down. He coasts upon the gravel crumbles under the weight of the wide tires. The headlight glares into the camera and then shuts of quickly to reveal the smiling face of Jarod Poe. He straddles his classic 46 Indian Chief as he stares forward for a moment. The camera moves in closer as Jarod sits there in a moment of reflection)
Poe: Ah, Doctors...what do they know. IF you ask me it's all guesswork in a white coat. I'm supposed to be stopping by trying to figure out my problems. I usually leave more angry and annoyed then before. Ah, but we all have of confessors do we not. For me it's mandatory shrink wraps and you Michael. Well it's to the confessional...I guess you too have learned that the chruch isn't what it used to be. The say that confession is good for the soul...it helps to rid yourself of that guilt. *smiles{/i] I burned down the place my family used to call home...I've never felt any guilt. Confession doesn't help me...How about you Michael...any luck on your end?
(Jarod slips his leg over the leather seat and the plants both feet firmly on the ground. He kicks his heavy boot and watches the gravel scatter)
Poe: Did you have any luck? Did pouring your soul out to that drunken fool make you feel any better? I thought you were a man without a conscious Michael. Were this wounded animal ready to fight when conered. Instead I find nothing more then a man who stikes me as a coward. Not afraid of his own shadow, just a coward by actions alone. See you need not the Lord to judge you Michael, because in just a few days when that bell rings I'll do that all on my own. I'm not sure if you take me for threat, for fool or granted...niether matters to me. In the end it all closes with your shoulders to the mat...1,2,3...and another victim is fed to the beast.
(Jarod takes his weight off the bike and slowly walks down the tracks in the railyard.)
Poe: When I was a kid my father bought me here all the time. He worked days and he fought with mom all the time. So when he wanted to get some time away he sneak me out and we'd watch the trains roll in at night. *laughs* I haven't seen my farther in years, but I bet I can tell you waht bar he is at right now. Hell for all I know he could have been that drunk you passed off as a priest Michael. Ah, but your above that aren't you.
(Under his feet he can feel a small vibration. Far off in the distance a train is rolling in...a big one. He smiles to himself and continues walking as the sun sets in the distance)
Poe: Family...such a funny and confusing lot. So you've adopted KK's family have you. In your vain attempt to deal with a man you've taken the cowards way out. You would threaten a man's family. His wife and kids. *Shakes his head* How pathetic the man I once respected has turned out to be. They have no worries from me Michael. Why I am a violent man I have no angere towards an innocent family...my problem is with you *points to the camera* AND YOU ALONE!!! Our time will come and things will be settled. The only choice you will have is how it will all go down. In life there's a hard road and any easy road. I hope your new found self will not choose the easy one. I need you for my victim Michael...don't take all the fun out of it.
(In the distance the light of the train cuts through now dark night. The light gets closer and closer as Jarod steps of the rail at the firs tsound of a horn. He stares blankly at the train as it whizzes by not mor ethen five feet from his face. The motion blows his long hair backwards and it blows freely until the last car speeds by. The trian moves on, the noise grows back into silience and Jarod turns back to the camera again)
Poe: I thought you were like me Michael. I thought you understood the pain. Now I see it's only the power you liked. You liked the power of beating that helpless opponent in the first round. You liked torturing that helpless camera man after your last match. You liked causing chaos as long as you could get away with it. That's the power in it...not the pain. Now as soon as the threat of pain came in the picture you turned tail. KK, Maelstrom...perhaps even me. Your power was taken away...the pain was threatened...you turned into a coward...my respect for you was lost. Big mistake Michael..big mistake.
(Jarod turns around and begins walking back in the direction of his bike)
Poe: turn whatever direction you want. Turn to God...turn to KK...run from Maelstrom..do whatever you like. Just remember all the time I will be right behind you. My only care is pinning your shoulders to the mat. However since I know now that you fear the pain...*smiles* Then perhaps I enlighten you with some. Say your prayers Michael...say them well. Your destiny is a match with "The Torture King" Jarod Poe...the beast is again hungry...your my next victim...this time I'm not going to ask. I'll see you soon.
(Jarod turns his back to the camera and disappears into the darkness of night. Moments later the lights from his bike come on as the powerful engine starts up. He let's loose a flurry of gravel as the engine takes off)
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-04-02 AT 00:46 AM (EDT)](The camera open in the railyards of of the "Steel City" Detroit. It's a cool night the tempeture just under 70. Above the far off skyscrapers of the big city the sun starts to set in thfading daylight. Turning off the paved road an man on a motorcycle pulls into the dirt yard and the loud engine slow down. He coasts upon the gravel crumbles under the weight of the wide tires. The headlight glares into the camera and then shuts of quickly to reveal the smiling face of Jarod Poe. He straddles his classic 46 Indian Chief as he stares forward for a moment. The camera moves in closer as Jarod sits there in a moment of reflection)
Poe: Ah, Doctors...what do they know. IF you ask me it's all guesswork in a white coat. I'm supposed to be stopping by trying to figure out my problems. I usually leave more angry and annoyed then before. Ah, but we all have of confessors do we not. For me it's mandatory shrink wraps and you Michael. Well it's to the confessional...I guess you too have learned that the chruch isn't what it used to be. The say that confession is good for the soul...it helps to rid yourself of that guilt. *smiles{/i] I burned down the place my family used to call home...I've never felt any guilt. Confession doesn't help me...How about you Michael...any luck on your end?
(Jarod slips his leg over the leather seat and the plants both feet firmly on the ground. He kicks his heavy boot and watches the gravel scatter)
Poe: Did you have any luck? Did pouring your soul out to that drunken fool make you feel any better? I thought you were a man without a conscious Michael. Were this wounded animal ready to fight when conered. Instead I find nothing more then a man who stikes me as a coward. Not afraid of his own shadow, just a coward by actions alone. See you need not the Lord to judge you Michael, because in just a few days when that bell rings I'll do that all on my own. I'm not sure if you take me for threat, for fool or granted...niether matters to me. In the end it all closes with your shoulders to the mat...1,2,3...and another victim is fed to the beast.
(Jarod takes his weight off the bike and slowly walks down the tracks in the railyard.)
Poe: When I was a kid my father bought me here all the time. He worked days and he fought with mom all the time. So when he wanted to get some time away he sneak me out and we'd watch the trains roll in at night. *laughs* I haven't seen my farther in years, but I bet I can tell you waht bar he is at right now. Hell for all I know he could have been that drunk you passed off as a priest Michael. Ah, but your above that aren't you.
(Under his feet he can feel a small vibration. Far off in the distance a train is rolling in...a big one. He smiles to himself and continues walking as the sun sets in the distance)
Poe: Family...such a funny and confusing lot. So you've adopted KK's family have you. In your vain attempt to deal with a man you've taken the cowards way out. You would threaten a man's family. His wife and kids. *Shakes his head* How pathetic the man I once respected has turned out to be. They have no worries from me Michael. Why I am a violent man I have no angere towards an innocent family...my problem is with you *points to the camera* AND YOU ALONE!!! Our time will come and things will be settled. The only choice you will have is how it will all go down. In life there's a hard road and any easy road. I hope your new found self will not choose the easy one. I need you for my victim Michael...don't take all the fun out of it.
(In the distance the light of the train cuts through now dark night. The light gets closer and closer as Jarod steps of the rail at the firs tsound of a horn. He stares blankly at the train as it whizzes by not mor ethen five feet from his face. The motion blows his long hair backwards and it blows freely until the last car speeds by. The trian moves on, the noise grows back into silience and Jarod turns back to the camera again)
Poe: I thought you were like me Michael. I thought you understood the pain. Now I see it's only the power you liked. You liked the power of beating that helpless opponent in the first round. You liked torturing that helpless camera man after your last match. You liked causing chaos as long as you could get away with it. That's the power in it...not the pain. Now as soon as the threat of pain came in the picture you turned tail. KK, Maelstrom...perhaps even me. Your power was taken away...the pain was threatened...you turned into a coward...my respect for you was lost. Big mistake Michael..big mistake.
(Jarod turns around and begins walking back in the direction of his bike)
Poe: turn whatever direction you want. Turn to God...turn to KK...run from Maelstrom..do whatever you like. Just remember all the time I will be right behind you. My only care is pinning your shoulders to the mat. However since I know now that you fear the pain...*smiles* Then perhaps I enlighten you with some. Say your prayers Michael...say them well. Your destiny is a match with "The Torture King" Jarod Poe...the beast is again hungry...your my next victim...this time I'm not going to ask. I'll see you soon.
(Jarod turns his back to the camera and disappears into the darkness of night. Moments later the lights from his bike come on as the powerful engine starts up. He let's loose a flurry of gravel as the engine takes off)
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RE: Judgement
((FADEIN: Michael Manson in a black velvet suit and dark blue vest and shirt, lacking a tie because after all, it is his day off, is highlighting passages in the Bible in his small room. So far, he has every page highlighted, with each book in a different color.))
MANSON: Yes, we do all confessors because we are horrible, horrible sinners lost in the world of man..we have all confession to the ear of the Lord, unless you're some kind of PROTESTANT. However, you strike me as a lapsed catholic, why ese would you bother with this whole tormented gimmick? Though the fact that you can't seem to spell my name right makes me think you went to a public school.
No, I am not like you, I have the Lord. I do not need to seek such attention because I know a greater reward is meant for me now than this foul kingdom of temptation. But I have already been rewarded in this life for my toil.
For I have a friend and mentor as grand as King Krusher in this life. He'll the best man at my wedding as I marry his girlfriend, smiling all the while reading the vows I wrote for her unable to literally move. Then we'll name all the first 13 of our children after him. And I'l be right there as soon as his parents die and there's a fight for the inheritance and money is just being handed out.
((Manson closes the Bible he's been highlighting and places it in the pile of "Highlighted Bibles" and then selects another from the pile of "Non-Highlighted Bibles" and starts highlighting in green, the Book of Genesis.))
You, Poe, are much like the Philistines as they were driven out of Caanan by God's chosen people. Savages who worshipped graven images for wont of attention and need. Sadly, I can do nothing for you, but perhaps the great King Krusher can save you as he did this poor, wretched with his melodious voice and poetic sermons that touch everyone's heart.
All you can do is try to be a pale imitation of the inferior, Godless version of myself, which you don't even get right anyway. You try and bait me, claiming I'm afraid of Maelstrom,which shows that you know less about who I was and who I am than you claim to. Your is a life of senseless, meaningless violence that has no ends, no means. Which is why you pursue this gothic lifestyle.
However, since it is clear you look up to me, I will try to do one thing right by you. I will go to that ring and wrestle a match that will draw standing ovations from all around and then, you'll see. Your role model will finally be worthy of that position by showing you that one can turn from such a life and still succeed, by the grace of God, and even improve, and go further. You will see how the power of prayer can change a man and that King Krusher is a great,great man who you should hold as a higher role model than even me.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson in a black velvet suit and dark blue vest and shirt, lacking a tie because after all, it is his day off, is highlighting passages in the Bible in his small room. So far, he has every page highlighted, with each book in a different color.))
MANSON: Yes, we do all confessors because we are horrible, horrible sinners lost in the world of man..we have all confession to the ear of the Lord, unless you're some kind of PROTESTANT. However, you strike me as a lapsed catholic, why ese would you bother with this whole tormented gimmick? Though the fact that you can't seem to spell my name right makes me think you went to a public school.
No, I am not like you, I have the Lord. I do not need to seek such attention because I know a greater reward is meant for me now than this foul kingdom of temptation. But I have already been rewarded in this life for my toil.
For I have a friend and mentor as grand as King Krusher in this life. He'll the best man at my wedding as I marry his girlfriend, smiling all the while reading the vows I wrote for her unable to literally move. Then we'll name all the first 13 of our children after him. And I'l be right there as soon as his parents die and there's a fight for the inheritance and money is just being handed out.
((Manson closes the Bible he's been highlighting and places it in the pile of "Highlighted Bibles" and then selects another from the pile of "Non-Highlighted Bibles" and starts highlighting in green, the Book of Genesis.))
You, Poe, are much like the Philistines as they were driven out of Caanan by God's chosen people. Savages who worshipped graven images for wont of attention and need. Sadly, I can do nothing for you, but perhaps the great King Krusher can save you as he did this poor, wretched with his melodious voice and poetic sermons that touch everyone's heart.
All you can do is try to be a pale imitation of the inferior, Godless version of myself, which you don't even get right anyway. You try and bait me, claiming I'm afraid of Maelstrom,which shows that you know less about who I was and who I am than you claim to. Your is a life of senseless, meaningless violence that has no ends, no means. Which is why you pursue this gothic lifestyle.
However, since it is clear you look up to me, I will try to do one thing right by you. I will go to that ring and wrestle a match that will draw standing ovations from all around and then, you'll see. Your role model will finally be worthy of that position by showing you that one can turn from such a life and still succeed, by the grace of God, and even improve, and go further. You will see how the power of prayer can change a man and that King Krusher is a great,great man who you should hold as a higher role model than even me.
Ignorance
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-04-02 AT 09:59 PM (EDT)](The camera opens late at night at Fitness Works in Detroit, Michigan. It's around 2 AM and it's sparsly populated. On the benchpress laying back is the tattooed upper body of Jarod Poe. He finishes his last set of reps and sits up. Sweat pours down his upperbody the tribal tattoos highlighting his well defined upper body. He takes a moment to catch his breath and chases it down with a drink of water. He sits back down on the bench letting his heart rate slow down and stares froward into the camera his dark eyes seem empty)
Poe: You know it amuses me sometimes. There always seems a point in the banter between you and your opponent when you realize just how stupid some people can be. That one silly statement will escape thier lips and you'll scratch your head and wonder what they were thinking. *smiles* It's good to see that Michael is no exception. As a matter of fact he seems to have gone out of his way to act stupid...although I suspect it's more of a habit then anything else.
(Jarod checks his pulse again and stands up. His muscles burn from the workout and the warm sensation brings a smile to his face)
Poe: Now all along my opponent has called me what was the term Juvenile for trying to bait you, but you start right of by questioning my education. When have you ever seen me write something? Have you somehow seen my high school transcripts. All we've done is sit here on camera and share this verbal hype. My only understanding for this argument is that you fail to even grasp the concept of what is going on here or you just are trying to be a moron atop the coward I already think you are. As for my religion...well again your wrong. I worship in my own way. I need no church to belong to, because I need no help in understanding HIS word. Perhaps you do...thus all the highlights. Me I worship my own way...on my own terms. Unlike you I need no guidance...I've chosen my path...right now *points to the camera* It's takes me through you.
(Jarod pauses as he takes a towel and wipes the sweat from his body. He drinks some more water and turns back to the camera)
Poe: You see I need or want any saving. All I need right now is to feed The Beast. It's hungry...it's needs another victim and your sadly it. As for idols...I have none. Everything I once looked up or forward to came crashing down in one terrible night. Right now I have one moment I live for in that's for you in that ring. My goal...to pin your shoulders to the mat and then await the next victim. That's all I see any of you other people as...Raw Meat to feed the beast. One more victim for the record...I thought you'd be willing...I'm more then happy your not.
(Jarod sits down and grabs a heavy dumbell for his first set of curls. As his arm starts to lift he looks back to the camera)
Poe: You show your ignorance even more by confusing respect for worship. It seems your bible study has taught you nothing. I had respect for a man who took no crap and played by his own rules. In my eyes you've lost that image. It's been shattered by what little man now stands before me now. A pale comparasion to what used to be. You look at me and in your misunderstanding you lash out. You can't wrap your mind about what I have become so you lash out with what little knowledge you have.
(Jarod finishes his first set of ten and then switches arms)
Poe: You assume that my life is senseless violence. That the way I treat my body and activities I choose are nothing more then reckless actions. You lack the mental capacity to truly understand the beauty and profund joy that is pain. As I said you enjoy the power, not pain. You miss out on the pure and honest truth of it. Just as you misjudge my lifestyle by calling it gothic. *grins* Perhaps you should take a good look in the mirror. As for me I do without the mascare and long painted fingernails. I don't hangout in clubs triping on extasy and listening to machine made music. No I embrace life in a way you can not even concieve...and like all the others you lash out in your ignorance.
(Jarod finishes his rep and before continuing he looks into the camera)
Poe: Perhaps what you had better do is read that bible really close. Find a prayer that brings you comfort and recite it repeatedly before our match. Pray for love, pray for forgivness...pray for you very soul. Most of all show up...The Beast needs it's own kind of prey. In the end your no role model...no idol and niether am I. Your a confused man lost in his own lack of intelligence for the world I come from. Doesn't really matter. When all is said in done...you'll at least have the Lord to bring your comfort. You'll get none from me. I'll be seeing you Michael...you'll be my victim...willing or not
(Jarod turns his back to the camera and continues his workout)
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-04-02 AT 09:59 PM (EDT)](The camera opens late at night at Fitness Works in Detroit, Michigan. It's around 2 AM and it's sparsly populated. On the benchpress laying back is the tattooed upper body of Jarod Poe. He finishes his last set of reps and sits up. Sweat pours down his upperbody the tribal tattoos highlighting his well defined upper body. He takes a moment to catch his breath and chases it down with a drink of water. He sits back down on the bench letting his heart rate slow down and stares froward into the camera his dark eyes seem empty)
Poe: You know it amuses me sometimes. There always seems a point in the banter between you and your opponent when you realize just how stupid some people can be. That one silly statement will escape thier lips and you'll scratch your head and wonder what they were thinking. *smiles* It's good to see that Michael is no exception. As a matter of fact he seems to have gone out of his way to act stupid...although I suspect it's more of a habit then anything else.
(Jarod checks his pulse again and stands up. His muscles burn from the workout and the warm sensation brings a smile to his face)
Poe: Now all along my opponent has called me what was the term Juvenile for trying to bait you, but you start right of by questioning my education. When have you ever seen me write something? Have you somehow seen my high school transcripts. All we've done is sit here on camera and share this verbal hype. My only understanding for this argument is that you fail to even grasp the concept of what is going on here or you just are trying to be a moron atop the coward I already think you are. As for my religion...well again your wrong. I worship in my own way. I need no church to belong to, because I need no help in understanding HIS word. Perhaps you do...thus all the highlights. Me I worship my own way...on my own terms. Unlike you I need no guidance...I've chosen my path...right now *points to the camera* It's takes me through you.
(Jarod pauses as he takes a towel and wipes the sweat from his body. He drinks some more water and turns back to the camera)
Poe: You see I need or want any saving. All I need right now is to feed The Beast. It's hungry...it's needs another victim and your sadly it. As for idols...I have none. Everything I once looked up or forward to came crashing down in one terrible night. Right now I have one moment I live for in that's for you in that ring. My goal...to pin your shoulders to the mat and then await the next victim. That's all I see any of you other people as...Raw Meat to feed the beast. One more victim for the record...I thought you'd be willing...I'm more then happy your not.
(Jarod sits down and grabs a heavy dumbell for his first set of curls. As his arm starts to lift he looks back to the camera)
Poe: You show your ignorance even more by confusing respect for worship. It seems your bible study has taught you nothing. I had respect for a man who took no crap and played by his own rules. In my eyes you've lost that image. It's been shattered by what little man now stands before me now. A pale comparasion to what used to be. You look at me and in your misunderstanding you lash out. You can't wrap your mind about what I have become so you lash out with what little knowledge you have.
(Jarod finishes his first set of ten and then switches arms)
Poe: You assume that my life is senseless violence. That the way I treat my body and activities I choose are nothing more then reckless actions. You lack the mental capacity to truly understand the beauty and profund joy that is pain. As I said you enjoy the power, not pain. You miss out on the pure and honest truth of it. Just as you misjudge my lifestyle by calling it gothic. *grins* Perhaps you should take a good look in the mirror. As for me I do without the mascare and long painted fingernails. I don't hangout in clubs triping on extasy and listening to machine made music. No I embrace life in a way you can not even concieve...and like all the others you lash out in your ignorance.
(Jarod finishes his rep and before continuing he looks into the camera)
Poe: Perhaps what you had better do is read that bible really close. Find a prayer that brings you comfort and recite it repeatedly before our match. Pray for love, pray for forgivness...pray for you very soul. Most of all show up...The Beast needs it's own kind of prey. In the end your no role model...no idol and niether am I. Your a confused man lost in his own lack of intelligence for the world I come from. Doesn't really matter. When all is said in done...you'll at least have the Lord to bring your comfort. You'll get none from me. I'll be seeing you Michael...you'll be my victim...willing or not
(Jarod turns his back to the camera and continues his workout)
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RE: Ignorance
((FADEIN: Michael Manson is wearing a black suit, armani vintager, with a dark violet vest embroidered with black stitches. He is at a desk with a felt feather and a bottle of ink. He dips it in and begins writing. The camera focuses on the letter.))
Dear King Krusher,
I thought I'd take time out of my most recent charity to write to you and tell you of my brand new life that you helped bring about.
((Footage of Manson, in his armani suit serving food at a homeless shelter. Manson pushing a wheelchair with an elderly man with his ear pierced down a hospital homeway. Manson driving a black hearse for the Meals on Wheels program. Manson prescribing medication to the psychiatric ward.))
I've found that helping people is a much better high than hurting them. I've made so many new friends and have been saved.
((A photo of Manson dressed as a priest standing in a church forcing the cleaning crew to stand next to him.))
More over, I've found an inner peace, that at times, I can even be at peace with myself.
((B/W footage of Manson eating pez.))
Through it, I've found a family to love and cherish. That girlfriend of yours is really, really special. And I thank God every night that I'm the guy following her around and taping footage of her bathing to sell on the internet. Your parents are interesting too, your dad knows a lot of cool card tricks, he almost changed my life as much as you did.
((A photo of KK's girlfriend is shown with Manson edited in next to her. Then the same images of the girlfriend and Manson are shown amongst a cast photo of the cast of the Wonder Years.))
I intend on spending the holidays these fine folks, and I insisted that you be invited too. What would be Christmas be without King Krusher? Its like Halloween without handing out apples to the children.
((The camera suddenly pans behind Manson to reveal a large King Krusher poster on the wall.))
I understand why in your infinite wisdom, why you matched me up against this Poe. He idolized me to the point that he had no idea what I was actually like and insteasd built himself up into a false image. Now I can set him straight and perhaps leave a Bible quotes he can ponder over in the process.
I also know that you have to work to have a family, to fight for it. And this man threatens OUR family. Rest assured, you cna stay behind the scenes as I take care of this him, one on one in the squared circle in a fair and decisive manner that also please the fans.
Thank you for all your kind advice and love, I know I can be a burden, but God Bless you for taking care of me.
Ever respectfully,
Michael "Kurzowski" Manson
((Manson looks up and gives the camera a thumbs up and that eerie, clean, shining smile.))
((FADEIN: Michael Manson is wearing a black suit, armani vintager, with a dark violet vest embroidered with black stitches. He is at a desk with a felt feather and a bottle of ink. He dips it in and begins writing. The camera focuses on the letter.))
Dear King Krusher,
I thought I'd take time out of my most recent charity to write to you and tell you of my brand new life that you helped bring about.
((Footage of Manson, in his armani suit serving food at a homeless shelter. Manson pushing a wheelchair with an elderly man with his ear pierced down a hospital homeway. Manson driving a black hearse for the Meals on Wheels program. Manson prescribing medication to the psychiatric ward.))
I've found that helping people is a much better high than hurting them. I've made so many new friends and have been saved.
((A photo of Manson dressed as a priest standing in a church forcing the cleaning crew to stand next to him.))
More over, I've found an inner peace, that at times, I can even be at peace with myself.
((B/W footage of Manson eating pez.))
Through it, I've found a family to love and cherish. That girlfriend of yours is really, really special. And I thank God every night that I'm the guy following her around and taping footage of her bathing to sell on the internet. Your parents are interesting too, your dad knows a lot of cool card tricks, he almost changed my life as much as you did.
((A photo of KK's girlfriend is shown with Manson edited in next to her. Then the same images of the girlfriend and Manson are shown amongst a cast photo of the cast of the Wonder Years.))
I intend on spending the holidays these fine folks, and I insisted that you be invited too. What would be Christmas be without King Krusher? Its like Halloween without handing out apples to the children.
((The camera suddenly pans behind Manson to reveal a large King Krusher poster on the wall.))
I understand why in your infinite wisdom, why you matched me up against this Poe. He idolized me to the point that he had no idea what I was actually like and insteasd built himself up into a false image. Now I can set him straight and perhaps leave a Bible quotes he can ponder over in the process.
I also know that you have to work to have a family, to fight for it. And this man threatens OUR family. Rest assured, you cna stay behind the scenes as I take care of this him, one on one in the squared circle in a fair and decisive manner that also please the fans.
Thank you for all your kind advice and love, I know I can be a burden, but God Bless you for taking care of me.
Ever respectfully,
Michael "Kurzowski" Manson
((Manson looks up and gives the camera a thumbs up and that eerie, clean, shining smile.))
Pain
(the camera opens inside the dressing room of Jarod Poe. As the picture rolls there's a strange slapping noise going on and the faint smell of blood in the air. As the camera pans down Jarod Poe sits back to cross-legged on the floor. As he takes a leather strap and whips it across his back. large welts have already started to form and in other places blood trickles from the broken skin. Jarod feels eyes upon him and turns around. He drops the whip and slowly turns to the camera)
Poe: the time is coming close Michael. Soon your worries for King Krusher and your adopted family will all be gone/ ou'll be standing in the ring with a man who you could never hope to understand. Somebody who is what you used to be. A cold and uncaring man. I could careless for your change of life...you new mood swing. It matters not to me. The beast needs to be fed and your are next.
(Jarod slides on his black t-shirt. The unsmiling face of Saddam Hussein stares back the simple white letters on the black shirt read 1937-2002)
Poe: The only false image of you I get is a man who was once "The Man" Somebody who put fear in the hearts of the person that was to step into the ring with him. I guess all along it was "The Power" you liked. The small feeling of being in control. *smiles* Well control is gone. Now all that is left is the violent impact I shall leave on your life. Even after this match our battle might not be over. I had expectations of you...I feel you will not live up to them. Needless to say I might need to drag this out over some time.
(Jarod grinds his plams together a look of desire in his eyes)
Poe: I've promised The Beast a new victim. In the dark he grows hungry and my pain will only satisfy him for so long. tonight when I get the chance I'll grab you by the arms and hit "The Fading Light" You'll feel the impact and as your eyes close you'll drift into the darkness and there you will find The Beast. He's hungry Michael...so hungry...your my next victim.
(Jarod steps forward his cold eyes staring into the lens)
Poe: Pain is truth...pain is pure...pain is love as I have come to understand it. Tonight Michael all your vain attempts will not stop your from expierencing the same thing. You've never meet anyone like me...can't comprehend what drives me on. You've shown your ignorance...no you must be punished for it.
(Jarod reaches down and in his hand a bible opens up)
Poe: I've read this book over. I hope you've found something in here that brings you comfort. For when I decide the issue is done between us...this will be your only source of comfort and your only refuge. See you soon Michael.
(Jarod slowly closes his eyes as the pain from his back seeps in)
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(the camera opens inside the dressing room of Jarod Poe. As the picture rolls there's a strange slapping noise going on and the faint smell of blood in the air. As the camera pans down Jarod Poe sits back to cross-legged on the floor. As he takes a leather strap and whips it across his back. large welts have already started to form and in other places blood trickles from the broken skin. Jarod feels eyes upon him and turns around. He drops the whip and slowly turns to the camera)
Poe: the time is coming close Michael. Soon your worries for King Krusher and your adopted family will all be gone/ ou'll be standing in the ring with a man who you could never hope to understand. Somebody who is what you used to be. A cold and uncaring man. I could careless for your change of life...you new mood swing. It matters not to me. The beast needs to be fed and your are next.
(Jarod slides on his black t-shirt. The unsmiling face of Saddam Hussein stares back the simple white letters on the black shirt read 1937-2002)
Poe: The only false image of you I get is a man who was once "The Man" Somebody who put fear in the hearts of the person that was to step into the ring with him. I guess all along it was "The Power" you liked. The small feeling of being in control. *smiles* Well control is gone. Now all that is left is the violent impact I shall leave on your life. Even after this match our battle might not be over. I had expectations of you...I feel you will not live up to them. Needless to say I might need to drag this out over some time.
(Jarod grinds his plams together a look of desire in his eyes)
Poe: I've promised The Beast a new victim. In the dark he grows hungry and my pain will only satisfy him for so long. tonight when I get the chance I'll grab you by the arms and hit "The Fading Light" You'll feel the impact and as your eyes close you'll drift into the darkness and there you will find The Beast. He's hungry Michael...so hungry...your my next victim.
(Jarod steps forward his cold eyes staring into the lens)
Poe: Pain is truth...pain is pure...pain is love as I have come to understand it. Tonight Michael all your vain attempts will not stop your from expierencing the same thing. You've never meet anyone like me...can't comprehend what drives me on. You've shown your ignorance...no you must be punished for it.
(Jarod reaches down and in his hand a bible opens up)
Poe: I've read this book over. I hope you've found something in here that brings you comfort. For when I decide the issue is done between us...this will be your only source of comfort and your only refuge. See you soon Michael.
(Jarod slowly closes his eyes as the pain from his back seeps in)
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