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WFW Merrython: Golem/Noble Shiek vs. John Doe/Pulsar
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John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
FADEIN…
WFW Backdrop
DOE:
“Stuck on the wrong side of the fence, once again. Thus I hate it know, I hate being the idiot, hate being the clown, and yet I am stuck with three morons, one my partner two my enemies. And a man that is consider some sort of legend. With a name that is less legendary to me then my own fricken life.”
“But it doesn’t just end there, no no no, it goes further on to a place we all know as WFW#. It goes beyond my own enemies, but my own god forsaken partner….Pulsar?”
“PULSAR?!?”
“Honestly, I hate this company from time to time, I hate the matches, I hate the wrestlers, and I hate useless matches that do nothing more than piss me off.”
“But wait there’s more!”
“We got Golem, who has yet to show his face in WFW. Yet to prove he is worthy, and once more, yet to prove he is actually a wrestler. But hey is WFW wants to be a god forsaken freak show so be it. Last thing I want to be involved with is a CIRCUS.”
“And for the hell of it, lets have Rocko Daymon where clown suit! Do you interview you candidates before handing out jobs? Does this company have qualifications? The Nobel Shiek?”
“More like the Noble ****”
“And yet there is nothing Nobel about him. Maybe his idiocy or stupidity, and once more, the question remains, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE!?!”
“I was tolled the title of this company is Worlds FINEST Wrestling, not Worlds Finest Weridos. Listen up Nobel Golem. You will see a true wrath before you.”
“Hell, it may all have to come to be to purify this company to make it not a god damn carnival. Even if that means making you two end up in the ER.”
“So let us just talk straight here, and let me put it out in the open, Pulser stay the hell out of my way, and the other two idiots involved, prepare to be destroyed. It’s not all fun and games here, it’s all personal”
FADEOUT
WFW Backdrop
DOE:
“Stuck on the wrong side of the fence, once again. Thus I hate it know, I hate being the idiot, hate being the clown, and yet I am stuck with three morons, one my partner two my enemies. And a man that is consider some sort of legend. With a name that is less legendary to me then my own fricken life.”
“But it doesn’t just end there, no no no, it goes further on to a place we all know as WFW#. It goes beyond my own enemies, but my own god forsaken partner….Pulsar?”
“PULSAR?!?”
“Honestly, I hate this company from time to time, I hate the matches, I hate the wrestlers, and I hate useless matches that do nothing more than piss me off.”
“But wait there’s more!”
“We got Golem, who has yet to show his face in WFW. Yet to prove he is worthy, and once more, yet to prove he is actually a wrestler. But hey is WFW wants to be a god forsaken freak show so be it. Last thing I want to be involved with is a CIRCUS.”
“And for the hell of it, lets have Rocko Daymon where clown suit! Do you interview you candidates before handing out jobs? Does this company have qualifications? The Nobel Shiek?”
“More like the Noble ****”
“And yet there is nothing Nobel about him. Maybe his idiocy or stupidity, and once more, the question remains, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE!?!”
“I was tolled the title of this company is Worlds FINEST Wrestling, not Worlds Finest Weridos. Listen up Nobel Golem. You will see a true wrath before you.”
“Hell, it may all have to come to be to purify this company to make it not a god damn carnival. Even if that means making you two end up in the ER.”
“So let us just talk straight here, and let me put it out in the open, Pulser stay the hell out of my way, and the other two idiots involved, prepare to be destroyed. It’s not all fun and games here, it’s all personal”
FADEOUT
The NOBLE SHEIK
League Member
Fade in soft red light "Black Sabbath" in background,Sheik softly illuminated:
Sheik: It seems that our dear boy John Doe has had a lapse of memory---Allow me to introduce myself...I AM THE NOBLE SHEIK......WHO THE HELL ARE YOU??? Oh yes...I forgot....YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE,DO YOU? ALL THE MORE CONVENIENT FOR THE WAY I SHALL LEAVE YOU,AS A VAGUELY RECOGNIZEABLE PILE OF QUIVERING FLESH.....THEN....maybe THEN you will realize WHO I WAS.....and be halfway home to who I AM!!!!!!
Allow me to give you a clue....10 years ago I was the single most feared and hated creature ever to step foot in a ring...while YOU were sneaking downstairs on a Saturday morning in your Mighty Mouse Underoos;sucking your THUMB,and watching Hulk Hogan's Rock-and-Wrassling....JUST DREAMING YOU COULD be ME WHEN YOU GREW UP!!!!
I was the photo beside the Webster's Definition of Incarnate EVIL!!!
....Then something got in the way....
....Then SOMEONE got in the way.....
....Then there was you.....
Oh...just for fun I'll let you figure that one out....your favorite plaything in that asylum.....till it seems I just was not DEAD enough to the world for SOMEONE......
....if you learn nothing else in your resonably short existance Mr. Doe...
know this.....CHILDREN SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS!!!!!!!
As far as unfinished business goes...you ARE just a JOHN DOE....a dear
JOHN DOE LETTER to a LIFE STRIPPED FROM ME THAT I SHALL RECLAIM!!
....you are merely FIRST......
...AND as for YOU.....YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.....YES YOU!!!! I HOPE YOU WATCH VERYCAREFULLY because what comes NEXT IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!!...
....this one's for you.......
Fade out:
Sheik: It seems that our dear boy John Doe has had a lapse of memory---Allow me to introduce myself...I AM THE NOBLE SHEIK......WHO THE HELL ARE YOU??? Oh yes...I forgot....YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE,DO YOU? ALL THE MORE CONVENIENT FOR THE WAY I SHALL LEAVE YOU,AS A VAGUELY RECOGNIZEABLE PILE OF QUIVERING FLESH.....THEN....maybe THEN you will realize WHO I WAS.....and be halfway home to who I AM!!!!!!
Allow me to give you a clue....10 years ago I was the single most feared and hated creature ever to step foot in a ring...while YOU were sneaking downstairs on a Saturday morning in your Mighty Mouse Underoos;sucking your THUMB,and watching Hulk Hogan's Rock-and-Wrassling....JUST DREAMING YOU COULD be ME WHEN YOU GREW UP!!!!
I was the photo beside the Webster's Definition of Incarnate EVIL!!!
....Then something got in the way....
....Then SOMEONE got in the way.....
....Then there was you.....
Oh...just for fun I'll let you figure that one out....your favorite plaything in that asylum.....till it seems I just was not DEAD enough to the world for SOMEONE......
....if you learn nothing else in your resonably short existance Mr. Doe...
know this.....CHILDREN SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS!!!!!!!
As far as unfinished business goes...you ARE just a JOHN DOE....a dear
JOHN DOE LETTER to a LIFE STRIPPED FROM ME THAT I SHALL RECLAIM!!
....you are merely FIRST......
...AND as for YOU.....YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.....YES YOU!!!! I HOPE YOU WATCH VERYCAREFULLY because what comes NEXT IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!!...
....this one's for you.......
Fade out:
John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
FADEIN…..
(Cue Up: “Simon Says” By Pharoahe Monch)
DOE:
“Yes, TEN years ago you were feared, TEN years ago you were hated, today…..you are pitiful. TODAY, you are nothing. Nothing more than a faint, forgotten image. A man nobody knows about, and if they do, they don’t care for. Man with his mental clock ten years back, thinking he is still in his prime.”
“Well, let me tell you this Shiek, after this match, you will leave the same impression you did when you came in….nothing.. Utter less sounds of nothing. No cheer, no warm welcomes, no good-byes. Just senseless nothings. Just like your career, just like it was, and will be.”
“You may have been feared in the past, but here, you are nothing more than a little kitten playing with the pit-bulls.”
“And yet you have the nerve to come on a rancid rant, on this mainstream of blank nonsense. This thought that I actually CARE who you are. And in the midst of it all you continue to believe that anybody cares about you. Shiek, I can give two ****s about you, and I guarantee you everyone else feels the same way.”
“Yes Shiek, children shouldn’t play with dead things. Children should stay away from the things John Doe destroys, and when our match comes to the ending, you will be nothing more than a dead useless corpse, that nobody cared for. And sill remained what you came as, a dead image of a dead society.”
“And what is left for John Doe? Nothing, hell, I might even let you LIVE to see next week Shiek, but that is if i am generous enough, and I must be in one hell of a good mood. Another than that Sheik you dug your own grave. Just time for me to kick the dirt on over it.”
“And to think you were actually feared…..”
(John Laughs as we fade to black)
(Cue Up: “Simon Says” By Pharoahe Monch)
DOE:
“Yes, TEN years ago you were feared, TEN years ago you were hated, today…..you are pitiful. TODAY, you are nothing. Nothing more than a faint, forgotten image. A man nobody knows about, and if they do, they don’t care for. Man with his mental clock ten years back, thinking he is still in his prime.”
“Well, let me tell you this Shiek, after this match, you will leave the same impression you did when you came in….nothing.. Utter less sounds of nothing. No cheer, no warm welcomes, no good-byes. Just senseless nothings. Just like your career, just like it was, and will be.”
“You may have been feared in the past, but here, you are nothing more than a little kitten playing with the pit-bulls.”
“And yet you have the nerve to come on a rancid rant, on this mainstream of blank nonsense. This thought that I actually CARE who you are. And in the midst of it all you continue to believe that anybody cares about you. Shiek, I can give two ****s about you, and I guarantee you everyone else feels the same way.”
“Yes Shiek, children shouldn’t play with dead things. Children should stay away from the things John Doe destroys, and when our match comes to the ending, you will be nothing more than a dead useless corpse, that nobody cared for. And sill remained what you came as, a dead image of a dead society.”
“And what is left for John Doe? Nothing, hell, I might even let you LIVE to see next week Shiek, but that is if i am generous enough, and I must be in one hell of a good mood. Another than that Sheik you dug your own grave. Just time for me to kick the dirt on over it.”
“And to think you were actually feared…..”
(John Laughs as we fade to black)
stuclif
League Member
FADE IN: PULSAR WALKS OUT OF A FRONT DOOR OF AN APARTMENT BUILDING, RIGHT ARM IN A SLING, INSPECTING THE OUTSIDE CAREFULLY, LEFT, RIGHT AND AROUND THE BUILDING TOPS. PULSAR'S SISTER, KELLI, WALKS OUT BEHIND HIM, LOOKING SLIGHTLY FRUSTRATED
KELLI: Look... will you stop stressin out, I'm fine.
PULSAR: Yeah, I thought you were fine back home. And didnt that turn out great. I will never be able to apologise enough for getting you involved in this whole mess, but I can asure that the Impala hasnt even began to pay for what he has done to my family.
KELLI: I've told you, its not your fault. You did what you could, you won the match, I'm free. And like said, that arse-hole was too scared to touch a woman, let alone do all those things he's told you.
PULSAR: (SOUNDING SARCASTIC) I won the match..... (NOW YELLS) I was lucky to win the damn match. After all that son-of-a-b***h has done... and I couldn't even teach him a lesson.
KELLI: (GRABS HIM BY THE SHOULDERS) Hey.. Hey... I'm OK. You have to start thinking about getting yourself back on track. Impala was able to do what he set out to do, he took you out of the game, now you gotta focus, you gotta get back in the game.
(KELLI TAKES HER HANDS OF HIS SHOULDERS, PULSAR PAUSES TO THINK ABOUT WHAT SHE HAS JUST SAID)
PULSAR: (QUIETLY) Your right... your right. Impala's time will some, but until then I have to get myself back into some sort of title hunt. With every other superstar worth mentioning, finally figuring out that the WFW is the place to be, I've gotta find a way to stand out.
KELLI: (WITH A SLY GRIN) And I think Merrython will be the place to do it.
PULSAR: Hell yeah. Its gonna be the perfect place. Once again it seems that everyone has their own agenda, even me. Buuut, my only agenda is to dominate the match. Make the WFW board stand up and say 'Hey look, Pulsars back and looking pretty damn switched on, and ready to step up'. Copycat, LOVE and the Inner Circle, are dominating the headlines, new guys like Aaron Rage and Steve Johnson are bitin at the bit for their shot... the feds booming, this is the time where those who stand still get left behind.
KELLI: Thats what I like to hear, Golem and the Noble Sheik better watch out (SMALL LAUGH).
(A CAB PULLS UP TO THE CURB)
PULSAR: Looks like its time to go.
(KELLI GIVES PULSAR A KISS ON THE CHEEK FOLLOWED BY A BIUG EMBRACE)
KELLI: We're all proud of you back home... and you know, if mum and dad were around they'd be proud of you too, their boy Luke. Bye big brother.
(KELLI GET IN TO CAB, PULSAR WAVES TO THE CAB AS IT DRIVES AWAY)
FTB
KELLI: Look... will you stop stressin out, I'm fine.
PULSAR: Yeah, I thought you were fine back home. And didnt that turn out great. I will never be able to apologise enough for getting you involved in this whole mess, but I can asure that the Impala hasnt even began to pay for what he has done to my family.
KELLI: I've told you, its not your fault. You did what you could, you won the match, I'm free. And like said, that arse-hole was too scared to touch a woman, let alone do all those things he's told you.
PULSAR: (SOUNDING SARCASTIC) I won the match..... (NOW YELLS) I was lucky to win the damn match. After all that son-of-a-b***h has done... and I couldn't even teach him a lesson.
KELLI: (GRABS HIM BY THE SHOULDERS) Hey.. Hey... I'm OK. You have to start thinking about getting yourself back on track. Impala was able to do what he set out to do, he took you out of the game, now you gotta focus, you gotta get back in the game.
(KELLI TAKES HER HANDS OF HIS SHOULDERS, PULSAR PAUSES TO THINK ABOUT WHAT SHE HAS JUST SAID)
PULSAR: (QUIETLY) Your right... your right. Impala's time will some, but until then I have to get myself back into some sort of title hunt. With every other superstar worth mentioning, finally figuring out that the WFW is the place to be, I've gotta find a way to stand out.
KELLI: (WITH A SLY GRIN) And I think Merrython will be the place to do it.
PULSAR: Hell yeah. Its gonna be the perfect place. Once again it seems that everyone has their own agenda, even me. Buuut, my only agenda is to dominate the match. Make the WFW board stand up and say 'Hey look, Pulsars back and looking pretty damn switched on, and ready to step up'. Copycat, LOVE and the Inner Circle, are dominating the headlines, new guys like Aaron Rage and Steve Johnson are bitin at the bit for their shot... the feds booming, this is the time where those who stand still get left behind.
KELLI: Thats what I like to hear, Golem and the Noble Sheik better watch out (SMALL LAUGH).
(A CAB PULLS UP TO THE CURB)
PULSAR: Looks like its time to go.
(KELLI GIVES PULSAR A KISS ON THE CHEEK FOLLOWED BY A BIUG EMBRACE)
KELLI: We're all proud of you back home... and you know, if mum and dad were around they'd be proud of you too, their boy Luke. Bye big brother.
(KELLI GET IN TO CAB, PULSAR WAVES TO THE CAB AS IT DRIVES AWAY)
FTB
The NOBLE SHEIK
League Member
(Fade in:WFW logo in background backit in soft red light.Sheik in foreground in white arab regalia. "Black Sabbath" softly cues in.)
Sheik: "John Doe...you poor,poor little wretch of a man,it seems to me you can't look past the nose on your face to see the big picture-let alone the name on your tag. Allow me to spell it out to you."
"As you are apperently as short-sighted as you short in other capacities I shall use equally short words for you."
"Somebody in the WFW Board must LIKE YOU!! SOMEBODY MUST LIKE YOU AN AWFULL LOT!"
"You see,you put up a bug-zapper...and soon even little bugs develop the mental acumen to STAY THE HELL AWAY under the penalty of IMMINENT DESTRUCTION!!!"
" But there is always that ONE,IGNORANT,HARMLESS LITTLE MOTH that simply MUST DAMN COMMON SENCE AND THROW HIMSELF HEADLONG TOWARD SELF-DESTRUCTION!"
"Ten years ago...the wrestling world tried to ignore me. THE WAGES OF IT'S SIN WERE TAKEN IN UNSPEAKABLE HORROR AND ENDLESS WRATH!! They had to INVENT an entire championship division to CONTAIN ME....thinking they could PLACATE ME...."
"I BECAME the BUG-ZAPPER.......AND A DAMNED EFFICIENT ONE AT THAT!!!!"
"These warm,fuzzy feelings of yours were measured in the screams of vomiting,horrified fans....in the laments and wails of broken and shattered carrers of the moths who answered my fatefull beakon."
"Had it ever occured to you that you were placed in this match and surrounded by so much...well...carrion for lack of a better term...because SOMEBODY just might have wanted you to LIVE THROUGH THIS!!??"
"You needn't worry about that now Mr. John Doe....."
"You see...I've already DONE DEATH...AND BY MY PRESENCE EVEN THE HELL OF MY LAST 10 YEARS COULD NOT CONTAIN ME!!! WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY DO TO A MAN WITH NOTHING LEFT TO FEAR - NOT EVEN DEATH!?!?"
"It begs the question--are you a prayerfull man? I should hope so for AFTER I HAVE PREYED UPON YOU I SHALL LEAVE YOU THAT MUCH NEARER TO GOD THAN I!!!"
"As for the world and it's memory....the HISTORY LESSON I SHALL PRESENT OF YOU SHALL SERVE NOTICE THAT I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ONE SINGLE THING!!!"
(close up on the Sheiks eyes....glowering and staring through the camera as if to redirect his focus)
".....and soon I shall bring that lesson to you.....all of you."
"run to the light John Doe....."
" run to the light......"
(Screen floods red light and fades out)
Sheik: "John Doe...you poor,poor little wretch of a man,it seems to me you can't look past the nose on your face to see the big picture-let alone the name on your tag. Allow me to spell it out to you."
"As you are apperently as short-sighted as you short in other capacities I shall use equally short words for you."
"Somebody in the WFW Board must LIKE YOU!! SOMEBODY MUST LIKE YOU AN AWFULL LOT!"
"You see,you put up a bug-zapper...and soon even little bugs develop the mental acumen to STAY THE HELL AWAY under the penalty of IMMINENT DESTRUCTION!!!"
" But there is always that ONE,IGNORANT,HARMLESS LITTLE MOTH that simply MUST DAMN COMMON SENCE AND THROW HIMSELF HEADLONG TOWARD SELF-DESTRUCTION!"
"Ten years ago...the wrestling world tried to ignore me. THE WAGES OF IT'S SIN WERE TAKEN IN UNSPEAKABLE HORROR AND ENDLESS WRATH!! They had to INVENT an entire championship division to CONTAIN ME....thinking they could PLACATE ME...."
"I BECAME the BUG-ZAPPER.......AND A DAMNED EFFICIENT ONE AT THAT!!!!"
"These warm,fuzzy feelings of yours were measured in the screams of vomiting,horrified fans....in the laments and wails of broken and shattered carrers of the moths who answered my fatefull beakon."
"Had it ever occured to you that you were placed in this match and surrounded by so much...well...carrion for lack of a better term...because SOMEBODY just might have wanted you to LIVE THROUGH THIS!!??"
"You needn't worry about that now Mr. John Doe....."
"You see...I've already DONE DEATH...AND BY MY PRESENCE EVEN THE HELL OF MY LAST 10 YEARS COULD NOT CONTAIN ME!!! WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY DO TO A MAN WITH NOTHING LEFT TO FEAR - NOT EVEN DEATH!?!?"
"It begs the question--are you a prayerfull man? I should hope so for AFTER I HAVE PREYED UPON YOU I SHALL LEAVE YOU THAT MUCH NEARER TO GOD THAN I!!!"
"As for the world and it's memory....the HISTORY LESSON I SHALL PRESENT OF YOU SHALL SERVE NOTICE THAT I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ONE SINGLE THING!!!"
(close up on the Sheiks eyes....glowering and staring through the camera as if to redirect his focus)
".....and soon I shall bring that lesson to you.....all of you."
"run to the light John Doe....."
" run to the light......"
(Screen floods red light and fades out)
Born Under An Opaque Sun...
Yikes...so late. Forgiveness I plead.
(Cue Up: "The Day The World Went Away" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into a small room with no windows. A candle in each of the two visible corners light the room. Standing alone in the room is suddenly reclusive Golem.)
Golem: Hello all. I am sorry. I am sorry Pulsar. I am sorry Doe. It seemed...like it would be so easy. You would swoop in, double up on Noble Shiek, and you would walk away with an easy win. One problem. I have been on that side of the stick. The one Noble Shiek was almost on. Staring across the ring by myself, with dead weight beside me. But I will not be Psycho. I will not be Felix Red. I will not be pinned by Pulsar. I will not allow my glorious reputation be dragged through the mud, while people just leap over me on the way to title shots that are mine. Maelstrom, Dan Ryan, Pulsar, everyone. They just talk long walks, effortless strides past the one they call Golem. Meanwhile, I am stuck in monotonous nothing tag matches, forced alliances against the same old recycled trash. And why? Because I gave my best and failed? No. Because I gave nothing and got nothing in return. Same old Golem. Same old "can't get it done, choke in the title matches" Golem. I mean, sweet mother Mary, I have Doe trashing me. Doe! I mean, how does this guy still get matches? Gimmes and no shows, that's how. But not this time. Not on my watch. The only person possibly in the entire wrestling industry who has less room to brag and talk down to people than Pulsar is John Doe. Mr. Nothing, Mr. Emptiness. The man named after zero distinguishing characteristics. And yet he calls me a freak. Is Golem a freak? A clawed thing, a wicked furry entity? Why is Golem the strange one while it is so acceptable that a man can forget his past and be allowed to live out a fictional reality where he isn't a failure. Of course, even in his own mind, Doe couldn't think of any real positives he possesses. Well, allow me to tell you my positives. I am smarter than Copycat. I am crueler than Manson. I am more sadistic than Anarky. I use less drugs than Felix Red. I am not a chronic loser like Pulsar. I do not attempt to free style like Shawn Hart. I have a past unlike Doe. One full of title matches and a few title belts to vindicate my career. Where is your vindication, Pulsar? Where is yours, Doe? It won't be found at my head. I have wasted all my give-away matches losing to Psycho. I even dropped a few after that with lingering problems from that match. So, why should it stop now? Not because of past instances, though I do understand the past is a pretty solid indicator of the future. It is because Golem shall bend you to his will, and he wills you to destitude and suffering. Understand me? If you don't understand yet, you will soon.
You'll understand everything soon.
(Fade out.)
Yikes...so late. Forgiveness I plead.
(Cue Up: "The Day The World Went Away" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into a small room with no windows. A candle in each of the two visible corners light the room. Standing alone in the room is suddenly reclusive Golem.)
Golem: Hello all. I am sorry. I am sorry Pulsar. I am sorry Doe. It seemed...like it would be so easy. You would swoop in, double up on Noble Shiek, and you would walk away with an easy win. One problem. I have been on that side of the stick. The one Noble Shiek was almost on. Staring across the ring by myself, with dead weight beside me. But I will not be Psycho. I will not be Felix Red. I will not be pinned by Pulsar. I will not allow my glorious reputation be dragged through the mud, while people just leap over me on the way to title shots that are mine. Maelstrom, Dan Ryan, Pulsar, everyone. They just talk long walks, effortless strides past the one they call Golem. Meanwhile, I am stuck in monotonous nothing tag matches, forced alliances against the same old recycled trash. And why? Because I gave my best and failed? No. Because I gave nothing and got nothing in return. Same old Golem. Same old "can't get it done, choke in the title matches" Golem. I mean, sweet mother Mary, I have Doe trashing me. Doe! I mean, how does this guy still get matches? Gimmes and no shows, that's how. But not this time. Not on my watch. The only person possibly in the entire wrestling industry who has less room to brag and talk down to people than Pulsar is John Doe. Mr. Nothing, Mr. Emptiness. The man named after zero distinguishing characteristics. And yet he calls me a freak. Is Golem a freak? A clawed thing, a wicked furry entity? Why is Golem the strange one while it is so acceptable that a man can forget his past and be allowed to live out a fictional reality where he isn't a failure. Of course, even in his own mind, Doe couldn't think of any real positives he possesses. Well, allow me to tell you my positives. I am smarter than Copycat. I am crueler than Manson. I am more sadistic than Anarky. I use less drugs than Felix Red. I am not a chronic loser like Pulsar. I do not attempt to free style like Shawn Hart. I have a past unlike Doe. One full of title matches and a few title belts to vindicate my career. Where is your vindication, Pulsar? Where is yours, Doe? It won't be found at my head. I have wasted all my give-away matches losing to Psycho. I even dropped a few after that with lingering problems from that match. So, why should it stop now? Not because of past instances, though I do understand the past is a pretty solid indicator of the future. It is because Golem shall bend you to his will, and he wills you to destitude and suffering. Understand me? If you don't understand yet, you will soon.
You'll understand everything soon.
(Fade out.)
The NOBLE SHEIK
League Member
(Fade in:Sheik in front of dark background,dressed in wrestling gear and flowing arab regalia.Deep low bell tolls in background no other music)
Sheik:"Golom....dear creature....where others see a furry,freaky muppet I see the future.And that is why I have chosen you to step from behind your opaque sun and greet a new age.A new and glorious age where unique talent like yours shall come to fruition.I do understand you because in you I see the man I was....and the potential of the man I became!"
"You see...someone once said the INVITED are MANY....the CHOSEN are few"
"John Doe...a legend in what little is left of his own mind....a man of no memory,no history,and no hope,soon you will be left with NO IDENTIFIABLE PHYSICAL FEATURES! Notify your next-of-kin now....if you can remember who they are....for when it ends all you will know is horror and an aching desire to be a tree when you grow up!"
"Pulsar....the stand you look to take at Merrython shall be measured in how many attendants it will take to load you on a gurney and carry you away with the remnants of your career pinned to your medical history...MATRYRDOM DOES NOT EQUAL VINDICATION!!"
(makes a quarter-turn and glares down another camera.that camera comes to close focus on Sheik)
"You see...you can toss out all your beds,lock all your closets,remove all your windows,move to a federation far....far...away,and yet the BOOGEYMAN ALWAYS SEEMS TO REAR HIS HEAD!! Maybe NOW...maybe 10 YEARS FROM NOW...but like SUN,and RAIN,and STORM,and DARKNESS,and even DEATH,just when you THOUGHT YOU COULD WIPE CLEAN THE SLATE OF YOUR SOUL FROM THE BLOOD OF YOUR SIN...he RETURNS!!!"
"The boogyman is the sum of unrequited sin preying on your soul...."
"It is FATE....."
"YOU CAN NOT OUTRUN FATE!"
"sooner or later....even YOU must answer for your sin....."
"you must answer to the boogyman....."
(fade out)
Sheik:"Golom....dear creature....where others see a furry,freaky muppet I see the future.And that is why I have chosen you to step from behind your opaque sun and greet a new age.A new and glorious age where unique talent like yours shall come to fruition.I do understand you because in you I see the man I was....and the potential of the man I became!"
"You see...someone once said the INVITED are MANY....the CHOSEN are few"
"John Doe...a legend in what little is left of his own mind....a man of no memory,no history,and no hope,soon you will be left with NO IDENTIFIABLE PHYSICAL FEATURES! Notify your next-of-kin now....if you can remember who they are....for when it ends all you will know is horror and an aching desire to be a tree when you grow up!"
"Pulsar....the stand you look to take at Merrython shall be measured in how many attendants it will take to load you on a gurney and carry you away with the remnants of your career pinned to your medical history...MATRYRDOM DOES NOT EQUAL VINDICATION!!"
(makes a quarter-turn and glares down another camera.that camera comes to close focus on Sheik)
"You see...you can toss out all your beds,lock all your closets,remove all your windows,move to a federation far....far...away,and yet the BOOGEYMAN ALWAYS SEEMS TO REAR HIS HEAD!! Maybe NOW...maybe 10 YEARS FROM NOW...but like SUN,and RAIN,and STORM,and DARKNESS,and even DEATH,just when you THOUGHT YOU COULD WIPE CLEAN THE SLATE OF YOUR SOUL FROM THE BLOOD OF YOUR SIN...he RETURNS!!!"
"The boogyman is the sum of unrequited sin preying on your soul...."
"It is FATE....."
"YOU CAN NOT OUTRUN FATE!"
"sooner or later....even YOU must answer for your sin....."
"you must answer to the boogyman....."
(fade out)
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