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Non-Title Match: Maelstrom vs. The Jobber
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Treading on the rainbow.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-23-03 AT 03:14 PM (EST)](FADE IN...... to a lone stool in the midst of a GLCW backdrop. Moments later, we begin to hear sounds.... scraping sounds that appear to be approaching towards us. Before we can hazard a guess as to what those sounds are, we see Maelstrom appear on our screen. His head is bandaged with a bright red patch near the forehead, more than likely dried blood. He holds the GLCW heavyweight title by one of its belt ends, with the buckle dragging along the floor. He stops in front of the stool, peers at us momentarily and offers a faint smile as he sits on the stool. He then gives a nod toward the cameras and we then hear a door open followed by the eager chatter of anxious reporters entering the room......)
REPORTER #1: MAELSTROM! MAELSTROM! You've just defeated one of the sports biggest stars and made it look easy in the process. Was the-----
(INTERRUPTED)
MAELSTROM: Come again?
REPORTER #1: Um, you just finished beating Manson for the title and did it with relative ease, how are yo-----
(INTERRRUPTED)
MAELSTROM: What match were YOU watching?! Do you think I'm sportin' this bandage on my head to be stylish?! I may not like Manson, an' he may talk a lot of S(BLEEP)T, but I'll give credit where its due.... while he may not have backed up any of his threats or promises, the man KNOWS his craft an' he gave it his all, which is what it's all 'bout.... win OR lose!
REPORTER #1: Well, the fact remains that you succeeded where many others have failed and-----
(INTERRUPTED YET AGAIN)
MAELSTROM: And he failed where MANY others before him have also failed.... so what's yer point?
REPORTER #1: My point being that he brought in foreign objects and still you were able to overcome him!
MAELSTROM: Look, I expected no less from him, as I would with anyone else. That's neither here nor there. He got desperate just as I figured he would an' still came up short against my brand of reality, as I KNEW he would! Now enough 'bout Manson, time to move on.
REPORTER #2: Maelstrom, no sooner than you come off an epic battle against one of wrestlings premiere superstars, then another huge star makes his presence known to you in a most personal way.... of course I'm referring to Anarky. How did it make you feel to have him pu----, um....
(stammers a little as Maelstrom narrows his eyes and glares at him)
REPORTER #2: Um.... what I meant to say was......
MAELSTROM: PUNK ME OUT?!
REPORTER #2: (responding nervously) Um, well, errr.... not exactly in those terms but, um, yes, I suppose.
MAELSTROM: (smiles faintly) Anarky an' I have been heading on a collision course for years... once back in the NFWA, the CCW, and most recently in the WWL. Those never materialized though. Something always seemed to detour that match. Now, unless the GLCW suddenly goes bankrupt or Anarky suddenly retires.... both of which I don't see happening anytime soon, I'd have to figure that our worlds will FINALLY be colliding.
REPORTER #2: Will you be seeking retribution for his affront on you earlier this evening?
MAELSTROM: Retribution? (grins as he rubs his bandaged forehead) Let's just say that my sights an' focus will be on my next opponent an' in time, I'll deal with Anarky in a way that will definitely leave an impression on him.
REPORTER #2: Which brings us to your next opponent, the GLCW T.V. Champion, The Jobber. Do you view him as a serious threat?
MAELSTROM: Well, I don't consider anyone a threat, but I will take him seriously. The Jobber is not the type of opponent ya want to take lightly. Personally I think he's not given the recognition deserving of someone with his abilities.
REPORTER #3: So I take it that you respect him.
MAELSTROM: The SKILLS an' ABILITY I respect, as I do just about everyone elses I come across. The "person" itself, well, now that's a different story entirely. But that's really not the issue here. Take Manson for instance, he has got to be one of the biggest A(BLEEP)SHOLES around, an' while he values his talents an' abilities on a much higher level than anyone else would, there's no denying that he does possess a respectable measure of it. The same could be said to some extent about The Jobber. Bottom line, for me at any rate is that it's never personal..... it's strictly business. If yer unable to put personal feelings aside, then yer perceptions become clouded an' ya compromise yer focus. When ya can't see all the angles, then yer in trouble.
REPORTER #4: Just like Anarky, weren't you and The Jobber heading on a collision course before?
MAELSTROM: Yeah, that was back during the days of CCW, fortunately for him he dodged the bullet cuz the league shut down before that match had a chance to materialize. No chance of that now however. Ya see ALL roads in the GLCW lead inevitably to ME now!
REPORTER #4: Because you are now the GLCW Heavyweight Champion?
MAELSTROM: (sighs heavily) No doubt, a means brought about by something as simple as introducing a bit of Pandorian "reality" into Manson's limited world.... that's all it took to get a new impasse on track..... a rainbow that lures everyone straight to the gold.... lures them all straight TO ME! Hell, Anarky knows what the deal is.... why else would he attack me mere moments after I captured Manson's precious strap?
(grins as he unconsciously raises a hand to his bandaged forehead)
MAELSTROM: But like I stated earlier, I'll allow no distractions to sway me from my course. Right now The Jobber is the first of many granted passage to tread on this rainbow, lured to me, like everyone else, by the promise of gold at the other end. My sights are set on him. He has my undivided attention...... then of course, that may not necessarily be a "good" thing for him. (winks)
REPORTER #1: So you're suggesting that he doesn't stand a chance?
MAELSTROM: No, YOU are suggesting that! All I'm saying is that to get to the pot-o-gold at the end of THIS rainbow, he'll first have to weather the storm, in this case, a MAELSTROM. An' that's no promise nor boast......
REPORTER #2: What is it then?
MAELSTROM: It's reality!
(without saying another word, Maelstrom gets off the stool and gives a faint knowing nod as he walks out of view, dragging the GLCW strap by it's buckle as he does so. The scraping sounds of the GLCW title he drags mingles in with the reporter's chatter, until that too ultimately fades along with our view......)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-23-03 AT 03:14 PM (EST)](FADE IN...... to a lone stool in the midst of a GLCW backdrop. Moments later, we begin to hear sounds.... scraping sounds that appear to be approaching towards us. Before we can hazard a guess as to what those sounds are, we see Maelstrom appear on our screen. His head is bandaged with a bright red patch near the forehead, more than likely dried blood. He holds the GLCW heavyweight title by one of its belt ends, with the buckle dragging along the floor. He stops in front of the stool, peers at us momentarily and offers a faint smile as he sits on the stool. He then gives a nod toward the cameras and we then hear a door open followed by the eager chatter of anxious reporters entering the room......)
REPORTER #1: MAELSTROM! MAELSTROM! You've just defeated one of the sports biggest stars and made it look easy in the process. Was the-----
(INTERRUPTED)
MAELSTROM: Come again?
REPORTER #1: Um, you just finished beating Manson for the title and did it with relative ease, how are yo-----
(INTERRRUPTED)
MAELSTROM: What match were YOU watching?! Do you think I'm sportin' this bandage on my head to be stylish?! I may not like Manson, an' he may talk a lot of S(BLEEP)T, but I'll give credit where its due.... while he may not have backed up any of his threats or promises, the man KNOWS his craft an' he gave it his all, which is what it's all 'bout.... win OR lose!
REPORTER #1: Well, the fact remains that you succeeded where many others have failed and-----
(INTERRUPTED YET AGAIN)
MAELSTROM: And he failed where MANY others before him have also failed.... so what's yer point?
REPORTER #1: My point being that he brought in foreign objects and still you were able to overcome him!
MAELSTROM: Look, I expected no less from him, as I would with anyone else. That's neither here nor there. He got desperate just as I figured he would an' still came up short against my brand of reality, as I KNEW he would! Now enough 'bout Manson, time to move on.
REPORTER #2: Maelstrom, no sooner than you come off an epic battle against one of wrestlings premiere superstars, then another huge star makes his presence known to you in a most personal way.... of course I'm referring to Anarky. How did it make you feel to have him pu----, um....
(stammers a little as Maelstrom narrows his eyes and glares at him)
REPORTER #2: Um.... what I meant to say was......
MAELSTROM: PUNK ME OUT?!
REPORTER #2: (responding nervously) Um, well, errr.... not exactly in those terms but, um, yes, I suppose.
MAELSTROM: (smiles faintly) Anarky an' I have been heading on a collision course for years... once back in the NFWA, the CCW, and most recently in the WWL. Those never materialized though. Something always seemed to detour that match. Now, unless the GLCW suddenly goes bankrupt or Anarky suddenly retires.... both of which I don't see happening anytime soon, I'd have to figure that our worlds will FINALLY be colliding.
REPORTER #2: Will you be seeking retribution for his affront on you earlier this evening?
MAELSTROM: Retribution? (grins as he rubs his bandaged forehead) Let's just say that my sights an' focus will be on my next opponent an' in time, I'll deal with Anarky in a way that will definitely leave an impression on him.
REPORTER #2: Which brings us to your next opponent, the GLCW T.V. Champion, The Jobber. Do you view him as a serious threat?
MAELSTROM: Well, I don't consider anyone a threat, but I will take him seriously. The Jobber is not the type of opponent ya want to take lightly. Personally I think he's not given the recognition deserving of someone with his abilities.
REPORTER #3: So I take it that you respect him.
MAELSTROM: The SKILLS an' ABILITY I respect, as I do just about everyone elses I come across. The "person" itself, well, now that's a different story entirely. But that's really not the issue here. Take Manson for instance, he has got to be one of the biggest A(BLEEP)SHOLES around, an' while he values his talents an' abilities on a much higher level than anyone else would, there's no denying that he does possess a respectable measure of it. The same could be said to some extent about The Jobber. Bottom line, for me at any rate is that it's never personal..... it's strictly business. If yer unable to put personal feelings aside, then yer perceptions become clouded an' ya compromise yer focus. When ya can't see all the angles, then yer in trouble.
REPORTER #4: Just like Anarky, weren't you and The Jobber heading on a collision course before?
MAELSTROM: Yeah, that was back during the days of CCW, fortunately for him he dodged the bullet cuz the league shut down before that match had a chance to materialize. No chance of that now however. Ya see ALL roads in the GLCW lead inevitably to ME now!
REPORTER #4: Because you are now the GLCW Heavyweight Champion?
MAELSTROM: (sighs heavily) No doubt, a means brought about by something as simple as introducing a bit of Pandorian "reality" into Manson's limited world.... that's all it took to get a new impasse on track..... a rainbow that lures everyone straight to the gold.... lures them all straight TO ME! Hell, Anarky knows what the deal is.... why else would he attack me mere moments after I captured Manson's precious strap?
(grins as he unconsciously raises a hand to his bandaged forehead)
MAELSTROM: But like I stated earlier, I'll allow no distractions to sway me from my course. Right now The Jobber is the first of many granted passage to tread on this rainbow, lured to me, like everyone else, by the promise of gold at the other end. My sights are set on him. He has my undivided attention...... then of course, that may not necessarily be a "good" thing for him. (winks)
REPORTER #1: So you're suggesting that he doesn't stand a chance?
MAELSTROM: No, YOU are suggesting that! All I'm saying is that to get to the pot-o-gold at the end of THIS rainbow, he'll first have to weather the storm, in this case, a MAELSTROM. An' that's no promise nor boast......
REPORTER #2: What is it then?
MAELSTROM: It's reality!
(without saying another word, Maelstrom gets off the stool and gives a faint knowing nod as he walks out of view, dragging the GLCW strap by it's buckle as he does so. The scraping sounds of the GLCW title he drags mingles in with the reporter's chatter, until that too ultimately fades along with our view......)
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Transparent lies spoken in silence
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-26-03 AT 04:10 PM (EST)](FADE IN..... to distant perspective shot of an unknown highway in some obscure town. The cameras pan closer, bringing to life the sounds of traffic as cars zoom past us, oblivious to our presence. It continues to pan until it finally stops at a huge billboard advertisement for the GLCW which is set upon the expanse of a highway overpass.......
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Something above the billboard catches our attention, a sudden flash of light reflecting our way. The cameras begin to pan upward, revealing a Harley Davidson V-Rod with a rider sitting on it. The source of that flash of light turns out to be from the bike itself. There's something carelessly looped around the handlebars..... a belt of some kind it appears, but it's hard to tell since the sun continues to glint off its gold-plated face, making us wince away from the glare. As if in answer, the man on the Harley nudges the handlebars ever so slightly and the glare disappears just as suddenly as it appeared and it's at that moment that we find ourselves staring into the face of the same man on the billboard.... the face of the GLCW's newest Heavyweight Champ, the face of the man known simply as .......)
MAELSTROM: (glaring stoically at the cameraman) I don't recall inviting you here!
CAMERAMAN: Y,Ye,Yes.... I know Mael, umm Mr. Maelstrom. It's just .....
(INTERRUPTED)
MAELSTROM: It's just WHAT!?
CAMERAMAN: (stammering) It's j,j,jus.... It's just that we haven't heard from your opponent. I mean we've gotten reports of The Jobber sitings but every time we rush over there... no Jobber. So the GLCW brass is kinda pressuring us to get some sort of mic spots aired... ya know, because of ratings and stuff.
MAELSTROM: (sighs heavily) So the brass can't handle the "calm" before the "storm" huh? Go figure eh?
CAMERAMAN: Yeah, well, umm..... since we can't seem to locate The Jobber anywhere... and you ARE here, we were kinda hoping you would......
(INTERRUPTED)
MAELSTROM: Yeah, I know what ya were hopin'.... speakin' against a mute though is like spittin' in the wind.... nothin' but wasted effort. It's not the first, nor do I imagine it'll be the last time I'll be tradin' mic spots with ghosts.
CAMERAMAN: Why do you suppose that is?
MAELSTROM: Hell if I know! It could be anything an' everything. Fear.... intimidation.... head games..... you name it. (shrugs his shoulders) Was it somethin'I said Jobber? Or perhaps, it was somethin' I did to someone recently? (grins) You've been awfully silent ever since you found out that reality's now headed yer way. Either way, somethings gotta give..... I mean, I don't usually encounter the silent treatment until AFTER the dance is over an' that's usually 'cuz they're too busy eatin' their hollow threats an' empty promises. But it's all good ya see, 'cuz while silence may sometimes be golden, the most transparent lies are often spoken in silence, eh Jobber? But whatever. Ya wanna keep a low profile, so be it. It won't deter my resolve one bit. Cuz ya see, it really doesn't matter, least to me that is. I've been there, done that, and will doubtless be there to do it all over again. Come match time Jobber, you'll have no choice but to "better" express yerself then.
(cuts a finger across his throat, indicating that ......)
MAELTROM: This interview is now over!
(The cameraman hastily begins packing his stuff as Maelstrom revs his Harley and explodes from the scene.... dust kicks up every where as he nearly runs over the cameraman in the process. The cameraman can be heard muttering underneath his breath as he tries to capture a quickly fading Maelstrom amidst the swirling dust. By the time the dust settles, Maelstrom is out of view and all that can be heard is the distant, faint roar of his Harley V-Rod, until that too fades against lingering muted echoes........ FADE OUT ....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jan-26-03 AT 04:10 PM (EST)](FADE IN..... to distant perspective shot of an unknown highway in some obscure town. The cameras pan closer, bringing to life the sounds of traffic as cars zoom past us, oblivious to our presence. It continues to pan until it finally stops at a huge billboard advertisement for the GLCW which is set upon the expanse of a highway overpass.......
[/center]
Something above the billboard catches our attention, a sudden flash of light reflecting our way. The cameras begin to pan upward, revealing a Harley Davidson V-Rod with a rider sitting on it. The source of that flash of light turns out to be from the bike itself. There's something carelessly looped around the handlebars..... a belt of some kind it appears, but it's hard to tell since the sun continues to glint off its gold-plated face, making us wince away from the glare. As if in answer, the man on the Harley nudges the handlebars ever so slightly and the glare disappears just as suddenly as it appeared and it's at that moment that we find ourselves staring into the face of the same man on the billboard.... the face of the GLCW's newest Heavyweight Champ, the face of the man known simply as .......)
MAELSTROM: (glaring stoically at the cameraman) I don't recall inviting you here!
CAMERAMAN: Y,Ye,Yes.... I know Mael, umm Mr. Maelstrom. It's just .....
(INTERRUPTED)
MAELSTROM: It's just WHAT!?
CAMERAMAN: (stammering) It's j,j,jus.... It's just that we haven't heard from your opponent. I mean we've gotten reports of The Jobber sitings but every time we rush over there... no Jobber. So the GLCW brass is kinda pressuring us to get some sort of mic spots aired... ya know, because of ratings and stuff.
MAELSTROM: (sighs heavily) So the brass can't handle the "calm" before the "storm" huh? Go figure eh?
CAMERAMAN: Yeah, well, umm..... since we can't seem to locate The Jobber anywhere... and you ARE here, we were kinda hoping you would......
(INTERRUPTED)
MAELSTROM: Yeah, I know what ya were hopin'.... speakin' against a mute though is like spittin' in the wind.... nothin' but wasted effort. It's not the first, nor do I imagine it'll be the last time I'll be tradin' mic spots with ghosts.
CAMERAMAN: Why do you suppose that is?
MAELSTROM: Hell if I know! It could be anything an' everything. Fear.... intimidation.... head games..... you name it. (shrugs his shoulders) Was it somethin'I said Jobber? Or perhaps, it was somethin' I did to someone recently? (grins) You've been awfully silent ever since you found out that reality's now headed yer way. Either way, somethings gotta give..... I mean, I don't usually encounter the silent treatment until AFTER the dance is over an' that's usually 'cuz they're too busy eatin' their hollow threats an' empty promises. But it's all good ya see, 'cuz while silence may sometimes be golden, the most transparent lies are often spoken in silence, eh Jobber? But whatever. Ya wanna keep a low profile, so be it. It won't deter my resolve one bit. Cuz ya see, it really doesn't matter, least to me that is. I've been there, done that, and will doubtless be there to do it all over again. Come match time Jobber, you'll have no choice but to "better" express yerself then.
(cuts a finger across his throat, indicating that ......)
MAELTROM: This interview is now over!
(The cameraman hastily begins packing his stuff as Maelstrom revs his Harley and explodes from the scene.... dust kicks up every where as he nearly runs over the cameraman in the process. The cameraman can be heard muttering underneath his breath as he tries to capture a quickly fading Maelstrom amidst the swirling dust. By the time the dust settles, Maelstrom is out of view and all that can be heard is the distant, faint roar of his Harley V-Rod, until that too fades against lingering muted echoes........ FADE OUT ....)
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Maelstrom
(Cue up "Pilate" by Pearl Jam)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia estate. Cut to the living room, where the Jobber once again sits upon his couch, GLCW Television title over his shoulder.)
The Jobber: So Maelstrom, we meet again for the first time. You seem to be confused as to why I have not spoken, believing me "yellow" or simply having nothing to say. This simply isn't true, because for the past week I have been sitting shivah over my beloved broken Starcraft CD, and just yesterday I buried it during a private ceremony in a simple grave. It was beautiful in a strange way, seeing it laying so peacefully... never to spin again. I cut off a small lock of it's outer ring, so that whenever I feel like looking back I can pull it out and remember my dear dear friend.
So what does all this mindless chatting have to do with our match? Nothing other than showing you what I felt like I was listening to after dealing with what you had said. It's always the same thing Maelstrom. You talk about respect, then you get your jollies intimidating cameramen, and finally ride off in your tough guy motorcycle to show the world who the bad man truly is. Such a rebel, such a free spirit, way to rage against the machine there Maelstrom. They sure did break the Pandorian cookie cutter when they made you... and Nevada Smith, and all those other guys he hangs out with, or used to, it's hard to figure out how those wacky Pandorian family feuds are headed these day.
I'm glad you respect my skills and such, but frankly I have no reason to return that respect. For one it will make you furious, or at least slightly annoyed... Or maybe it won't phase you at all on the outside because you're just such a cool tough guy who can't look phased by this sort of thing, but I really don't care. Secondly, Maelstrom you're big. You ride a motorcycle, and frankly there isn't much more to you. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to respect frankly. Is it your ability to move your massive frame and bang it into people? Your ability not to fall off your bike? Whatever it is, I'm not that impressed, and won't be even if you carry through your threats. You're a big dude, that's it.
(The Jobber gets up and begins walking towards the Door.)
The Jobber: But Maelstrom, there is one thing I must apologize for. Frankly it isn't an apology to you, but to everyone out there in TV land.
(The Jobber opens the door and heads outside towards the garage.)
The Jobber: I'm sorry that I left the world with only Maelstrom to speak for this important GLCW contest. I realize how painful it must have been for everyone, with only vague threats towards past enemies, talk of respect, intimidation of cameramen, and motorcycles on your televisions. Don't think so much of yourself that you are capable of head games Maelstrom, or that you can indimidate anyone who isn't a GLCW technical employee. Everyone else, we've become wise to your game, we realize there isn't anything new you can show us inside or outside of the ring. So frankly, I'm ready for you, and not willing to act as if I'm worried about your ability as a ring general, or amazing intelligence, the onlyt hing I have to worry about is that damn, you's a big dude.
(The Jobber opens his garage and climbs on a "boss hog" of his own.).)
The Jobber: Looks like I'm as much of a ragin' rebel tough guy as you. See you soon Maelstrom, and don't forget to write back before then about how I misunderstand you, and that there is more to you than muscles, height and a hog.
(Fade out as the Jobber rides off.)
(Cue up "Pilate" by Pearl Jam)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia estate. Cut to the living room, where the Jobber once again sits upon his couch, GLCW Television title over his shoulder.)
The Jobber: So Maelstrom, we meet again for the first time. You seem to be confused as to why I have not spoken, believing me "yellow" or simply having nothing to say. This simply isn't true, because for the past week I have been sitting shivah over my beloved broken Starcraft CD, and just yesterday I buried it during a private ceremony in a simple grave. It was beautiful in a strange way, seeing it laying so peacefully... never to spin again. I cut off a small lock of it's outer ring, so that whenever I feel like looking back I can pull it out and remember my dear dear friend.
So what does all this mindless chatting have to do with our match? Nothing other than showing you what I felt like I was listening to after dealing with what you had said. It's always the same thing Maelstrom. You talk about respect, then you get your jollies intimidating cameramen, and finally ride off in your tough guy motorcycle to show the world who the bad man truly is. Such a rebel, such a free spirit, way to rage against the machine there Maelstrom. They sure did break the Pandorian cookie cutter when they made you... and Nevada Smith, and all those other guys he hangs out with, or used to, it's hard to figure out how those wacky Pandorian family feuds are headed these day.
I'm glad you respect my skills and such, but frankly I have no reason to return that respect. For one it will make you furious, or at least slightly annoyed... Or maybe it won't phase you at all on the outside because you're just such a cool tough guy who can't look phased by this sort of thing, but I really don't care. Secondly, Maelstrom you're big. You ride a motorcycle, and frankly there isn't much more to you. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to respect frankly. Is it your ability to move your massive frame and bang it into people? Your ability not to fall off your bike? Whatever it is, I'm not that impressed, and won't be even if you carry through your threats. You're a big dude, that's it.
(The Jobber gets up and begins walking towards the Door.)
The Jobber: But Maelstrom, there is one thing I must apologize for. Frankly it isn't an apology to you, but to everyone out there in TV land.
(The Jobber opens the door and heads outside towards the garage.)
The Jobber: I'm sorry that I left the world with only Maelstrom to speak for this important GLCW contest. I realize how painful it must have been for everyone, with only vague threats towards past enemies, talk of respect, intimidation of cameramen, and motorcycles on your televisions. Don't think so much of yourself that you are capable of head games Maelstrom, or that you can indimidate anyone who isn't a GLCW technical employee. Everyone else, we've become wise to your game, we realize there isn't anything new you can show us inside or outside of the ring. So frankly, I'm ready for you, and not willing to act as if I'm worried about your ability as a ring general, or amazing intelligence, the onlyt hing I have to worry about is that damn, you's a big dude.
(The Jobber opens his garage and climbs on a "boss hog" of his own.).)
The Jobber: Looks like I'm as much of a ragin' rebel tough guy as you. See you soon Maelstrom, and don't forget to write back before then about how I misunderstand you, and that there is more to you than muscles, height and a hog.
(Fade out as the Jobber rides off.)