PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
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WFW Great Expectations: Bloodhunt & Golem vs. Psycho & Noble Sheik
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The Tick Tock of the Clock is Painful...
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting in front a desk in a large room cluttered with books and bookshelves. Golem thumbs through a few random books in front of him before slowly turning his attention to the camera.)
Golem: Again. Again? Again. It seems that every time he turns around, Golem is in another tag team match up. I mean, it wasn't coincidence that I didn't ask to be in this tag team tournament. I am not exactly a tag team specialist. What am I, one and twenty in tag team matches? Of course, any peon could notice that I have yet to really be the cause of any of those losses, yet losses they remain. I read the brackets, of course. I am a fan of reading, always have been. I noticed the Bloodhunt and Southern pairing and I was quite impressed. Wait, no, disinterested...I was disinterested. But, I digress. Apparently, Southern doesn't like tag matches, either, because he dropped Bloodhunt like a brick and decided to forego the tournament. Not a horrible decision. So, the brass went to the back and put their heads together. They thought, and thought, and thought some more. And then, in their infinite wisdom, they decided, "Oh, we don't know. Just throw Golem in there, he's always good for a chuckle." Now, normally, this would trigger an anger reflex in me, but this instance actually is kind of funny. It seems Bloodhunt, boosted by his recent victory of Felix Red and his new pairing with Golem, has been bumped up to the number one seed, one of the few wise things the people in WFW have ever done. Well, the number one seed faces the number sixteen seed. I check the number sixteen seed before I decide to tear apart the offer and just skip the match, and you know who I find? The man who injured the animal and the man who released him once more. You see, I have been lying to you all. But, of course, I don't care about that. I have been lying to myself. In the match versus Psycho, Golem gave every ounce of himself. He fed himself to that match and still came up short. And Golem was a wounded animal, not fully healed physically but also not fully healed mentally. I began to hold back in my matches, embarrassed that I might once more try my damndest and still fail. And then, just recently, I had another tag team match with Noble Sheik. Not against Noble Sheik, but ironically with Noble Sheik. And what happened before I got started? Noble Sheik stole away my opportunity to hurt these men. And then, it clicked. I was doing the same thing. I was defeating myself before giving me a chance to win. And then, I realized what had previously known. Winning and losing doesn't matter. All that matters is that, in the end, I get to shove my claw down someone's throat and get to enjoy them squirming in pain. Something I never got to do to Psycho. Something I plan to rectify at the upcoming event. You see, Golem has great expectations as well. He expects to kill two birds with one stone. Psycho, you made a pretty grievous error in ever getting on my bad side. Title, no title, tag match, no tag match, I am going to get to you and I am going to end what you thought you ended. Golem is certainly beginning to get up in age and all that is left for him to do in this career is to leave a lasting mark. Victories come and go, but serious injuries can last. And if it is all I can do to make people remember my name, Golem is going to run roughshod through the WFW, paying back old debts and making new ones for the fun it. So far, Bloodhunt, you haven't done anything to irritate me. I am hoping you can ride the success from the last event and not immediately lose this event. Maybe that is asking too much, and it probably is, but if we lose, so be it. I am still going to have my fun. By crook...(looks at his Claw)...or by hook.
(Golem loudly cracks his neck as the camera fades to black.)
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting in front a desk in a large room cluttered with books and bookshelves. Golem thumbs through a few random books in front of him before slowly turning his attention to the camera.)
Golem: Again. Again? Again. It seems that every time he turns around, Golem is in another tag team match up. I mean, it wasn't coincidence that I didn't ask to be in this tag team tournament. I am not exactly a tag team specialist. What am I, one and twenty in tag team matches? Of course, any peon could notice that I have yet to really be the cause of any of those losses, yet losses they remain. I read the brackets, of course. I am a fan of reading, always have been. I noticed the Bloodhunt and Southern pairing and I was quite impressed. Wait, no, disinterested...I was disinterested. But, I digress. Apparently, Southern doesn't like tag matches, either, because he dropped Bloodhunt like a brick and decided to forego the tournament. Not a horrible decision. So, the brass went to the back and put their heads together. They thought, and thought, and thought some more. And then, in their infinite wisdom, they decided, "Oh, we don't know. Just throw Golem in there, he's always good for a chuckle." Now, normally, this would trigger an anger reflex in me, but this instance actually is kind of funny. It seems Bloodhunt, boosted by his recent victory of Felix Red and his new pairing with Golem, has been bumped up to the number one seed, one of the few wise things the people in WFW have ever done. Well, the number one seed faces the number sixteen seed. I check the number sixteen seed before I decide to tear apart the offer and just skip the match, and you know who I find? The man who injured the animal and the man who released him once more. You see, I have been lying to you all. But, of course, I don't care about that. I have been lying to myself. In the match versus Psycho, Golem gave every ounce of himself. He fed himself to that match and still came up short. And Golem was a wounded animal, not fully healed physically but also not fully healed mentally. I began to hold back in my matches, embarrassed that I might once more try my damndest and still fail. And then, just recently, I had another tag team match with Noble Sheik. Not against Noble Sheik, but ironically with Noble Sheik. And what happened before I got started? Noble Sheik stole away my opportunity to hurt these men. And then, it clicked. I was doing the same thing. I was defeating myself before giving me a chance to win. And then, I realized what had previously known. Winning and losing doesn't matter. All that matters is that, in the end, I get to shove my claw down someone's throat and get to enjoy them squirming in pain. Something I never got to do to Psycho. Something I plan to rectify at the upcoming event. You see, Golem has great expectations as well. He expects to kill two birds with one stone. Psycho, you made a pretty grievous error in ever getting on my bad side. Title, no title, tag match, no tag match, I am going to get to you and I am going to end what you thought you ended. Golem is certainly beginning to get up in age and all that is left for him to do in this career is to leave a lasting mark. Victories come and go, but serious injuries can last. And if it is all I can do to make people remember my name, Golem is going to run roughshod through the WFW, paying back old debts and making new ones for the fun it. So far, Bloodhunt, you haven't done anything to irritate me. I am hoping you can ride the success from the last event and not immediately lose this event. Maybe that is asking too much, and it probably is, but if we lose, so be it. I am still going to have my fun. By crook...(looks at his Claw)...or by hook.
(Golem loudly cracks his neck as the camera fades to black.)
Great Expectations...Indeed
---{{{A loud wicked cackle can be heard as Psycho limps before a WFW banner and sits in a steel folding chair. His ribs and back are heavily taped and his shoulder is hung in a sling. Yet he stares ahead with a nasty smug smile under his mask}}}---
Psycho: Excuses...excuses...excuses. Listen to you Golem ranting on and on about how you going to do this and your going to do that. You've got excuses for your terrible losing record in tag-team matches. You've got even more excuses for losing a match to me and ALL the others. You said this whole match was an afterthought...well it's the only thing you got right.
---{{{He points at the camera}}}---
Psycho: YOU ARE AN AFTERTHOUGHT!!!!!!!!!!! I remember our match. I remember it well. I called you out. I called you a washed up has been and then I went out and beat you exactly as I said I would.
---{{{He hooks his finger mocking Golem's Claw}}}---
Psycho: BIG DEAL!!!!!!!!!!! I heard you make the same hollow threat then and it didn't make a DAMN bit of a difference. I beat you then...HELL I'll do it again. I mean look at me. I had two cracked ribs before my last match even started. I took EVERYTHING Dan Ryan had to dish out and he still needed his B***H to get the job done. No excuses though...I lost that match. Yet I told Dan Ryan this was war and losing a battle doesn't matter to me. In fact at the end of the night I gave him one of the biggest IED's wrestling has ever seen, but yet here I am ready for more.
---{{{He pauses for a moment and then chuckles softly}}}---
Psycho: But I'm not like you Golem. I'm not going to sit there like a bad comic book villain and promise revenge. I'm not going to make idle threats that will NEVER come true. Hell you could sit there stroking a cat for all I care and it would just mean I'm staring a two fur covered PU**IES!!!!!!!!!!!! No Golem your not just an afterthought for the WFW and your one for me too.
---{{{He points downward}}}---
Psycho: This match...this tournament...it really doesn't mean much to me. Sure I might get a chance to bleed you and Bloodhunt dry with a madman like Noble Sheik in my corner. Hell i could go on and be a WFW triple crown winner, But you’re just a small distraction for what will really happen that night. Forget your plans of revenge Golem. I don't care...Bloodhunt doesn't care, Sheik doesn't care and NOBODY WATCHING YOU EVEN GIVES A DAMN!!!!!!!!!!
---{{{He points a crooked finger at the camera and shows a reaction to severe pain as he stands up}}}---
Psycho: I've got something planned that will make people take notice. I've got something planned that will change lives and careers. All you got are some regret's and apparently wasted ring time as you’re still carving out a legacy for yourself.
---{{{He slowly walks forward and his voice lowers}}}---
Psycho: I on the other hand Golem. You saw the last Main Event. You saw what I did to Dan Ryan...what I did to my own body. Everyone is wondering...guessing...even scarred of what I might not just do to them, but to myself. Well Golem...Come Great Expectations....your just going to have to sit back like all the rest and enjoy my show.
---{{{He let's loose a loud sadistic laugh}}}---
Psycho: After all...You had your time
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---{{{A loud wicked cackle can be heard as Psycho limps before a WFW banner and sits in a steel folding chair. His ribs and back are heavily taped and his shoulder is hung in a sling. Yet he stares ahead with a nasty smug smile under his mask}}}---
Psycho: Excuses...excuses...excuses. Listen to you Golem ranting on and on about how you going to do this and your going to do that. You've got excuses for your terrible losing record in tag-team matches. You've got even more excuses for losing a match to me and ALL the others. You said this whole match was an afterthought...well it's the only thing you got right.
---{{{He points at the camera}}}---
Psycho: YOU ARE AN AFTERTHOUGHT!!!!!!!!!!! I remember our match. I remember it well. I called you out. I called you a washed up has been and then I went out and beat you exactly as I said I would.
---{{{He hooks his finger mocking Golem's Claw}}}---
Psycho: BIG DEAL!!!!!!!!!!! I heard you make the same hollow threat then and it didn't make a DAMN bit of a difference. I beat you then...HELL I'll do it again. I mean look at me. I had two cracked ribs before my last match even started. I took EVERYTHING Dan Ryan had to dish out and he still needed his B***H to get the job done. No excuses though...I lost that match. Yet I told Dan Ryan this was war and losing a battle doesn't matter to me. In fact at the end of the night I gave him one of the biggest IED's wrestling has ever seen, but yet here I am ready for more.
---{{{He pauses for a moment and then chuckles softly}}}---
Psycho: But I'm not like you Golem. I'm not going to sit there like a bad comic book villain and promise revenge. I'm not going to make idle threats that will NEVER come true. Hell you could sit there stroking a cat for all I care and it would just mean I'm staring a two fur covered PU**IES!!!!!!!!!!!! No Golem your not just an afterthought for the WFW and your one for me too.
---{{{He points downward}}}---
Psycho: This match...this tournament...it really doesn't mean much to me. Sure I might get a chance to bleed you and Bloodhunt dry with a madman like Noble Sheik in my corner. Hell i could go on and be a WFW triple crown winner, But you’re just a small distraction for what will really happen that night. Forget your plans of revenge Golem. I don't care...Bloodhunt doesn't care, Sheik doesn't care and NOBODY WATCHING YOU EVEN GIVES A DAMN!!!!!!!!!!
---{{{He points a crooked finger at the camera and shows a reaction to severe pain as he stands up}}}---
Psycho: I've got something planned that will make people take notice. I've got something planned that will change lives and careers. All you got are some regret's and apparently wasted ring time as you’re still carving out a legacy for yourself.
---{{{He slowly walks forward and his voice lowers}}}---
Psycho: I on the other hand Golem. You saw the last Main Event. You saw what I did to Dan Ryan...what I did to my own body. Everyone is wondering...guessing...even scarred of what I might not just do to them, but to myself. Well Golem...Come Great Expectations....your just going to have to sit back like all the rest and enjoy my show.
---{{{He let's loose a loud sadistic laugh}}}---
Psycho: After all...You had your time
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(FADEIN: Bloodhunt standing in front of a limo that is an exact replica of the limo JFK was riding in when he was shot to death in Dallas. Bloodhunt is wearing a black "Headshot" T-Shirt and snow camo pants.)
BLOODHUNT: "Golem, I'm not worried about you, you seem like a man who'll do his part, I'll tag you, you'll tag me, things will work out. It's simple."
"Pyscho, I hear you talking about how little this matters to you, that's fine, people have different points of view on different issues, you want to do other things, that's fine, I suggest then that you don't show up."
"When you show up disinterested and less then caring you get sloppy, you make mistakes...You let down your guard..."
"Think of that problem, what it means to you, when you don't bring the A-Game to an event...(smiles) bad things happen...Things go south quickly...You end up looking like Clint Hill...(Bloodhunt walks to the back of the limo, he hops up on the back bumper.) the only one to react, but still far to late...You're the iconic symbol of failure, of ineffectiveness, futility at it's finest, flailing at the wife of the President of the United States...And either meekly getting a hand on her and pushing her back into a car, a car that's such a safe place to be that merely seconds before, her husband's head was blown apart, and the man sitting in front of him suffered near fatal wounds as well."
"Or you didn't even touch her, she merely returned to the back seat of her own will, because she did what see sought to do when she crawled on the back of this limo, that being, to gather up a piece of her husband's brain."
"That's you Pyscho, half assing it, not being up to the challenge, and blindsided by the horrific events that you didn't expect. Left to forever wonder what would have happened if you had really had your head in the game, maybe you coulda gotten there, maybe instead of dealing with Jackie Kennedy, you could have been saving the POTUS himself...You could have been a national hero, an icon...But instead, you failed, just because you didn't focus."
"But the worst part about it for you, is that you're NOT going to be Clint Hill, you're not going to be one of those statues that stood by...No, you're sitting right here...(Bloodhunt hops into the back seat of the car.) You're the POTUS himself, the man who was in danger, the man who was clueless to that danger, and paid the ultimate price...But for you Pyscho, it won't be back and to the left...(Bloodhunt throws himself back against the back of the seat, before falling over. Then gets back up into a seated position) but rather, it will be up...And then DOWN...From the HEADSHOT...And just like the Presidency of JFK...Once the HEADSHOT hits...The match...WILL BE OVER."
(FADEOUT)
BLOODHUNT: "Golem, I'm not worried about you, you seem like a man who'll do his part, I'll tag you, you'll tag me, things will work out. It's simple."
"Pyscho, I hear you talking about how little this matters to you, that's fine, people have different points of view on different issues, you want to do other things, that's fine, I suggest then that you don't show up."
"When you show up disinterested and less then caring you get sloppy, you make mistakes...You let down your guard..."
"Think of that problem, what it means to you, when you don't bring the A-Game to an event...(smiles) bad things happen...Things go south quickly...You end up looking like Clint Hill...(Bloodhunt walks to the back of the limo, he hops up on the back bumper.) the only one to react, but still far to late...You're the iconic symbol of failure, of ineffectiveness, futility at it's finest, flailing at the wife of the President of the United States...And either meekly getting a hand on her and pushing her back into a car, a car that's such a safe place to be that merely seconds before, her husband's head was blown apart, and the man sitting in front of him suffered near fatal wounds as well."
"Or you didn't even touch her, she merely returned to the back seat of her own will, because she did what see sought to do when she crawled on the back of this limo, that being, to gather up a piece of her husband's brain."
"That's you Pyscho, half assing it, not being up to the challenge, and blindsided by the horrific events that you didn't expect. Left to forever wonder what would have happened if you had really had your head in the game, maybe you coulda gotten there, maybe instead of dealing with Jackie Kennedy, you could have been saving the POTUS himself...You could have been a national hero, an icon...But instead, you failed, just because you didn't focus."
"But the worst part about it for you, is that you're NOT going to be Clint Hill, you're not going to be one of those statues that stood by...No, you're sitting right here...(Bloodhunt hops into the back seat of the car.) You're the POTUS himself, the man who was in danger, the man who was clueless to that danger, and paid the ultimate price...But for you Pyscho, it won't be back and to the left...(Bloodhunt throws himself back against the back of the seat, before falling over. Then gets back up into a seated position) but rather, it will be up...And then DOWN...From the HEADSHOT...And just like the Presidency of JFK...Once the HEADSHOT hits...The match...WILL BE OVER."
(FADEOUT)
The NOBLE SHEIK
League Member
(Fadein: The Noble Sheik stands in front of a WFW Great Expectations banner.His taped hands still rife with John Doe's clotted blood.Strangely composed as he speaks)
{{CUEUP:"Black Sabbath"-Black Sabbath}}
SHEIK:.....(long,deep sigh)....Golom...Golom...Golom...You sad little muppet...You can wail and rue our last meeting in the ring but you cannot say you weren't warned.
I warned you that no matter how many people they put between us,John Doe and I had unsettled business and business would come first....
I warned you not to get between a dog and his meat.....
I warned you of the great and terrible fate at hand......
And in my benevolence I offered you a sacrifice by which you did the RIGHT thing....
{{CutTo: Slow-motion Video from Merrython with Golom and his claw down Pulsar's throat and blood coming from Pulsar's mouth}}
Sheik: ...and STILL you are not happy.No...Golom was not the center of attention on this glorious night...but he was successfull....and he was WARNED!!!
And now Golom wants to look a gift horse in the mouth.Golom wants a match with the one who made all this happen for him...Very well then...But know this my friend...it is a pale,pale horse you stare at this time and THIS TIME IT MEANS YOU!!!! And when all is said and done...your warning shall be your mourning.
This time I'll give you something to cry ABOUT.....
This time I have a partner who apperently is NOT AFRAID of SUCCESS....and does not cry over the process....
Psycho....I'm not very much for tag-team competition myself....but do your part as I have seen you can,and I shall do mine.Together we shall harvest the WFW titles and the rest shall REAP the WHIRLWIND!!!! I have nothing but respect for your abillities...respect mine and WFW will quake in awe...
Bloodhunt....poor man....it should appear that you shall have to walk this lonesome valley by yourself....pity you....pity you....
{{CUEUP:"Black Sabbath"-Black Sabbath}}
SHEIK:.....(long,deep sigh)....Golom...Golom...Golom...You sad little muppet...You can wail and rue our last meeting in the ring but you cannot say you weren't warned.
I warned you that no matter how many people they put between us,John Doe and I had unsettled business and business would come first....
I warned you not to get between a dog and his meat.....
I warned you of the great and terrible fate at hand......
And in my benevolence I offered you a sacrifice by which you did the RIGHT thing....
{{CutTo: Slow-motion Video from Merrython with Golom and his claw down Pulsar's throat and blood coming from Pulsar's mouth}}
Sheik: ...and STILL you are not happy.No...Golom was not the center of attention on this glorious night...but he was successfull....and he was WARNED!!!
And now Golom wants to look a gift horse in the mouth.Golom wants a match with the one who made all this happen for him...Very well then...But know this my friend...it is a pale,pale horse you stare at this time and THIS TIME IT MEANS YOU!!!! And when all is said and done...your warning shall be your mourning.
This time I'll give you something to cry ABOUT.....
This time I have a partner who apperently is NOT AFRAID of SUCCESS....and does not cry over the process....
Psycho....I'm not very much for tag-team competition myself....but do your part as I have seen you can,and I shall do mine.Together we shall harvest the WFW titles and the rest shall REAP the WHIRLWIND!!!! I have nothing but respect for your abillities...respect mine and WFW will quake in awe...
Bloodhunt....poor man....it should appear that you shall have to walk this lonesome valley by yourself....pity you....pity you....
Doomed to repeat
---{{{A rhythmic hammering noise can be heard as the camera opens upon Psycho sitting before a WFW banner. In front of him upon a makeshift wooden desk he pounds his infamous fork up and down}}}---
Psycho: You know not very much impresses me. Certainly not Golem. Then...well then there's you Bloodhunt. Once more we are taken down conspiracy row with another trip back to Dallas. Me...Well I roll my eyes. Seriously...I do
---{{{He rolls his eyes while dropping his fork}}}---
Psycho: Cause I heard it all before. I know there's probably a point you’re trying to make....and the gesture is nice. Yet as I told Mr. Barlow...my High School history teacher....I just don't care. I'm sure you'll go on and on about how I need to learn from my past mistakes. Like all people need to, but I don't care. There was no second gunmen. The magic bullet can be scientific re-enacted. Don't you ever watch the discovery channel?
---{{{He shrugs his shoulders}}}---
Psycho: The whole subject just bores me and at his point even Oliver Stone wouldn't care. Some of us saw Alexander.
---{{{He points a finger at the camera}}}---
Psycho: Just think about this for a second. Listen and learn to something current. Golem won't have your back. You heard the man. His career is fading, time is passing him by. He's desperately trying to hold onto something...anything to cement his legacy. So much so that he's pinning his hopes and dreams on a tag-team match. That he's only in because Shane southern couldn't be bothered to waste his time. Does that build your confidence at all?
---{{{He flashes a crooked smile}}}---
Psycho: Here you are coming off a huge match with Felix Red and you’re asking me to not half-ass it? Yet just how are you going to feel when that bell rings and your staring in your corner at Clawed and Flawed himself.
---{{{He slowly picks the bloody fork back up in his hand}}}---
Psycho: Yet standing in the corner across from you will be two lunatics. TWO CERTIFIED MNAICS!!!!!!!!! Neither who care for history, or gold or maybe even their own well-being. Just two cold blooded freaks who don't give a damn. Because I said earlier not much impresses me, but watching Noble Sheik in his last match. Tear a page from my own book and stab poor John Doe in the face.
---{{{He grins and nods his head}}}---
Psycho: Now that...that bought a smile to my face. And come Great Expectations...the two of us are going to be on the same page. No ego...no quest...just an absolute thirst for blood. You call yourself Bloodhunt, I've been on one of those in the WFW for over two years. Come Great Expectations...not only will Golem get the same treatment I gave him before.
---{{{He points a crooked finger at the camera}}}---
Psycho: But you'll be the most apprioptely named victim I've ever faced. And if you want to try and teach me some sort of history lesson?...Then I invite you to try
---{{{He let's loose a loud sadistic laugh, turns his back and walks away}}}---
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---{{{A rhythmic hammering noise can be heard as the camera opens upon Psycho sitting before a WFW banner. In front of him upon a makeshift wooden desk he pounds his infamous fork up and down}}}---
Psycho: You know not very much impresses me. Certainly not Golem. Then...well then there's you Bloodhunt. Once more we are taken down conspiracy row with another trip back to Dallas. Me...Well I roll my eyes. Seriously...I do
---{{{He rolls his eyes while dropping his fork}}}---
Psycho: Cause I heard it all before. I know there's probably a point you’re trying to make....and the gesture is nice. Yet as I told Mr. Barlow...my High School history teacher....I just don't care. I'm sure you'll go on and on about how I need to learn from my past mistakes. Like all people need to, but I don't care. There was no second gunmen. The magic bullet can be scientific re-enacted. Don't you ever watch the discovery channel?
---{{{He shrugs his shoulders}}}---
Psycho: The whole subject just bores me and at his point even Oliver Stone wouldn't care. Some of us saw Alexander.
---{{{He points a finger at the camera}}}---
Psycho: Just think about this for a second. Listen and learn to something current. Golem won't have your back. You heard the man. His career is fading, time is passing him by. He's desperately trying to hold onto something...anything to cement his legacy. So much so that he's pinning his hopes and dreams on a tag-team match. That he's only in because Shane southern couldn't be bothered to waste his time. Does that build your confidence at all?
---{{{He flashes a crooked smile}}}---
Psycho: Here you are coming off a huge match with Felix Red and you’re asking me to not half-ass it? Yet just how are you going to feel when that bell rings and your staring in your corner at Clawed and Flawed himself.
---{{{He slowly picks the bloody fork back up in his hand}}}---
Psycho: Yet standing in the corner across from you will be two lunatics. TWO CERTIFIED MNAICS!!!!!!!!! Neither who care for history, or gold or maybe even their own well-being. Just two cold blooded freaks who don't give a damn. Because I said earlier not much impresses me, but watching Noble Sheik in his last match. Tear a page from my own book and stab poor John Doe in the face.
---{{{He grins and nods his head}}}---
Psycho: Now that...that bought a smile to my face. And come Great Expectations...the two of us are going to be on the same page. No ego...no quest...just an absolute thirst for blood. You call yourself Bloodhunt, I've been on one of those in the WFW for over two years. Come Great Expectations...not only will Golem get the same treatment I gave him before.
---{{{He points a crooked finger at the camera}}}---
Psycho: But you'll be the most apprioptely named victim I've ever faced. And if you want to try and teach me some sort of history lesson?...Then I invite you to try
---{{{He let's loose a loud sadistic laugh, turns his back and walks away}}}---
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The NOBLE SHEIK
League Member
...and the truly sad part is...
{SnapIn-Sheik stands in front of a WFW Great Expectations banner.A wry smile etched in his face as he nods appreciately.He is dressed in his wrestling gear with long flowing headdress.His taped hands still stained in blood.Wearing a tee-shirt turned inside out with 3 block lettered words and a circle and a red slash through not distinguishing enough to read.A fork in his right hand as he excitedly starts to speak}
Sheik: Now THAT'S what I'm talking about;you fuzzy little muppet.It seems that the subject of History dominates the stage we set ourselves on.Anyone living and breathing knows MY history...a History of mayhem unknown to wrestling but a successfull history notwithstanding...Anyone living and breathing knows Psycho's history...a history of dominance at all costs...and an equally successfull history.
Golom....let's take a look at history...do you honestly expect to re-write history?
{CueUp: From Merrython: Sheik shoves Golom aside like an afterthought before tearing into John Doe}
I shall prey upon you like the gorilla and the lugage commercial and when it is all
over this...
{Falls to a fetal position holding up a deformed claw}
...is all that history will show for poor....poor Golom.
{Slowly rising to his feet as he speaks}
And Bloodhunt....I...NEVER...do...ANYTHING...half-hearted.If it's blood you seek,then blood you shall have.You love to revisit tragic history...look no further then our friendly local graveyard and the carrers I buried there...look no further than the reaction of the "old guard" at Merrython when my name appeared on a locker room door...LOOK NO FURTHER THAN ACROSS THE RING AT GREAT EXPECTATIONS!!!....LOOK INTO YOUR GRIM,TRAGIC HISTORY AS IT UNFOLDS RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES!!!
Millions of people die each year from the same callous disregard you show for life and your respective carrers.They get hit by trucks,struck by lightning,run over by trains,choke on their meals,it goes on and on...but the story is the same...play with fire and you get burned...Though history plainly shows the consequences of such actions some people simply must tempt fate ,must ignore history...there is no conspiracy to it at all....merely contempt for fate...contempt for history...
Fate has a way of meeting one halfway....and the sad part is...it is not fate that chose you...yet like moths to a flame you two choose it.So as you two stare into history...come face to face with fate...you've noone to blame but yourselves!
{Looks down at tee-shirt and back to camera}
...and this...this is fate's messenger...all in good time...all in good time....
{CutOut}
{SnapIn-Sheik stands in front of a WFW Great Expectations banner.A wry smile etched in his face as he nods appreciately.He is dressed in his wrestling gear with long flowing headdress.His taped hands still stained in blood.Wearing a tee-shirt turned inside out with 3 block lettered words and a circle and a red slash through not distinguishing enough to read.A fork in his right hand as he excitedly starts to speak}
Sheik: Now THAT'S what I'm talking about;you fuzzy little muppet.It seems that the subject of History dominates the stage we set ourselves on.Anyone living and breathing knows MY history...a History of mayhem unknown to wrestling but a successfull history notwithstanding...Anyone living and breathing knows Psycho's history...a history of dominance at all costs...and an equally successfull history.
Golom....let's take a look at history...do you honestly expect to re-write history?
{CueUp: From Merrython: Sheik shoves Golom aside like an afterthought before tearing into John Doe}
I shall prey upon you like the gorilla and the lugage commercial and when it is all
over this...
{Falls to a fetal position holding up a deformed claw}
...is all that history will show for poor....poor Golom.
{Slowly rising to his feet as he speaks}
And Bloodhunt....I...NEVER...do...ANYTHING...half-hearted.If it's blood you seek,then blood you shall have.You love to revisit tragic history...look no further then our friendly local graveyard and the carrers I buried there...look no further than the reaction of the "old guard" at Merrython when my name appeared on a locker room door...LOOK NO FURTHER THAN ACROSS THE RING AT GREAT EXPECTATIONS!!!....LOOK INTO YOUR GRIM,TRAGIC HISTORY AS IT UNFOLDS RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES!!!
Millions of people die each year from the same callous disregard you show for life and your respective carrers.They get hit by trucks,struck by lightning,run over by trains,choke on their meals,it goes on and on...but the story is the same...play with fire and you get burned...Though history plainly shows the consequences of such actions some people simply must tempt fate ,must ignore history...there is no conspiracy to it at all....merely contempt for fate...contempt for history...
Fate has a way of meeting one halfway....and the sad part is...it is not fate that chose you...yet like moths to a flame you two choose it.So as you two stare into history...come face to face with fate...you've noone to blame but yourselves!
{Looks down at tee-shirt and back to camera}
...and this...this is fate's messenger...all in good time...all in good time....
{CutOut}
Insolence isn't a City in Kansas...
(Cue Up: "The Day the World Went Away" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting alone in a dark room.)
Golem: It's always the same thing, isn't it, Psycho? You always have the same stupid things to say. About how you are such a maniac, about how you are so dangerous, about how everyone should fear you. You glamorize yourself as some kind of great wrestler and believe that everything hinges on you. What from my entire speech sounded at all like I was banking a lot on this tag team match? Do you have listening problems? Attention problems? Something? Apparently, since I need to reiterate, this is just step one. The reappearance of the one they call Golem. I don't care if I win. I don't care if I lose. I started to get too entangled in the whole idea of being a winner. It blinded me from the real mission: to hurt people. Not pseudo-angry "fight because I get paid off" like Noble Sheik. But actually fighting for the thrill of fighting. The thirst to hurt, to feel alive as strain every muscle in my body to inflict as much punishment as I can. Maybe I am not the young force I once was. Maybe matches take me a little longer to heal than they once did. I don't believe I am as decrepit as Noble Sheik, but time will tell that. Psycho, I know not to bank too much on tag team matches. You shouldn't either. Every tag team match I can remember has ended with you lying on your back. Noble Sheik has he finally has a capable partner....that's the silliest thing I have ever heard. Psycho has the attention span and intellectual capacity of a four year old and he can't seem to grasp the concept of tag team wrestling. I am not sure if Bloodhunt is impressed by the fact that you attended, possibly even graduated from high school. Or if he was impressed by the fact that you have watched the Discovery Channel. Personally, I am not. It is blind narcissism by you to believe that I enter this match with anything more than the interest in hurting you. Granted, I will take more pleasure in hurting the pair of you more than the average two, but it won't re-invent my career. It will be stage one of many. Some wins, some losses, most probably tag team matches that I neither ask for nor comprehend, but all equally glorious for what they will accomplish. I have no glorious plans for revenge. I don't hate you anymore than I hate Anarky for beating before, or Manson for beating me before, and anyone else. I don't understand your hostility, Psycho. It wasn't too long ago that LOVEAG was on its way to ruling the world. For whatever reason, that fell through and now you are busy hyping your newest little cohort. The man who shall prey upon like a gorilla preys on luggage, ya know, like in that commercial...whatever that means. Noble Sheik, you actually include cut scenes of our match of you pushing me in the back like it proves something. All it did was confuse me. That's really all you ever do. You aren't dangerous. You're delirious. You threaten to harm me the way the average man chokes on his meals. That isn't meant to be an insult; it's simply repeating what you said. You claim that me punishing Pulsar is a gift horse given to me by YOU? What did you do to accomplish it? I beat the hell out of Pulsar because I am better than Pulsar. I don't downplay what you did to John Doe...except that it was John Doe. Ironically, the man whose trademark is his ability to forget himself actually knows something useful. So you beat him up for Sean Edmunds. Does that make you a psycho? A maniac? Or just another hired goon? You're worthless, Noble Sheik. You are just poorer version of Golem. You are Golem if Golem hit his head really hard and lost all his intelligence and wrestling skills. You seem to have the same desire to hurt as I do, but judging from last week, I question whether it is real or just a facade. Yes, Psycho, you beat me once. And yes, Noble Sheik, you hurt John Doe. But, in the end, you will find yourselves staring headlong at the one they call Golem, and you shall be little more than sheep to the slaughter. I will take everything you can give me, and I will return it to you in glorious excess. You pretend to be apathetic, Psycho, but that is a half-truth. You are just plain pathetic.
(Fade to black.)
(Cue Up: "The Day the World Went Away" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting alone in a dark room.)
Golem: It's always the same thing, isn't it, Psycho? You always have the same stupid things to say. About how you are such a maniac, about how you are so dangerous, about how everyone should fear you. You glamorize yourself as some kind of great wrestler and believe that everything hinges on you. What from my entire speech sounded at all like I was banking a lot on this tag team match? Do you have listening problems? Attention problems? Something? Apparently, since I need to reiterate, this is just step one. The reappearance of the one they call Golem. I don't care if I win. I don't care if I lose. I started to get too entangled in the whole idea of being a winner. It blinded me from the real mission: to hurt people. Not pseudo-angry "fight because I get paid off" like Noble Sheik. But actually fighting for the thrill of fighting. The thirst to hurt, to feel alive as strain every muscle in my body to inflict as much punishment as I can. Maybe I am not the young force I once was. Maybe matches take me a little longer to heal than they once did. I don't believe I am as decrepit as Noble Sheik, but time will tell that. Psycho, I know not to bank too much on tag team matches. You shouldn't either. Every tag team match I can remember has ended with you lying on your back. Noble Sheik has he finally has a capable partner....that's the silliest thing I have ever heard. Psycho has the attention span and intellectual capacity of a four year old and he can't seem to grasp the concept of tag team wrestling. I am not sure if Bloodhunt is impressed by the fact that you attended, possibly even graduated from high school. Or if he was impressed by the fact that you have watched the Discovery Channel. Personally, I am not. It is blind narcissism by you to believe that I enter this match with anything more than the interest in hurting you. Granted, I will take more pleasure in hurting the pair of you more than the average two, but it won't re-invent my career. It will be stage one of many. Some wins, some losses, most probably tag team matches that I neither ask for nor comprehend, but all equally glorious for what they will accomplish. I have no glorious plans for revenge. I don't hate you anymore than I hate Anarky for beating before, or Manson for beating me before, and anyone else. I don't understand your hostility, Psycho. It wasn't too long ago that LOVEAG was on its way to ruling the world. For whatever reason, that fell through and now you are busy hyping your newest little cohort. The man who shall prey upon like a gorilla preys on luggage, ya know, like in that commercial...whatever that means. Noble Sheik, you actually include cut scenes of our match of you pushing me in the back like it proves something. All it did was confuse me. That's really all you ever do. You aren't dangerous. You're delirious. You threaten to harm me the way the average man chokes on his meals. That isn't meant to be an insult; it's simply repeating what you said. You claim that me punishing Pulsar is a gift horse given to me by YOU? What did you do to accomplish it? I beat the hell out of Pulsar because I am better than Pulsar. I don't downplay what you did to John Doe...except that it was John Doe. Ironically, the man whose trademark is his ability to forget himself actually knows something useful. So you beat him up for Sean Edmunds. Does that make you a psycho? A maniac? Or just another hired goon? You're worthless, Noble Sheik. You are just poorer version of Golem. You are Golem if Golem hit his head really hard and lost all his intelligence and wrestling skills. You seem to have the same desire to hurt as I do, but judging from last week, I question whether it is real or just a facade. Yes, Psycho, you beat me once. And yes, Noble Sheik, you hurt John Doe. But, in the end, you will find yourselves staring headlong at the one they call Golem, and you shall be little more than sheep to the slaughter. I will take everything you can give me, and I will return it to you in glorious excess. You pretend to be apathetic, Psycho, but that is a half-truth. You are just plain pathetic.
(Fade to black.)
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(FADEIN: Black and white photos of JFK's limo, after the shooting, in route to Parkland Hospital.)
(CUTTO: Bloodhunt sitting on a bar stool, wearing a Ben Gordon #7 Bulls top and desert camo pants.)
BLOODHUNT: "Sheik and Pyscho, you two amaze me. Really, it's just the same thing from two different mouths, about how Golem sucks. About how I'm in trouble."
"Let me make this clear to you, having your security sit around and do nothing for nearly 10 seconds while a withering volley of bullets rain down upon the open toppped car you're in is being in trouble, fighting two overconfident no-names who's idea of a promo is to talk about pain, is what I get paid to do."
"Golem as best I can figure doesn't want to make a 3rd enemy here, so he'll do his job, which is more then enough for us to win, because really, while I do enjoy the finer points of studying the frames of the Zapruder film, and try to understand why the WTC looked like it imploded, I still have some understanding of reality, a concept which has clearly passed the two of you by."
"The Magic Bullet can be re-enacted, please show me. (Smiles) Posner and the mainstream media love to bring this up, they claim they can show it all. But they always in the end cheat, they move Connally here, Kennedy there, and the reaction times...Why is Kennedy already clutching at his throat, clearly reacting to having been shot while Connally is clearly reacting to the gunshots, trying to see what's going on, if the President has been hit, and then, moments later, does he react. He himself went to his grave somehow convinced that both Oswald had killed Kennedy, and that he had in fact, not been struck by the shot that first hit Kennedy.
Of course all this means nothing, my opponents as a while know nothing of the assassination of JFK, they reflexively reply "Oswald acted alone". It has all the surprise of Shane Southern's opponent attacking his knee.
Pyscho, let me make this clear to you...You don't get it, and you most likely never will. All you're doing with every word you spit out of your stupid mouth is further make me hope that you're the unlucky one who's left in the ring when it's time for this match to end, that it's you that I scoop up onto my shoulders, that it's you that crashes to the mat head first, that your limp, lifeless body is the one I pin to the mat as the ref offically ends the match with three strikes to the mat.
When it comes to you, a beating, short of murder could do you quite a bit of good...And I intend on giving it to you.
(FADEOUT)
(CUTTO: Bloodhunt sitting on a bar stool, wearing a Ben Gordon #7 Bulls top and desert camo pants.)
BLOODHUNT: "Sheik and Pyscho, you two amaze me. Really, it's just the same thing from two different mouths, about how Golem sucks. About how I'm in trouble."
"Let me make this clear to you, having your security sit around and do nothing for nearly 10 seconds while a withering volley of bullets rain down upon the open toppped car you're in is being in trouble, fighting two overconfident no-names who's idea of a promo is to talk about pain, is what I get paid to do."
"Golem as best I can figure doesn't want to make a 3rd enemy here, so he'll do his job, which is more then enough for us to win, because really, while I do enjoy the finer points of studying the frames of the Zapruder film, and try to understand why the WTC looked like it imploded, I still have some understanding of reality, a concept which has clearly passed the two of you by."
"The Magic Bullet can be re-enacted, please show me. (Smiles) Posner and the mainstream media love to bring this up, they claim they can show it all. But they always in the end cheat, they move Connally here, Kennedy there, and the reaction times...Why is Kennedy already clutching at his throat, clearly reacting to having been shot while Connally is clearly reacting to the gunshots, trying to see what's going on, if the President has been hit, and then, moments later, does he react. He himself went to his grave somehow convinced that both Oswald had killed Kennedy, and that he had in fact, not been struck by the shot that first hit Kennedy.
Of course all this means nothing, my opponents as a while know nothing of the assassination of JFK, they reflexively reply "Oswald acted alone". It has all the surprise of Shane Southern's opponent attacking his knee.
Pyscho, let me make this clear to you...You don't get it, and you most likely never will. All you're doing with every word you spit out of your stupid mouth is further make me hope that you're the unlucky one who's left in the ring when it's time for this match to end, that it's you that I scoop up onto my shoulders, that it's you that crashes to the mat head first, that your limp, lifeless body is the one I pin to the mat as the ref offically ends the match with three strikes to the mat.
When it comes to you, a beating, short of murder could do you quite a bit of good...And I intend on giving it to you.
(FADEOUT)
Therapy
(The empty arena beckons as Psycho stands backstage at Great Expectations. the crowd is just starting to file in as he stares intently at his four corners of freedom. a familiar sinister laugh echo's off the cold cement walls and he stares intently at he camera)
Psycho: I come here backstage before every match and do the same ritual. I stare down at that ring and it brings the only calm I've felt for the last two weeks. Why? Because that's where I can be me. That's were I can let my true nature come. In normal society I can't, but here I can.
---{{{He flashes a crooked smile}}}---
Psycho: Golem, you ask why I talk about violence, about being dangerous, about pushing the limits. THAT'S WHAT I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Out on the street you stab some poor bastard in the forehead with a fork...they put you in jail.
---{{{He points to the ring}}}---
Psycho: Out there...PEOPLE CHEER ME FOR IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not because they like me, but because they ARE like me....they like the violence. Drop some poor bastard on his head on the street...he goes to the hospital...I get arrested...AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!
---{{{He points to the ring}}}---
Psycho: In there....the fans point and laugh as you walk around dizzy. Smash some fool over the back with a steel chair....on the street...I'm charged with assault.
---{{{He points tot he ring}}}---
Psycho: In there...to those people...well its standard fare.
---{{{He pats himself on the chest}}}---
Psycho: For me its therapy...a release from having to listen to one more lecture from you and Bloodhunt. That's what I get from wrestling. That's what I need....Hello....I'M PSYCHO!!! You...what do you want?
---{{{He shrugs his shoulders}}}---
Psycho: I don't know...I don't care. You’re a run-on sentence of double talk and reinterpation. You made excuses for your failure, said you were going to rectify that problem, and now you come and give us more excuses of what you’ll do when you MIGHT fail again. Come on Golem...I thought the mind was the second thing to go, but you still have all you hair.
---{{{He shakes his head and despair}}}---
Psycho: Yet none of it really matters does it? This is just another meaningless tag-team match...right? That's what you said? Just another meaningless tag-team matches an event you openly admit failure in. Well good Golem...I'm glad you can admit your failure. For while my record in these matches might not be great...It's damn near stunning when your on the opposing team. So keep that thought in mind Golem, for when Sheik and I defeat you tonight...you...and this match will once again be meaningless
---{{{He pauses and scratches his head}}}---
Psycho: Does that make you feel as confident Bloodhunt? Your own partner views this as just another meaningless match. Here you are coming off a big victory with Felix red and the best they can do is stick you with this fossil. You know...I'd half expect that when golem leads to your downfall tonight. You might just cry conspiracy.
---{{{He smiles and chuckles to himself}}}---
Psycho: That is if you can ever get over Kennedy. And you answer your magic bullet question...here you go.
---{{{He holds up a video tape from behind his back}}}---
Psycho: There you go Bloodhunt...Unsolved History...episode forty-five...Beyond the Magic Bullet. I'll leave it by your dressing room door and you can watch it in your spare time after Shiek and I defeat the two of you tonight. Because unlike your partner...this isn't just another meaningless tag-team match to me.
---{{{He points to his chest and then to the ring}}}---
Psycho: For me....this is my life...this is my desire...HELL ITS MY THERAPY!!!!!!!!!!!
---{{{From off camera a voice can be heard}}}---
Voice: PSYCHO!!!!!!!!!!!!
---{{{He wields defensively and looks in the voices direction as Noble Sheik walks into picture}}}---
Sheik: Are you ready to do this tonight?
---{{{Psycho stares coldly at his partner as he pulls the infamous fork from his boot}}}---
Psycho: I couldn't think of anything better to do
---{{{The Sheik produces his own fork}}}---
Sheik: Neither can I.
---{{{The two stare at the camera and laugh coldly}}}---
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(The empty arena beckons as Psycho stands backstage at Great Expectations. the crowd is just starting to file in as he stares intently at his four corners of freedom. a familiar sinister laugh echo's off the cold cement walls and he stares intently at he camera)
Psycho: I come here backstage before every match and do the same ritual. I stare down at that ring and it brings the only calm I've felt for the last two weeks. Why? Because that's where I can be me. That's were I can let my true nature come. In normal society I can't, but here I can.
---{{{He flashes a crooked smile}}}---
Psycho: Golem, you ask why I talk about violence, about being dangerous, about pushing the limits. THAT'S WHAT I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Out on the street you stab some poor bastard in the forehead with a fork...they put you in jail.
---{{{He points to the ring}}}---
Psycho: Out there...PEOPLE CHEER ME FOR IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not because they like me, but because they ARE like me....they like the violence. Drop some poor bastard on his head on the street...he goes to the hospital...I get arrested...AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!
---{{{He points to the ring}}}---
Psycho: In there....the fans point and laugh as you walk around dizzy. Smash some fool over the back with a steel chair....on the street...I'm charged with assault.
---{{{He points tot he ring}}}---
Psycho: In there...to those people...well its standard fare.
---{{{He pats himself on the chest}}}---
Psycho: For me its therapy...a release from having to listen to one more lecture from you and Bloodhunt. That's what I get from wrestling. That's what I need....Hello....I'M PSYCHO!!! You...what do you want?
---{{{He shrugs his shoulders}}}---
Psycho: I don't know...I don't care. You’re a run-on sentence of double talk and reinterpation. You made excuses for your failure, said you were going to rectify that problem, and now you come and give us more excuses of what you’ll do when you MIGHT fail again. Come on Golem...I thought the mind was the second thing to go, but you still have all you hair.
---{{{He shakes his head and despair}}}---
Psycho: Yet none of it really matters does it? This is just another meaningless tag-team match...right? That's what you said? Just another meaningless tag-team matches an event you openly admit failure in. Well good Golem...I'm glad you can admit your failure. For while my record in these matches might not be great...It's damn near stunning when your on the opposing team. So keep that thought in mind Golem, for when Sheik and I defeat you tonight...you...and this match will once again be meaningless
---{{{He pauses and scratches his head}}}---
Psycho: Does that make you feel as confident Bloodhunt? Your own partner views this as just another meaningless match. Here you are coming off a big victory with Felix red and the best they can do is stick you with this fossil. You know...I'd half expect that when golem leads to your downfall tonight. You might just cry conspiracy.
---{{{He smiles and chuckles to himself}}}---
Psycho: That is if you can ever get over Kennedy. And you answer your magic bullet question...here you go.
---{{{He holds up a video tape from behind his back}}}---
Psycho: There you go Bloodhunt...Unsolved History...episode forty-five...Beyond the Magic Bullet. I'll leave it by your dressing room door and you can watch it in your spare time after Shiek and I defeat the two of you tonight. Because unlike your partner...this isn't just another meaningless tag-team match to me.
---{{{He points to his chest and then to the ring}}}---
Psycho: For me....this is my life...this is my desire...HELL ITS MY THERAPY!!!!!!!!!!!
---{{{From off camera a voice can be heard}}}---
Voice: PSYCHO!!!!!!!!!!!!
---{{{He wields defensively and looks in the voices direction as Noble Sheik walks into picture}}}---
Sheik: Are you ready to do this tonight?
---{{{Psycho stares coldly at his partner as he pulls the infamous fork from his boot}}}---
Psycho: I couldn't think of anything better to do
---{{{The Sheik produces his own fork}}}---
Sheik: Neither can I.
---{{{The two stare at the camera and laugh coldly}}}---
<FTB>