Post by Caliban on Jan 30, 2014 17:04:24 GMT -5
A crack in the 4Th wall
We open on Caliban standing in front of a WCF backdrop, no music no smiling just Caliban
"I would like to start tonight's presentation with a simple public service announcement on the state of professional wrestling pertaining directly to the kind of wrestling persona put forward by my opponent next Sunday night. In 1989 Vince McMahon shocked the world by admitting wrestling was in fact a staged show and not a true athletic contest of skill just so he didn't have to pay Athletic commission fees, by doing this he didn't damage the wrestling community but instead brought it forward to an era of respect where people no longer made performers like all of us the butt of jokes about how they were all delusional. This movement again was bolstered in the Attitude era when Vince made his sports entertainment speech comparing his product to that of a soap opera. The point I am trying to make here is that Vince McMahon removed real life from wrestling and caused an explosion of popularity by doing so, today we still have people in this industry who believe they actually earned whatever was GIVEN to them for the sake of a storyline and when things outside of said storyline happen they like to drag them in thinking it will make them look like the real deal.
Steve Orbit is going to spend the next week talking about how I walked out on the company, he will and already has called me a cry baby bitch and probably something with the always witty Cali- insert lame insult here hash tag. When I left here I was angry at myself, I couldn't prove the points I was trying to make because I wasn't ready to make them when I stepped in the ring. So I did what was right for me as a wrestler in my career and I went away and learned, I learned how to beat men like Steve Orbit, I learned how to stand up to thugs like Corey Black. Steve Corey took 30 minutes to beat me with a knife wound, what makes you think you can beat me in a straight match with a regular TV time limit? On Sunday Night, 2nd of February we step into the ring in the main event at slam for the first time ever and in that match I will bring out every lie you've told yourself and everybody else about your abilities, I will hold you down and unmask you as the sad attempt of a wrestler that you really are, you will be beaten, you will be bleeding and by the end you will be unconscious, thats a real life promise not a kayfabe threat, I hope you understand me Steven"
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Chapter 2: Weird dreams of darker schemes
We open on Jordy in bed with a girl, her hair is long and red, we can't see her face but her voice is Canadian and sweet
Girl: What do you remember about this dream?
JC: Well I wake up and I am hanging on a post in the middle of a field like a scarecrow or something, the sky is purple and has a blood orange sun, you know what I mean?
Girl: This needs to work coming from your head pet, I can't give you my opinion or interact with your story in any way, I need to hear it in exact detail from your lips...
The scene changes and flows into what Caliban was describing, he is hanging on a post, it's his clothes and the beginnings of his tattoos and stretched ear lobes but he is wearing a horribly disfiguring pumpkin mask, he looks up and screams apparently saying words but never taking a breath
JC: YOUSONOFALYINGPIECEOFPISSWHATKINDAFUCKEDUPPILEOFGARBAGEHADTHISIDEA! Why in the hell was this a good idea!? I didn't do anything that wrong for fuck sake, the old man needed to be moved on, HEY! Where the hell is everyone else! Why am I the only one to face execution by crow attack!
He stops and thinks about it for a second
JC: BASTARDSFUCKINGBILEFILLEDSICKINTHEFACEBASTARDS! They left me! They all went through with it, the bastards fucking bailed out, the disgusting traitors pissed off and left me here to face the music! For their freaking plan! I mean they wanted to kill MY DAD! I believed in the cause enough to agree to it and they left ME TO FACE THE MUSIC! What in the hell kinda loyalty is that. And oh they all claimed it, they all bowed their head swearing to put me in the fucking seat and now look at me! Every friend in the world was either killed in the attack or ran to Bethalum and the protection of that old fuck Adeus, I need to get out of here, I need to get off this fucking pole! It hurts! And what the hell happened to my face!
From inside the mask he begins to sob
JC: WHY DADDY WHY!
And then in a case of bipolar Houdini-ness breaks out into a completely other voice, obviously a terrible impression of his father
JC: Because you attempted to stab me in the face with a fork son, now this is for your own good, honey have you seen my head?
He drops the impression
JC: My own good? My own good!? What kinda weird shit is this to be for my own good!
The scene fades back to Jordy and the female in bed
Girl: And you have no idea what they are talking about? I mean I knew there was a little bit of a Daddy issue here but that's a bit extreme, and a fork? It just makes no sense, look you need to shower and get to the Gym, you have your first class today and you need to prepare.
He kisses her out of view and answers
JC: I don't know it's weird, this shit started after I got here, just these past 6 months as I have been setting up life in the city preparing to start training. And especially as much since I kinda started doing whatever the hell we are calling this
Girl: So you think its related to me?
JC: Probably
She slaps him lightly across the face giggling
He laughs and the conversation trails off as he gets up to get in the shower
JC: What I can't think straight around you, it isn't easy to navigate life in that kind of peril you know, specially with my nut and bolt held together ass
She launches a towel at him and orders him into the shower, he goes into the bathroom and locks the door with intentional velocity as if to make a point
Girl: What the fuck! That's just cold
The door unlocks again
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We open on a black screen with a hand in a spotlight holding something small and round, a voice emits from the darkness
This is a hand grenade, the pin for now is securely placed on the trigger mechanism, but when the time comes this grenade will blow the glass ceiling to shit and leave everyone in front of me bleeding in the shards
The so called grenade is thrown up into the air and it becomes a single light bulb hanging from the roof swinging back and forth, as the camera pans down Caliban is standing in the light,
The world we live in today is too content with doing their talking out of the barrel of a gun, I say we bring about world peace survivor series style, huge 10 man tag with all the world biggest bastards involved and let them settle it in the ring. Sure that's not the smartest idea for bringing about world peace but at least its a fucking idea, in fact it may be the dumbest thing I have ever said, but anyways I was trying to make a metaphor
He stops and takes a deep breath looking at the camera
Adaption, intelligence, confidence and a lack of fear, those 4 things describe what it takes to be a professional wrestler in this modern age, Darwin's philosophy plainly says the strongest walk over the corpses of the weak and yet in this era the largest men in wrestling barely even hold a belt, the largest champion who has not been with their respective company over a decade in the last 5 years was who? Sheamus? Sheamus is a built guy, brick wall in fact as is Ryback or Crimson or Matt Morgan but they Aren't Giant haystacks or the big show or even Mark Henry. The reason for that is the cultural and educational revolution of professional wrestling, a sport where knocking or throwing your opponent over top rope was cause for disqualification in most places and now its a fucking drinking game every time someone does a dive down in Reseda, California
In the last few weeks I have taken this game by the throat and made it into everything I wanted it to be and this match with Steve Orbit is just another random representation of that, I make my opportunities and yet all these so call next big things want to ask me why I think I should get to play with the big dogs, the big dogs themselves still don't understand the answer to that question and it is so ridiculously simple it hurts. Steve you are one of those people who don't get it, the sad thing is you used too, I was a bit of a loud mouth during my ill fated first run here and that hasn't really changed, the difference between then and now is the direction and content. See Steve I used to respect guys like you and Corey and Fly, Cairo hell even Twilight and the Price double ended dildo.
He stops and clears the smile creeping across his face
Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Then I realized that no matter how much respect I showed you, you were all just the same asshole in different clothing, I have seen the opinion polls on who is picking up this win and 100 percent are saying you. I don't blame them, I'm just a spot monkey right? No way I can stand up to a multi time champion, no way I can turn back the challenge of one of the most concrete mother fuckers in the history of this company. 6 months ago I would of believed that, but now I see you and everyone you consider on your level for who you all really are. You are the reason why the world of professional wrestling is dying, you are the reason why this sport is a B grade pass time these days. All of you took everything for yourselves and when it came time for some of the rest of us to step up and earn our piece there was nothing left, on Sunday night I will take what is mine, Ill hold the crowd in the palm of my hand the way the wrestler's who came before me used too. And I will remove selfishness, I will remove self service and I will unplug the drain you have all inhabited for way too long. Steven when you step into the ring with me in the first main event of my WCF career you become the biggest target I have ever seen, I will hit you with everything I have, I will stretch you, I will punch you, I will kick you and in the end when the bell rings it will be me standing with my hand raised because Steve I can tell you now there is no way you want this more than me. This is my time, it is time to bring about the revolution of athleticism that Steve Orbit and the old guard work so hard each and every week to hold back. It has been building and there are numbers just waiting to slide into all your seats.
He pulls his hood down so you can see his face fully
This is the face of the culmination of that revolution, this is the face of Jordan Caliban.
The camera switches off and then quickly snaps back on again
One last thing before I go, I talk about how I have changed a lot, I talk about how I understand my lot here more but there is one thing I have not lost and that is my way of life, my way of making it through the stabbing's, loses and broken bones. It's been asked of me a lot since I left here last and took my unique view of a loss to other companies and other parts of the world if I actually enjoy losing, of course I don't enjoy losing I just understand the world that much better than any of you. The reaction to the match with Corey is the most obvious representation of that, the same with Orbit's attitude as we prepare for Slam, you guys saw what I do, Orbit you were one of the commentators man, you have seen what is coming for you and I promise losing to your boy Corey hasn't made any of it go away. Bring all your best friends Stevie, I got mine right here
He holds up one fist to the camera, it has the word Steve written across it, he Holds up the other one with the word Orbit written across it then he points to his foot
See that? Look closer
The camera zooms in and as it gets closer a grey ring appears on the toe of Caliban's boot
Thats my own personal Blackhole Stevie, and even the biggest stripper chain you can muster won't be enough to save you
We open on Caliban standing in front of a WCF backdrop, no music no smiling just Caliban
"I would like to start tonight's presentation with a simple public service announcement on the state of professional wrestling pertaining directly to the kind of wrestling persona put forward by my opponent next Sunday night. In 1989 Vince McMahon shocked the world by admitting wrestling was in fact a staged show and not a true athletic contest of skill just so he didn't have to pay Athletic commission fees, by doing this he didn't damage the wrestling community but instead brought it forward to an era of respect where people no longer made performers like all of us the butt of jokes about how they were all delusional. This movement again was bolstered in the Attitude era when Vince made his sports entertainment speech comparing his product to that of a soap opera. The point I am trying to make here is that Vince McMahon removed real life from wrestling and caused an explosion of popularity by doing so, today we still have people in this industry who believe they actually earned whatever was GIVEN to them for the sake of a storyline and when things outside of said storyline happen they like to drag them in thinking it will make them look like the real deal.
Steve Orbit is going to spend the next week talking about how I walked out on the company, he will and already has called me a cry baby bitch and probably something with the always witty Cali- insert lame insult here hash tag. When I left here I was angry at myself, I couldn't prove the points I was trying to make because I wasn't ready to make them when I stepped in the ring. So I did what was right for me as a wrestler in my career and I went away and learned, I learned how to beat men like Steve Orbit, I learned how to stand up to thugs like Corey Black. Steve Corey took 30 minutes to beat me with a knife wound, what makes you think you can beat me in a straight match with a regular TV time limit? On Sunday Night, 2nd of February we step into the ring in the main event at slam for the first time ever and in that match I will bring out every lie you've told yourself and everybody else about your abilities, I will hold you down and unmask you as the sad attempt of a wrestler that you really are, you will be beaten, you will be bleeding and by the end you will be unconscious, thats a real life promise not a kayfabe threat, I hope you understand me Steven"
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Chapter 2: Weird dreams of darker schemes
We open on Jordy in bed with a girl, her hair is long and red, we can't see her face but her voice is Canadian and sweet
Girl: What do you remember about this dream?
JC: Well I wake up and I am hanging on a post in the middle of a field like a scarecrow or something, the sky is purple and has a blood orange sun, you know what I mean?
Girl: This needs to work coming from your head pet, I can't give you my opinion or interact with your story in any way, I need to hear it in exact detail from your lips...
The scene changes and flows into what Caliban was describing, he is hanging on a post, it's his clothes and the beginnings of his tattoos and stretched ear lobes but he is wearing a horribly disfiguring pumpkin mask, he looks up and screams apparently saying words but never taking a breath
JC: YOUSONOFALYINGPIECEOFPISSWHATKINDAFUCKEDUPPILEOFGARBAGEHADTHISIDEA! Why in the hell was this a good idea!? I didn't do anything that wrong for fuck sake, the old man needed to be moved on, HEY! Where the hell is everyone else! Why am I the only one to face execution by crow attack!
He stops and thinks about it for a second
JC: BASTARDSFUCKINGBILEFILLEDSICKINTHEFACEBASTARDS! They left me! They all went through with it, the bastards fucking bailed out, the disgusting traitors pissed off and left me here to face the music! For their freaking plan! I mean they wanted to kill MY DAD! I believed in the cause enough to agree to it and they left ME TO FACE THE MUSIC! What in the hell kinda loyalty is that. And oh they all claimed it, they all bowed their head swearing to put me in the fucking seat and now look at me! Every friend in the world was either killed in the attack or ran to Bethalum and the protection of that old fuck Adeus, I need to get out of here, I need to get off this fucking pole! It hurts! And what the hell happened to my face!
From inside the mask he begins to sob
JC: WHY DADDY WHY!
And then in a case of bipolar Houdini-ness breaks out into a completely other voice, obviously a terrible impression of his father
JC: Because you attempted to stab me in the face with a fork son, now this is for your own good, honey have you seen my head?
He drops the impression
JC: My own good? My own good!? What kinda weird shit is this to be for my own good!
The scene fades back to Jordy and the female in bed
Girl: And you have no idea what they are talking about? I mean I knew there was a little bit of a Daddy issue here but that's a bit extreme, and a fork? It just makes no sense, look you need to shower and get to the Gym, you have your first class today and you need to prepare.
He kisses her out of view and answers
JC: I don't know it's weird, this shit started after I got here, just these past 6 months as I have been setting up life in the city preparing to start training. And especially as much since I kinda started doing whatever the hell we are calling this
Girl: So you think its related to me?
JC: Probably
She slaps him lightly across the face giggling
He laughs and the conversation trails off as he gets up to get in the shower
JC: What I can't think straight around you, it isn't easy to navigate life in that kind of peril you know, specially with my nut and bolt held together ass
She launches a towel at him and orders him into the shower, he goes into the bathroom and locks the door with intentional velocity as if to make a point
Girl: What the fuck! That's just cold
The door unlocks again
=======================================================================================
We open on a black screen with a hand in a spotlight holding something small and round, a voice emits from the darkness
This is a hand grenade, the pin for now is securely placed on the trigger mechanism, but when the time comes this grenade will blow the glass ceiling to shit and leave everyone in front of me bleeding in the shards
The so called grenade is thrown up into the air and it becomes a single light bulb hanging from the roof swinging back and forth, as the camera pans down Caliban is standing in the light,
The world we live in today is too content with doing their talking out of the barrel of a gun, I say we bring about world peace survivor series style, huge 10 man tag with all the world biggest bastards involved and let them settle it in the ring. Sure that's not the smartest idea for bringing about world peace but at least its a fucking idea, in fact it may be the dumbest thing I have ever said, but anyways I was trying to make a metaphor
He stops and takes a deep breath looking at the camera
Adaption, intelligence, confidence and a lack of fear, those 4 things describe what it takes to be a professional wrestler in this modern age, Darwin's philosophy plainly says the strongest walk over the corpses of the weak and yet in this era the largest men in wrestling barely even hold a belt, the largest champion who has not been with their respective company over a decade in the last 5 years was who? Sheamus? Sheamus is a built guy, brick wall in fact as is Ryback or Crimson or Matt Morgan but they Aren't Giant haystacks or the big show or even Mark Henry. The reason for that is the cultural and educational revolution of professional wrestling, a sport where knocking or throwing your opponent over top rope was cause for disqualification in most places and now its a fucking drinking game every time someone does a dive down in Reseda, California
In the last few weeks I have taken this game by the throat and made it into everything I wanted it to be and this match with Steve Orbit is just another random representation of that, I make my opportunities and yet all these so call next big things want to ask me why I think I should get to play with the big dogs, the big dogs themselves still don't understand the answer to that question and it is so ridiculously simple it hurts. Steve you are one of those people who don't get it, the sad thing is you used too, I was a bit of a loud mouth during my ill fated first run here and that hasn't really changed, the difference between then and now is the direction and content. See Steve I used to respect guys like you and Corey and Fly, Cairo hell even Twilight and the Price double ended dildo.
He stops and clears the smile creeping across his face
Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Then I realized that no matter how much respect I showed you, you were all just the same asshole in different clothing, I have seen the opinion polls on who is picking up this win and 100 percent are saying you. I don't blame them, I'm just a spot monkey right? No way I can stand up to a multi time champion, no way I can turn back the challenge of one of the most concrete mother fuckers in the history of this company. 6 months ago I would of believed that, but now I see you and everyone you consider on your level for who you all really are. You are the reason why the world of professional wrestling is dying, you are the reason why this sport is a B grade pass time these days. All of you took everything for yourselves and when it came time for some of the rest of us to step up and earn our piece there was nothing left, on Sunday night I will take what is mine, Ill hold the crowd in the palm of my hand the way the wrestler's who came before me used too. And I will remove selfishness, I will remove self service and I will unplug the drain you have all inhabited for way too long. Steven when you step into the ring with me in the first main event of my WCF career you become the biggest target I have ever seen, I will hit you with everything I have, I will stretch you, I will punch you, I will kick you and in the end when the bell rings it will be me standing with my hand raised because Steve I can tell you now there is no way you want this more than me. This is my time, it is time to bring about the revolution of athleticism that Steve Orbit and the old guard work so hard each and every week to hold back. It has been building and there are numbers just waiting to slide into all your seats.
He pulls his hood down so you can see his face fully
This is the face of the culmination of that revolution, this is the face of Jordan Caliban.
The camera switches off and then quickly snaps back on again
One last thing before I go, I talk about how I have changed a lot, I talk about how I understand my lot here more but there is one thing I have not lost and that is my way of life, my way of making it through the stabbing's, loses and broken bones. It's been asked of me a lot since I left here last and took my unique view of a loss to other companies and other parts of the world if I actually enjoy losing, of course I don't enjoy losing I just understand the world that much better than any of you. The reaction to the match with Corey is the most obvious representation of that, the same with Orbit's attitude as we prepare for Slam, you guys saw what I do, Orbit you were one of the commentators man, you have seen what is coming for you and I promise losing to your boy Corey hasn't made any of it go away. Bring all your best friends Stevie, I got mine right here
He holds up one fist to the camera, it has the word Steve written across it, he Holds up the other one with the word Orbit written across it then he points to his foot
See that? Look closer
The camera zooms in and as it gets closer a grey ring appears on the toe of Caliban's boot
Thats my own personal Blackhole Stevie, and even the biggest stripper chain you can muster won't be enough to save you
