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Wargames: The Match Beyond!
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Mike Manson's Time Tunnel
((FADEIN: Michael Manson, in black t-shirt and jeans along with leather jacket, stands in front of a metallic tunnel. He has pez dispenser in hand as he gazes inside.))
MANSON: Long have I pondered what else I could put my skills to other than the wrestling ring. Then I realized this might help mankind and not me specifically, so I decided to apply my otherworldly abilities to the ring. And having already traveled to the farthest reaches of Pandora Island..I have mastered the 4th Dimension. Now I could go and see who wins the Superbowl…..the next pope….or the end of the very world…but that altruistic streak is flaring up inside me again. I decided to go to the futures of my opponents to show the ramifications of their in-fighting, the acceptance of a match that will no doubt weigh on body and mind….and the fact that they will be inevitably locked in a cage with a group of psychopaths. I go now..to the future to show them how to improve…how to be able to carry on as true human beings….however, I realize they won’t listen to a word I say. So I’m just going for my own personal amusement. But since I’m showing a future you won’t bother to change, try and act shocked when it happens.
((Manson takes a last swipe of pez and breaths in. He steps into the tunnel as generic Jefferson Starship music plays in the background, the camera starts jumping up and down as someone starts switching the light on and off.
CUTTO: Manson finds himself standing outside the “Howard Johnson Home for Assisted Living”. He staggers at first, disoriented from his travel through time. He takes a swipe of pez and steps forward. On the front lawn, a younger child throws a frisbee that catches a catatonic man in a wheelchair right in the forehead. Manson stops and ponders, the camera catching the windows showing caskets in the basement, then he looks up and sees the pandorian flag flying from a window.))
MANSON(with a tear in his eye): Always there…touches me heart..(salutes the flag)…telling me right where I need to go.
((Manson swings around into the alley where an old, shriveled man with bloodshot eyes is going through a trashcan, eating a stained box. He wears a yellow stained undershirt and tight black jeans. He hunches over badly and limps.))
MANSON: Something wrong there, old timer?
OLD MAN: Ah just getting’ sumtin ta eat.
MANSON: Can’t you go inside and do that?
OLD MAN: No surrah, they don’t let me in anymor. Ah got my fork an said who’s da baddest…who’s de woirst can git dis puddin…then they all threw me out…
MANSON: That’s horrible.
OLD MAN: They taught me ta survive like dis back on de island. Ah swam all de way yere when Ah was younging. Ah was a rasslin champion too.
((Manson grabs a flap of skin from his steroid ravaged arm.))
MANSON: I believe it. Say, weren’t you Maelstrom?
MAELSTROM: Yessa, sirrah. Ah was de Maelstrom. Still am when Ah gits muh fork.
MANSON: Don’t you miss it?
MAELSTROM: Surrah Ah do. Dem crowd used ta chant that other guy’s name an’ ah was yellin o lot an then Ah got all dem needles ta make muh arms big. Ah got dat title dat way.
MANSON: Hard match for it?
MAELSTROM: Ah shouldnna won that one, but des league dere don’t wan de old champ…he dunt do dem needles an he wuz a bad man ya know. Used ta hurt dem’s people. ((Takes a bite from a rotten apple.)) Sez, yall look like he wuz. Don’t know wha happened ta him though. Ya hes son?
MANSON: No sir, just a traveler of the 4th dimension.
MAELSTROM: Ah dun like dem big words like “dere” an “tolete”…hard for me ta sez’em….he aways sez em words…confuze me…((weakly beats his chest))…Ah still got tha…((licks a discarded pizza box)).
MANSON: Sure do. Think you can try that again?
MAELSTROM: Yessir……((He tries again, but his arms tire and Manson catches him as he falls over.))
MANSON: Might I?
MAELSTROM: Sirruh.
((Manson holds him up and proceeds to start slapping him wildly on the chest. Suddenly, Maelstrom’s arms reach up with a jolt as he grabs for his heart, his breath gasps, his eyes widen. Manson lets him go as he collapses to the ground. Manson shakes his head as he walks back through the tunnel, which has been mysteriously edited in.
CUTTO: More lights flashing, a clip of the Matrix with Neo flying, and then fade to white.
CUTTO: Manson walking into a hallway. He grabs the wall to brace himself as people in white walk past. He pulls himself forward and looks into a room. He peers in to see a man bandaged from head to foot, all except for his right arm, where a pen and notepad have been supplied. On the monitor above, the picture in picture shows him being pinned by Manson again and again, while the large picture shows Jared Justice, standing center ring, doused in gasoline.))
JUSTICE: Now they’ll finally buy one of my t-shirts.
((He pulls out a lighter and erupts in flames as the crowd plays with a beach ball.
Manson takes a step back as he is brushed by a butch nurse with large eyebrows and hairy forearms. The name tag proudly reads “Jean”. She walks in, replaces Jared’s bed pan and tucks him in. She smiles warmly even with that all too familiar condescending stare. Jared scribbles on his notepad, “I’m glad you had the surgery.”))
JEAN: I was never a champion, I was never really a man, but I’m the best darn nurse in New Jersey.
((Jared writes something on his pad that cannot be distinguished.))
JEAN(laughing): Is that what you want? Well, they’re real….and they’re spectacular…..((Begins to open shirt.))
((Manson screams and flees back the way he came.))
((CUTTO: Flashing strobe lights, clips of Carson Daly denying he had any relationship with Christina Aguilera……Fade to Black.))
((FADEIN: Michael Manson finds himself amongst dirty walls and floors. They are lined with tattoo designs and cut cushions. He follows them through an open door where a graying man with a mohawk and jean jacket lacking sleeves, both arms tattooed completely, stands over someone with his bloodied hands holding sharpened instruments.))
MAN: I…I tried to tell you..it’s inhuman….it’s..it’s…Mister Poe please…
((Poe slaps him, the man’s face bleed from the friction as Poe’s arm and hand have been pierced and tattooed completely to the point that there’s no skin.))
MAN: Please…please…
POE(using a voice box): Mirror. Mirror.
((The man, trembling, hands him a mirror. Poe looks at his reflection and then slams the mirror down, shattering it.))
MAN: I told you….Jarod..please…the piercings were enough. You shouldn’t have gone this far. It’s all I could do….but still…please….
((Poe slaps him again and shoves him away. Suddenly, he sits up, revealing to Manson..the FACE OF JEAN RABESQUE.))
POE(using voice box with his free hand playing with beads pierced to his ear): Now I will really scare people.
((The man reaches up with a mask, eerily similar to that of the Masked Blazer. Poe grabs it and pulls it on.))
POE(using voice box): Now stitch this on.
MAN:..But…but why?
POE(using voice box): I can’t go through life like this.
((The screen begins to dim and then the camera starts jumping again as static fills the screen. Suddenly, Manson walks out from the side and stands with the static in the background, white noise low joining with it.))
MANSON: Maelstrom, reduced to eating garbage..all right not such a large departure..but still the state of him unrewarded despite his efforts as champion…..Jared Justice burning himself alive for attention..Jean Rabesque giving up whatever he counts as masculinity…..and jarod Poe reaching levels of depravity unseen even by the likes of me. But it needn’t end this way. You can change your futures, yes….follow my advice…..follow Cannonball Kid’s advice…follow someone else’s advice at least. Because your lives are headed in the wrong direction. There’s still time though…..but you won’t listen. But I’ll have your undivided attention in the cage. And to lend credence..I’ll show a glimpse of my future…
((Static fills the screen and then fades to black. The scene lights up in a prison, the floor polished and paintings hung on the wall. The center of the room holds a cell with glass walls. Contained within, a bed, carpet, and MICHAEL MANSON with gray streaks in his hair wearing a prisoner’s outfit as Mozart plays from a corner of his cell. A small bookcase has paintings, sketches, and photographs littered around it. A small table has an empty plate with knife and fork prepared. He stands smiling at the glass, his hands behind his back.))
MANSON(in stiff British accent): Well, hello King Krusher.
((KING KRUSHER, his hair white and his face wrinkled, enters in a gray business suit accompanied by 3 armored guards wearing helmets. He approaches the glass, but stops short.))
KK(with slight southern accent): Mister Manson, Golem has been attacked again. The 47th time in so many years. The parking lot again ironically. He’s retired and everything, but we still found him out there anyway.
MANSON: I assure you, Krusher, I was here. You are aware. Why are you really here? Perhaps to discuss your sense of inferiority as a commissioner, which you expressed throughout my GLCW tenture? I believe it dates back to your childhood though, do I remind you of your father?
KK: Mister Manson, Mister Malec has given me permission to ask for your assistance in this matter. We believe you might know the culprit, or give insight into his mind.
MANSON: The Masked Blazer again? Or was that you? Still, back to your father…did he beat you? Did you find that dead canine in your bed? Of course you revisited that during our time together. You could never properly strike back at me, such as with your father.
KK: Does this apply to the case?
MANSON(his hands pressed against the glass as his breath marks it): Add to that the failure to protect your brother. You cannot save anyone, let alone yourself. Perhaps you know this deep inside, to the point that you make your own point.
KK: I’ll not take this…
MANSON: The point being that as a failure you come to me just to drag this along….knowing full well the blood on your own hands….your brother’s…Golem’s….but you put that there yourself..didn’t you?
((KK dramatically rushes against the glass and stops himself. He composes himself.))
KK(in a whisper): I’m glad you’re here, Manson.
MANSON: I find retirement…fascinating.
KK: And you’ll stay there. You can’t do anything ever again. Nothing. You’ll rot. And it makes me happy. Very, very happy.
((KK turns away and begins to walk, a smile across his face.))
MANSON: You’re wrong, you know.
KK(turning back): What?
MANSON: I can do things. In fact, I have several hobbies.
KK: So?
MANSON:..Also…..
KK: What?
MANSON: I’m meeting an old friend for dinner.
((Manson’s smile widens as the guards take off their helmets to reveal ANARKY, FLATLINER, and KRAVEN who proceed to take their nightsticks and pound and beat KK bloody. Manson sits down at his bed, prepares his knife and fork, to the sound of KK’s screams.))
FTB
((FADEIN: Michael Manson, in black t-shirt and jeans along with leather jacket, stands in front of a metallic tunnel. He has pez dispenser in hand as he gazes inside.))
MANSON: Long have I pondered what else I could put my skills to other than the wrestling ring. Then I realized this might help mankind and not me specifically, so I decided to apply my otherworldly abilities to the ring. And having already traveled to the farthest reaches of Pandora Island..I have mastered the 4th Dimension. Now I could go and see who wins the Superbowl…..the next pope….or the end of the very world…but that altruistic streak is flaring up inside me again. I decided to go to the futures of my opponents to show the ramifications of their in-fighting, the acceptance of a match that will no doubt weigh on body and mind….and the fact that they will be inevitably locked in a cage with a group of psychopaths. I go now..to the future to show them how to improve…how to be able to carry on as true human beings….however, I realize they won’t listen to a word I say. So I’m just going for my own personal amusement. But since I’m showing a future you won’t bother to change, try and act shocked when it happens.
((Manson takes a last swipe of pez and breaths in. He steps into the tunnel as generic Jefferson Starship music plays in the background, the camera starts jumping up and down as someone starts switching the light on and off.
CUTTO: Manson finds himself standing outside the “Howard Johnson Home for Assisted Living”. He staggers at first, disoriented from his travel through time. He takes a swipe of pez and steps forward. On the front lawn, a younger child throws a frisbee that catches a catatonic man in a wheelchair right in the forehead. Manson stops and ponders, the camera catching the windows showing caskets in the basement, then he looks up and sees the pandorian flag flying from a window.))
MANSON(with a tear in his eye): Always there…touches me heart..(salutes the flag)…telling me right where I need to go.
((Manson swings around into the alley where an old, shriveled man with bloodshot eyes is going through a trashcan, eating a stained box. He wears a yellow stained undershirt and tight black jeans. He hunches over badly and limps.))
MANSON: Something wrong there, old timer?
OLD MAN: Ah just getting’ sumtin ta eat.
MANSON: Can’t you go inside and do that?
OLD MAN: No surrah, they don’t let me in anymor. Ah got my fork an said who’s da baddest…who’s de woirst can git dis puddin…then they all threw me out…
MANSON: That’s horrible.
OLD MAN: They taught me ta survive like dis back on de island. Ah swam all de way yere when Ah was younging. Ah was a rasslin champion too.
((Manson grabs a flap of skin from his steroid ravaged arm.))
MANSON: I believe it. Say, weren’t you Maelstrom?
MAELSTROM: Yessa, sirrah. Ah was de Maelstrom. Still am when Ah gits muh fork.
MANSON: Don’t you miss it?
MAELSTROM: Surrah Ah do. Dem crowd used ta chant that other guy’s name an’ ah was yellin o lot an then Ah got all dem needles ta make muh arms big. Ah got dat title dat way.
MANSON: Hard match for it?
MAELSTROM: Ah shouldnna won that one, but des league dere don’t wan de old champ…he dunt do dem needles an he wuz a bad man ya know. Used ta hurt dem’s people. ((Takes a bite from a rotten apple.)) Sez, yall look like he wuz. Don’t know wha happened ta him though. Ya hes son?
MANSON: No sir, just a traveler of the 4th dimension.
MAELSTROM: Ah dun like dem big words like “dere” an “tolete”…hard for me ta sez’em….he aways sez em words…confuze me…((weakly beats his chest))…Ah still got tha…((licks a discarded pizza box)).
MANSON: Sure do. Think you can try that again?
MAELSTROM: Yessir……((He tries again, but his arms tire and Manson catches him as he falls over.))
MANSON: Might I?
MAELSTROM: Sirruh.
((Manson holds him up and proceeds to start slapping him wildly on the chest. Suddenly, Maelstrom’s arms reach up with a jolt as he grabs for his heart, his breath gasps, his eyes widen. Manson lets him go as he collapses to the ground. Manson shakes his head as he walks back through the tunnel, which has been mysteriously edited in.
CUTTO: More lights flashing, a clip of the Matrix with Neo flying, and then fade to white.
CUTTO: Manson walking into a hallway. He grabs the wall to brace himself as people in white walk past. He pulls himself forward and looks into a room. He peers in to see a man bandaged from head to foot, all except for his right arm, where a pen and notepad have been supplied. On the monitor above, the picture in picture shows him being pinned by Manson again and again, while the large picture shows Jared Justice, standing center ring, doused in gasoline.))
JUSTICE: Now they’ll finally buy one of my t-shirts.
((He pulls out a lighter and erupts in flames as the crowd plays with a beach ball.
Manson takes a step back as he is brushed by a butch nurse with large eyebrows and hairy forearms. The name tag proudly reads “Jean”. She walks in, replaces Jared’s bed pan and tucks him in. She smiles warmly even with that all too familiar condescending stare. Jared scribbles on his notepad, “I’m glad you had the surgery.”))
JEAN: I was never a champion, I was never really a man, but I’m the best darn nurse in New Jersey.
((Jared writes something on his pad that cannot be distinguished.))
JEAN(laughing): Is that what you want? Well, they’re real….and they’re spectacular…..((Begins to open shirt.))
((Manson screams and flees back the way he came.))
((CUTTO: Flashing strobe lights, clips of Carson Daly denying he had any relationship with Christina Aguilera……Fade to Black.))
((FADEIN: Michael Manson finds himself amongst dirty walls and floors. They are lined with tattoo designs and cut cushions. He follows them through an open door where a graying man with a mohawk and jean jacket lacking sleeves, both arms tattooed completely, stands over someone with his bloodied hands holding sharpened instruments.))
MAN: I…I tried to tell you..it’s inhuman….it’s..it’s…Mister Poe please…
((Poe slaps him, the man’s face bleed from the friction as Poe’s arm and hand have been pierced and tattooed completely to the point that there’s no skin.))
MAN: Please…please…
POE(using a voice box): Mirror. Mirror.
((The man, trembling, hands him a mirror. Poe looks at his reflection and then slams the mirror down, shattering it.))
MAN: I told you….Jarod..please…the piercings were enough. You shouldn’t have gone this far. It’s all I could do….but still…please….
((Poe slaps him again and shoves him away. Suddenly, he sits up, revealing to Manson..the FACE OF JEAN RABESQUE.))
POE(using voice box with his free hand playing with beads pierced to his ear): Now I will really scare people.
((The man reaches up with a mask, eerily similar to that of the Masked Blazer. Poe grabs it and pulls it on.))
POE(using voice box): Now stitch this on.
MAN:..But…but why?
POE(using voice box): I can’t go through life like this.
((The screen begins to dim and then the camera starts jumping again as static fills the screen. Suddenly, Manson walks out from the side and stands with the static in the background, white noise low joining with it.))
MANSON: Maelstrom, reduced to eating garbage..all right not such a large departure..but still the state of him unrewarded despite his efforts as champion…..Jared Justice burning himself alive for attention..Jean Rabesque giving up whatever he counts as masculinity…..and jarod Poe reaching levels of depravity unseen even by the likes of me. But it needn’t end this way. You can change your futures, yes….follow my advice…..follow Cannonball Kid’s advice…follow someone else’s advice at least. Because your lives are headed in the wrong direction. There’s still time though…..but you won’t listen. But I’ll have your undivided attention in the cage. And to lend credence..I’ll show a glimpse of my future…
((Static fills the screen and then fades to black. The scene lights up in a prison, the floor polished and paintings hung on the wall. The center of the room holds a cell with glass walls. Contained within, a bed, carpet, and MICHAEL MANSON with gray streaks in his hair wearing a prisoner’s outfit as Mozart plays from a corner of his cell. A small bookcase has paintings, sketches, and photographs littered around it. A small table has an empty plate with knife and fork prepared. He stands smiling at the glass, his hands behind his back.))
MANSON(in stiff British accent): Well, hello King Krusher.
((KING KRUSHER, his hair white and his face wrinkled, enters in a gray business suit accompanied by 3 armored guards wearing helmets. He approaches the glass, but stops short.))
KK(with slight southern accent): Mister Manson, Golem has been attacked again. The 47th time in so many years. The parking lot again ironically. He’s retired and everything, but we still found him out there anyway.
MANSON: I assure you, Krusher, I was here. You are aware. Why are you really here? Perhaps to discuss your sense of inferiority as a commissioner, which you expressed throughout my GLCW tenture? I believe it dates back to your childhood though, do I remind you of your father?
KK: Mister Manson, Mister Malec has given me permission to ask for your assistance in this matter. We believe you might know the culprit, or give insight into his mind.
MANSON: The Masked Blazer again? Or was that you? Still, back to your father…did he beat you? Did you find that dead canine in your bed? Of course you revisited that during our time together. You could never properly strike back at me, such as with your father.
KK: Does this apply to the case?
MANSON(his hands pressed against the glass as his breath marks it): Add to that the failure to protect your brother. You cannot save anyone, let alone yourself. Perhaps you know this deep inside, to the point that you make your own point.
KK: I’ll not take this…
MANSON: The point being that as a failure you come to me just to drag this along….knowing full well the blood on your own hands….your brother’s…Golem’s….but you put that there yourself..didn’t you?
((KK dramatically rushes against the glass and stops himself. He composes himself.))
KK(in a whisper): I’m glad you’re here, Manson.
MANSON: I find retirement…fascinating.
KK: And you’ll stay there. You can’t do anything ever again. Nothing. You’ll rot. And it makes me happy. Very, very happy.
((KK turns away and begins to walk, a smile across his face.))
MANSON: You’re wrong, you know.
KK(turning back): What?
MANSON: I can do things. In fact, I have several hobbies.
KK: So?
MANSON:..Also…..
KK: What?
MANSON: I’m meeting an old friend for dinner.
((Manson’s smile widens as the guards take off their helmets to reveal ANARKY, FLATLINER, and KRAVEN who proceed to take their nightsticks and pound and beat KK bloody. Manson sits down at his bed, prepares his knife and fork, to the sound of KK’s screams.))
FTB
JC
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The art of war....pt 1.....
(“Throughout man’s history, the art of war has been self taught and very ancient, older than man himself… When the earth was at its infancy, it was the dinosaurs that wage war and upon their demise they passed the knowledge of that ancient art onto man… Kane learnt very quickly the thrill of the kill when he decided to end Abel’s life and so the knowledge was given birth yet again, this time a much more intelligent species had the knowledge and with it came envy, desire, lust, hatred and chaos… Yes folks throughout history war has flourished; it has mesmerized us, it has entranced us and at the same time it has turned our stomachs and has heard our outcries of opposition… The true drug of the Gods, the aphrodisiac of mankind; War eliminates those we see as a threat, it destroys civilizations, while giving birth to new ones, we have cheered it, we have grieved it and most important it has become a way of life for mankind… Sad but true folks, sad but true…”
{A screen comes alive with scenes of war, a battlefield of hacked and dying men being trampled upon by warring men… Fade to: Custer’s last stand fades into scenes of Attila the Hun which in turn fade into scenes of the Civil War, the Revolutionary War, WWI, WWII, Vietnam, the Persian Gulf… The last scene is a collage of the Wargames participants; on one side we see The Unholy Alliance along with Manson and Anarky and on the other we see Maelstrom, Jared Justice, Jean Rabesque and Jarod Poe; scenes of their matches are shown, Manson becoming the first GLCW… The UA becoming the very first GLCW tag team champions… It then fades into Maelstrom raising the same title high in the air as he defeats Manson in what has become one for the books… Fade to: Jean Rabesque and his many battles against the UA, scenes from the controversial match between him and Flatliner are shown… Fade to Anarky as he attacks Maelstrom; fade to Poe becoming the GLCW TV champion… Fade to the GLCW logo…}
“The history of mankind was built from flesh and blood, shattered dreams and broken bones, where man has killed man brother has gone against brother, and trust has been betrayed, let’s face it folks, we are a warring planet, it is the foundation in which nations have arisen and have fallen, the rise and fall of the Roman Empire was nothing more than the tip of the iceberg… Now we are to view yet another type of war…. WARGAMES!!! Inside the confines of a 10x10 steel cage two four men teams will try to annihilate each other… The same madness that drove Kane to annihilate Abel is the very same madness that drives these eight men… Their history and careers intertwining with one another as the years passed and they rose among the ranks to become the very best the GLCW has to offer… Now I ask you folks, why would Malec allow such a battle to take place!? Why sacrifice the very foundation of the GLCW in one match!? Is it Greed!? Is it the fan’s blood lust to see the mother of all battles, to coin a phrase if I may… Or is it because it was unavoidable and regardless of what he said and KK tried to enforce, no force on earth would have been able to keep these eight men apart… Well whatever the reason, whatever the rationale behind it, this will be one for the ages folks…. Now I don’t know about you, but this “Wargames” match has really caught my attention and why that is you ask!? Quite simple, on one side you will have Maelstrom and on the other you have Kraven and Flatliner, and let’s not forget the “wildcard” NEVADA SMITH!!! Now it is a very well known fact that while the same blood courses through their veins, all similarities end there… They have at times united but mostly have fought against each other, and as I see it, Wargames will be no exception… Yes Wargames will be one for the history books folks, while all eight participants are top caliber superstars; the ones to watch will be the Pandorians, especially Nevada Smith, what is his interest here and most of all, what is his purpose for even being included in this!? Well I wouldn’t say included as in being a participant but I have it on good authority that he will be present, he will be somewhere in the arena… This match will not be for the squeamish folks, leave the little ones at home, spare them the nightmares, the horror that they may witness… There’s a lot of bad blood between all eight of these warriors and believe me when I say, when you place them within the confines of a steel cage, all hell is going to break loose and it might just get so intense that… Well let me not jump to conclusions here folks, don’t want to give it all away… I had the opportunity to talk to the UA and Nevada, a man I had assumed had retired, but then we all know what happens when you assume… Listen to what Nevada and the UA had to say, and again make your own conclusions that is if you know how…”
(Screen once again comes alive, this time we see Rico Suave as he talks to the UA and Nevada… They appear to be in a parking lot, the usual black Humvee a short distance away…)
RS: So Nevada, last I heard you had retired, have you come out of retirement and also are you about to sign with the GLCW!? And where’s JC!? I also wanted to ask…. (Nevada cuts in)
NEVADA: You never change do you!? Do I look like JC’s keeper!? How the hell should I know where that runt is… Am I going to sign with the GLCW!? Wouldn’t that contradict your first asinine question!? If what you last heard was true, why would I be signing up with the GLCW… I don’t think Malec has that type of money to sign me up… Then again I am sure that even if Malec wanted to, his lil sheriff wouldn’t stand for it… KK knows full well that no way, no how is he going to bark orders at me and stay standing upright… He can pull that law enforcement crap on Mael and all the other monkeys, but he knows all too well at what cost it’ll be for him to try that crap with me… But anyway, I’m not here to start any trouble, hell Mael has taken care of that all too well… Instead of bringing one sacrificial lamb to the party he has decided to bring three this time around… Mael, you and the guys have made one hell of a run, you have done what very few had set out to accomplish and actually do… Throughout the years you all have dominated wrestling, have won numerous titles and have fought some incredible opponents… You have all reached full circle and you know what that means Mael!? Our times have come and gone Mael, time to allow those who walk in our footsteps to take the lead, so stop being so freaking selfish Mael!!! (Smirks) I saw that last promo of yours Mael, you know the one in where you go off like a raving freaking lunatic, and start babbling about just how great you are and how far more superior you are to the rest of us… The jury is still out on that one Mael, and as far as me being a “Maelstrom wanna-be” (Starts to laugh in a cynical manner) Get real Mael, what makes you think that anyone let alone myself want to even resemble you in any way, shape or form!? Is that what you’ve become Mael!? A freaking NARCISSUS!!! You’re so into yourself that you have yet to realize that the world has passed you by… You disappoint me Mael, I thought by now you would have gotten over those two azz kicking I handed you, but if what you want to do is hold a grudge go right ahead, I may just kick your azz again in front of all your so-called friends…
RS: Hmmm, I see…
KRAVEN: You see nothing, just like Mael, you’re as blind as a damn bat… So here we are once again Mael, flapping your freaking gums talking crap… Reliving out days of grandeur, trying to relive days of yore; isn’t that right dude… It doesn’t surprise me one bit, that’s the typical and predictable end result only you can muster up… Look at you, you’re nothing more than a scheming conniving malcontent who was tossed out on his rear end!!! That’s right Mael; you hate us with a passion because WE were the ones that initiated your expulsion from the NEH… You come out here talking all that trash about we’re nothing more than mere shells of what we were… You’ll even brag about your supposedly insignificant and controversial wins over us and as always you will leave out big chunks of the truth… But that’s typical of you Mael, just like this illusion you dwell in, you know the one Mael, the one in which you think you’re that much better than us… You have the peons believing that you’re this big bad boogey man, but we know you better Mael, we know what you’re really all about… And in case your partners are wondering just why we have directed all our attention at you and are totally disregarding them, should be quite obvious; they are insignificant Mael… It’s all about you, but guys, don’t think for one second we are underestimating you because we’re not!!! You might intimidate the majority in the GLCW, but you don’t sweat us Mael…
RS: Errrrrr… Mr. Flatliner, would you care to make any comments!? Mr. Flatliner!?
(Without warning Flatliner rushes Rico and grabbing him by his neck lifts him off his feet, we hear Rico gagging as Kraven rushes in and tries to pry Rico out of Flatliner’s grip, Nevada just watches with a cynical grin…)
KRAVEN: Let him go Flats!!!
(It takes Nevada coming and saying something in Flatliner’s ear to make him let go of Rico who drops like a ton of brick onto the ground… Rubbing his neck, he grabs the mike and with a look of shock stares at Flatliner…)
RS: What was that for man!? What is your problem!? I’m not the enemy man!?
(Camera fades off as Nevada and the UA head towards the Humvee, Rico continues to rub his neck…)
(“That’s what it’s like to be too close to any of them, folks they are very volatile, but Flatliner takes the cake… It didn’t help either that they are still no closer to who or what attacked him a while back; sending him to the hospital for a few days… I did however got an interview with just Flatliner alone and he was a totally different man, JC, regardless of what you think about him and what the UA say about him, can at times surprise you, he sure as hell surprised me when he showed up at the studio with Flatliner… At first I thought, of calling security but I’m glad I didn’t I probably would have triggered Flatliner with that action and all it would have done was make matters worst… As you will see in our next segment, Flatliner brings to light even more; but I was watching his body movement, his expressions and folks I can honestly say that he falls in the lines of none other than Nevada Smith, says one thing while meaning something else… Good night folks and as always the pleasure has been all yours….:
Fade to black…
(“Throughout man’s history, the art of war has been self taught and very ancient, older than man himself… When the earth was at its infancy, it was the dinosaurs that wage war and upon their demise they passed the knowledge of that ancient art onto man… Kane learnt very quickly the thrill of the kill when he decided to end Abel’s life and so the knowledge was given birth yet again, this time a much more intelligent species had the knowledge and with it came envy, desire, lust, hatred and chaos… Yes folks throughout history war has flourished; it has mesmerized us, it has entranced us and at the same time it has turned our stomachs and has heard our outcries of opposition… The true drug of the Gods, the aphrodisiac of mankind; War eliminates those we see as a threat, it destroys civilizations, while giving birth to new ones, we have cheered it, we have grieved it and most important it has become a way of life for mankind… Sad but true folks, sad but true…”
{A screen comes alive with scenes of war, a battlefield of hacked and dying men being trampled upon by warring men… Fade to: Custer’s last stand fades into scenes of Attila the Hun which in turn fade into scenes of the Civil War, the Revolutionary War, WWI, WWII, Vietnam, the Persian Gulf… The last scene is a collage of the Wargames participants; on one side we see The Unholy Alliance along with Manson and Anarky and on the other we see Maelstrom, Jared Justice, Jean Rabesque and Jarod Poe; scenes of their matches are shown, Manson becoming the first GLCW… The UA becoming the very first GLCW tag team champions… It then fades into Maelstrom raising the same title high in the air as he defeats Manson in what has become one for the books… Fade to: Jean Rabesque and his many battles against the UA, scenes from the controversial match between him and Flatliner are shown… Fade to Anarky as he attacks Maelstrom; fade to Poe becoming the GLCW TV champion… Fade to the GLCW logo…}
“The history of mankind was built from flesh and blood, shattered dreams and broken bones, where man has killed man brother has gone against brother, and trust has been betrayed, let’s face it folks, we are a warring planet, it is the foundation in which nations have arisen and have fallen, the rise and fall of the Roman Empire was nothing more than the tip of the iceberg… Now we are to view yet another type of war…. WARGAMES!!! Inside the confines of a 10x10 steel cage two four men teams will try to annihilate each other… The same madness that drove Kane to annihilate Abel is the very same madness that drives these eight men… Their history and careers intertwining with one another as the years passed and they rose among the ranks to become the very best the GLCW has to offer… Now I ask you folks, why would Malec allow such a battle to take place!? Why sacrifice the very foundation of the GLCW in one match!? Is it Greed!? Is it the fan’s blood lust to see the mother of all battles, to coin a phrase if I may… Or is it because it was unavoidable and regardless of what he said and KK tried to enforce, no force on earth would have been able to keep these eight men apart… Well whatever the reason, whatever the rationale behind it, this will be one for the ages folks…. Now I don’t know about you, but this “Wargames” match has really caught my attention and why that is you ask!? Quite simple, on one side you will have Maelstrom and on the other you have Kraven and Flatliner, and let’s not forget the “wildcard” NEVADA SMITH!!! Now it is a very well known fact that while the same blood courses through their veins, all similarities end there… They have at times united but mostly have fought against each other, and as I see it, Wargames will be no exception… Yes Wargames will be one for the history books folks, while all eight participants are top caliber superstars; the ones to watch will be the Pandorians, especially Nevada Smith, what is his interest here and most of all, what is his purpose for even being included in this!? Well I wouldn’t say included as in being a participant but I have it on good authority that he will be present, he will be somewhere in the arena… This match will not be for the squeamish folks, leave the little ones at home, spare them the nightmares, the horror that they may witness… There’s a lot of bad blood between all eight of these warriors and believe me when I say, when you place them within the confines of a steel cage, all hell is going to break loose and it might just get so intense that… Well let me not jump to conclusions here folks, don’t want to give it all away… I had the opportunity to talk to the UA and Nevada, a man I had assumed had retired, but then we all know what happens when you assume… Listen to what Nevada and the UA had to say, and again make your own conclusions that is if you know how…”
(Screen once again comes alive, this time we see Rico Suave as he talks to the UA and Nevada… They appear to be in a parking lot, the usual black Humvee a short distance away…)
RS: So Nevada, last I heard you had retired, have you come out of retirement and also are you about to sign with the GLCW!? And where’s JC!? I also wanted to ask…. (Nevada cuts in)
NEVADA: You never change do you!? Do I look like JC’s keeper!? How the hell should I know where that runt is… Am I going to sign with the GLCW!? Wouldn’t that contradict your first asinine question!? If what you last heard was true, why would I be signing up with the GLCW… I don’t think Malec has that type of money to sign me up… Then again I am sure that even if Malec wanted to, his lil sheriff wouldn’t stand for it… KK knows full well that no way, no how is he going to bark orders at me and stay standing upright… He can pull that law enforcement crap on Mael and all the other monkeys, but he knows all too well at what cost it’ll be for him to try that crap with me… But anyway, I’m not here to start any trouble, hell Mael has taken care of that all too well… Instead of bringing one sacrificial lamb to the party he has decided to bring three this time around… Mael, you and the guys have made one hell of a run, you have done what very few had set out to accomplish and actually do… Throughout the years you all have dominated wrestling, have won numerous titles and have fought some incredible opponents… You have all reached full circle and you know what that means Mael!? Our times have come and gone Mael, time to allow those who walk in our footsteps to take the lead, so stop being so freaking selfish Mael!!! (Smirks) I saw that last promo of yours Mael, you know the one in where you go off like a raving freaking lunatic, and start babbling about just how great you are and how far more superior you are to the rest of us… The jury is still out on that one Mael, and as far as me being a “Maelstrom wanna-be” (Starts to laugh in a cynical manner) Get real Mael, what makes you think that anyone let alone myself want to even resemble you in any way, shape or form!? Is that what you’ve become Mael!? A freaking NARCISSUS!!! You’re so into yourself that you have yet to realize that the world has passed you by… You disappoint me Mael, I thought by now you would have gotten over those two azz kicking I handed you, but if what you want to do is hold a grudge go right ahead, I may just kick your azz again in front of all your so-called friends…
RS: Hmmm, I see…
KRAVEN: You see nothing, just like Mael, you’re as blind as a damn bat… So here we are once again Mael, flapping your freaking gums talking crap… Reliving out days of grandeur, trying to relive days of yore; isn’t that right dude… It doesn’t surprise me one bit, that’s the typical and predictable end result only you can muster up… Look at you, you’re nothing more than a scheming conniving malcontent who was tossed out on his rear end!!! That’s right Mael; you hate us with a passion because WE were the ones that initiated your expulsion from the NEH… You come out here talking all that trash about we’re nothing more than mere shells of what we were… You’ll even brag about your supposedly insignificant and controversial wins over us and as always you will leave out big chunks of the truth… But that’s typical of you Mael, just like this illusion you dwell in, you know the one Mael, the one in which you think you’re that much better than us… You have the peons believing that you’re this big bad boogey man, but we know you better Mael, we know what you’re really all about… And in case your partners are wondering just why we have directed all our attention at you and are totally disregarding them, should be quite obvious; they are insignificant Mael… It’s all about you, but guys, don’t think for one second we are underestimating you because we’re not!!! You might intimidate the majority in the GLCW, but you don’t sweat us Mael…
RS: Errrrrr… Mr. Flatliner, would you care to make any comments!? Mr. Flatliner!?
(Without warning Flatliner rushes Rico and grabbing him by his neck lifts him off his feet, we hear Rico gagging as Kraven rushes in and tries to pry Rico out of Flatliner’s grip, Nevada just watches with a cynical grin…)
KRAVEN: Let him go Flats!!!
(It takes Nevada coming and saying something in Flatliner’s ear to make him let go of Rico who drops like a ton of brick onto the ground… Rubbing his neck, he grabs the mike and with a look of shock stares at Flatliner…)
RS: What was that for man!? What is your problem!? I’m not the enemy man!?
(Camera fades off as Nevada and the UA head towards the Humvee, Rico continues to rub his neck…)
(“That’s what it’s like to be too close to any of them, folks they are very volatile, but Flatliner takes the cake… It didn’t help either that they are still no closer to who or what attacked him a while back; sending him to the hospital for a few days… I did however got an interview with just Flatliner alone and he was a totally different man, JC, regardless of what you think about him and what the UA say about him, can at times surprise you, he sure as hell surprised me when he showed up at the studio with Flatliner… At first I thought, of calling security but I’m glad I didn’t I probably would have triggered Flatliner with that action and all it would have done was make matters worst… As you will see in our next segment, Flatliner brings to light even more; but I was watching his body movement, his expressions and folks I can honestly say that he falls in the lines of none other than Nevada Smith, says one thing while meaning something else… Good night folks and as always the pleasure has been all yours….:
Fade to black…
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON Apr-30-03 AT 04:15 PM (EST)](FADE IN.... a screen with the GLCW logo on it. As the camera pulls back some, we begin to see two figures sitting on stools on either side of the screen. One of them is GLCW Commentator Tony Ross and the other is the GLCW Heavyweight Champion himself, the man known simply as Maelstrom. The GLCW title, as has become the norm since he captured it, is coiled carelessly around the legs of his stool beneath him. At this point, the GLCW logo dissipates and Tony Ross takes it from there...... )
TONY ROSS: I'm here with GLCW Heavyweight Champion, Maelstrom who'll be taking part in the GLCW's first ever PPV, the main event of Ringlords 1, which will feature him teaming up with the GLCW T.V. Title Champion, Jarod Poe, his former E.T. partner Jared Justice and another ex-tag team partner Jean Rabesque against the current tag team champions, the UA, with Anarky and former GLCW Heavyweight Champion, the man you yourself dethroned, Michael Manson. This match has the potential of being one of the biggest matches in the GLCW to date and arguably, anywhere else. There are a lot of questions surrounding this type of match with you Maelstrom, particularly since you've made it a habit of alienating yourself from your partners. Do you think we'll see a repeat of what happened between you and Golem in that three way tag match a while back?
MAELSTROM: Anything is possible, but ultimately, it really all depends on my partners. The ball is in their court so to speak.
TONY ROSS: And what exactly does that mean?
MAELSTROM: Simply put, they F(BLEEP)K up, then more than likely, you WILL see a repeat of what happened between me and Golem.
TONY ROSS: That kind of talk won't exactly inspire any camaraderie between you and your partners.
MAELSTROM: Yeah, I suppose it won't, but I won't be losing any sleep over it. There IS a reason why I've never bothered goin' after tag team titles, well actually there are more than just a few, but one of the main reasons is that I don't play well with others. Nor do I care to. I go my own direction and my partners can either follow suit with me or go against me.... the choice is theirs as well as the consequences.
TONY ROSS: Well, do you anticipate any type of problems at this point?
MAELSTROM: Well, Raby has already proven that he can more than handle his end the last time we paired up.... Justice, well, he and I have a long history as a very successful team back in the days of the WWWA. So the only question mark right now would be Jarod Poe. In any event, it's all irrelevant 'cuz the past has no bearing on the present. I expect all of 'em to show their worth.
TONY ROSS: And if they don't meet up with your expectations?
MAELSTROM: (grins faintly) Well, lets just say that I can be their best friend, or their worst enemy.... the choice is theirs.
TONY ROSS: I see, well what if you yourself don't measure up to their standards?
MAELSTROM: (raises his eyebrows in a mock look of concern) They wanna hold me accountable for anything, they're more than welcome to try it.... though they might be biting off more than they can chew.
TONY ROSS: Why take this kind of stand with your allies? With your partners?
MAELSTROM: (shrugs his massive shoulders in an uncaring manner) Alliances for the most part are temporary an' in my case usually out of mere convenience. I'm not here to make any friends an' I could care less 'bout the enemies I make. I'm contractually obligated by the GLCW to pair up with whoever the GLCW sees fit an' I'll hold up my obligations..... on MY terms.
TONY ROSS: Just seems a bit suicidal to provoke your own allies but I suppose you know what you're doing. This match will pit you once again against the UA who you just recently beat in a non-title tag match with Jared Justice.
(both men pause as they look upon the screen between them which begins displaying that very same match, showing Kraven leaping off the turnbuckle only to be caught in mid air by Maelstrom and power-slammed for the three count)
TONY ROSS: I think it's fair to assume that after that match, they'll be coming after you hard. A bit of retribution on their minds.
MAELSTROM: (smiling) Hey, I wouldn't have it any other way, unfortunately, I won't be expecting anything new from either of them..... there won't be any surprises coming from them. I've been feuding with them for nearly six years an' it's always the same tired ol' meladramatic gibberish from them. They want the world to view them as so intimidating..... so unbelievably hardcore that they'll go to any lengths to try an' have you perceive them as such, even if it means making themselves play the fool. At the other end of the spectrum, we have their partner Manson.
(they pause once again as the screen between them now shows Michael Manson loading up with a pair of brass knuckles and cold-cocking Maelstrom during a three-way tag team match)
MAELSTROM: Here we have the other extreme. A man so obsessed with trying to appear witty and entertaining, that he manages to have people laughing AT him instead of with him. An' if that weren't bad enough, he's still using those same tired Pandorian indirects of months ago. They didn't garnish their desired effect then, an' they won't do so now.
TONY ROSS: You're one of the few men to beat Manson in the GLCW tha-----
(interrupted)
MAELSTROM: You say that as though it's supposed to carry some sorta weight or somethin'?! It means S(BLEEP)T to me. Ya act as if I accomplished something major by beating him..... as if I were the underdog during our match...... (shakes his head disparagingly) Hell, I'll be the first to go on record as saying that beating Manson was by NO means any major accomplishment.... I've said it before an' I'll say it again.... he's good, no doubt about that, but he's nowhere near as good as he THINKS he is. Hell, the ONLY time he can get any sort of edge on me is by bringing in foreign objects or having someone interfere on his behalf.... an' even THEN, he's still hard pressed to get the job done.
TONY ROSS: What about your other opponent, Anarky?
(the screen between them cuts to a shot of Anarky punking Maelstrom out on the night Maelstrom captured the GLCW Heavyweight title)
TONY ROSS: You two were heading on collision courses many times before in different leagues, but for one reason or another, it never quite transpired. Now however, you'll be facing him for the first time in your career. How do you feel about that?
MAELSTROM: Feel? Hell, there's nothin' to feel. The man, just like Manson, feels the need to attack me not only with a foreign object but also when my back was turned. So what do you expect me to feel? Hatred? Anger? Respect? If I were to feel anythin' for Anarky, believe me, it would be pity. A man who feels the need to take shortcuts during confrontations is lacking in himself..... question is, does he know what he's lacking or for that matter, is he even aware that he is lacking?
TONY ROSS: Interesting point, however, there is no denying that Anarky has built up a most impressive reputation, some would even say one that rivals even the likes of yours.
MAELSTROM: Indeed. An' that's supposed to concern me? (shakes his head as he smiles) Listen, I have no misconceptions 'bout what Anarky is capable of..... but by the same token, I have no illusions 'bout my own capabilities. An' while many will suggest that we are on the same level or quite possibly mirror images of each other..... there's one area that we differ in ......
TONY ROSS: And what would that be?
MAELSTROM: The FACT that I don't need or have ever used foreign objects or interference to impose my will. When I beat ya, I beat ya while I'm staring you in the face not waiting for that cowardly moment when your back is turned.
TONY ROSS: Are you trying to insinuate that that makes you better than Anarky?
MAELSTROM: No. YOU ARE! I'm simply stating facts. These guys have chosen THEIR path on their road to success an' I've chosen mine. Which path is ultimately tougher is purely subjective at best, but in the scheme of it all, it really doesn't matter now does it? I mean, the fans an' promotions don't seem to give a damn 'bout how you get there, so long as you get there. It's all excitement for the fans which translates into dollar signs for the promotions. It's all 'bout business which is why I treat it as such, which is why I maintain my attitudes with partners an' opponents alike.
TONY ROSS: Well, it does sort of lend a better understanding as to why you have such a regimented view of your partners. But it does still put a strain on whatever temporary alliance you may have.
MAELSTROM: Tony, ya have to realize something, today's partner will ultimately be tomorrows opponent. There's no room, nor need for extended alliances. I've always been a loner an' will always remain one. The last time I trusted someone was in New Japan an' we all know how that went. All I ask of whoever pairs up with me is to watch my back, an' I'll in turn watch theirs. If they're so incompetent that they can't accomplish that simple request, then they are worthless to me an' I have no use for them. They may as well be my opponent if they can't watch my back an' I'll view 'em as such were it to happen.
TONY ROSS: Okay, we seem to be running out of time here so I'd like to ask you one final question. Getting back to your REAL opponents, The UA, Anarky and Manson. Do you have any predictions for this match?
MAELSTROM: Can't help ya with any predictions ..... (gives a malicious grin as he smacks a huge fist into his palm) ya see, I only deal in .... reality!
TONY ROSS: Well, that's all the time we have right now. I'd like to thank Maelstrom for granting this interview on such short notice (Maelstrom nods faintly in response) I'm Tony Ross for GLCW urging you not to miss the GLCW's first ever PPV, Ringlords 1!
(The lights dim a bit as we see Tony Ross and Maelstrom continue to converse as the screen between them begins to shuffle through stills of all the wrestlers who'll be featured on the PPV's main event match .... as we in turn, simply .... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Apr-30-03 AT 04:15 PM (EST)](FADE IN.... a screen with the GLCW logo on it. As the camera pulls back some, we begin to see two figures sitting on stools on either side of the screen. One of them is GLCW Commentator Tony Ross and the other is the GLCW Heavyweight Champion himself, the man known simply as Maelstrom. The GLCW title, as has become the norm since he captured it, is coiled carelessly around the legs of his stool beneath him. At this point, the GLCW logo dissipates and Tony Ross takes it from there...... )
TONY ROSS: I'm here with GLCW Heavyweight Champion, Maelstrom who'll be taking part in the GLCW's first ever PPV, the main event of Ringlords 1, which will feature him teaming up with the GLCW T.V. Title Champion, Jarod Poe, his former E.T. partner Jared Justice and another ex-tag team partner Jean Rabesque against the current tag team champions, the UA, with Anarky and former GLCW Heavyweight Champion, the man you yourself dethroned, Michael Manson. This match has the potential of being one of the biggest matches in the GLCW to date and arguably, anywhere else. There are a lot of questions surrounding this type of match with you Maelstrom, particularly since you've made it a habit of alienating yourself from your partners. Do you think we'll see a repeat of what happened between you and Golem in that three way tag match a while back?
MAELSTROM: Anything is possible, but ultimately, it really all depends on my partners. The ball is in their court so to speak.
TONY ROSS: And what exactly does that mean?
MAELSTROM: Simply put, they F(BLEEP)K up, then more than likely, you WILL see a repeat of what happened between me and Golem.
TONY ROSS: That kind of talk won't exactly inspire any camaraderie between you and your partners.
MAELSTROM: Yeah, I suppose it won't, but I won't be losing any sleep over it. There IS a reason why I've never bothered goin' after tag team titles, well actually there are more than just a few, but one of the main reasons is that I don't play well with others. Nor do I care to. I go my own direction and my partners can either follow suit with me or go against me.... the choice is theirs as well as the consequences.
TONY ROSS: Well, do you anticipate any type of problems at this point?
MAELSTROM: Well, Raby has already proven that he can more than handle his end the last time we paired up.... Justice, well, he and I have a long history as a very successful team back in the days of the WWWA. So the only question mark right now would be Jarod Poe. In any event, it's all irrelevant 'cuz the past has no bearing on the present. I expect all of 'em to show their worth.
TONY ROSS: And if they don't meet up with your expectations?
MAELSTROM: (grins faintly) Well, lets just say that I can be their best friend, or their worst enemy.... the choice is theirs.
TONY ROSS: I see, well what if you yourself don't measure up to their standards?
MAELSTROM: (raises his eyebrows in a mock look of concern) They wanna hold me accountable for anything, they're more than welcome to try it.... though they might be biting off more than they can chew.
TONY ROSS: Why take this kind of stand with your allies? With your partners?
MAELSTROM: (shrugs his massive shoulders in an uncaring manner) Alliances for the most part are temporary an' in my case usually out of mere convenience. I'm not here to make any friends an' I could care less 'bout the enemies I make. I'm contractually obligated by the GLCW to pair up with whoever the GLCW sees fit an' I'll hold up my obligations..... on MY terms.
TONY ROSS: Just seems a bit suicidal to provoke your own allies but I suppose you know what you're doing. This match will pit you once again against the UA who you just recently beat in a non-title tag match with Jared Justice.
(both men pause as they look upon the screen between them which begins displaying that very same match, showing Kraven leaping off the turnbuckle only to be caught in mid air by Maelstrom and power-slammed for the three count)
TONY ROSS: I think it's fair to assume that after that match, they'll be coming after you hard. A bit of retribution on their minds.
MAELSTROM: (smiling) Hey, I wouldn't have it any other way, unfortunately, I won't be expecting anything new from either of them..... there won't be any surprises coming from them. I've been feuding with them for nearly six years an' it's always the same tired ol' meladramatic gibberish from them. They want the world to view them as so intimidating..... so unbelievably hardcore that they'll go to any lengths to try an' have you perceive them as such, even if it means making themselves play the fool. At the other end of the spectrum, we have their partner Manson.
(they pause once again as the screen between them now shows Michael Manson loading up with a pair of brass knuckles and cold-cocking Maelstrom during a three-way tag team match)
MAELSTROM: Here we have the other extreme. A man so obsessed with trying to appear witty and entertaining, that he manages to have people laughing AT him instead of with him. An' if that weren't bad enough, he's still using those same tired Pandorian indirects of months ago. They didn't garnish their desired effect then, an' they won't do so now.
TONY ROSS: You're one of the few men to beat Manson in the GLCW tha-----
(interrupted)
MAELSTROM: You say that as though it's supposed to carry some sorta weight or somethin'?! It means S(BLEEP)T to me. Ya act as if I accomplished something major by beating him..... as if I were the underdog during our match...... (shakes his head disparagingly) Hell, I'll be the first to go on record as saying that beating Manson was by NO means any major accomplishment.... I've said it before an' I'll say it again.... he's good, no doubt about that, but he's nowhere near as good as he THINKS he is. Hell, the ONLY time he can get any sort of edge on me is by bringing in foreign objects or having someone interfere on his behalf.... an' even THEN, he's still hard pressed to get the job done.
TONY ROSS: What about your other opponent, Anarky?
(the screen between them cuts to a shot of Anarky punking Maelstrom out on the night Maelstrom captured the GLCW Heavyweight title)
TONY ROSS: You two were heading on collision courses many times before in different leagues, but for one reason or another, it never quite transpired. Now however, you'll be facing him for the first time in your career. How do you feel about that?
MAELSTROM: Feel? Hell, there's nothin' to feel. The man, just like Manson, feels the need to attack me not only with a foreign object but also when my back was turned. So what do you expect me to feel? Hatred? Anger? Respect? If I were to feel anythin' for Anarky, believe me, it would be pity. A man who feels the need to take shortcuts during confrontations is lacking in himself..... question is, does he know what he's lacking or for that matter, is he even aware that he is lacking?
TONY ROSS: Interesting point, however, there is no denying that Anarky has built up a most impressive reputation, some would even say one that rivals even the likes of yours.
MAELSTROM: Indeed. An' that's supposed to concern me? (shakes his head as he smiles) Listen, I have no misconceptions 'bout what Anarky is capable of..... but by the same token, I have no illusions 'bout my own capabilities. An' while many will suggest that we are on the same level or quite possibly mirror images of each other..... there's one area that we differ in ......
TONY ROSS: And what would that be?
MAELSTROM: The FACT that I don't need or have ever used foreign objects or interference to impose my will. When I beat ya, I beat ya while I'm staring you in the face not waiting for that cowardly moment when your back is turned.
TONY ROSS: Are you trying to insinuate that that makes you better than Anarky?
MAELSTROM: No. YOU ARE! I'm simply stating facts. These guys have chosen THEIR path on their road to success an' I've chosen mine. Which path is ultimately tougher is purely subjective at best, but in the scheme of it all, it really doesn't matter now does it? I mean, the fans an' promotions don't seem to give a damn 'bout how you get there, so long as you get there. It's all excitement for the fans which translates into dollar signs for the promotions. It's all 'bout business which is why I treat it as such, which is why I maintain my attitudes with partners an' opponents alike.
TONY ROSS: Well, it does sort of lend a better understanding as to why you have such a regimented view of your partners. But it does still put a strain on whatever temporary alliance you may have.
MAELSTROM: Tony, ya have to realize something, today's partner will ultimately be tomorrows opponent. There's no room, nor need for extended alliances. I've always been a loner an' will always remain one. The last time I trusted someone was in New Japan an' we all know how that went. All I ask of whoever pairs up with me is to watch my back, an' I'll in turn watch theirs. If they're so incompetent that they can't accomplish that simple request, then they are worthless to me an' I have no use for them. They may as well be my opponent if they can't watch my back an' I'll view 'em as such were it to happen.
TONY ROSS: Okay, we seem to be running out of time here so I'd like to ask you one final question. Getting back to your REAL opponents, The UA, Anarky and Manson. Do you have any predictions for this match?
MAELSTROM: Can't help ya with any predictions ..... (gives a malicious grin as he smacks a huge fist into his palm) ya see, I only deal in .... reality!
TONY ROSS: Well, that's all the time we have right now. I'd like to thank Maelstrom for granting this interview on such short notice (Maelstrom nods faintly in response) I'm Tony Ross for GLCW urging you not to miss the GLCW's first ever PPV, Ringlords 1!
(The lights dim a bit as we see Tony Ross and Maelstrom continue to converse as the screen between them begins to shuffle through stills of all the wrestlers who'll be featured on the PPV's main event match .... as we in turn, simply .... FADE OUT....)
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The Long Dark Road Out of Hell
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-01-03 AT 09:09 AM (EST)](FADEIN to the darkened halls of what appears to be a prison. Light barely escapes through the overgrown vines that cover the barred window, shedding soft beams onto the floor below. The camera pans over the cracked floor and across a plethora of empty cells. It finally settles in on the final one, which remains closed. A dark figure is huddled in the corner, his eyes stuck on the awful sight of the toilet dripping brown water onto the floor. A single ray of dampened sunlight falls onto the faded leather jacket he wears.)
ANARKY: "It was not so long ago... when someone used to occupy this cell. Not so long ago, indeed, when someone's entire life existed between these concrete walls. A man who dared dream of freedom... or death. One or the other. Because in here, it's the only thing that passes the time: the hope for freedom or the acceptance of escape through death. Some are too cowardly to wait. Some end themselves.
"And what did these men know of honor? These backstabbers? These liars, cheats and murderers? Do you think they complained about honor when someone came from behind and violated them in the worst one someone can be violated? Do you think they cried in their rooms... about how unfair it was?
"No. Of course not. In here, the only law is the law of the jungle. Chaos rules over all and might makes right. Whether it be the might of one man... or the might of a gang. It can even be the might of a particularly clever man who finds a way out. Or at least a way to blend in.
"Do you know what you all have in common? From Jarod Poe to Jean Rabesque? From Jared Justice to the ever-cryptic Maelstrom? You put your false ideals into the world and expect everyone to follow suit. You think that, because you see the world a certain way, that anyone who doesn't agree must be wrong. That you can... to steal a phrase... impose your WILL upon someone.
"Well I'm sure that all works very nicely for the Jobbers and Larry Tacts of the world. I'm sure that walking all over lesser men makes you feel strong. I'm sure that, even in the sanctity of your own mind, the battles you fight are honorable and just.
"But I am not lesser men. I am not Jobber. I am not Larry Tact. I am not anyone whom you have already beaten. Though you may brag of your past victories, they mean even less to me than my own, which I assure you, lack all meaning whatsoever. Indeed, what is my past but the vessel to now? What does it matter what has happened except that it brought me here, to you all?
"Manson and the Unholy Alliance are on my side, and quite frankly, that suits me well enough. Despite their determination to dance back and forth with you in a test of verbal wit, I have no intention of playing their game. That is their game. You will know mine soon enough."
(He stops speaking for a moment and looks up, staring vacantly at the barred window near the top of the cell, which gives the only source of light in the room. The light shines directly onto his cloudy eyes for but a moment, and as the moment passes, he lowers his head again.)
ANARKY: "Jean Rabesque and Jarod Poe... I have precious little to say to you. I have already shown you how the game is played, and yet I'm sure you will find a way to discredit me. I'm sure you will find a way to convince the world, and more importantly, YOURSELF, that all I really did was prove your worth. The fact is, you'll believe whatever you have to believe, and no amount of pain or suffering will show you the truth.
"Jared Justice, again, I have nothing to say to you. And why should I? You don't care about me. Your only obsession if Manson, and it is a foolish one. You waste your rage on someone whose entire life is based on evicting emotions from people like you. The more you hate him the more alive he becomes. His victory is your hate. It is no wonder, then, who will be the last man standing.
"As for YOU, Maelstrom... you make a lot of presumptions about me. Not surprising, considering that's been your modus operandi for some time now. Always using loops of logic and clever little buzzwords like IMPOSE and IMPASSE.
"You didn't mean to insinuate that, by not using foreign objects or cheating, that you're better than me? Then why did you say it? Were you afraid that people had us confused? That somehow, the 6 inches or 100 pounds you have on me wouldn't be enough to tell us apart? You lie with grace and expect me to swallow it whole.
"The TRUTH, Maelstrom, is that I have NEVER needed to cheat. I am MORE than capable of defeating WHOMEVER I choose on ANY given night. Am I invincinble? Hardly. But I know my abilities and I know the abilities of my opponents, and I have a knack for exploiting those differences.
"I cheat when I want to. I do what I want to. I am not bound by the rules of others and I never will be. When it serves me, I fight fair. In the cases of Jean Rabesque and Stone Wolf, it served me well to defeat them with my own abilities. It proved something, not to the world, but to them. It destroyed their fragile little egos. And then I cheated my way to the FWF World Title. And do you think it was because I needed to? That I couldn't beat Jobber and Maxwell Houz on my own? No. I simply did it to show the FWF and the entire world what a sham it was. I fooled the WORLD into thinking that I actually GAVE A DAMN about that title, and then I proved that it was just another worthless piece of tin in my trophy case.
"What you fail to recognize, Maelstrom, is that, unlike yourself, I'm not hellbent on some holy quest for a great battle. I do not SEEK the glory of war. I simply inflict. I bruise. I break. I tear apart. It's what I'm good at. IT'S WHAT I WAS BORN TO DO."
(He stands up now, a crazed look in his eyes. He walks to the front of the cell and exposes himself finally. He puts his hands on the bars and pushes his face tightly to the rusted metal.)
ANARKY: "Maelstrom... do not PRESUME to know MY will. Only a fool would consider us mirror images, so don't try and tear me down and then tell me that you're not REALLY tearing me down... you're just calling it like you see it. Is that what you call it, Mael? You think it's somehow different when you do it? You're the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and the moment you crossed that line and actually began to conceive as yourself as some kind of GOD... was the moment you arranged your own funeral.
"Call me a liar or a cheat. Tell me that I need to break the rules to impose my will. But don't <BLEEP> on my lawn and telling me your planting roses. I ain't Manson and I ain't Morgan and I ain't buyin' what you're sellin'.
"The Gates of Hell are open, Mael... and I'm ready to lead the charge against you and the garbage you stand for... the only real question is... are you ready? Or, even more importantly, is your team? Because without them...
"... you don't stand a chance in Hell."
(FADEOUT.)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-01-03 AT 09:09 AM (EST)](FADEIN to the darkened halls of what appears to be a prison. Light barely escapes through the overgrown vines that cover the barred window, shedding soft beams onto the floor below. The camera pans over the cracked floor and across a plethora of empty cells. It finally settles in on the final one, which remains closed. A dark figure is huddled in the corner, his eyes stuck on the awful sight of the toilet dripping brown water onto the floor. A single ray of dampened sunlight falls onto the faded leather jacket he wears.)
ANARKY: "It was not so long ago... when someone used to occupy this cell. Not so long ago, indeed, when someone's entire life existed between these concrete walls. A man who dared dream of freedom... or death. One or the other. Because in here, it's the only thing that passes the time: the hope for freedom or the acceptance of escape through death. Some are too cowardly to wait. Some end themselves.
"And what did these men know of honor? These backstabbers? These liars, cheats and murderers? Do you think they complained about honor when someone came from behind and violated them in the worst one someone can be violated? Do you think they cried in their rooms... about how unfair it was?
"No. Of course not. In here, the only law is the law of the jungle. Chaos rules over all and might makes right. Whether it be the might of one man... or the might of a gang. It can even be the might of a particularly clever man who finds a way out. Or at least a way to blend in.
"Do you know what you all have in common? From Jarod Poe to Jean Rabesque? From Jared Justice to the ever-cryptic Maelstrom? You put your false ideals into the world and expect everyone to follow suit. You think that, because you see the world a certain way, that anyone who doesn't agree must be wrong. That you can... to steal a phrase... impose your WILL upon someone.
"Well I'm sure that all works very nicely for the Jobbers and Larry Tacts of the world. I'm sure that walking all over lesser men makes you feel strong. I'm sure that, even in the sanctity of your own mind, the battles you fight are honorable and just.
"But I am not lesser men. I am not Jobber. I am not Larry Tact. I am not anyone whom you have already beaten. Though you may brag of your past victories, they mean even less to me than my own, which I assure you, lack all meaning whatsoever. Indeed, what is my past but the vessel to now? What does it matter what has happened except that it brought me here, to you all?
"Manson and the Unholy Alliance are on my side, and quite frankly, that suits me well enough. Despite their determination to dance back and forth with you in a test of verbal wit, I have no intention of playing their game. That is their game. You will know mine soon enough."
(He stops speaking for a moment and looks up, staring vacantly at the barred window near the top of the cell, which gives the only source of light in the room. The light shines directly onto his cloudy eyes for but a moment, and as the moment passes, he lowers his head again.)
ANARKY: "Jean Rabesque and Jarod Poe... I have precious little to say to you. I have already shown you how the game is played, and yet I'm sure you will find a way to discredit me. I'm sure you will find a way to convince the world, and more importantly, YOURSELF, that all I really did was prove your worth. The fact is, you'll believe whatever you have to believe, and no amount of pain or suffering will show you the truth.
"Jared Justice, again, I have nothing to say to you. And why should I? You don't care about me. Your only obsession if Manson, and it is a foolish one. You waste your rage on someone whose entire life is based on evicting emotions from people like you. The more you hate him the more alive he becomes. His victory is your hate. It is no wonder, then, who will be the last man standing.
"As for YOU, Maelstrom... you make a lot of presumptions about me. Not surprising, considering that's been your modus operandi for some time now. Always using loops of logic and clever little buzzwords like IMPOSE and IMPASSE.
"You didn't mean to insinuate that, by not using foreign objects or cheating, that you're better than me? Then why did you say it? Were you afraid that people had us confused? That somehow, the 6 inches or 100 pounds you have on me wouldn't be enough to tell us apart? You lie with grace and expect me to swallow it whole.
"The TRUTH, Maelstrom, is that I have NEVER needed to cheat. I am MORE than capable of defeating WHOMEVER I choose on ANY given night. Am I invincinble? Hardly. But I know my abilities and I know the abilities of my opponents, and I have a knack for exploiting those differences.
"I cheat when I want to. I do what I want to. I am not bound by the rules of others and I never will be. When it serves me, I fight fair. In the cases of Jean Rabesque and Stone Wolf, it served me well to defeat them with my own abilities. It proved something, not to the world, but to them. It destroyed their fragile little egos. And then I cheated my way to the FWF World Title. And do you think it was because I needed to? That I couldn't beat Jobber and Maxwell Houz on my own? No. I simply did it to show the FWF and the entire world what a sham it was. I fooled the WORLD into thinking that I actually GAVE A DAMN about that title, and then I proved that it was just another worthless piece of tin in my trophy case.
"What you fail to recognize, Maelstrom, is that, unlike yourself, I'm not hellbent on some holy quest for a great battle. I do not SEEK the glory of war. I simply inflict. I bruise. I break. I tear apart. It's what I'm good at. IT'S WHAT I WAS BORN TO DO."
(He stands up now, a crazed look in his eyes. He walks to the front of the cell and exposes himself finally. He puts his hands on the bars and pushes his face tightly to the rusted metal.)
ANARKY: "Maelstrom... do not PRESUME to know MY will. Only a fool would consider us mirror images, so don't try and tear me down and then tell me that you're not REALLY tearing me down... you're just calling it like you see it. Is that what you call it, Mael? You think it's somehow different when you do it? You're the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and the moment you crossed that line and actually began to conceive as yourself as some kind of GOD... was the moment you arranged your own funeral.
"Call me a liar or a cheat. Tell me that I need to break the rules to impose my will. But don't <BLEEP> on my lawn and telling me your planting roses. I ain't Manson and I ain't Morgan and I ain't buyin' what you're sellin'.
"The Gates of Hell are open, Mael... and I'm ready to lead the charge against you and the garbage you stand for... the only real question is... are you ready? Or, even more importantly, is your team? Because without them...
"... you don't stand a chance in Hell."
(FADEOUT.)
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JLebron
Guest
The power of suggestion......
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-01-03 AT 05:06 PM (EST)](FADE IN......to a GLCW set where we see a make-shift jail cell, very much like the one previously seen in Anarky's latest mic spot, stocked with an identical dripping, leaking toilet. Perhaps, it's the very SAME jail cell?! Who, knows, but that's a query for another time. Right now our focus is drawn back to the GLCW set and the make-shift jail cell as the GLCW Champion Maelstrom strides in, dragging the GLCW Heavyweight title in tow behind him......)
MAELSTROM: Niiiice.... nice lil' theme ya chose for yerself Nark. (nods his head in approval as he gives a thumbs up) Very profound.... very meladramatic..... very.... pretentious! Ya have the nerve to infer I'm a phoney yet here ya stand... or rather sit, performing with yer props and such (pushes open the cell door), frontin' with preconceived guises ya wish us to perceive......
(shakes his head disparagingly as he chuckles to himself)
MAELSTROM: Ya claim that ya DON'T need to cheat, yet ya still do it an' defend it? Pretty contradictory thinkin' comin' from a man who supposedly has all the answers dontcha think? Ya wonder why I mentioned it at all if not to presume superiority over ya? Son, ya may make up the rules as ya go along, but logic isn't something ya can easily twist like a convenient lie, ala Manson an' the UA. No Nark, I mentioned it for one simple reason.... to point out that when ya feel ya lack the natural ability to overcome.... you'll without hesitation, resort to the coward's way out.... cheating. An' ya can try an' rationalize it all ya want with yer lil' "jail-house" analogies of only the fittest survive..... but it still won't change the FACT that anyone can walk away a winner using questionable means, yet it still won't make them the better man that night..... it only goes to exploit their insecurities an' inability to cope. Ya, know what I'm alludin' to.... what ya tend to refer to as clever an' improvisation..... it's nothin' more than a coverup for yer own inadequacies.
(grasps the bars of the cell and presses his face between them, he smiles sheepishly before stepping out of the cell completely....)
MAELSTROM: Ya mentioned that yer not a lesser man..... that yer not Larry Tact..... are ya insinuatin' that Tact is a lesser man as compared to you? (raises his eyebrows with a mocking look) yet wasn't it Tact himself that defeated ya back in the WWL? Interesting..... ya say that yer victories mean NOTHING to ya yet ya make a point of mentionin' how successful ya were in the FWF? Hell, I suppose one could say that yer FULL OF IT!? Full of what though? Full of.....
(glances at the leaking toilet bowl in the corner of the jail cell)
MAELSTROM: S(BLEEP)T?!
(raises a hand to his chin as he feigns pondering)
MAELSTROM: Well, I could see where some might think somethin' like that, an' to a certain extent, they may be right..... but I wouldn't make such presumptions on ya..... 'cuz we all know that the LAST thing I wanna do is piss ya off....
(laughs loudly as he rolls his eyes)
MAELSTROM: Nah, no need to presume anythin' on ya 'Nark..... I mean why bother wasting my time presuming on someone who's so contradictory eh? I mean here ya are accusin' me of such a thing as presumin' on ya, yet aren't you doin' the same on me? Pretty ironic slap in the face eh 'Narky? That's the power of suggestion for ya.... question is WHOSE power an' WHOSE suggestion? Ya see Nark, yer totally off base when ya suggested that if people don't see things MY way, that they were wrong. I never claimed or inferred such a thing.... YOU DID! Actually, whether they see things MY way or not is totally irrelevant to me 'cuz as I've stated many times..... I DON'T GIVE A F(BLEEP)K 'bout how people feel 'bout me.... whether they agree with me or not..... whether or not they like me...... whether or not they cheer for me..... it doesn't mean that they're wrong 'Narky..... it just means that..... I DON'T GIVE A FLYIN' F(BLEEP)K!
(narrows his eyes as he smiles faintly)
MAELSTROM: Hell, it doesn't even matter whether my team is ready or not cuz with 'em or without 'em.......
(smirks)
MAELSTROM: I WILL.... impose MY will......
(FADE OUT.....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-01-03 AT 05:06 PM (EST)](FADE IN......to a GLCW set where we see a make-shift jail cell, very much like the one previously seen in Anarky's latest mic spot, stocked with an identical dripping, leaking toilet. Perhaps, it's the very SAME jail cell?! Who, knows, but that's a query for another time. Right now our focus is drawn back to the GLCW set and the make-shift jail cell as the GLCW Champion Maelstrom strides in, dragging the GLCW Heavyweight title in tow behind him......)
MAELSTROM: Niiiice.... nice lil' theme ya chose for yerself Nark. (nods his head in approval as he gives a thumbs up) Very profound.... very meladramatic..... very.... pretentious! Ya have the nerve to infer I'm a phoney yet here ya stand... or rather sit, performing with yer props and such (pushes open the cell door), frontin' with preconceived guises ya wish us to perceive......
(shakes his head disparagingly as he chuckles to himself)
MAELSTROM: Ya claim that ya DON'T need to cheat, yet ya still do it an' defend it? Pretty contradictory thinkin' comin' from a man who supposedly has all the answers dontcha think? Ya wonder why I mentioned it at all if not to presume superiority over ya? Son, ya may make up the rules as ya go along, but logic isn't something ya can easily twist like a convenient lie, ala Manson an' the UA. No Nark, I mentioned it for one simple reason.... to point out that when ya feel ya lack the natural ability to overcome.... you'll without hesitation, resort to the coward's way out.... cheating. An' ya can try an' rationalize it all ya want with yer lil' "jail-house" analogies of only the fittest survive..... but it still won't change the FACT that anyone can walk away a winner using questionable means, yet it still won't make them the better man that night..... it only goes to exploit their insecurities an' inability to cope. Ya, know what I'm alludin' to.... what ya tend to refer to as clever an' improvisation..... it's nothin' more than a coverup for yer own inadequacies.
(grasps the bars of the cell and presses his face between them, he smiles sheepishly before stepping out of the cell completely....)
MAELSTROM: Ya mentioned that yer not a lesser man..... that yer not Larry Tact..... are ya insinuatin' that Tact is a lesser man as compared to you? (raises his eyebrows with a mocking look) yet wasn't it Tact himself that defeated ya back in the WWL? Interesting..... ya say that yer victories mean NOTHING to ya yet ya make a point of mentionin' how successful ya were in the FWF? Hell, I suppose one could say that yer FULL OF IT!? Full of what though? Full of.....
(glances at the leaking toilet bowl in the corner of the jail cell)
MAELSTROM: S(BLEEP)T?!
(raises a hand to his chin as he feigns pondering)
MAELSTROM: Well, I could see where some might think somethin' like that, an' to a certain extent, they may be right..... but I wouldn't make such presumptions on ya..... 'cuz we all know that the LAST thing I wanna do is piss ya off....
(laughs loudly as he rolls his eyes)
MAELSTROM: Nah, no need to presume anythin' on ya 'Nark..... I mean why bother wasting my time presuming on someone who's so contradictory eh? I mean here ya are accusin' me of such a thing as presumin' on ya, yet aren't you doin' the same on me? Pretty ironic slap in the face eh 'Narky? That's the power of suggestion for ya.... question is WHOSE power an' WHOSE suggestion? Ya see Nark, yer totally off base when ya suggested that if people don't see things MY way, that they were wrong. I never claimed or inferred such a thing.... YOU DID! Actually, whether they see things MY way or not is totally irrelevant to me 'cuz as I've stated many times..... I DON'T GIVE A F(BLEEP)K 'bout how people feel 'bout me.... whether they agree with me or not..... whether or not they like me...... whether or not they cheer for me..... it doesn't mean that they're wrong 'Narky..... it just means that..... I DON'T GIVE A FLYIN' F(BLEEP)K!
(narrows his eyes as he smiles faintly)
MAELSTROM: Hell, it doesn't even matter whether my team is ready or not cuz with 'em or without 'em.......
(smirks)
MAELSTROM: I WILL.... impose MY will......
(FADE OUT.....)
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League Member
One to One
(FADEIN: It might not be the same episode, but again we see the same backdrop of the GLCW logo we recently saw with Maelstrom, and again we see Tony Ross, sitting on a stool, dressed in his customary attire, the camera slowly zooms in on Tony as he speaks)
TONY ROSS: “Good evening again, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to ‘GLCW One To One.” Tonight, we have a special guest. This man will be joining forces with Jared Justice, the GLCW Television Champion Jarod Poe, and GLCW Great Lakes Champion Maelstrom inside of two steel cages taking on Anarky, Michael Manson, and the GLCW Tag Team Champions The Unholy Alliance in WarGames at the GLCW’s first PPV, Ringlords I! He is also the current number one contender for Maelstrom’s Great Lakes Title. I’m of course speaking of Jean Rabesque, who joins us via satellite from his gym in Cincinnati. Jean, good evening, welcome to the show, how are you?”
(CUTTO: Split screen, Ross remains on the left hand side, underneath his box reads “GLCW studios,” Rabesque is now shown wearing a black muscle shirt and bandana, underneath his box reads “Cincinnati”)
JEAN RABESQUE: “Thanks a lot, Tony, it’s good to be on.”
TONY ROSS: “First off Jean, you are the number one contender for the Great Lakes Title. One would assume that that would imply a PPV-caliber main event for your match against Maelstrom? What are your feelings about that with you Maelstrom actually teaming up instead of you getting a title match?”
RABESQUE: “Well, Tony, I will be honest with you. Maelstrom and I have run in the same circles for six years yet we’ve never met. Now that you can say we’re on a collision course I think a match like this deserves something like that. That’s ok, Riptide’s are huge events, and the great fans of the GLCW won’t have to pay to see the match many have been waiting years to see. In the mean time, I’m doing my best to stay focused on the match itself. I have a responsibility to myself, my teammates, and my fans to go out and give a hell of a performance.”
ROSS: “Jean, along that line, you speak a great deal about the fans. Many other wrestlers have dismissed fans as being irrelevant. What makes you different?”
RABESQUE: “That’s simple. I understand what drives the industry, and I know that I’m not going to be able to amaze the people with my overwhelming charisma, or lack thereof. More importantly, I understand that that’s not what the GLCW is about. Since President Malec opened this league, he has made it abundantly clear that this is Great Lakes Championship WRESTLING. That’s what the fans want, and that’s what they expect. I’ve lived in the Midwest for a few years now, even though some refuse to acknowledge that, and I know how people are around here. They’re not into the fluff. They want to see good, old-fashioned, old-school wrestling. Not many people seem to get that concept, so I feel a slight responsibility to ensure that is takes place. Take guys like Mike Manson. The crowd boos him like none other. He thinks that’s because he’s doing his job, because they love to hate him. No, that’s not it. They just boo him in an attempt that someone up in management will get the point and get him out of the arena because he is PAINFUL to watch.”
ROSS: “On the subject of Mike Manson, the things between the two of you seem to have gotten incredibly personal. Would you care to elaborate on that?”
RABESQUE: “Tony the only personal feelings I have towards Mike Manson are ones of pity. The man actually believes the thing he spouts, and what’s worse is that he actually thinks people want to see him. I feel sorry for anyone who is that out of touch with reality. You know, I try to vary this up, but there’s only so many ways I can make the same point. Mike Manson has no skills at ANYTHING. Actually, I take that back, he is moderately decent at nailing people with a chair when the referee’s back is turned. Other than that, what can he do? His promos are the most painful things I’ve seen since I saw Bull Budweiser MORPH back in the IWF. The only thing worse than his promos is to try to watch him actually wrestle in the ring. You want to talk about lack of talent? For crying out loud, I think my twelve year old next door neighbor could take him in the ring. (chuckles) Oh, great, just what we need, after a comment like that, we’re now going to have Manson pretending he’s at my house pinning a midget. Great, just great.”
ROSS: “You speak at such great length condemning the man, but what is so bad?”
RABESQUE: “It comes down to the fact that he tries to be humorous and fails MISERABLY. Period. Fortunately, the Pez remains a great symbol, just like Manson, it’s OVERRATED.”
ROSS: “OK, now let’s move on to another of your opponents, Anarky. If I’m not mistaken, he’s the last man to pin you cleanly.”
RABESQUE: (chuckles) “And after seeing him in WWL and GLCW, I think I might be the last person he’s beaten clean.”
ROSS: “Regardless, does that weigh on your mind going into Ringlords?”
RABESQUE: (chuckles again) “Come on, Tony, look at him. The man is a SHELL of his former self. He has gone on record saying that the only chance he has of winning is beating them up from behind with some kind of foreign object. So tell me Nark, because I’m curious.....what the hell is that going to do for you now? Do you think that you’re going to make one of us submit by knocking us unconscious? You gonna deceptively work the chair into the match? What’s it going to be Nark? Because none of your tactics are going to work now. Sure, cheat. Cheat all you want, it’s not going to help. Knocking me out won’t make me tap. You’re going to have to take one of us down to the mat and get us to submit! NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! You think because you pinned Jarod in a tag match that that means anything? What does that prove? Tell me in what way that that match has absolutely ANYTHING to do with what’s going to happen in a short time? There is NOTHING in common with the two. Sure, your cheating ways might have won the match the last time.... but what’s it going to do now? The name of the game is SUBMIT Tony, and we have the definite advantage in that department!”
ROSS: “An advantage? How do you figure that?”
RABESQUE: (chuckling) : “You want to answer that one for him Flats? It was awhile ago wasn’t it? But I still remember it like it was yesterday. The one you screamed, the way you TAPPED. You might as well put a giant red bullseye on your chest. Now, I know you’re going to play it up again as part of your big plan, and how it would never happen again. But Flats, I made this point with Edmunds, and I’m going to make it again with you......once a quitter..........always a quitter. The first time you let that vulnerability seep into you, regardless of the situation, then it is with you forever and there is NOTHING you can do to shake the stigma. You’re the weak link Flats. Now, deny it, go ahead. Go on and tell me you’ll welcome the challenge, I know you will. I know you won’t duck anything, making you all the more vulnerable, giving us all the more advantage!”
ROSS: “And what about Flats’ partner Kraven?”
RABESQUE: “The funniest part about this entire thing is that Flats is the strong link of the team. For all I know Kraven is still running around with fake titles. Sure, he can be a threat, but he’s going to have to spend all his time protecting his buddy, because his buddy is going to tap.”
ROSS: “Any final words before we let you go Jean?”
RABESQUE: “You know, I could go on ad nauseum about my partners in this match, but I’m going to save that for another time. I just hope everyone that we’re going to be facing at Ringlords knows what they’re in store for, because it is not going to be a pleasant evening. They can think whatever they want, but in their case, reality is FAR DIFFERENT than perception. And reality..... is coming knocking at your door boys, and it’s about to make you tap out!”
ROSS: “Ladies and gentlemen, Jean Rabesque. Thanks again Jean/”
RABESQUE: “Thank you Tony.”
ROSS: “We’ll be right back on ‘One to One.’”
(CUTTO: Single screen of Ross, as he shuffles papers preparing for the next segment, FADEOUT)
(FADEIN: It might not be the same episode, but again we see the same backdrop of the GLCW logo we recently saw with Maelstrom, and again we see Tony Ross, sitting on a stool, dressed in his customary attire, the camera slowly zooms in on Tony as he speaks)
TONY ROSS: “Good evening again, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to ‘GLCW One To One.” Tonight, we have a special guest. This man will be joining forces with Jared Justice, the GLCW Television Champion Jarod Poe, and GLCW Great Lakes Champion Maelstrom inside of two steel cages taking on Anarky, Michael Manson, and the GLCW Tag Team Champions The Unholy Alliance in WarGames at the GLCW’s first PPV, Ringlords I! He is also the current number one contender for Maelstrom’s Great Lakes Title. I’m of course speaking of Jean Rabesque, who joins us via satellite from his gym in Cincinnati. Jean, good evening, welcome to the show, how are you?”
(CUTTO: Split screen, Ross remains on the left hand side, underneath his box reads “GLCW studios,” Rabesque is now shown wearing a black muscle shirt and bandana, underneath his box reads “Cincinnati”)
JEAN RABESQUE: “Thanks a lot, Tony, it’s good to be on.”
TONY ROSS: “First off Jean, you are the number one contender for the Great Lakes Title. One would assume that that would imply a PPV-caliber main event for your match against Maelstrom? What are your feelings about that with you Maelstrom actually teaming up instead of you getting a title match?”
RABESQUE: “Well, Tony, I will be honest with you. Maelstrom and I have run in the same circles for six years yet we’ve never met. Now that you can say we’re on a collision course I think a match like this deserves something like that. That’s ok, Riptide’s are huge events, and the great fans of the GLCW won’t have to pay to see the match many have been waiting years to see. In the mean time, I’m doing my best to stay focused on the match itself. I have a responsibility to myself, my teammates, and my fans to go out and give a hell of a performance.”
ROSS: “Jean, along that line, you speak a great deal about the fans. Many other wrestlers have dismissed fans as being irrelevant. What makes you different?”
RABESQUE: “That’s simple. I understand what drives the industry, and I know that I’m not going to be able to amaze the people with my overwhelming charisma, or lack thereof. More importantly, I understand that that’s not what the GLCW is about. Since President Malec opened this league, he has made it abundantly clear that this is Great Lakes Championship WRESTLING. That’s what the fans want, and that’s what they expect. I’ve lived in the Midwest for a few years now, even though some refuse to acknowledge that, and I know how people are around here. They’re not into the fluff. They want to see good, old-fashioned, old-school wrestling. Not many people seem to get that concept, so I feel a slight responsibility to ensure that is takes place. Take guys like Mike Manson. The crowd boos him like none other. He thinks that’s because he’s doing his job, because they love to hate him. No, that’s not it. They just boo him in an attempt that someone up in management will get the point and get him out of the arena because he is PAINFUL to watch.”
ROSS: “On the subject of Mike Manson, the things between the two of you seem to have gotten incredibly personal. Would you care to elaborate on that?”
RABESQUE: “Tony the only personal feelings I have towards Mike Manson are ones of pity. The man actually believes the thing he spouts, and what’s worse is that he actually thinks people want to see him. I feel sorry for anyone who is that out of touch with reality. You know, I try to vary this up, but there’s only so many ways I can make the same point. Mike Manson has no skills at ANYTHING. Actually, I take that back, he is moderately decent at nailing people with a chair when the referee’s back is turned. Other than that, what can he do? His promos are the most painful things I’ve seen since I saw Bull Budweiser MORPH back in the IWF. The only thing worse than his promos is to try to watch him actually wrestle in the ring. You want to talk about lack of talent? For crying out loud, I think my twelve year old next door neighbor could take him in the ring. (chuckles) Oh, great, just what we need, after a comment like that, we’re now going to have Manson pretending he’s at my house pinning a midget. Great, just great.”
ROSS: “You speak at such great length condemning the man, but what is so bad?”
RABESQUE: “It comes down to the fact that he tries to be humorous and fails MISERABLY. Period. Fortunately, the Pez remains a great symbol, just like Manson, it’s OVERRATED.”
ROSS: “OK, now let’s move on to another of your opponents, Anarky. If I’m not mistaken, he’s the last man to pin you cleanly.”
RABESQUE: (chuckles) “And after seeing him in WWL and GLCW, I think I might be the last person he’s beaten clean.”
ROSS: “Regardless, does that weigh on your mind going into Ringlords?”
RABESQUE: (chuckles again) “Come on, Tony, look at him. The man is a SHELL of his former self. He has gone on record saying that the only chance he has of winning is beating them up from behind with some kind of foreign object. So tell me Nark, because I’m curious.....what the hell is that going to do for you now? Do you think that you’re going to make one of us submit by knocking us unconscious? You gonna deceptively work the chair into the match? What’s it going to be Nark? Because none of your tactics are going to work now. Sure, cheat. Cheat all you want, it’s not going to help. Knocking me out won’t make me tap. You’re going to have to take one of us down to the mat and get us to submit! NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! You think because you pinned Jarod in a tag match that that means anything? What does that prove? Tell me in what way that that match has absolutely ANYTHING to do with what’s going to happen in a short time? There is NOTHING in common with the two. Sure, your cheating ways might have won the match the last time.... but what’s it going to do now? The name of the game is SUBMIT Tony, and we have the definite advantage in that department!”
ROSS: “An advantage? How do you figure that?”
RABESQUE: (chuckling) : “You want to answer that one for him Flats? It was awhile ago wasn’t it? But I still remember it like it was yesterday. The one you screamed, the way you TAPPED. You might as well put a giant red bullseye on your chest. Now, I know you’re going to play it up again as part of your big plan, and how it would never happen again. But Flats, I made this point with Edmunds, and I’m going to make it again with you......once a quitter..........always a quitter. The first time you let that vulnerability seep into you, regardless of the situation, then it is with you forever and there is NOTHING you can do to shake the stigma. You’re the weak link Flats. Now, deny it, go ahead. Go on and tell me you’ll welcome the challenge, I know you will. I know you won’t duck anything, making you all the more vulnerable, giving us all the more advantage!”
ROSS: “And what about Flats’ partner Kraven?”
RABESQUE: “The funniest part about this entire thing is that Flats is the strong link of the team. For all I know Kraven is still running around with fake titles. Sure, he can be a threat, but he’s going to have to spend all his time protecting his buddy, because his buddy is going to tap.”
ROSS: “Any final words before we let you go Jean?”
RABESQUE: “You know, I could go on ad nauseum about my partners in this match, but I’m going to save that for another time. I just hope everyone that we’re going to be facing at Ringlords knows what they’re in store for, because it is not going to be a pleasant evening. They can think whatever they want, but in their case, reality is FAR DIFFERENT than perception. And reality..... is coming knocking at your door boys, and it’s about to make you tap out!”
ROSS: “Ladies and gentlemen, Jean Rabesque. Thanks again Jean/”
RABESQUE: “Thank you Tony.”
ROSS: “We’ll be right back on ‘One to One.’”
(CUTTO: Single screen of Ross, as he shuffles papers preparing for the next segment, FADEOUT)
Manson
League Member
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2000
- Messages
- 382
- Points
- 0
Viva La Manson
((FADEIN: An auditorium of young men filling the rows, wearing striped shirts and holding notebooks in hand. A large screen TV is set up on stage as GLCW head referee Al Marinaro stands next to it with a laser pointer sticking out of his pocket and wearing a GLCW jacket with a Great Lakes logo over the breast.))
MARINARO(in the middle of a speech):…..now..one last thing overall….in GLCW…the referee is the third man, in that very sense of the word. Objectivity. We don’t care who wins or who loses. No bias at all.
((Marinaro wipes the sweat from his brow and takes off his GLCW jacket to reveal a black “Praise Manson and Pass the Pez” t-shirt.))
MARINARO: Let me repeat that…no bias….any such to be found is grounds for immediate dismissal.
((He reaches behind the TV set to pick up a Mike Manson coffee mug and takes a sip.))
MARINARO: Now of course there’ll be a review board with the commissioner (takes another sip), but it will be obvious. So why bother?
((He continues talking as it becomes background white noise as the camera pulls back all the way to the back of the auditorium where Michael Manson, dressed in the new “Mike Manson Ate My Child” t-shirt and jeans. The volume adjusts to pick up his voice.))
MANSON: Recent promos and word around the locker room has me quite concerned. It appears that there is far more miscommunication than I ever thought possible in the GLCW locker room. I mean, looking at my WarGames team..I see people I can rely on, after all there are times when even I like to work via proxy. The Unholy Alliance may have personal vendettas here, something to do with Maelstrom that I don’t really pay attention to..and of course Anarky would like to inflict chaos upon a global scale but for now is content to do it in a wrestling promotion….but me? I care. In fact, I care too much.
((The camera focuses on the TV, displaying footage of Manson trying to suffocate and then drown Maelstrom on the last Riptide.))
MARINARO: Now..(pauses footage at Manson forcing Maelstrom’s head under)..what is the proper call to this?
REF1: DQ?
REF2: Wait, what if it’s not DQ?
REF3: It’s not a match, why should I care?
MARINARO: Hey, have you been a referee before?
((FADE BACK to Manson.))
MANSON: People look at my actions and say, hey, now that’s a guy that’s trying to hurt someone. And they’re right, but the line between pain, learning, and pleasure is thin. Pain is the great teacher after all. Look at Maelstrom. This guy goes around apparently not caring about anything. He’s the champion, but that doesn’t really mean anything to him. He just uses an excuse to fight. I’ve told him this before and I’ll say it again, this is no kind of life for anyone, let alone a champion. He brings the entire league. Of course I could be wrong and he does care and he’s just one of those stoic types. Still, what does it take to get him to be more of a person? Drowning? Burning?
And I say this because I would hate to say what happened to Golem happen to Maelstrom here. Sure, he’s an inadequate champion and all, but tomorrow’s always another day. He might wake up and miraculously be good. But he’ll never get the chance with his decision making. Judging his tag partners, he should be happy that at least I’m in the match. At least he knows where he stands with me. His partners are the guy he has to defend the title against who has an opportunity to maim or injure him to eventually win said title. After all, Rabesque still gets the title shot whether his team wins or not. You have Maelstrom’s old tag partner, Jared Justice who has since become a danger to himself and others with his pyrotechnics. Unstable…and it would be unheard of for a tag partner to suddenly turn on you. Then the other Jarod, Poe, the secondary champion who would like to display his superiority.
They all the motivation….and it will happen. It always happens. But Maelstrom just goes around ‘I’m from the island and I don’t care’. And according to some, inaction, allowing something you could prevent is a sin. And it should be when you only hurt yourself. But it’s not like he’ll ever listen to me.
((FOCUS BACK on the TV as footage as Manson hitting Jarod Poe with a wheelchair.))
MARINARO: Now, what’s wrong with this?
REF1: He’s hitting him with a wheelchair.
MARINARO: Look closer.
REF2: The ref is out of position.
REF3: He’s not counting that pin fast enough, Poe’s lying there in a pool of his own blood. It’s obvious this is over, count fast and we can all beat traffic.
MARINARO: Yes, whatever happens behind our backs, happens. We can’t rule something we didn’t see. Manson is standing there holding a wheelchair and his hands are bloody, but nothing was seen. There are a thousand reasons his hands could be bloody and of course he’s picking up the chair to defend himself if something happened.
((FADEBACK to Manson.))
MANSON: I tried to tell you, Poe. Anarky tried to tell you. You try and complain about cheating and such in this sport, as if there’s some type of morality or honor code we’re supposed to have. Of course there is none, and your refusal to accept this is probably why you’re just the TV champion. It’s I continually slap you around like I adopted you from a third world country.
It happens in every match and every one does it. Which of course, doesn’t make it cheating, just another element of the match. By now, you should expect it. And let’s face it, all those piercings and bodily modifications, you’re just asking for it. It’s simple to tear something off you if you forget to take off a ring or too. Your skin’s sensitive, your body’s contorted….it just makes it all easier. You split your tongue without realizes that such a procedure can lead to trouble breathing and even worse health conditions. You place yourself in bad health and your next tattoo might as well say , ‘Draw blood, come on, it’s easy’.
Now you’re in a match where you have to “cheat”. Will you? Or are you that inner hypocrite I’ve been saying you are for so long? I doubt you’re really smart enough to get past that, but hope springs eternal. You always have me, your idol, messiah, and folk hero to learn from. I do expect you to pay for all my posters though. The royalties are nice. I don’t need the money, but if a friend needs a loan for his car or gambling debts..it’s there.
((Manson gives a thumbs up to Marinaro who returns it with a wide smile as he stops footage of the Rabesque/Jobber match with the camera focusing on Manson at the announce table.))
MARINARO: Now they key here is Manson….obviously no one cares about the match..look who’s in it….so the point is just to be there to make the pin when necessary and hope Manson does something interesting. Your back will probably be turned for a pin attempt or something, so it will be all right. Just remember, you’re part of the show, but you’re not the show. In this scenario, obviously it’s Manson.
REF1: But he’s not in the match.
MARINARO: He can read from the phone book and it’d be better.
REF2: If he does anything, can’t the commissioner overrule us? What do we do then?
MARINARO: If he does, don’t worry. Krusher’s proven he can’t really do anything to Manson or anyone else. You’re still getting that paycheck. Try to enjoy yourself out there. Look at the crowd, sometimes the girls take their shirts off.
REF3: And then Manson can hit someone with a brick and it’s legal because if you didn’t see it, it didn’t really happen.
MARINARO: I’m going to have to buy you a drink later.
((THROWBACK to Manson.))
MANSON: And now to Rabesque. I’ll admit, I’m far more interested in what he’ll say after the match then before. Before it’s all basically the same drivel. Afterwards, it’s somewhat interesting to see whatever excuses he can come up. He keeps saying that I’m talentless..he keeps saying I’m stupid…yet anytime he’s across the ring from me in any capacity..he doesn’t get the job done.
He can complain about cheating and whatnot….but shouldn’t such a self-proclaimed great wrestler be able to counteract any of that? Where is that innate ability to overcome all obstacles…to find a way to win? Sure, in a tag match he can claim his tag partner is poor, but the great Jean Rabesque should be able to win being a one-man team, shouldn’t he? Maybe that excuse could work once, but week in and week out, it begins somewhat blatant that claiming Rabesque is great at anything is simply talk.
I don’t need even to talk….he’s on one team…my team wins….he even sees him and runs away to the far side of the ring to crouch in a fetal position. Maybe it’s just a strategic thing? I’m especially waiting for his excuse when he actually fails to win the title. Or if he does by default or act of a French god, what will be his excuse when his title reign is duller than public television?
But for now he has to team with people he constantly puts down, which I have warned him about. I realize one of the few things he shares with Maelstrom is that they both seem to talk to Tony Ross all the time….but still..you’re all teammates and on the side of God, Christmas, and apple pie. Working together won’t really get you anywhere, but it’s worth a shot. My team might be struck by lightning before entering the building.
Then that’s only another excuse though…
((THROWBACK to Marinaro stopping footage and using his laser pointer to point to Manson taking Jared Justice’s torch away.))
MARINARO: Now, I understand this job can rank among the ambiguous. Sometimes, we have let certain guys get even with certain guys. And when someone breaks the rules in sight….I don’t care if it’s Captain America..we break them down. Still, if a wrestler does something to make our job easier, let them. Don’t get in the way. Look at Manson here, taking the torch makes the crowd safer and lessens the risk of injury. For doing this, maybe he should get the benefit of the doubt later.
REF1: But isn’t Manson the devil incarnate?
REF2: Manson has used fire before, he’s only doing this to help himself.
REF3: Aw, he seems like an all right guy, cut him a break.
MARINARO: Guys, guys..we can’t make prejudiced decisions here..every match is a new beginning. You don’t like Manson? Fine. But he gets a fair shot same as everyone. It bother you? Remember how much money he brings in that allows me my vacation down in Italy every year where they make the most precious little lattes.
REF3: God Bless Mike Manson!
((FADEBACK to Mike Manson, a tear in his eye.))
MANSON: Finally, Jared Justice. Someone who became obsessed with me and failed. Like the guy who originally hired him….failed. Like all his attempts on my life and career ..failed. He gets another chance now and I suppose if you give the stupidest monkey an infinity of chances he’ll type a sentence. Still, I even told this guy what to do to win.
And he couldn’t do it on his own….with no rules albeit…and now he has 3 friends….and he’ll fail again. It’s in his blood, in his nature. Already, I can visualize you as the one tapping like a woman in labor while Rabesque and Maelstrom have slap fight and Poe searches the floor for an earring.
Fire was a decent enough start, not original though. Justice seems to lack that. He complains that I got off by destroying a man and his family…well….yeah..who wouldn’t? Yet, here he is trying to do the same thing to me. Such a waste. For all we know, Justice could be the best pyromaniac in history, but is wasting is time here. Imagine the war protests and civil statements he could be making. Yet, he wastes his life here. Because of me.
Well, fear not. I won’t let him burn me, but I’ll bring a conclusion to these matters. He’ll be on his way out soon enough, because after all, you eventually have to put the retarded monkey out of it’s misery.
((FADEBACK to Marinaro standing in front of the blank TV.))
MARINARO: So, any questions?
REF1: What if someone like Manson comes after us?
MARINARO: Do a good job, he won’t have to. Besides, Manson doesn’t complain about the refs. He even lent some of his salary to my dental plan. My daughter is wearing the proceeds of his malevolence as braces as we speak.
REF2: What if we’re intimidated?
MARINARO: I’d say stand your ground, but if it’s Manson, I can’t blame you. In extreme cases, we’ll send out some help. But Manson generally has a good point, so listen up when he does that. He’s a genius in that ring, you can learn a lot from him.
REF3: How can we thank Mister Manson for making our jobs easier?
MARINARO: As I said, just do the best job possible. Mike is always taking the best of the best out after the shows…horse racing…brothels….that road trip to Atlantic City…..It aint bad being a ref here all things considered. Can’t believe everything you read.
REF3: Sir, how can we earn the privilege of officiating a Mike Manson match?
MARINARO: Be open to…a critique….he’ll request you himself. He only wants the finest in his matches. You’ll see at the WarGames. It’s another day on the job, but Manson always makes it special.
REF3: Viva La Manson!
MARINARO: The referee's creed.
((FADEIN: An auditorium of young men filling the rows, wearing striped shirts and holding notebooks in hand. A large screen TV is set up on stage as GLCW head referee Al Marinaro stands next to it with a laser pointer sticking out of his pocket and wearing a GLCW jacket with a Great Lakes logo over the breast.))
MARINARO(in the middle of a speech):…..now..one last thing overall….in GLCW…the referee is the third man, in that very sense of the word. Objectivity. We don’t care who wins or who loses. No bias at all.
((Marinaro wipes the sweat from his brow and takes off his GLCW jacket to reveal a black “Praise Manson and Pass the Pez” t-shirt.))
MARINARO: Let me repeat that…no bias….any such to be found is grounds for immediate dismissal.
((He reaches behind the TV set to pick up a Mike Manson coffee mug and takes a sip.))
MARINARO: Now of course there’ll be a review board with the commissioner (takes another sip), but it will be obvious. So why bother?
((He continues talking as it becomes background white noise as the camera pulls back all the way to the back of the auditorium where Michael Manson, dressed in the new “Mike Manson Ate My Child” t-shirt and jeans. The volume adjusts to pick up his voice.))
MANSON: Recent promos and word around the locker room has me quite concerned. It appears that there is far more miscommunication than I ever thought possible in the GLCW locker room. I mean, looking at my WarGames team..I see people I can rely on, after all there are times when even I like to work via proxy. The Unholy Alliance may have personal vendettas here, something to do with Maelstrom that I don’t really pay attention to..and of course Anarky would like to inflict chaos upon a global scale but for now is content to do it in a wrestling promotion….but me? I care. In fact, I care too much.
((The camera focuses on the TV, displaying footage of Manson trying to suffocate and then drown Maelstrom on the last Riptide.))
MARINARO: Now..(pauses footage at Manson forcing Maelstrom’s head under)..what is the proper call to this?
REF1: DQ?
REF2: Wait, what if it’s not DQ?
REF3: It’s not a match, why should I care?
MARINARO: Hey, have you been a referee before?
((FADE BACK to Manson.))
MANSON: People look at my actions and say, hey, now that’s a guy that’s trying to hurt someone. And they’re right, but the line between pain, learning, and pleasure is thin. Pain is the great teacher after all. Look at Maelstrom. This guy goes around apparently not caring about anything. He’s the champion, but that doesn’t really mean anything to him. He just uses an excuse to fight. I’ve told him this before and I’ll say it again, this is no kind of life for anyone, let alone a champion. He brings the entire league. Of course I could be wrong and he does care and he’s just one of those stoic types. Still, what does it take to get him to be more of a person? Drowning? Burning?
And I say this because I would hate to say what happened to Golem happen to Maelstrom here. Sure, he’s an inadequate champion and all, but tomorrow’s always another day. He might wake up and miraculously be good. But he’ll never get the chance with his decision making. Judging his tag partners, he should be happy that at least I’m in the match. At least he knows where he stands with me. His partners are the guy he has to defend the title against who has an opportunity to maim or injure him to eventually win said title. After all, Rabesque still gets the title shot whether his team wins or not. You have Maelstrom’s old tag partner, Jared Justice who has since become a danger to himself and others with his pyrotechnics. Unstable…and it would be unheard of for a tag partner to suddenly turn on you. Then the other Jarod, Poe, the secondary champion who would like to display his superiority.
They all the motivation….and it will happen. It always happens. But Maelstrom just goes around ‘I’m from the island and I don’t care’. And according to some, inaction, allowing something you could prevent is a sin. And it should be when you only hurt yourself. But it’s not like he’ll ever listen to me.
((FOCUS BACK on the TV as footage as Manson hitting Jarod Poe with a wheelchair.))
MARINARO: Now, what’s wrong with this?
REF1: He’s hitting him with a wheelchair.
MARINARO: Look closer.
REF2: The ref is out of position.
REF3: He’s not counting that pin fast enough, Poe’s lying there in a pool of his own blood. It’s obvious this is over, count fast and we can all beat traffic.
MARINARO: Yes, whatever happens behind our backs, happens. We can’t rule something we didn’t see. Manson is standing there holding a wheelchair and his hands are bloody, but nothing was seen. There are a thousand reasons his hands could be bloody and of course he’s picking up the chair to defend himself if something happened.
((FADEBACK to Manson.))
MANSON: I tried to tell you, Poe. Anarky tried to tell you. You try and complain about cheating and such in this sport, as if there’s some type of morality or honor code we’re supposed to have. Of course there is none, and your refusal to accept this is probably why you’re just the TV champion. It’s I continually slap you around like I adopted you from a third world country.
It happens in every match and every one does it. Which of course, doesn’t make it cheating, just another element of the match. By now, you should expect it. And let’s face it, all those piercings and bodily modifications, you’re just asking for it. It’s simple to tear something off you if you forget to take off a ring or too. Your skin’s sensitive, your body’s contorted….it just makes it all easier. You split your tongue without realizes that such a procedure can lead to trouble breathing and even worse health conditions. You place yourself in bad health and your next tattoo might as well say , ‘Draw blood, come on, it’s easy’.
Now you’re in a match where you have to “cheat”. Will you? Or are you that inner hypocrite I’ve been saying you are for so long? I doubt you’re really smart enough to get past that, but hope springs eternal. You always have me, your idol, messiah, and folk hero to learn from. I do expect you to pay for all my posters though. The royalties are nice. I don’t need the money, but if a friend needs a loan for his car or gambling debts..it’s there.
((Manson gives a thumbs up to Marinaro who returns it with a wide smile as he stops footage of the Rabesque/Jobber match with the camera focusing on Manson at the announce table.))
MARINARO: Now they key here is Manson….obviously no one cares about the match..look who’s in it….so the point is just to be there to make the pin when necessary and hope Manson does something interesting. Your back will probably be turned for a pin attempt or something, so it will be all right. Just remember, you’re part of the show, but you’re not the show. In this scenario, obviously it’s Manson.
REF1: But he’s not in the match.
MARINARO: He can read from the phone book and it’d be better.
REF2: If he does anything, can’t the commissioner overrule us? What do we do then?
MARINARO: If he does, don’t worry. Krusher’s proven he can’t really do anything to Manson or anyone else. You’re still getting that paycheck. Try to enjoy yourself out there. Look at the crowd, sometimes the girls take their shirts off.
REF3: And then Manson can hit someone with a brick and it’s legal because if you didn’t see it, it didn’t really happen.
MARINARO: I’m going to have to buy you a drink later.
((THROWBACK to Manson.))
MANSON: And now to Rabesque. I’ll admit, I’m far more interested in what he’ll say after the match then before. Before it’s all basically the same drivel. Afterwards, it’s somewhat interesting to see whatever excuses he can come up. He keeps saying that I’m talentless..he keeps saying I’m stupid…yet anytime he’s across the ring from me in any capacity..he doesn’t get the job done.
He can complain about cheating and whatnot….but shouldn’t such a self-proclaimed great wrestler be able to counteract any of that? Where is that innate ability to overcome all obstacles…to find a way to win? Sure, in a tag match he can claim his tag partner is poor, but the great Jean Rabesque should be able to win being a one-man team, shouldn’t he? Maybe that excuse could work once, but week in and week out, it begins somewhat blatant that claiming Rabesque is great at anything is simply talk.
I don’t need even to talk….he’s on one team…my team wins….he even sees him and runs away to the far side of the ring to crouch in a fetal position. Maybe it’s just a strategic thing? I’m especially waiting for his excuse when he actually fails to win the title. Or if he does by default or act of a French god, what will be his excuse when his title reign is duller than public television?
But for now he has to team with people he constantly puts down, which I have warned him about. I realize one of the few things he shares with Maelstrom is that they both seem to talk to Tony Ross all the time….but still..you’re all teammates and on the side of God, Christmas, and apple pie. Working together won’t really get you anywhere, but it’s worth a shot. My team might be struck by lightning before entering the building.
Then that’s only another excuse though…
((THROWBACK to Marinaro stopping footage and using his laser pointer to point to Manson taking Jared Justice’s torch away.))
MARINARO: Now, I understand this job can rank among the ambiguous. Sometimes, we have let certain guys get even with certain guys. And when someone breaks the rules in sight….I don’t care if it’s Captain America..we break them down. Still, if a wrestler does something to make our job easier, let them. Don’t get in the way. Look at Manson here, taking the torch makes the crowd safer and lessens the risk of injury. For doing this, maybe he should get the benefit of the doubt later.
REF1: But isn’t Manson the devil incarnate?
REF2: Manson has used fire before, he’s only doing this to help himself.
REF3: Aw, he seems like an all right guy, cut him a break.
MARINARO: Guys, guys..we can’t make prejudiced decisions here..every match is a new beginning. You don’t like Manson? Fine. But he gets a fair shot same as everyone. It bother you? Remember how much money he brings in that allows me my vacation down in Italy every year where they make the most precious little lattes.
REF3: God Bless Mike Manson!
((FADEBACK to Mike Manson, a tear in his eye.))
MANSON: Finally, Jared Justice. Someone who became obsessed with me and failed. Like the guy who originally hired him….failed. Like all his attempts on my life and career ..failed. He gets another chance now and I suppose if you give the stupidest monkey an infinity of chances he’ll type a sentence. Still, I even told this guy what to do to win.
And he couldn’t do it on his own….with no rules albeit…and now he has 3 friends….and he’ll fail again. It’s in his blood, in his nature. Already, I can visualize you as the one tapping like a woman in labor while Rabesque and Maelstrom have slap fight and Poe searches the floor for an earring.
Fire was a decent enough start, not original though. Justice seems to lack that. He complains that I got off by destroying a man and his family…well….yeah..who wouldn’t? Yet, here he is trying to do the same thing to me. Such a waste. For all we know, Justice could be the best pyromaniac in history, but is wasting is time here. Imagine the war protests and civil statements he could be making. Yet, he wastes his life here. Because of me.
Well, fear not. I won’t let him burn me, but I’ll bring a conclusion to these matters. He’ll be on his way out soon enough, because after all, you eventually have to put the retarded monkey out of it’s misery.
((FADEBACK to Marinaro standing in front of the blank TV.))
MARINARO: So, any questions?
REF1: What if someone like Manson comes after us?
MARINARO: Do a good job, he won’t have to. Besides, Manson doesn’t complain about the refs. He even lent some of his salary to my dental plan. My daughter is wearing the proceeds of his malevolence as braces as we speak.
REF2: What if we’re intimidated?
MARINARO: I’d say stand your ground, but if it’s Manson, I can’t blame you. In extreme cases, we’ll send out some help. But Manson generally has a good point, so listen up when he does that. He’s a genius in that ring, you can learn a lot from him.
REF3: How can we thank Mister Manson for making our jobs easier?
MARINARO: As I said, just do the best job possible. Mike is always taking the best of the best out after the shows…horse racing…brothels….that road trip to Atlantic City…..It aint bad being a ref here all things considered. Can’t believe everything you read.
REF3: Sir, how can we earn the privilege of officiating a Mike Manson match?
MARINARO: Be open to…a critique….he’ll request you himself. He only wants the finest in his matches. You’ll see at the WarGames. It’s another day on the job, but Manson always makes it special.
REF3: Viva La Manson!
MARINARO: The referee's creed.
More One to One
(Once more the backdrop of the GLCW can be seen on camera as Tony Ross sits dressed in one of his best suits. Next to him is dressed in his black leather jacket, jeans and heavy boots is Jarod Poe. Ross smiling on cue sits in contrast as Poe has his usual look of intensity in his eyes. The camera moves in on Ross and he catches his cue)
Ross: Hello fans and Welcome back once more to GLCW One to One. I've already had the priviledge of sharing the stage with Maelstrom and Jean Rebesque. Now I'm here with yet anothe rone of the teamates...GLCW TV Champion..."The Torture King" Jarod Poe. Now Jarod first congratualtions on your great run as TV Champion as of late, but now you step in the ring with Maelstrom, Jean Rebesque, Jared Justice against a team of The Unholy Alliance, Micheal Manson and Anarky. What made you say yes you the offer that Jean Rebesque made you?
Poe: Well to be honest at the very first moment it was just to step in a cage with Micheal Manson. A chance to get the man trapped with no place to run and see just how much he's willing to face me then. I don't like Manson...he's a fool and I think quite delusional. he goes of on the tangents that only he cares about and beleives deep down that if you say the same thing over and over again...well it will come true. I hate to tell you Micheal...it won't. Hasn't in the past and won't in the future. You can have all the day dreams you want about me and the men on our team. You can look att the future...you can talk about the past,but what you had better be worried about is the very present. (Looks into the camera) Because soon...well soon you'll be stepping into the ring with the worst sort of people you can possibly imagine.
Ross: While you sound like confidence is on your side it doesn't seem like cohesion is on yuor side. Anarky and Manson work very well together. The Unholy Alliance are a tremendous team. How will four men who would normally be at odds with one another step in that cage and work everything out.
(Jarod pauses for a moment)
Poe: It's simple Tony...what I have on my side is three ruthless men. We're locked in a cage we're that savage side is going to take over. The weak are going to be picked aside and picked on. That weakness will be exploited and that will lead to one teams victory. I think in me and my teamates...well we've go some men who can go ahead and do just that.
Ross: Yes, but at the same time you stated in your own words that you'd like to get a shot at Maelstrom's GLCW title and Jean Rebesque consider's himself the number one contender as do you. Don't you think that will bring you at odds with these men?
(Jarod laughs out loud and the regains his compose)
Poe: Look Tony...that might apply to some people, but in the end we're all professionals here. I'm a military guy...I can march to orders and accept a mission. My partners aren't new to this. we're not going to screw each other over with some petty argument...mostly because we all know they'll be hell to pay if we do. Your not going to screw over Justice, Rebesque or Maelstrom and likewise...the ramifacations are just to much of a hassle. When all is said and down we can settle things on our own, but come War Games...that's OUR night to shine
Ross: Your looking forward to this match aren't you?
(A smile curls upon Jarod face)
Poe: Yes I am...It's War Games. I sat fascinated during the very first one. It's the most brutal form of combat in wrestling. There's no place to run and no place to hide.It's obvios that I have no problem with pain. Flesh on metal and metal on flesh...that's no problem for me. I anticipate the very moment of impact with that cage...the soft resistance of flesh needs to be reinforced will ones own self-will. Do you understand that Tony?
(Ross kind of nods)
Poe: See it's in thta kind of ignorance where true knowledge is gained. It's there at that point where our opponents wills ee that this contest was not for them. that they stepped into a realm of terrible impossibilty. It's a place where few like to tread, but it's something I find comfort in.
(Jarod turns and stares solemly into the camera)
Poe: This is your future gentlemen..and I use that term loosly. It's more then just War Games your stepping in it's the very depths of hell. A place where one of us will have to submit to his own limitations. Who will it be...who will be the carcus that just lies there waiting for the crows to oick it apart. Which one will it be. (smiles) anticipation is half the enjoyment. The rest is all physical (Jarod laughs) Any more questions Tony?
(Ross seems at a loss for words and Jarod skulks off the set)
Ross: (coughs) Well GLCW...this has been another episode of GLCW One to One...We'll be right back
(The camera fades to black as the commercial starts to roll)
<END>
(Once more the backdrop of the GLCW can be seen on camera as Tony Ross sits dressed in one of his best suits. Next to him is dressed in his black leather jacket, jeans and heavy boots is Jarod Poe. Ross smiling on cue sits in contrast as Poe has his usual look of intensity in his eyes. The camera moves in on Ross and he catches his cue)
Ross: Hello fans and Welcome back once more to GLCW One to One. I've already had the priviledge of sharing the stage with Maelstrom and Jean Rebesque. Now I'm here with yet anothe rone of the teamates...GLCW TV Champion..."The Torture King" Jarod Poe. Now Jarod first congratualtions on your great run as TV Champion as of late, but now you step in the ring with Maelstrom, Jean Rebesque, Jared Justice against a team of The Unholy Alliance, Micheal Manson and Anarky. What made you say yes you the offer that Jean Rebesque made you?
Poe: Well to be honest at the very first moment it was just to step in a cage with Micheal Manson. A chance to get the man trapped with no place to run and see just how much he's willing to face me then. I don't like Manson...he's a fool and I think quite delusional. he goes of on the tangents that only he cares about and beleives deep down that if you say the same thing over and over again...well it will come true. I hate to tell you Micheal...it won't. Hasn't in the past and won't in the future. You can have all the day dreams you want about me and the men on our team. You can look att the future...you can talk about the past,but what you had better be worried about is the very present. (Looks into the camera) Because soon...well soon you'll be stepping into the ring with the worst sort of people you can possibly imagine.
Ross: While you sound like confidence is on your side it doesn't seem like cohesion is on yuor side. Anarky and Manson work very well together. The Unholy Alliance are a tremendous team. How will four men who would normally be at odds with one another step in that cage and work everything out.
(Jarod pauses for a moment)
Poe: It's simple Tony...what I have on my side is three ruthless men. We're locked in a cage we're that savage side is going to take over. The weak are going to be picked aside and picked on. That weakness will be exploited and that will lead to one teams victory. I think in me and my teamates...well we've go some men who can go ahead and do just that.
Ross: Yes, but at the same time you stated in your own words that you'd like to get a shot at Maelstrom's GLCW title and Jean Rebesque consider's himself the number one contender as do you. Don't you think that will bring you at odds with these men?
(Jarod laughs out loud and the regains his compose)
Poe: Look Tony...that might apply to some people, but in the end we're all professionals here. I'm a military guy...I can march to orders and accept a mission. My partners aren't new to this. we're not going to screw each other over with some petty argument...mostly because we all know they'll be hell to pay if we do. Your not going to screw over Justice, Rebesque or Maelstrom and likewise...the ramifacations are just to much of a hassle. When all is said and down we can settle things on our own, but come War Games...that's OUR night to shine
Ross: Your looking forward to this match aren't you?
(A smile curls upon Jarod face)
Poe: Yes I am...It's War Games. I sat fascinated during the very first one. It's the most brutal form of combat in wrestling. There's no place to run and no place to hide.It's obvios that I have no problem with pain. Flesh on metal and metal on flesh...that's no problem for me. I anticipate the very moment of impact with that cage...the soft resistance of flesh needs to be reinforced will ones own self-will. Do you understand that Tony?
(Ross kind of nods)
Poe: See it's in thta kind of ignorance where true knowledge is gained. It's there at that point where our opponents wills ee that this contest was not for them. that they stepped into a realm of terrible impossibilty. It's a place where few like to tread, but it's something I find comfort in.
(Jarod turns and stares solemly into the camera)
Poe: This is your future gentlemen..and I use that term loosly. It's more then just War Games your stepping in it's the very depths of hell. A place where one of us will have to submit to his own limitations. Who will it be...who will be the carcus that just lies there waiting for the crows to oick it apart. Which one will it be. (smiles) anticipation is half the enjoyment. The rest is all physical (Jarod laughs) Any more questions Tony?
(Ross seems at a loss for words and Jarod skulks off the set)
Ross: (coughs) Well GLCW...this has been another episode of GLCW One to One...We'll be right back
(The camera fades to black as the commercial starts to roll)
<END>
J
JLebron
Guest
Loop hole.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-03-03 AT 08:45 PM (EST)](FADE IN...... Metallica's "Enter Sandman" playing faintly in the background.... an emerging screen with the number 10 appearing on it as it counts in descending sequence until it gets to the number 1.....
A hush takes over, but only momentarily......
As our view pulls back some in this dimly lit room, a room however with just enough light for us to see Maelstrom sitting in a director's style chair..... in his hand is a remote control of sorts.... at his feet, on the floor, lays the GLCW Heavyweight title carelessly coiled, as usual......
Faint sounds of muffled laughter are heard, but only momentarily.....
As Maelstrom's smile falters.... he sighs heavily..... presses on the remote and begins watching film clips of Anarky in action against various opponents.....)
MAELSTROM: (talking more to himself than to us as he glares at the footage, almost mesmerized) Primal savagery, this man.... (pauses) this man is a throw-back to modern day wrestling.
(smiles as he leans forward and crouches somewhat with his elbows upon his knees as he continues to watch intently)
MAELSTROM: This man.... this Anarky lives up to his name. Too bad though, he's lost all direction an' his own life, much like his name suggests..... (shakes his head) it's outta control..... he's outta tune with his own reign...... he's at an impasse, without a clue....
(sighs a bit as he sits back against the chair, flicks the remote and begins watching film clips of the UA in action)
MAELSTROM: Ah yes..... my fellow Pandorians, runnin' roughshod for years over those who'd allow them to..... intimidatin' those who have no heart to begin with..... brainwashin' those lil' or no trace of brain, those who know no better.
(chuckles loudly)
MAELSTROM: Like true vultures.... they swoop down on the hapless. Just like hyenas to a lion, huntin' only in packs..... they try to overcome with sheer numbers what they can't with simple ability. A well cohesive unit 'gainst most.....
(pauses as he watches, once again seemingly mesmerized by film clips of the UA in action)
MAELSTROM: I'm far from most though..... I know it, but more importantly.... THEY KNOW IT!
(presses on the remote and begins watching Michael Manson in action)
MAELSTROM: Evil incarnate? Or maybe just a means of callin' attention to himself? Whatever the case, yer certainly a character Manson. You've managed to find a loop hole in this industry...... how else would someone of such limited means acquire such acclaim huh? Yer talent is far outweighed by yer charismatic antics..... but there's somethin' 'bout watchin' a fool in action..... a liar spin his yarn..... people marvel at it, much like a car wreck, they just can't turn away from it.....
(suddenly bursts out laughing then just as suddenly falls silent as he flicks on the remote and his partners, Rabesque, Justice and Poe appear in action on the screen.... the screen itself is divided into three sections.... one for each of them....)
MAELSTROM: Then we have my current partners..... as well as future opponents. You guys and I.... four unlikely allies 'gainst four likely foes. Has Malec found a loop hole of sorts himself? Or is he simply outta his mind like the rest of us? Crazed by the almighty dollar? Hypnotized by the glitterin' gold? Hungering insatiably for battle? Feeding feral sadistic desires?
(pauses momentarily as he loses himself in thought)
MAELSTROM: Offerin' ourselves up as sacrifices in the process? Each chasin' somethin' someone else has..... each searchin' for greener pastures.....
(nods as he falls silent and begins whispering)
MAELSTROM: .....the grass is always greener ..... but never quite green enough after we pass through the loop hole.....
(Maelstrom turns towards us, a stoic expression glaring our way..... he points the remote at us.... flicks it, and just like that, we.... FADE OUT.....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-03-03 AT 08:45 PM (EST)](FADE IN...... Metallica's "Enter Sandman" playing faintly in the background.... an emerging screen with the number 10 appearing on it as it counts in descending sequence until it gets to the number 1.....
A hush takes over, but only momentarily......
As our view pulls back some in this dimly lit room, a room however with just enough light for us to see Maelstrom sitting in a director's style chair..... in his hand is a remote control of sorts.... at his feet, on the floor, lays the GLCW Heavyweight title carelessly coiled, as usual......
Faint sounds of muffled laughter are heard, but only momentarily.....
As Maelstrom's smile falters.... he sighs heavily..... presses on the remote and begins watching film clips of Anarky in action against various opponents.....)
MAELSTROM: (talking more to himself than to us as he glares at the footage, almost mesmerized) Primal savagery, this man.... (pauses) this man is a throw-back to modern day wrestling.
(smiles as he leans forward and crouches somewhat with his elbows upon his knees as he continues to watch intently)
MAELSTROM: This man.... this Anarky lives up to his name. Too bad though, he's lost all direction an' his own life, much like his name suggests..... (shakes his head) it's outta control..... he's outta tune with his own reign...... he's at an impasse, without a clue....
(sighs a bit as he sits back against the chair, flicks the remote and begins watching film clips of the UA in action)
MAELSTROM: Ah yes..... my fellow Pandorians, runnin' roughshod for years over those who'd allow them to..... intimidatin' those who have no heart to begin with..... brainwashin' those lil' or no trace of brain, those who know no better.
(chuckles loudly)
MAELSTROM: Like true vultures.... they swoop down on the hapless. Just like hyenas to a lion, huntin' only in packs..... they try to overcome with sheer numbers what they can't with simple ability. A well cohesive unit 'gainst most.....
(pauses as he watches, once again seemingly mesmerized by film clips of the UA in action)
MAELSTROM: I'm far from most though..... I know it, but more importantly.... THEY KNOW IT!
(presses on the remote and begins watching Michael Manson in action)
MAELSTROM: Evil incarnate? Or maybe just a means of callin' attention to himself? Whatever the case, yer certainly a character Manson. You've managed to find a loop hole in this industry...... how else would someone of such limited means acquire such acclaim huh? Yer talent is far outweighed by yer charismatic antics..... but there's somethin' 'bout watchin' a fool in action..... a liar spin his yarn..... people marvel at it, much like a car wreck, they just can't turn away from it.....
(suddenly bursts out laughing then just as suddenly falls silent as he flicks on the remote and his partners, Rabesque, Justice and Poe appear in action on the screen.... the screen itself is divided into three sections.... one for each of them....)
MAELSTROM: Then we have my current partners..... as well as future opponents. You guys and I.... four unlikely allies 'gainst four likely foes. Has Malec found a loop hole of sorts himself? Or is he simply outta his mind like the rest of us? Crazed by the almighty dollar? Hypnotized by the glitterin' gold? Hungering insatiably for battle? Feeding feral sadistic desires?
(pauses momentarily as he loses himself in thought)
MAELSTROM: Offerin' ourselves up as sacrifices in the process? Each chasin' somethin' someone else has..... each searchin' for greener pastures.....
(nods as he falls silent and begins whispering)
MAELSTROM: .....the grass is always greener ..... but never quite green enough after we pass through the loop hole.....
(Maelstrom turns towards us, a stoic expression glaring our way..... he points the remote at us.... flicks it, and just like that, we.... FADE OUT.....)
JC
League Member
The art of war.... pt 2....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-04-03 AT 08:26 AM (EST)](“Well here I am back in the studio, getting ready for my show and my guest for the night Mr. JC himself!!! And he was accompanied by Mr. Flatliner himself, it has been a while since I last spoke to JC, so I figured let me prepare for this interview, let get down to what’s really at hand and try to bypass the promo aspect of many of my interviews… What I wasn’t prepared for was Flatliner… After our last encounter I really didn’t want to be in the same room with him, the man is very unpredictable and I wasn’t sure if JC would be able to keep him on a short leash"…
JC: Relax Rico, no need to go into a panic… Flats is going to behave himself tonight, and you did want to hear his side of all of this, unless you have changed your mind and want to object him being here tonight… (Looks at RS with a malicious smirk)
RS: No I don’t object… I do want to hear what Mr. Flatliner has to say….
JC: That’s good to hear, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable on your own show… So with that out of the way, I want to let all the good people out there in TV land, that all is not lost…. I have returned and I am back with a vengeance… WARGAMES!!! What does it mean!? What is the purpose of it and most importantly, WHY!? I say WHY NOT!? The questions of the whys, the how comes and its meaning should be quite obvious, we forced Malec’s hand… He had no choice but to give us this match!!! It’s our right, we made mucho dinero for him and with Wargames, he’ll even make more money!!! And it’ll be one for the books; in one corner you have the most lethal and most talented team of Anarky, Manson and of course, MY GUYS!!! The GLCW tag team champions since day one, no one has been able to take the titles away from them, many have tried and many more have failed!!! Then you have the team of Maelstrom, “Raby” as Mael likes to call him; and who’s next!? Oh yea none other than Mr. pyromaniac himself; Jared Justice, Mael’s former running partner, and that’s what they did best people!!! RUN!!! And last but not least, Mr. TV champion himself; Jarod Poe!!! What’s wrong with that picture people!? Look real hard and you’ll realize that Mael and company don’t stand a snowball’s change in hell… There’s no unity, no trust, no cohesion, Jean can’t wait to stab Mael in the back, all Justice has on his mind nowadays is Manson and Poe!? Let’s just say, he’s still out there celebrating… The UA, Manson and Anarky are training hard, eating their vitamins, but they’re not saying any prayers though (Laughs) they are becoming one within themselves… They’re on the same level… Now Mael’s wild hair in his you know where may very well be going so fast that’s it’s burning his butt cheeks, it don’t mean squat!!! That’s right Mr. big bad boogey goon guy, you don’t scare us, sure you’re big, and you’re strong but you’re also so damn stupid… Wake up out of that delusional stupor you’re in Mael; when will you finally accept that it was US who made you, by beating your azz over in New Japan, we implanted the seeds that made you what you are today… Without us, there NEVER would have been a YOU!!! Accept it, learn to live with it!!! Cause no matter what you come out here and blather on and on about, it’s NOT going to change facts Mael… Looking into that so-called mystical mirror you stare into is not going to change facts Mael; not even thinking that you can will make a difference… You’re physically as well as mentally being attacked from all sides Mael… WAKE UP MAEL!!! We’re the only true family you have and yet you continuously turn your back to us… Oh WELL!!! Que sera, sera… Whatever will be, will be… You want to keep on believing that crap that you’re just like your favorite pulp fiction super hero, go ahead Mael, live your fantasies but always remember; when you come into our world, those nightmares that keep you up at nights breaking out in cold sweats become a reality!!! And they always end with you at the s(bleep)ty end of that stick… We have tolerated you long enough Mael, same goes for your little amigo “Raby”, Jared and Jarod, (Pauses and starts to grin) I can’t speak much about them, only just this… Guys, curiosity killed the cat; you two clowns are being led around as if you had a ring up your noses tied to chains that Mael and Jean are toting around… There’s nothing here for you two, but if you want some, by all means come git some guys!!! We ALWAYS aims to please!!! So bring your lil torch Jared, and you Jarod, well you can just bring yourself, Mr. TV champ…
FLATLINER: So what’s next Mael!? What words of wisdom will come out of your pie hole now!? Hopefully this time around you’ll find something new to say instead of the same old crap that we keep hearing… Same goes for you “Raby”, learn something new, that cliché of yours has gotten old and boring… It must really burn you two slugs up that no matter how many times you come up against us, you always come up short… Now you bring in two more sad sacks, to join your merry band of losers… One’s too busy being a pyromaniac, another is kissing his own rear end, all the while the other is still on cloud nine… And then we come back to you Mael, you want to call us cowards!? You think of us as shells of our former selves!? Those are yours and Jean’s opinions and like azz holes everyone has one… It’s going to be real interesting to hear what freaking excuses you will have after Wargames and after we once again hand you your azz on a platter… You confabulate entirely too much Mael, so does Jean… Then you have Jared Justice, a man who claims to know pain, while his mind is entranced by the flame… (Laughs) Am I to fear you for that Justice!? Do the voices tell you that you stand a chance at Wargames!? And you Jarod, what do you think of all this!? Did achieving your quest for the TV title made you hunger for bigger and better things!? Poe, Justice you guys need to know a few things coming into this match… It’s not going to be a match, it’s going to be an outright fight; no holds barred… So you need to ask yourselves, is it really worth it!? Going forward, what will you gain from it!? The fact that maybe just maybe you might survive, to be able to say, “yea I was in a caged match against the likes of the UA, Anarky and Manson and survived”!? But at what price will it come Poe!? Is that all there is to you!? Is that what you want to be remembered for!? Or did winning that TV title clouded your rationale to the point of turning you suicidal!? No matter Poe, you made your choice or maybe it was made for you, it doesn’t matter much now… You’re in it now, same as Justice, but I am sure that Justice will say that he was looking forward to this one, he sees this as finally getting Manson within the confines of a cage… Jean wants payback for the azz kickings he has suffered at our hands, for the frustration we have put him through and at the same time he’s hoping that we’ll hurt Mael enough so he can better his odds, (Grins in a devious way) After all he’s the number one contender or so he claims… And then you have Mael, who wants a piece of us, he wants payback for what Manson did to him and he also has his sights on Anarky and he also hopes; that we strengthen the odds in his favor for the day Jeano decides to stab him in the back… Each one of your cronies claims to have a reason for Wargames so tell me Poe, what’s your reason!? A while back I stated that me and Krave were on a mission and that mission ends at Wargames Poe…
RS: I would like to show our audience a piece of tape I happen to catch the other day, Mr. Flatliner, JC if I may… Let’s roll that tape…
(A screen comes down behind them… When it starts we see JC who faces the camera, a confused look on his face as he questions the motives of a conversation he is holding with someone whose back is turned and obscured from the camera’s view…)
JC: Let me get this straight, you’re trying to proposition me into acting in unison with you to eliminate an obstacle that’s blocking your way to the top, one particular individual who from what I see has been a thorn on your side also… Hmmm, very interesting, how you put it… But why should we do your dirty work!? We share nothing in common, our views are the total opposite and we don’t like each other, so why should I help you!? Why should I trust you!?
(A muffled barely audible voice is heard responding to JC’s queries; JC mockingly cups his ear…)
JC: What was that!? Speak up man…
(Again we hear the muffled voice, only this time a little louder… Camera fades off)
RS: What was that all about JC!? Who was that!?
JC: (Smirks) That was one of Mael’s partners trying to cut a side deal… They’re already starting to fall apart at the seams, and they haven’t even entered the cage yet… I see betrayal gearing its ugly head at Wargames, I see a man who is going to get burnt with his own fire and I also see a bewildered and confused newly crowned TV champ who was thrown into this in the same fashion the government throws bodies into a war… Young, half trained, half prepared for what really awaits out in the darkness… Wargames is not the place you want to pay your dues in Poe, there will be some very heavy dues to pay… So you and Jared should ask yourselves just why are you here!? Why has Malec decided to throw you into the den with the wolves!? The numbers don’t add up fella, you and Jared are the odd men out… The sacrificial lambs for Mael’s and “Raby’s” mistakes; little do you know what Mael and Jean have in store for you, that is besides using you as human shields… But I’m not going to bore you with details, I am sure that your minds are set; and in your eyes, you see victory, you can smell it, you can taste it… And that’s where it ends guys, that’s as far as you’ll get; the wishful thinking on your parts will be just that, nothing more than wishful thinking… So Mael cut your promos, entertain us with your pretentious boasting of how you are the greatest thing since the wheel and we’re not… But try to come up with some new stuff, you’re becoming just like your compadre Jean; babbling and blathering nothing but the same pathetic crap over and over… (Smirks deviously) But Mael, all that aside, I want to wish you good luck… You and your lil posse, may your camels be strong, swift and able to carry your limp carcass to safety after we’re done with you… We’ve come full circle Mael…
RS: Well that wraps it up it for this segment… I would like to thank my guests JC and Mr. Flatliner for enlightening us on the up and coming Wargames… Good night folks and remember to order, Ringlords 1: Minnesota Mayhem; with its main event, “WARGAMES”!!! And folks, the main event alone will be worth the money… Good night and watch my next show; Kraven will be my guest and of course I am sure that we will be graced once again by JC’s presence… Good night folks and as always the pleasure has been all yours….
(Camera slowly fades off into a Ringlords 1, commercial… And then into one of “WARGAMES”…)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-04-03 AT 08:26 AM (EST)](“Well here I am back in the studio, getting ready for my show and my guest for the night Mr. JC himself!!! And he was accompanied by Mr. Flatliner himself, it has been a while since I last spoke to JC, so I figured let me prepare for this interview, let get down to what’s really at hand and try to bypass the promo aspect of many of my interviews… What I wasn’t prepared for was Flatliner… After our last encounter I really didn’t want to be in the same room with him, the man is very unpredictable and I wasn’t sure if JC would be able to keep him on a short leash"…
JC: Relax Rico, no need to go into a panic… Flats is going to behave himself tonight, and you did want to hear his side of all of this, unless you have changed your mind and want to object him being here tonight… (Looks at RS with a malicious smirk)
RS: No I don’t object… I do want to hear what Mr. Flatliner has to say….
JC: That’s good to hear, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable on your own show… So with that out of the way, I want to let all the good people out there in TV land, that all is not lost…. I have returned and I am back with a vengeance… WARGAMES!!! What does it mean!? What is the purpose of it and most importantly, WHY!? I say WHY NOT!? The questions of the whys, the how comes and its meaning should be quite obvious, we forced Malec’s hand… He had no choice but to give us this match!!! It’s our right, we made mucho dinero for him and with Wargames, he’ll even make more money!!! And it’ll be one for the books; in one corner you have the most lethal and most talented team of Anarky, Manson and of course, MY GUYS!!! The GLCW tag team champions since day one, no one has been able to take the titles away from them, many have tried and many more have failed!!! Then you have the team of Maelstrom, “Raby” as Mael likes to call him; and who’s next!? Oh yea none other than Mr. pyromaniac himself; Jared Justice, Mael’s former running partner, and that’s what they did best people!!! RUN!!! And last but not least, Mr. TV champion himself; Jarod Poe!!! What’s wrong with that picture people!? Look real hard and you’ll realize that Mael and company don’t stand a snowball’s change in hell… There’s no unity, no trust, no cohesion, Jean can’t wait to stab Mael in the back, all Justice has on his mind nowadays is Manson and Poe!? Let’s just say, he’s still out there celebrating… The UA, Manson and Anarky are training hard, eating their vitamins, but they’re not saying any prayers though (Laughs) they are becoming one within themselves… They’re on the same level… Now Mael’s wild hair in his you know where may very well be going so fast that’s it’s burning his butt cheeks, it don’t mean squat!!! That’s right Mr. big bad boogey goon guy, you don’t scare us, sure you’re big, and you’re strong but you’re also so damn stupid… Wake up out of that delusional stupor you’re in Mael; when will you finally accept that it was US who made you, by beating your azz over in New Japan, we implanted the seeds that made you what you are today… Without us, there NEVER would have been a YOU!!! Accept it, learn to live with it!!! Cause no matter what you come out here and blather on and on about, it’s NOT going to change facts Mael… Looking into that so-called mystical mirror you stare into is not going to change facts Mael; not even thinking that you can will make a difference… You’re physically as well as mentally being attacked from all sides Mael… WAKE UP MAEL!!! We’re the only true family you have and yet you continuously turn your back to us… Oh WELL!!! Que sera, sera… Whatever will be, will be… You want to keep on believing that crap that you’re just like your favorite pulp fiction super hero, go ahead Mael, live your fantasies but always remember; when you come into our world, those nightmares that keep you up at nights breaking out in cold sweats become a reality!!! And they always end with you at the s(bleep)ty end of that stick… We have tolerated you long enough Mael, same goes for your little amigo “Raby”, Jared and Jarod, (Pauses and starts to grin) I can’t speak much about them, only just this… Guys, curiosity killed the cat; you two clowns are being led around as if you had a ring up your noses tied to chains that Mael and Jean are toting around… There’s nothing here for you two, but if you want some, by all means come git some guys!!! We ALWAYS aims to please!!! So bring your lil torch Jared, and you Jarod, well you can just bring yourself, Mr. TV champ…
FLATLINER: So what’s next Mael!? What words of wisdom will come out of your pie hole now!? Hopefully this time around you’ll find something new to say instead of the same old crap that we keep hearing… Same goes for you “Raby”, learn something new, that cliché of yours has gotten old and boring… It must really burn you two slugs up that no matter how many times you come up against us, you always come up short… Now you bring in two more sad sacks, to join your merry band of losers… One’s too busy being a pyromaniac, another is kissing his own rear end, all the while the other is still on cloud nine… And then we come back to you Mael, you want to call us cowards!? You think of us as shells of our former selves!? Those are yours and Jean’s opinions and like azz holes everyone has one… It’s going to be real interesting to hear what freaking excuses you will have after Wargames and after we once again hand you your azz on a platter… You confabulate entirely too much Mael, so does Jean… Then you have Jared Justice, a man who claims to know pain, while his mind is entranced by the flame… (Laughs) Am I to fear you for that Justice!? Do the voices tell you that you stand a chance at Wargames!? And you Jarod, what do you think of all this!? Did achieving your quest for the TV title made you hunger for bigger and better things!? Poe, Justice you guys need to know a few things coming into this match… It’s not going to be a match, it’s going to be an outright fight; no holds barred… So you need to ask yourselves, is it really worth it!? Going forward, what will you gain from it!? The fact that maybe just maybe you might survive, to be able to say, “yea I was in a caged match against the likes of the UA, Anarky and Manson and survived”!? But at what price will it come Poe!? Is that all there is to you!? Is that what you want to be remembered for!? Or did winning that TV title clouded your rationale to the point of turning you suicidal!? No matter Poe, you made your choice or maybe it was made for you, it doesn’t matter much now… You’re in it now, same as Justice, but I am sure that Justice will say that he was looking forward to this one, he sees this as finally getting Manson within the confines of a cage… Jean wants payback for the azz kickings he has suffered at our hands, for the frustration we have put him through and at the same time he’s hoping that we’ll hurt Mael enough so he can better his odds, (Grins in a devious way) After all he’s the number one contender or so he claims… And then you have Mael, who wants a piece of us, he wants payback for what Manson did to him and he also has his sights on Anarky and he also hopes; that we strengthen the odds in his favor for the day Jeano decides to stab him in the back… Each one of your cronies claims to have a reason for Wargames so tell me Poe, what’s your reason!? A while back I stated that me and Krave were on a mission and that mission ends at Wargames Poe…
RS: I would like to show our audience a piece of tape I happen to catch the other day, Mr. Flatliner, JC if I may… Let’s roll that tape…
(A screen comes down behind them… When it starts we see JC who faces the camera, a confused look on his face as he questions the motives of a conversation he is holding with someone whose back is turned and obscured from the camera’s view…)
JC: Let me get this straight, you’re trying to proposition me into acting in unison with you to eliminate an obstacle that’s blocking your way to the top, one particular individual who from what I see has been a thorn on your side also… Hmmm, very interesting, how you put it… But why should we do your dirty work!? We share nothing in common, our views are the total opposite and we don’t like each other, so why should I help you!? Why should I trust you!?
(A muffled barely audible voice is heard responding to JC’s queries; JC mockingly cups his ear…)
JC: What was that!? Speak up man…
(Again we hear the muffled voice, only this time a little louder… Camera fades off)
RS: What was that all about JC!? Who was that!?
JC: (Smirks) That was one of Mael’s partners trying to cut a side deal… They’re already starting to fall apart at the seams, and they haven’t even entered the cage yet… I see betrayal gearing its ugly head at Wargames, I see a man who is going to get burnt with his own fire and I also see a bewildered and confused newly crowned TV champ who was thrown into this in the same fashion the government throws bodies into a war… Young, half trained, half prepared for what really awaits out in the darkness… Wargames is not the place you want to pay your dues in Poe, there will be some very heavy dues to pay… So you and Jared should ask yourselves just why are you here!? Why has Malec decided to throw you into the den with the wolves!? The numbers don’t add up fella, you and Jared are the odd men out… The sacrificial lambs for Mael’s and “Raby’s” mistakes; little do you know what Mael and Jean have in store for you, that is besides using you as human shields… But I’m not going to bore you with details, I am sure that your minds are set; and in your eyes, you see victory, you can smell it, you can taste it… And that’s where it ends guys, that’s as far as you’ll get; the wishful thinking on your parts will be just that, nothing more than wishful thinking… So Mael cut your promos, entertain us with your pretentious boasting of how you are the greatest thing since the wheel and we’re not… But try to come up with some new stuff, you’re becoming just like your compadre Jean; babbling and blathering nothing but the same pathetic crap over and over… (Smirks deviously) But Mael, all that aside, I want to wish you good luck… You and your lil posse, may your camels be strong, swift and able to carry your limp carcass to safety after we’re done with you… We’ve come full circle Mael…
RS: Well that wraps it up it for this segment… I would like to thank my guests JC and Mr. Flatliner for enlightening us on the up and coming Wargames… Good night folks and remember to order, Ringlords 1: Minnesota Mayhem; with its main event, “WARGAMES”!!! And folks, the main event alone will be worth the money… Good night and watch my next show; Kraven will be my guest and of course I am sure that we will be graced once again by JC’s presence… Good night folks and as always the pleasure has been all yours….
(Camera slowly fades off into a Ringlords 1, commercial… And then into one of “WARGAMES”…)
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-04-03 AT 03:41 PM (EST)](FADEIN from darkness to Anarky, simply standing in front of a blue and gold GLCW logo. He's wearing his black and white skull facepaint and his tangled blonde hair falls in all directions.)
ANARKY: "Is this good enough for you? Is this what you want? Me, standing in front of our beloved GLCW logo? Wishing you guys some good luck and some clean fighting? Go out there and put on a show, right, Jean? Gee willickers, I can't think of a better idea!"
(He chuckles and holds up one of his hands, which holds a remote. He clicks the button and the background switches to a familiar-looking prison cell.)
ANARKY: "But no... this won't do. Because this is all so... contrived, right? Maybe you'd just prefer if I continue to go on GLCW interview shows and answer the same boring questions over and over again? I mean, let's face it, it's not like they're really... digging very deep, are they?."
(He presses the button again and the background switches to four spliced images of his opponents in various matches.)
ANARKY: "You do have something in common besides your willingness to sit and speak candidly with GLCW reporters. Do you know what it is, hm? I'll tell you. It's your illusion of morality. You think that going out there, and fighting FAIR, or at least, what you THINK is fair, makes you more honorable... than someone who doesn't.
"Do you know what you really are? Terrible, terrible people. The fans cheer you, but only for their bloodlust. Your entire existence... your PURPOSE... is to inflict pain. Everything you train for, everything you speak about, everything you DO... comes down to the fact that your JOB is to HURT PEOPLE. And the better you ARE, the more MONEY and FAME and FORTUNE you receive."
(Anarky pushes the button several times. CUTTO: An enormous pile of money. CUTTO: A jobber screaming for mercy as he's covered in blood. CUTTO: A car showroom with several sports cars. CUTTO: A wrestler being carried away on a stretcher. CUTTO: An image of the GLCW Heavyweight Title.)
ANARKY: "The GLCW Heavyweight Title... leather and gold... but something more. A symbol. A symbol that you all seek. And what is it a symbol of? Pain... suffering... violence. And yet you speak to me... as if I am so detestable. You speak to me, about the COWARD'S WAY OUT. What makes you so special? What makes the pain you 'cause any more HONORABLE. Because you follow the rules of some PROMOTERS? Because it's the right thing to do?
"As for YOU, Maelstrom... you shouldn't presume to know the first thing about me. You aren't gonna learn it by watching my matches, that's for sure. You think that defending cheating is contradictory? In what way? What is cheating, in fact? If I don't get caught, does it even matter? You want a good question, Maelstrom? What if I did beat you clean? Then what? The fans won't respect me. They'll just think it was a fluke. And worse yet, SO WILL YOU. You'll insist and you'll insist and nobody will ever really believe that I was the better man. So what makes me any MORE OF A MAN if I break your leg with a submission maneuver or if I break your leg with a chair? You think I care? You think I feel obliged to GOD or this LEAGUE to be a GOOD PERSON?
"And you, Jean, need to stop putting words into my mouth. I NEVER said that I NEEDED to cheat. I said that I DID WHAT I WANT TO, and maybe what I WANT TO DO, is just hurt you. Maybe I don't care anymore. Maybe I'm just a monster and maybe I don't care if I win or lose. Your blood... your screams of agony... those fuel me. No honor or glory... no justice... all I want is for you to feel my wrath, and feel my wrath you will. You think I'm a shell of my former self? You people always do. You always talk about me as if I was once great, but feel from grace. Well I've always been the same man. It's just that sometimes, I enjoy pretending... I enjoy dancing your little dance and beating you at your own game. But most of the time, I do what I want. Nothing more. Nothing less."
(He holds up the remote again and clicks again, ending up on an image of himself, covered in barb wire and blood, after a match with Steven Gage in 1994 when he first won the ASWF US Title.)
ANARKY: "The only question left... is not whether or not I have gone over the deep end. It is not whether or not I have enough sanity left to still be a threat. The REAL question... is does my addiction... my rage... make me MORE... or LESS dangerous. And Jean... Jarod... Jared... and Maelstrom... you might think you can make me submit. But I don't submit. I don't cry for mercy. I will scream for more, and when you think that I can't take it... when you think that I can't possibly hold on for one more moment, I WILL SCREAM IN ECSTACY FOR YOUR FRUSTRATION. And when the cages come down, and there's nowhere left to go, and that bell rings... there is no good or bad. No right or wrong. No good guys or bad guys. Just eight men trying to hurt each other as much as humanly possible.
"... and anarchy will descend on us all."
(He just laughs and laughs, getting louder and louder, until he clicks the button and it changes to blackness, but you can still hear the laughter... )
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-04-03 AT 03:41 PM (EST)](FADEIN from darkness to Anarky, simply standing in front of a blue and gold GLCW logo. He's wearing his black and white skull facepaint and his tangled blonde hair falls in all directions.)
ANARKY: "Is this good enough for you? Is this what you want? Me, standing in front of our beloved GLCW logo? Wishing you guys some good luck and some clean fighting? Go out there and put on a show, right, Jean? Gee willickers, I can't think of a better idea!"
(He chuckles and holds up one of his hands, which holds a remote. He clicks the button and the background switches to a familiar-looking prison cell.)
ANARKY: "But no... this won't do. Because this is all so... contrived, right? Maybe you'd just prefer if I continue to go on GLCW interview shows and answer the same boring questions over and over again? I mean, let's face it, it's not like they're really... digging very deep, are they?."
(He presses the button again and the background switches to four spliced images of his opponents in various matches.)
ANARKY: "You do have something in common besides your willingness to sit and speak candidly with GLCW reporters. Do you know what it is, hm? I'll tell you. It's your illusion of morality. You think that going out there, and fighting FAIR, or at least, what you THINK is fair, makes you more honorable... than someone who doesn't.
"Do you know what you really are? Terrible, terrible people. The fans cheer you, but only for their bloodlust. Your entire existence... your PURPOSE... is to inflict pain. Everything you train for, everything you speak about, everything you DO... comes down to the fact that your JOB is to HURT PEOPLE. And the better you ARE, the more MONEY and FAME and FORTUNE you receive."
(Anarky pushes the button several times. CUTTO: An enormous pile of money. CUTTO: A jobber screaming for mercy as he's covered in blood. CUTTO: A car showroom with several sports cars. CUTTO: A wrestler being carried away on a stretcher. CUTTO: An image of the GLCW Heavyweight Title.)
ANARKY: "The GLCW Heavyweight Title... leather and gold... but something more. A symbol. A symbol that you all seek. And what is it a symbol of? Pain... suffering... violence. And yet you speak to me... as if I am so detestable. You speak to me, about the COWARD'S WAY OUT. What makes you so special? What makes the pain you 'cause any more HONORABLE. Because you follow the rules of some PROMOTERS? Because it's the right thing to do?
"As for YOU, Maelstrom... you shouldn't presume to know the first thing about me. You aren't gonna learn it by watching my matches, that's for sure. You think that defending cheating is contradictory? In what way? What is cheating, in fact? If I don't get caught, does it even matter? You want a good question, Maelstrom? What if I did beat you clean? Then what? The fans won't respect me. They'll just think it was a fluke. And worse yet, SO WILL YOU. You'll insist and you'll insist and nobody will ever really believe that I was the better man. So what makes me any MORE OF A MAN if I break your leg with a submission maneuver or if I break your leg with a chair? You think I care? You think I feel obliged to GOD or this LEAGUE to be a GOOD PERSON?
"And you, Jean, need to stop putting words into my mouth. I NEVER said that I NEEDED to cheat. I said that I DID WHAT I WANT TO, and maybe what I WANT TO DO, is just hurt you. Maybe I don't care anymore. Maybe I'm just a monster and maybe I don't care if I win or lose. Your blood... your screams of agony... those fuel me. No honor or glory... no justice... all I want is for you to feel my wrath, and feel my wrath you will. You think I'm a shell of my former self? You people always do. You always talk about me as if I was once great, but feel from grace. Well I've always been the same man. It's just that sometimes, I enjoy pretending... I enjoy dancing your little dance and beating you at your own game. But most of the time, I do what I want. Nothing more. Nothing less."
(He holds up the remote again and clicks again, ending up on an image of himself, covered in barb wire and blood, after a match with Steven Gage in 1994 when he first won the ASWF US Title.)
ANARKY: "The only question left... is not whether or not I have gone over the deep end. It is not whether or not I have enough sanity left to still be a threat. The REAL question... is does my addiction... my rage... make me MORE... or LESS dangerous. And Jean... Jarod... Jared... and Maelstrom... you might think you can make me submit. But I don't submit. I don't cry for mercy. I will scream for more, and when you think that I can't take it... when you think that I can't possibly hold on for one more moment, I WILL SCREAM IN ECSTACY FOR YOUR FRUSTRATION. And when the cages come down, and there's nowhere left to go, and that bell rings... there is no good or bad. No right or wrong. No good guys or bad guys. Just eight men trying to hurt each other as much as humanly possible.
"... and anarchy will descend on us all."
(He just laughs and laughs, getting louder and louder, until he clicks the button and it changes to blackness, but you can still hear the laughter... )
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JLebron
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Goin' thru the motions.....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-05-03 AT 00:16 AM (EST)](FADE IN..... the sounds of faint laughter.... soon after, we find ourselves trading glares with the man we know simply as Maelstrom as he sits upon the apron of an empty ring, the GLCW Heavyweight strap hanging carelessly on the middle rope as he stretches his massive arms wide and nods his head......)
MAELSTROM: Whatsamatta 'Narky? Have I struck a ..... a nerve?! Or do ya normally find yerself back-peddlin', as ya attempt to vainly defend yer arguments while simultaneously succumbing to mine. Or perhaps maybe, just maybe..... ya do "beLIEve" the weight of my words an' yer simply just goin' through the motions?
(winks as he gives a satisfied grin)
MAELSTROM: Cheatin' is only cheatin' if yer caught? A lie is only a lie if ya beLIEve it to be? (chuckles) All this from a man who makes up the rules as he goes along...... that an' just a weee bit more I presume. Whoops?! Did I say P-R-E-S-U-M-E? Let me rephrase that since I know how much it bothers ya when I presume.... let's just say somethin' like.... surmise? Anyhow, for someone who so proudly boasts of doin' A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G an' E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G necessary to win, ya sure do seem to be sensitive 'bout defending yer so-called right to do so. What I don't understand 'Nark is why even bother defending a point so vehemently at every turn if it's as ya suggest..... to be expected from most an' considered the norm? Unless of course, ya actually don't beLIEve yer own words eh?
(pauses momentarily to stretch)
MAELSTROM: Ya ask what makes ya more of a man if ya break someone's leg with a wrestling maneuver over using a chair? Are ya really that dense 'Narky? Or are ya merely frontin' ignorance? Well, to answer that question, one promotes true ability while the other exposes the lack of it. But once again, why would somethin' like that matter to someone like you? Someone who makes up the rules as he goes along. What else are ya gonna make up as ya go along 'Narky?
(sighs heavily as he slowly shakes his head)
MAELSTROM: Amazin' what the power of suggestion can do...... it can instill, confusion.... contradiction.... even panic in some. Hell you should know what I'm talkin' 'bout 'Nark, here ya are.... STILL contradictin' yerself..... STILL presumin' on ME! Ya claim to not care 'bout titles yet there ya go showin' clips of yerself winnin' the ASWF title. I also noticed ya conveniently decided to drop yer "Tact" contradiction once I reminded ya of yer loss to him. Whatsamatta? Got no defense or rationalization for that one? (grins) Anyhow, to answer yer own question, if ya were to beat me, straight up without cheatin' or interference..... I would be the first person to congratulate ya an' shake yer hand. I can't speak for the fans, nor would I even want to but unlike yer presumption.... I wouldn't think it a fluke.... ya'd simply be one of a very RARE FEW who was better than me on one particular night.... ya'd have my respect that night, instead of my pity.
(slides off the apron as he grabs the GLCW strap off the ropes)
MAELSTROM: I think a more intriguing question would be what if I beat you at yer own game.... if I beat ya by cheatin', would YOU call it a fluke.... or would ya contradict yerself..... yet again?
(looking directly into the camera, Maelstrom nods knowingly and walks off the set, all the while glaring at us and smiling faintly..... all the while dragging the GLCW Title in tow behind him..... all this while we simply..... FADE OUT....)
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[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-05-03 AT 00:16 AM (EST)](FADE IN..... the sounds of faint laughter.... soon after, we find ourselves trading glares with the man we know simply as Maelstrom as he sits upon the apron of an empty ring, the GLCW Heavyweight strap hanging carelessly on the middle rope as he stretches his massive arms wide and nods his head......)
MAELSTROM: Whatsamatta 'Narky? Have I struck a ..... a nerve?! Or do ya normally find yerself back-peddlin', as ya attempt to vainly defend yer arguments while simultaneously succumbing to mine. Or perhaps maybe, just maybe..... ya do "beLIEve" the weight of my words an' yer simply just goin' through the motions?
(winks as he gives a satisfied grin)
MAELSTROM: Cheatin' is only cheatin' if yer caught? A lie is only a lie if ya beLIEve it to be? (chuckles) All this from a man who makes up the rules as he goes along...... that an' just a weee bit more I presume. Whoops?! Did I say P-R-E-S-U-M-E? Let me rephrase that since I know how much it bothers ya when I presume.... let's just say somethin' like.... surmise? Anyhow, for someone who so proudly boasts of doin' A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G an' E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G necessary to win, ya sure do seem to be sensitive 'bout defending yer so-called right to do so. What I don't understand 'Nark is why even bother defending a point so vehemently at every turn if it's as ya suggest..... to be expected from most an' considered the norm? Unless of course, ya actually don't beLIEve yer own words eh?
(pauses momentarily to stretch)
MAELSTROM: Ya ask what makes ya more of a man if ya break someone's leg with a wrestling maneuver over using a chair? Are ya really that dense 'Narky? Or are ya merely frontin' ignorance? Well, to answer that question, one promotes true ability while the other exposes the lack of it. But once again, why would somethin' like that matter to someone like you? Someone who makes up the rules as he goes along. What else are ya gonna make up as ya go along 'Narky?
(sighs heavily as he slowly shakes his head)
MAELSTROM: Amazin' what the power of suggestion can do...... it can instill, confusion.... contradiction.... even panic in some. Hell you should know what I'm talkin' 'bout 'Nark, here ya are.... STILL contradictin' yerself..... STILL presumin' on ME! Ya claim to not care 'bout titles yet there ya go showin' clips of yerself winnin' the ASWF title. I also noticed ya conveniently decided to drop yer "Tact" contradiction once I reminded ya of yer loss to him. Whatsamatta? Got no defense or rationalization for that one? (grins) Anyhow, to answer yer own question, if ya were to beat me, straight up without cheatin' or interference..... I would be the first person to congratulate ya an' shake yer hand. I can't speak for the fans, nor would I even want to but unlike yer presumption.... I wouldn't think it a fluke.... ya'd simply be one of a very RARE FEW who was better than me on one particular night.... ya'd have my respect that night, instead of my pity.
(slides off the apron as he grabs the GLCW strap off the ropes)
MAELSTROM: I think a more intriguing question would be what if I beat you at yer own game.... if I beat ya by cheatin', would YOU call it a fluke.... or would ya contradict yerself..... yet again?
(looking directly into the camera, Maelstrom nods knowingly and walks off the set, all the while glaring at us and smiling faintly..... all the while dragging the GLCW Title in tow behind him..... all this while we simply..... FADE OUT....)
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On hallow ground
(Fort Snelling stands pround once more guarding over the twin cities just as it did in the eighteen twenties. Long gone are the steamboates that brough visitors in it's time replacing them are now SUV's and station wagons filled with half interested children and father's wanting to set the history bug in thier children. Upon the rooftop of the round tower (the oldest of the buildings) stands our modern day leather clad warrior Jarod Poe. Above the American Flag blows in the cool breeze and he looks upward towards it witht he upmost respect. He slowly walks around in a circle sticking close to the guardrail as he survey's the layout of the old fort. He grips the railing as the wind kicks up and as the camera moves in for a close-up view of the Flag waving in the air only Jarod's voice can be heard)
Poe: How does one prepare for war? What goes through his mind...how Does he get into that mindset? How do you get the idea thta this could just very well be your last night on earth. Does the thought of lethal force upon your opponent bother you? What are the motives behind the men who have ordered you to fight? Are you the good soldier fighting for God and Country or are you just some expandable meat sack sent suckered in to do a dirty job. That's what war is a dirty job, but one that you must have the stomach to do, For without that and the men willing to do it...well freedom...freedom just does taste as sweet. In fact it's more of a hollow joke
(The camera now pans down to Jarod Poe standing at the base of the flagpole as the cool breeze continues it's blows his hair)
Poe: I think the first time I had any of these thought I was riding in on a chopper in some hell whole of a country, my rifle was armed, ready and we had a mission to carry-out. That night was a good one...other nights were not, but before every mission I remember one thing would always happen. They we would be hyped and ready to get going. Some two star would come in and run us up and down with the rules of engagemnt. (laughs) Here we are putting our lives on the line and they gives us rules to play by (shakes his head) It's as if we were kids in school and the teachers were going down a list of rules for fair play at recess. I mention this for it all came back when I heard Micheal Manson once again go on one of his tangents, but this time he spoke to me. You asked the questions Mikey and now you'll get the answers, but I doubt if you'll like them.
(Jarod slowly heads down the soiral staircase that leads to the inner goriund sof the old fort. Has his feet meet the stpes he continues to talk)
Poe: Mikey your delusions are quite good. You slappe dme around,,,I beleive it was the other way as the numerous times I dropped you on your head have clearly had some effect. show the earlier footage the one where you lost any respect a person should have for you. See I do decry your cheating for the simple fact is that at the time...well it was not in the rules of engagement. In war we have rules, so do we in wrestling...guess I'm just a good soldier. The difference between us is I'm not so desperate to win that I need to do it. After all I bet for a fact you'd be the first to cry foul when the tables are turned the other way. I mena look at the way you moan when beating fairly. I suppose we should all be thankful for your evil way...it at least keep you from talking too much. Yet it doesn't stop you from running your mouth about me...even though you silly lack of knowledge about me or my lifestyle is put clearly on display
(Jarod reaches the the bottom step and looks out on the sprawling ground of Fort Snelling)
Poe: Not everyone stoops to your level or needs to. It's more or less something that happens in your matches. I consider it now just your fallback for all thos eyears catching up to you. After all that is why you so want me to be your fanboy. Som when the game has passed you by you can look back and say...I made him. It's the only thing that makes any sense and I bet if you keep telling yourself it ove ran dover again...well by the time your in a rest home...it will all be true...grandpa. Ah, i can se it now you sitting there eating Pez telling everyone what a bad man you once were, but the truth will be known as you lay close to your death bed. Your not the tough guy or the scary man you pretend to be, just a coward who will lookfor anyway out. I guess in the end...I will be proven right.
(Jarod smiles at the camera as he heads in the direction of the old powder magazine)
Poe: Now let me clear a few thing up for you Mikey...just to get them out in the open. First of none of my piercings can be pulled off during a match. The eagle claws in the webbings of my hand will break under too much pressure and besides there is nothing else. Anything that could cause real damge I remove before a match. as for my tongue splicing...it in No way happens my breathing. You continue to go on and on abo the dangers of what I do, but the truth is those pex you chuck down your gullet in the long rin will cause alot mor ehealth problems (smiles) then anything I have done. You lack of understanding people who want to evolve themselves to more then just standard drones to your psychobabble grows quite old. However I give you credit for actually posing one small semi intelligent question?
(Jarod reaches the room wher eyears ago men would rush, guns in hand to load and prepare for wahtever attack might be forth coming. He pauses imaging men in thie rold fashioned uniform preparing for battle)
Poe: you tell me I'm in a match now where I will have to cheat and that's where you wrong. See Mikey...this is War Games...there are NO RULES!!! Unlike even when I had a gun in my hand and bad intentions in mind there we still rules to follow, but not here. Not in War Games. No inside the confines of that cage that cage I'm free to do whatever I want. I can inflict whatever bodily harm I want upon you wihtut the risk of a DQ. See Mikey...no hypocrite here. I'll leave that ball planted firnly in your court. It can stay there with all the other misunderstandings you have about me. However know this for sure. Inside that cage I'll hold back nothing. You have no idea the dark thoughts inside my mind Mikey. The line I'm willing to cross when you stand in that cage with me is nearly scary and best of all nothing can stop me. Nothing, but your cried to stop. ah, but here's the best part Manson...the part I love the most. You can't cry out...you can't admit the pain...none of you can. All of you must take it and suffer or risk losing what you hold more precios then anything else...victory. There you stand in a rign filled with men who ahve nothing to lose and you there in the path a rage. I'm looking forward to it...I wonder if you are.
(Jarod takes amoment to climb to anothe rone of the guard towers and once more he overlooks the fort)
Poe: You know the tragic thing is this place was built for war, but it never saw one. All that perperation was just that. Ah, but Ringlords...well that will ALL change. St. Paul is going to see it's very first battle...it's very first war. They will see what I already know...that war is bloody, violent and at many times senseless. That in the end only the winners are happy and the losers...well history doesn't write much about them. Nothing positive anyways. That's you future Mikey...that's the future for you and your team. It's not a pretty one and there's nothign pleasent about it...then again I wouldn't hav eit any other way. My only question is this Mikey...which one of you will it be. Who will cry out...who will be the link in the chain that we finally snap. I tell you what...<smiles> I sure hope it's you. See you soon Mikey...see you soon
(Jarod heads backdown the starway and contines to explore the grounds of the old fort. The camera turns back to close in on the American Flag still waving in the cool breeze)
<FTB>
(Fort Snelling stands pround once more guarding over the twin cities just as it did in the eighteen twenties. Long gone are the steamboates that brough visitors in it's time replacing them are now SUV's and station wagons filled with half interested children and father's wanting to set the history bug in thier children. Upon the rooftop of the round tower (the oldest of the buildings) stands our modern day leather clad warrior Jarod Poe. Above the American Flag blows in the cool breeze and he looks upward towards it witht he upmost respect. He slowly walks around in a circle sticking close to the guardrail as he survey's the layout of the old fort. He grips the railing as the wind kicks up and as the camera moves in for a close-up view of the Flag waving in the air only Jarod's voice can be heard)
Poe: How does one prepare for war? What goes through his mind...how Does he get into that mindset? How do you get the idea thta this could just very well be your last night on earth. Does the thought of lethal force upon your opponent bother you? What are the motives behind the men who have ordered you to fight? Are you the good soldier fighting for God and Country or are you just some expandable meat sack sent suckered in to do a dirty job. That's what war is a dirty job, but one that you must have the stomach to do, For without that and the men willing to do it...well freedom...freedom just does taste as sweet. In fact it's more of a hollow joke
(The camera now pans down to Jarod Poe standing at the base of the flagpole as the cool breeze continues it's blows his hair)
Poe: I think the first time I had any of these thought I was riding in on a chopper in some hell whole of a country, my rifle was armed, ready and we had a mission to carry-out. That night was a good one...other nights were not, but before every mission I remember one thing would always happen. They we would be hyped and ready to get going. Some two star would come in and run us up and down with the rules of engagemnt. (laughs) Here we are putting our lives on the line and they gives us rules to play by (shakes his head) It's as if we were kids in school and the teachers were going down a list of rules for fair play at recess. I mention this for it all came back when I heard Micheal Manson once again go on one of his tangents, but this time he spoke to me. You asked the questions Mikey and now you'll get the answers, but I doubt if you'll like them.
(Jarod slowly heads down the soiral staircase that leads to the inner goriund sof the old fort. Has his feet meet the stpes he continues to talk)
Poe: Mikey your delusions are quite good. You slappe dme around,,,I beleive it was the other way as the numerous times I dropped you on your head have clearly had some effect. show the earlier footage the one where you lost any respect a person should have for you. See I do decry your cheating for the simple fact is that at the time...well it was not in the rules of engagement. In war we have rules, so do we in wrestling...guess I'm just a good soldier. The difference between us is I'm not so desperate to win that I need to do it. After all I bet for a fact you'd be the first to cry foul when the tables are turned the other way. I mena look at the way you moan when beating fairly. I suppose we should all be thankful for your evil way...it at least keep you from talking too much. Yet it doesn't stop you from running your mouth about me...even though you silly lack of knowledge about me or my lifestyle is put clearly on display
(Jarod reaches the the bottom step and looks out on the sprawling ground of Fort Snelling)
Poe: Not everyone stoops to your level or needs to. It's more or less something that happens in your matches. I consider it now just your fallback for all thos eyears catching up to you. After all that is why you so want me to be your fanboy. Som when the game has passed you by you can look back and say...I made him. It's the only thing that makes any sense and I bet if you keep telling yourself it ove ran dover again...well by the time your in a rest home...it will all be true...grandpa. Ah, i can se it now you sitting there eating Pez telling everyone what a bad man you once were, but the truth will be known as you lay close to your death bed. Your not the tough guy or the scary man you pretend to be, just a coward who will lookfor anyway out. I guess in the end...I will be proven right.
(Jarod smiles at the camera as he heads in the direction of the old powder magazine)
Poe: Now let me clear a few thing up for you Mikey...just to get them out in the open. First of none of my piercings can be pulled off during a match. The eagle claws in the webbings of my hand will break under too much pressure and besides there is nothing else. Anything that could cause real damge I remove before a match. as for my tongue splicing...it in No way happens my breathing. You continue to go on and on abo the dangers of what I do, but the truth is those pex you chuck down your gullet in the long rin will cause alot mor ehealth problems (smiles) then anything I have done. You lack of understanding people who want to evolve themselves to more then just standard drones to your psychobabble grows quite old. However I give you credit for actually posing one small semi intelligent question?
(Jarod reaches the room wher eyears ago men would rush, guns in hand to load and prepare for wahtever attack might be forth coming. He pauses imaging men in thie rold fashioned uniform preparing for battle)
Poe: you tell me I'm in a match now where I will have to cheat and that's where you wrong. See Mikey...this is War Games...there are NO RULES!!! Unlike even when I had a gun in my hand and bad intentions in mind there we still rules to follow, but not here. Not in War Games. No inside the confines of that cage that cage I'm free to do whatever I want. I can inflict whatever bodily harm I want upon you wihtut the risk of a DQ. See Mikey...no hypocrite here. I'll leave that ball planted firnly in your court. It can stay there with all the other misunderstandings you have about me. However know this for sure. Inside that cage I'll hold back nothing. You have no idea the dark thoughts inside my mind Mikey. The line I'm willing to cross when you stand in that cage with me is nearly scary and best of all nothing can stop me. Nothing, but your cried to stop. ah, but here's the best part Manson...the part I love the most. You can't cry out...you can't admit the pain...none of you can. All of you must take it and suffer or risk losing what you hold more precios then anything else...victory. There you stand in a rign filled with men who ahve nothing to lose and you there in the path a rage. I'm looking forward to it...I wonder if you are.
(Jarod takes amoment to climb to anothe rone of the guard towers and once more he overlooks the fort)
Poe: You know the tragic thing is this place was built for war, but it never saw one. All that perperation was just that. Ah, but Ringlords...well that will ALL change. St. Paul is going to see it's very first battle...it's very first war. They will see what I already know...that war is bloody, violent and at many times senseless. That in the end only the winners are happy and the losers...well history doesn't write much about them. Nothing positive anyways. That's you future Mikey...that's the future for you and your team. It's not a pretty one and there's nothign pleasent about it...then again I wouldn't hav eit any other way. My only question is this Mikey...which one of you will it be. Who will cry out...who will be the link in the chain that we finally snap. I tell you what...<smiles> I sure hope it's you. See you soon Mikey...see you soon
(Jarod heads backdown the starway and contines to explore the grounds of the old fort. The camera turns back to close in on the American Flag still waving in the cool breeze)
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YinYangGuy
League Member
The Match Beyond PAIN!
(FADE IN: Jared Justice is sitting in a dimly lit room. CUE UP: "Just Barely Breathing" by Killswitch Engage.)
JARED JUSTICE: They call it War Games: The Match Beyond. Since when is war a game? Do the emotions and hatred of men constitute a game? Am I supposed to play to win? What will be my prize? Will I be able to take home movies of Michael Manson in traction at the hospital? Will I be given the opportunity to feed him steak and potatoes through a straw?? That would be quite a fitting prize for winning this game.
(Jared cracks his knuckles.)
JARED JUSTICE: Now everyone knows how much I hate Michael Manson. People like Anarky call it an obsession. I take it that he wishes that I spent more time focussing on him. He should be careful what he wishes for, because many of nightmares can begin with such a wish. Anarky, should I step into the cage with you before Manson. You will feel the brunt of my hatred. You will know the utter rage that consumes me. In the cage, there will be no place for you to run and hide. I'm sure that Manson would like nothing better than for me to spend all my energy on breaking every bone in your body. If that turns out to be the case, you'll be the perfectly played pawn in this seemingly never ending game of chess. I thing the funniest thing is hearing you talk and act like you are even in the same league with the likes of Maelstrom. I have known Maelstrom for many years and I know for a fact, that you posssess nowhere near the caliber of talent that it would take to beat him. Manson and the Unholy Alliance don't mind you believing it because as long as you do, you'll act as their pawn. The truth of the matter is, you are nothing more than an afterthought to most. Do you honestly believe that anyone on my team actually stays up nights worrying about if they are going have to start the match off against you? I know that I don't. In fact, I'd welcome it. I'd like nothing better than to burn you beyond recognition. Such a thing would weigh on the minds of most people, Manson wouldn't mind it though. In fact, if you were on fire, Manson would probably take out some marshmallows and roost them on you. Hell, I'd pay to see that.
(Jared laughs.)
JARED JUSTICE: Now, Kraven and Flatliner, I don't want the two of you to feel left out. Maelstrom and I recently defeated you in quite a battle. I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I also find it quite entertaining to think about the fact that you needed a few extra people to gain the upperhand after the match was over. It just proves beyond the shadow of a doubt, that you two are pretty inept for tag team champions. If I don't end up facing Manson or Anarky in this match, one or both of you together would suffice. Hell, bring Nevada Smith too. I know now, that the two of you need all the help you can get.
(Jared laughs again.)
JARED JUSTICE: They call it War Games: The Match Beyond....beyond what?? The pain??? The thought of the four of you sharing a hospital room certainly sounds like the match made in heaven....or hell to me.
(FADE OUT)
(FADE IN: Jared Justice is sitting in a dimly lit room. CUE UP: "Just Barely Breathing" by Killswitch Engage.)
JARED JUSTICE: They call it War Games: The Match Beyond. Since when is war a game? Do the emotions and hatred of men constitute a game? Am I supposed to play to win? What will be my prize? Will I be able to take home movies of Michael Manson in traction at the hospital? Will I be given the opportunity to feed him steak and potatoes through a straw?? That would be quite a fitting prize for winning this game.
(Jared cracks his knuckles.)
JARED JUSTICE: Now everyone knows how much I hate Michael Manson. People like Anarky call it an obsession. I take it that he wishes that I spent more time focussing on him. He should be careful what he wishes for, because many of nightmares can begin with such a wish. Anarky, should I step into the cage with you before Manson. You will feel the brunt of my hatred. You will know the utter rage that consumes me. In the cage, there will be no place for you to run and hide. I'm sure that Manson would like nothing better than for me to spend all my energy on breaking every bone in your body. If that turns out to be the case, you'll be the perfectly played pawn in this seemingly never ending game of chess. I thing the funniest thing is hearing you talk and act like you are even in the same league with the likes of Maelstrom. I have known Maelstrom for many years and I know for a fact, that you posssess nowhere near the caliber of talent that it would take to beat him. Manson and the Unholy Alliance don't mind you believing it because as long as you do, you'll act as their pawn. The truth of the matter is, you are nothing more than an afterthought to most. Do you honestly believe that anyone on my team actually stays up nights worrying about if they are going have to start the match off against you? I know that I don't. In fact, I'd welcome it. I'd like nothing better than to burn you beyond recognition. Such a thing would weigh on the minds of most people, Manson wouldn't mind it though. In fact, if you were on fire, Manson would probably take out some marshmallows and roost them on you. Hell, I'd pay to see that.
(Jared laughs.)
JARED JUSTICE: Now, Kraven and Flatliner, I don't want the two of you to feel left out. Maelstrom and I recently defeated you in quite a battle. I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I also find it quite entertaining to think about the fact that you needed a few extra people to gain the upperhand after the match was over. It just proves beyond the shadow of a doubt, that you two are pretty inept for tag team champions. If I don't end up facing Manson or Anarky in this match, one or both of you together would suffice. Hell, bring Nevada Smith too. I know now, that the two of you need all the help you can get.
(Jared laughs again.)
JARED JUSTICE: They call it War Games: The Match Beyond....beyond what?? The pain??? The thought of the four of you sharing a hospital room certainly sounds like the match made in heaven....or hell to me.
(FADE OUT)
SteveA
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(the screen comes in on a different setting this time, while it might be a refreshing change for some, but this time it doesn’t look like Jean Rabesque is in the mood for talking, in fact he’s working the bench pretty hard, an unidentified man spots his in the back, Rabesque finishes the rep that he’s on, parks the weight, looks up and notices the camera, giving a somewhat disgusted look in the process, he grabs a towel from a nearby table and wipes his face)
RABESQUE: You all don’t quit, do you?
(Rabesque takes a drink of water, and motions for the camera to follow him as he heads towards the locker room, he continues to speak as the cameras follow)
So what do you guys want this time? More juicy gossip? More of the same? Well, I guess no would be the time to get some of this stuff off my chest. I guess this time is as good as ever, right? So, where did I leave off the last time? Ah, yes, Tony spent a great deal of time asking about my opponents, but he never touched the idea of me talking about my partners, so that sounds like an appealing way to start this off. Come on in.....
(Rabesque enters his locker room, the cameras follow him, he begins unlacing his boots at a bench while speaking)
First off, there’s Maelstrom. Now, what really can I say? What the hell has this guy not done? (chuckles) Well, of course, except for beating me. the man is a beast, and is a man that I am very thankful to have on my team. Many people continue to think that there’s going to be some kind of tension between the two of us because of the pending Great Lakes Title match. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Mael and I are professionals, and as sad as it might be to say he’s the closest thing I have to an ally right now. I’m willing to let things be for the good of the team. Are Maelstrom and I ever going to be good buddies? No way in hell, but we have definitely reached an understanding.
Then, Poe.. Jarod, I had my doubts, you’re proving me wrong. Again, you’re never going to be my buddy. We’re never going to pals, but you’re earning your stripes from me kid. I know you’ll claim that that doesn’t mean much, and it might not, but in the past few weeks, you’ve grown to become a person that I can almost respect. You say the right things, and we went to battle together. Now, I know things didn’t end up like we wanted, and I know Manson cheated like hell to get the job done, but I knew all along in that much, that you had my back. Hopefully, you felt the same. Now, I also do have to give you a little more credit. You see, I’ve been doing my best to sum up words to describe Michael Manson. I’ve been trying, I’ve been deliberating, but the only words I can consistently ever come up with are, “YOU SUCK!” That is, of course, because he does, and you finally were able to much more eloquently describe the exact feelings I have towards that OVERRATED piece of crap. So for that, I say....... thank you.
And then there’s the fourth member of this team, the man who has finally decided to come out of his shell and speak out, and of course I’m speaking of you Justice. (chuckles) Dude, you scare the living hell out of me. I got to be honest, you absolutely give me the willies. But, in that case, I guess it’s a hell of a lot better to have you on my team than to be going head to head against you. I don’t what you’re going to do, and I’m not even sure that you know what you’re going to do, but as long as you’re not coming after me with a blowtorch, I think we’ll get along famously. Hell, if you want some help blowing Manson’s face off, let me know, I definitely got your back dude.
(Rabesque, who now has removed his boots, stops and takes another drink of water, he now relaxes against his locker and continues to speak)
And now, we get the follies of..... “The Other Team.” First off, ‘Nark, get over yourself man. Whatever high horse you’re on, it’s going to be a hell of a lot of fun knocking you off. Illusion of morality? Is that what this is? Just because I have enough TALENT to play the rules, that somehow makes me less of a man? But again, I ask you the same question that I asked previously. How is your way of doing things going to benefit you in this match? There are no rules! You can’t cheat! How do you plan on winning? Because when everyone else might decide to play by your rules, what are you going to do then? And we’ve already established that hitting guys in the back of their head with a chair and pinning them is about the only way you get anything accomplished, so who are you going to get to submit? And for a guy that cares so little about winning, to the point where you only care about inflicting pain, or so you say, you sure spent a good deal of time talking about how Jarod and I “learned to play the game.” Really? How’s that ‘Nark? You sure as hell didn’t hurt me. I walked away from the match unscathed. I never felt any of this blood lust. You weren’t able to knock me out. So I’ll ask again, what exactly do you teach me? What lesson did I learn? Spare me the crap ‘Nark, there is no answer.
And then, UA, what more do I have to say to you? You guys might be complaining about the rambling that I do, but what the hell do you call the crap that comes out of your mouthpiece JC? Is that any different? Ramble after ramble guys. Why don’t the two of you finally kick him to the curb and really come, as you say..... full circle? And not only that, but you think Justice and Poe are just along for the ride? Paying for our sins? (chuckles) Do you really think we had any trouble finding someone to take those spots? With all the enemies the four of you have made, do you really think that was difficult? No, guys, get that one out of your head right now.
But, what did it even more for me was my good buddy Flatliner. Always come up short for your midcard title, eh Flats? How many times do I have to mention it? I made you tap, PERIOD. Once a quitter, always a quitter Flats. So, I think this might be the time for you to back away from the microphone because as long as I have that over your head, you have ZERO ammunition. Why you say? It’s all about that Flats. It’s all about the submission. And between the eight men in this match, I know of exactly ONE man that has EVER tapped out in a match. I mentioned the bull’s eye last time. Every time you open your mouth, Flats, it just gets larger.
And finally, that brings us to one Michael Manson. Poe already basically said everything that I wanted to throw out earlier, but allow me to add something to the list. Hanging with the referees, eh? Paying them off, slipping them a little money in the pocket? Go for it Mikey, because it’s your only chance. You trying to get a false submission? You trying to get them to ignore the inevitable tapping that will be coming from your side? What is it Mike? Because if there was one thing that I learned from having to watch that painful crap that you call an interview it was that. You have NO OTHER CHANCE. So, go ahead, work the bias, work whatever other angle you might have. It actually might make this interesting. Going through a crooked referee might be the ONLY thing that makes this whole ordeal a straight-up, fair contest. Everything else is against you. Whether it’s your lack of charisma, lack of wrestling talent, and to be honest with you, lack of discernable good looks, you really have NOTHING. But hey, you have Pez, so I guess that’s a start, right? Right.
Boys, I really think your efforts are cute. You’re trying to put up a fight, and I guess that’s admirable, too bad it really is all for nothing. The better team will win, and no cheating will change that. So you can either accept that, or get run over by the train when it hits. The choice is yours. I know that at least two of you definitely aren’t smart enough to make the right choice. For the other two of you (smiles and winks), we’ll just have to wait and see. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out as Rabesque heads to the shower)
(the screen comes in on a different setting this time, while it might be a refreshing change for some, but this time it doesn’t look like Jean Rabesque is in the mood for talking, in fact he’s working the bench pretty hard, an unidentified man spots his in the back, Rabesque finishes the rep that he’s on, parks the weight, looks up and notices the camera, giving a somewhat disgusted look in the process, he grabs a towel from a nearby table and wipes his face)
RABESQUE: You all don’t quit, do you?
(Rabesque takes a drink of water, and motions for the camera to follow him as he heads towards the locker room, he continues to speak as the cameras follow)
So what do you guys want this time? More juicy gossip? More of the same? Well, I guess no would be the time to get some of this stuff off my chest. I guess this time is as good as ever, right? So, where did I leave off the last time? Ah, yes, Tony spent a great deal of time asking about my opponents, but he never touched the idea of me talking about my partners, so that sounds like an appealing way to start this off. Come on in.....
(Rabesque enters his locker room, the cameras follow him, he begins unlacing his boots at a bench while speaking)
First off, there’s Maelstrom. Now, what really can I say? What the hell has this guy not done? (chuckles) Well, of course, except for beating me. the man is a beast, and is a man that I am very thankful to have on my team. Many people continue to think that there’s going to be some kind of tension between the two of us because of the pending Great Lakes Title match. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Mael and I are professionals, and as sad as it might be to say he’s the closest thing I have to an ally right now. I’m willing to let things be for the good of the team. Are Maelstrom and I ever going to be good buddies? No way in hell, but we have definitely reached an understanding.
Then, Poe.. Jarod, I had my doubts, you’re proving me wrong. Again, you’re never going to be my buddy. We’re never going to pals, but you’re earning your stripes from me kid. I know you’ll claim that that doesn’t mean much, and it might not, but in the past few weeks, you’ve grown to become a person that I can almost respect. You say the right things, and we went to battle together. Now, I know things didn’t end up like we wanted, and I know Manson cheated like hell to get the job done, but I knew all along in that much, that you had my back. Hopefully, you felt the same. Now, I also do have to give you a little more credit. You see, I’ve been doing my best to sum up words to describe Michael Manson. I’ve been trying, I’ve been deliberating, but the only words I can consistently ever come up with are, “YOU SUCK!” That is, of course, because he does, and you finally were able to much more eloquently describe the exact feelings I have towards that OVERRATED piece of crap. So for that, I say....... thank you.
And then there’s the fourth member of this team, the man who has finally decided to come out of his shell and speak out, and of course I’m speaking of you Justice. (chuckles) Dude, you scare the living hell out of me. I got to be honest, you absolutely give me the willies. But, in that case, I guess it’s a hell of a lot better to have you on my team than to be going head to head against you. I don’t what you’re going to do, and I’m not even sure that you know what you’re going to do, but as long as you’re not coming after me with a blowtorch, I think we’ll get along famously. Hell, if you want some help blowing Manson’s face off, let me know, I definitely got your back dude.
(Rabesque, who now has removed his boots, stops and takes another drink of water, he now relaxes against his locker and continues to speak)
And now, we get the follies of..... “The Other Team.” First off, ‘Nark, get over yourself man. Whatever high horse you’re on, it’s going to be a hell of a lot of fun knocking you off. Illusion of morality? Is that what this is? Just because I have enough TALENT to play the rules, that somehow makes me less of a man? But again, I ask you the same question that I asked previously. How is your way of doing things going to benefit you in this match? There are no rules! You can’t cheat! How do you plan on winning? Because when everyone else might decide to play by your rules, what are you going to do then? And we’ve already established that hitting guys in the back of their head with a chair and pinning them is about the only way you get anything accomplished, so who are you going to get to submit? And for a guy that cares so little about winning, to the point where you only care about inflicting pain, or so you say, you sure spent a good deal of time talking about how Jarod and I “learned to play the game.” Really? How’s that ‘Nark? You sure as hell didn’t hurt me. I walked away from the match unscathed. I never felt any of this blood lust. You weren’t able to knock me out. So I’ll ask again, what exactly do you teach me? What lesson did I learn? Spare me the crap ‘Nark, there is no answer.
And then, UA, what more do I have to say to you? You guys might be complaining about the rambling that I do, but what the hell do you call the crap that comes out of your mouthpiece JC? Is that any different? Ramble after ramble guys. Why don’t the two of you finally kick him to the curb and really come, as you say..... full circle? And not only that, but you think Justice and Poe are just along for the ride? Paying for our sins? (chuckles) Do you really think we had any trouble finding someone to take those spots? With all the enemies the four of you have made, do you really think that was difficult? No, guys, get that one out of your head right now.
But, what did it even more for me was my good buddy Flatliner. Always come up short for your midcard title, eh Flats? How many times do I have to mention it? I made you tap, PERIOD. Once a quitter, always a quitter Flats. So, I think this might be the time for you to back away from the microphone because as long as I have that over your head, you have ZERO ammunition. Why you say? It’s all about that Flats. It’s all about the submission. And between the eight men in this match, I know of exactly ONE man that has EVER tapped out in a match. I mentioned the bull’s eye last time. Every time you open your mouth, Flats, it just gets larger.
And finally, that brings us to one Michael Manson. Poe already basically said everything that I wanted to throw out earlier, but allow me to add something to the list. Hanging with the referees, eh? Paying them off, slipping them a little money in the pocket? Go for it Mikey, because it’s your only chance. You trying to get a false submission? You trying to get them to ignore the inevitable tapping that will be coming from your side? What is it Mike? Because if there was one thing that I learned from having to watch that painful crap that you call an interview it was that. You have NO OTHER CHANCE. So, go ahead, work the bias, work whatever other angle you might have. It actually might make this interesting. Going through a crooked referee might be the ONLY thing that makes this whole ordeal a straight-up, fair contest. Everything else is against you. Whether it’s your lack of charisma, lack of wrestling talent, and to be honest with you, lack of discernable good looks, you really have NOTHING. But hey, you have Pez, so I guess that’s a start, right? Right.
Boys, I really think your efforts are cute. You’re trying to put up a fight, and I guess that’s admirable, too bad it really is all for nothing. The better team will win, and no cheating will change that. So you can either accept that, or get run over by the train when it hits. The choice is yours. I know that at least two of you definitely aren’t smart enough to make the right choice. For the other two of you (smiles and winks), we’ll just have to wait and see. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out as Rabesque heads to the shower)
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I am special
((FADEIN: Michael Manson, in black jeans and long-sleeved shirt, sits on a black leather couch with a glass coffee table in front of him. A painting of a European castle done in black and white hangs on the wall behind him. On the table is an open edition of “The Once and Future King” and a coffee latte.))
MANSON: Concerning my and friends and yours, the referees..of course we get on. Unlike the likes of my opponents here, the rest of us at GLCW are like one happy family. If you have problems concerning the referees, you should probably take it up with them, or the commissioner who employs them. And if you think they come off as perhaps..crooked….then consider for a moment that that is preferable to coming off as incompetent.
Nevertheless, I am glad to see that Jean Rabesque is consistent. Already lined up his excuse. After all, can’t be him that fails, no..it has to be the referees. Maybe you haven’t been paying attention, Jean, but essentially your team are the four stupidest men on the roster. Let’s consider…
You Rabesque going on and on about making me tap and such….whereas if you ever actually paid attention to anything I do…you would know that I have in fact never submitted in any fashion. Of equal importance is the fact that I am somewhat of a masochist/sadist..I simply don’t wear imprinted (literally) on my head like Poe. In fact, the last time you were in a cage with me I just killed you and won using your own move. Now the figure four isn’t exactly the most complicated of techniques, I could be blind and drunk and still do it, but I know that still bothers you. While I already know I won’t be submitting in any form, do look forward to trying everything possible to get it done. You do want to regain whatever vestige of manhood you have left. There’s the number one contendership you’re so proud of….of course no one actually believes you should have it, but here’s your futile chance to prove them all wrong. But just remember, if you should put a submission hold on, my laughter does indicate you should try something else.
Speaking of people trying new things, it appears that when I dragged Jared Wells out of the gutter, he brought Jared Justice with him since he has finally broken his silence to the delight of everyone. And he’s still going on and on about me. Not that I blame him, but he had his chance. He had his match, with no rules, and I proceeded to beat him like he was my ex-wife. Given how you keep failing at doing whatever to me, Jared, have you considered someone far stupider than you, so that you might have a chance? I know it would be hard, but look at your own teammates. After all, I did tell you how to win. You probably took it as a joke, but hey, last week there I was just about drowning Maelstrom.
I realize your bravado is mostly to save face. Let’s face it, the only reason you’re obsessed, why anyone is for that matter, is your continual failures. I already know you’re not going to burn, maim, dismember me…and you know it. You had weeks, months to plan….and it was all for nothing. If you actually going to carry through on any of your threats, I wouldn’t even be in the match. Instead, I’m the constant reminder of your impotence. My suggestion? Get over it…cultivate a garden….write the great American novel…because right now…you’re going nowhere. The only reason you’re even in the match is because you once tag teamed with Maelstrom. You also don’t like me, but that line’s going around the block. So far the only highlight of your GLCW career is that I slapped you around like an orphan. You know what this makes you? The fall guy…..the one who submit to the ultimate girlish tap-out. It’s the only real reason you’re here.
((Manson stops and sips his latte.))
Ah, other Jarod, Poe of course, still going on and on. As much as I enjoy morality debates, just let me point the fact that I kick your ass on a fairly regular basis. Rules…no rules….what’s the real difference? You want to call me delusional and whatnot..that’s great coming from the man slowly transforming himself into a lizard. But I’m not one to judge. I can advise though, such as you could point out that I should be at more of a disadvantage in a match with no rules since I’m often able to contort to my will. I still beat your teammate in that sort of match, but I thought I’d throw you something.
At the very least, I don’t expect this Jarod to tap out. Not with all the alterations to his body. I also figure he’s had a lot of painful dental work, but I have yet to check this conclusion. No, he won’t submit. But therein lies the enjoyment. 4 complete and utters sadist grinding this guy into steel for half an hour. I mean, that’s the price of admission right there. It’s not like anyone expects this guy to win or anything, so he has to have some use. Might as well be for the enjoyment of the sick and depraved everywhere. In fact, I’d say you already are Poe. Your continual voluntary self-deformity…..all we’d be doing is finishing what you started.
((Manson places down his latte, marks his place in the book and shuts it.))
And now Maelstrom, who has recently said I was charismatic. Well, as long as you say so. After all, if I’m ever to get that cult started to approve paying taxes, I better be. Unlike the others, you actually a win over me due to default more than anything else. There was of course the weeks previous when I continually assaulted you and the tag match where you went down, but I’m sure you’ll ignore that. More convenient that way. You’ll call it a cowardly attack or something. Really if I want to humiliate you, I’d lure you into a debate about the American economy.
But back to the matter at hand, like Rabesque, you like to say I’m not good in the ring, I can only be the most entertaining man since Johnny Carson. Of course you’re wrong since I still dominate this promotion, but like your teammates, you have to save face. Though, I am sorry that I cannot help that you aren’t as good a champion as I was…that you can’t have the entire promotion wanting the title just because you have it. No, that is what makes me feel special.
After all, other than hanging out with Tony Ross all the time, your team has one thing in common. You would all like to see me end. Which, considering our noble and enlightened commissioner, probably is not coincidence. You’ll all fail, but hey, maybe he’ll give you credit for trying. If I had really known how inept a champion you would have been, I might have just lay there and let you pin me because that’s a much more efficient way of dealing with you. But you don’t care about anything, anyone, etc. Well, you certainly have proven that.
Actually, given the amount of time he spends with all of you, I half expect to see Tony Ross tagging in with the rest of you. Which would probably work out for the best, since he can be your sacrificial lamb and excuse when you all fail once again. I already know the point to the match is me, it’s not arrogance, simply statement of fact. The ambition of a foolish commissioner, but it’s not like I don’t keep warning all of you.
((FADEIN: Michael Manson, in black jeans and long-sleeved shirt, sits on a black leather couch with a glass coffee table in front of him. A painting of a European castle done in black and white hangs on the wall behind him. On the table is an open edition of “The Once and Future King” and a coffee latte.))
MANSON: Concerning my and friends and yours, the referees..of course we get on. Unlike the likes of my opponents here, the rest of us at GLCW are like one happy family. If you have problems concerning the referees, you should probably take it up with them, or the commissioner who employs them. And if you think they come off as perhaps..crooked….then consider for a moment that that is preferable to coming off as incompetent.
Nevertheless, I am glad to see that Jean Rabesque is consistent. Already lined up his excuse. After all, can’t be him that fails, no..it has to be the referees. Maybe you haven’t been paying attention, Jean, but essentially your team are the four stupidest men on the roster. Let’s consider…
You Rabesque going on and on about making me tap and such….whereas if you ever actually paid attention to anything I do…you would know that I have in fact never submitted in any fashion. Of equal importance is the fact that I am somewhat of a masochist/sadist..I simply don’t wear imprinted (literally) on my head like Poe. In fact, the last time you were in a cage with me I just killed you and won using your own move. Now the figure four isn’t exactly the most complicated of techniques, I could be blind and drunk and still do it, but I know that still bothers you. While I already know I won’t be submitting in any form, do look forward to trying everything possible to get it done. You do want to regain whatever vestige of manhood you have left. There’s the number one contendership you’re so proud of….of course no one actually believes you should have it, but here’s your futile chance to prove them all wrong. But just remember, if you should put a submission hold on, my laughter does indicate you should try something else.
Speaking of people trying new things, it appears that when I dragged Jared Wells out of the gutter, he brought Jared Justice with him since he has finally broken his silence to the delight of everyone. And he’s still going on and on about me. Not that I blame him, but he had his chance. He had his match, with no rules, and I proceeded to beat him like he was my ex-wife. Given how you keep failing at doing whatever to me, Jared, have you considered someone far stupider than you, so that you might have a chance? I know it would be hard, but look at your own teammates. After all, I did tell you how to win. You probably took it as a joke, but hey, last week there I was just about drowning Maelstrom.
I realize your bravado is mostly to save face. Let’s face it, the only reason you’re obsessed, why anyone is for that matter, is your continual failures. I already know you’re not going to burn, maim, dismember me…and you know it. You had weeks, months to plan….and it was all for nothing. If you actually going to carry through on any of your threats, I wouldn’t even be in the match. Instead, I’m the constant reminder of your impotence. My suggestion? Get over it…cultivate a garden….write the great American novel…because right now…you’re going nowhere. The only reason you’re even in the match is because you once tag teamed with Maelstrom. You also don’t like me, but that line’s going around the block. So far the only highlight of your GLCW career is that I slapped you around like an orphan. You know what this makes you? The fall guy…..the one who submit to the ultimate girlish tap-out. It’s the only real reason you’re here.
((Manson stops and sips his latte.))
Ah, other Jarod, Poe of course, still going on and on. As much as I enjoy morality debates, just let me point the fact that I kick your ass on a fairly regular basis. Rules…no rules….what’s the real difference? You want to call me delusional and whatnot..that’s great coming from the man slowly transforming himself into a lizard. But I’m not one to judge. I can advise though, such as you could point out that I should be at more of a disadvantage in a match with no rules since I’m often able to contort to my will. I still beat your teammate in that sort of match, but I thought I’d throw you something.
At the very least, I don’t expect this Jarod to tap out. Not with all the alterations to his body. I also figure he’s had a lot of painful dental work, but I have yet to check this conclusion. No, he won’t submit. But therein lies the enjoyment. 4 complete and utters sadist grinding this guy into steel for half an hour. I mean, that’s the price of admission right there. It’s not like anyone expects this guy to win or anything, so he has to have some use. Might as well be for the enjoyment of the sick and depraved everywhere. In fact, I’d say you already are Poe. Your continual voluntary self-deformity…..all we’d be doing is finishing what you started.
((Manson places down his latte, marks his place in the book and shuts it.))
And now Maelstrom, who has recently said I was charismatic. Well, as long as you say so. After all, if I’m ever to get that cult started to approve paying taxes, I better be. Unlike the others, you actually a win over me due to default more than anything else. There was of course the weeks previous when I continually assaulted you and the tag match where you went down, but I’m sure you’ll ignore that. More convenient that way. You’ll call it a cowardly attack or something. Really if I want to humiliate you, I’d lure you into a debate about the American economy.
But back to the matter at hand, like Rabesque, you like to say I’m not good in the ring, I can only be the most entertaining man since Johnny Carson. Of course you’re wrong since I still dominate this promotion, but like your teammates, you have to save face. Though, I am sorry that I cannot help that you aren’t as good a champion as I was…that you can’t have the entire promotion wanting the title just because you have it. No, that is what makes me feel special.
After all, other than hanging out with Tony Ross all the time, your team has one thing in common. You would all like to see me end. Which, considering our noble and enlightened commissioner, probably is not coincidence. You’ll all fail, but hey, maybe he’ll give you credit for trying. If I had really known how inept a champion you would have been, I might have just lay there and let you pin me because that’s a much more efficient way of dealing with you. But you don’t care about anything, anyone, etc. Well, you certainly have proven that.
Actually, given the amount of time he spends with all of you, I half expect to see Tony Ross tagging in with the rest of you. Which would probably work out for the best, since he can be your sacrificial lamb and excuse when you all fail once again. I already know the point to the match is me, it’s not arrogance, simply statement of fact. The ambition of a foolish commissioner, but it’s not like I don’t keep warning all of you.
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Beyond Right or Wrong
(FADEIN to the tranquil scene of a state park, one of many in Connecticut. Anarky sits, wearing a red t-shirt and jeans, on a park bench. He's holding a bag of bread and ripping off small pieces and throwing them to the ducks that bravely wander up from the pond below.)
ANARKY: "Honor. Virtue. Ability. These are the things my opponents would have you believe they have. Jean Rabesque would have you believe that he is, indeed, the greatest wrestler in the world. Jarod Poe would have you believe that he is the Torture King, and beyond any pain you could give him. Jared Justice would have you believe that not only is he highly unstable, but highly dangerous. And, of course, Maelstrom, who weaves his web of lies and misleads his followers with false logic and presumptions.
"Yet they are all guilty of something. Do not let their words fool you. The only virtues they hold are deceipt and dishonor. I, at least, have my truth. I am a monster. I hold nothing to be true or right or just. I find no honor or glory in this world. My brief moments of peace come only at the misery of others, and yet, even in this self-contained truth, I can find nothing."
(He pauses for a moment and lowers his hand to one of the ducks, who reaches up with his neck and eats a piece of bread right out of his hand.)
ANARKY: "Jean... let me begin with you, because you speak so confidently of your own ability while lecturing me on my own. My question for you is... who gave you the right? Who made you the judge of my abilities and character? You condemn me for my own egomania... and yet you praise Maelstrom as if he had created the Heavens and the Earth in a mere seven days. You talk about high horses with one of your faces and then proceed to call yourself the... and let me quote you here... best damn wrestler in the world. What, oh what, gave you that distinction? A good won-loss record? Certainly, Maelstrom and I have equally, if not greater, records. Is it the common opinion of your peers? Even you couldn't make that argument. So, we can assume that your entire premise is based solely on your own opinion.
"As for the rest of your inquiries, I find myself so puzzled by listening to you that I don't know where to begin. How does my ability to cheat help me? Well let me think about this, Jean. One of us is an expert in wrestling maneuvers and technical prowess. And one of us is an expert in dragging and clawing his way to painful victory, no matter the cost. And who do you think is going to succeed in a cage? Do you think that, just because you know a few good moves, that you can make me submit? Where on my resume does it say 'easily susceptible to submission maneuvers.' In fact, why don't you go ahead and tell me the last time I submitted? You clearly don't think I have the ability to beat you despite that fact that, in our ONLY meeting, I beat you, and worse yet, I did it without CHEATING... and you know what? It still makes me smile. You think I've lost a step, I know. Well you said the same thing then. And even if I beat you within an inch of your life and left you for dead, you'd find a way to justify it. Your kind always does."
(He stops feeding the ducks for a moment and watches as a young couple walks by, holding hands. He observes them casually, without emotion, and lets them walk away before he speaks again.)
ANARKY: "Jared Justice... seeing as how you made a point to address me in your busy schedule of psyching yourself up in the mirror and setting fire to Michael Manson effigies... you can have the glory of my attention next. Tell me, Jared, am I supposed to be afraid of you? I mean, we DID just fight, right? And, if I remember correctly, I DID win, right? Oh, sure, I'm sure you'll tell me that it wasn't CLEAN. I'm sure you'll tell me I just made a COWARD of myself, and you know what, that's fine. Because here I am. I got into the ring with Jared Justice and I lived to tell about it. Maybe I should get a t-shirt, hm? Do you think people would be impressed by that? No, Jared... I am not afraid. In fact, I pray every night that I get into this match first, just to show the entire world... that the reign of Anarky isn't limited to chairs and nutshots... but that I have MASTERED the sweet artistry of pain, and I intend to show the world all about it.
"Then we have the Torture King, Jarod Poe. You know, as much as I would love to berrate you and tell everyone how you don't belong here, I won't lie. You're the only man who isn't on my team who I have even an ounce of respect for. Yet you fall into the same trap as your comrades. You believe that there is an inherent goodness in your ability to win matches based on an arbitrary set of rules set forth by people who have long since died. There was a time when these rules had a place in our wars... but it isn't this time. In that case, there ARE no rules, and who do you think that favors? Those who spent their entire lives making sure to follow the rules? Or those who have spent their time pushing beyond the boundaries of decency and honor into something far more horrifying?"
(He stands up and drops the rest of the bread. The ducks swarm around it, pushing each other out of the way and fighting for a big piece of bread. One little duck is left out of the vicious circle, unable to get any food as the others selfishly grab all they can and run away. After a few moments, all of the bread is gone and the little duck quacks to the others, hoping for a little piece of bread. Anarky shakes his head and walks the other way, towards a small stream. He stops and pauses, squatting down and running his hand through the stream.)
ANARKY: "In this world of chaos... the only justice and honor is that which we invent. What you see as right is alien to animals. They do not concern themselves with greatness or ability. They simply fight for themselves and their own greed.
"Which, of course, leads me to you, Maelstrom. Long have I watched as you have manhandled your competition. You run circles around them, logically and literally, and what's left is usually a hollow shell of a wrestler, whose own defeatist is usually his own undoing. I have gone to great lengths to advise you... that I am not like them. And yet, I should have known before I even began how fruitless my efforts would be. You misinterpret everything I say and twist it around, as you have always done. You convince the whole world that you are right and I am wrong, and yet you rarely address anything I say with clarity or reason.
"So, Maelstrom, let me... defend myself, so to speak, not so much for my need to be defended, but for your own good. You see, you WILL learn one way or another, but I'm giving you a chance now. I'm letting you see every side of the story before you commit yourself to a losing cause. You say that I'm backpeddling... but I don't remember that. You think that, because I decided not to further illustrate my superiority to someone like Larry Tact, that I must have admitted I was wrong. And yet all of this from the man who, quite rightly so, brought up the questionable politics involved in my stay in WWL. Up until now, I didn't feel compelled to address it, and even now, I refuse to allow responsibility to slip from my grasp and into the dreadful world of politics. But you DID make a valid point, Mael, whether you know it or not. I will not accuse anyone of anything, but it is certainly my right to leave when I feel that a situation is going to go from bad to worse. I am not afraid of losing, either before or after, but I could not stay in a place where everything I said or did was turned against me, both by my peers and my bosses.
"With that out of the way, Mael, if I can call you that, let me address the points which you hold so dear to your heart. Yes, cheating is only cheating if you get caught. I did say that, and it is true. After all, what is ability but the skill of manipulating the current situation into your favor? Or, let met ask you another question: why is it okay to break the rules just a little, if it's in your favor, but when I do it, it's called taking the coward's way out? Just the other day I was watching a tape of you, and do you know what you did? You chokeslammed Kraven. But choking is against the rules, isn't it? Which begs the question... do you even have any ability? Why couldn't you just play by the rules? You must be some kind of coward, bending the rules to your will just to prove that you're the better man, hm?
"You see, Maelstrom, you might think I'm a hypocrite, but unlike you, I have never gone back on what I said. I don't condemn other people as cowards and then cheat to win. You think I showed you a clip of me winning my first title to impress you? No, Mael... I just showed you, and more specifically, Jean, that so that you can see that, from the blood-soaked days of the infancy of my career to now... I have always been a man who will do WHATEVER it takes. And I know you don't like it. And I don't care. I never have. I never will. You'll shake my hand if I beat you, Mael? Well sweet God, with that and a dollar I can get a coffee, thank you.
"Finally, Mael... let me point out yet another hole in your endless sea of false logic. You claim that, when wrestling by the rules, which, I remind you, you don't do... promotes true ability... while cheating... exposes the lack of ability. And what is ability, Mael? Is it strength? Size? A keen knowledge of wrestling maneuvers? The ability to chokeslam wrestlers and get away with it simply because you are popular? But ability cannot be... taking advantage of short-sighted referees to get the pin. It can't be grabbing a handful of tights to give you that extra split second. Or popping a few pills of 'roids, hm? Indeed, Mael, how can I be so sure that you aren't cheating yourself?
"No, Mael... you haven't gotten under my skin. You simply annoy me. Not because you are so obviously wrong and, worse yet, a fool, but that you have the entire world convinced that you're some kind of unbeatable monster. You claim that you're not an egomaniac, but I can't go five minutes without hearing about your win-loss record of how so VERY FEW have taken advantage and beaten you.
"Well I am one of the few... I am one of the unique in this world of <BLEEP>... and if you can't respect that... if you can't understand that I AM... more dangerous... than ANYONE you have faced... and that I CAN beat you on ANY GIVEN NIGHT... well then you've already lost. Because you've lost all sight of reality. You don't know the difference between reality and the garbage streaming from your mouth, and it's not surprising, because you've got three other guys kissing your ass all the time, right?"
(He stands up and turns his back to the camera, looking up into the sky.)
ANARKY: "Indeed... the only thing we've learned... is that I'm the only one who cares about the truth. The rest of you can condemn yourselves to a life of constantly seeking glory you don't deserve and meaningless titles that you can put in your trophy case so you can intimidate people who are smaller, or weaker, or stupider than you. But I will be their vengeance. I will be the one who rises up and extracts revenge for those who cannot do it themselves. For every dream you shatter... for every lie you speak... for every denial you hold as a truth... for those I will strike, and then you will know suffering and pain as I have known.
"And THEN... you will know ANARKY... "
(FADEOUT.)
(FADEIN to the tranquil scene of a state park, one of many in Connecticut. Anarky sits, wearing a red t-shirt and jeans, on a park bench. He's holding a bag of bread and ripping off small pieces and throwing them to the ducks that bravely wander up from the pond below.)
ANARKY: "Honor. Virtue. Ability. These are the things my opponents would have you believe they have. Jean Rabesque would have you believe that he is, indeed, the greatest wrestler in the world. Jarod Poe would have you believe that he is the Torture King, and beyond any pain you could give him. Jared Justice would have you believe that not only is he highly unstable, but highly dangerous. And, of course, Maelstrom, who weaves his web of lies and misleads his followers with false logic and presumptions.
"Yet they are all guilty of something. Do not let their words fool you. The only virtues they hold are deceipt and dishonor. I, at least, have my truth. I am a monster. I hold nothing to be true or right or just. I find no honor or glory in this world. My brief moments of peace come only at the misery of others, and yet, even in this self-contained truth, I can find nothing."
(He pauses for a moment and lowers his hand to one of the ducks, who reaches up with his neck and eats a piece of bread right out of his hand.)
ANARKY: "Jean... let me begin with you, because you speak so confidently of your own ability while lecturing me on my own. My question for you is... who gave you the right? Who made you the judge of my abilities and character? You condemn me for my own egomania... and yet you praise Maelstrom as if he had created the Heavens and the Earth in a mere seven days. You talk about high horses with one of your faces and then proceed to call yourself the... and let me quote you here... best damn wrestler in the world. What, oh what, gave you that distinction? A good won-loss record? Certainly, Maelstrom and I have equally, if not greater, records. Is it the common opinion of your peers? Even you couldn't make that argument. So, we can assume that your entire premise is based solely on your own opinion.
"As for the rest of your inquiries, I find myself so puzzled by listening to you that I don't know where to begin. How does my ability to cheat help me? Well let me think about this, Jean. One of us is an expert in wrestling maneuvers and technical prowess. And one of us is an expert in dragging and clawing his way to painful victory, no matter the cost. And who do you think is going to succeed in a cage? Do you think that, just because you know a few good moves, that you can make me submit? Where on my resume does it say 'easily susceptible to submission maneuvers.' In fact, why don't you go ahead and tell me the last time I submitted? You clearly don't think I have the ability to beat you despite that fact that, in our ONLY meeting, I beat you, and worse yet, I did it without CHEATING... and you know what? It still makes me smile. You think I've lost a step, I know. Well you said the same thing then. And even if I beat you within an inch of your life and left you for dead, you'd find a way to justify it. Your kind always does."
(He stops feeding the ducks for a moment and watches as a young couple walks by, holding hands. He observes them casually, without emotion, and lets them walk away before he speaks again.)
ANARKY: "Jared Justice... seeing as how you made a point to address me in your busy schedule of psyching yourself up in the mirror and setting fire to Michael Manson effigies... you can have the glory of my attention next. Tell me, Jared, am I supposed to be afraid of you? I mean, we DID just fight, right? And, if I remember correctly, I DID win, right? Oh, sure, I'm sure you'll tell me that it wasn't CLEAN. I'm sure you'll tell me I just made a COWARD of myself, and you know what, that's fine. Because here I am. I got into the ring with Jared Justice and I lived to tell about it. Maybe I should get a t-shirt, hm? Do you think people would be impressed by that? No, Jared... I am not afraid. In fact, I pray every night that I get into this match first, just to show the entire world... that the reign of Anarky isn't limited to chairs and nutshots... but that I have MASTERED the sweet artistry of pain, and I intend to show the world all about it.
"Then we have the Torture King, Jarod Poe. You know, as much as I would love to berrate you and tell everyone how you don't belong here, I won't lie. You're the only man who isn't on my team who I have even an ounce of respect for. Yet you fall into the same trap as your comrades. You believe that there is an inherent goodness in your ability to win matches based on an arbitrary set of rules set forth by people who have long since died. There was a time when these rules had a place in our wars... but it isn't this time. In that case, there ARE no rules, and who do you think that favors? Those who spent their entire lives making sure to follow the rules? Or those who have spent their time pushing beyond the boundaries of decency and honor into something far more horrifying?"
(He stands up and drops the rest of the bread. The ducks swarm around it, pushing each other out of the way and fighting for a big piece of bread. One little duck is left out of the vicious circle, unable to get any food as the others selfishly grab all they can and run away. After a few moments, all of the bread is gone and the little duck quacks to the others, hoping for a little piece of bread. Anarky shakes his head and walks the other way, towards a small stream. He stops and pauses, squatting down and running his hand through the stream.)
ANARKY: "In this world of chaos... the only justice and honor is that which we invent. What you see as right is alien to animals. They do not concern themselves with greatness or ability. They simply fight for themselves and their own greed.
"Which, of course, leads me to you, Maelstrom. Long have I watched as you have manhandled your competition. You run circles around them, logically and literally, and what's left is usually a hollow shell of a wrestler, whose own defeatist is usually his own undoing. I have gone to great lengths to advise you... that I am not like them. And yet, I should have known before I even began how fruitless my efforts would be. You misinterpret everything I say and twist it around, as you have always done. You convince the whole world that you are right and I am wrong, and yet you rarely address anything I say with clarity or reason.
"So, Maelstrom, let me... defend myself, so to speak, not so much for my need to be defended, but for your own good. You see, you WILL learn one way or another, but I'm giving you a chance now. I'm letting you see every side of the story before you commit yourself to a losing cause. You say that I'm backpeddling... but I don't remember that. You think that, because I decided not to further illustrate my superiority to someone like Larry Tact, that I must have admitted I was wrong. And yet all of this from the man who, quite rightly so, brought up the questionable politics involved in my stay in WWL. Up until now, I didn't feel compelled to address it, and even now, I refuse to allow responsibility to slip from my grasp and into the dreadful world of politics. But you DID make a valid point, Mael, whether you know it or not. I will not accuse anyone of anything, but it is certainly my right to leave when I feel that a situation is going to go from bad to worse. I am not afraid of losing, either before or after, but I could not stay in a place where everything I said or did was turned against me, both by my peers and my bosses.
"With that out of the way, Mael, if I can call you that, let me address the points which you hold so dear to your heart. Yes, cheating is only cheating if you get caught. I did say that, and it is true. After all, what is ability but the skill of manipulating the current situation into your favor? Or, let met ask you another question: why is it okay to break the rules just a little, if it's in your favor, but when I do it, it's called taking the coward's way out? Just the other day I was watching a tape of you, and do you know what you did? You chokeslammed Kraven. But choking is against the rules, isn't it? Which begs the question... do you even have any ability? Why couldn't you just play by the rules? You must be some kind of coward, bending the rules to your will just to prove that you're the better man, hm?
"You see, Maelstrom, you might think I'm a hypocrite, but unlike you, I have never gone back on what I said. I don't condemn other people as cowards and then cheat to win. You think I showed you a clip of me winning my first title to impress you? No, Mael... I just showed you, and more specifically, Jean, that so that you can see that, from the blood-soaked days of the infancy of my career to now... I have always been a man who will do WHATEVER it takes. And I know you don't like it. And I don't care. I never have. I never will. You'll shake my hand if I beat you, Mael? Well sweet God, with that and a dollar I can get a coffee, thank you.
"Finally, Mael... let me point out yet another hole in your endless sea of false logic. You claim that, when wrestling by the rules, which, I remind you, you don't do... promotes true ability... while cheating... exposes the lack of ability. And what is ability, Mael? Is it strength? Size? A keen knowledge of wrestling maneuvers? The ability to chokeslam wrestlers and get away with it simply because you are popular? But ability cannot be... taking advantage of short-sighted referees to get the pin. It can't be grabbing a handful of tights to give you that extra split second. Or popping a few pills of 'roids, hm? Indeed, Mael, how can I be so sure that you aren't cheating yourself?
"No, Mael... you haven't gotten under my skin. You simply annoy me. Not because you are so obviously wrong and, worse yet, a fool, but that you have the entire world convinced that you're some kind of unbeatable monster. You claim that you're not an egomaniac, but I can't go five minutes without hearing about your win-loss record of how so VERY FEW have taken advantage and beaten you.
"Well I am one of the few... I am one of the unique in this world of <BLEEP>... and if you can't respect that... if you can't understand that I AM... more dangerous... than ANYONE you have faced... and that I CAN beat you on ANY GIVEN NIGHT... well then you've already lost. Because you've lost all sight of reality. You don't know the difference between reality and the garbage streaming from your mouth, and it's not surprising, because you've got three other guys kissing your ass all the time, right?"
(He stands up and turns his back to the camera, looking up into the sky.)
ANARKY: "Indeed... the only thing we've learned... is that I'm the only one who cares about the truth. The rest of you can condemn yourselves to a life of constantly seeking glory you don't deserve and meaningless titles that you can put in your trophy case so you can intimidate people who are smaller, or weaker, or stupider than you. But I will be their vengeance. I will be the one who rises up and extracts revenge for those who cannot do it themselves. For every dream you shatter... for every lie you speak... for every denial you hold as a truth... for those I will strike, and then you will know suffering and pain as I have known.
"And THEN... you will know ANARKY... "
(FADEOUT.)
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JLebron
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What makes ya think at all?
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-07-03 AT 09:52 PM (EST)](FADE TO:..... the sounds of laughter and then ultimately its source....
CUTTO: Maelstrom sitting on a park bench, the background is surreal with obvious props of trees, a painted tree-line horizon, a small three foot diameter rubber pool with a small Anarky action figure resting on the GLCW Heavyweight title which acts as the figure's raft. Maelstrom gazes sardonically at the Anarky action figure and smiles faintly right before he slowly looks our way and begins to speak....)
MAELSTROM: Well, well, well.... I never thought I'd say this 'bout ya 'Narky, but I almost mistook ya for Manson! What with all the preachin' an' self glorification yer banterin' 'bout. I'll say this for ya, ya certainly have a unique way of viewin' things, particularly when it comes to yer own abilities. If I didn't know any better 'Narky, I'd say ya were jealous of me. I mean really, ya seem so focused on how others praise me..... of how people are viewin' me as some sorta unbeatable monster an' such....
(grins as his eyes narrow)
MAELSTROM: Whatsamatta 'Narky? Ya all uptight 'cuz people view ya in MY shadow? An' if that weren't enough, here ya are disgracin' yerself further with this pettiness 'bout cheatin' with chokeslammin'? (feigns a very animated, ridiculous expression) A C-H-O-K-E-S-L-A-M? Is that the BEST ya can do 'Narky? Ya sound more an' more like Manson now.... just like when the best he could do 'gainst me back then was to poke fun at my grammar. Pretty pathetic if ya ask me. Any how, not to dismiss yer pettiness, a chokeslam is a FAR cry from sneakin' in a foreign object..... Which in my opinion, displays a lack of confidence in your own abilities. But that point is moot anyhow eh 'Narky? I mean, ya accuse me of twistin' the truth while simultaneously claimin' to be the ONLY one bein' truthful.... yet all ya do is repeatedly contradict yerself. Sure politics "sometimes" plays a major role, but YOU were the one to bring up the.....
(does the quote sign thingie with is fingers)
MAELSTROM: ....."Larry Tact" issue in the first place! Did ya actually think I wasn't goin' to pounce on that? You clumsily opened the door to yer ineptness an' blame me for takin' advantage of it? Next thing you'll know you'll be rationalizin' that loss on politics! (smiles sheepishly) Whoops, looks like ya beat me to that one! In any event, it wouldn't matter whether or not I shared yer views regarding that match since my opinion doesn't matter to ya anyhow. So why not dispense with all the rhetoric an' all the bull, huh 'Narky? Let's lay it all on the line..... no chest beatin'..... No cheap shots..... Okay?
(nods knowingly with a sinister smile on his face)
MAELSTROM: Do I think yer one of the toughest men out there? Sure. Do I think you have the propensity to take the cowards way out? Most definitely. Do I think ya need to? (shrugs his shoulders) Who knows, only you can answer that. Do I fancy myself the best wrestler out there? No, but simply because in my own view, there is no such thing as...... "the best". There's no accurate, concrete way of measuring such a thing, it's all subjective. By the same token, do I consider myself one of the toughest men to beat in all of wrestling? Absolutely. Why? Because I've proven it from day one..... without the use of questionable tactics or foreign objects.... So could you imagine how much tougher to beat I would be if adopted some of those questionable tactics? Some of YOUR tactics 'Narky?
(smiles sadistically as he narrows his eyes)
MAELSTROM: What you call ego I call it by it's more appropriate name.... FACT! When I bring up the stark contrast between my triple digit win column an' single digit loss column...... which while we're on the subject..... more than rivals MOST peoples credentials, INCLUDING YERS! Anyhow, when I bring it up, it's done not for the purpose of braggin'..... but more for puttin' people like YOU an' Manson an' the UA in yer places when ya start rantin' endlessly of how great ya are, an' how unbeatable ya are, an' how well Viagra works for ya an' who can stuff the most enemas up their rear an' such. An' look, I even managed to prove ya wrong YET AGAIN as I've gone MORE THAN FIVE MINUTES before mentionin' my win/loss record! (winks) Ya see 'Narky, what YOU don't realize is that all this crap yer sayin'..... I'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE! Ya can go into entire lectures an' tirades regardin' how yer questionable tactics are nothin' more than ANOTHER form of ingenious ability, but why waste yer breath? No matter how ya dress it up.... It's still cheatin'! Though I gotta admit, I am kinda impressed by how vehemently ya continue to try an' defend this point..... I mean, most people that REALLY believed what yer sellin' wouldn't bother defending the point to death like you are..... then again, most aren't trying to brainwash themselves into believin' somethin' they know isn't true. Contrary to popular belief, repeatin' somethin' a million times won't necessarily make it true. Comprende?
(chuckles)
MAELSTROM: Now 'bout this sufferin' nonsense. 'Narky, ya act as though yer the epidomy of sufferin'.... as if yer the only one to ever endure pain..... (smiles as he shakes his had disparagingly) What makes ya THINK that yer pain is any greater than mine? What makes ya THINK yer so much more dangerous than me.... or anyone else for that matter? What makes ya THINK yer words are any more valid than anyone elses?
(raises an eyebrow as he starts to stand)
MAELSTROM: For that matter.... what makes ya think at all?
(faint laughter is heard as Maelstrom reaches over and pulls the GLCW title from the pool and walks off the set, leaving behind the Anarky action figure as it struggles to stay afloat, but ultimately sinks ignominiously to the bottom just as we..... FADE OUT....)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON May-07-03 AT 09:52 PM (EST)](FADE TO:..... the sounds of laughter and then ultimately its source....
CUTTO: Maelstrom sitting on a park bench, the background is surreal with obvious props of trees, a painted tree-line horizon, a small three foot diameter rubber pool with a small Anarky action figure resting on the GLCW Heavyweight title which acts as the figure's raft. Maelstrom gazes sardonically at the Anarky action figure and smiles faintly right before he slowly looks our way and begins to speak....)
MAELSTROM: Well, well, well.... I never thought I'd say this 'bout ya 'Narky, but I almost mistook ya for Manson! What with all the preachin' an' self glorification yer banterin' 'bout. I'll say this for ya, ya certainly have a unique way of viewin' things, particularly when it comes to yer own abilities. If I didn't know any better 'Narky, I'd say ya were jealous of me. I mean really, ya seem so focused on how others praise me..... of how people are viewin' me as some sorta unbeatable monster an' such....
(grins as his eyes narrow)
MAELSTROM: Whatsamatta 'Narky? Ya all uptight 'cuz people view ya in MY shadow? An' if that weren't enough, here ya are disgracin' yerself further with this pettiness 'bout cheatin' with chokeslammin'? (feigns a very animated, ridiculous expression) A C-H-O-K-E-S-L-A-M? Is that the BEST ya can do 'Narky? Ya sound more an' more like Manson now.... just like when the best he could do 'gainst me back then was to poke fun at my grammar. Pretty pathetic if ya ask me. Any how, not to dismiss yer pettiness, a chokeslam is a FAR cry from sneakin' in a foreign object..... Which in my opinion, displays a lack of confidence in your own abilities. But that point is moot anyhow eh 'Narky? I mean, ya accuse me of twistin' the truth while simultaneously claimin' to be the ONLY one bein' truthful.... yet all ya do is repeatedly contradict yerself. Sure politics "sometimes" plays a major role, but YOU were the one to bring up the.....
(does the quote sign thingie with is fingers)
MAELSTROM: ....."Larry Tact" issue in the first place! Did ya actually think I wasn't goin' to pounce on that? You clumsily opened the door to yer ineptness an' blame me for takin' advantage of it? Next thing you'll know you'll be rationalizin' that loss on politics! (smiles sheepishly) Whoops, looks like ya beat me to that one! In any event, it wouldn't matter whether or not I shared yer views regarding that match since my opinion doesn't matter to ya anyhow. So why not dispense with all the rhetoric an' all the bull, huh 'Narky? Let's lay it all on the line..... no chest beatin'..... No cheap shots..... Okay?
(nods knowingly with a sinister smile on his face)
MAELSTROM: Do I think yer one of the toughest men out there? Sure. Do I think you have the propensity to take the cowards way out? Most definitely. Do I think ya need to? (shrugs his shoulders) Who knows, only you can answer that. Do I fancy myself the best wrestler out there? No, but simply because in my own view, there is no such thing as...... "the best". There's no accurate, concrete way of measuring such a thing, it's all subjective. By the same token, do I consider myself one of the toughest men to beat in all of wrestling? Absolutely. Why? Because I've proven it from day one..... without the use of questionable tactics or foreign objects.... So could you imagine how much tougher to beat I would be if adopted some of those questionable tactics? Some of YOUR tactics 'Narky?
(smiles sadistically as he narrows his eyes)
MAELSTROM: What you call ego I call it by it's more appropriate name.... FACT! When I bring up the stark contrast between my triple digit win column an' single digit loss column...... which while we're on the subject..... more than rivals MOST peoples credentials, INCLUDING YERS! Anyhow, when I bring it up, it's done not for the purpose of braggin'..... but more for puttin' people like YOU an' Manson an' the UA in yer places when ya start rantin' endlessly of how great ya are, an' how unbeatable ya are, an' how well Viagra works for ya an' who can stuff the most enemas up their rear an' such. An' look, I even managed to prove ya wrong YET AGAIN as I've gone MORE THAN FIVE MINUTES before mentionin' my win/loss record! (winks) Ya see 'Narky, what YOU don't realize is that all this crap yer sayin'..... I'VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE! Ya can go into entire lectures an' tirades regardin' how yer questionable tactics are nothin' more than ANOTHER form of ingenious ability, but why waste yer breath? No matter how ya dress it up.... It's still cheatin'! Though I gotta admit, I am kinda impressed by how vehemently ya continue to try an' defend this point..... I mean, most people that REALLY believed what yer sellin' wouldn't bother defending the point to death like you are..... then again, most aren't trying to brainwash themselves into believin' somethin' they know isn't true. Contrary to popular belief, repeatin' somethin' a million times won't necessarily make it true. Comprende?
(chuckles)
MAELSTROM: Now 'bout this sufferin' nonsense. 'Narky, ya act as though yer the epidomy of sufferin'.... as if yer the only one to ever endure pain..... (smiles as he shakes his had disparagingly) What makes ya THINK that yer pain is any greater than mine? What makes ya THINK yer so much more dangerous than me.... or anyone else for that matter? What makes ya THINK yer words are any more valid than anyone elses?
(raises an eyebrow as he starts to stand)
MAELSTROM: For that matter.... what makes ya think at all?
(faint laughter is heard as Maelstrom reaches over and pulls the GLCW title from the pool and walks off the set, leaving behind the Anarky action figure as it struggles to stay afloat, but ultimately sinks ignominiously to the bottom just as we..... FADE OUT....)
YinYangGuy
League Member
Beyond the Lies!!
(FADE IN: Jared Justice is standing in a back alley. It is nightfall. CUE UP: "Just Barely Breathing" by Killswitch Engage.)
JARED JUSTICE: Anarky, you lie so much you believe yourself. You want to claim a hollow victory over me when you know darn well that you needed Manson's help to get the job done, then so be it. Things like wins and losses and stupid titles must mean a lot to you. To me they are insignificant at best. You claim to have mastered the artistry of pain. Why do you care if Jean Rabesque thinks you are an egomaniac?? Will Rabesque's acceptance of your nonsensical points ease your mind? Will it soothe your troubled soul?? Rabesque is one of the best technical wrestlers in the business today and truth be know that if he locks you in one of his submission....you aren't going to look the least bit artistic when you start tapping and squealing like the baby that you are.
(Jared mockingly rubs his eyes like he's crying.)
JARED JUSTICE: Anarky, you are obviously as obsessed with Maelstrom like they say I am with Michael Manson. Well, you know what the voices say?? Can you hear them?? They are laughing at you. They are sitting in the corner pointing at you....snickering at you. Maelstrom is unlike anyone else you've ever beaten. Maelstrom is unlike anyone you've ever wrestled. Maelstrom is unlike anyone you've ever seen. The voices and I agree that no matter the time, the place or the reason....Maelstrom will flat out own you. Maelstrom is capable of ending your career with one simple move known as "The Mortal Sin." I've seen it happen on many occasion with my own eyes. Anarky, I'm not asking you to fear me. Come to War Games praying and hoping to face me first. Let me ending things for you, before Maelstrom flat out ends you. You talk about beating Maelstrom....what you need another notch on your belt? What will a hollow victory get you when you are flat on your back in a hospital bed with burns over ninety percent of your body?? The only way you'll be able to eat a sandwich will be through a straw, but you'll have your victories to kill your pain. Hell, you could win the GLCW Great Lakes Championship and hang the belt over your bed. You can point to it and tell the nurses about how you beat the great Maelstrom while they change your bed pan. A truly fitting end to a pathetic career. Don't come to War Games looking to win....come looking to survive!! If you don't, I hear that Manson has great bedside manner.
(Jared strikes a match and throws it at the camera.)
(CUT TO: Static)
(FADE OUT)
(FADE IN: Jared Justice is standing in a back alley. It is nightfall. CUE UP: "Just Barely Breathing" by Killswitch Engage.)
JARED JUSTICE: Anarky, you lie so much you believe yourself. You want to claim a hollow victory over me when you know darn well that you needed Manson's help to get the job done, then so be it. Things like wins and losses and stupid titles must mean a lot to you. To me they are insignificant at best. You claim to have mastered the artistry of pain. Why do you care if Jean Rabesque thinks you are an egomaniac?? Will Rabesque's acceptance of your nonsensical points ease your mind? Will it soothe your troubled soul?? Rabesque is one of the best technical wrestlers in the business today and truth be know that if he locks you in one of his submission....you aren't going to look the least bit artistic when you start tapping and squealing like the baby that you are.
(Jared mockingly rubs his eyes like he's crying.)
JARED JUSTICE: Anarky, you are obviously as obsessed with Maelstrom like they say I am with Michael Manson. Well, you know what the voices say?? Can you hear them?? They are laughing at you. They are sitting in the corner pointing at you....snickering at you. Maelstrom is unlike anyone else you've ever beaten. Maelstrom is unlike anyone you've ever wrestled. Maelstrom is unlike anyone you've ever seen. The voices and I agree that no matter the time, the place or the reason....Maelstrom will flat out own you. Maelstrom is capable of ending your career with one simple move known as "The Mortal Sin." I've seen it happen on many occasion with my own eyes. Anarky, I'm not asking you to fear me. Come to War Games praying and hoping to face me first. Let me ending things for you, before Maelstrom flat out ends you. You talk about beating Maelstrom....what you need another notch on your belt? What will a hollow victory get you when you are flat on your back in a hospital bed with burns over ninety percent of your body?? The only way you'll be able to eat a sandwich will be through a straw, but you'll have your victories to kill your pain. Hell, you could win the GLCW Great Lakes Championship and hang the belt over your bed. You can point to it and tell the nurses about how you beat the great Maelstrom while they change your bed pan. A truly fitting end to a pathetic career. Don't come to War Games looking to win....come looking to survive!! If you don't, I hear that Manson has great bedside manner.
(Jared strikes a match and throws it at the camera.)
(CUT TO: Static)
(FADE OUT)