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[Caliban]

Prologue

We open on a street with a somewhat young man walking, hood up, eyes open and completely aware of the world around him, his body language is reading please don't acknowledge me and he is swiftly dodging in and out of every alley he finds. He stops at a few stalls in the market he enters quietly through the side gate. We can't tell if he is buying or selling but there is definitely an exchange going on, as he quickly exits the market and continues his skewed dander through the city streets, as this goes on an inner soliloquy kicks in

JC: My name is Jordan Caliban, my life is somewhat, complicated, I'm 25 years old, I live with my Beautiful girlfriend Sinnesy Rose, and yes that is a real name I swear. I work as a regular loser in a dive bar in the center of downtown London Ontario, You may be asking yourself what exactly it is I am doing out here acting shady as shit and twice as shifty.

He makes one more stop and this time we see an exchange up close but it's still damn near impossible to see who is benefiting from who in the exchange

JC: No I am not a pot dealer, although I am a fan I must admit, and yes one of those stops was for that purpose but at the same time there are other things to be a chicken shit about if you see what I do nearly every day. See when you look at me now you see something I got the chance to “create.” Ill show you pictures of a 15 year old, 19 year old, 22 year old Jordy and he won't be what you're looking at now. I was every kind of kid you made fun of in high school.

Flashback to Jordan walking the same way through his high school hall way, ducking and diving and attempting to avoid any and all contact with what he called the pseuperior race but still getting shit here and there, generic high school stuff

JC: I was that poor straight kid who attracted the gay speculation simply because I read Shakespeare

We then flash to a car accident with Jordan in the passenger seat, the screen fades to black and then quickly to Jordy in a wheel chair

JC: I smashed myself up and spent the last 4 years of high school in a wheelchair, But I'm not in it anymore so I don't dwell on the whole thing

Back to the present scene and we see Jordy making his way below an underpass

I like a lot of things In my life, I grew up in Northern Ireland and now I live in Canada, so I get to be all foreign and exotic and shit, and trust me in about 5 minutes your gunna see why that is a plus out here

He stops in at a beer store quickly, waving to the guys behind the counter, he walks over to the cheapo section and picks up 6 Pabst Blue Ribbon and makes his way to the counter to wait in line for the register

JC: I honest to god don't drink, I ran out of stomach when I was 18, after drinking something as sour as Buckfast for nearly 3 years and then cutting down to cider after that I honestly have had enough.

He gets to the counter

JC: But Sinnesy, she likes a beer at the end of the day and honestly I see it as my god given duty to make sure it happens.

Pays

JC: I'll have a drink on a night out but at home I just want Rockstar in the morning and coke all day after that, I say I drink a lot of water too but that's honest to god bullshit

And moves to the doors

JC: But that is where my second wife Mary comes in, she is my weed to Sinnesy's Hops and on a nice night chilled out on the couch with the most beautiful woman I have ever met

He sticks a small Joint in his mouth

JC: I like to slip into a nice perple daze

He makes his way across a road just avoiding the lights and makes his way on through the alleys till he comes to a side street off what looks like a main road and finally reaches a small house, Once inside the first and only door he finds and walks into is the bedroom where a goddess lays sleeping naked fully wrapped up in her own crimson hair, rolling over we catch the silhouette of the most perfect hour glass figure, the kind you would be able to spend hours exploring with your fingers just to have the pleasure of making her spine shiver, he reaches down kisses her behind the ear to which she moans and flaps him away as he sniggers

JC: Awake Siny actually loves when I do that, But with sleeping Siny, if I where to push this? We would probably see how many times my intestines would curl as they hit the floor

He quickly and quietly makes his exit from the room and enters a wide living space complete with Hipster stuff that's too dark to be hipster all over the walls, we see a huge portrait from Tim Burton's Vincent Price tribute “VINCENT” a story about a young boy obsessed with the master of divine tyranny.

JC: As I said, I like my life, but there are certain things that I gave myself up to when I decided I couldn't be the person I had been my entire life anymore

He crashes down onto his couch and picks up and X-Box controller

JC: This isn't the story of where I am going,

He picks up a half smoked blunt from the morning and stares at the Strawberry vanilla cheese cake bites

JC: Reason 350 of why I love my Girlfriend, she cooks like crazy

He throws one up into his mouth and munches down smiling like a very happy man

JC: This is the story of how I got here

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Chapter 1: To fall, To rise, To fall again

We open on a much younger Caliban, currently sitting in a doctors office, he has some bruising on his face and his arm in a sling, he looks relaxed and comfortable where his is wearing a black cotton blazer with the collar popped and a shirt underneath reading “keep calm and finish him”

Doctor: So, Mr Caliban to add to the list of injuries you seem to be collecting

The Doctor says this a little sharper than he should and reigns himself in

Doctor: We now have a hair line fracture in the right collar bone, adding to its already broken left sister, A badly damaged knee joint which is still 2 years away from being considered at full potential strength

JC: But I am walking like a human again Doc, The Igor era is gone

Doctor: Listen Jordy, you need to stop whatever it is you have been doing since you were 15 to give yourself this injury list

He tosses a clipboard down on the table between them, among the viewable ones along with those already known are the following

Whats broke beyond fixing:

6 weakened ribs from 3 different breakages

A pinhole in the right lung from one of the broken ribs

Bone spurs in the ankles that don't seem to clear up

Doctor: The list is much longer but even that will get boring in a minute

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We jump to Jordy shaking the doctors hand as he leaves the office

Doctor: Listen Kid you need to calm down, your only 20 years old and your body is traumatized beyond basic function, I don't think you can take another fuck up like this

JC: DR Beck, sir, listen, I honestly am doing nothing to cause this, I roll around on a skateboard the way you take your bike to work. I don't fight or play sport, I sit at home like a lazy slob doing fuck all and every now and then bad luck kicks my ass at work or crossing the street

Doctor: Wow, well I can't prescribe anything for that mate sorry

JC: Cheers Mitch

Doctor: Anytime Jordy, keep your head down, please

We follow Jordan out the door and watch as he hobbles down the steps and painfully enters a cab, the cab driver opens his door and runs round to help, he is a round man but not morbidly so, speaking in a thick South London with a little time in Manchester accent

Cab Driver: Jesus Jordy would you wait a second mate

He helps the subject of our interest into the car then runs round jumping in the drivers seat, he puts the key in the ignition and heads out of the car park

Cab Driver: Here ya go kid, I figure you could do with this

he hands Jordy a partially smoked blunt

JC: Cheers Jay you're a god mate

Dave the Cabbie: So kid, what they say?

JC: They said that they couldn't even use me for spare parts anymore dude, I'm done, bodies gone. And I did shit all with it

Dave the Cabbie: What! You seriously believe guys who dress in white coats and work in a whiter than bleached white building, how do you feel you're doing right now?

JC: Dude I don't really feel like a whole human being anymore, there are literally parts of me that just fall off and float around under my skin. I am taller than my mum but she has to get things on the higher shelves for me because I can't stand up straight enough to reach them even when I have the use of both arms. NOT TO MENTION IF I HAVE TO TEACH MYSELF HOW TO ROLL AGAIN I WILL BE PISSED.

Dave the Cabbie: I still don't like the idea of that story, it makes me really uneasy

JC: Yeah man: twice I've had to do that shit

Dave the Cabbie: I really don't understand why you don't just get a vaporizer

JC: Because my mum wouldn't ha....

The conversation tale's off as they turn into what looks like a parking lot surrounded by semi-detached low rent houses, Jordan thanks the Cabbie and makes his way into his backyard, the walls were bright white and a regular old brown shed door had been hung between them, you couldn't see a damn thing from the outside and the walls felt like they reached up to the sky on a dark night from the inside. We follow Caliban through a typical patio back garden and into his house

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Switch too night and Jordy is in his backyard, its about 2am and he is having his last joint of the night there are cats fighting in the background and the sweet scent of a stolen and now burning car fills the air. The estate was always full of noise at this time of night, drunks, fools, kids and of course the various members of the paramilitary groups that ran the small town of Coleraine from the not so behind the scenes. As he sits silently smoking his spliff he glances over at the hand sized hole used for opening the gate from the outside and for a split second something incredibly fast and incredibly orange shoots past the hole....

[Caliban]

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...

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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!

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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

[Caliban]

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

Creature: How is my insanely over dramatic, egotistical and in way over his head son this fine evening?

Caliban growls an answer at him

JC: 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!

Creature: 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...

JC: 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?

Creature: Jolly, unfortunately, and starting some kind of mutated cult is not the same as attempting to disregard the monarchy!

JC: 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!

Creature: 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

Creature: 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

Creature (whispering into caliban's ear): The Punkin Screams

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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,

JC: 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

JC: 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

JC: Hey brotha you still up?

The scene flows back out of his car as the conversation tails off

[Caliban]

Chapter 4: The old men have their say

We open on young Jordy sitting at his computer, he is back home again, the groaning in the bed is paired with a silhouette in the background behind him, the shape gives a small squeak and he shushes her and runs a hand over her back before going back to what he was doing. At this point his instant messenger opens; the message is from his trainer Scott

Scott: So I had that conversation with our bookers and they said that they are ready to let you get in the ring, you debut against Samson in 2 weeks at border pro, although don’t decide on that just yet I have something I want you to read

Jordan: OK, well I don’t know if I can wait any longer man, I mean I have been waiting 15 years for this and frankly I’m astounded I am even at this point right now

Scott: Just read the email I am forwarding you

Jordy goes to his Inbox and opens the email first reading the address [e-mail] the email itself is written in very formal English, showing that it is a none native speaker who is typing

Hello Scott

I received the tapes of your young friend and I am interested in having him at the Dojo for 2 months to train with us at Michinoku Pro, I am willing to give the training on scholarship if he can pay for his flight out here and we can accommodate him with a bunk while he is here. I will give him the opportunity to earn an allowance working with our ring crew. The medical reports you sent me are my only concern, this man should not be able to undertake training in your Dojo never mind our own style of heavy handed training. Although he does pass international training standards here as well and I am willing to forego this concern, we have a class starting in one week and need him in Japan 2 days prior to that to acclimate him and make sure he is rested. Please make him aware that this will not be easy and he will receive no special treatment. If at the end of his 2 month stint he has progressed well I will even give him an opportunity to work for the young dragon gate promotion. Tell him I am excited to meet him he seems to be very enthusiastic about the whole wrestling experience and we would consider him very welcome here

You’re Friend

Taka

Jordy: Fuck off is this real?

Scott: Yes, and you have enough in the fund left to pay your flight

Jordy: That money is for training here dude

Scott: Jordy if you go and train there you will be a hot enough commodity to come back here and train anywhere you want for free, don't you get it kid, this is like the Harvard tour of pro wrestling. Do this kid, trust me, do it

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We jump to 5 days later and Jordy is taking off from Toronto Pearson for a 2 month stint in Japan, he is trying to relax in his seat but has never truly been a fan of taking off on an aeroplane, sitting next to him is a moderately old Japanese man who is watching him with some amusement

Old man: You have trouble with flying?

Jordy through his teeth answers as politely as possible

Jordan Caliban: What gave me away?

Old man: Your knuckles, they are purple

Jordy looks down and the plane levels off, he releases the vice grip and the red rushes back into his pale white hands

Jordan Caliban: It’s just the taking off, it makes my bones rattle, and I don't like it

Old Man: Ah yes I know that feeling, but that is a sensation an old man should know, why do you suffer its effects?

Jordan Caliban: At the minute there are 5 steel plates, 6 bolts and 3 wires holding parts of me together

Old Man: Why?

Jordan Caliban: I’m training to be a professional wrestler why else?

The old man smiles and reaches down to the floor where his bag is hidden below the seat

Old Man: I am going to show you something although you must be careful of your reaction or this will not be a pleasant journey for either of us, you understand?

Caliban nods quietly and his eyes are almost popping out of his head in anticipation as the gentleman opens his bag and tells him to look inside, nestled in the bag is a mask of red and white and black with shaggy curly black hair stitched into the back

Jordan Caliban: Fuck off, you’re not? No way!

The gentleman quiets him down

Old Man: Yes, now shush or you will have to move every 15 minutes for a picture every time one of the passengers goes to the bathroom, what’s your name?

Jordan Caliban: Jordan Caliban Mr li…

Old Man: Let’s call me Cho, ok?

Caliban waits for a second getting his head round his request and then continues

Jordan Caliban: I don’t get it, I thought all you guys flew in private jets and shit?

Cho: I am no Rick Flair Mr Caliban, we just like to over play things and unbelievably the image of the American pro wrestler is something we would like to portray as much as you all do

Jordan Caliban: Not me mate, screw that shit, I like coach, I have been travelling since I was 16, 4 different countries for 5 different surgeries

The man calling himself Cho laughs at this and asks him why

Jordan Caliban: Because it was the only thing I could do, this is the only thing I want to do and honestly I should not be capable of doing it, and as you should know, if I can survive training in the Dojo I can survive the ring

Cho: So you’re pushing yourself to see if you can endure?

Jordan Caliban: I guess if you wanted a bread and butter summary of the whole thing then yeah you could call it that

The old man laughs and the conversation is drowned out by the sound of the captain’s entertainment announcement

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The scene turns no to the character we have come to know as the Punkin who for story purposes still wears the clothes and tattoos of Jordan Caliban, is hanging on his post; the only noise is the rustling foliage of the scarred earth around him, he lifts his head and groans

Punkin: Oh god, what a glorious morning to be hanging out on the stump, I mean it’s not like I couldn’t be doing something productive like I dunno, pissing in my old mans bed! The sun is rising over this piece of chalk they used to call land and the carnival of screaming souls that was once my people continues to suffer and damn it I just want to be gone from it all, I can’t take it anymore, this, this is the only way to make a mad man madder without driving him completely sane, and yet here I am talking to myself yet again

A throat clears behind him and the scarecrow struggles to look over his shoulder

Voice: And there was me thinking I made a friend

The voice allows itself a small gleeful giggle and then a shuffling noise is heard as if someone was half dragging their own body around behind itself

Voice: It has been a long time young Punkin

Punkin: And who may I ask are you to be addressing The Prince of Goreyville in such a tone?

Voice: Ill can be whoever the hell I want to be, and will can make you whoever I want you to be, a fitting thought for one who seems to be consumed in his own title

Punkin: Adeus? Adeus you old fuck is that really you!?

Adeus: Possibly, but you say the name with glee, especially one so synonymous with your father

Punkin: Ah get fucked old boy you're the one who led the great retreat, you pulled all the boys out of the shit they left me neck deep in, now get me the fuck off this pole

Adeus: Patience young one, you might want to hear what I have to say before I will can help you, Bethalum is a place you must give great sacrifice to be allowed entry, your soul must be split just to get through the gate

Punkin: Split? What do you mean split? So only half of me can enter your sanctuary? That makes no sense, what happens to the other half and how in the hell am I meant to survive such a separation? I am assuming it is at least a spiritual thing and not a physically taking a chainsaw to my body and removing some weight?

Adeus: Some would consider it the same thing, but yes essentially it would be half in and half out but you see there is a process for that, the race on earth, the ones it is claimed does not own its own soul

Punkin: Do you mean Gingers?

Adeus: The ones who are held in disgust for the uneasy subconscious fear such a creature can have on a regular human being

Punkin: Holy fuck you're talking about GINGERS!

Adeus: Those of burnt colored hair


Punkin: OH FOR FUCK SAKE Adeus they are called Ginger, red heads, Fanta pants, the faulty race that should never have been, the soule… Fuck no; you’re kidding me, that’s what they are? They have been created so you can store half souls?

Adeus: Not necessarily but it is a convenient use we have for them, you see having to grow up lacking the thing that give human beings their natural human instincts has driven this particular cell of people into a higher state of mind, or has at least given them the potential to realize it. Think about it, there are 2 kinds of those humans, the ones who hide themselves from the world and everyone makes fun of for the see through skin and spotty complexion. And then there are those Ginger people who are considered as people of great beauty and worth, the soul of this race lies in its own self-belief and self-awareness and it is a journey for each of them to gain it. Half of that soul exists in their subconscious making them immensely self-aware through years of ridicule while the other half resides where a soul belongs in the hidden S ventricle of the human heart, the part of the body the human spirit is pumped from

Punkin: So you want me to put half of myself in some Ginger cunt from the real world?

Adeus: Yes…

Punkin: That’s the stupidest thing I have ever heard

Adeus: I told you that it was something you would have to get your head around before I could help you, but as ultimately unstable as it seems this is how we do this, this is how you get off that pole

Punkin: So I guess I don’t have much choice

Adeus: Good, you will hear from me

The old man fades away and the shuffling noise can be heard as if the spirit left the body to fade and is shuffling away invisibly on its own

Punkin: Adeus, ADEUS! JUST LET ME DOWN FOR A PEE!? Please?

But the old man is gone

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We do a bit of a time jump and find Jordan Caliban who is on the roof of his apartment building in Japan, the sprawl of Japanese city life is below him, he has been in Japan for 2 weeks and the training is starting to take its toll, his mind goes back to a conversation he had with the English Liaison officer for the facility, he was taken into the trainer’s room and… The scene flows into the one that has been playing through Caliban’s mind for the past few hours, they are sitting on opposite benches and Jordy has head down with a towel covering it

Officer: Look Jordy we know about your medical conditioning and we have watched you in the ring, you can go for about 5 minutes but then you just seem to lose all your energy, we think that you may not be cut out for this after all. 5 minutes of action is not enough to make a genuine contribution on any wrestling show I am sorry

Jordan takes the towel off his head

Jordan Caliban: I know I have been feeling it myself but look I just need to work on my cardio a little bit more and maybe it will improve you just have to give me a chance, please? Rosh my man you can’t send me home now, this is everything I ever wanted seriously please

The scene fades away from the pleading Jordy back to the roof top on which we began it’s getting dark and the Shadows are taking hold as the sunlight dies, just as Jordan lights a joint and sits on the ledge with his feet hanging off the roof a voice scares the pants off him and he nearly tumbles down a 4 story drop

Voice: You look like you have something on your mind young one

Jordan Caliban: JESUS! WHAT THE HELL MAN NOBODY ELSE IS MEANT TO BE ABLE TO GET UP HERE! I NEARLY FUCKING DIED, THE HELL ARE YOU ANYWAYS!?

Voice: Breathe little demon breathe, it’s OK I am here to be of assistance to you and your big aspirations

Jordan gets off the ledge and stands up walking towards the dark shape of a decrepit old man wavering behind him almost as if it’s not there, the voice is old crusted and dusty, it’s the same man we heard speak to Punkin Earlier

Adeus: You may want to stay back a little bit there kid, the smell isn't meant for your kind

Jordy ignores the warning and walks forward a few paces before the smell of death and rotting decay hits him like a baseball bat to the skull, the smell stuns him and sends him backwards again

Jordan Caliban: Look old boy I don’t know how you got up here but you need to take yourself and whatever dead animal that is keeping you company under that quilt and get the fuck off my roof

Adeus: But I am here to help you

Jordan Caliban: Help me! Help me? Look I know I am in trouble but it is gunna take a lot more than a trilobite holding road kill to get me out of the spot I am in

The old man chuckles at Caliban’s description and steps a little further back into the shadow and sitting on an unseen ledge

Adeus: What if I told you that I can help you reach your fullest potential? What if I told you that inside you is space which I can fill with the ability to make your wildest dreams come true

Jordan Caliban: What if I told you I heard more convincing stories about an old boy called Mr Twiddle when my mum was trying to get me to go to sleep at night?

The old man growls and lets the insult wash over him, thinking deeply about the young man in front of him

Adeus: It’s almost like they are made for each other, but then the 2 personalities could tear the body apart, but I need the Punkin for my plan to work and this boy is really the only candidate at the minute, he is of perfect age and has a lifestyle that the Punkin will enjoy immensely. We then also have to decide whether Mr Caliban will be mentally stable enough to handle voluntary multiple personality disorder. Then there is the issue of having a true blood in Bethalum for the 1st time in 150 years and there has never been a member of the Goreyville nobility’s direct line cross the barrier before, others may notice his presence, it could get messy we would need to make the connections before, but how do you?

Jordan Caliban: HELLLOOOO! Dude, speak for fuck sake I have been staring at you for the past 5 minutes while you rustled?

The old man just laughs and then in a blink seems to fade into his shadows and for lack of a better word leave, Caliban confused steps into the dark, the smell, the figure, the voice, all gone

Jordan Caliban: HELLO?

[Caliban]

Chapter 5: Caliban's turn around

Date: 03/30/2011
Location: Kaientai Dojo Japan

We open in the gym, still in Japan the time that has passed is clear on Caliban's face, his hair is longer, his beard hasn't been trimmed in weeks, his body has grown considerably and all the issues he was having last time we saw him are gone. He is sitting watching video tape of Cactus Jack Foley's early days in the Japanese death match circuit. He is alone in a dark room with some scattered seats and desks in there, Caliban is sitting cross-legged on one of the desks lost in the video, his trainer Rosh enters the viewing room and hits pause behind Caliban's back startling him

Caliban: Jesus! Didn't yer ma ever tell you to knock dude! Scared the shit out of me!

Rosh: Yeah you managed to man up and become a pussy all at the same time, you have been jumpy for months kid, your performance has gone through the roof but you seem so scared all the time. We are getting kinda worried there is something you're not telling us. If it's juice you need to tell me now before it goes any further

Caliban bursts out laughing and pats his friend on the knee,

Caliban: Seriously? Dude with the amount of weed I smoke Juice would have given me a heart attack on the first go. I just, I keep thinking someone is following me and a couple of months back an old boy somehow found his way on and off my roof without going through my apartment and he left in front of my eyes, I just dunno

Rosh tosses him a confused look and lets out a sigh

Rosh: Japan is a weird fucking place kid, a lot of people here have issues with reality more severe even than yours

The middle aged Japanese trainer smiles a goofy smile and Caliban lightens up a bit

Rosh: Anyways your debuting in the death match circuit tonight right?

Caliban: You know I am! Don't be a wise ass, they need a spot monkey for an exhibition with Mr JUN, it isn't exactly the Tokyo Dome but I'm young ha ha

Caliban smiles warmly at the trainer and the scene trails off

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Date: Same day/later that night
Location: Minato City, Tokyo, Japan

We find Caliban again later in a secluded little closet with a single light tube almost laughing at him as he gathers his courage for the light tubes and ladders death match he has spent the last 4 hours planning with a translator and the big japanese dude from the bath house in Singapore in Pirates of the Caribbean 3. The room almost resembles the hospital room he feels in his future and the smell of bleach doesn't help the sensation, his phone goes off

Text From Rosh: Hey man remember, it isn't the Tokyo dome, good luck, Rosh

Caliban stands up and goes to the grimey cracked mirror hung above a tiny cracked sink, he rubs his eyes down with some cold water and when he looks back up the face of an old man is in the mirror, He yelps and almost falls over his gear on the floor

Caliban: HOLY SHIT!

He tries the door but it doesn't even rattle it's closed so abnormally tight

Old man: Calm boy! What is wrong with you?

The face in the mirrors question echoes through the room and Caliban turns to face it, fury filled and sick of this shit he growls at the mirror in response

Caliban: You are not here! I am simply way to fucking high to be getting in the ring tonight, that's what this is, its my mind telling me that I need to go home and go to sleep

Old man: Nah mate, this is a 1600 year old man telling you, you are being a fucking pussy, SNAP OUT OF IT! I came here to give you something

Caliban: I don't want it!

The old man's smile fades and anger crowds his brow with crevasse's of age

Old man: You seem to have taken all the others, why deny this one?

Caliban: I have taken nothing from you, you dirty rotten filthy old bag man from the 8Th pit of hell

The old mans smile returns

Old man: Ah the 8Th pit of hell, You know I went there on holiday once and ran into this trio cute little Harpie lady triplets, god it was such a nice place once, but they have since turned it into a prison and are anxiously awaiting the arrival of of Spongebob squarepants and all his horrible little friends

Caliban: SHUT UP!

Old man: NO! Listen to me you little dork, do you really think a little dweeb like you would be anything you are now without any help? The last time we met you lasted 5 minutes in a ring, now your endurance has you going iron man even when you are sparring. Do you really think you would be about to face a God in your world if it wasn't for some slim intervention from mine, Take this

The mirror spits out a mask and it hits Caliban in the face and slaps into the sink below staring up at him, it has a sinister goofy image of a Punkin stitched into is in Fine orange stitching grey shadowing for the eyes and mouth. It's perfect luchadore mask for what Caliban needs to be feeling now, it just looks off setting

Old man: Wear it in the ring

As Caliban begins to mount protest the face fades to nothing before his argument is fully formed

The scene cuts

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20 minutes later and Caliban gets his curtain call, he stands up, checks his gear and goes to the door, he then shrugs, reaches back picking up the mask and slides it over his face on the way out the door

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A disclaimer appears on the screen

Disclaimer: We were not granted access to show the full match between Caliban and Mr Jun but we have been sent a showreel from said match, the following while short is not for the weak of heart and portrays a Light tubes and Ladders death match from the 30th of March 2011, enjoy but take the kids out of the room

Then we get a black screen but We hear crowd noise in the background and what sounds like a light tube being busted over someones head, the lights go up and we are in a moderately sized hall, standing in a ring that looks to be held together with duct tape and good faith are Caliban and a Japanese man we shall call Mr Jun, the light tube we heard was Caliban's opponent busting one over his own head and he is now proceeding to eat the shards. He gets right in Caliban's face smiling letting the glass fall out, Cali regards him for a second and then head butts his opponent in the mouth before kicking him in the nuts and capering away screaming at the top of his voice. He drops to one knee and reaches into his back pocket producing something black. His opponent watches from the floor spitting blood and glass out of his mouth as Caliban pulls on the mask we saw him being given in the locker room. At that point his opponent attacks

We go into montage mode starting with Caliban being back dropped out of the ring through a light tube table, the scene switches to Caliban's opponent smashing light tube after light tube over the young Irishman's head in the corner, the ring itself is completely surrounded by light tubes which have been strapped to the ropes. As the scene changes the momentum does with it, we see one more light tube shot and Caliban lets out a huge scream before jumping on his opponent mounting his foe and head butting him over and over again creating space and then swinging for the fences with a cluster of connected light tubes of his own which his opponent doesn't seem to pay much attention to, to Caliban's bewilderment. We switch to a sequence where Jun pulls out a bag of thumb tacks and tries to German Caliban on them but the Irishman lands on his feet and at the risk of his own body delivers the dirtiest looking reverse rana in Japanese wrestling history dragging the man down on his head and the thumbtacks. We see him hit the 720 DDT and then attempt the olenado on the outside only to be caught and held in mid air before being flung back over Juns head into a ladder behind him sending him crashing into it as the crowd applaudes in a display of awe only Japanese wrestling crowds can portray. We end with a quick shot of a death valley driver from Jun off a ladder to the thumb tacks and then some how miraculously Caliban nailing an early attempt at a superstar double shooting star off a ladder in the ring through Jun and a light tube table on the outside of the ring

The screen fades to black as the japanese crowd goes nuts at the end counting the 3, the video ends with the sound of a ring bell being rung