Post by Caliban on Feb 6, 2014 20:24:59 GMT -5
To Clarify what I said so far
We open on Caliban standing in front of a projector screen with a dead rabbit logo projected on the wall behind him
On sunday night I bared everything to Pantheon in the ring and on the ramp, Sequitus was revealed and war was declared, and then I lost which will no doubt be the main focus of our opponents jibes, and before I get into that, Seth you fucking dumbass, if you ever bill myself and Jordan Ciserano as anything other than Sequitus again Ill turn my plans on you and really with the supposed stability of a guy half of us have never heard of and of all people Eric Fucking Price holding you in place you really don't want that. It's gunna be bad enough for your establishment when Eric has to take an extended leave of absence due to injuries in the ring with me. See we arent viewed as powerful, we have the ability to be laughed off right until the last second, what do you expect from me? A monlogue laying it all out for you. You all see the world in circles, interlocking and intertwining with each other placing you all in sections and giving you all Categories, heel, face, jobber yadda yadda. I see the world in Angles and twists and turns, I expect what others either don't or just are just arrogant to admit could happen in every situation right down to the promo I had written before my match, the same one I don't remember delivering after the match, you know the one where I threw up?
He smirks at the camera tapping the side of his head
Look guys I'm gunna try real hard not to lose my temper, I really am trying to do this for all of you, I just want to make this place better and if I have to take a couple of yellers out the back and shoot them then goddamn it Ill do it and if the dog dances like Corey and Orbit then Ill come back another day and try again. If you want to be free I can't take you by the hand and lead you to it as hard as I try, the sooner you all come to the correct conclusions and realise that shaking your head at the crap that happens to most of us behind the scenes here doesn't change anything and hoping for a miracle does fuck all in that situation believe me. I can't be the one to make you believe in what I am saying and what I am fighting these people for, you need to find your way, you need to look at where things go in this company, the people who hold the belts and wield all of the power....
Caliban grabs the side of his head and starts screaming at the camera
WHY ARE YOU ALL SO STUPID! WHY DON'T YOU SEE THE WORLD THE WAY YOU SHOULD, RESPECT SHOULD BE EARNED BY BEING A GOOD PERSON NOT BY YEARS OF BEING OVERLY DOMINANT IN THE RING BECAUSE IT IS WHAT IS GOOD FOR BUSINESS!
He stops breathing calming down before continuing on
Let me give you an example, Cormac Macneil this man is 6 foot 4, 265 pounds of pure power, he took down the men we face this week single handed, now Seth if that was meant to be you sending your best so I could prove a point its a laughable attempt, and yet this week yet again he faces someone who will do nothing to evolve who he is in the ring or out of it, this is a man who should be being moulded not fed to a sheep in wolves clothing. But Cormac has put his trust in my hands, he believes in what I believe, business wise at least, he sees the world how I see it now, and now he is angry , Jordan Ciserano simply knows why I do the things I do and sees the world through the same eyes as me and Pantheon the 3 of us are young, hungry, angry and not alone, never again will you outnumber us. On sunday night I mentioned numbers and while they weren't standing with us on Sunday night they watched and waited, in every corner and corridor, like landmines just waiting for me to push the trigger, Sequitus will grow, and Pantheon will sink under the tide as we wash over them removing all memory of the so called fantastic four of The WCF
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Chapter 3: The Punkin Walks
We open on what looks like the same dream sequence from last time, the pumpkin mask on Caliban has rotted however and the test of time seems to of hit him, he isn't screaming or laughing or crying anymore, he is just silent, the crows either run away or land and play with the straw some funny bastard had poked in his ears and through his hair. It was crook wing the large mite infested raven that fucking dickHe used to be cool, that bird used to bring him perfectly rolled joints from one of his only breathing friends left in town, then Cabre moved on as well. Dammit now I am talking to myself, I was only thinking those words a second ago, Oh great and here comes Mr high and mighty here for my daily berating. A creature is making its way across the badly tended field in which our subject stands, it doesn't seem to be moving very easily in an old wicker wheel chair pulled behind a large white horse, as the creature gets closer it becomes more and more apparent that he doesn't have a head. The creature begins talking when he is barely audible all incredibly intricate insults too harsh for the human ear to decode ending with
How is my insanely over dramatic, egotistical and in way over his head son this fine evening?
Caliban growls an answer at him
200 years old man, let me down! I am done with fucking Ravens, you make me sick, you drove everyone that had any chance of giving us all a fucking future here into oblivion because they couldn't stand the stench your putrid existence anymore. Look if I ask nice will you just let me down for a piss? 200 YEARS IS WAY TOO LONG TO HOLD IT IN! I GOTTA PISS LIKE A POWERFUL MULE!
Oh no my boy that would just be too easy for you, I want you up there until the toxic shit you call urine is pumping out your fucking tear ducts do you understand me? You think that you can step to me, do you know who I am? I am the patron saint of fear and blood letting, I am the undeniable and I...
Have forgotten how to stand these days apparently, look we know you are never going to die but you were 400 years old 200 years ago and rebellion or not that throne is rightfully mine, the reason this place has stayed as ridiculous as it is, is because no matter how bad the argument against it was we have never deviated from that rule! Look at old king Wenceslas the guy went fucking nuts and took 400 of our best workers, shrunk them and fucked off to the north pole split base to make toys for kids on Earth! And you still gave his son the succession, how is Grandad by the way?
Jolly, unfortunately, and starting some kind of mutated cult is not the same as attempting to disregard the monarchy!
Well you don't die, Look at this place! Under your command those monkeys that follow you around couldn't even keep this fucking field tended never mind the Kingdom. You failed Father, you put down a rebellion and held onto your throne but your people hate you, your family are embarrassed by you. And the worst thing about all of it is that you know, you are not a stupid creature, you know exactly how everyone feels and how everyone in your care is suffering, THIS IS NOT A KINGDOM WITH A KING, NOW LET ME DOWN!
Boy you will be on that fucking stump scaring crows until somebody else attempts to kill me, then I will slice your throat myself just to make room for them up there. And then I'll put your bones in the meat grinder and use it to fertilize this field!
And with that the old man stands up and leaving his head on the wheelchair walks towards our scarecrow friend
Your mother made you this, do you know what it is? It's a loving torture wreath to hang round your neck, she spent quite a lot of time on it, it's made from only the most poisonous flowers of the Drakensange wood
The headless body places the wreath round the scarecrows neck and presses it against the exposed skin on his chest
The Punkin Screams
Jordan Caliban shoots up in bed, he is alone this time and seems to of fallen asleep in his wrestling gear, as we look around the scene we realize he isn't at home, instead he has fallen asleep in the back of his car again, a couple of the boys had offered him a couch for the night so how the hell did I end up here, and then it hits him,
I was waiting an came out for a smoke, I must of passed out, what time is it?
He looks at the clock and then stops
Why am I talking to myself?
He shakes it off and reads the clock, its 10 pm, hopefully still enough time to take the boys up on that offer, he gained a lot of respect somehow in the first couple of weeks at the Can-Am facility. Even some of the match ready guys wanted to get in the ring with someone who has just a pure love for the business. Fair enough they were beating the shit out of him but he was so made of metal anyways he just kept bouncing back up like rubber. But luckily he had been able to translate this into a long network of possible couches and sometimes even a spare bed. He stops to regard his dream for a second, he runs a hand over his chest and notices a slight red rash forming on it, he puts it down to having to shave it and reaches for his cell phone
Hey brotha you still up?
The scene flows back out of his car as the conversation tails off
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Revolution Radio Match Special
You wanna know why myself and Ciserano are gunna make short work of the "Wild Gangstas" it simple, speed, do these 2 really think they will be able to touch us let alone hit one of those supposed devastating double team maneuvers? Boys you are just another set of remnants of a time when people where able to make careers on potential, and then they become lazy give themselves a random name and expect to be the next big thing, I look at you 2 and I see another Corey and another Orbit, guys that need putting down before their boring and uninspiring brand of pro wrestling can be elevated as is so often the trend in this business today. I mean come on your marketable right? Thats what you are going for? I mean "The Original Gangster?" what the fuck does that even mean anymore, dude Dre has probably got shits stuck in his drain older than you, as for the Tommy Gun entrance what in the hell is that about? You know someone told me my entrance was pretentious last week so I showed them yours and well you won lets leave it at that.
Zack Wild, now Wild is a guy who should be more than he is, the only difference is it's Zachary's decisions that hold him down, he is involved with a cartoon character as a tag partner for one thing and another, Zack I have seen your in ring work and frankly you should've spent at least another 6 months training and putting together a move set that doesn't mirror what was considered a highly technical athlete in 1997. So it's simple the reason Jordan and I will walk over the original gangsters is the same reason that humanity dominated their sub species and ancestral specie to become the only Mammal of our kind still roaming the earth. You guys are the 90s doing it for the fame passion and pussy kinda guys, I don't see any kind of groundbreaking tactics or anything in the ring that shows you respect this business enough to push its boundaries. Zack I tried to wake you up by have Ciserano put you through an announce table, I hoped you would get the point. Up your game kid and up it now, forget burning warehouses, forget being the next big thing and forget Wild gangsters before the rest of the world forgets both of you
Sunday night is Jordan's debut, its also the first time Sequitus will work as a united front that will be bad for the gangsters, Pantheon and anyone else stupid enough to get in our way
We open on Caliban standing in front of a projector screen with a dead rabbit logo projected on the wall behind him
On sunday night I bared everything to Pantheon in the ring and on the ramp, Sequitus was revealed and war was declared, and then I lost which will no doubt be the main focus of our opponents jibes, and before I get into that, Seth you fucking dumbass, if you ever bill myself and Jordan Ciserano as anything other than Sequitus again Ill turn my plans on you and really with the supposed stability of a guy half of us have never heard of and of all people Eric Fucking Price holding you in place you really don't want that. It's gunna be bad enough for your establishment when Eric has to take an extended leave of absence due to injuries in the ring with me. See we arent viewed as powerful, we have the ability to be laughed off right until the last second, what do you expect from me? A monlogue laying it all out for you. You all see the world in circles, interlocking and intertwining with each other placing you all in sections and giving you all Categories, heel, face, jobber yadda yadda. I see the world in Angles and twists and turns, I expect what others either don't or just are just arrogant to admit could happen in every situation right down to the promo I had written before my match, the same one I don't remember delivering after the match, you know the one where I threw up?
He smirks at the camera tapping the side of his head
Look guys I'm gunna try real hard not to lose my temper, I really am trying to do this for all of you, I just want to make this place better and if I have to take a couple of yellers out the back and shoot them then goddamn it Ill do it and if the dog dances like Corey and Orbit then Ill come back another day and try again. If you want to be free I can't take you by the hand and lead you to it as hard as I try, the sooner you all come to the correct conclusions and realise that shaking your head at the crap that happens to most of us behind the scenes here doesn't change anything and hoping for a miracle does fuck all in that situation believe me. I can't be the one to make you believe in what I am saying and what I am fighting these people for, you need to find your way, you need to look at where things go in this company, the people who hold the belts and wield all of the power....
Caliban grabs the side of his head and starts screaming at the camera
WHY ARE YOU ALL SO STUPID! WHY DON'T YOU SEE THE WORLD THE WAY YOU SHOULD, RESPECT SHOULD BE EARNED BY BEING A GOOD PERSON NOT BY YEARS OF BEING OVERLY DOMINANT IN THE RING BECAUSE IT IS WHAT IS GOOD FOR BUSINESS!
He stops breathing calming down before continuing on
Let me give you an example, Cormac Macneil this man is 6 foot 4, 265 pounds of pure power, he took down the men we face this week single handed, now Seth if that was meant to be you sending your best so I could prove a point its a laughable attempt, and yet this week yet again he faces someone who will do nothing to evolve who he is in the ring or out of it, this is a man who should be being moulded not fed to a sheep in wolves clothing. But Cormac has put his trust in my hands, he believes in what I believe, business wise at least, he sees the world how I see it now, and now he is angry , Jordan Ciserano simply knows why I do the things I do and sees the world through the same eyes as me and Pantheon the 3 of us are young, hungry, angry and not alone, never again will you outnumber us. On sunday night I mentioned numbers and while they weren't standing with us on Sunday night they watched and waited, in every corner and corridor, like landmines just waiting for me to push the trigger, Sequitus will grow, and Pantheon will sink under the tide as we wash over them removing all memory of the so called fantastic four of The WCF
===================================================================================================
Chapter 3: The Punkin Walks
We open on what looks like the same dream sequence from last time, the pumpkin mask on Caliban has rotted however and the test of time seems to of hit him, he isn't screaming or laughing or crying anymore, he is just silent, the crows either run away or land and play with the straw some funny bastard had poked in his ears and through his hair. It was crook wing the large mite infested raven that fucking dickHe used to be cool, that bird used to bring him perfectly rolled joints from one of his only breathing friends left in town, then Cabre moved on as well. Dammit now I am talking to myself, I was only thinking those words a second ago, Oh great and here comes Mr high and mighty here for my daily berating. A creature is making its way across the badly tended field in which our subject stands, it doesn't seem to be moving very easily in an old wicker wheel chair pulled behind a large white horse, as the creature gets closer it becomes more and more apparent that he doesn't have a head. The creature begins talking when he is barely audible all incredibly intricate insults too harsh for the human ear to decode ending with
How is my insanely over dramatic, egotistical and in way over his head son this fine evening?
Caliban growls an answer at him
200 years old man, let me down! I am done with fucking Ravens, you make me sick, you drove everyone that had any chance of giving us all a fucking future here into oblivion because they couldn't stand the stench your putrid existence anymore. Look if I ask nice will you just let me down for a piss? 200 YEARS IS WAY TOO LONG TO HOLD IT IN! I GOTTA PISS LIKE A POWERFUL MULE!
Oh no my boy that would just be too easy for you, I want you up there until the toxic shit you call urine is pumping out your fucking tear ducts do you understand me? You think that you can step to me, do you know who I am? I am the patron saint of fear and blood letting, I am the undeniable and I...
Have forgotten how to stand these days apparently, look we know you are never going to die but you were 400 years old 200 years ago and rebellion or not that throne is rightfully mine, the reason this place has stayed as ridiculous as it is, is because no matter how bad the argument against it was we have never deviated from that rule! Look at old king Wenceslas the guy went fucking nuts and took 400 of our best workers, shrunk them and fucked off to the north pole split base to make toys for kids on Earth! And you still gave his son the succession, how is Grandad by the way?
Jolly, unfortunately, and starting some kind of mutated cult is not the same as attempting to disregard the monarchy!
Well you don't die, Look at this place! Under your command those monkeys that follow you around couldn't even keep this fucking field tended never mind the Kingdom. You failed Father, you put down a rebellion and held onto your throne but your people hate you, your family are embarrassed by you. And the worst thing about all of it is that you know, you are not a stupid creature, you know exactly how everyone feels and how everyone in your care is suffering, THIS IS NOT A KINGDOM WITH A KING, NOW LET ME DOWN!
Boy you will be on that fucking stump scaring crows until somebody else attempts to kill me, then I will slice your throat myself just to make room for them up there. And then I'll put your bones in the meat grinder and use it to fertilize this field!
And with that the old man stands up and leaving his head on the wheelchair walks towards our scarecrow friend
Your mother made you this, do you know what it is? It's a loving torture wreath to hang round your neck, she spent quite a lot of time on it, it's made from only the most poisonous flowers of the Drakensange wood
The headless body places the wreath round the scarecrows neck and presses it against the exposed skin on his chest
The Punkin Screams
Jordan Caliban shoots up in bed, he is alone this time and seems to of fallen asleep in his wrestling gear, as we look around the scene we realize he isn't at home, instead he has fallen asleep in the back of his car again, a couple of the boys had offered him a couch for the night so how the hell did I end up here, and then it hits him,
I was waiting an came out for a smoke, I must of passed out, what time is it?
He looks at the clock and then stops
Why am I talking to myself?
He shakes it off and reads the clock, its 10 pm, hopefully still enough time to take the boys up on that offer, he gained a lot of respect somehow in the first couple of weeks at the Can-Am facility. Even some of the match ready guys wanted to get in the ring with someone who has just a pure love for the business. Fair enough they were beating the shit out of him but he was so made of metal anyways he just kept bouncing back up like rubber. But luckily he had been able to translate this into a long network of possible couches and sometimes even a spare bed. He stops to regard his dream for a second, he runs a hand over his chest and notices a slight red rash forming on it, he puts it down to having to shave it and reaches for his cell phone
Hey brotha you still up?
The scene flows back out of his car as the conversation tails off
=======================================
Revolution Radio Match Special
You wanna know why myself and Ciserano are gunna make short work of the "Wild Gangstas" it simple, speed, do these 2 really think they will be able to touch us let alone hit one of those supposed devastating double team maneuvers? Boys you are just another set of remnants of a time when people where able to make careers on potential, and then they become lazy give themselves a random name and expect to be the next big thing, I look at you 2 and I see another Corey and another Orbit, guys that need putting down before their boring and uninspiring brand of pro wrestling can be elevated as is so often the trend in this business today. I mean come on your marketable right? Thats what you are going for? I mean "The Original Gangster?" what the fuck does that even mean anymore, dude Dre has probably got shits stuck in his drain older than you, as for the Tommy Gun entrance what in the hell is that about? You know someone told me my entrance was pretentious last week so I showed them yours and well you won lets leave it at that.
Zack Wild, now Wild is a guy who should be more than he is, the only difference is it's Zachary's decisions that hold him down, he is involved with a cartoon character as a tag partner for one thing and another, Zack I have seen your in ring work and frankly you should've spent at least another 6 months training and putting together a move set that doesn't mirror what was considered a highly technical athlete in 1997. So it's simple the reason Jordan and I will walk over the original gangsters is the same reason that humanity dominated their sub species and ancestral specie to become the only Mammal of our kind still roaming the earth. You guys are the 90s doing it for the fame passion and pussy kinda guys, I don't see any kind of groundbreaking tactics or anything in the ring that shows you respect this business enough to push its boundaries. Zack I tried to wake you up by have Ciserano put you through an announce table, I hoped you would get the point. Up your game kid and up it now, forget burning warehouses, forget being the next big thing and forget Wild gangsters before the rest of the world forgets both of you
Sunday night is Jordan's debut, its also the first time Sequitus will work as a united front that will be bad for the gangsters, Pantheon and anyone else stupid enough to get in our way
