Yep
(Cue up "Wrong Em Boyo" by the Clash.)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia estate, cut to the Jobber's living room, he's sitting there, scene set.)
The Jobber: Now Manson, I'm glad your mood is slightly improved because I don't think you are an idiot. Indeed we all have our time to put Jared Poe under us, and indeed at this point he's done in GLCW. He'll never be a factor again, just like Sean Edmunds won't be a factor here again. It won't be simple with you Manson. After our two matches, I put Poe at the bottom of the heap after he was given so much hype. It doesn't really matter what it took to put him out, it's just that he was in the same sort of situation you are now, except the outcome of our match is actually in doubt.
With Edmunds and Jared Poe, they were just roadkill on my road to Golem, a road which has taken such a nice detour to the World Championship. I'm sure Golem would love to be given another needless, undeserved shot at that belt, it would be a nice cap off of my first title defense, to make it the match where I retook my little career series lead with Golem.
But that is in the future. Golem is hardly a concern of mine now, because what I must endure is what no one else in the GLCW has been able to take, and still be able to dish out. Everyone else has fallen against you Manson. They've fallen before me, they've said I'm simply a paper champion, as they've said you're an idiot. The rest of GLCW is a pack of ignorant fools. They see themselves as god because they are finally in a promotion that either pays them, or follows a place that built them up to be some sort of legend, like Sean Edmunds. They feel that they are larger than life. So it's always the same for us Manson, we both face these chosen few of the ignorant masses, they come to us and say how they are superior, they are great because they are a Wolf, or a Cuban, or a Tatoo artist, or something other than a wrestler. For some reason, in this business where we hurt people, they are great because they watch I Love Lucy, NOT BECAUSE THEY CAN WRESTLE. It's the same with everyone I face, and everyone you face. So here we are, the two people who can claim greatness because of wrestling, because of their ability to win, their ability to better an opponent, and we're stuck in a match the GLCW hasn't done anything to promote, because we're wrestlers Manson. One of us is a sick freak, the other is a reactionairy who lives out in the boondocks, but neither of us was handed anything in this sport. So because we might actually provide the fans with what they want, instead of a forgone conclusion because on half of the match was too busy getting Kermit the Frog tatooed on their back, or cooking salsa to actually learn how to wrestle, because of our talent we are left to make do to dismantle one another.
So I am left to plan, to plan my struggles, my attempt to wrest the gold from you Manson. Of course, I must think about who my opponent is as I look at his legend, and his talent. As you say, the line of your enemies does stretch around the block. Of course you can't be bothered to look behind you Manson, because really, what is the point. GLCW is full of bodies you've mutilated, but as beaten and bloodied as they are, they can strike back. As justified as you might be in ignoring them, one of these days someone other than a mongoloid like Maelstrom will decide that he can attack you without being signed into a match with you. One of those fools you have embarassed will cost you the title, or at least try.
And in a match like this, all rhere needs to be is an attempt to change the tides. As much as I'd like this to simply be a test of will, might and skill, it never is with you Manson. There's always something else involved, whether it be your lackies, your influence on rulings, or the lack of rules inherent in the rulings. So of course it's impossible for us to have a straight match, there's always the chance it could end in chaos, that the order could enter into entropy.
But despite the X factors involed in such a title match, I am left with the same thought process I'd have in any match with an opponent of your caliber. I am left with the decision to either adapt as you adapt, to evolve my style as quickly as I can or I am left on my back with only the television title to comfort me. I'm left to decide whether I am t ground you and have to deal with your ability on the mat, or allow you to fly and try to beat you in the air, or try to beat you in a brawl. Either way I am facing a highly evolved opponent in each type of bout. I'm not facing some staple of Cuban Pop Culture, I am facing a wrestler who can match me move for move, if not more.
But Manson, believe me that I will struggle, and I will force you to struggle for every inch in that ring. You won't find me making retreats, or compromises in my strategy. I will enter that ring, and I will follow the path I have chosen, keeping you to whatever style I think I must to beat you. You and I will struggle Manson, we will feel pain, and one of us will leave the better man, having earned his belt every step of the way. We will know that finally, finally we have fought a match that is worthy of our skills, that makes use of our talent. But Manson, don't think that I have any intention of leaving that ring without being proven as the better man, for as great as you are... As great as I know you are, I plan to struggle until I fall ontop of you for the pinfall.
(Fade out)