Second Coming vs. Golem & X-Ecutioner

[JABolich]

Second Coming vs. Golem & X-Ecutioner

GLCW mainstay Golem, along with X-Ecutioner, make their debut in EPW against a hot young team - Second Coming!

 

[Vertigo]

Ashes to Ashes (...Or "Brethren")

(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem and X-Ecutioner, sitting in a dark room, staring at the wall. Golem rocks slowly back and forth on his old rocker as the camera slowly pans over the wall. It is covered in pictures of old matches of Golem's: his many contests with Nevada, him battling Stone Wolf within the confines of an old War Games match, him exchanging blows and words with Billy Matthews. He smiles as he stares at the pictures and runs his hand over the cuts on his body that have long since scarred. While X-ecutioner continues to sit there silently, Golem turns away from the wall and towards the camera as he begins to talk.)

Golem: I am alive. Contrary to what many believe, the injury that had sidelined me for so long has rotted away and died. All that is left now is what was before, the Golem, the everything, and the arriving nothing. I am the one who shall sweep this place clean of those who would be placed in front of me. Be them champions, heroes, defenders of crowns, children, and the world itself. I am a plague, friends, and I have once again festered to the point where I am ready to flow freely like blood once more. This time, I am not alone. I have one who shares my plight, my loneliness, my strength. This...X-Ecutioner, as he wishes himself be deemed, I see in him the young force that once drove me and it is reignited my interest in the battle.

(Golem points to his body as X-Ecutioner quietly rocks in place, staring at the ground.)

Golem: Old and decaying, this disgusting carcass. It's turmoil is my turmoil, it's aches are ancient and unyielding. I shall die in this thing, trapped eternally within it's memories of fire death matches with Suicide, maimings with Michael Manson, and a million and one other things that I would just have left gone. But I can't. Not anymore. I understand that now. Golem can only be suppressed for so long and arrogant little nobodies have hogged this stage for too long. The Age of Golem is once more and the time for trembling is at hand. Second Coming, you are in the wrong place at the wrong time versus the wrong Golem. You have never seen anything like him around here, I assure you, and I implore you to ask around, do your homework, learn what I can do. Your technical and highflying prowess will mean nothing as I pluck your wings from your highflying little bodies. Golem is going to begin on the right foot, and if it is that requires me to destroy you two, then so be it. I have longed for a worthy opponent for a long time, and, while, I doubt that you will serve as one, you should make a decent warmup for Golem. Because, this is HIS first match back too...

(Golem raises his claw in front of his face as a sadistic smile curls his lips.)

Golem: So long has he hungered for the fight. He has thirsted for blood for many months, and his bloodlust shall be quenched at Agression. Johannsen and Storms, you two have thrived for too long...

X-Ecutioner: It is time for those who are feared to rise up take what belongs to them, and right now that is the Tag Team Championship. The road to the titles starts with you two, but it won't end there, no it will never end not until I have what I want...

Golem: Yes, the "titles"...I remember those. The crown glory of this sport. The glowing, emblematic symbol of one's dominance. I have held enough of it in my time to understand it's value. But tag team gold...that will be a new one for me. You see, Second Coming, I like proving to people that I am better than they are. But, really, match or not, everyone already knows that. So, I believe that there is a better reason for this match. It is time that you two had an awakening, an exodus to the pointy end of my claw, a heralding experience that will finally give you something in common with alot of the greats of this sport. Searing wit won't scar me, boys, only searing actions. And frankly, I doubt you have what is takes to put a new and fresh wound on my body. I will remain while you two fade into the void. I shall remain while everyone here fades into nothingness. And those, born in my image, christened by the Claw, shall inherit this god forsaken place.

(Golem turns towards X-Ecutioner and nods. He then turns his old rocking chair back towards his memories as X-Ecutioner begins to talk.)

X-Ecutioner: Debuts...first impressions...this is very important for the business. Now is my chance for a first impression, to start my own chapter in this business' long history. At Aggression when I finally make my debut, I will show that actions speak louder than words as we take our first step towards our goal.

Golem: Advance, young ones, like the sheep who readily accept the slaughter. Come before the one they wish be referred to only as Golem and absorb the fate that shall be bestowed upon you. These are indeed the final moments before the storm, the last glimmer of calm before the earth shattering storm. The tides of time have not looked kindly on you. The ebb and flow of this place shall be rocked by the ripples of this battle. I seek not victory, Johannsen...Storms...I seek the wretched, the hunt, thrill, and beautiful recompense of the tides of war.

X-Ecutioner: You boys better watch out, for the End of Days is upon you.

(Golem turns back towards the camera as everything slowly fades...to...black...)

 

[CuseTroy]

FADE IN...

Matt Johansson and Bryan Storms are inside in the living room of their penthouse suite at Tampa's Hilton Tampa Bay Hotel. Storms, television remote control in hand, drinks an imported bottled water, stretching out comfortably on the lavish sofa. Johansson is lying on his stomach, a towel draped over his lower half, receiving a massage from an attractive blond.

STORMS:

Matt. Matt! Promo time!

JOHANSSON:

Huh? What? Damn! (To masseuse) Astrid, that's enough. See you later, darling.

Astrid leaves the room.

Tart.

STORMS:

Put some damn pants on and let's get down to business. (To camera) Alright, now that Dan Ryan and Paul Freeman have FINALLY decided to give the people what they want, namely, the hottest tag team in the history of this entire industry, they put us up against a pair of morons who we wouldn't trust to carry our luggage, Golem and X-Ecutioner. Two guys who have been around for a grand total of 38 and a half minutes, and who have the idea that they're the Lords of Darkness, or whatnot.

Johansson enters the frame.

JOHANSSON:

Yeah, and that Gollum dude looks NOTHING like he did in the Lord of the Rings movies, man!

STORMS:

Wait, what?

JOHANSSON:

You know. (Launches into eerily accurate Gollum impression.) The thivesss, the filthy little thieveses. The stoles our preciouss, we must have the preciouss, we wants it-

STORMS:

Calm down, buddy. We don't want you catching John Doe Syndrome now, do we? I'll handle the scathing wit. You're at your best in the squared circle, where these two unholy idiots don't stand a villain's chance in a Disney cartoon of measuring up to the most talented tag team, wrestling wise, that this business has ever witnessed. Besides, it's GOLEM, not GOLLUM. I think he's supposed to be mimicking some kind of ancient evil monster, or spirit, or some evil, mystical bullf*ck like that.

If you two monkeys think you'll just waltz right into Second Coming's home turf and "slaughter" us, you've got a lot more wrong in those already screwed up brains of yours than I had suspected. You two may think that because of the UNHOLY POWERZ~! that you share with HellFighter, that you'll just take down the most electric duo since WildStar and Tsunami, but I've got a very simple answer to that.

Just because you want something to happen, doesn't mean it will.

You can come down here to Tampa and TRY to rip us limb from limb, or, as you so evocatively put it, tear the wings off of our high flying bodies, but that doesn't mean that it'll happen. You'll find that your UNHOLY POWERZ~! are no match for the skill, charisma, and overall perfection that me and Matt bring to the table.

So, try, f*ckoffs, no matter how fruitless it'll be. It'll be more satisfying to beat the living crap out of a team that actually WANTS to win, rather than a pair of insignificant jobbers just plucked from the concessions crew. We won't just beat you two, we'll ENJOY it all the while because we know that you morons desperately want to reach our plateau.

I don't give a f*ck about the CLAW, or any of your other Satanic inclinations. All I care about is that you know what you're supposed to do at the end of the night.

And that's stare at the lights for three seconds like the B*tches that you are.

JOHANSSON:

So X, Smeagol, we'll see you in the Ice Palace, providing your not off raising a demon or something.

STORMS:

So, until we meet again, you're nothing but the most recent victims of OUR scathing wit.

Morons.

...FADE OUT

 

[Vertigo]

Ashes unto Ashes...

(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into a shot of a large manse, headed by the one they call Golem. The camera fades out and cuts to a shot of Golem. Golem is slowly walking up and down a hallway as the camera follows his movements. His head is down as he paces slowly, as though deep in thought. Through pursed lips, the Clawed One speaks.)

Golem: Storms...Johannsen...I have faced a million people like you in my time. A million, perhaps more. But I assure you you have never met anyone like Golem. I am different. I am sure you sense it, masked under all your bravado and arrogance. Yes, a layer below your scathing wit lies two men you starting to have the fact that they are next in line to fight the oncoming acopalypse. They realize that behind X's mask lies just a taste of what lies beneath my awkward skin. This bloodlust, how it consumes. How it feasts. Can you smell the remnants of others straggling behind me? All who have been cured of their worldly troubles with the help of my claw...I remember all of them. Don't think, friends, that when our affair is over, I will forget about you. No no, I track all who I awaken, baptised in the glowing crimson stream. Your smiling faces, in the shadows of masseurs, they humor me. They sing it to the one who they call Golem. It tells me that you just aren't giving me enough attention. Sure, your mimicking and Tolkien references, while strikingly similar to a million other unoriginal people, are glaringly obvious cover to a deeper understanding. I sense that perhaps each of you, in your heart of hearts, knows that we are the destined, the all-consuming void of this place. The square island, sorrounded on all sides by Simons and yet with no one who can carry this cross of yours....that will be your anguish. How can you stop Golem? How may this situation, ever approaching and unrelenting, be fixed or at the least avoided? An answerless question, the solution relinquishing itself not to you or any other. My best guess would be to leave this place. Of course, friends, you and I both can bet that won't happen. You will march headfirst into the guillitine and hand Golem the rope.

(Golem cracks his neck as he lets out a slight chuckle, presumably thinking of something Second Coming had mentioned.)

Golem: You had said, if I am not mistaken, that Golem and X-Ecutioner have been around a grand total of 38 and a half minutes. But do you know this to be true? Has Golem not outlived you a thousand times over? Am I not at least an afterthought in the memories of those you who have been forced to bear my wicked force witness? And as you pass onto retirement, you will quickly be forgotten. But me...no, I will live on the pained memories of people like you. People who have seen their "home turf" be up-ended and rerooted in Golem's likeness. Think what you will, and believe what you want to believe, but honestly, what I wish be done, shall be done. Golem's word is the inevitable truth, as it shall be plastered on in your memory. Your idle demon worship fantasies, while amusing I assume to some, are but a time waster, a lie that will no purpose other than to convince you that it is worth the effort to crawl into that ring with me. And that, my little puppets, shall prove to be one very painful and idiotic mistake.

(Golem stops to laugh a little a more. He turns to the camera, shaking his head knowingly. Slowly, he turns away from the camera and walks into an adjacent room. While fixated on the motionless image of an empty hallway, the camera fades to black.)