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Main Event: Michael Manson vs. The Jobber
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((FADEIN: Michael Manson, in black shirt and jeans, stands in a production area in front of a large monitor.))
MANSON: Well, Jobber, I suppose you got what you wanted, even though it?s on a house show and no one ever really cares about those. But, hey, you worked hard and showed heart and determination to get here. That?s commendable, really. It?s the type of spirit all the youngsters need. And luckily, I have an example for you and the viewing public.
((Cueup: Generic knock-off of the ?Survivor? theme as an even more generic knock-off of the ?Tough Enough? logo is shown with the title, ?Insane Enough?or Something?. Clips are shown in front of a gothic mansion of Jackie, a sickly thin blond seen taking money from a cop on a street corner, then working in the ring with an injured leg. Jarod, a slightly overweight goth kid shown playing the others in Dungeons & Dragons and crying while getting his ear pierced. Strom, a big kid whose shirt and jeans are too tight, carrying a log around the house and falling off the top rope. Gol, another big kid who wears a fur coat, passing out at a bar and trying to put a claw on himself in the ring. And finally, Paco, an under-aged Mexican child shown sewing together a shoe.))
TEMPEST(in the confessional): I thought we needed to start them off hard and rough. And I mean rough like uncircumcised.
((SMASH CUT: The 5 IE contestants are leashed and dragging a dog sled with TEMPEST and BUENO EXCELLENTE up a steep hill. They?re passing around a bottle of vodka in the sled while whipping the 5. Paco falls over, but Strom immediately picks him up and pulls him along. The 5 finally stop in front of a majestic, gothic mansion. The 5 fall over, lashed and sweating. Tempest steps off the sled with a whistle while Bueno walks over and looks down Jackie?s sweat-stained shirt.))
TEMPEST: Yer all tired now? None of you can make it in the GLCW. We haven?t even gotten to the chair-swinging yet, y?all. Tell?em Bueno.
BUENO: Heh, heh.
BUENO(in the confessional): No me gusta..(shakes head)?no yet.
((The 5 have lined up, barely standing. Paco is only helped up by Strom. Bueno is off to the side as Tempest looks them all up and down.))
GOL: Ummm..sir?when are we going to work out in the ring?
TEMPEST: The ring? The ring? Y?all think you?re ready for that? Hell, da head trainer isn?t even here yet. You think yer a man?
((Tempest walks over to Gol and Bueno brings over a step ladder and Tempest gets in his face.))
TEMPEST: YER THINK YER A MAN?
GOL: No, sir. No.
((Tempest nods and falls off the stepladder. He kicks it aside and bites Gol in the knee. Jackie screams as Jarod smiles, watching intently.))
TEMPEST: Yer not a man until I say so.
((A black van pulls up. The sliding car opens automatically as Michael Manson, head trainer and GLCW trainer, emerges wearing a black trenchcoat and black shades. The GLCW title belt glistens in the background lying on a case of beer.))
JAROD(in the confessional): When he stepped out, I was just like, ?hey man?, it?s him. I mean it?s him. If I were able to properly stand and my hand wasn?t bleeding, I would have shook his hand.
JACKIE(in the confessional): He just had this presence about him. I can?t describe it. But I would never cheat on my boyfriend with him. Never. In fact I?m going to call him now to tell him.
JAROD(in the confessional): Earlier in the day, Tempest was saying he?d like it if we knelt, but my knees were bleeding too.
((Paco simply sits in the confessional and cries.))
((Manson walks up and down the line, revealing a cattle prod from his coat. He sees Gol barely standing and pushes him over.))
MANSON: You, ten push-ups, now.
((Gol gets into position as Manson crouchs down next to him. Gol starts as Manson puts his fist down.))
MANSON: If you don?t my fist??
((Gol does a push-up and doesn?t touch Manson?s fist. He jabs him with the cattle prod.))
MANSON: Start again.
GOL(in the confessional): After the first 15 shocks, I thought I?d never make it. But after number 20, I reached deep inside and showed why I?m Insane Enough.
((They edit over the torture session to an hour later when Gol is still standing, though covered in burns. Manson is walking back and forth.))
MANSON: Any questions?
((Strom slowly raises his hand.))
MANSON: Yes?
STROM: What does this have anything to do with wrestling? When are we going to go to the ring?
((Manson pauses and glances over to Tempest, who is shaking his head. He walks over and rams his head into Strom?s crotch. He falls over and Manson takes the cattle prod to him.))
MANSON: Dammit, haven?t any of you learned anything today?
JAROD(in the confessional); At that point, I was looking around, just ashamed to be around these people.
((CUTTO: Bueno and Tempest have passed around beers and lighters to everyone.))
MANSON: Now, the objective here, is to take a drink and spit it out into the flame to spit fire.
PACO: I?m not old enough to drink, sir.
MANSON: You?re not drinking, you?re spitting. You?re old enough to spit aren?t you?
TEMPEST(in the confessional): All us trainers took a likin? to that boy right away. Especially Bueno.
((CUTTO: Jackie spits the wrong way and sets her hair on fire. She falls to the ground to try to put it out. Gol, too weak, has trouble holding the bottle while trembling. He falls over and Manson grabs his bottle and pours it on his wounds.))
MANSON: When are you going to learn? When are you going to learn?
JAROD(in the confessional): I really hope Gol doesn?t hold the rest of us back.
((Paco spits it right, but falls over from the force and spraying Jarod, who starts laughing while on fire and tries to put it out with his beer. Strom drinks it all down and then slaps his forehead. Mike Manson is not pleased.))
MANSON(in the confessional): I knew it was time to really test them.
((Manson has them gathered around him.))
MANSON: None of you are allowed in the mansion til the morning. These woods are filled with animals and bear traps. You?re to spend the night out there. There are 4 wrapped sandwiches, really only bread with some peanut butter. Whoever doesn?t come back with a sandwich, will be cut.
((The 5 are forced out with cattle prods and the trainers retreat to the mansion with their private rooms, including a bar, sauna, wide-screen TV, air conditioning, DVD player, and personal shrine to Mike Manson.))
TEMPEST(in the confessional): I didn?t think any ?em would be comin? back.
((CUTTO: The morning, as the well fed and rested trainers await the 5. They return in rags, scarred, bleeding, and their eyes ringed from lack of sleep. Yet, 4 of the 5 have peanut butter on their lips. Manson walks over to Paco.))
MANSON: I?m sorry. You don?t have what it takes to be in the GLCW. You?re not Insane Enough. To the tool shed with you, Bueno?
((Manson tosses Bueno a set of keys as he drags young Paco off kicking and screaming.))
JAROD(in the confessional): He just didn?t have it.
TEMPEST(in the confessional): Tough kid, he?ll pick it up somewhere once he gets citizenship.
STROM(in the confessional): He was like an adopted little bro to me, but he wasn't for this. I?ll miss them though. He had good tracking skills, though I?m not sorry I ate that sandwich he found.
JACKIE(in the confessional): He was handsome for his age, you know. I wouldn?t cheat on my boyfriend with him though, not for another 4 or 5 years anyway.
BUENO(in the confessional): Heh, Heh, es bueno.
((Credits rolls. Scenes from next week?s ?Insane Enough?or Something?.))
JACKIE(in the confessional): I wouldn?t cheat on my boyfriend with any of them. Maybe all of them together at once. Let me call my boyfriend and ask him about it.
((CUTO: Jackie in the sauna removing her top in front of Bueno Excellente, foaming at the mouth.))
FADE TO BLACK
((FADEIN: Michael Manson, in black shirt and jeans, stands in a production area in front of a large monitor.))
MANSON: Well, Jobber, I suppose you got what you wanted, even though it?s on a house show and no one ever really cares about those. But, hey, you worked hard and showed heart and determination to get here. That?s commendable, really. It?s the type of spirit all the youngsters need. And luckily, I have an example for you and the viewing public.
((Cueup: Generic knock-off of the ?Survivor? theme as an even more generic knock-off of the ?Tough Enough? logo is shown with the title, ?Insane Enough?or Something?. Clips are shown in front of a gothic mansion of Jackie, a sickly thin blond seen taking money from a cop on a street corner, then working in the ring with an injured leg. Jarod, a slightly overweight goth kid shown playing the others in Dungeons & Dragons and crying while getting his ear pierced. Strom, a big kid whose shirt and jeans are too tight, carrying a log around the house and falling off the top rope. Gol, another big kid who wears a fur coat, passing out at a bar and trying to put a claw on himself in the ring. And finally, Paco, an under-aged Mexican child shown sewing together a shoe.))
TEMPEST(in the confessional): I thought we needed to start them off hard and rough. And I mean rough like uncircumcised.
((SMASH CUT: The 5 IE contestants are leashed and dragging a dog sled with TEMPEST and BUENO EXCELLENTE up a steep hill. They?re passing around a bottle of vodka in the sled while whipping the 5. Paco falls over, but Strom immediately picks him up and pulls him along. The 5 finally stop in front of a majestic, gothic mansion. The 5 fall over, lashed and sweating. Tempest steps off the sled with a whistle while Bueno walks over and looks down Jackie?s sweat-stained shirt.))
TEMPEST: Yer all tired now? None of you can make it in the GLCW. We haven?t even gotten to the chair-swinging yet, y?all. Tell?em Bueno.
BUENO: Heh, heh.
BUENO(in the confessional): No me gusta..(shakes head)?no yet.
((The 5 have lined up, barely standing. Paco is only helped up by Strom. Bueno is off to the side as Tempest looks them all up and down.))
GOL: Ummm..sir?when are we going to work out in the ring?
TEMPEST: The ring? The ring? Y?all think you?re ready for that? Hell, da head trainer isn?t even here yet. You think yer a man?
((Tempest walks over to Gol and Bueno brings over a step ladder and Tempest gets in his face.))
TEMPEST: YER THINK YER A MAN?
GOL: No, sir. No.
((Tempest nods and falls off the stepladder. He kicks it aside and bites Gol in the knee. Jackie screams as Jarod smiles, watching intently.))
TEMPEST: Yer not a man until I say so.
((A black van pulls up. The sliding car opens automatically as Michael Manson, head trainer and GLCW trainer, emerges wearing a black trenchcoat and black shades. The GLCW title belt glistens in the background lying on a case of beer.))
JAROD(in the confessional): When he stepped out, I was just like, ?hey man?, it?s him. I mean it?s him. If I were able to properly stand and my hand wasn?t bleeding, I would have shook his hand.
JACKIE(in the confessional): He just had this presence about him. I can?t describe it. But I would never cheat on my boyfriend with him. Never. In fact I?m going to call him now to tell him.
JAROD(in the confessional): Earlier in the day, Tempest was saying he?d like it if we knelt, but my knees were bleeding too.
((Paco simply sits in the confessional and cries.))
((Manson walks up and down the line, revealing a cattle prod from his coat. He sees Gol barely standing and pushes him over.))
MANSON: You, ten push-ups, now.
((Gol gets into position as Manson crouchs down next to him. Gol starts as Manson puts his fist down.))
MANSON: If you don?t my fist??
((Gol does a push-up and doesn?t touch Manson?s fist. He jabs him with the cattle prod.))
MANSON: Start again.
GOL(in the confessional): After the first 15 shocks, I thought I?d never make it. But after number 20, I reached deep inside and showed why I?m Insane Enough.
((They edit over the torture session to an hour later when Gol is still standing, though covered in burns. Manson is walking back and forth.))
MANSON: Any questions?
((Strom slowly raises his hand.))
MANSON: Yes?
STROM: What does this have anything to do with wrestling? When are we going to go to the ring?
((Manson pauses and glances over to Tempest, who is shaking his head. He walks over and rams his head into Strom?s crotch. He falls over and Manson takes the cattle prod to him.))
MANSON: Dammit, haven?t any of you learned anything today?
JAROD(in the confessional); At that point, I was looking around, just ashamed to be around these people.
((CUTTO: Bueno and Tempest have passed around beers and lighters to everyone.))
MANSON: Now, the objective here, is to take a drink and spit it out into the flame to spit fire.
PACO: I?m not old enough to drink, sir.
MANSON: You?re not drinking, you?re spitting. You?re old enough to spit aren?t you?
TEMPEST(in the confessional): All us trainers took a likin? to that boy right away. Especially Bueno.
((CUTTO: Jackie spits the wrong way and sets her hair on fire. She falls to the ground to try to put it out. Gol, too weak, has trouble holding the bottle while trembling. He falls over and Manson grabs his bottle and pours it on his wounds.))
MANSON: When are you going to learn? When are you going to learn?
JAROD(in the confessional): I really hope Gol doesn?t hold the rest of us back.
((Paco spits it right, but falls over from the force and spraying Jarod, who starts laughing while on fire and tries to put it out with his beer. Strom drinks it all down and then slaps his forehead. Mike Manson is not pleased.))
MANSON(in the confessional): I knew it was time to really test them.
((Manson has them gathered around him.))
MANSON: None of you are allowed in the mansion til the morning. These woods are filled with animals and bear traps. You?re to spend the night out there. There are 4 wrapped sandwiches, really only bread with some peanut butter. Whoever doesn?t come back with a sandwich, will be cut.
((The 5 are forced out with cattle prods and the trainers retreat to the mansion with their private rooms, including a bar, sauna, wide-screen TV, air conditioning, DVD player, and personal shrine to Mike Manson.))
TEMPEST(in the confessional): I didn?t think any ?em would be comin? back.
((CUTTO: The morning, as the well fed and rested trainers await the 5. They return in rags, scarred, bleeding, and their eyes ringed from lack of sleep. Yet, 4 of the 5 have peanut butter on their lips. Manson walks over to Paco.))
MANSON: I?m sorry. You don?t have what it takes to be in the GLCW. You?re not Insane Enough. To the tool shed with you, Bueno?
((Manson tosses Bueno a set of keys as he drags young Paco off kicking and screaming.))
JAROD(in the confessional): He just didn?t have it.
TEMPEST(in the confessional): Tough kid, he?ll pick it up somewhere once he gets citizenship.
STROM(in the confessional): He was like an adopted little bro to me, but he wasn't for this. I?ll miss them though. He had good tracking skills, though I?m not sorry I ate that sandwich he found.
JACKIE(in the confessional): He was handsome for his age, you know. I wouldn?t cheat on my boyfriend with him though, not for another 4 or 5 years anyway.
BUENO(in the confessional): Heh, Heh, es bueno.
((Credits rolls. Scenes from next week?s ?Insane Enough?or Something?.))
JACKIE(in the confessional): I wouldn?t cheat on my boyfriend with any of them. Maybe all of them together at once. Let me call my boyfriend and ask him about it.
((CUTO: Jackie in the sauna removing her top in front of Bueno Excellente, foaming at the mouth.))
FADE TO BLACK
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(Cue up "Temptation Waits" by Garbage)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia Compound. Cut to the living room, where the Jobber sits with his GLCW Television title over his shoulder.)
The Jobber: So it's all come down to this... Well actually it hasn't. It seems that GLCW seems to think that instead of pitting the Jobber and Michael Manson their two singles champions against each other in a meaningful match, they will simply throw me to the lions before I even reach Golem.
Manson, I realize that our friends in the GLCW Championship committee, and your good buddy King Krusher have no intentions of having me be the one to remove the GLCW Heavyweight title from your waist. I'm simply here because they assume I will fall before you as I am overcome by the legendary Michael Manson. And why not assume that? Every other fool that has been sent into battle against you has simply been crushed and humiliated. Why should I be any different?
Well, unlike our friends who have come before me I am not full of dreams of conquest. I'm quite aware I'm not the favored son who is being sent into battle to end the dark grasp you have on the Heavyweight title. I have as many enemies in this league as you Manson, I've crushed their pet projects. I've sent Jared Poe packing on two occasions, I've beaten their attempts at bringing in international talent, and the paper tigers they've brought in from rival promotions. Everyone that is sent my way is beaten back, and Michael Manson as much as it will pain those in the GLCW who are banking on you as their champion, Manson I will take you down.
You've never built your legend on your ability Manson, but I won't go ahead and claim you are some champion who cannot hold his own ground in the ring. You can handle yourself in the ring, and you are absolutely brutal out of it. There's no way around the fact that you are twice of anything I have faced in GLCW at this point, and you are likely to be at the peak of your readiness and preparation as you stare down a challenge from Maelstrom. It would be so much more simple if you were just another opponent who could just punch and do nothing else. In fact, it is hard to think of the last time I faced a wrestler. I'm sure Sean Edmunds fancies himself one, but he's so lost in himself that his skills have degraded to the point where he could sooner command an army than be a successful ring general.
So what am I to do? I am given the undefeatable opponent in a match I couldn't expect, and against an opponent who is impossible to predict. Do I come to the ring and do what I have done against the rest, the dregs? Do I reinvent my gameplan, do I reinvent my style, do I try to adapt to the unknown?
I can't say that I'm sure what I should do.
I know that this is my chance, this is the place to show myself, even before the rematch with Golem. There I will show that my loss to him was a fluke, but with a win here I will show the reality that I am the force to be reckoned with in wrestling.
With one win, I can go from Television Champion to world champion, I can go from trying to get away from the bottom of the barrell's residents to having slaughtered the top of the mountain.
The question is how. Normally I must question why... Why is my opponent here, what is he doing in this match, why does he think he can win. But, none of those questions apply here. At worst I am left questioning myself. Can I overcome Michael Manson? Can my mind be taken off the hype for one moment so I can concentrate on the man and how to beat him? There is no such thing as an undefeatable opponent, it has been true throughout history, From the Romans to the Crusaders, to the Germans, the massive organized legendary horde was beaten back and those who's chances looked most bleak won...
How can I beat him? He has never been made to submit, so it would seem he must be knocked cold and pinned... But with a pain threshold so high, it's simply so difficult to do so.
Can I outwrestle him and hope to score the fluke pin? Wouldn't that simply defeat the purpose of gaining respect in this match? Being an underestimated, poorly thought of champion is not the destiny I desire.
So am I left with the task of being the match for Manson in the ring, and outside of the ring when he decides to take the match there? Do I just go with the flow, or do I keep Michael Manson guessing. Do I take unpredictability out of his game by forcing him to guess? Do I make him guess by telling him I'm going to make him guess and then hope he's off a step? Do I pull the double reverse and reveal that, leaving me to keep him on his toes in the ring, and in his mind?
Manson can be pinned... The question is there time? Can I soften him up enough before the time limit expires so that he can be pinned? In the main event of a major event this isn't a problem, but in this case I am left with less time to work Manson over, less time to make him guess... Less time to try and find some way to win.
This isn't a bout I can approach lightly, nor is it a bout I can approach with total confidence. This is for the world title, on a stage that is less than desirable for my attempt to wrest it from Michael Manson's hands. This is tacked on, this is a sham of a promotion for the fight between the two top athletes in this sport... But so what? Am I so vain that I can only desire to defeat Manson on the GLCW's most glorious setting?
Of course not. This is the fight I have been wanting. No more pretenders like Edmunds, no more Castillos, or Wolfs, only the best in the game. Now the only question is if I can put aside laziness that may have went into matches with the lower rungs in the sport and put in the effort that is needed.
Manson, will you even be ready? Will you be able to see this as a thread when you have to deal with Maelstrom in your future? Can you truly look at me and realize that I am the threat, that Maelstrom is simply a washed up monster who resides in a future that won't even matter if you lose this match?
You've done it in the past, I've done it in the past... But the past simply doesn't provide the answers I'm looking for, I'm left with the only option being to prepare for our bout, and to try and put the questions out of my mind. Then, then maybe I can be ready to become world heavyweight champion, or else I will fall like all of those who have sought my television title. I won't become another Sean Edmunds without a fight Manson. I haven't simply been built up by one league to appear through smoke and mirrors to be a legend. I've gone where I pleased, and won whatever matches they have placed before me.
(Fade out)
(Cue up "Temptation Waits" by Garbage)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia Compound. Cut to the living room, where the Jobber sits with his GLCW Television title over his shoulder.)
The Jobber: So it's all come down to this... Well actually it hasn't. It seems that GLCW seems to think that instead of pitting the Jobber and Michael Manson their two singles champions against each other in a meaningful match, they will simply throw me to the lions before I even reach Golem.
Manson, I realize that our friends in the GLCW Championship committee, and your good buddy King Krusher have no intentions of having me be the one to remove the GLCW Heavyweight title from your waist. I'm simply here because they assume I will fall before you as I am overcome by the legendary Michael Manson. And why not assume that? Every other fool that has been sent into battle against you has simply been crushed and humiliated. Why should I be any different?
Well, unlike our friends who have come before me I am not full of dreams of conquest. I'm quite aware I'm not the favored son who is being sent into battle to end the dark grasp you have on the Heavyweight title. I have as many enemies in this league as you Manson, I've crushed their pet projects. I've sent Jared Poe packing on two occasions, I've beaten their attempts at bringing in international talent, and the paper tigers they've brought in from rival promotions. Everyone that is sent my way is beaten back, and Michael Manson as much as it will pain those in the GLCW who are banking on you as their champion, Manson I will take you down.
You've never built your legend on your ability Manson, but I won't go ahead and claim you are some champion who cannot hold his own ground in the ring. You can handle yourself in the ring, and you are absolutely brutal out of it. There's no way around the fact that you are twice of anything I have faced in GLCW at this point, and you are likely to be at the peak of your readiness and preparation as you stare down a challenge from Maelstrom. It would be so much more simple if you were just another opponent who could just punch and do nothing else. In fact, it is hard to think of the last time I faced a wrestler. I'm sure Sean Edmunds fancies himself one, but he's so lost in himself that his skills have degraded to the point where he could sooner command an army than be a successful ring general.
So what am I to do? I am given the undefeatable opponent in a match I couldn't expect, and against an opponent who is impossible to predict. Do I come to the ring and do what I have done against the rest, the dregs? Do I reinvent my gameplan, do I reinvent my style, do I try to adapt to the unknown?
I can't say that I'm sure what I should do.
I know that this is my chance, this is the place to show myself, even before the rematch with Golem. There I will show that my loss to him was a fluke, but with a win here I will show the reality that I am the force to be reckoned with in wrestling.
With one win, I can go from Television Champion to world champion, I can go from trying to get away from the bottom of the barrell's residents to having slaughtered the top of the mountain.
The question is how. Normally I must question why... Why is my opponent here, what is he doing in this match, why does he think he can win. But, none of those questions apply here. At worst I am left questioning myself. Can I overcome Michael Manson? Can my mind be taken off the hype for one moment so I can concentrate on the man and how to beat him? There is no such thing as an undefeatable opponent, it has been true throughout history, From the Romans to the Crusaders, to the Germans, the massive organized legendary horde was beaten back and those who's chances looked most bleak won...
How can I beat him? He has never been made to submit, so it would seem he must be knocked cold and pinned... But with a pain threshold so high, it's simply so difficult to do so.
Can I outwrestle him and hope to score the fluke pin? Wouldn't that simply defeat the purpose of gaining respect in this match? Being an underestimated, poorly thought of champion is not the destiny I desire.
So am I left with the task of being the match for Manson in the ring, and outside of the ring when he decides to take the match there? Do I just go with the flow, or do I keep Michael Manson guessing. Do I take unpredictability out of his game by forcing him to guess? Do I make him guess by telling him I'm going to make him guess and then hope he's off a step? Do I pull the double reverse and reveal that, leaving me to keep him on his toes in the ring, and in his mind?
Manson can be pinned... The question is there time? Can I soften him up enough before the time limit expires so that he can be pinned? In the main event of a major event this isn't a problem, but in this case I am left with less time to work Manson over, less time to make him guess... Less time to try and find some way to win.
This isn't a bout I can approach lightly, nor is it a bout I can approach with total confidence. This is for the world title, on a stage that is less than desirable for my attempt to wrest it from Michael Manson's hands. This is tacked on, this is a sham of a promotion for the fight between the two top athletes in this sport... But so what? Am I so vain that I can only desire to defeat Manson on the GLCW's most glorious setting?
Of course not. This is the fight I have been wanting. No more pretenders like Edmunds, no more Castillos, or Wolfs, only the best in the game. Now the only question is if I can put aside laziness that may have went into matches with the lower rungs in the sport and put in the effort that is needed.
Manson, will you even be ready? Will you be able to see this as a thread when you have to deal with Maelstrom in your future? Can you truly look at me and realize that I am the threat, that Maelstrom is simply a washed up monster who resides in a future that won't even matter if you lose this match?
You've done it in the past, I've done it in the past... But the past simply doesn't provide the answers I'm looking for, I'm left with the only option being to prepare for our bout, and to try and put the questions out of my mind. Then, then maybe I can be ready to become world heavyweight champion, or else I will fall like all of those who have sought my television title. I won't become another Sean Edmunds without a fight Manson. I haven't simply been built up by one league to appear through smoke and mirrors to be a legend. I've gone where I pleased, and won whatever matches they have placed before me.
(Fade out)
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But Everyone Beats Jarod Poe
((FADEIN: Michael Manson in the confessional at the "Insane Enough... Or Something' house. He has the cattle prod down next to him and sits in his trenchcoat and shades.))
MANSON: While for once, it's nice to have an opponent who doesn't claim I'm an idiot or the title is worthless because they can't beat me, still, Jobber, you're not very much different from everyone else. After all, who the hell hasn't beaten Jarod Poe? He's like the whore in high school, everyone has a night with him. And sometimes a morning, and every now and then a Sunday afternoon.
But don't be mistaken, I don't look past any match. Or rather, I'm not anymore disinterested in you than anyone else. Well, actually maybe Maelstrom, since his grasp of the English grammar makes Magic Johnson sound like an English professor. The same of course could be said for me. Everyone can say I am a joke, everyone can say I am a disgrace, and everyone can say I'm a freak. Of course this just maskes inferiority and pride. But Jobber, at least you came out and said. I said you earned your title shot and you did, in more ways than one.
In fact were I the commissioner of this promotion, well if I were half the roster would have been poisoned drinking Kool-Aid, but I digress. It is my understanding that you think you have as many enemies as I do. Maybe you do actually, it's not like anyone keeps count of these little things. It's not a competition anyhow. However, for fact, I know that King Krusher would like to see me skinned, burned, and my ashes salted into the earth to be forgotten. I know every referee has second thoughts about their occupations when assigned to work my matches. I know in each and every match, there's a line of not only workers and production crew watching, but also a line of people waiting to attack me. Of course they never do, because they all secretly lack the ambition to do what it would take to actually offend me.
But while we share disdain for the sheep of this promotion, Jobber, there can only be one champion. One true champion. The TV title is simply for the likes of Jarod Poe and the newly christened "Gollum". What I carry around with me is the real title, the real measuring mark of this promotion. I won it in a wrestling match with wrestling holds. But I will do whatever it takes to retain, whether it be wrestling or more. Because it always comes down to more than wrestling. It's the axiom of the industry.
You can struggle.
You can try.
You can even plan.
But in the end, it's always the same. But don't feel unfortunate, Jobber. The TV title is more than Maelstrom's going to have and you still have the chance to make Golem/Gollum look foolish, which in itself is always entertainment for the masses. But the problem is, I don't do to entertain the masses. Not to entertain my peers or even King Krusher. It is only to amuse myself, which is probably why I normally win.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson in the confessional at the "Insane Enough... Or Something' house. He has the cattle prod down next to him and sits in his trenchcoat and shades.))
MANSON: While for once, it's nice to have an opponent who doesn't claim I'm an idiot or the title is worthless because they can't beat me, still, Jobber, you're not very much different from everyone else. After all, who the hell hasn't beaten Jarod Poe? He's like the whore in high school, everyone has a night with him. And sometimes a morning, and every now and then a Sunday afternoon.
But don't be mistaken, I don't look past any match. Or rather, I'm not anymore disinterested in you than anyone else. Well, actually maybe Maelstrom, since his grasp of the English grammar makes Magic Johnson sound like an English professor. The same of course could be said for me. Everyone can say I am a joke, everyone can say I am a disgrace, and everyone can say I'm a freak. Of course this just maskes inferiority and pride. But Jobber, at least you came out and said. I said you earned your title shot and you did, in more ways than one.
In fact were I the commissioner of this promotion, well if I were half the roster would have been poisoned drinking Kool-Aid, but I digress. It is my understanding that you think you have as many enemies as I do. Maybe you do actually, it's not like anyone keeps count of these little things. It's not a competition anyhow. However, for fact, I know that King Krusher would like to see me skinned, burned, and my ashes salted into the earth to be forgotten. I know every referee has second thoughts about their occupations when assigned to work my matches. I know in each and every match, there's a line of not only workers and production crew watching, but also a line of people waiting to attack me. Of course they never do, because they all secretly lack the ambition to do what it would take to actually offend me.
But while we share disdain for the sheep of this promotion, Jobber, there can only be one champion. One true champion. The TV title is simply for the likes of Jarod Poe and the newly christened "Gollum". What I carry around with me is the real title, the real measuring mark of this promotion. I won it in a wrestling match with wrestling holds. But I will do whatever it takes to retain, whether it be wrestling or more. Because it always comes down to more than wrestling. It's the axiom of the industry.
You can struggle.
You can try.
You can even plan.
But in the end, it's always the same. But don't feel unfortunate, Jobber. The TV title is more than Maelstrom's going to have and you still have the chance to make Golem/Gollum look foolish, which in itself is always entertainment for the masses. But the problem is, I don't do to entertain the masses. Not to entertain my peers or even King Krusher. It is only to amuse myself, which is probably why I normally win.
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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)
(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)
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Maze
((FADEIN: Michael Manson is standing before a table with a large rat maze on a table. Its empty, but Manson is feeling several of the electric traps with his fingers and smiling at the shocks.))
MANSON: You have yet to grasp why so many fall before me, Jobber. All the colorfully spandex-clad idiots fighting their brawls over spilled coffee and such refuse to look further, to see the larger picture. Even when someone like me points this out. They're like rats in a maze. Simple creatures with no real alliances or enemies, they simply co-exist and sometimes fight. Over food of course or whatever else excuse there is.
The promotion, in this case, the GLCW, is a maze where the rats are forced to take certain paths or receive...penalties. Their goal is the same, the food at the center, the substanence, evidence of their superiority. Without it their "lives" or careers cannot continue. A commissioner, a keeper is the one who is supposed to know the maze better than anyone. Know the traps and even have the keys to every entrance, every portal. But of course in this case, the commissioner is just another one of the rats. An older one, perhaps with a diease. Crippled and graying, but still dying to get back into the maze, the competition.
But of course he can't, so he lays in a corner and makes idle threats to everyone else. So then it falls to another to be the gate keeper. Another with the intelligence and drive, and that is me. If not the champion, than who else? Besides, a rat is a low creature, driven by base desire and will do anything to survive, but yet is superior to the rats. I've never claimed to be anything else. But as time went on, I won the title and as everyone has seen, there are traps or walls to confine me. I've left the maze and moved on from that whole "rat thing". The rest of you still wallow within, banging your heads against walls and each other. Always lost.
And that's you, Jobber. There are rats who smarter than the others. The ones that learn that a wall can be dangerous, that's there's a shock there. So they learn a way around it instead of trying to just go through to show who has the largest rat d**k. You stand above the other members of your species. You have learned, you have found a way through the maze.
But in the end, you're still just a rat. Slightly better, but still one of them. It might cause you disdain others and yourself, but the truth cannot be contradicted. You're still in the maze. I'm not. You're just a TV champion, but that's all right. Not everyone is supposed to leave the maze.
Its not as if I designed the maze, not built it. It was there and I found the ways that suited my advantages and it has paid off. And do not be mistaken,I would not allow something as low as a rat, even the king of its race, to take away my title or my stature. Because in the end, you're still just a rat and I'm the champion. The one that matters.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson is standing before a table with a large rat maze on a table. Its empty, but Manson is feeling several of the electric traps with his fingers and smiling at the shocks.))
MANSON: You have yet to grasp why so many fall before me, Jobber. All the colorfully spandex-clad idiots fighting their brawls over spilled coffee and such refuse to look further, to see the larger picture. Even when someone like me points this out. They're like rats in a maze. Simple creatures with no real alliances or enemies, they simply co-exist and sometimes fight. Over food of course or whatever else excuse there is.
The promotion, in this case, the GLCW, is a maze where the rats are forced to take certain paths or receive...penalties. Their goal is the same, the food at the center, the substanence, evidence of their superiority. Without it their "lives" or careers cannot continue. A commissioner, a keeper is the one who is supposed to know the maze better than anyone. Know the traps and even have the keys to every entrance, every portal. But of course in this case, the commissioner is just another one of the rats. An older one, perhaps with a diease. Crippled and graying, but still dying to get back into the maze, the competition.
But of course he can't, so he lays in a corner and makes idle threats to everyone else. So then it falls to another to be the gate keeper. Another with the intelligence and drive, and that is me. If not the champion, than who else? Besides, a rat is a low creature, driven by base desire and will do anything to survive, but yet is superior to the rats. I've never claimed to be anything else. But as time went on, I won the title and as everyone has seen, there are traps or walls to confine me. I've left the maze and moved on from that whole "rat thing". The rest of you still wallow within, banging your heads against walls and each other. Always lost.
And that's you, Jobber. There are rats who smarter than the others. The ones that learn that a wall can be dangerous, that's there's a shock there. So they learn a way around it instead of trying to just go through to show who has the largest rat d**k. You stand above the other members of your species. You have learned, you have found a way through the maze.
But in the end, you're still just a rat. Slightly better, but still one of them. It might cause you disdain others and yourself, but the truth cannot be contradicted. You're still in the maze. I'm not. You're just a TV champion, but that's all right. Not everyone is supposed to leave the maze.
Its not as if I designed the maze, not built it. It was there and I found the ways that suited my advantages and it has paid off. And do not be mistaken,I would not allow something as low as a rat, even the king of its race, to take away my title or my stature. Because in the end, you're still just a rat and I'm the champion. The one that matters.