(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem sitting in a dark room within his home. A large bookshelf lines the wall beside him and he sits back in a wooden chair, placed central in a primarily barren room.)
Golem: And so, as myself and my latest associate, Jean Rabesque, march towards fate and ever-present victory versus the Unholy Alliance, Golem must turn his undeaf ears unto the rest of the GLCW. First off, Maelstrom. Mael, while I respect you and what you have been able to accomplish in your years of wrestling, I think you I both know that Manson didn't beat me back when we first fought. I proved that by evening the score with him when we battled last. Maelstrom, you aren't much to speak of as a referee, but as a wrestler, you make a very formidable ally and, while I see a glorious battle between the two of us in the future, I welcome you unto my side. But, speaking of Michael Manson, as I was just a moment ago, this man seems awful arrogant for a man who seems willing and able to accept defeat just to stop the punishment I was delivering to him. Of course, I couldn't really hurt you, could I Michael? I am simply too much of a goth monster to have any actual legitimate capability in the ring. That kind of reasoning lends fools to their back in the clutches of my claw. A chair and an acceptance of your inferiority allowed you to hang on your title, but frankly, that's fine. I never wanted your belt. I wanted to show you just how fallible you are, despite the "too human to be human" aura you seem to have built around you. Sure, you have only one loss here in the GLCW, and that's to me. But, I too possess only one loss in singles action here in GLCW, and that is to you. From where I sit, a third match somewhere down the line seems fitting, perhaps after you settle your little issues with Maelstrom. I don't want you to have any excuses or distractions when we settle OUR score. Speaking of people who share a split record with Golem, a wrestler by the name of the Jobber comes readily to mind. Wow, old friend, I didn't know how mentally weak you were. It seems all it took was a simple defeat and a loss of your massive streak to the one they call Golem to break you down. Now you spend your time professing to Sean Edmunds about how secretly you shouldn't have lost. Well, that's fine, I am more than willing to take our 1-1 record and swing it one way or the other. You can have your belt, or not, it doesn't matter to Golem. Hell, if it so fits you, I will accept the battle in non-title action. Manson and Golem seem to have infected your being, my impetuous friend, and frankly, I am not sure that this new, whinier version is an improvement over the ever-intelligent opponent who was able to outmaneuver and outthink an all too capable Golem all those many years ago. We shall see in due time, I suppose, as all things must be decided in the thin strands of Fate. There are few more guys in this league who seem to be infatuated with the thought of a confrontation with the Clawed One, and of course, the most obvious of these has to be the Unholy Alliance, seeing as I am currently laying in wait of our showdown. I believe the words have been skewed as best we can, and all that is left is for the battle. Kraven, take a cue from your good buddy Flatliner, when he says get ready for an apocalyptic battle. Anything less will leave you highly disappointed, because anything less will leave you cold and still, prone at the feet of the man they call Golem. A battle is nigh and there will definitely be two warriors there. I suppose the trump card may in fact lay within Kraven and Jean, eh Flatliner? Well, if that's how it tumbles, so be it, but don't expect Golem to sit idly by while anything happens that may be detrimental to the fact that he shall have his harvest shortly. (Golem cracks a wicked smile) There is no rest for the weary, friends. Manson, Maelstrom, Jobber, Kraven, Flatliner, and yes, perhaps even you in due time, Jean, Golem awaits the battle with all of you. I never forget, I seek zero vindication of past failures, only the sweet gratification of present successes. Stop me? Sure, you can stop me. But, to do that, you have to slow me down, as I sprint onward, unto the Age, and eventual crumbling of all those that lie still in Golem's wake.
(Golem turns to a cold, knowing stare. Fade to black.)
Golem: And so, as myself and my latest associate, Jean Rabesque, march towards fate and ever-present victory versus the Unholy Alliance, Golem must turn his undeaf ears unto the rest of the GLCW. First off, Maelstrom. Mael, while I respect you and what you have been able to accomplish in your years of wrestling, I think you I both know that Manson didn't beat me back when we first fought. I proved that by evening the score with him when we battled last. Maelstrom, you aren't much to speak of as a referee, but as a wrestler, you make a very formidable ally and, while I see a glorious battle between the two of us in the future, I welcome you unto my side. But, speaking of Michael Manson, as I was just a moment ago, this man seems awful arrogant for a man who seems willing and able to accept defeat just to stop the punishment I was delivering to him. Of course, I couldn't really hurt you, could I Michael? I am simply too much of a goth monster to have any actual legitimate capability in the ring. That kind of reasoning lends fools to their back in the clutches of my claw. A chair and an acceptance of your inferiority allowed you to hang on your title, but frankly, that's fine. I never wanted your belt. I wanted to show you just how fallible you are, despite the "too human to be human" aura you seem to have built around you. Sure, you have only one loss here in the GLCW, and that's to me. But, I too possess only one loss in singles action here in GLCW, and that is to you. From where I sit, a third match somewhere down the line seems fitting, perhaps after you settle your little issues with Maelstrom. I don't want you to have any excuses or distractions when we settle OUR score. Speaking of people who share a split record with Golem, a wrestler by the name of the Jobber comes readily to mind. Wow, old friend, I didn't know how mentally weak you were. It seems all it took was a simple defeat and a loss of your massive streak to the one they call Golem to break you down. Now you spend your time professing to Sean Edmunds about how secretly you shouldn't have lost. Well, that's fine, I am more than willing to take our 1-1 record and swing it one way or the other. You can have your belt, or not, it doesn't matter to Golem. Hell, if it so fits you, I will accept the battle in non-title action. Manson and Golem seem to have infected your being, my impetuous friend, and frankly, I am not sure that this new, whinier version is an improvement over the ever-intelligent opponent who was able to outmaneuver and outthink an all too capable Golem all those many years ago. We shall see in due time, I suppose, as all things must be decided in the thin strands of Fate. There are few more guys in this league who seem to be infatuated with the thought of a confrontation with the Clawed One, and of course, the most obvious of these has to be the Unholy Alliance, seeing as I am currently laying in wait of our showdown. I believe the words have been skewed as best we can, and all that is left is for the battle. Kraven, take a cue from your good buddy Flatliner, when he says get ready for an apocalyptic battle. Anything less will leave you highly disappointed, because anything less will leave you cold and still, prone at the feet of the man they call Golem. A battle is nigh and there will definitely be two warriors there. I suppose the trump card may in fact lay within Kraven and Jean, eh Flatliner? Well, if that's how it tumbles, so be it, but don't expect Golem to sit idly by while anything happens that may be detrimental to the fact that he shall have his harvest shortly. (Golem cracks a wicked smile) There is no rest for the weary, friends. Manson, Maelstrom, Jobber, Kraven, Flatliner, and yes, perhaps even you in due time, Jean, Golem awaits the battle with all of you. I never forget, I seek zero vindication of past failures, only the sweet gratification of present successes. Stop me? Sure, you can stop me. But, to do that, you have to slow me down, as I sprint onward, unto the Age, and eventual crumbling of all those that lie still in Golem's wake.
(Golem turns to a cold, knowing stare. Fade to black.)
