The Tick Tock of the Clock is Painful...
(Cue Up: "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails. Fade into Golem, sitting in front a desk in a large room cluttered with books and bookshelves. Golem thumbs through a few random books in front of him before slowly turning his attention to the camera.)
Golem: Again. Again? Again. It seems that every time he turns around, Golem is in another tag team match up. I mean, it wasn't coincidence that I didn't ask to be in this tag team tournament. I am not exactly a tag team specialist. What am I, one and twenty in tag team matches? Of course, any peon could notice that I have yet to really be the cause of any of those losses, yet losses they remain. I read the brackets, of course. I am a fan of reading, always have been. I noticed the Bloodhunt and Southern pairing and I was quite impressed. Wait, no, disinterested...I was disinterested. But, I digress. Apparently, Southern doesn't like tag matches, either, because he dropped Bloodhunt like a brick and decided to forego the tournament. Not a horrible decision. So, the brass went to the back and put their heads together. They thought, and thought, and thought some more. And then, in their infinite wisdom, they decided, "Oh, we don't know. Just throw Golem in there, he's always good for a chuckle." Now, normally, this would trigger an anger reflex in me, but this instance actually is kind of funny. It seems Bloodhunt, boosted by his recent victory of Felix Red and his new pairing with Golem, has been bumped up to the number one seed, one of the few wise things the people in WFW have ever done. Well, the number one seed faces the number sixteen seed. I check the number sixteen seed before I decide to tear apart the offer and just skip the match, and you know who I find? The man who injured the animal and the man who released him once more. You see, I have been lying to you all. But, of course, I don't care about that. I have been lying to myself. In the match versus Psycho, Golem gave every ounce of himself. He fed himself to that match and still came up short. And Golem was a wounded animal, not fully healed physically but also not fully healed mentally. I began to hold back in my matches, embarrassed that I might once more try my damndest and still fail. And then, just recently, I had another tag team match with Noble Sheik. Not against Noble Sheik, but ironically with Noble Sheik. And what happened before I got started? Noble Sheik stole away my opportunity to hurt these men. And then, it clicked. I was doing the same thing. I was defeating myself before giving me a chance to win. And then, I realized what had previously known. Winning and losing doesn't matter. All that matters is that, in the end, I get to shove my claw down someone's throat and get to enjoy them squirming in pain. Something I never got to do to Psycho. Something I plan to rectify at the upcoming event. You see, Golem has great expectations as well. He expects to kill two birds with one stone. Psycho, you made a pretty grievous error in ever getting on my bad side. Title, no title, tag match, no tag match, I am going to get to you and I am going to end what you thought you ended. Golem is certainly beginning to get up in age and all that is left for him to do in this career is to leave a lasting mark. Victories come and go, but serious injuries can last. And if it is all I can do to make people remember my name, Golem is going to run roughshod through the WFW, paying back old debts and making new ones for the fun it. So far, Bloodhunt, you haven't done anything to irritate me. I am hoping you can ride the success from the last event and not immediately lose this event. Maybe that is asking too much, and it probably is, but if we lose, so be it. I am still going to have my fun. By crook...(looks at his Claw)...or by hook.
(Golem loudly cracks his neck as the camera fades to black.)