SHATTERED DREAMS Goldust: Liliane, the golden one would like a moment of your time.
LiLiane: I was awaiting a different superstar.
Goldust: No matter. The time is here and now. Noone else matters. "You will never forget the day you met perfection" - Mr. Perfect, the Immortal Xtreme Wrestling Federation March fourth, two thousand and two. Well maybe he is right, maybe I am just quoting idiots. You see, I am now the epitome of what is perfection. Who needs a fat, slobby, way past his prime father, or a slut of a wife, when you have what is truly important. Gold. You see Curt, you have made some very valuable points on your own, but I call your bluff! You said there will be a day that I will meet perfection, and he will take my title away. That Mr. Perfect, is where you are wrong. Perfection, holds the title. There is no need for some wannabe like you to try and take it. Try as you may, try as you might, you will be a failure! This is where the compliments end? I never knew that had began. Jerry Springer reject. Is that how you view me? Are you jealous, because you can not be what I am today? I would not blame you. Mr. Perfect is just a name. A mask rather to hide every one of your tiny insecurities that would truly show how much you want to be like me. America and me. I un-fortunately do not represent freaks and monsters oh no. However I do represent what lies at the heart of America! The plays, the shows, the entertainment. If you think about it, that's what this is all about is it not? Sports entertainment? That's why twelve year old girls run and almost kill each other for 'NSYNC! Or Titanic when it hit the theaters the fans could not get enough. It was all the entertainment. That is why millions and millions of dollars each year are waisted down the drain strictly so people can enjoy themselves. Well I know, I enjoy myself, and they must enjoy my performance. That is why they all come out to see me night after night! You claim you can find imperfection, well I dare you to find it. Go ahead and try, I would love you to. As you said this is as real as it gets. You think I am not real? I'm sure that's what you would love to make yourself believe. Anyone would want to believe that Goldust does not exist. Then they could all go about their lives, but what would happen to the show case? If there is no show, then noone comes out, and if noone comes out no money is spent and noone becomes entertained. When noone is entertained and no money flow is constant, your standing in the middle of the ring claiming to be perfect will mean nothing to an empty arena without lights. You may not like what hollywood has brought fourth, but that's because you are not supposed to. They make you like or dis-like whatever they feel like. If the next big thing is supposed to be great you will like it. If however it is something like me, you are not supposed to like it. Here you go, saying how much you dis-like it. Guess what, you fell right for the trap that was layed out for you. Though I am one of the greatest creations, I am not all hollywood. I can and will show you what realism is all about, because you do need a little of both to succeed and I am everything of both what is real and not real. The question is, can you tell the difference? The pleasure you promise me, you wonder if I will like it? Well maybe I will, maybe I won't. You wouldn't know would you? No, you can only be kept guessing. I will keep you guessing guaranteed. As of right now, yes I will enjoy it, every second of it. It's fun to play these games in the ring. You complain about chomping my teeth, and feeling my chest. Are you jealous, because poor little Rudolph can't join in any of my reindeer games? Maybe the light on your cherry red nose has gone out! Eddie Guerrero, do not believe that you have been forgotten. No my young rookie, you will not be forgotten. Come time for Raw, you will learn what it is like to be in the ring with a great star. One that shines so bright you will be blinded. This time no nWo or anything of the sort will be able to help you oh no. If they want to play their games, it will all come in due time, but you have a journey ahead of you. One that involves perfection, and ignorance. The bizarre one, and Mr. Perfect. Two men that don't mind throwing you around, that is, if Mr. Perfect has anything left when I'm done. I hope you are ready Guerrero, your time has not even arrived, yet it has already passed. I'm sorry to disappoint you. So just do us all a favor and turn around, pack your bags, and leave, because you my friend have already been forgotten. Winston Churchill, when he said those lines about every dog, it was almost like a premonition. Contrary to what you believe he was not speaking of men like you, rather he was speaking of the one man, that you, nor Eddie Guerrero, nor any fan of the IXWF will ever be able to forget the name of.....(breathes in)ssssssssssss.....mmmmmmm (chomps teeth) Goldust! OOC: Mr. Perfect, I like your promos. 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