Toledo, OH House Show 00

[TBirdSCIL]

Great Lakes Championship Wrestling is proud to announce its next card, to be held at the Toledo Sports Arena in Toledo, OH! Here are the matches:

[font size=3]MAIN EVENT[/font]
Texas Tornado Tag Team Match-No Disqualification
Great Lakes Champion Michael Manson and The Masked Blazer vs. Maelstrom and Golem

Taped Fist Match
Jean Rabesque vs. "Simply Sensational" Sean Edmunds

"Lost Cause" Chris O'Neill vs. "Eradicator" Troy Martinez

Jarod Poe vs. "Showtime" Steven James

Angel Castillo vs. "The Wolf" Chris McMillan

Gridlock vs. Nick Kurtel and Xanatos

Cameron Cruise vs. Jon Savage

Nikolai Ash vs. The Emerald Warrior


CARD SUBJECT TO CHANGE


All RP for this card will be due on a phantom deadline that I will call two days beforehand. Send all angles to me at TBirdSCIL@aol.com. Good luck to all!

Pres. Scott Malec

 

[JLebron]

Uncompromised loyalty.....

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-21-02 AT 08:11 PM (EST)](FADE IN.... a typical GLCW backdrop, and standing in front of it, glaring up at the GLCW logo, a faint smile on his face, is the man we've come to know simply as........)

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MAELSTROM: Manson, Blazer, Golem and ME.... all in the same ring.... all at the same time! (sighs heavily) Makes for some very interesting possibilities. Manson, this is just a prelude to our more inevitable private confrontation down the line somewhere..... an' Blazer, well let's not even go there eh? I mean, it gets kinda old humblin' yer ass every time we meet. An' then we have my partner Golem.... for yet one more night, yer thrust upon me as an ally. This time hopefully ya won't screw it up like ya did when last we tagged..... hopefully ya won't screw it up like ya did when ya had the title shot 'gainst Manson. But its all good.... you an' I Golem, for one night 'gainst the GLCW Heavyweight Champion an' his delusional partner. Ya got a chance to redeem yerself Golem...... an opportunity to make it right between us. For that one night, I'll forget all the cowardly ambushin' ya did on me back when I wasted my time in the WWL..... I'll forget all that, just the way I'm sure ya'd like to forget my humblin' yer ass a few years back in our only confrontation.

(chuckles)

MAELSTROM: Hell, I'll even forget those disparagin' refereeing comments ya made recently as ya tried to blame me for blowin' yer title shot. Ya can respect me an' my accomplishments all ya want, that means S(BLEEP)T to me. Results is what matters Golem! I don't have to like ya to tag with ya, in fact, I don't even know, or care for that matter if I do. How we feel about each other is irrelevant Golem cuz all that's gonna be shelved.... FOR ONE NIGHT! There's a lot more ridin' on this match than yer aware of Golem. For that one night, I'll be fightin' alongside ya, watchin' yer back as if yer were my own flesh an' blood. Ya got my uncompromised loyalty for that ONE night. Screw up however, an' I won't hesitate for an instant to compromise YOUR ass!

(glares stoically)

MAELSTROM: After all, it makes me absolutely no difference whether I kick two asses that night..... or THREE!

(FADE OUT....)​

 

[Manson]

RE: Uncompromised loyalty.....

((FADEIN: GLCW champion Michael Manson is crouched in a dark, confined area of the backstage portion of an arena. The title belt lies on thye ground in back of him as he wears his normal all black attire. He takes a pack of matches and lights one in front of his face, momentarily making his pallid face visible, a slight smirk across. The flame goes out and he throws the pack in front of him.))

MANSON: And as the Bible says, "Then there was light.." but where there is light, there has to be fire. While I don't know Masked Blazer, I don't know who he is, and even if I saw his face, it would mean nothing to me. However, I have gathered that he likes to play with fire. Which, really, is grand. Because fire is simple really, its not ambiguous, it doesn't care about the match, it doesn't care about the victim. It simply burns.And the match is no disqualification, which is never a good idea with me. Then again, maybe King Krusher has come to his senses, and decided that encouraging a sociopath toward such behavior gets ratings. After all, when this is over, Krusher is the one you'll all can blame. Everything I do, everything Blazer does, is ultimately his responsibility.

He thought before that placing Maelstrom in front of me was an obstacle. Something I would fear, but ah, that's the rub. Because it's not that I have deal with Maelstrom, he has to deal with me. I don't have a warrior's code, I do the things I want, and I don't care afterword when you all call me a coward for winning. This is just a warning, because now I've been encouraged, after all I've been paired with a pyromaniac. What do you expect?

Now Golem, I suppose you get another chance to prove whatever it is you want to, since you seem to have some barometer of judging yourself since you claim not to want a title. Perhaps it is the ranking and rating of your Magic: The Gathering cards. After all, you're not much more than one of those cards yourself. And cards of course, are meaningless paper, which burn so easily. In fact, I would admit to being somewaht impressed if you were able to put on that coveted claw of yours while burning like Chicago at the turn of the century. You want to be a god, you want to be an immortal? Well, lets test that. How much do you really want that? Enough that you are willing to be scrotched and scarred for no reason, not even a title? Whatever it is you care about, is it worth being burned? I sincerely hope so, otherwise you're just another burn victim, which in itself is fun, but it lacks that warm feeling inside you get from ruining someone's life.

In fact, I quite enjoy the idea of Maelstrom showing up for our match with his skin marred and his muscles burned. He wouldn't be quite that visually impressive anymore, now would he? Someone who likes to fight for the sake of fighting, well at least I'll give you a reason to hate me, you know, other than all the others. Though there is nothing quite so intimate as burning another person alive. Maelstrom, Krusher didn't help you in anyway putting you on to me. He cursed you. First, there was blood and peanut butter. Now there will be fire. And its not going to stop there.

((Manson stops, stands up straight and tall. He takes another match from the pack, lights it and sets the pack onfire while still holding it in his hand.))

Just remember, fire purifies...so really...it won't be that bad....never as bad as you think it will be. What's a few burnings between friends?

((Manson drops the pack and sits on it, putting it out.))

FTB

 

[JLebron]

Nothin' really matters....

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-22-02 AT 07:40 AM (EST)](FADE IN......slowly on the sullen visage of Maelstrom as he glares stoically at the cameras. He seems lost in thought as he remains staring at nothing in particular for quite some time, then without warning, his gaze falters slightly, his eyes narrow, and with a curl of his lips, he begins speaking......)

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MAELSTROM: Manson, I sometimes wonder if ya truly believe yer own rhetoric or if its just for show. Ya don't have to deal with me cuz of some warriors code ya lack?

(smiles ever so faintly)

MAELSTROM: Seems to me like yer talkin' outta the side of yer mouth. It wasn't too long ago that mere words rattled you to the point that ya felt the need to announce to everyone that all yer matches would be "non-title" unless yer opponent recognizes the value of that strap ya hold. I gotta admit, I was a bit surprised to see ya "deal" with such "passion" to a mere statement Golem made earlier 'bout not wantin' yer strap..... I mean for a person who "doesn't" have to "deal" with someone like me that is.

(grins facetiously and winks)

MAELSTROM: It's all good Manson..... yer "the man" in GLCW....FOR NOW! After all, ya earned that strap with yer cunning and talent. There's no denying that. Whether or not yer a coward cuz ya got yerself DQ'd in a title match isn't the point..... the point of a title match is to relieve the champion of the strap..... and ya did what ya had to do to keep it. I learned long ago, that honor is for fools.... for the naive.... ya do what ya gotta do to obtain yer objective, your goal..... yer focus.... whatever that is. For you it was the title...... Golem claims it was just for the "W". Who's to say that Golem's claim doesn't have merit? Me? You? Personally, I really don't give a S(bleep)T whether it does or doesn't. I have my own agendas which change on a mere whim. But ya see Manson, here's where it becomes intriguing...... I'm thinkin', that maybe, just MAYBE, ya got yer panties all in a bunch when Golem made that comment cuz there just may be some truth to it! Maybe a part of ya got bent outta shape cuz ya weren't afforded the respect ya felt ya deserved?

(glares at the cameras stoically as he raises a questioning eyebrow)

MAELSTROM: Ya lookin' for acknowledgement Manson? Ya want everyone to fawn over ya an' proclaim yer the absolute best there is.... the best there ever was? The best there ever will be?

(grins)

MAELSTROM: Who knows, maybe ya are.... or maybe yer destined to be. I suppose it all depends on just who ya ask. Me? I suppose yer accomplishments could be considered impressive..... along with a few other handful of people I've come across. That being the case, what's the point then? Did I expect ya to fear me when I first confronted ya?

(shakes his head slowly from side to side)

MAELSTROM: 'Course not. I know ya better than that an' besides, I'm not lookin' to stroke my ego. I don't need to. What I'm lookin' for is irrelevant since ya "don't" have to deal with me..... all that matters is that yer partner failed numerous times 'gainst me, an' my partner failed to deny you your goal on two occasions! All that matters is that we've never faced each other before and are about to.....

(smiles)

MAELSTROM: All that matters is that we're about to venture into unchartered waters..... all that matters Manson, is that opinions vary an' as a result, NOTHIN' really matters......

(FADE OUT....)​

 

[JonMayhew71]

Cameron WHO???????

Cam fades into Wildside sitting behind his desk in his plush office. In one hand, a brandy. In the other, contract information from GLCW regarding the Toledo house show. The look on his face shows a man who's less than happy. A knock is heard on the door....

WILDSIDE: Come in.....

The door opens to reveal Jon Savage, dressed in blue jeans, a "WCU" sweatshirt and a Carolina Panthers ballcap. As Savage moves to Wildside's desk, the camera backs away because Savage left the office door open allowing for a new camera angle...

SAVAGE: Hey, boss. You wanted to see me?

WILDSIDE: Sit down, here. I just got the contract from Malec over at GLCW. Cheap cuss, sent it postage due. And look, you're on the card.....

SAVAGE: Good, right?

WILDSIDE: He's put you in another match against this Cameron Curse....

SAVAGE: Cameron who?????

WILDSIDE: Cameron Cuss....Cameron Bruise.....

At this point, Savage gets the contract information from Wildside and eyes it himself.....

SAVAGE: CRUISE!!! (both shake their heads) Cameron Cruise. Who the hell is he?

WILDSIDE: I have absolutely no idea. Feel sorry for the guy, though, because this match in GLCW will be his last.....

SAVAGE: Yeah, I know. (Looks at Camera) Now Cruise, I'll admit at this point I don't know anything about you. But lately, my opponents have been content at staring up at the lights as my hand is raised in victory. Eventually, the "front office" will see what I already know: tangle with Savage, and you go down in flames. Don't worry about being humiliated, rookie, because there will be enough of that in our match. Do you like surprises, Cruise? I've got plenty of 'em. Now Wildside's gonna get on the phone, here, and russle us up a tape of your....(scoffs) wrestling to see what's goin' on.

WILDSIDE: And Mr. Cruise we realize upfront that you'll probably respond with some dark, cryptic message like some of the other LOSERS here in GLCW do. We're beginning to see that's the "way of the west." Your threats will not have an effect on us nor will you scare us. See, Mr. Cruise, this will be the equivalent of a televised match. A big name wrestler versus a jobber. Savage is the big name wrestler. Guess where that leaves you? Now we cannot take responsibility for any....harm....that may fell you before, during.....or after.....the match. Savage, I'm gonna make that call now......the tape should be here in notime.....

Wildside is seen getting on the phone as the office door closes.

 

[zeroxxzero]

ashes to ashes... dust to dust.

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-22-02 AT 02:15 PM (EST)](fade in: a close-up of a wrist watch, the hands tick and are so deafening they rumble like a strong storm. The camera zooms out to the face of Nikolai Ash, his eyes are moving side to side while he blinks and sighs heavily. The camera continues it’s steady zoom out and starts it’s pan left showing Nikolai sitting in a heavy auburn chair, across his lap is a copy of a newspaper. It seems that we are in some sort of library; bookshelves are seen in the background as well as part of the foreground. Ash is wearing a black sweater with a thin red trim around the neck and cuffs. His black slacks are clean and pressed, while his loafers in contrast are very dull and weathered.)

..i am perplexed ::sarcastic grin:: why is it that when I look out the window, all I see is a dark cloud? Why is it that this dark cloud hangs so thick and ominous that I am unable to see anything through the pane? Could it be that… it represents the evil and corruption that shadows all of the world, or perhaps it is portraying my fear of.. failure and loss? Being that those two.. ::raises eyebrows and lifts head to look up at a case of books:: topics were never really part of my area of knowledge, my life span, what have you. It is not to say.. that is completely out of the realm of possibility… it could so easily happen, but the chances are not as high as one would think when they would look down upon me.. but only down in the literal sense… for to look down to me in the sense of intelligence, and quip would be rather.. satirical. Speaking of satirical..

::Ash gets up from his chair to straighten himself, and begins to walk to a bookcase and begins to rub his fingers over the spins of the books::

how ironic is it that… when I begin to feel the fear of failure creeping up upon my back, I am thrown into my first bout.. if you want to call this, a bout.. heh.. that word lacks the significant amount of president. For.. the man I am facing.. who possibly takes his name from L. Frank Baum’s classic Wizard of Oz… but the 7,500 fans who will pack the Toledo Sports Arena will have their chance to giggle along with me as he makes his entrance in a grandeur only like he .. or a pack of transvestites can.

::Ash looks towards the camera and smiles::

(fade out)

 

[Vertigo]

We Are The Uncompromised...

(Cue Up: "Awake" by Rage Against The Machine. Fade into Golem, sitting on a balcony within his home. He sits back on hard plastic furniture as rain beats down. Golem is shaded by a large tarp covering and the steady beat of rain on it plays as quiet background music to Golem's word.)

Golem: Ah, yes. Old friends. Manson, Golem, and Maelstrom. Brings me back to fonder days. And good friend, Manson, you remind me of another old friend of mine. The fragile flame that is the serpent's tongue of fire. Ah yes, I knew that all too well. I remember fire and they way it encircles, the way it burns, the way it brings great things crumbling down to Earth in a blazing ring of smoke and ash. I remember how it danced across the face of Suicide just a few years ago. I remember how it scorched my fur and licked away at my face. Manson, do not think I am unfamiliar with these mighty worldly things. Think me not a game-playing fool, please, because it will only result in you becoming more burnt than our good fellow Suicide was. You're right about one thing: I do certainly use a different barometer to judge my accomplishments. I like things to bend before I break them, Manson. I like to strip great warriors bare of armor, piece by piece. I like to see the decay and wear on their face after I have devoured. I like to see their grand salvation, borne at the tip of my claw. I thrive on these wonderful sensations, Michael. You strike your matches and in it's subtle glow, you see a world that tumbles to the feet of Michael Manson. In it's hazy torch, you see the faces of all those you have downed before. In that rush, you must eventually come to the face of everyone's old friend, Golem. You must see him, down long enough for you to claim yourself the world title. You say you wish to see me apply the Claw while burning like the pages of history? I say, you bring the fire, and I will bring the Claw. In fact, Manson, you tempt Golem to bring both, just in case. You seek a warm feeling inside from burning people? Well, I have similar dreams and aspirations. But no blame for your actions, because you don't like blame...we'll give that to your friend, KK. I suppose any damage I do to you, which may ultimately result in you no longer being able to talk and spew your fork-tongued rhetoric, is also King Krusher's fault. Damn him, eh Manson? Oh well, maybe this time you will be able to pin my shoulders to the mat and not feel like such a failure. Here's to praying, Manson. Lightning doesn't oft strike twice, but hey, Maelstrom's in this match, and that man is sort of like your rabbit's foot, isn't he? But, let me not forget, you aren't alone in this match. You seem to have another man, the Masked Blazer, on your side. Well, isn't that fine and dandy. It matters not to Golem. Masked Blazer, for a man who seems highly infatuated with Jarod Poe, you seem to have stumbled into a contest of wills that has been and will always be too much for you. Sit quietly in the corner, boy, if you understand anything. My beloved, uncompromising loyalty-beridden partner has already laid you down before and I doubt he will have any trouble doing so again. And if he doesn't, well, Golem happens to specialize in such things. How you weaseled into this match and into Golem's way, I will never know. Of course, I don't much care, either, because a Claw victim is a Claw victim. They don't need fancy names, all they need is a little mouth slit to breathe through. Where there is a will, there is a way. Ask Manson...he had the will to hang onto his title belt, and he found a coward's way to keep it, and forfeited his pride and the match to Golem in his haste to escape. Hey, maybe you will also benefit from Golem's oversized little gray raincloud of bad luck, Maelstrom. Get it, Mael? Raincloud, Maelstrom? Oh nevermind. Humor's never really been my gift. That's Manson's way. I only understand the things placed right in front of me, such as the fact that your inferior refereeing cost me a match against Manson. But that's old news, I am willing to live in the here-and-now. We've tagged before, and maybe I did goof up that night. Well, Maelstrom, consider this my retribution. I will not fail, Golem shall ascend the masses and accept his fate as victor. You make idle threats, Maelstrom? You'd be smart not to try following through with those absurd claims. You want to wrestle Golem, well that's fine. Golem fears no man. You want to fight three men, well, that won't happen, because I would leave then help Manson. But for all your threats, you still make the offer of uncomprimised loyalty? Well, I will believe that when I see it. Golem shall not fall. Maelstrom, do your part, and I will be more than happy. After that, I make no promises, but for a night, be willing to live in the breast of the beast, keeping you safe from foe, fiend, and fire. Give me your hand, Maelstrom. I shall lead you out of this storm.

(Golem gets up, and walks back inside as the camera fades to black.)

 

[Diablo]

(CUEUP: “Das Leben Ist Ein Hund” by Wizo)

(FADEIN: Angel Castillo is reclining on the couch in his Chicago apartment, looking pensive, dressed in slightly tattered army green cargo pants and a Wizo T-shirt.)

Angel Castillo: You know…I bet all my chicos and chicas out there were wondering just where the heck El Diablo was last Riptide. To tell you the truth, I was re-evaluating myself. I was afraid that I was losing my flavor, mi sabor, and I was becoming bland and dull. After losing my shot at the Television Title and then losing to none other than (in a mock tone) “Showtime” Steven James at the last house card, I had to take some time and look at myself. I had to rekindle the flame of passion that burns inside me. I had to re-start the boiling of my blood that fuels my ability to claim victory over others. To do this, I had to revisit my roots, and remember where I came from…

(Fade to various shots of Castillo walking around the streets of Little Havana in Miami, walking in the museum of Cuban culture, and then visiting his parents, and the shot stays on this as Castillo sits down to talk with his parents.)

Castillo: (Dubbed into English) It’s good to be home…How have you and Dad fared since I’ve left?

Mother: When you first left it was like you had ripped a hole in my heart and laughed as I bled to death from your loveless act…But since then I joined a bridge club and now I have something to do to fill the void during the weekends instead of crochet endless amounts of doilies.

Castillo: That’s, um...great to hear…Dad, what have you been doing?

Father: Well…I’ve opened an orange stand on the side of the road, and I get about 4-5 customers a day! I make a killing. But the question is, why have you come back? Weren’t you supposed to be in Chicago becoming a big-time wrestler? You said you didn’t need to stay here in Miami and sell churros by the roadside to make a living.

Castillo: Well, I have made it, sort of…But I feel like I’m just not good enough anymore…I...(almost weeping)…I lost to a gringo!

Father: Oh, son…You know we’ve taught you loss is part of it all in life, even if it was to a gringo…Remember, we lost our country to a man of our own race…We’ve lost many things in our time to many people…But we were strong, and we rose above it, and you can too. You are a Castillo! Built like the fortress! If there is one thing that we taught you when you were young that we want you to remember, it is strength, and pride. Pride in yourself, pride in your family, and pride in your nationality. I want you to go back to Chicago, and wrestle, and become the greatest there is, because you ARE the greatest there is. Besides, the babes love you, you can’t miss with that. They just love a Latin man.

Castillo: Dad, I love you…

Father: Yes, yes, yes. Now go pick the oranges and shine my shoes!

(Scene abruptly fades back to Castillo sitting on the couch.)

Castillo: Now...Now that I have taken my rest, I am refreshed, and ready to reassert the onslaught of THE GENERALLISIMO or the Latin Explosion, El Diablo. Now, it is unfortunate that to resume I have to reopen old wounds in facing “Lame Ring Name” Chris McMillan. The last time I faced you, Chris, you simply shrugged me off as some incompetent that rants on about his race and ancestry, etc. But I have discovered the key to the being the best, which is why I have bested you and others. It is because I cultivate my soul as well as my body. Not only do I like to pound my butt on the canvas and make myself sweat, but I take time to know who and why I am. It is this knowledge of where exactly I am in the vast continuum of this universe that makes me superior in every aspect. You may be intimidating with your skin grafts and stitches and oozing pustules, but inside you have nothing more than a creamy nougat center. Prepare to experience something that’s a bit less creamy and a bit more…¡¡¡PICANTE!!!

(FTB)


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"Life is what happens when you're making other plans"
-John Lennon

 

[Manson]

((FADEIN: Michael Manson is in front of a blackboard with a white piece of chalk. The GLCW title belt is lying on a chair off the side as Manson draws a square and draws a design along the inside so it is the symbol of the eye of fire.))

MANSON: Maelstrom and Golem...for all your words and bravado...how much have either of you actually done? Like most of the hypocrites of this promotion, you all live completely in the past feeling the need to reference everything you've done the past 8 years. I could do the same thing, but then for listing everything I've done I might be arrested so I'll just have to plead the 5th amendment on that one.

But really, for all your talk of being great and moving mountains, what have you done? It occurs to me that all you do is move in circles, fighting the same people over and over again. No resolutions, no endings, no finality. You never prove anything, you never accomplish anything. Every promotion you bring along the same baggage, the same amities, and it just goes on and on. You both claim not to care about titles, so what exactly are you measuring yourselves with? Obviously, whatever it is, it's never enough or both of you would have moved on somehow by now.

And now, then there is me. As champion or not, I give you both something you can measure yourselves up against. Something to define yourselves by. Yet, you do nothing but fall into the same patterns. No reinvention or adaptation. Maelstrom is still Conan the Barbarian's third cousin and Golem is still the roleplaying reject. have either of you ever finished a single ever in this business? Judging from your banter no, since all your feuds and rivalries never seem to end.

Mine do though. Mostly because barely any of you ever have any significance to me. Of course the reason for that is more than apparent. The things I do to people, what kind of true retaliation is there? There is no getting even, because there is still not a single one of you willing to do what I do. Golem, you talk about your claw and make pretensions to godhood. And of course Maelstrom is the mindless brute looking for a fight. But what are either of you willing to do toward those ends?

I've made it more than clear exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to drag a canteen of gasoline or drown the both of you in alcohol and light the both of you on fire. This is not an idle boast, it is not pretension. This is exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to burn the both of you alive because Masked Blazer gave me the idea.

You might be willing to bloody someone, strike someone with metal, but are either of you willing to set fire to another human being to scar and mar them for the rest of their lives? Could either of you ever imagine doing something so depraved and inhuman just to win a stupid wrestling match?

Well, you might, but that's only if I provide the proper inspiration and I will. You see King Krusher did something he never thought he could, never thought he would. I broke his pride and now each and every week, every form he signs, every time he comes or thinks of work, he recognizes me as the champion. The very thing this promotion hinges on. And he has to support and pay me for the sake of sportsmanship. It's not as enjoyable as human torches, but I have to save something for the rest of you, don't I?

((Manson scratches the blackboard with his nails.))

After all, there is only one with the eye, the all-seeing eye, in this case the eye of fire, and that's the champion. The eye at the center of the tornedo. And that's me, and the both of you are simply a burn ward's midsummer night's dream.

 

[Mister Dread]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-23-02 AT 05:37 AM (EST)]::FADEIN on the rickety, sagging ring at the Basham-Schultz Wrestling academy, the dim and unsavory haunt of CHRIS McMILLAN. THE WOLF sits perched on the top turnbuckle, grinning into the camera::

THE WOLF: El Diablo, huh? I thought the name sounded familiar. I couldn't remember for the life of me where I had heard it before. You reminded me, though. We had a match, did we? I don't remember. I don't remember going into the match, I don't remember if I won or lost. I suppose that you just didn't make enough of an impact on me for it to register in my somewhat addled mind. Maybe, if you put forth a little more effort this time, I wouldn't have such a hard time remembering who you are. YOU certainly seem to remember.

::THE WOLF hops down from the turnbuckle, pacing the ring::

THE WOLF: It's a heartwarming story. The little boy who left his father's roadside stand. The little boy who gave up his life selling motor oil or flowers or beef liver or whatever the hell the old man wasted his life pushing. The little boy who chased his dream of professional wrestling ... and FAILED MISERABLY.

::THE WOLF stops into the center of the ring, staring into the camera::

THE WOLF: And now you come slinking back. Humiliation forced you to run off with your tail between your legs. Yet now, like a kicked dog you come whimpering back, licking at every offered hand in hopes of a chance at redemption. You face me again in the hopes that maybe you can pull off a win. Maybe you can learn to face yourself in the mirror again if only you could just beat the Wolf. Well let me tell you something, Castillo. I have no sympathy for you. I'm not gonna let you beat me just so you can live with yourself again. But ... I DO love those churros. So tasty and sweet ... so I will promise you something, Angel. If I pass your roadside stand, I WILL stop and throw a little business your way. You have my word.

::FADE TO BLACK::

 

[JLebron]

Tippin' yer hand

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-23-02 AT 03:42 PM (EST)](FADE IN....... a bright sunny, windy day somewhere, apparently in the middle of nowhere. There's practically no horizon to be seen.... no landmarks of any sort..... not even a single cloud. There's only the solitary figure of Maelstrom glaring at us as the wind caresses the dormant rage that dances deep within his brown eyes.......)

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MAELSTROM: Manson, every time ya open yer mouth, I'm consumed with pathos for yer plight. Ya speak of measurin' yerself an' such as if that actually matters to me. Ya speak of yer accomplishments as if they're supposed to intimidate or impress me. Ya speak of my livin' in the past yet yer the one livin' in a fantasy. An' now 'cuz I don't share YOUR views on titles and such..... I'm supposed to be a hypocrite?

(shakes his head disparagingly)

MAELSTROM: If yer gonna make a statement like that, ya should at least get yer facts straight! First off, I don't have 8 years of wrestling history to reminisce on..... not even close. Secondly, I NEVER stated that I don't care about titles. While they may not hold the same ego-strokin' value that it does for you, it DOES hold a more obscure measure of worth for me. I've ALWAYS stated that my interest or value on titles was of only ONE single purpose..... to lure the toughest SOBs my way! Nothin' more, nothin' less. Hasn't changed then, an' won't likely change any time soon so long as people with overinflated egos are around.... as long as people like you Manson, are around. Ya should take a good look in the mirror before ya go castin' aspersions on everyon'. Contrary to what ya believe Manson, yer NOT the ultimate measuring stick and yer NOT the wrestler of all time! Ya try an' portray yerself as the most audacious person of all time, yet yer audacity doesn't carry it's desired effect. Maybe yer tryin' too hard, or maybe not enough? Who knows eh?

(sighs heavily)

MAELSTROM: An' here ya are tryin' to mock us by likening me to Conan and Golem to a D&D roleplaying reject, while you yerself try an' project yerself in the image of a mad man, the image of yer namesake Charles Manson...... and still ya call US and everyon' else hypocrites.

(rolls his eyes mockingly)

MAELSTROM: Here ya are vainly tryin' to be witty, but not quite hittin' the mark. I suppose I expect entirely too much from ya.... gave ya entirely too much credit for yer worth. I gave ya yer props deservin' of a champion an' then ya start in with obscure insults and petty name taggin'.... tippin' yer hand yet again.... provin' that ol' adage to have merit.... insults, the last desperate bastion for those lackin' anythin' intelligent to say. What's next? An apologetic comment regarding my race!?

(smirks and shakes his head)

MAELSTROM: Yer postering has no effect on me Manson, so save it for those who give a damn! One man's garbage is another man's treasure. Somethin' ya should realize before ya affront someone's ideals. Yer views are NOT the law of the land, 'cept maybe on that fantasy island ya live on..... an' reality will easily remedy that......

(A faint grins curls on Maelstroms lips just as we begin to .... FADE OUT.....)​

 

[Vertigo]

(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting alone in his house. A wooden chair is all that occupies the darkened room, and in it, rocks Golem.)

Golem: Ah, Michael Manson. You spew the same things over and over again as you stumble haplessly in large circles. You don't research things much before you talk, you just repeat the same thing you've said a thousand times before. It's always seemed to work against the nobodies, so why should it fail now? You think that just because you happen to be Michael Manson, then what you think is fact. You happen to have a great idea of pouring gasoline on someone and lighting them on fire...because "Masked Blazer" gave you the idea. I wonder who he got that idea from....

(Fade out...fade into a ring, the league is WAR, around the year 2000. The top ropes are ablaze as Golem and Suicide are fighting in a Fire Death Match. The down and out Suicide, formerly falling victim to the Claw, lays still in the ring. Golem empties a container of gasoline on the prone Suicide, but before Golem can throw him into the ropes and turn Suicide into a burnt piece of meat, Suicide hurriedly slides himself under the bottom rope. Fade out....fade back into Golem.)

Golem: Well, wait a second...that's ME! Gee, I wonder how that fact escaped me...no, wait a second, I blatantly referenced it last interview. But such facts cannot possibly effect Manson, because I am a roleplaying reject. His blindness brought about by his radically unshocking first impression has blinded him to come to grasp with the fact that before Michael Manson became oh-so-famous because he is big and bad, there was Golem, bigger and badder. Now, Manson, you seem to have a great gift at stealing ideas from other people who stole them from Golem, but does that really mean you can accomplish them? I understand that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I find it mildly insulting when the imitation is done so shoddily that it comes across as only a vague glimpse of the original. Frankly, Manson, I do not think you realize why feuds seem to last longer with Maelstrom and myself than with you. It's because no one is really ever gunning for you, outside of that great Manson-centralized world within your mind. You've brought about a haze of disinterest to everyone except maybe King Krusher and you pass it off as fear. It's not fear. I am not afraid of you, nor do I care if I take your title from you. You're already strikingly low on pride and impressively overwhelmed with undeserved arrogance. You sing songs about how much different you are then myself and Maelstrom, and then you try to paint it like that's a good thing. You're different from us in one main way...you're inferior. You aren't as good as we are and you never will be. The reason Maelstrom and Golem have yet to retire is because we are still the best. I fully expect to go out on top, and, fact of the matter is, I still ascending to that peak. Unlike you, who started his career on a sharp downturn, Golem is continually proving himself to be highly capable and ever-improving. I am the same beast that was born to wrestling roughly 5 years ago. Merely, I have honed my skills in the wake of tattered bodies, much like yours, Manson, the last time we met. You want finality, Manson? Will that really make you happy, Michael? Will it really be finality if I take your title from you? No, you'll just whine and cry and pretend that you aren't so vastly inferior to me that cheating is the only real way you can hang to the belt. Hell, you hit me with the chair once in that match, and it still didn't keep me down. So don't talk about me and *MY* use of metal to win matches. You tried to use metal, and you did, to the best of your inferior ability, and it wasn't enough. Nothing you will ever do will ever be enough to take me out, and that's why, with me, the only finality you will ever find is defeat. Constant, obligatory failure at the hands of a wrestler who you try, and fail, to be on par with. I wasn't willing to set Suicide on fire to win the match. I had already won the match. I was going to set him on fire to hear his skin crack and peel, watch his eyes dry out and die to sight, and smell the scent of his flesh being burnt off his blackening bones. That is Golem, not Manson. Maybe in your head, you can do that same thing, but I don't think so. I don't think you're capable of the same things I am, Michael. I can't get even with you? Maybe, but that, foolish boy, is because I already stand head, shoulders, and claw above you.

(Golem starts chuckling as the camera fades to black.)

 

[JonMayhew71]

Urgent OOC

OOC -- Cameron Cruise is having problems doing his RP. He's going on, logging in, and doing his RP. He's done this twice and still hasn't got a post. Any suggestions? Let him know.

Jon Mayhew,
handler of Savage/Wildside

 

[Mister Dread]

Cameron Cruise

(OORP: Straight from his pen ... err, keyboard. He was having some trouble posting, so I stepped in as the middle man. Here it is, presented to you for the first time ever in it's pure, unaltered form)

Fadein to to a white backround. From the left side of
view comes a shadow ala the Hitchcock TV series,
including everything of the silhouette of a man with a
top hat on. At the same time comes the sound of the TV
series done by human voice, and about five seconds
later a man slowly takes place of the silhouette,
dressed in a sports coat, top hat and black, Anarchy
style sunglasses. Facing front, he puts down the top
hat and has a seat.

Cruise: Gee, ya know guys, from the sounds of it, you
guys seem to have the match in the bag already.

Or do you?

See, I have yet to barely show my face before now, and
the both of you have your priorities completely mixed
up. First, you decide that you don't have the
slightest of worries, and that this is gonna be just
another sideways match. Then you change course, change
your mind, and decide....hmmm...I think it's best we
take this guy for what hes worth, and go buy his
latest and greatest from the store and knitpick every
move in the book.

What's it gonna be guys? Then again, what am I saying?
I don't even know who I'm gonna face at the arena
anyhow. One hand there's the actual man who's on the
contract....but then there's his manager talkin' big
as well. Who's it gonna be guys? I mean, really, if
you're both big enough you can decide on who's gonna
do the match.

Let me give you both a reality check, here. I'm' not
your sparring partner. I'm not one of those plastic
dummy figures from TV who says ouch every time I lay a
finger on it. I'm your real life opponent who can take
a punch but at the same time return it with more stank
on it than you expect. I'm the guy who's gonna take
more punishment from you and actually WANT to get back
up and take more.

(Cruise takes off his shades and stares into the
camera)

CC: And I'm also the guy who may not be in the main
event at the card, but when all is said and done,
gonna make you feel like it was.

It's real simple boys. Say what you want. Go where you
want. Do what you want. All of it won't matter once
it's gametime. but the question for you is....will
you?

Chew on that.

(Cruise stands up, puts on the hat and shades and
whistles the tune for "Peter and the Wolf" and walks
out.)

Fade

 

[Manson]

((FADEIN: Michael Manson scratches his nails on a blank chalkboard which has the GLCW title belt hanging from it.))

MANSON: At this time, I would like to thank the both of you for proving your stupidity. Really. Maelstrom, for me to check my facts I would actually have to care about you. All I know is you claim to be from some island that no one has ever heard of and your grammar rivals that of an inbred redneck from Lousiana. Maybe you're just trying to imitate Wolverine from X-Men. Of course all you want to do is fight, what the hell else can you do? Of course your logic is still faulty. You want a title to attract fights? If you want to attract a fight you can walk into any bar in the world. But you chose to walk into a ring for it. Ypu go by a name like "Maelstrom" and claim to be from "Pandora Island", so how much of whatever you say am I supposed to believe anyway? And if you're really interested, Manson is my last name. It's on my driver's license and PHD. It's origins come from the Gaelic regions and if you're really interested I can type a seven page paper on it, with proper grammar and spelling, and it can be in your mailbox by next week. Just say the word.

And of course Golem, you have to do the exact thing I was talking about. Bringing up a feud from WAR. Tell me why I should even remotely care about something you did 2 years ago in a place I've never seen or heard of? Because you have nothing else to talk about other than your Dungeons and Dragons character? You want to say you burned another human being, that's great. Really, it is. But when I say "burn alive", it's not wrap up your arm and go drinking with your friends later kind of burning. No, this is disfigurement and making your family and loved ones vomit at the sight of you burning. You want to get into horrible things, Golem? I've crucified people, literally driven nails through their hands and feet. I could give you a list document footage, but would be the point?

You're both still around because you can't do anything else. Just endless circles, endless feuds because neither of you are ever able to move out of the past. Simply document everything you've done years. The best? Well, how would I measure that...other than titles you've won? And the last time I checked, I had the title. But how am I supposed to take the word and creditability of men who don't even go by their real names? Or do either of you actually have real names?

I will outlast the both of you, whether physically or spiritually. I can walk into promotion on the face of this world and be feared and revered. They all know my name and what I have done and can do. I don't need to list or catalogue anything. I'm mentioned in promos in this promotion and many others that I have nothing even remotely to do with. While no one has given a rat's ass about the two of you. But you're the one bringing up other promotions, Golem, not me. Like I said before, there's no point stating the obvious. I cut through promotions like the Black Death through Europe. You just fight the same 7 or 8 guys all the time.

Really, if this group of you were the best, how the hell did I just walk in and win this title? But neither of you claim to want a title. So nihilistic. What are you measuring yourself against? What are you reaching for? What is the point to your life? Fighting? What kind of a life is that for anyone?

And of course that's why the GLCW needed me. Why you both need me. You need someone to hate, so your life has some type of meaning. I am saving your lives because without someone to hate, what is to stop the both of you from realizing how empty and hollow your lives are and going into that bathtub with a tv set on your lap? Nothing, save me.And you do hate me, why else would you spend so much time telling me I'm ego-centric and insignificant? I'm saving this whole league from itself. As I said, half of everyone already talks about me even when I have nothing to do with them.

Do you think Malec and Krusher wanted to hire me? Do you think they wanted my foul presense around? Krusher knew exactly what he was getting himself into. But they needed me, they know this promotion needs me. I'm saving your lives, all of you.

Because when I take fire to your skin and make you fit for a closed casket funeral, its a good thing. Now you can hate me for what I'm doing. You won't look in the mirror and see that you'll never have sex with anyone but yourself again because of the burnt tissue. No, you'll see me. And even better as I said, I'll move on. To better opponents, other things. Leaving you hollowed and obsessed, but alive. Alive I say. You will always have an unfulfilled desire to hurt me like I hurt you. And that will keep you alive. Burning people alive is not just family oriented entertainment, its life-saving therapy. And as the GLCW champion, the representation and embodiment of everything this promotion is, it is my job and responsibility to do for you.

 

[JLebron]

Masquerading......

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-24-02 AT 02:02 PM (EST)](FADE TO..... faint laughter as the image of Maelstrom comes into view. He has a malicious grin on his face as he begins to speak....)

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MAELSTROM: Ya know Manson, while I was watchin' ya cut yer latest promo I felt a feelin' of deja vu come over me.... for a minute, I thought I was watchin' one of yer past promos an' almost shut the damn monitor off. That's when I realized that ya did indeed cut a "new" promo.... problem is ya were just ramblin on 'gain, masquerading as usual..... recyclin' the same ol' tired rhetoric of before! Whatssamatta Manson, runnin' outta anythin' original to say? Or maybe I just struck a nerve eh? I mean ya seemed awfully upset throughout yer last masquerade!

(chuckles)

MAELSTROM: I mean really.... cracks about my grammar and where I hail from? Is that really the best ya can do? Whats the matter Manson, 'fraid that if ya DO check the facts on me that yer ignorance will prevail? Ya doubt the existance of Pandora Island simply cuz YOU never heard of it? Ya doubt my name is real simply because I choose to use just one part of my name? I could easily toss ya Pandora's longitude and latitude or even prove the authenticity of my name.... but why should I? Why bother makin' a fool of ya, yet again, when yer doin' a masterful job of that all by yerself? So go ahead and cover yer ignorance with claims of not carin' to get the facts straight.... won't do ya any good though cuz we all see it for what it really is.

(nods his head knowingly)

MAELSTROM: It's ironic how ya continually blast me and Golem for livin' in the past yet YOU are the one who rambles endlessly 'bout how yer the chump, umm, I mean champ (chuckles faintly).... 'bout yer reputation in the wrestlin' world.... 'bout how we fail to change throughout the years yet you who've been around longer than either of us rehearsing the same damn script year after year. Seems to me, some would refer to that as being.... CONTRADICTORY! Or maybe yer jealousy is seepin' out through all the cracks and holes in yer stories. But it's all good, you'll doubtless continue to distort the facts to suit yer insecure needs. At least its a source of amusement for me. Oh and by the way, do ya REALLY want to know why ya just walked in here like ya said and took the title? Well, as ya conveniently neglected to mention.... the GLCW didn't acquire my services until AFTER the tournament started! Strategic move on their part? Immediate advancement of yer token to boardwalk? (grins) Whatever..... but it still translates into a possible lucky break for you.

(smiles cynically)

MAELSTROM: It's a pretty pathetic display, particularly for a.....

(gives a mocking expression as he does the quote thingie with his fingers)

MAELSTROM: "Champion"

(shakes his head disparagingly)

MAELSTROM: Hell Manson, for all yer incessant ramblings of superiority, one would think this is yer very first title! My advice to ya.... if ya REALLY want to be afforded a decent measure of credibility.... Forget all yer titles! Forget all yer conquests! Forget all the unspeakable acts ya continually boast about! FORGET ALL THAT cuz it's NOT anything special! Yer NOT the first, yer NOT the last, and yer certainly NOT the only one to claim or accomplish doin' all that! There's nothin' unique 'bout yer claims Manson, 'cept maybe for the interestin' way ya have of distortin' the truth and sidesteppin' reality.

(begins laughing faintly)

MAELSTROM: I suppose a mind could be a terrible thing to waste, but in yer case, it could be arguable. Yer quite a character Manson.... an' no matter how hard ya try, I can't bring myself to despise ya.....

(shakes his head in an exaggerated slow manner)

MAELSTROM: Every word ya utter only increases the pathos I have for yer relentless plight.... yer desperate need for recognition and acceptance.

(A cruel smile curls upon his lips)

MAELSTROM: ..... Recognize the reality that's approachin' and learn to accept its impendin', unforgivin' fate....

(A stoic glare ushers in a slow and mocking..... FADE OUT...)​

 

[Manson]

RE: Masquerading......

((FADEIN: Michael Manson in a long sleeved black shirt and jeans sits in an empty locker room with the title belt hanging off an empty locker.))

MANSON: I mentioned my longevity to prove the point that I don't need constant referrals to everything I've done the past so many years. If you really need to know, read the Bible and imagine someone doing the opposite.

But I've gone that extra length. I wanted to see if a Pandora Island existed. I went to libraries. I took a break from online porn to use search engines. I visited the finest universities and learning facilities the world over. I found him in the strip club across the street. But I have found a 100% pure blooded Pandorian. That's right, he imigrated to the US about 10 years looking for better work. Since he's developed a bad liver due to drinking and has fathered at least 8 children the last time he counted.

This man showed me where his island home would be on the map. Artifacts of his tribal ancestors and photographs of his extended family. He told me the history of the island and the development of man. He has instrcuted me on all the proper ways to be pandorian and to my amazement he claims to be circumcised, but not because its a tribe thing, but because he's so manly he did it himself.

((The locker room door slams open. Manson removes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. The camera pans to the open door. Then down...to TEMPEST..the exact duplicate of Maelstrom, except 1/8th his size and 8 times as husk and manly. He storms in and Manson hands him the pack. Tempest takes a cigarette and lights it with a lighter that says "F*** Capitalism" and then takes a MANLY drag of the cigarette.))

From now on, I'll know all your secrets Maelstrom. In fact, tempest is going to train me that I'll be as Pandorian as the next guy. Yer in fer it now padre, 'cause I found the most pandorian of all pandorians. Hell, he could be the Maksed Blazer under his mask. But rest assured, yer goin' to face the most dreaded Pandorian of all...an American Communist Pandorian...raised on cable television and the writings of the Maquis de Sade and Edgar Allan Poe. And if there's any problems, I always have Tempest watching my back.

((Manson lifts Tempest up toward the camera. He give a growl, then mocking grimaces in a manly beastial way at the camera. Then he swallows his still lit cigarette in a manly Pandorian way. He looks on...his chest hair still growing out in an impressive manly way...))

 

[JLebron]

Goin' the extra circumcised inch

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-24-02 AT 11:39 PM (EST)](FADE IN..... to a blank screen where we see Maelstrom's smiling image slowly materialize.....)

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MAELSTROM: That was quite a show ya put on Manson.... quite a show indeed. It's like I hinted at earlier... yer TRUE talent lies in amusin' the hell outta me and ya certainly outdid yerself today.

(begins laughing)

MAELSTROM: Ya best hang on to ol' Tempest though, cuz seein' as how yer own partner Blazer has apparently abandoned ya.... ya might just be needin' ol' Tempests assistance! It's ironic though.... the fact that ya dismiss the Pandorian threat, yet yer partner, Blazer, did all he could to become an honorary Pandorian some time ago. Hell, he was practically JC's BI(bleep)TCH at the time. Now ya got yerself another Pandorian, to help ya learn all 'bout someone ya claim to be superior to?! Question is, will you pay the same price Blazer did? Will ya become Tempest's BI(bleep)TCH?

(grins)

MAELSTROM: I mean, wasn't it YOU who boasted of goin' the extra mile..... doin' EVERYTHING ya had to do to get the job done? Doin' what others wouldn't dare to do to obtain their goal?

(winks)

MAELSTROM: Don't worry Manson, regardless of what vulgar, lecherous deeds Tempest may demand from ya for tappin' his invaluable Pandorian knowledge.... I won't be judgemental. Hell, go the extra circumcised inch, swallow as much knowledge as ya can. Fact of the matter is my new opinion of ya won't be much different from the original one......

(Laughter echoes throughout as Maelstrom's smiling image dissipates and we ..... FADE OUT....)​

 

[Vertigo]

Now Hold on...Feared and Revered?

(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting quietly in his house, on an old oaken chair.)

Golem: Heh heh heh. Manson, it's funny really. Again you recycle your old tripe and again it holds no bearing on me or Maelstrom or anyone. The only person who I think honestly believes the idiotic garbage you spew is Masked Blazer, because that man remains tucked behind your legs. I don't doubt that you have held titles...so have we. I don't doubt that you can do disturbing things...so have we. But, frankly, you merely think that the world is contoured to you and accuse Golem of having a skewed view of reality. You say I go around in endless feuds, but this, being my third match-up versus you, ties the most times I have ever fought another wrestler. And it's come in the span of at most two months. I guess Golem is just caught once more in that time warp where he is forced to relive history over and over again. Oh well, as far as history goes, it's been good to Golem. But you don't want to hear about that, of course. You're much more interested in the meaning of my name. Well, it's representative...you're such a complex fellow, I am sure you can effortlessly see through my simple Dungeons and Dragons charade while I take a break from hauling the Andes to Toledo. Oh wait, did I just steal all your material that you were going to say in your next interview? Maybe the reason you don't like continual feuds is because finding midgets and executing quasi-extreme acts are all that you are really capable of doing. I mean, you aren't as tough as Maelstrom and you aren't as good a wrestler as Golem with one arm, let's say the clawed one, tied behind his back, so what is it that you are good at? Comic relief? You spit your funny jokes, once, twice, easily three times over again before you move on to the next guy where the joke gets a mild adjustment and then works all over again. After all, all the wrestlers in GLCW besides you are goth monsters, what with our eyeliner that you insist we use and our scary names. Shame that I can't be Gaelic, like the crucifying paragon of evil, Michael Manson. What's in a name, Michael? The key to victory? Maybe you can train to be more tough with a midget, because, hey, that's funny AND evil! Two birds with one stone. Face it, Mike, old pal, you aren't capable of doing the things you say you can, the things that I actually am capable of. You would rather do your dance for the fans rather then actually hurt someone. The only people who fear and revere you, as you so eloquently put it, are the ingrates you actually believe you have even the slimmest chance on going through with one of your promises. I don't care what the fans think, whether they boo or now they cheer me, I go out and I do what Golem does best. I wrestle, battle, and ravage the best that the GLCW can send out against me. I readily assure you that you and Blazer have not the slightest chance in this match against us, and you guys were foolish to believe you ever did. You say Malec and Krusher never wanted to hire you...do I think Malec wanting to hire you? Yes, of course I do. Because, unlike Golem, you're a pretty little pony who looks very cute with the little title belt around his waist. You make them money and have yet to do anything even of remote importance. What have you done that is so foul? Highlighted bibles? Maybe you did interesting stuff in your past, but the past doesn't matter at all, right? All that matters are titles. Well, if all you use to judge people is title belts, I guess that makes The Jobber better than me right? Didn't I beat him? Yeah, I did...and, hey, your logic makes you better than Golem, which, frankly, isn't even close to reality. When I say reality, I am referring to the reality that I live in, which might just be a fantasy world, existing parallel to YOUR fantasy world. If you cut through promotions like the Black Death, and I fell you with little to no effort, does that mean I could also have cut through these nameless promotions? Since we are currently perfecting the art of self-gratification, I will say the answer is an absolute yes. But hey, maybe I wouldn't take the champion's title, because I felt so inclined, so my accomplishments would be worthless because Golem doesn't gauge himself on his weight in tin....all this, Manson, it is fantasy. Let me give you a dose of true and cold reality. You aren't Golem. You never have been as good a wrestler as Golem is. The reason you tear through leagues is because you are fighting talent inferior to Golem. You talk about how you save people from suicide because they'd have no one to hate without you, well, Golem has existed for a long time prior to Manson and he will exist for a long time after Manson. Spiritually, physically, and especially mentally, contrary to your opinion, Michael, Golem is simply better. You are little more than a obstacle on a true warrior's ascent to greatness. You aren't the peak, you're merely a foothold. I have fought people who would shame you in the ring and put them to shame. I have pillaged bodies like you have leagues. I have desecrated greater things than your simple eyes can comprehend, or want to comprehend, because they stretch beyond your simple understanding of the universe. Bring Tempest, Manson. Bring gasoline. Bring the Masked Blazer. Bring the Unholy Alliance. Bring all of the titles, the fear, the reverence...see if it means anything. See if you can change the Fates of last time. You won't burn me alive, Manson, you're kidding yourself if you think I will let you. I am not a nobody who crumbles unto the will of every egotistic Sadist who happens to have a long piece of gold and tin around his waist. I am Golem, a constant, who existed here, then, and forever after in the mind of a laughable jokester turned wicked fire starter with a thirst of iniquity. Want to shine yourself in my image, Manson? I wish you the kind of luck that only a extraordinarily well highlighted Bible can give you. But, hey...then you'll just go and do the opposite.

(Golem starts chuckling as the camera fades to black.)

 

[JonMayhew71]

Aren't we impressed? NOT!!!!!

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Nov-24-02 AT 11:56 PM (EST)]Cam fades into Wildside and Savage watching Cruise's first promo. They both look at each other then burst out laughing hysterically. After a moment, Wildside gets a serious look across his face as he stares into the camera.

WILDSIDE: (mockingly)".....It's real simple boys. Say what you want. Go where you want. Do what you want. All of it won't matter once it's gametime. but the question for you is....will you? Chew on that......" Obviously, boy, you've got a real mouth problem. The problem is, your mouth runs like a 85-year old woman on Ex-lax. Well, son, if you think you scare us, then think again!

SAVAGE: (mockingly)Ooooooh boss, I'm sooooo scared of Cruise....I can't stop my knees from-a-knockin'......(pauses) Cruise, you have to be absolutely dillusional. To think that you're gonna walk into the greatest organization in the world....Great Lakes Championship Wrestling.....and defeat someone of my caliber. You actually believe that you're going to debut in GLCW with a mark in the win column? Over me, Jon Savage? "The Future Great Lakes Heavyweight Champion" says NOT!

WILDSIDE: And the only "nots" there are going to be is the ones Savage puts on your head, Cruise. See, it's all about mind over matter.....we don't mind beatin' you like a yard dog cause' you don't matter! Get it, rookie?


SAVAGE: And Cam, remember, if you're gonna style like the big dogs.....cam shows Savage slowly removing his Foster Grant sunglasses and hooking them on his teeshirt then try to put in as much coooooool as possible, ok kid? Cruise, you're suffering from a disease where the only cure is to get the ever-livin' s*** kicked outta ya. Now I heard you invited some friends and family to watch me humiliate you. Well, Cruise, I'm gonna to enjoy every minute of beating you in front of your little friends. Then, after all's said and done, I'm going to enjoy humiliating you to teach you a lesson. You don't play with the big dogs when you're just a pup. And that's all you are, Cruise, a pup. A wet behind the ears greenhorn who isn't even worthy of being my dog's towel-boy. It's like the boss said, we don't mind beating you cause you don't matter.....

WILDSIDE: And I want you to do something for me, Mr. Cruise. After Savage wins our match, I want you to tell me how the view was from your back looking up at the lights. You can't beat a jumping piledriver, and you can't beat Savage.

At this point, Wildside and Savage walk away