Post by Caliban on Jan 31, 2016 15:07:13 GMT -5
We open on a black screen, a tone from a voice mail service sounds followed by the usual calm polite voice telling the user it has 3 new messages and then the first one begins dated December 31st 2015, it's a recording of Sinnesy Rose's voice
Sinney: Hello? Hello? Jordan?
She sighs and gives in
Sinney: Punkin? Punkin if you get this please, please just call me, I don't know what's happening, I... You have been gone for weeks and unless its WCF related on TV on online I haven't seen or heard from you. You missed Christmas, your missing my Mum's new years party now as well, I have had to tell the family you are away on tour even though we both know you are hold up in some shitty motel alone smoking weed.... come home
The message ends and the tone goes off again this time dated January 6th 2016
Sinney: Hey sweetheart, happy new year, Sam, you remember Sam right? Your son? He popped his first olly on your old mini Peralta board in the garage a few days ago, I remember the first day he found that thing you said he would work it out early, that he looked so natural, like his father does in a wrestling ring and what do you know
Her voice starts to break up here
Sinney: 4 years old on a board still larger than he is, please come home to us....
She can be heard crying as this message ends, the 3rd and final tone goes off it's dated for January 18th 2016
Sinney: It occured to me the other day that I don't even know if this is real, I never have, I mean is it all an act, is this all some early mid life crisis deal where you just so happened to of created your self and escapist character in your head in case life got to hard for you? I'm done, come home, come home right now and that's a fucking order, I don't care who you are or are pretending to be you will come home to me or you will never see your kids or me again, and regardless of your stupid mind frame this family was created by that body, tell me your chest doesn't hurt when I tell you that it will never hold them again....
The final message ends and we are again enveloped by the empty darkness of the screen for a few seconds before the void is yet again filled with noise
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
We get a quick cut to Sinneys rose in her kitchen, a date and time stamp appears on the screen for a few seconds, it's the 29th of January 2016, the knock on the door makes her look up from cutting vegetables for dinner, she yells to wait a minute while drying her hands, she looks through peep hole then takes a large breath brushing herself down and checking how she looks in the mirror before opening the door
Sinnesy: You a week and a half late, I ordered you to come home 11 days ago, what the hell took you so long
She goes to embrace him but he holds up a single finger placing it on her forehead stopping the advance bending his body back away from her
Punkin: This is the face you want but I can assure you it isn't the man you want, please don't touch me, he crys when you do that
Sinnesy: Who does?
Punkin: Your husband of course now shut up and let me in, it's time we had another conversation
They move inside and she closes the door as he throws his bag into the spare bedroom of their 4 bed apartment and comes back out going to the fridge while she goes back to chopping vegetables, he takes a seat on the windowsill and watches her drinking from a water bottle. He notices she is tense, as if coiled ready to spring into attack at any moment
Punkin: There really is no need to be worried I can't hurt you, for the same reason you can't touch me and I can't touch other women
Sinnesy: What does that even mean?
Punkin: It means that the balance that has tipped in my favour right now is a delicate one, there are very few people on this earth that Jordan Caliban would never want to hurt, you are at the top of that list. If I was too do something to you in anyway, mentally, physically or emotionally the anguish that Caliban would feel inside would push his conciousness back to the top of the pile again and this game would end all too soon
She listens to this and seems to relax, she turns walking towards him
Sinnesy: And what if I was to do something to you, what if I was too kiss you now would that be enough to push him through again?
Punkin: I dunno that would depend on how much he believes you are kissing the face not the man behind the eyes
Sinnesy: Well I can happily say it will fail miserably then, enough of this shit, what do you want Punkin?
He smiles and motions to ask if the kids are still up, she silently answers that they are at her mums till the morning and he turns shoving the window behind him open and takes out a joint lighting it
Sinnesy: So why are you here? Why now? And where is Jones I owe that piece of shit a slap for not picking up his damn phone for a month
Punkin: Jones is currently at home with his girlfriend after we made a deal very similar to the one I am here to propose to you
She puts on the kettle and takes the joint out of his hand taking a long drag and exhaling heavily
Sinnesy: I am listening
Punkin: This week is important as you know, this week we finally get to achieve something in WCF, something that has driven everyone from me to you to Jordan and everyone else around us and that is to finally put pen to paper on the greatest legacy ever written in WCF. To finally erase the past and become the person we have all been claiming we are for so long
Sinnesy: You are talking about winning the International title
Punkin: Exactly, it's time to unleash the carnage that has been promised, to take the spot that was tied to a stick and hung in front of Jordan Caliban's face to make him do the stupid shit he has. I am not saying your husband was any kind of laughing stock when he was running the show, I am well aware it was his standing with the company that has allowed fo everything that has happened since I took the reigns. I sat and listened to all he had to say, when he was going on and on and about being the future and creating his own little stable to push that forward doing what just about every other young buck does in this industry. I sat back and watched men throw shit on your man child husband in this company and treat him like he doesn't have to come back next week when he was in the ring all because he lacked the killer instincts needed to prove them all wrong. I sat back and watched while he pandered to the fans and did everything for them, listened to his stupid idealistic bullshit about how the only thing that matters in wrestling is who people are talking about on the car ride home. We both know that's bullshit and so do the 4 men we are signed to wrestle at 15
Sinnesy: Ah yes I looked up the card, that's quite a mountain
Punkin: Yep I mean the Goliath alone
Sinnesy: Be nice to Cormack, he has never done anything but good for all of us
Punkin: Really? Has he? Cormack was meant to be the enforcer of Sequitus, the man who pledged to have Caliban's back at all times, where was he when every member of Pantheon kicked him in the face, Cormack needs to pay for those failures and he will. I am going to chop that redwood red beard waste of potential down and leave him laying, he actually thinks that this is his moment, he really believes that people like him still have a place in championship contention instead of in side shows fighting sumo wrestlers but I'll get to that twat in a minute
He takes the joint off her again and takes another long drag
Punkin: It's time Cormack realised that being a football player in North America does not make you a world class athlete, being 7 foot and 300 pounds does not make you an athlete, being too fucking big to knock down with a single blow does not make you an athlete. That's why big men don't win simply by default in this industry any more, because better smaller ones know every weakness in their game from it being shoved down our throats as children. You know Caliban once told me that he spent his entire childhood and most of his teenage life telling people he was gunna be a wrestler here in WCF, and the poor guy his entire life was told that no matter how hard he worked and what kind of physical changes he made to his body he would always be a joke in an industry most people consider a joke in the first place. If there is one thing Jordan has been good at his entire career it's proving the only joke in that statement is the man stupid enough to say it, I intend to follow that trend by taking WCF's beach tree and send it crashing to the ground
Sinnesy takes the joint back and muses on this
Sinnesy: OK, I can see that, I think you are making a poor decision to go after the big man like this, he will be your greatest ally in this fight
Punkin: Well I am good with that, he doesn't have to like what I have said, he will be well aware his chance to punch me in the mouth will come we just need to get there, Cormack and myself understand what's at stake here, I could call him a Nova Scotian Turkey fucker and we would still end up working together in this match because in the end business is business and this thing isn't one on one. As much as Cormack looks like something that fell off a mountain 6 months ago and is finally seeing what civilisation looks like he will be smart enough to do what needs to be done to clear that ring
Sinnesy: There are a lot of men needing clearing though, Kira and Lee are gunna be easy enough but Cormack is not the Goliath of this match up, you gotta give that to the dude in the diaper
She passes the smoke back after one last draw
Sinnesy: I mean can the guys shoulders even touch the mat properly with that back? He looks like if you knocked him down he would rock back and forth on his own spine and back fat for a while
Punkin: Oh don't worry if the opportunity arises I flay the fat off the fuckers back to get him to lay straight down for a pin, this is a by any means necessary situation sweetheart that's why I am here, Naga, Lee, Mack, Kira all of them are contenders in this and I need an edge. Naga is a walking nightmare, I will admit that, it may take all 4 of the rest of us to make a dent in that armour of his, if we want him out of this match. But as I said with Cormack, the other 3 men in this match are competent and all will of been in some kind of battle royale or even war where all the smaller guys had to team up to take out a behemoth and if that is the strategy that needs to be taken then I can safely say that strategy will go into effect without any need for friendly communication between the 4 of us.
Sinnesy: So basically Naga is a sacrificial lamb in this match, he is Show in the rumble if you know what I mean, he doesn't stand a chance of doing anything other than making it look like the rest of you are just food to that fat existence of his.
Punkin: Yup and I intend to be the worst case of indigestion the fucker ever had, there is one person in this match that intrigues me though, do you remember much about Kira Sakazaki and his family in WCF?
Sinnesy: Vaguely I don't think we where around during their full run but I know the names and can picture faces, there was Kira, some girlfriend of his and then a little sister, I dunno I always got more of a harem feeling from the 3 of them, used to creep me out like the ending to old b
Punkin: BOY! That's what I said
Sinnesy: But look that Kira kid is dangerous, his background in amateur wrestling and martial arts makes him a pretty good facimile of Jordan Caliban and as we both know the last thing this match needs is a mirror match especially when we already have an unstoppable force vs immovable object situation going on with Naga and Mack
Punkin: You are assuming I would approach him the same way Jordan would though, he would look at it as an opportunity to make the crowd roar while they trade holds and kicks and shit, for me my plan with Kira is to hit hard, hit fast and hit first, Kira Sakazaki will be flat on his ass by the time the opening bell finishes echoing through the arena because that's what people like him understand, quick decisive action so that's what he will get, a quick decisive end to his reign as International champion while the rest of us fight it out for the belt
Sinnesy: The game plans a good one so far and I doubt you are taking contestant number 4 very seriously, I mean who in the hell walks into the industry of sports light and magic and calls themselves average? Who in the hell does this guy think he is?
Punkin: Wow that's a hell of a reaction and I don't think it's coming from you, tell me what Jordan would say about this man
Sinnesy: Exactly what I did, the first time I saw this guy I felt ill, the first time Jordan saw him he felt ill, he was working some random indy show in Ontario probably for Smash or something we where at just for fun and while Caliban is signing autographs this guy rolls out to the ring dressed like a tie dye warrior from the mid ninety's, the crowd goes nuts for him as he walks to the ring with about as much enthusiasm and focus as a 90 year old man wiping his own ass, he got in the ring, had a match, a limited but crowd pleasingly spot filled move set got back out and left
Punkin actually yawns from the story and smiles at her
Punkin: well he sounds like a barrel of laughs
Sinnesy: No he sounds like a victim to me
Punkin: And you would be right
Sinnesy: OK so this is all well and good but you still haven't told me what this is all about
He takes another spliff out and hands it too her tossing her the light
Punkin: You are gunna need that
He then reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a mask looking at it, it isn't one of his, he stares at it while smoking his own joint while she lights hers and then reaches out to take the new mask from him
Sinnesy: OK but what's in it for me.......
Sinney: Hello? Hello? Jordan?
She sighs and gives in
Sinney: Punkin? Punkin if you get this please, please just call me, I don't know what's happening, I... You have been gone for weeks and unless its WCF related on TV on online I haven't seen or heard from you. You missed Christmas, your missing my Mum's new years party now as well, I have had to tell the family you are away on tour even though we both know you are hold up in some shitty motel alone smoking weed.... come home
The message ends and the tone goes off again this time dated January 6th 2016
Sinney: Hey sweetheart, happy new year, Sam, you remember Sam right? Your son? He popped his first olly on your old mini Peralta board in the garage a few days ago, I remember the first day he found that thing you said he would work it out early, that he looked so natural, like his father does in a wrestling ring and what do you know
Her voice starts to break up here
Sinney: 4 years old on a board still larger than he is, please come home to us....
She can be heard crying as this message ends, the 3rd and final tone goes off it's dated for January 18th 2016
Sinney: It occured to me the other day that I don't even know if this is real, I never have, I mean is it all an act, is this all some early mid life crisis deal where you just so happened to of created your self and escapist character in your head in case life got to hard for you? I'm done, come home, come home right now and that's a fucking order, I don't care who you are or are pretending to be you will come home to me or you will never see your kids or me again, and regardless of your stupid mind frame this family was created by that body, tell me your chest doesn't hurt when I tell you that it will never hold them again....
The final message ends and we are again enveloped by the empty darkness of the screen for a few seconds before the void is yet again filled with noise
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
We get a quick cut to Sinneys rose in her kitchen, a date and time stamp appears on the screen for a few seconds, it's the 29th of January 2016, the knock on the door makes her look up from cutting vegetables for dinner, she yells to wait a minute while drying her hands, she looks through peep hole then takes a large breath brushing herself down and checking how she looks in the mirror before opening the door
Sinnesy: You a week and a half late, I ordered you to come home 11 days ago, what the hell took you so long
She goes to embrace him but he holds up a single finger placing it on her forehead stopping the advance bending his body back away from her
Punkin: This is the face you want but I can assure you it isn't the man you want, please don't touch me, he crys when you do that
Sinnesy: Who does?
Punkin: Your husband of course now shut up and let me in, it's time we had another conversation
They move inside and she closes the door as he throws his bag into the spare bedroom of their 4 bed apartment and comes back out going to the fridge while she goes back to chopping vegetables, he takes a seat on the windowsill and watches her drinking from a water bottle. He notices she is tense, as if coiled ready to spring into attack at any moment
Punkin: There really is no need to be worried I can't hurt you, for the same reason you can't touch me and I can't touch other women
Sinnesy: What does that even mean?
Punkin: It means that the balance that has tipped in my favour right now is a delicate one, there are very few people on this earth that Jordan Caliban would never want to hurt, you are at the top of that list. If I was too do something to you in anyway, mentally, physically or emotionally the anguish that Caliban would feel inside would push his conciousness back to the top of the pile again and this game would end all too soon
She listens to this and seems to relax, she turns walking towards him
Sinnesy: And what if I was to do something to you, what if I was too kiss you now would that be enough to push him through again?
Punkin: I dunno that would depend on how much he believes you are kissing the face not the man behind the eyes
Sinnesy: Well I can happily say it will fail miserably then, enough of this shit, what do you want Punkin?
He smiles and motions to ask if the kids are still up, she silently answers that they are at her mums till the morning and he turns shoving the window behind him open and takes out a joint lighting it
Sinnesy: So why are you here? Why now? And where is Jones I owe that piece of shit a slap for not picking up his damn phone for a month
Punkin: Jones is currently at home with his girlfriend after we made a deal very similar to the one I am here to propose to you
She puts on the kettle and takes the joint out of his hand taking a long drag and exhaling heavily
Sinnesy: I am listening
Punkin: This week is important as you know, this week we finally get to achieve something in WCF, something that has driven everyone from me to you to Jordan and everyone else around us and that is to finally put pen to paper on the greatest legacy ever written in WCF. To finally erase the past and become the person we have all been claiming we are for so long
Sinnesy: You are talking about winning the International title
Punkin: Exactly, it's time to unleash the carnage that has been promised, to take the spot that was tied to a stick and hung in front of Jordan Caliban's face to make him do the stupid shit he has. I am not saying your husband was any kind of laughing stock when he was running the show, I am well aware it was his standing with the company that has allowed fo everything that has happened since I took the reigns. I sat and listened to all he had to say, when he was going on and on and about being the future and creating his own little stable to push that forward doing what just about every other young buck does in this industry. I sat back and watched men throw shit on your man child husband in this company and treat him like he doesn't have to come back next week when he was in the ring all because he lacked the killer instincts needed to prove them all wrong. I sat back and watched while he pandered to the fans and did everything for them, listened to his stupid idealistic bullshit about how the only thing that matters in wrestling is who people are talking about on the car ride home. We both know that's bullshit and so do the 4 men we are signed to wrestle at 15
Sinnesy: Ah yes I looked up the card, that's quite a mountain
Punkin: Yep I mean the Goliath alone
Sinnesy: Be nice to Cormack, he has never done anything but good for all of us
Punkin: Really? Has he? Cormack was meant to be the enforcer of Sequitus, the man who pledged to have Caliban's back at all times, where was he when every member of Pantheon kicked him in the face, Cormack needs to pay for those failures and he will. I am going to chop that redwood red beard waste of potential down and leave him laying, he actually thinks that this is his moment, he really believes that people like him still have a place in championship contention instead of in side shows fighting sumo wrestlers but I'll get to that twat in a minute
He takes the joint off her again and takes another long drag
Punkin: It's time Cormack realised that being a football player in North America does not make you a world class athlete, being 7 foot and 300 pounds does not make you an athlete, being too fucking big to knock down with a single blow does not make you an athlete. That's why big men don't win simply by default in this industry any more, because better smaller ones know every weakness in their game from it being shoved down our throats as children. You know Caliban once told me that he spent his entire childhood and most of his teenage life telling people he was gunna be a wrestler here in WCF, and the poor guy his entire life was told that no matter how hard he worked and what kind of physical changes he made to his body he would always be a joke in an industry most people consider a joke in the first place. If there is one thing Jordan has been good at his entire career it's proving the only joke in that statement is the man stupid enough to say it, I intend to follow that trend by taking WCF's beach tree and send it crashing to the ground
Sinnesy takes the joint back and muses on this
Sinnesy: OK, I can see that, I think you are making a poor decision to go after the big man like this, he will be your greatest ally in this fight
Punkin: Well I am good with that, he doesn't have to like what I have said, he will be well aware his chance to punch me in the mouth will come we just need to get there, Cormack and myself understand what's at stake here, I could call him a Nova Scotian Turkey fucker and we would still end up working together in this match because in the end business is business and this thing isn't one on one. As much as Cormack looks like something that fell off a mountain 6 months ago and is finally seeing what civilisation looks like he will be smart enough to do what needs to be done to clear that ring
Sinnesy: There are a lot of men needing clearing though, Kira and Lee are gunna be easy enough but Cormack is not the Goliath of this match up, you gotta give that to the dude in the diaper
She passes the smoke back after one last draw
Sinnesy: I mean can the guys shoulders even touch the mat properly with that back? He looks like if you knocked him down he would rock back and forth on his own spine and back fat for a while
Punkin: Oh don't worry if the opportunity arises I flay the fat off the fuckers back to get him to lay straight down for a pin, this is a by any means necessary situation sweetheart that's why I am here, Naga, Lee, Mack, Kira all of them are contenders in this and I need an edge. Naga is a walking nightmare, I will admit that, it may take all 4 of the rest of us to make a dent in that armour of his, if we want him out of this match. But as I said with Cormack, the other 3 men in this match are competent and all will of been in some kind of battle royale or even war where all the smaller guys had to team up to take out a behemoth and if that is the strategy that needs to be taken then I can safely say that strategy will go into effect without any need for friendly communication between the 4 of us.
Sinnesy: So basically Naga is a sacrificial lamb in this match, he is Show in the rumble if you know what I mean, he doesn't stand a chance of doing anything other than making it look like the rest of you are just food to that fat existence of his.
Punkin: Yup and I intend to be the worst case of indigestion the fucker ever had, there is one person in this match that intrigues me though, do you remember much about Kira Sakazaki and his family in WCF?
Sinnesy: Vaguely I don't think we where around during their full run but I know the names and can picture faces, there was Kira, some girlfriend of his and then a little sister, I dunno I always got more of a harem feeling from the 3 of them, used to creep me out like the ending to old b
Punkin: BOY! That's what I said
Sinnesy: But look that Kira kid is dangerous, his background in amateur wrestling and martial arts makes him a pretty good facimile of Jordan Caliban and as we both know the last thing this match needs is a mirror match especially when we already have an unstoppable force vs immovable object situation going on with Naga and Mack
Punkin: You are assuming I would approach him the same way Jordan would though, he would look at it as an opportunity to make the crowd roar while they trade holds and kicks and shit, for me my plan with Kira is to hit hard, hit fast and hit first, Kira Sakazaki will be flat on his ass by the time the opening bell finishes echoing through the arena because that's what people like him understand, quick decisive action so that's what he will get, a quick decisive end to his reign as International champion while the rest of us fight it out for the belt
Sinnesy: The game plans a good one so far and I doubt you are taking contestant number 4 very seriously, I mean who in the hell walks into the industry of sports light and magic and calls themselves average? Who in the hell does this guy think he is?
Punkin: Wow that's a hell of a reaction and I don't think it's coming from you, tell me what Jordan would say about this man
Sinnesy: Exactly what I did, the first time I saw this guy I felt ill, the first time Jordan saw him he felt ill, he was working some random indy show in Ontario probably for Smash or something we where at just for fun and while Caliban is signing autographs this guy rolls out to the ring dressed like a tie dye warrior from the mid ninety's, the crowd goes nuts for him as he walks to the ring with about as much enthusiasm and focus as a 90 year old man wiping his own ass, he got in the ring, had a match, a limited but crowd pleasingly spot filled move set got back out and left
Punkin actually yawns from the story and smiles at her
Punkin: well he sounds like a barrel of laughs
Sinnesy: No he sounds like a victim to me
Punkin: And you would be right
Sinnesy: OK so this is all well and good but you still haven't told me what this is all about
He takes another spliff out and hands it too her tossing her the light
Punkin: You are gunna need that
He then reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a mask looking at it, it isn't one of his, he stares at it while smoking his own joint while she lights hers and then reaches out to take the new mask from him
Sinnesy: OK but what's in it for me.......
