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TV Title Match: The Jobber vs. Golem
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(Cue up "The Magnificent Seven" by the Clash.)
(Fade into the Jobber's compound, living room, Jobber, title, couch, camera, lets roll.)
The Jobber: Here we are again, same faces different paths, different situations. You are no longer looking to avenge a loss, no longer trying to prove you could hang with me. Now I am left trying to show a new audience that I'm not simply the king of the bottom of the barrell, but that I truly did defeat the best in this sport during my two year unbeaten run.
I've run through everyone GLCW has put before me since our last meeting. Jared Poe, Sean Edmunds, and the rest of the laughable challengers to my title have all ended up looking at the lights. All of them driven into the mat and kept there. You on the other hand haven't had as much success. Michael Manson has run circles around you, retaining his title and making you look like a fool. Any of the respect you gained in our match is gone. The fans can't look at you and see you as a worthy challenger to me, they simply look at this match as my chance to prove that your win was a fluke.
This mindset belittles your win even more. You're left in a match where you must prove yourself once again, even after beating me the last time. It can't feel good to tell yourself that you aren't a failure in the mind of everyone watching you, when you know they see you as one. It can't feel good to be in the same position you were months ago. Once again you are the over hyped, undertalented blow hard who has simply failed whenever he has been given a shot to reach the top. Once again you must wonder if you are good enough, if your talents are what even you thought they were.
Myself, I haven't had a set back since our match Golem. I haven't had to doubt my talents for more than five minutes. I've just refocused since then, and Golem I almost have to thank you. You ended my complecancy. You made me realize I could no longer coast through this industry, and that frankly that isn't how I want to wrestle. I forgot about the enjoyment I got from showing a man up, from proving my talent, and from the competition. You woke me up, and have led to the shadow of the Jobber that had been wrestling for so long to be replaced by my entire essence. You recommitted me to the game, something that wouldn't have happened for as long as I didn't lose decisively.
And now, I must show myself that is was simply my non interest that caused my loss. That my loss to you was not due to some physical lacking, but simply that I was no longer interested in the game.
This is my chance not just to put you down at the bottom with the rest of the former challengers to the Television title, and with you old friend... It will make it that much more enjoyable.
Sure I enjoyed destroying the chances of Jared Poe. Hell, the second time was all the more sweet. I enjoyed taking down Sean Edmunds, and showing him to be a fraud, a paper legend/tiger/champion/what have you. But Golem, since we share a history it will be so much better. So come Massive Assault, you will not face the same opponent you faced in the tournament. You won't face the same person you faced the first time, you will face me at the top of my game, at the top of my taining, and at the peak of concentration. I will be there for the love of it, and for revenge.
I won't allow my title to slip away, and I won't allow my chances in the world title scene slip away. At the same time, I won't be a springboard for you to get back to Michael Manson just to fail again. You will fall before me Golem, you won't get any closer to the Television title as you did the World title. You will fail again Golem, and you will prove to the fans that you are nothing.
(Fade out)
(Cue up "The Magnificent Seven" by the Clash.)
(Fade into the Jobber's compound, living room, Jobber, title, couch, camera, lets roll.)
The Jobber: Here we are again, same faces different paths, different situations. You are no longer looking to avenge a loss, no longer trying to prove you could hang with me. Now I am left trying to show a new audience that I'm not simply the king of the bottom of the barrell, but that I truly did defeat the best in this sport during my two year unbeaten run.
I've run through everyone GLCW has put before me since our last meeting. Jared Poe, Sean Edmunds, and the rest of the laughable challengers to my title have all ended up looking at the lights. All of them driven into the mat and kept there. You on the other hand haven't had as much success. Michael Manson has run circles around you, retaining his title and making you look like a fool. Any of the respect you gained in our match is gone. The fans can't look at you and see you as a worthy challenger to me, they simply look at this match as my chance to prove that your win was a fluke.
This mindset belittles your win even more. You're left in a match where you must prove yourself once again, even after beating me the last time. It can't feel good to tell yourself that you aren't a failure in the mind of everyone watching you, when you know they see you as one. It can't feel good to be in the same position you were months ago. Once again you are the over hyped, undertalented blow hard who has simply failed whenever he has been given a shot to reach the top. Once again you must wonder if you are good enough, if your talents are what even you thought they were.
Myself, I haven't had a set back since our match Golem. I haven't had to doubt my talents for more than five minutes. I've just refocused since then, and Golem I almost have to thank you. You ended my complecancy. You made me realize I could no longer coast through this industry, and that frankly that isn't how I want to wrestle. I forgot about the enjoyment I got from showing a man up, from proving my talent, and from the competition. You woke me up, and have led to the shadow of the Jobber that had been wrestling for so long to be replaced by my entire essence. You recommitted me to the game, something that wouldn't have happened for as long as I didn't lose decisively.
And now, I must show myself that is was simply my non interest that caused my loss. That my loss to you was not due to some physical lacking, but simply that I was no longer interested in the game.
This is my chance not just to put you down at the bottom with the rest of the former challengers to the Television title, and with you old friend... It will make it that much more enjoyable.
Sure I enjoyed destroying the chances of Jared Poe. Hell, the second time was all the more sweet. I enjoyed taking down Sean Edmunds, and showing him to be a fraud, a paper legend/tiger/champion/what have you. But Golem, since we share a history it will be so much better. So come Massive Assault, you will not face the same opponent you faced in the tournament. You won't face the same person you faced the first time, you will face me at the top of my game, at the top of my taining, and at the peak of concentration. I will be there for the love of it, and for revenge.
I won't allow my title to slip away, and I won't allow my chances in the world title scene slip away. At the same time, I won't be a springboard for you to get back to Michael Manson just to fail again. You will fall before me Golem, you won't get any closer to the Television title as you did the World title. You will fail again Golem, and you will prove to the fans that you are nothing.
(Fade out)
Hmm, Say You Destiny?
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting on his balcony, looking out over the dark night.)
Golem: Oh ho, Jobber, it's good to hear your voice once again. And it's good to wrestle an opponent who understands mind games. Granted, you play them poorer than I would hope, but still, poor attempts at unhinging Golem is better than no attempt at all. Do you honestly think I am wondering whether or not I can beat Jobber? Do you honestly see Golem as that moronic? I know I can beat you, much the way I know I can beat Manson, Poe, and anyone else in this league. Let's suppose that the fans support in me has weakened from my temporary inability to take the belt from Manson. I doubt it has, but even it has, so what? I have survived without them for a long time. You know, the only reason anyone started liking me in the first place is because they hate you more. You know why? Because they could understand why I was on the top of this league. I got there by beating the top talent in this league, like you, Mr. Television Champion. Maybe I didn't get the job done versus Manson, but why have they given me three tries to your one? Perhaps because, first off, I beat you, so honestly who could you have beaten recently? Not me, not Maelstrom, not Manson. I also hold a disqualification win over Manson, a match that I wasn't going to ever end on my back. And in the triple threat match, I was merely distracted eliminating Poe. Hell, to keep me down, it took him a total of three Sweet Dreams. I escaped Tourniquet. I took everything Manson could throw at me. But, alas, I didn't win. Real shame, I know, but hey, even Golem can take a humbling now and again. It will just give me more reason to pick up you, Jobber, to shut up the doubters. I don't care if they doubt me, no, but I still get pleasure from shutting up pathological idiots such as yourself. Sure, you've had time to rebuild your trademark overconfidence against Jarod Poe and Sean Edmunds. Hell, I had time to beat Poe in the meantime of my match versus Manson. I suppose you could say we have a history, so perhaps this match will matter good and well for you. But, to me, I don't see what we have as a history. We have history. You got lucky once, a long time ago. Afterwards, I proved that your old win meant nothing. I guess you get a similar try right now, but you approach things differently. You have already convinced yourself that this match is yours to win. But, if you truly believe that, then why do you say that you can prove that it was your own disinterest....you know, old friend, Golem doesn't believe that you really trust your own words. It's just false bravado, isn't it? You don't know what happened...sure, your explanation makes sense, but then, why did you let yourself drift into relative obscurity after the match? What were you searching for? Answers? Perhaps, you needed to recondition, refocus, and then, when you felt you were ready, retry versus the Golem. Sure, you coasted into the TV title by beating nobodies, while Golem stayed at the top of the league. As Manson "ran circles around me" as you absurdly claim, you beat people like Angel Castillo and Sean Edmunds. Every now and then, things just kind of slip away. Titles, chances...life is funny like that, eh Jobber, old boy? I have fell you before, we both now that I have a good chance to fall you again. Can I lose? Of course I can, you are as skilled a wrestler as there is here. Hell, I hope you can succeed where Golem failed, and take the title from Manson. Then I will be able to take it from you. You see, as good as you are, at the top of your game, I am just as good. You'll understand that after our matches. Golem will give it everything he has, and I expect you will do the very same. No excuses after this one. The Jobber...this is the rubber match, the third and hopefully our final fight for a while, and it's right there that we will see who is the better man. Golem will do all the things you hate to imagine, Jobber...beat you, take your title, your pride, and use your name to make him sound oh so much better. Considering no one but Manson has beaten me, I think I have a fair chance in this match. Meanwhile, you've also only lost to one person here in GLCW...same person who is the only man to hold a victory over Manson...who is that, Jobber? Oh yeah...that's right...
(Golem smiles as the camera fades to black.)
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting on his balcony, looking out over the dark night.)
Golem: Oh ho, Jobber, it's good to hear your voice once again. And it's good to wrestle an opponent who understands mind games. Granted, you play them poorer than I would hope, but still, poor attempts at unhinging Golem is better than no attempt at all. Do you honestly think I am wondering whether or not I can beat Jobber? Do you honestly see Golem as that moronic? I know I can beat you, much the way I know I can beat Manson, Poe, and anyone else in this league. Let's suppose that the fans support in me has weakened from my temporary inability to take the belt from Manson. I doubt it has, but even it has, so what? I have survived without them for a long time. You know, the only reason anyone started liking me in the first place is because they hate you more. You know why? Because they could understand why I was on the top of this league. I got there by beating the top talent in this league, like you, Mr. Television Champion. Maybe I didn't get the job done versus Manson, but why have they given me three tries to your one? Perhaps because, first off, I beat you, so honestly who could you have beaten recently? Not me, not Maelstrom, not Manson. I also hold a disqualification win over Manson, a match that I wasn't going to ever end on my back. And in the triple threat match, I was merely distracted eliminating Poe. Hell, to keep me down, it took him a total of three Sweet Dreams. I escaped Tourniquet. I took everything Manson could throw at me. But, alas, I didn't win. Real shame, I know, but hey, even Golem can take a humbling now and again. It will just give me more reason to pick up you, Jobber, to shut up the doubters. I don't care if they doubt me, no, but I still get pleasure from shutting up pathological idiots such as yourself. Sure, you've had time to rebuild your trademark overconfidence against Jarod Poe and Sean Edmunds. Hell, I had time to beat Poe in the meantime of my match versus Manson. I suppose you could say we have a history, so perhaps this match will matter good and well for you. But, to me, I don't see what we have as a history. We have history. You got lucky once, a long time ago. Afterwards, I proved that your old win meant nothing. I guess you get a similar try right now, but you approach things differently. You have already convinced yourself that this match is yours to win. But, if you truly believe that, then why do you say that you can prove that it was your own disinterest....you know, old friend, Golem doesn't believe that you really trust your own words. It's just false bravado, isn't it? You don't know what happened...sure, your explanation makes sense, but then, why did you let yourself drift into relative obscurity after the match? What were you searching for? Answers? Perhaps, you needed to recondition, refocus, and then, when you felt you were ready, retry versus the Golem. Sure, you coasted into the TV title by beating nobodies, while Golem stayed at the top of the league. As Manson "ran circles around me" as you absurdly claim, you beat people like Angel Castillo and Sean Edmunds. Every now and then, things just kind of slip away. Titles, chances...life is funny like that, eh Jobber, old boy? I have fell you before, we both now that I have a good chance to fall you again. Can I lose? Of course I can, you are as skilled a wrestler as there is here. Hell, I hope you can succeed where Golem failed, and take the title from Manson. Then I will be able to take it from you. You see, as good as you are, at the top of your game, I am just as good. You'll understand that after our matches. Golem will give it everything he has, and I expect you will do the very same. No excuses after this one. The Jobber...this is the rubber match, the third and hopefully our final fight for a while, and it's right there that we will see who is the better man. Golem will do all the things you hate to imagine, Jobber...beat you, take your title, your pride, and use your name to make him sound oh so much better. Considering no one but Manson has beaten me, I think I have a fair chance in this match. Meanwhile, you've also only lost to one person here in GLCW...same person who is the only man to hold a victory over Manson...who is that, Jobber? Oh yeah...that's right...
(Golem smiles as the camera fades to black.)
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(Cue up "The Bend Before the Break" by the River City Rebels)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia compound, same living room, Jobber, TV title, etc. I hate stage directions.)
The Jobber: Oh Golem, how easy it is to miscontrue the events of the past. To say that I'm some rambling idiot because while you failed to take Manson's title on two occasions you are somehow greater because of those failings than me because I was thrown the riff raff of the wrestling world.
Victories are victories, and for you Golem, failures are simply failures. That "win" you have against Manson is hardly a win over Manson. You didn't prove yourself to be the better man, you didn't humble him, you didn't do anything. But I humbled my opponents. They came to the GLCW, and into our title match with so much confidence, so much spirit, only to be crushed. Quasi stars like Sean Edmunds down to nobodies like the Wolf, all of them, all of them have fallen. The nothings, the wolves, the angels, they've all been humbled just as the Poes and the Edmunds have. Every opponent who has come for my title has gone down. And Golem, you are no more the Quasi star than Sean Edmunds.
You've gotten some semblence of a victory over Michael Manson, and now you think you've actually accomplished something in your career of failures and dissapointments. Now you are in another situation where you could finally accomplish something. You could prove yourself as a top tier talent, as one of the big guns in GLCW, instead of just the guy who was thrown in front of Manson while Maelstrom geared up. Will this be your big triumph? Or will you simply choke.
Golem, I don't intend to be the first person to surrender a win of any importance to you. I gave you credibility once, and Golem I'm just going to have to be an Indian giver because the fact you in some meaningless match took a streak of 2 and 1/2 year away from me, it just sickens me. It woke me up Golem. I've said so many times that I'm not the shadow of myself that I was when I faced you in the tournament. I just can't state that enough, because Golem, you rekindled my desire, you awoke my drive, and you made me what I was at the peak of my career.
But of course I'm just another idiot in your mind Golem. You said it yourself. In between rants about how damned overconfident I am, and how it'll lead to my downfall and all that jazz, you state that I'm just another idiot. The irony was delicious Golem. Saying how I'm overconfident, but then saying I'm just another idiot, from the same mold as someone like Castillo or the Wolf.
You say after our first match I drifted into obscurity, but where were you Golem, what were you doing? I continued to win after that, but I never saw you on the way, not for two years. I'm not sure how that doesn't equate to trip to the town of obscurity, but I don't really care. No matter where we spent out time between encounters, I became lazy and disinterested yet still almost put you away. If you want your almosts with Michael Manson to count, then surely your near loss to my shadow also does.
Can you lose? Of course you can. But can you win the big one? Can you win the slightly smaller big one? Or were you simply born to continously drop the big one and just come "that" close. So Golem, if you are so confident that I am so overconfident, so confident that I am such an idiot, and so confident that you can win a big back in GLCW, then it shouldn't be a problem. A man who has beaten you in the past, and when he could barely be bother to show up for the match still took you to the limit, that man will obviously provide you with no challenge. He's just overconfident. His career of accomplishments has obviously not afforded him the right to have confidence, because his talent level is just clearly below you, a man who has accomplished nothing.
But of course, sarcasm is just so much anger pushed through a tiny hole. This is all just talk, yours mine, and talk is the brewing of cockyness, overconfidence, whatever. In the ring we will see which man had a fluke win, and which is truly deserving, and this time, this time I will be prepared.
(Fade out)
(Cue up "The Bend Before the Break" by the River City Rebels)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia compound, same living room, Jobber, TV title, etc. I hate stage directions.)
The Jobber: Oh Golem, how easy it is to miscontrue the events of the past. To say that I'm some rambling idiot because while you failed to take Manson's title on two occasions you are somehow greater because of those failings than me because I was thrown the riff raff of the wrestling world.
Victories are victories, and for you Golem, failures are simply failures. That "win" you have against Manson is hardly a win over Manson. You didn't prove yourself to be the better man, you didn't humble him, you didn't do anything. But I humbled my opponents. They came to the GLCW, and into our title match with so much confidence, so much spirit, only to be crushed. Quasi stars like Sean Edmunds down to nobodies like the Wolf, all of them, all of them have fallen. The nothings, the wolves, the angels, they've all been humbled just as the Poes and the Edmunds have. Every opponent who has come for my title has gone down. And Golem, you are no more the Quasi star than Sean Edmunds.
You've gotten some semblence of a victory over Michael Manson, and now you think you've actually accomplished something in your career of failures and dissapointments. Now you are in another situation where you could finally accomplish something. You could prove yourself as a top tier talent, as one of the big guns in GLCW, instead of just the guy who was thrown in front of Manson while Maelstrom geared up. Will this be your big triumph? Or will you simply choke.
Golem, I don't intend to be the first person to surrender a win of any importance to you. I gave you credibility once, and Golem I'm just going to have to be an Indian giver because the fact you in some meaningless match took a streak of 2 and 1/2 year away from me, it just sickens me. It woke me up Golem. I've said so many times that I'm not the shadow of myself that I was when I faced you in the tournament. I just can't state that enough, because Golem, you rekindled my desire, you awoke my drive, and you made me what I was at the peak of my career.
But of course I'm just another idiot in your mind Golem. You said it yourself. In between rants about how damned overconfident I am, and how it'll lead to my downfall and all that jazz, you state that I'm just another idiot. The irony was delicious Golem. Saying how I'm overconfident, but then saying I'm just another idiot, from the same mold as someone like Castillo or the Wolf.
You say after our first match I drifted into obscurity, but where were you Golem, what were you doing? I continued to win after that, but I never saw you on the way, not for two years. I'm not sure how that doesn't equate to trip to the town of obscurity, but I don't really care. No matter where we spent out time between encounters, I became lazy and disinterested yet still almost put you away. If you want your almosts with Michael Manson to count, then surely your near loss to my shadow also does.
Can you lose? Of course you can. But can you win the big one? Can you win the slightly smaller big one? Or were you simply born to continously drop the big one and just come "that" close. So Golem, if you are so confident that I am so overconfident, so confident that I am such an idiot, and so confident that you can win a big back in GLCW, then it shouldn't be a problem. A man who has beaten you in the past, and when he could barely be bother to show up for the match still took you to the limit, that man will obviously provide you with no challenge. He's just overconfident. His career of accomplishments has obviously not afforded him the right to have confidence, because his talent level is just clearly below you, a man who has accomplished nothing.
But of course, sarcasm is just so much anger pushed through a tiny hole. This is all just talk, yours mine, and talk is the brewing of cockyness, overconfidence, whatever. In the ring we will see which man had a fluke win, and which is truly deserving, and this time, this time I will be prepared.
(Fade out)