TBirdSCIL
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Golden Hawk vs. The Jobber
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jediPREZ
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V/O: "Silence is GOLDEN."
FADEIN: A majestic sunset over the high plains of Texas. The hues of oranges and reds shine over 'THE GOLD RUSH' ranch - home of GOLDEN HAWK. 'HAWK is sitting on the stoop of his porch admiring the view with a slight grin, reflective face and a can of beer - ice streaming down onto his dirty, greasy hands...
HAWK: "Nobody ever said life was easy, but y'know what someone certainly said somethin' about EASY LIVIN'. Not too long ago, I was signed by the GREAT Lakes Championship Wrestling Organization. I couldn't tell ya how excited I was to get the opportunity to work with some of the greatest talents in wrestling. Some of my friends told me, "'Hawk, you better be ready 'cause this place ain't no picnic." Now, I've taken a little look around and I see some guys working day in and day out to put this place on the map. And I'm tellin' ya right now, that's the place where I wanna be. Unfortunately, I'm the new guy. My opponent for Duluth didn't have nothin' to say about and now I'm gettin' deja vu. I guess in the GLCW, the new guy gets the silent treatment."
HAWK takes a gulp of his beer and lets a refreshing sigh out
'HAWK: "Now I always see the light in a situation - lord knows, it's a whole lot easier to sit and drink a beer on the Ranch then anything else. Now, the Jobber - a wrestler with YEARS of experience ain't around to drop Golden Hawk a line. Maybe it's 'cause I'm the rookie and he don't like that. Maybe it's 'cause he's got another 'JOB' to do somewhere else. Don't matter to me, I can just sit here on my stoop, drink a beer and talk about the good life I live."
('HAWK turns to face the camera, now stone-faced)
'HAWK: "Or I can sit here and tell you how y'all lettin' me under your radar so easy might just bite ya in yer ASS. Seems that's what the Jobber is in for, I just hope he gets a good look at my match in Duluth 'cause this South Texan Freight Train ain't about EASY LIVIN' in the ring. Oh noooooo - y'see Jobber, there ain't no such thing as EASY LIVIN' inside the ring. The MORE easy livin' I get out on the ranch, the MORE I'm amped to rock that ring harder than dollar double shot whiskeys down at the local waterin' hole."
'HAWK chugs the rest of his beer, crushes the can in his hand and tosses it into the garbage can...
'HAWK: "Yeah, GLCW - I see how it goes. Silence is GOLDEN, but so is the GOLD RUSH that's about to roll over this joint."
FTB as 'HAWK gets up, hocks some spit into the ground and enters his house...
FADEIN: A majestic sunset over the high plains of Texas. The hues of oranges and reds shine over 'THE GOLD RUSH' ranch - home of GOLDEN HAWK. 'HAWK is sitting on the stoop of his porch admiring the view with a slight grin, reflective face and a can of beer - ice streaming down onto his dirty, greasy hands...
HAWK: "Nobody ever said life was easy, but y'know what someone certainly said somethin' about EASY LIVIN'. Not too long ago, I was signed by the GREAT Lakes Championship Wrestling Organization. I couldn't tell ya how excited I was to get the opportunity to work with some of the greatest talents in wrestling. Some of my friends told me, "'Hawk, you better be ready 'cause this place ain't no picnic." Now, I've taken a little look around and I see some guys working day in and day out to put this place on the map. And I'm tellin' ya right now, that's the place where I wanna be. Unfortunately, I'm the new guy. My opponent for Duluth didn't have nothin' to say about and now I'm gettin' deja vu. I guess in the GLCW, the new guy gets the silent treatment."
HAWK takes a gulp of his beer and lets a refreshing sigh out
'HAWK: "Now I always see the light in a situation - lord knows, it's a whole lot easier to sit and drink a beer on the Ranch then anything else. Now, the Jobber - a wrestler with YEARS of experience ain't around to drop Golden Hawk a line. Maybe it's 'cause I'm the rookie and he don't like that. Maybe it's 'cause he's got another 'JOB' to do somewhere else. Don't matter to me, I can just sit here on my stoop, drink a beer and talk about the good life I live."
('HAWK turns to face the camera, now stone-faced)
'HAWK: "Or I can sit here and tell you how y'all lettin' me under your radar so easy might just bite ya in yer ASS. Seems that's what the Jobber is in for, I just hope he gets a good look at my match in Duluth 'cause this South Texan Freight Train ain't about EASY LIVIN' in the ring. Oh noooooo - y'see Jobber, there ain't no such thing as EASY LIVIN' inside the ring. The MORE easy livin' I get out on the ranch, the MORE I'm amped to rock that ring harder than dollar double shot whiskeys down at the local waterin' hole."
'HAWK chugs the rest of his beer, crushes the can in his hand and tosses it into the garbage can...
'HAWK: "Yeah, GLCW - I see how it goes. Silence is GOLDEN, but so is the GOLD RUSH that's about to roll over this joint."
FTB as 'HAWK gets up, hocks some spit into the ground and enters his house...
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(Cue up "Wake Up Dead" by Megadeth.)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia compound. Cut to the living room where the Jobber sits, slumped foward.)
The Jobber: Perhaps I've lost something. First I dropped the belt to that worthless Jared Poe, now I'm stuck in a rut. Nothing is happening, just look at this.
Where two months ago I was Television Champion, now, now I'm in a worthless meaningless match on this Pay Per View.
A Sad, sad turn of events for me.
Now instead of being involved in a match like War Games, I'm left with Golden Hawk, is this opponent worthy of me? Of course not. I am the former Television Champion, and I'm thrown some nobody... Something has to change.
So I guess I'm forced to stop sitting around here and get back into the ring, take one lousy opponent after another to task until the championship committee is forced to give me back the spotlight.
What a depressing road back to the top that is.
Where Jared Poe was given chance after chance to finally win the Television Title, I am thrown back down to the bottom after a long title reign.
I'm sure the higher ups would just love for me to continue this newfound losing tradition so I never have to be put back into the spotlight, because I'm simply not a monster like Maelstrom, not some angsty tattoeed punk like Jared Poe, and not the "master of evil" like Michael Manson. I just do what I do, and Golden Hawk you will find that despite my recent silence I still do it very well.
You simply do not last as long in this sport as I have without doing it well.
So I decided that it was indeed time to get in front of the camera and fulfill the duties that fall upon a person in this profession.
I cannot only exist in the ring, despite this being physical competition none of us can afford to be silent enigmas, and Hawk, as much as it pains me to say it you are the most worthy of the bottom feeders the GLCW has tossed my way.
You aren't the incoherent senseless, talentless fool that I have been given so many times by the brass here.
For once the GLCW brass has given me game competition in what they see as another throw away match to keep the Jobber in a position where he can't embarass people like Jared Poe. For once their tactics have done something for me.
But, I wouldn't feel happy that I respect you, for having me on my game and ready for a game opponent isn't the way you want to face me. You'd rather I see you as another Diablo or Sean Edmunds, that to me you are just another sap, either too new or too washed up to be a threat.
But for once... maybe my opponent will be something else than another rung in the ladder. But, in the end that is what you will be, even if I have to climb many more steps than the rest of the people here to get what is rightfully mine.
(Fade out)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia compound. Cut to the living room where the Jobber sits, slumped foward.)
The Jobber: Perhaps I've lost something. First I dropped the belt to that worthless Jared Poe, now I'm stuck in a rut. Nothing is happening, just look at this.
Where two months ago I was Television Champion, now, now I'm in a worthless meaningless match on this Pay Per View.
A Sad, sad turn of events for me.
Now instead of being involved in a match like War Games, I'm left with Golden Hawk, is this opponent worthy of me? Of course not. I am the former Television Champion, and I'm thrown some nobody... Something has to change.
So I guess I'm forced to stop sitting around here and get back into the ring, take one lousy opponent after another to task until the championship committee is forced to give me back the spotlight.
What a depressing road back to the top that is.
Where Jared Poe was given chance after chance to finally win the Television Title, I am thrown back down to the bottom after a long title reign.
I'm sure the higher ups would just love for me to continue this newfound losing tradition so I never have to be put back into the spotlight, because I'm simply not a monster like Maelstrom, not some angsty tattoeed punk like Jared Poe, and not the "master of evil" like Michael Manson. I just do what I do, and Golden Hawk you will find that despite my recent silence I still do it very well.
You simply do not last as long in this sport as I have without doing it well.
So I decided that it was indeed time to get in front of the camera and fulfill the duties that fall upon a person in this profession.
I cannot only exist in the ring, despite this being physical competition none of us can afford to be silent enigmas, and Hawk, as much as it pains me to say it you are the most worthy of the bottom feeders the GLCW has tossed my way.
You aren't the incoherent senseless, talentless fool that I have been given so many times by the brass here.
For once the GLCW brass has given me game competition in what they see as another throw away match to keep the Jobber in a position where he can't embarass people like Jared Poe. For once their tactics have done something for me.
But, I wouldn't feel happy that I respect you, for having me on my game and ready for a game opponent isn't the way you want to face me. You'd rather I see you as another Diablo or Sean Edmunds, that to me you are just another sap, either too new or too washed up to be a threat.
But for once... maybe my opponent will be something else than another rung in the ladder. But, in the end that is what you will be, even if I have to climb many more steps than the rest of the people here to get what is rightfully mine.
(Fade out)
jediPREZ
Shadowboss
Worth my Weight in GOLD
"Y'KNOW, sometimes its funny that a man thinks he's got ya figured out, when he just DON'T KNOW nothin' at all."
(FADEIN: The majestic plains of Texas - GOLDEN HAWK atop one of the prized steeds of the Gold Rush Ranch. HAWK is wearing a white collared shirt, blue jeans held up by a Lone Star buckle, brown cowboy boots with silver spurs and a ten gallon brown hat shielding his face from hot Texas sun)
HAWK: "And it seems that the Jobber likes to do a whole lotta thinkin'. See, he's all worried about not being a monster like Maelstrom, or a so-called 'Monster of Evil' like Michael Manson. Then he's wondering who I am - well, I got a news flash for you JOBBER. I'm not Maelstrom. I'm not Michael Manson. I'm not some starry-eyed rookie, and I sure ain't as hell washed up. Jobber - the fact is, I just don't give a rat's ass about 'em and you better pull your head out of your ass tryin' to figure out who I am 'cause the time your head comes out - I'm gonna knock it off."
(HAWK pulls up on the horse, bringing him to a full halt)
HAWK: "See why waste time with the politics, when all that's needed is gettin' that job done in the ring - WHERE IT BELONGS. See you were right Jobber, this is a sad, sad turn of events for you. After this is said and done, people are gonna be thinkin' yer on a LOSIN' STREAK. They'll say that good 'ol reliable Jobber was lookin' ahead, too busy bellyachin' over Jared Poe to see the KEG OF DYNAMITE lit and thrown at him. Yeah, he said all the right things about respectin' Golden Hawk, but did he REALLY? See Jobber, for ya to say that having you on your game is a bad thing - well I just see that a little differently, partner. Y'see, I AM ALWAYS on MY GAME. Every night, it don't matter who it is or what's it for, but that crowd out there will watch me pull my weight in GOLD. Not unworthy of your status, not some nobody. Oh no, after I give a Grade TRIPLE A, 110% QUALITY TEXAN SHITHOUSE FIGHT - you'll see me still READY to go. READY for MORE."
(HAWK hops off the horse, gets close up to the camera)
HAWK: "And that's YOUR problem, Jobber. NOTHING is rightfully yours. NOTHING comes easy. Maybe you think that 'cause you live in that big 'ol house, so you can be lazy when you want. Whether you never had it, or you lost it - YOU ALWAYS FIGHT TO GET IT BACK. (points at the camera) Jobber, this is a ladder you CAN'T climb. Oh, you'll try and you'll keep climbin' and keep climbin' and just when ya start gettin' close - I'LL BE THERE. And I'll just knock you ALL the way down. All that effort gone to waste on a worthless, meaningless match. Well, it ain't for me Jobber. EVERY night is a GOLDEN opportunity for me. And at this big 'ol PAY-PER-VIEW, I just might pull more weight than usual and that's too much GOLD to HOLD for anyone!"
(FTB)
"Y'KNOW, sometimes its funny that a man thinks he's got ya figured out, when he just DON'T KNOW nothin' at all."
(FADEIN: The majestic plains of Texas - GOLDEN HAWK atop one of the prized steeds of the Gold Rush Ranch. HAWK is wearing a white collared shirt, blue jeans held up by a Lone Star buckle, brown cowboy boots with silver spurs and a ten gallon brown hat shielding his face from hot Texas sun)
HAWK: "And it seems that the Jobber likes to do a whole lotta thinkin'. See, he's all worried about not being a monster like Maelstrom, or a so-called 'Monster of Evil' like Michael Manson. Then he's wondering who I am - well, I got a news flash for you JOBBER. I'm not Maelstrom. I'm not Michael Manson. I'm not some starry-eyed rookie, and I sure ain't as hell washed up. Jobber - the fact is, I just don't give a rat's ass about 'em and you better pull your head out of your ass tryin' to figure out who I am 'cause the time your head comes out - I'm gonna knock it off."
(HAWK pulls up on the horse, bringing him to a full halt)
HAWK: "See why waste time with the politics, when all that's needed is gettin' that job done in the ring - WHERE IT BELONGS. See you were right Jobber, this is a sad, sad turn of events for you. After this is said and done, people are gonna be thinkin' yer on a LOSIN' STREAK. They'll say that good 'ol reliable Jobber was lookin' ahead, too busy bellyachin' over Jared Poe to see the KEG OF DYNAMITE lit and thrown at him. Yeah, he said all the right things about respectin' Golden Hawk, but did he REALLY? See Jobber, for ya to say that having you on your game is a bad thing - well I just see that a little differently, partner. Y'see, I AM ALWAYS on MY GAME. Every night, it don't matter who it is or what's it for, but that crowd out there will watch me pull my weight in GOLD. Not unworthy of your status, not some nobody. Oh no, after I give a Grade TRIPLE A, 110% QUALITY TEXAN SHITHOUSE FIGHT - you'll see me still READY to go. READY for MORE."
(HAWK hops off the horse, gets close up to the camera)
HAWK: "And that's YOUR problem, Jobber. NOTHING is rightfully yours. NOTHING comes easy. Maybe you think that 'cause you live in that big 'ol house, so you can be lazy when you want. Whether you never had it, or you lost it - YOU ALWAYS FIGHT TO GET IT BACK. (points at the camera) Jobber, this is a ladder you CAN'T climb. Oh, you'll try and you'll keep climbin' and keep climbin' and just when ya start gettin' close - I'LL BE THERE. And I'll just knock you ALL the way down. All that effort gone to waste on a worthless, meaningless match. Well, it ain't for me Jobber. EVERY night is a GOLDEN opportunity for me. And at this big 'ol PAY-PER-VIEW, I just might pull more weight than usual and that's too much GOLD to HOLD for anyone!"
(FTB)