Post by Caliban on Feb 6, 2016 13:30:11 GMT -5
My bad idea
We open on Caliban, he is sitting alone in a darkened room one light over the top of his head, he isn't restrained, he isn't distressed, he just looks very angry and tired, he runs one hand over his eye as he begins to speak
Caliban: It's done, I'm done, everything I have told you is a story and that story has come to it's end, every scene from my life you have seen is a lie. Everything you know is wrong but what you are all about to learn is very very dangerous
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Date: Febraury 3rd 2016
Location: WCF House Show in Murfreesboro, Tennesee
We open backstage in a locker room with Sinnesy Rose and Caliban sitting with Caliban's lawyer and an old Irish wrestler turned road agent who they tried to force on Jordan as a mentor years ago and are still trying, they are going through his promo for the trios cup battle royal
Caliban: Ok so first off I wanna say thank you for finding a way to bring Sinnesy back on the road, the injury to her leg was unfortunate we apologise for that especially after my extended time off before Halloween
Agent: We want you both healthy and in truth we where waiting for Sinney to come back so we could start the second phase of the Punkin program
Sinnesy: Second phase?
He puts a hand on her knee
Caliban: What does that mean?
Caliban's lawyer's ears prick up and he begins taking notes
Agent: So the long game for the Punkin character has been tweaked a little to accomodate Sinney in a way that pushes Punkin to his full pyschopathic potential
Sinnesy takes his hand and leans a little further forward
Sinnesy: We are gunna need more of an elaboration on that please
Agent: Well simply put Miss Rose we are not content with paying you a managers fee simply to walk to the ring with your husband anymore, it's time to make the story just a little more about you
Caliban: Excuse me? What does that mean? She doesn't wrestle and has never had any training I told you....
She cuts him off
Sinnesy: I don't think that's what they mean pet,
She turns to the Road Agent
Sinnesy: You mean Mero and Sable don't you?
Caliban's expression completely changes and the Agent quickly goes into defensive mode seeing the aggravation cross Jordan's face
Agent: No, no nothing so obvious, this is going to be more of a say Jessica Jones, Killgrave type thing, we simply want to portray Punkin slowly manipulating Sinnesy, changing her name, changing her persona....
Caliban: And what exactly does this have to do with me winning that battle royale and getting into the T-Cup?
Agent: Well that's down to you, you have to win the match
Caliban: Exactly so why the fuck do you want me to spend tomorrow filming scenes where I slowly mentally abuse my own wife?
Agent: Because it's what we think the Punkin would do...
Caliban: Who gives a fuck what the Punkin would do, the crazy shit is supposed to be a device to sell T-Shirts and masks you idiot, he has fuck all to do with what I do in the ring
Agent: He has plenty to do with it, you wanted to be allowed to take the chains off a little more, you wanted the ability to go as far as the big guys can here without any more bureaucratic bullshit. Punkin is your way to do that
Caliban: Look when you handed me this fucking mask
He drops the White Punkin mask on the floor in front of him
Caliban: You said that it was all gunna be for promos, when I got in the ring I could just do me
Agent: We hired you to play a character Jordan, we don't hire nobody wrestlers who just so happened to go to some theatre school in fuckin Derry Northern Ireland for them not be the person we make them
Caliban: Make me? You made me? WCF made me?
Agent: Well yes I think that's pretty obvious don't you? I mean we looked everywhere for someone like you, young, talented, totally obscure, I think it's safe to say we hit the button. Every person who watches our TV show genuinley believes you are some kind of Bi-Polar basket case, what you ended up being able to do in the ring was just a happy bonus, how where we supposed to know the company's newest ACTOR would be able to beat the owner in his 3rd week
Caliban: And I was fine with all of that, I was happy to play the role when Punkin was just a dude I pretended to be for some cool visuals mainly because you people are too fucking cheap to pay for extras or other actors to work with. I didn't like being told that Jordan Caliban, the main character aka the real me was being stuck in a darkened room to be looked at every 3 weeks on television, these aren't the kinda characters who get to be world champion they are the kinda characters that get to do stupid shit like multiple shots at a title he has screamed at you all he doesn't want anything to do with anymore. This is over I'm done fuck you, fuck all of this, I have a match and when I get back dude, you better not be within my eye sight
He gets up and puts on his black hoodie going to leave for the ring
Agent: The name on the sign says Punkin Jordan, take the mask and wear it
He stops as he goes to open the door and thinks about it, behind him Sinnesy slides hers on and picks it up walking to him and pressing it into his hand
Caliban: This is far FAR from over
He leaves and slams the door leaving the Agent and the Lawyer alone
Agent: I would appreciate it if you made it clear to your client that he signed a contract to play the Punkin character, when he came back here after walking out a second time, begging for work we told him what he needed to do to get his roster spot back and any changes he may decide to empliment for himself will not reflect well on him, his wife or their paychecks
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It's later that same evening, Caliban is sitting at his computer watching an old War Video trying to prep for the battle royale, across from him Sinney is playing with a handi-cam, an alert from the laptop sounds a new email arriving
Caliban: The schedule for tomorrow has come through, lets see what they did with todays conversation
He opens it up and find directions to a coffee shop, some background on the particular massacre he will be talking about this week, a copy of a script and a note saying a crew will be at their hotel room at 2pm the next day to film the breakfast scene between them detailed in the script. Nowhere is there any mention of the concerns he had laid out or how uncomfortable Sinnesy was feeling. He reads the first few lines of the script and then slams his fist on the table
Caliban: That's it Im done come with me and bring that camera, lets see how they take this
He quickly prints out the script and goes outside and hops up on the balcony ledge perching there with the script in hand, we switch to the view from Sinnesy's handi-cam and she can be heard telling him it's recording. He begins by reading from the script
Caliban: Punkin" You aren't wearing the mask! I told you to wear that mask anytime you come to see me, remember you are not Sinnesy Rose when you are with me, you are thorn!"
He throws his hands up in the air exasperatedly
Caliban: You blanked me, you mother fuckers blanked everything I just said and now you want us to do this?
He holds the script up again
Caliban: This is the description of the end image, listen to this shit "we cut to Jordan Caliban sitting chained to his chair, in front of him on a wall a projector is flicking through a slide show of pictures of Sinnesy and and Punkin together and somewhere a speaker is playing the voicemails Sinnesy sent to him on repeat begging him to come home. As we end Caliban can be hear screaming and then erupting into tears"
He laughs and pops off the ledge down onto his feet and rolls the Script up in a ball
Caliban: Fuck you, fuck this shit, fuck your script, you story and your fucking mask
He tosses the ball of paper off the balcony
Caliban: This right here is the only promo they get and it's going on my youtube channel if they don't like it, fuck em. This is a message plain and simple for WCF management, this video marks the end of this bullshit, this video marks the end of scripts that sound like they where written by Sam Raimi in the 70's and a character Mark Calloway would of destroyed at wrestlemania in the blink of an eye. That is all over, Jordan Caliban the actor is done acting and with a chance at getting into the trios cup this week we get real
He lights a joint and starts to pace in front of the camera talking with his hands, everything he does showing aggravation
Caliban: For almost 4 years I have been what was next in this company, for almost 4 years in this company I have either been the next big thing or the shit to remove from the bottom of the shoe. I was the guy the company brought back to put over Pantheon's most powerful incarnation, when Ice Beckman had his monumental rise I was one of the few people in the company who had pinned the fucker to the mat, he was US champ at the time, did I get a title shot? Nope, he won the world title that month, WAS I EVEN IN THE CONVERSATION!? FUCK NO!
He stops pacing and takes a long hard drag from his joint
Caliban: And now in a week where my mind should be in one place and that is preparing for the qualification rounds of the Trios cup, on a week that I should be watching tape on what 7 different opponents? Instead I am acting out scenes from days of our lives. I mean look at the feild I gotta get through in one match to get into that tournament and yet here I am playing a fucking soap opera character. Not that I am worried as far as I am concerned every man in this match is now an exclamation point on the statement I am making, every one of them is a piece of a very elaborate frame to go around my declaration of independence, piece number
He holds up his middle finger
Caliban: one, Benjamin Atreyu, fucking hell, Benjamin Atreyu, the coolest name for the dopiest son of a bitch I have ever met, someone needs to sit this guy down and explain that simply being a loud mouth does not make him someone people wanna hear talk. That having the basic 1990's early 2000 wrestling body means you have talent, that kissing the right ass in any way gives you some kind of power in this company. Benjamin Atreyu the latest ball bag to tag himself with Gods gift to the wrestling business which is a quiet irony in it's own way because the people dumb enough to call themselves something like that have about talent as God is real, he talks about peoples childish nature and yet he basis his "talent" on a make believe being, fuck you dude, and dear god talking about a competitor that can go fuck himself with god damn cactus
He takes a long toke of his joint and sighs
Caliban: Dustin Beaver, jesus christ what is this thing that has infected our business? I mean fuck look at this dudes story, a pop star impersonator for the most vapid piece of chipmunk trash this worlds ever seen. Dustin if you think this is something people join for fun, if this is something you decided to do under a snap decision as you claim then I give you about a year in this buisness, there are men in this match who have dreamed of moments like winning this match since they where kids, there are men in this match who bled buckets and broken bones for an opportunity like this and if you think anyone of us are gunna let someone who thinks this is a fucking joke take that opportunity for himself then you are about as delusional as the Honey Badger
He looks at his phones and the opponent list
Caliban: So next we got Adam Young, meh not exactly a threat is he?
Sinnesy (from behind the camera): Apparently he has managed to achieve something since the last time we where here, I think he won the tag titles
Caliban: Shit I guess he finally found a partner that works, it only took him 15 different teams he was gunna lead to the top before something stuck but hey what can yah do when you are a pointless fuck but try and try again to at least be a dumb fuck with some kind of point. Then there is... ah no not Bad News Benson, fuck that guy man, this is a man who claims to be all about the beautifully bad things in life, he claims he is all about the brutality and the blood, hell maybe he is, maybe he was the kid strangling kittens and kicking bunny's to death.
Sinnesy cuts him off again
Sinnesy: I wouldn't doubt it, Benson is your typical street thug though, doesn't sound like anything to worry about, he plays your kinda game, he just doesn't play it too your level, Occulo however is someone you need to worry about
Caliban stops at the name and runs his hand through his hair taking a smoke of his joint and a sip from a bottle of water
Caliban: Occulo is the only other man in this match currently holding a title, Occulo is the man in this match who I think it will be safe to say a lot of people expect to walk out with the W, this is a man who stands on the same side of the ring with a former champion, this is a man who is seen to be a future main eventer here. This is the man I am going to eliminate to win this match, this is the man I am going to use to underline the fact that I am so much better than anybody in this company has EVER given me credit for. I didn't enter this company to stand still, I didn't enter this company to still be fighting for the belt I won my 3rd week at the start of my 4th year being affiliated with this place while men like that got to keep growing. Occulo I know a lot of people around here really like you, you have that weird charisma mixed with some apparent ability to see into the future, well dude I hope to god you saw me in that magic mirror or crystal ball, I hope you are ready because I am about put a stake through that lookin like a twilight vampire heart of yours. Tell Dune to be on stand by because he may need to be come save you from me stomping my mark on this business and stamping my ticket to the T-Cup with your fucking forehead
Caliban: And then we come to the three reletively green members of this fight, the hungry ones as I think we should call them, I already went at it with Lucy, I'll admit that guy confuses me, I dunno if he is here to win championships or to try and fuck Diva's even if they are lesbian Barbie dolls but then when a dude wears more eyeliner than my wife he isn't exactly gunna be much more than someone to walk on for fun, I mean Lucy has some talent but fucking hell the guy looks like he auditioned for Pop Idol or some shit, this mans entire fucking personality looks like it was photoshopped and that supposed flashy career is probably just as fake and even if its real it may as well be fake here because when you walk into WCF and I said this last time Lucy, who you where before you got here, belts, bitches and blood it doesn't matter a fuck till you do it here
Checks his phone again
Caliban: Well theres a punch in the mouth Stevie Wonder would see coming, Andre Jenson the billionaire Larper, I remember Larping, we used to go to a festival in Somerset in the south of England and live in the grounds of an old fort with a pop up medievil town in the middle of it. I feel sorry for this guy, you work in an industry that so many people believe is devoid of realism and your strategy is to live like you are PLAYING somebody else. I had an old friend Tony, he called himself Kanosh and pretended to be a Plague doctor/mage, he would sit with me for hours and try and convince me that wrestling was just sport Larping so I invited him into a wrestling ring for a joke, I stretched him till he cried and now he realises just how real this world is, Andre I am gunna show you just how real this world is, I am going to beat you badly you will never want to be anything more than Mandark the half elf or whatever the fuck it is was everyone used to argue over before you could create your own characters in D and D. Andre lets put this in words you might understand, you are a automatic fail, when you dropped out of your mum you automatically rolled a one, me I'm a natural 20
Behind the camera Sinnesy bursts out laughing
Caliban: Fuck off I'm trying to be serious here
Sinnesy: I know but even when you are going all bull in china shop you are still a dork
Caliban takes a toke of his joint and winks at her before collecting his thoughts and continuing
Caliban: And lastly we have Wolfram, yet again we have a man who uses a fictional entity to make himself seem better than those around him, does anyone really believe a man who leads what he describes as a clean and celebit life can beat people like Benson, people like Occulo, scum like Adam Young? Nah man, you can as much of a machine as you want, you can hit the guy 18 hours a day and only stop to eat it won't matter, neither all that muscle or the grace of god will be able to help you win this thing even in a battle royal where someone like you has the natural advantage just like last week when I won the international title and laid out exactly how that match would go down and it did, Jordan you have the biggest back in this match but that just means you have the biggest target. Everything you are you chose meticulously for the purpose of being an unstoppable force but dude you gotta fight 7 other guys in this one, what happens if we all decide to fight you at once? What happens when you are all alone with every other man in the match kicking you in the face, punching you in the gut and then piling on each other to toss you over the top fucking rope? Answer, nothing but lose and go home... So there you have it
He pops back up on the ledge of the balcony and breathes a heavy sigh of relief and satisfaction
Caliban: So there you have it Ladies and Gentlemen, every part of my contract has pretty much been broken, my story has been told, the truth is out there for you all too see, there is only one voice in my head, there is only one goal in mind and that is to beat every man in this match, that is to take every head in that tournament and use it to launch myself through the concrete low fucking ceiling this company set for me. I mean what choice do I have right? Kira went away as soon as he won the international title so we all know it isn't something anyone round here will miss, hell I don't even think I'm listed as a champion on the website. So the way I see it this is win or die for Jordan Caliban, no mask, no theatrics just me and a battle royale, see everyone else in this match is looking to win this thing to take the next step in this industry or to prove they belong here, Me? I win this or I might not have a job by tuesday morning, this is where I prove that it isn't about the character it's about the man playing him and what he can achieve with whats been laid out before him. At slam I am either going lay out the road to a new legacy, or die drowned by the old one
He winks at her and she shuts off the camera
Sinnesy: Do you really wanna do this?
Caliban: What other choice do we have
He walks past her taking the camera from her hands and goes to his computer, the last shot is the upload bar as he puts it on his personal youtube channel and titles the video "MY BAD IDEA"
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It's 2am now 6 hours after Caliban posted his video to you tube de-constructing his character for the world to see, he and Sinnesy are wrapped up comfortably in bed thankful that they don't have to go back to work till Saturday. The phone begins to ring with Punkin's ringtone and Caliban stirs and picks it up, he answers and tells the caller to wait a second, he puts the call on hold, throws some pants and a sweater on and goes out onto the balcony so as not to wake his sleeping wife, the call ID identifies the caller as his lawyer, as he puts the phone to his ear the man's sombre New York voice comes through the speaker
Lawyer: Do you two know what you just did?
Caliban: Yes, we set ourselves free
Lawyer: You screwed yourself out of a lot of money in the process
Caliban: Only if I lose on Sunday night, I don't give a shit about back stage heat, if I win this match they won't be able to deny me shit any more
Lawyer: I hope your right, this is a big gamble
Caliban: Don't worry, the only one who can fuck this up is me now, they can't control me any more, don't worry about it Les, I'm not, I couldn't give a fuck any more, rise or die, that's all that matter now
Lawyer: Ill get a press release ready for Indy bookings just in case
Caliban: I wouldn't worry about it, nothing is stopping me at slam, nothing
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He wakes up again at 9 am and looks at his phone, there are numerous missed calls, texts, tweets, emails and face book messages, he smiles and tosses the phones across the room into his bag feeling like his mission was accomplished. He pulls the duvet up and rolls over wrapping his arms round his wife and goes back to sleep with a smile on his face feeling 10 times lighter than he has in 4 years
We open on Caliban, he is sitting alone in a darkened room one light over the top of his head, he isn't restrained, he isn't distressed, he just looks very angry and tired, he runs one hand over his eye as he begins to speak
Caliban: It's done, I'm done, everything I have told you is a story and that story has come to it's end, every scene from my life you have seen is a lie. Everything you know is wrong but what you are all about to learn is very very dangerous
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Date: Febraury 3rd 2016
Location: WCF House Show in Murfreesboro, Tennesee
We open backstage in a locker room with Sinnesy Rose and Caliban sitting with Caliban's lawyer and an old Irish wrestler turned road agent who they tried to force on Jordan as a mentor years ago and are still trying, they are going through his promo for the trios cup battle royal
Caliban: Ok so first off I wanna say thank you for finding a way to bring Sinnesy back on the road, the injury to her leg was unfortunate we apologise for that especially after my extended time off before Halloween
Agent: We want you both healthy and in truth we where waiting for Sinney to come back so we could start the second phase of the Punkin program
Sinnesy: Second phase?
He puts a hand on her knee
Caliban: What does that mean?
Caliban's lawyer's ears prick up and he begins taking notes
Agent: So the long game for the Punkin character has been tweaked a little to accomodate Sinney in a way that pushes Punkin to his full pyschopathic potential
Sinnesy takes his hand and leans a little further forward
Sinnesy: We are gunna need more of an elaboration on that please
Agent: Well simply put Miss Rose we are not content with paying you a managers fee simply to walk to the ring with your husband anymore, it's time to make the story just a little more about you
Caliban: Excuse me? What does that mean? She doesn't wrestle and has never had any training I told you....
She cuts him off
Sinnesy: I don't think that's what they mean pet,
She turns to the Road Agent
Sinnesy: You mean Mero and Sable don't you?
Caliban's expression completely changes and the Agent quickly goes into defensive mode seeing the aggravation cross Jordan's face
Agent: No, no nothing so obvious, this is going to be more of a say Jessica Jones, Killgrave type thing, we simply want to portray Punkin slowly manipulating Sinnesy, changing her name, changing her persona....
Caliban: And what exactly does this have to do with me winning that battle royale and getting into the T-Cup?
Agent: Well that's down to you, you have to win the match
Caliban: Exactly so why the fuck do you want me to spend tomorrow filming scenes where I slowly mentally abuse my own wife?
Agent: Because it's what we think the Punkin would do...
Caliban: Who gives a fuck what the Punkin would do, the crazy shit is supposed to be a device to sell T-Shirts and masks you idiot, he has fuck all to do with what I do in the ring
Agent: He has plenty to do with it, you wanted to be allowed to take the chains off a little more, you wanted the ability to go as far as the big guys can here without any more bureaucratic bullshit. Punkin is your way to do that
Caliban: Look when you handed me this fucking mask
He drops the White Punkin mask on the floor in front of him
Caliban: You said that it was all gunna be for promos, when I got in the ring I could just do me
Agent: We hired you to play a character Jordan, we don't hire nobody wrestlers who just so happened to go to some theatre school in fuckin Derry Northern Ireland for them not be the person we make them
Caliban: Make me? You made me? WCF made me?
Agent: Well yes I think that's pretty obvious don't you? I mean we looked everywhere for someone like you, young, talented, totally obscure, I think it's safe to say we hit the button. Every person who watches our TV show genuinley believes you are some kind of Bi-Polar basket case, what you ended up being able to do in the ring was just a happy bonus, how where we supposed to know the company's newest ACTOR would be able to beat the owner in his 3rd week
Caliban: And I was fine with all of that, I was happy to play the role when Punkin was just a dude I pretended to be for some cool visuals mainly because you people are too fucking cheap to pay for extras or other actors to work with. I didn't like being told that Jordan Caliban, the main character aka the real me was being stuck in a darkened room to be looked at every 3 weeks on television, these aren't the kinda characters who get to be world champion they are the kinda characters that get to do stupid shit like multiple shots at a title he has screamed at you all he doesn't want anything to do with anymore. This is over I'm done fuck you, fuck all of this, I have a match and when I get back dude, you better not be within my eye sight
He gets up and puts on his black hoodie going to leave for the ring
Agent: The name on the sign says Punkin Jordan, take the mask and wear it
He stops as he goes to open the door and thinks about it, behind him Sinnesy slides hers on and picks it up walking to him and pressing it into his hand
Caliban: This is far FAR from over
He leaves and slams the door leaving the Agent and the Lawyer alone
Agent: I would appreciate it if you made it clear to your client that he signed a contract to play the Punkin character, when he came back here after walking out a second time, begging for work we told him what he needed to do to get his roster spot back and any changes he may decide to empliment for himself will not reflect well on him, his wife or their paychecks
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It's later that same evening, Caliban is sitting at his computer watching an old War Video trying to prep for the battle royale, across from him Sinney is playing with a handi-cam, an alert from the laptop sounds a new email arriving
Caliban: The schedule for tomorrow has come through, lets see what they did with todays conversation
He opens it up and find directions to a coffee shop, some background on the particular massacre he will be talking about this week, a copy of a script and a note saying a crew will be at their hotel room at 2pm the next day to film the breakfast scene between them detailed in the script. Nowhere is there any mention of the concerns he had laid out or how uncomfortable Sinnesy was feeling. He reads the first few lines of the script and then slams his fist on the table
Caliban: That's it Im done come with me and bring that camera, lets see how they take this
He quickly prints out the script and goes outside and hops up on the balcony ledge perching there with the script in hand, we switch to the view from Sinnesy's handi-cam and she can be heard telling him it's recording. He begins by reading from the script
Caliban: Punkin" You aren't wearing the mask! I told you to wear that mask anytime you come to see me, remember you are not Sinnesy Rose when you are with me, you are thorn!"
He throws his hands up in the air exasperatedly
Caliban: You blanked me, you mother fuckers blanked everything I just said and now you want us to do this?
He holds the script up again
Caliban: This is the description of the end image, listen to this shit "we cut to Jordan Caliban sitting chained to his chair, in front of him on a wall a projector is flicking through a slide show of pictures of Sinnesy and and Punkin together and somewhere a speaker is playing the voicemails Sinnesy sent to him on repeat begging him to come home. As we end Caliban can be hear screaming and then erupting into tears"
He laughs and pops off the ledge down onto his feet and rolls the Script up in a ball
Caliban: Fuck you, fuck this shit, fuck your script, you story and your fucking mask
He tosses the ball of paper off the balcony
Caliban: This right here is the only promo they get and it's going on my youtube channel if they don't like it, fuck em. This is a message plain and simple for WCF management, this video marks the end of this bullshit, this video marks the end of scripts that sound like they where written by Sam Raimi in the 70's and a character Mark Calloway would of destroyed at wrestlemania in the blink of an eye. That is all over, Jordan Caliban the actor is done acting and with a chance at getting into the trios cup this week we get real
He lights a joint and starts to pace in front of the camera talking with his hands, everything he does showing aggravation
Caliban: For almost 4 years I have been what was next in this company, for almost 4 years in this company I have either been the next big thing or the shit to remove from the bottom of the shoe. I was the guy the company brought back to put over Pantheon's most powerful incarnation, when Ice Beckman had his monumental rise I was one of the few people in the company who had pinned the fucker to the mat, he was US champ at the time, did I get a title shot? Nope, he won the world title that month, WAS I EVEN IN THE CONVERSATION!? FUCK NO!
He stops pacing and takes a long hard drag from his joint
Caliban: And now in a week where my mind should be in one place and that is preparing for the qualification rounds of the Trios cup, on a week that I should be watching tape on what 7 different opponents? Instead I am acting out scenes from days of our lives. I mean look at the feild I gotta get through in one match to get into that tournament and yet here I am playing a fucking soap opera character. Not that I am worried as far as I am concerned every man in this match is now an exclamation point on the statement I am making, every one of them is a piece of a very elaborate frame to go around my declaration of independence, piece number
He holds up his middle finger
Caliban: one, Benjamin Atreyu, fucking hell, Benjamin Atreyu, the coolest name for the dopiest son of a bitch I have ever met, someone needs to sit this guy down and explain that simply being a loud mouth does not make him someone people wanna hear talk. That having the basic 1990's early 2000 wrestling body means you have talent, that kissing the right ass in any way gives you some kind of power in this company. Benjamin Atreyu the latest ball bag to tag himself with Gods gift to the wrestling business which is a quiet irony in it's own way because the people dumb enough to call themselves something like that have about talent as God is real, he talks about peoples childish nature and yet he basis his "talent" on a make believe being, fuck you dude, and dear god talking about a competitor that can go fuck himself with god damn cactus
He takes a long toke of his joint and sighs
Caliban: Dustin Beaver, jesus christ what is this thing that has infected our business? I mean fuck look at this dudes story, a pop star impersonator for the most vapid piece of chipmunk trash this worlds ever seen. Dustin if you think this is something people join for fun, if this is something you decided to do under a snap decision as you claim then I give you about a year in this buisness, there are men in this match who have dreamed of moments like winning this match since they where kids, there are men in this match who bled buckets and broken bones for an opportunity like this and if you think anyone of us are gunna let someone who thinks this is a fucking joke take that opportunity for himself then you are about as delusional as the Honey Badger
He looks at his phones and the opponent list
Caliban: So next we got Adam Young, meh not exactly a threat is he?
Sinnesy (from behind the camera): Apparently he has managed to achieve something since the last time we where here, I think he won the tag titles
Caliban: Shit I guess he finally found a partner that works, it only took him 15 different teams he was gunna lead to the top before something stuck but hey what can yah do when you are a pointless fuck but try and try again to at least be a dumb fuck with some kind of point. Then there is... ah no not Bad News Benson, fuck that guy man, this is a man who claims to be all about the beautifully bad things in life, he claims he is all about the brutality and the blood, hell maybe he is, maybe he was the kid strangling kittens and kicking bunny's to death.
Sinnesy cuts him off again
Sinnesy: I wouldn't doubt it, Benson is your typical street thug though, doesn't sound like anything to worry about, he plays your kinda game, he just doesn't play it too your level, Occulo however is someone you need to worry about
Caliban stops at the name and runs his hand through his hair taking a smoke of his joint and a sip from a bottle of water
Caliban: Occulo is the only other man in this match currently holding a title, Occulo is the man in this match who I think it will be safe to say a lot of people expect to walk out with the W, this is a man who stands on the same side of the ring with a former champion, this is a man who is seen to be a future main eventer here. This is the man I am going to eliminate to win this match, this is the man I am going to use to underline the fact that I am so much better than anybody in this company has EVER given me credit for. I didn't enter this company to stand still, I didn't enter this company to still be fighting for the belt I won my 3rd week at the start of my 4th year being affiliated with this place while men like that got to keep growing. Occulo I know a lot of people around here really like you, you have that weird charisma mixed with some apparent ability to see into the future, well dude I hope to god you saw me in that magic mirror or crystal ball, I hope you are ready because I am about put a stake through that lookin like a twilight vampire heart of yours. Tell Dune to be on stand by because he may need to be come save you from me stomping my mark on this business and stamping my ticket to the T-Cup with your fucking forehead
Caliban: And then we come to the three reletively green members of this fight, the hungry ones as I think we should call them, I already went at it with Lucy, I'll admit that guy confuses me, I dunno if he is here to win championships or to try and fuck Diva's even if they are lesbian Barbie dolls but then when a dude wears more eyeliner than my wife he isn't exactly gunna be much more than someone to walk on for fun, I mean Lucy has some talent but fucking hell the guy looks like he auditioned for Pop Idol or some shit, this mans entire fucking personality looks like it was photoshopped and that supposed flashy career is probably just as fake and even if its real it may as well be fake here because when you walk into WCF and I said this last time Lucy, who you where before you got here, belts, bitches and blood it doesn't matter a fuck till you do it here
Checks his phone again
Caliban: Well theres a punch in the mouth Stevie Wonder would see coming, Andre Jenson the billionaire Larper, I remember Larping, we used to go to a festival in Somerset in the south of England and live in the grounds of an old fort with a pop up medievil town in the middle of it. I feel sorry for this guy, you work in an industry that so many people believe is devoid of realism and your strategy is to live like you are PLAYING somebody else. I had an old friend Tony, he called himself Kanosh and pretended to be a Plague doctor/mage, he would sit with me for hours and try and convince me that wrestling was just sport Larping so I invited him into a wrestling ring for a joke, I stretched him till he cried and now he realises just how real this world is, Andre I am gunna show you just how real this world is, I am going to beat you badly you will never want to be anything more than Mandark the half elf or whatever the fuck it is was everyone used to argue over before you could create your own characters in D and D. Andre lets put this in words you might understand, you are a automatic fail, when you dropped out of your mum you automatically rolled a one, me I'm a natural 20
Behind the camera Sinnesy bursts out laughing
Caliban: Fuck off I'm trying to be serious here
Sinnesy: I know but even when you are going all bull in china shop you are still a dork
Caliban takes a toke of his joint and winks at her before collecting his thoughts and continuing
Caliban: And lastly we have Wolfram, yet again we have a man who uses a fictional entity to make himself seem better than those around him, does anyone really believe a man who leads what he describes as a clean and celebit life can beat people like Benson, people like Occulo, scum like Adam Young? Nah man, you can as much of a machine as you want, you can hit the guy 18 hours a day and only stop to eat it won't matter, neither all that muscle or the grace of god will be able to help you win this thing even in a battle royal where someone like you has the natural advantage just like last week when I won the international title and laid out exactly how that match would go down and it did, Jordan you have the biggest back in this match but that just means you have the biggest target. Everything you are you chose meticulously for the purpose of being an unstoppable force but dude you gotta fight 7 other guys in this one, what happens if we all decide to fight you at once? What happens when you are all alone with every other man in the match kicking you in the face, punching you in the gut and then piling on each other to toss you over the top fucking rope? Answer, nothing but lose and go home... So there you have it
He pops back up on the ledge of the balcony and breathes a heavy sigh of relief and satisfaction
Caliban: So there you have it Ladies and Gentlemen, every part of my contract has pretty much been broken, my story has been told, the truth is out there for you all too see, there is only one voice in my head, there is only one goal in mind and that is to beat every man in this match, that is to take every head in that tournament and use it to launch myself through the concrete low fucking ceiling this company set for me. I mean what choice do I have right? Kira went away as soon as he won the international title so we all know it isn't something anyone round here will miss, hell I don't even think I'm listed as a champion on the website. So the way I see it this is win or die for Jordan Caliban, no mask, no theatrics just me and a battle royale, see everyone else in this match is looking to win this thing to take the next step in this industry or to prove they belong here, Me? I win this or I might not have a job by tuesday morning, this is where I prove that it isn't about the character it's about the man playing him and what he can achieve with whats been laid out before him. At slam I am either going lay out the road to a new legacy, or die drowned by the old one
He winks at her and she shuts off the camera
Sinnesy: Do you really wanna do this?
Caliban: What other choice do we have
He walks past her taking the camera from her hands and goes to his computer, the last shot is the upload bar as he puts it on his personal youtube channel and titles the video "MY BAD IDEA"
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It's 2am now 6 hours after Caliban posted his video to you tube de-constructing his character for the world to see, he and Sinnesy are wrapped up comfortably in bed thankful that they don't have to go back to work till Saturday. The phone begins to ring with Punkin's ringtone and Caliban stirs and picks it up, he answers and tells the caller to wait a second, he puts the call on hold, throws some pants and a sweater on and goes out onto the balcony so as not to wake his sleeping wife, the call ID identifies the caller as his lawyer, as he puts the phone to his ear the man's sombre New York voice comes through the speaker
Lawyer: Do you two know what you just did?
Caliban: Yes, we set ourselves free
Lawyer: You screwed yourself out of a lot of money in the process
Caliban: Only if I lose on Sunday night, I don't give a shit about back stage heat, if I win this match they won't be able to deny me shit any more
Lawyer: I hope your right, this is a big gamble
Caliban: Don't worry, the only one who can fuck this up is me now, they can't control me any more, don't worry about it Les, I'm not, I couldn't give a fuck any more, rise or die, that's all that matter now
Lawyer: Ill get a press release ready for Indy bookings just in case
Caliban: I wouldn't worry about it, nothing is stopping me at slam, nothing
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He wakes up again at 9 am and looks at his phone, there are numerous missed calls, texts, tweets, emails and face book messages, he smiles and tosses the phones across the room into his bag feeling like his mission was accomplished. He pulls the duvet up and rolls over wrapping his arms round his wife and goes back to sleep with a smile on his face feeling 10 times lighter than he has in 4 years
