Post by Caliban on Feb 18, 2014 21:50:12 GMT -5
Caliber of the bullet you claim to be
We open on Caliban again in front of his dead rabbits back drop, he looks slightly smaller than usual, the losses of Sequitus that week seem to be weighing on their preachers shoulders, one of which i still wrapped up 2 days after the dislocation
Time bomb is going to be a big night for WCF new tag champs finally crowned, the road to a new world heavyweight champion being paved and a night we get to see if Pantheon's alliances are as strong as they claim, so it's time to rally the troops, we have a battle to prepare for. It's time to make good on the thing we have claimed, no more falling behind, I will not be put down and let my friends be put down over and over and over again.
He stops and contemplates what to say next, he scratches the back of his head and then a light switches on in there
Time bomb could be synonymous with many phrases in possibility, Jonny Fly lose the WCF title, Pantheon member ejected after personal conduct flairs old arguments, Lupus dies, Stacy Robinson annihilates Chelsea Armstrong, all of those are possibilities but one phrase will be for certain and it will be heard twice that night, and those words that will ring out through the arena end up as follows, SEQUITUS WINS, but I'm done talking to you people now so excuse me I gotta plane to catch
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Date: 18/02/2014
Place: A diner somewhere in downtown Tokyo, Japan
We open on Jordan Caliban sitting in a diner somewhere in the world, after the match with Stacy Robinson he had an oriental commitment to take care of and as far as the surroundings say he is in Japan. Sitting across the table from him is an old man he calls Cho but there is something familiar in the way the man carry's himself
Jordan Caliban: I hate that flight, why the hell haven't we found a better way to get here yet
Cho: Was it the flight or the show before
Caliban looks at the old boy and then stares at his strapped shoulder
Jordan Caliban: What the hell do you think? How often do you do a day turn around in the USA for? Thanks to this the only thing Im able to do here is a personal appearance
Cho: At my Granddaughter's birthday party
Jordan Caliban: Yeah well I can't be a clown all the time, Ill try and make her happy though, Sinney sent me a bag of American Candy to quell her anyways
Cho: Kid why are you on the path you are on? I see the guy on TV you are every Sunday night and it isn't the kid I met 6 years ago
Jordan Caliban: It is, there is just a lot more people not liking what I am saying these days, when you jump into a place like WCF you need to make a splash, you need to piss off as many people as you can and it gets you where you want to be, I pissed off Corey and got a PPV all of my own thanks to it, I pissed off Orbit and re-debuted and wrestled in the main event of slam, something I had never done before.
Cho: But Jordy you lost, don't you get it? The last time you joined this company you were winning from the second match
Jordan Caliban (under his breath): Would of won the first one too....
Cho: REGARDLESS, this Sequitus thing isnt working for you or any of your guys right now, don't you think its time you went back to being the happy guy?
Caliban looks into his friends eyes, a look of disbelief in his own
Jordan Caliban: Listen thunder, Sequitus is what the world needs right now, Sequitus is my way to force the gate open to the top of this game, I am already in a tag team title shot position
Cho: Against 3 other teams
Jordan Caliban: This is true but Jordan and I already took out the Wild Gangsters once, they wont be a threat, Zack's eyes tell stories the life he his living doesn't match up with what he thought it would be. They are weak holding up a strong shield, a shield myself and Jordan Ciserano will bust through in 30 seconds flat. The gangster himself called us a job squad until we left him and his partner laying, those boys can bring the bikes the beers and an AK-47 when this is all over we can pile them high in the ring and set them on fire along with the wild gangsters careers, those guys aren't a threat I promise you
Cho: I agree they don't really strike me as tag champ material, but then neither do you, be careful Jordan and anyways those guys are the least of their worries, what do we actually know about the kingdom?
Jordan Caliban: Not a thing, not a god damn thing
Cho: Well that's great, you cant find anything on these guys?
Jordan Caliban: OK so maybe I have seen some things, they have this sick spike pile driver thing that's just got to be avoided at all costs, and they are purely a tag team which works against pretty much every single one of us. The Shadows are very much together but if they where given a choice just like the other 75 percent of this match they would go for a world title before tag titles. These guys aren't like that, when they step in the ring their heads wont be any higher in the clouds than they want to be while the rest of us will still be looking up, I intend to change that, see I realized through personal endeavors Sequitus became weak, we need to realize that being seen as a dominant team is just as important as being simply dominant wrestlers. The kingdom can try from now to come but the wont get past me and my boy Ciserano on Sunday night I promise you
Cho gets a phone call at this point and quickly makes excuses to leave, the 2 men hug and bow and Cho leaves hopping into a waiting town car, Caliban watches him leave and looks down at the skateboard beside the table, his mind wanders back to the first time he ever met Cho and the similarities to the Darkness Sequitus face's in the shadows at Time bomb that where shown in another visit from an older soul on that journey, our scene ends there walking slowly into Jordan's day dreams of the past
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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 michinokudriver42@gmail.com 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?
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Date: 19/02/2014
Place: A hotel in Japan, it's 4 am
Jordan Caliban shoots up in bed, the strange memories and awesome occurrences that went down his first 2 weeks in Japan all those years ago still swimming through his head, he watches the shadows dance off the walls from the city lights hitting the screens on his windows, he stretches out and his mind goes to his teams most formidable opponents on Sunday night, the newly combined by jewelry Shadows. And there in lies his problem, Caliban has long looked up to night rider the same way the emo kids in charming probably do to the Bikers, if you watch that show, the guy was dark side before he knew what the force was. The there is Death bringer, Jesus Christ this woman is intense, she makes breakfast every morning singing flight of the Valkyries at the top of her voice, the on night he passed out on their couch she scared the shit outta him in the morning! Walked into the kitchen and she is making Bacon. But knowing your opponents doesnt make them anything else when the bell rings, he has learnt, from way too much past experience not to fear any form of darkness and instead embrace it where it is presented to him. An inner monologue runs through his weary head as goes back to sleep
The darkness will fall at time bomb, just like everybody else, I lived in shadow for so long and I know very easily how to eradicate it, Night rider I have taken you out before and I will do it again. The clock stops at time bomb and Sequitus will show who we really are capable of being. Once that bomb goes off on Sunday night we will be the shrapnel sticking in every single part of this company. A new constitution in WCF standing for more than Pantheon, or the Wild Gangsters or the kingdom and even the Shadows themselves arent capable of and that is being the next step in professional wrestling, the evolution of the sport and industry we love, they are not capable of being Sequitus
We open on Caliban again in front of his dead rabbits back drop, he looks slightly smaller than usual, the losses of Sequitus that week seem to be weighing on their preachers shoulders, one of which i still wrapped up 2 days after the dislocation
Time bomb is going to be a big night for WCF new tag champs finally crowned, the road to a new world heavyweight champion being paved and a night we get to see if Pantheon's alliances are as strong as they claim, so it's time to rally the troops, we have a battle to prepare for. It's time to make good on the thing we have claimed, no more falling behind, I will not be put down and let my friends be put down over and over and over again.
He stops and contemplates what to say next, he scratches the back of his head and then a light switches on in there
Time bomb could be synonymous with many phrases in possibility, Jonny Fly lose the WCF title, Pantheon member ejected after personal conduct flairs old arguments, Lupus dies, Stacy Robinson annihilates Chelsea Armstrong, all of those are possibilities but one phrase will be for certain and it will be heard twice that night, and those words that will ring out through the arena end up as follows, SEQUITUS WINS, but I'm done talking to you people now so excuse me I gotta plane to catch
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Date: 18/02/2014
Place: A diner somewhere in downtown Tokyo, Japan
We open on Jordan Caliban sitting in a diner somewhere in the world, after the match with Stacy Robinson he had an oriental commitment to take care of and as far as the surroundings say he is in Japan. Sitting across the table from him is an old man he calls Cho but there is something familiar in the way the man carry's himself
Jordan Caliban: I hate that flight, why the hell haven't we found a better way to get here yet
Cho: Was it the flight or the show before
Caliban looks at the old boy and then stares at his strapped shoulder
Jordan Caliban: What the hell do you think? How often do you do a day turn around in the USA for? Thanks to this the only thing Im able to do here is a personal appearance
Cho: At my Granddaughter's birthday party
Jordan Caliban: Yeah well I can't be a clown all the time, Ill try and make her happy though, Sinney sent me a bag of American Candy to quell her anyways
Cho: Kid why are you on the path you are on? I see the guy on TV you are every Sunday night and it isn't the kid I met 6 years ago
Jordan Caliban: It is, there is just a lot more people not liking what I am saying these days, when you jump into a place like WCF you need to make a splash, you need to piss off as many people as you can and it gets you where you want to be, I pissed off Corey and got a PPV all of my own thanks to it, I pissed off Orbit and re-debuted and wrestled in the main event of slam, something I had never done before.
Cho: But Jordy you lost, don't you get it? The last time you joined this company you were winning from the second match
Jordan Caliban (under his breath): Would of won the first one too....
Cho: REGARDLESS, this Sequitus thing isnt working for you or any of your guys right now, don't you think its time you went back to being the happy guy?
Caliban looks into his friends eyes, a look of disbelief in his own
Jordan Caliban: Listen thunder, Sequitus is what the world needs right now, Sequitus is my way to force the gate open to the top of this game, I am already in a tag team title shot position
Cho: Against 3 other teams
Jordan Caliban: This is true but Jordan and I already took out the Wild Gangsters once, they wont be a threat, Zack's eyes tell stories the life he his living doesn't match up with what he thought it would be. They are weak holding up a strong shield, a shield myself and Jordan Ciserano will bust through in 30 seconds flat. The gangster himself called us a job squad until we left him and his partner laying, those boys can bring the bikes the beers and an AK-47 when this is all over we can pile them high in the ring and set them on fire along with the wild gangsters careers, those guys aren't a threat I promise you
Cho: I agree they don't really strike me as tag champ material, but then neither do you, be careful Jordan and anyways those guys are the least of their worries, what do we actually know about the kingdom?
Jordan Caliban: Not a thing, not a god damn thing
Cho: Well that's great, you cant find anything on these guys?
Jordan Caliban: OK so maybe I have seen some things, they have this sick spike pile driver thing that's just got to be avoided at all costs, and they are purely a tag team which works against pretty much every single one of us. The Shadows are very much together but if they where given a choice just like the other 75 percent of this match they would go for a world title before tag titles. These guys aren't like that, when they step in the ring their heads wont be any higher in the clouds than they want to be while the rest of us will still be looking up, I intend to change that, see I realized through personal endeavors Sequitus became weak, we need to realize that being seen as a dominant team is just as important as being simply dominant wrestlers. The kingdom can try from now to come but the wont get past me and my boy Ciserano on Sunday night I promise you
Cho gets a phone call at this point and quickly makes excuses to leave, the 2 men hug and bow and Cho leaves hopping into a waiting town car, Caliban watches him leave and looks down at the skateboard beside the table, his mind wanders back to the first time he ever met Cho and the similarities to the Darkness Sequitus face's in the shadows at Time bomb that where shown in another visit from an older soul on that journey, our scene ends there walking slowly into Jordan's day dreams of the past
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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 michinokudriver42@gmail.com 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?
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Date: 19/02/2014
Place: A hotel in Japan, it's 4 am
Jordan Caliban shoots up in bed, the strange memories and awesome occurrences that went down his first 2 weeks in Japan all those years ago still swimming through his head, he watches the shadows dance off the walls from the city lights hitting the screens on his windows, he stretches out and his mind goes to his teams most formidable opponents on Sunday night, the newly combined by jewelry Shadows. And there in lies his problem, Caliban has long looked up to night rider the same way the emo kids in charming probably do to the Bikers, if you watch that show, the guy was dark side before he knew what the force was. The there is Death bringer, Jesus Christ this woman is intense, she makes breakfast every morning singing flight of the Valkyries at the top of her voice, the on night he passed out on their couch she scared the shit outta him in the morning! Walked into the kitchen and she is making Bacon. But knowing your opponents doesnt make them anything else when the bell rings, he has learnt, from way too much past experience not to fear any form of darkness and instead embrace it where it is presented to him. An inner monologue runs through his weary head as goes back to sleep
The darkness will fall at time bomb, just like everybody else, I lived in shadow for so long and I know very easily how to eradicate it, Night rider I have taken you out before and I will do it again. The clock stops at time bomb and Sequitus will show who we really are capable of being. Once that bomb goes off on Sunday night we will be the shrapnel sticking in every single part of this company. A new constitution in WCF standing for more than Pantheon, or the Wild Gangsters or the kingdom and even the Shadows themselves arent capable of and that is being the next step in professional wrestling, the evolution of the sport and industry we love, they are not capable of being Sequitus
