Post by Caliban on Feb 20, 2016 1:19:01 GMT -5
We open on Caliban and Sinney coming back through the door of the small locker room he found on the far side of the building the night of the Battle Royal, as he comes in Sinessy throws his sweater on the floor and runs her hands through her hair looking at him with a look of pure evisceration in her eyes
Sinnesy: What the fuck do we do now! You told me what you did last week would make this better! That it would finally be your way to break your chains and start winning the matches that put us in Limos instead of rental cars! First class instead of Coach! THAT WE WOULD FINALLY BE ABLE TO OWN A HOUSE! And yet lo and behold first one out of the gate what happens? You get eliminated by someone called Dusty Beaver
Caliban: Dustin
Sinnesy: WHO CARES! IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT THE PERSON'S NAME WAS HE WASN'T EVEN THE GUY WHO WON THE DAMN MATCH! FUCK! WE LIVE 45 MINUTES FROM WHERE THAT LITTLE CUNTS IDOL GREW UP DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD THATS GUNNA BE TO LIVE DOWN WHEN WE GET BACK TO LONDON! Anyone who
Her voice drops low as she stops yelling at him
Sinnesy: At least if he had bin standing with his hand raised at the end of the thing it would have been some kind of legitimate loss but instead you ended up being a token elimination for the girl like man-child. I'm still waiting for you to answer my question, what do we do now, do we even know if you will have a job this time next week
He sits down heavily on a bench and starts unlacing his wrist guards staring at the ground, when he talks he stares at the International title laying across his knee
Caliban: I'll be here in 2 weeks, I'll be here to defend this
He runs a hand over the newly customised plate, the white flag with a red cross, in the center where his eyes are focused is a red hand adorned with a gold crown, the dual symbol of loyalty to the crown and defiance of the Southern Irish state championed by the British Protestant side of the Northern Irish Troubles. The flag of Northern Ireland, The Red Hand Of Ulster
Caliban: The top brass want to put an end to this little rivalry with Dag Riddick someone took me aside and let me know on the way through guerilla
Sinnesy: Fuck Dag Riddick
Caliban: Indeed, I guess the boys upstairs think all the animosity this guy has towards me considering he has faced me twice and for some reason Dag automatically hates whoever he is in the ring with, so he must really despise me by now. I guess they came to the conclusion he was their best shot of getting this belt off me
Sinnesy: They could just strip you of it, I mean it's not like the belt really means anything, hell they still don't have it listed on the website and when the IT title is championed and your belt isn't you know they don't care about it
Caliban: Nah this belt is a victim of circumstance and everyone knows it, they know that this belt will eventually mean more than even the TV belt does it just takes the right person to carry it. Thats why I am not worried about Dag Riddick, because in his own words Dag considers this, and I am paraphrasing here because I don't wanna go through my twitter to find the direct quote but I think it went something like "mean nothing, token title" or "show opening jobber belt" or something of that nature
Sinnesy takes a seat in front of him in a folding chair and helps with his other wrist
Sinnesy: Didn't he say the same thing about the IT title on the build up to winning it?
Caliban: Only when he realised he was stuck in the center of a struggle between me and McSeabag for the life and death of the title and had to choose a side, even Dag isn't stupid enough to start agreeing with the Delusional undead. But you see Dag made a mistake, Dag doesn't get what this belt means, he doesn't get why the champion of this belt is announced differently from the others, he doesn't understand why the belt has the flag of the owners nationality, if he did he wouldn't have said what he did when I won it
Sinnesy: He most definitely wouldn't have fucking said it if the silly bastard thought he would be fighting for it next week
Caliban: Ah come on now Dag thought he would be world champ by now, or at least in the picture, remember how he was definitely not going to lose to Wade Moore? He thought he would be number one contender for the big belt this week and instead he has to fight for a belt he stupidly shit talked a fortnight previous
Sinnesy: And that leaves Dag with a conundrum
Caliban: Yes yes it does, Dag now has to make a decision, is he going to fight to the death for a belt he has claimed is beneath him and how by me holding it, it shows that it is beneath him and make himself look like the big fucking hypocrite everyone he has ever met already knows he is?
She smiles at him
Sinnesy: Or does he half ass it and lose to you just to save face
Caliban: Nah he is a stroppy little bitch, if it goes down that road he would probably walk away and end the thing in a count out, that's my issue with Dag, the guy can talk, the guy can definitely wrestle he just has an excuse for everything he can't do number one example of this is his inability to get the fucking job done. He has had the nerve to tell people that he HAD me pinned like it some how proves he beat me in some way yet again showing zero FUCKING ZERO respect not for me but for this fucking business and the sport in which we all compete. How pathetic does a mother fucker have to be when nearly winning a title is good enough?
Sinnesy: Well when nearly is as close as the guy has ever gotten to doing anything of note or anything at all for that matter, I guess after a while it has to be good enough right? I mean shit if I had talked as much as Dag has and nearly was all I had to back it up I'd probably of killed myself by now but whatever
Caliban: But there is more to this than that see Dag needs to win this match, you will be able to tell by next week when someone remembers to tell him this is happening, unfortunately for him everyone is too busy setting up for that beach krew shambles Seth is forcing the company to put on
Sinnesy: Some bad ideas just never die
Caliban: What was that? Warrior about Hogan?
Sinnesy: It may have been Hogan about Warrior, or something I came up with in my head
Caliban: I'm just happy I still have some people who like me backstage keeping me up to date on what's coming next
Sinnesy: Were they able to tell you anything about your job security
Caliban: Only 1 thing, hold onto the belt, the belt has us anchored here, Lerch won't want this thing spinning off into obscurity again after just bringing it back, and to do that all I have to do is beat the shit out of Dag Riddick. But there is a much more satisfying little nugget in the 1 2 3 of this match, you see right now me and Dag are 1 for 1 on unclear decisions over who the better man is, normally a rubber match is a win a piece but neither of us has scored a win against each other even when there was some else to pin in the match neither of us came out on top of the decision and the other wasn't involved. See I've beaten men who have pinned Dag Riddick, but I haven't beaten Dag Riddick so there is a bigger prize on the line here for him especially. But his tiny little millennial internet melted mind won't understand that concept, his tiny little millennial, possession driven mind won't understand I word I am saying because there isn't a belt at the end of. There is something much more important but something he will forever be incapable of understanding let me break it down a little bit
Sinnesy stands up and goes and opens a window hanging out and lighting a smoke as he pulls his boots off and goes over to join her taking a drag of the joint heavily
Caliban: See the most recent former world champion just beat Dag, just beat him 1... 2... 3... I on other hand got the job done Dag couldn't tonight when I faced that former world champ last year, Wades got better since then, since the IT title tournament, it seems everyone in the final 4 except the guy who won the thing, me, has gone on to bigger and better things. Ice and Wade both won that World title for fuck sake so here it is, how can I claim to be on their level if I get beat by Dag Riddick a man who they would and have eaten for lunch then how can I lay any claim to being on their level? How can I ever walk to the ring to face the men who I need to, to reach the top here with any hope of winning when I can't beat the people they have already left behind them in the dust?
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(OOC: THANKS TO CORMAC FOR THE LOAN OF THE NOVA SCOTIAN NIGHTMARE)
We open in an empty arena 4 days after Valentines, the WCF crew are going about their daily business setting up for a house show, in the ring Caliban is working with some of the younger guys going through grappling drills. He hooks up with one of them and allows the rookie to ring his arm out, he pulls a quick reverse and gives a passing instruction as he floats behind into a hammerlock. The rookie jumps up at drags Caliban through and both guys end up facing off back on their feet they do a little fist pound and Caliban goes to the corner for some water, as the trainees group in the corner behind them walking from the top of the ramp is Cormack McNeill. He makes it to the ring as everyone around the ring exchanges glances and starts to clear out of the area, he steps up onto the apron and jerks a thumb at the young guys who quickly exit. The camera view switches to one right in Caliban's face so Mac can be seen over his shoulder he seems completely oblivious to the fact that a very angry almost 7 foot man has stepped into the ring behind him, he finishes drinking from the bottle and reaches into his bag taking out a phone looking at it with a smile on his face, behind him Cormack is staring at an imaginary watch on his wrist. Caliban smiles at the screen and composes a reply, behind him Cormack silently motions for him to turn around, Caliban wipes his face off with a white towel rubbing the back of his neck and readjusting the small ponytail on the back of his head. Behind him Cormack has now had enough and an idea occurs to him
Cormack: DEFINITELY!
As the familiar voice rings out through the arena Caliban drops the towel and his head follows it, he looks right into the camera and mouths the word fuck and turns round into a vicious Hangover Kick that catches him right on the chest blasting him back into the corner so he is wedged between the top and middle ropes
Cormack: You kicked me in the face with a thumb tack shoe, you were told to do something sick during that match and you decided to kick ME IN THE FACE WITH A THUMBTACK SNEAKER
He slaps Caliban across the face
Cormack: Get up!
He slaps him again and Caliban falls out of the corner onto his feet groaning
Caliban: Jesus Christ man was that really called for!
Cormack: For the last time, you kicked me in the face with a thumb tack sneaker, I would definitely say it was warranted now stand up straight and explain to me just what in the hell was going through that dumb ginger skull of yours?
He flicks his smaller companion on the forehead
Cormack: You really thought what you did last week was a good idea? Dropping character in public with no warning?
Caliban: I warned them
He stands up and stretches out his recently compressed diaphragm, you can hear his ribs crack as they move back to a more natural position
Caliban: I told them I wasn't doing their bullshit act anymore
Out of nowhere Caliban throws a hard right at the side of Cormacks head, the big man blocks it and hits a palm strike to his chest knocking him back into the corner again
Cormack: Why are you trying to....
Caliban pops up onto the top rope and flips backwards over Mac onto his feet and dropkicks him forward, the larger man grabs the top rope to avoid colliding with the turnbuckles and drops his head growling shaking his head, he turns round and ducks a backfist attempt and then swatting away a 540 kick
Cormack: Stop attacking me!
Caliban goes to stand up and Mac kicks him back down
Cormack: Stay down yah bleedin idiot!
Caliban rolls onto his back and finally concedes
Caliban (laughing): You sound like a fucking idiot when you use Irish language in a Canadian accent you know
Cormack sits down heavily beside him as Cali pulls himself up into the corner laying on the bottom turnbuckle
Caliban: I've never taken that kick before, not from you anyways, how the hell Did Roberts get up from that?
He rubs his ribs again wincing
Cormack: Trust me the sneaker hurt more
Caliban: What do you want from me? They said they wanted me to do something a little fucked up, it's not like I used it to win the match, I beat Lee Roberts clean
Cormack: After I blasted his nose backwards into the face
Caliban: You should've known the minute a masked Sinney jumped on the apron what was coming, you turned round you could have dove out of the ring it's not like I didn't give you the same warning I give everyone else, you heard Definitely and you turned round, you sealed your own fate
Cormack: Speaking of sealed fates, what happens if Dag beats you on Sunday night?
Caliban: Good god why has that question been the only one on everybody's lips since that damn match was announced? It was literally the only fucking thing Sinney could say after she found out
Cormack: Well that title.....
Caliban: YEAH THAT TITLE IS MY ANCHOR, THAT TITLE IS THE THING THAT HANDCUFFS THIS COMPANY TO ME, THAT TITLE THAT ONE OVER THERE ON THAT CHAIR RIGHT THERE IS THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES ME WORTHY OF BEING HERE! I get it I do
Cormack: So at least you understand the situation you are in, live or die, rise or fall
Caliban: Stop, just stop, enough or, there is no or, look at me, do you really think I am gunna let Dag Riddick, the most pointless man this company employs take this title from me? You think I am gunna live with the embarrassment of losing any strap to someone who doesn't even know who the fuck he is, seriously this guys got 2 personalities and both fucking suck. On one side he is some kind of intellectual, he is supposed to have some kind of new world view or way of living or something I think.... You spent time with the ice giants at the top of the world
Cormack: Well Iceland anyways
Caliban: Yeah Iceland, he is just another Slav trying to be part western dude awesome and part viking poet , unfortunately in truth this is just a persona Dag Riddick pulls out, the second part of Dag the one living in his head Dag is a little boy who needs to scream, he is the kid who probably got locked in closets for being a demon as a kid, hell Dag probably got taken to some Romanian gypsy witch to try to exorcise that demon, those people are fucking nuts
Cormack: And that one is also fucking dangerous
Caliban: Show me proof of that
Cormack: You couldn't beat him
Caliban: Correction he couldn't beat me
Cormack: Same thing, but if Dag loses this thing he will just call that a toilet belt and move on pretending he doesn't belong anywhere but the Big Belt picture
Caliban: Pffft
Cormack: Yes I know but he doesn't and losing to you won't change that state of mind and that brings us back to the million dollar question, what.... happens.... if.... Dag.... beats.... you....
Caliban: Well for one thing he will finally get a real win, hell he will even get a belt but he won't win, he can't win, there is a reason he can't get that elusive 1 2 3, Dag is a card-carrying member of the good enough club. He had the fucking nerve to claim an UNPINNED streak as some kind of achievement, he feels he accomplished something by avoiding the pin in his IT title match with me and Zmac a match he claimed he was never going to lose, that there was no doubt in his mind that he would lose, he said that. He also said it before Wade finally pinned the fucker and put him in his place a little bit, now I am gunna finish the job and hammer Dag Riddick into the go nowhere no hoper with a big mouth hole he is destined to be pegged into for the rest of his career.
Cormack: Damn this kid gets under your skin doesn't he?
Caliban: Not him, people like him, I wouldn't generalise this to one person because that would mean paying credence to that person's ability to rile me up, people like Dag believe that talking online makes them something, people like Dag believe that simply because they have a louder voice than a lot of the rest of us that, that means they get a say in things the rest of us would never open our mouths about.
He reaches behind him and grabs his water tossing his spare bottle to Mac
Caliban: Ok maybe he has got to me a little bit but can you blame me? I mean fuck who are these people, Dag Riddick, Tiffany White, Katherine Phoenix? I get Kat is meant to be some authority figure here or some shit but I have no idea who she is regardless of here getting more TV time than the commercials and product placement combined do during WCF programming. And now every single message that makes its way onto the WCF twitter feed comes from these idiots having chats online like some kind of god damn coven and coming from someone who made their name as an internet sensation in this company, if these people are annoying me online you know there is a problem
Cormack: Did yee ever stop to think this little girl guide group they all have kind of fallen into is a set up, with the way they talk to each other Kathy in particular it almost feels like they are trying to use the beach krew annoy the fuck outta you effect
Caliban: Well if that's what they are trying its fucking working
Cormack: Theres always the easy solution
Caliban: Yeah break Dags fucking fingers, hands, wrists and jaw so he can't communicate
Cormack (smiling): Aye that would work, or you could just ignore your twitter account for a bit
Caliban: Ah now Mac when one of your life goals is to cut the head off the Internet Champion you can't stay off twitter, that's like admitting defeat
Cormack: I'd take that loss lad, some things aren't worth your mental health
Caliban: I've spent nearly 4 years playing a tri minded sociopath my mental health aint that great anyways
Cormack: Aye that's true but still
Caliban: As for the answer to your question, I dunno what happens if he wins, but it is a pretty big IF, I may not have long left in WCF, I admit that and I understand that it's completely my own doing but if there is one thing I can do right before I leave here it is beat the shit out of Dag Riddick, if there is one memory I wanna leave this place with it is the memory of taking someone who god forbid due to sheer presence may some how fall into a world title match, even if it is at Ultimate Showdown or something. I wanna leave this place with the memory of Dag Riddick's face beneath my boot heal. If I walk out of this company some day soon I want it to be with Dag Riddick's screams of pain ringing in my ears, if Seth works out some way to take that belt off me some day as I am being metaphorically tossed out on my fucking head the memory of me Literally dropping that bearded little cunt on his will be enough to keep the smile on my face all the way out the door.
He takes another sip of water and continues
Caliban: Over the years I let a lot of people get under my skin here, most of those men ended up coming out on top when we finally got in the ring, did they ever talk shit again? Nah, but they still won, but if there is one thing that has been different since I came back here it is the fact that anybody who has got in my face like Dag has, even Zmac has been left laying by me! Mac I mean this when I say it, Sunday night I wanna make Dag bleed, Sunday night I am going to make him scream on sunday night Jordan Caliban is gunna take everything Dag Riddick has the same way I have done every time before but this time I will not let a ref or an undead bag of dicks stop me. Whether it be because I beat him into the mat so badly the ref has to stop this, or I get a 1 2 3 or a submission or even if I do what I did the first time and decide annihilating Dag Riddick will be more fun than pinning him Dag will not walk out with this belt he will not use me as any kind of stepping stone
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The following video was posted to Instagram and retweeted by @caliband
We open on Jordan sitting on the railings of his hotel balcony, behind him is a 12 floor drop onto concrete and he isn't holding on, he has a bottle of water in one hand and a joint in the other, he takes a long toke before he starts to speak
Caliban: Ever since day one I have called Dag Riddick a survivor, now in our business that term is normally awarded as some kind of praise, it is normally a good thing in this industry, and so Dag takes pride in it when I call him that. I think he believes it means I have some kind of sickening respect for him. Dag let me clear here, when I call you a survivor I call you it to insult you, I call you it to point out that while in the real world being a survivor is great, in this industry being a survivor just isn't good enough. Dag you just aren't good enough, so come on big man, tell the world that there is no way in hell you are gunna lose this match, tell the world how hard you are gunna fight for another toilet title you proclaimed beneath you. No sell the fact that every word I have spoken about you, every single word of it was nothing but a scathing deconstruction of a badly pieced together personality, one that has very little original thinking and proves that by consistently calling people out for their lack of original thinking
He smirks at the screen
Caliban: Dag has been racist, Dag has been homophobic, Dag has said some stuff that just plain makes no fucking sense and has put forward his opinions like someone who gets paid enough to have them. I am gunna go out there on Sunday night and teach Dag Riddick to be exactly what he is, nothing, just a fart on the fucking wind of all our lives. On Sunday night I am gunna make Dag Riddick go away, I am gunna beat you so bad Dag that you will never have the ability to look yourself in the eye again simply because I know that in your eye just like everybody else who has out classed you in this company, you think I can't beat you, in this industry Dag that will forever be your biggest mistake
Sinnesy: What the fuck do we do now! You told me what you did last week would make this better! That it would finally be your way to break your chains and start winning the matches that put us in Limos instead of rental cars! First class instead of Coach! THAT WE WOULD FINALLY BE ABLE TO OWN A HOUSE! And yet lo and behold first one out of the gate what happens? You get eliminated by someone called Dusty Beaver
Caliban: Dustin
Sinnesy: WHO CARES! IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT THE PERSON'S NAME WAS HE WASN'T EVEN THE GUY WHO WON THE DAMN MATCH! FUCK! WE LIVE 45 MINUTES FROM WHERE THAT LITTLE CUNTS IDOL GREW UP DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD THATS GUNNA BE TO LIVE DOWN WHEN WE GET BACK TO LONDON! Anyone who
Her voice drops low as she stops yelling at him
Sinnesy: At least if he had bin standing with his hand raised at the end of the thing it would have been some kind of legitimate loss but instead you ended up being a token elimination for the girl like man-child. I'm still waiting for you to answer my question, what do we do now, do we even know if you will have a job this time next week
He sits down heavily on a bench and starts unlacing his wrist guards staring at the ground, when he talks he stares at the International title laying across his knee
Caliban: I'll be here in 2 weeks, I'll be here to defend this
He runs a hand over the newly customised plate, the white flag with a red cross, in the center where his eyes are focused is a red hand adorned with a gold crown, the dual symbol of loyalty to the crown and defiance of the Southern Irish state championed by the British Protestant side of the Northern Irish Troubles. The flag of Northern Ireland, The Red Hand Of Ulster
Caliban: The top brass want to put an end to this little rivalry with Dag Riddick someone took me aside and let me know on the way through guerilla
Sinnesy: Fuck Dag Riddick
Caliban: Indeed, I guess the boys upstairs think all the animosity this guy has towards me considering he has faced me twice and for some reason Dag automatically hates whoever he is in the ring with, so he must really despise me by now. I guess they came to the conclusion he was their best shot of getting this belt off me
Sinnesy: They could just strip you of it, I mean it's not like the belt really means anything, hell they still don't have it listed on the website and when the IT title is championed and your belt isn't you know they don't care about it
Caliban: Nah this belt is a victim of circumstance and everyone knows it, they know that this belt will eventually mean more than even the TV belt does it just takes the right person to carry it. Thats why I am not worried about Dag Riddick, because in his own words Dag considers this, and I am paraphrasing here because I don't wanna go through my twitter to find the direct quote but I think it went something like "mean nothing, token title" or "show opening jobber belt" or something of that nature
Sinnesy takes a seat in front of him in a folding chair and helps with his other wrist
Sinnesy: Didn't he say the same thing about the IT title on the build up to winning it?
Caliban: Only when he realised he was stuck in the center of a struggle between me and McSeabag for the life and death of the title and had to choose a side, even Dag isn't stupid enough to start agreeing with the Delusional undead. But you see Dag made a mistake, Dag doesn't get what this belt means, he doesn't get why the champion of this belt is announced differently from the others, he doesn't understand why the belt has the flag of the owners nationality, if he did he wouldn't have said what he did when I won it
Sinnesy: He most definitely wouldn't have fucking said it if the silly bastard thought he would be fighting for it next week
Caliban: Ah come on now Dag thought he would be world champ by now, or at least in the picture, remember how he was definitely not going to lose to Wade Moore? He thought he would be number one contender for the big belt this week and instead he has to fight for a belt he stupidly shit talked a fortnight previous
Sinnesy: And that leaves Dag with a conundrum
Caliban: Yes yes it does, Dag now has to make a decision, is he going to fight to the death for a belt he has claimed is beneath him and how by me holding it, it shows that it is beneath him and make himself look like the big fucking hypocrite everyone he has ever met already knows he is?
She smiles at him
Sinnesy: Or does he half ass it and lose to you just to save face
Caliban: Nah he is a stroppy little bitch, if it goes down that road he would probably walk away and end the thing in a count out, that's my issue with Dag, the guy can talk, the guy can definitely wrestle he just has an excuse for everything he can't do number one example of this is his inability to get the fucking job done. He has had the nerve to tell people that he HAD me pinned like it some how proves he beat me in some way yet again showing zero FUCKING ZERO respect not for me but for this fucking business and the sport in which we all compete. How pathetic does a mother fucker have to be when nearly winning a title is good enough?
Sinnesy: Well when nearly is as close as the guy has ever gotten to doing anything of note or anything at all for that matter, I guess after a while it has to be good enough right? I mean shit if I had talked as much as Dag has and nearly was all I had to back it up I'd probably of killed myself by now but whatever
Caliban: But there is more to this than that see Dag needs to win this match, you will be able to tell by next week when someone remembers to tell him this is happening, unfortunately for him everyone is too busy setting up for that beach krew shambles Seth is forcing the company to put on
Sinnesy: Some bad ideas just never die
Caliban: What was that? Warrior about Hogan?
Sinnesy: It may have been Hogan about Warrior, or something I came up with in my head
Caliban: I'm just happy I still have some people who like me backstage keeping me up to date on what's coming next
Sinnesy: Were they able to tell you anything about your job security
Caliban: Only 1 thing, hold onto the belt, the belt has us anchored here, Lerch won't want this thing spinning off into obscurity again after just bringing it back, and to do that all I have to do is beat the shit out of Dag Riddick. But there is a much more satisfying little nugget in the 1 2 3 of this match, you see right now me and Dag are 1 for 1 on unclear decisions over who the better man is, normally a rubber match is a win a piece but neither of us has scored a win against each other even when there was some else to pin in the match neither of us came out on top of the decision and the other wasn't involved. See I've beaten men who have pinned Dag Riddick, but I haven't beaten Dag Riddick so there is a bigger prize on the line here for him especially. But his tiny little millennial internet melted mind won't understand that concept, his tiny little millennial, possession driven mind won't understand I word I am saying because there isn't a belt at the end of. There is something much more important but something he will forever be incapable of understanding let me break it down a little bit
Sinnesy stands up and goes and opens a window hanging out and lighting a smoke as he pulls his boots off and goes over to join her taking a drag of the joint heavily
Caliban: See the most recent former world champion just beat Dag, just beat him 1... 2... 3... I on other hand got the job done Dag couldn't tonight when I faced that former world champ last year, Wades got better since then, since the IT title tournament, it seems everyone in the final 4 except the guy who won the thing, me, has gone on to bigger and better things. Ice and Wade both won that World title for fuck sake so here it is, how can I claim to be on their level if I get beat by Dag Riddick a man who they would and have eaten for lunch then how can I lay any claim to being on their level? How can I ever walk to the ring to face the men who I need to, to reach the top here with any hope of winning when I can't beat the people they have already left behind them in the dust?
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(OOC: THANKS TO CORMAC FOR THE LOAN OF THE NOVA SCOTIAN NIGHTMARE)
We open in an empty arena 4 days after Valentines, the WCF crew are going about their daily business setting up for a house show, in the ring Caliban is working with some of the younger guys going through grappling drills. He hooks up with one of them and allows the rookie to ring his arm out, he pulls a quick reverse and gives a passing instruction as he floats behind into a hammerlock. The rookie jumps up at drags Caliban through and both guys end up facing off back on their feet they do a little fist pound and Caliban goes to the corner for some water, as the trainees group in the corner behind them walking from the top of the ramp is Cormack McNeill. He makes it to the ring as everyone around the ring exchanges glances and starts to clear out of the area, he steps up onto the apron and jerks a thumb at the young guys who quickly exit. The camera view switches to one right in Caliban's face so Mac can be seen over his shoulder he seems completely oblivious to the fact that a very angry almost 7 foot man has stepped into the ring behind him, he finishes drinking from the bottle and reaches into his bag taking out a phone looking at it with a smile on his face, behind him Cormack is staring at an imaginary watch on his wrist. Caliban smiles at the screen and composes a reply, behind him Cormack silently motions for him to turn around, Caliban wipes his face off with a white towel rubbing the back of his neck and readjusting the small ponytail on the back of his head. Behind him Cormack has now had enough and an idea occurs to him
Cormack: DEFINITELY!
As the familiar voice rings out through the arena Caliban drops the towel and his head follows it, he looks right into the camera and mouths the word fuck and turns round into a vicious Hangover Kick that catches him right on the chest blasting him back into the corner so he is wedged between the top and middle ropes
Cormack: You kicked me in the face with a thumb tack shoe, you were told to do something sick during that match and you decided to kick ME IN THE FACE WITH A THUMBTACK SNEAKER
He slaps Caliban across the face
Cormack: Get up!
He slaps him again and Caliban falls out of the corner onto his feet groaning
Caliban: Jesus Christ man was that really called for!
Cormack: For the last time, you kicked me in the face with a thumb tack sneaker, I would definitely say it was warranted now stand up straight and explain to me just what in the hell was going through that dumb ginger skull of yours?
He flicks his smaller companion on the forehead
Cormack: You really thought what you did last week was a good idea? Dropping character in public with no warning?
Caliban: I warned them
He stands up and stretches out his recently compressed diaphragm, you can hear his ribs crack as they move back to a more natural position
Caliban: I told them I wasn't doing their bullshit act anymore
Out of nowhere Caliban throws a hard right at the side of Cormacks head, the big man blocks it and hits a palm strike to his chest knocking him back into the corner again
Cormack: Why are you trying to....
Caliban pops up onto the top rope and flips backwards over Mac onto his feet and dropkicks him forward, the larger man grabs the top rope to avoid colliding with the turnbuckles and drops his head growling shaking his head, he turns round and ducks a backfist attempt and then swatting away a 540 kick
Cormack: Stop attacking me!
Caliban goes to stand up and Mac kicks him back down
Cormack: Stay down yah bleedin idiot!
Caliban rolls onto his back and finally concedes
Caliban (laughing): You sound like a fucking idiot when you use Irish language in a Canadian accent you know
Cormack sits down heavily beside him as Cali pulls himself up into the corner laying on the bottom turnbuckle
Caliban: I've never taken that kick before, not from you anyways, how the hell Did Roberts get up from that?
He rubs his ribs again wincing
Cormack: Trust me the sneaker hurt more
Caliban: What do you want from me? They said they wanted me to do something a little fucked up, it's not like I used it to win the match, I beat Lee Roberts clean
Cormack: After I blasted his nose backwards into the face
Caliban: You should've known the minute a masked Sinney jumped on the apron what was coming, you turned round you could have dove out of the ring it's not like I didn't give you the same warning I give everyone else, you heard Definitely and you turned round, you sealed your own fate
Cormack: Speaking of sealed fates, what happens if Dag beats you on Sunday night?
Caliban: Good god why has that question been the only one on everybody's lips since that damn match was announced? It was literally the only fucking thing Sinney could say after she found out
Cormack: Well that title.....
Caliban: YEAH THAT TITLE IS MY ANCHOR, THAT TITLE IS THE THING THAT HANDCUFFS THIS COMPANY TO ME, THAT TITLE THAT ONE OVER THERE ON THAT CHAIR RIGHT THERE IS THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES ME WORTHY OF BEING HERE! I get it I do
Cormack: So at least you understand the situation you are in, live or die, rise or fall
Caliban: Stop, just stop, enough or, there is no or, look at me, do you really think I am gunna let Dag Riddick, the most pointless man this company employs take this title from me? You think I am gunna live with the embarrassment of losing any strap to someone who doesn't even know who the fuck he is, seriously this guys got 2 personalities and both fucking suck. On one side he is some kind of intellectual, he is supposed to have some kind of new world view or way of living or something I think.... You spent time with the ice giants at the top of the world
Cormack: Well Iceland anyways
Caliban: Yeah Iceland, he is just another Slav trying to be part western dude awesome and part viking poet , unfortunately in truth this is just a persona Dag Riddick pulls out, the second part of Dag the one living in his head Dag is a little boy who needs to scream, he is the kid who probably got locked in closets for being a demon as a kid, hell Dag probably got taken to some Romanian gypsy witch to try to exorcise that demon, those people are fucking nuts
Cormack: And that one is also fucking dangerous
Caliban: Show me proof of that
Cormack: You couldn't beat him
Caliban: Correction he couldn't beat me
Cormack: Same thing, but if Dag loses this thing he will just call that a toilet belt and move on pretending he doesn't belong anywhere but the Big Belt picture
Caliban: Pffft
Cormack: Yes I know but he doesn't and losing to you won't change that state of mind and that brings us back to the million dollar question, what.... happens.... if.... Dag.... beats.... you....
Caliban: Well for one thing he will finally get a real win, hell he will even get a belt but he won't win, he can't win, there is a reason he can't get that elusive 1 2 3, Dag is a card-carrying member of the good enough club. He had the fucking nerve to claim an UNPINNED streak as some kind of achievement, he feels he accomplished something by avoiding the pin in his IT title match with me and Zmac a match he claimed he was never going to lose, that there was no doubt in his mind that he would lose, he said that. He also said it before Wade finally pinned the fucker and put him in his place a little bit, now I am gunna finish the job and hammer Dag Riddick into the go nowhere no hoper with a big mouth hole he is destined to be pegged into for the rest of his career.
Cormack: Damn this kid gets under your skin doesn't he?
Caliban: Not him, people like him, I wouldn't generalise this to one person because that would mean paying credence to that person's ability to rile me up, people like Dag believe that talking online makes them something, people like Dag believe that simply because they have a louder voice than a lot of the rest of us that, that means they get a say in things the rest of us would never open our mouths about.
He reaches behind him and grabs his water tossing his spare bottle to Mac
Caliban: Ok maybe he has got to me a little bit but can you blame me? I mean fuck who are these people, Dag Riddick, Tiffany White, Katherine Phoenix? I get Kat is meant to be some authority figure here or some shit but I have no idea who she is regardless of here getting more TV time than the commercials and product placement combined do during WCF programming. And now every single message that makes its way onto the WCF twitter feed comes from these idiots having chats online like some kind of god damn coven and coming from someone who made their name as an internet sensation in this company, if these people are annoying me online you know there is a problem
Cormack: Did yee ever stop to think this little girl guide group they all have kind of fallen into is a set up, with the way they talk to each other Kathy in particular it almost feels like they are trying to use the beach krew annoy the fuck outta you effect
Caliban: Well if that's what they are trying its fucking working
Cormack: Theres always the easy solution
Caliban: Yeah break Dags fucking fingers, hands, wrists and jaw so he can't communicate
Cormack (smiling): Aye that would work, or you could just ignore your twitter account for a bit
Caliban: Ah now Mac when one of your life goals is to cut the head off the Internet Champion you can't stay off twitter, that's like admitting defeat
Cormack: I'd take that loss lad, some things aren't worth your mental health
Caliban: I've spent nearly 4 years playing a tri minded sociopath my mental health aint that great anyways
Cormack: Aye that's true but still
Caliban: As for the answer to your question, I dunno what happens if he wins, but it is a pretty big IF, I may not have long left in WCF, I admit that and I understand that it's completely my own doing but if there is one thing I can do right before I leave here it is beat the shit out of Dag Riddick, if there is one memory I wanna leave this place with it is the memory of taking someone who god forbid due to sheer presence may some how fall into a world title match, even if it is at Ultimate Showdown or something. I wanna leave this place with the memory of Dag Riddick's face beneath my boot heal. If I walk out of this company some day soon I want it to be with Dag Riddick's screams of pain ringing in my ears, if Seth works out some way to take that belt off me some day as I am being metaphorically tossed out on my fucking head the memory of me Literally dropping that bearded little cunt on his will be enough to keep the smile on my face all the way out the door.
He takes another sip of water and continues
Caliban: Over the years I let a lot of people get under my skin here, most of those men ended up coming out on top when we finally got in the ring, did they ever talk shit again? Nah, but they still won, but if there is one thing that has been different since I came back here it is the fact that anybody who has got in my face like Dag has, even Zmac has been left laying by me! Mac I mean this when I say it, Sunday night I wanna make Dag bleed, Sunday night I am going to make him scream on sunday night Jordan Caliban is gunna take everything Dag Riddick has the same way I have done every time before but this time I will not let a ref or an undead bag of dicks stop me. Whether it be because I beat him into the mat so badly the ref has to stop this, or I get a 1 2 3 or a submission or even if I do what I did the first time and decide annihilating Dag Riddick will be more fun than pinning him Dag will not walk out with this belt he will not use me as any kind of stepping stone
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The following video was posted to Instagram and retweeted by @caliband
We open on Jordan sitting on the railings of his hotel balcony, behind him is a 12 floor drop onto concrete and he isn't holding on, he has a bottle of water in one hand and a joint in the other, he takes a long toke before he starts to speak
Caliban: Ever since day one I have called Dag Riddick a survivor, now in our business that term is normally awarded as some kind of praise, it is normally a good thing in this industry, and so Dag takes pride in it when I call him that. I think he believes it means I have some kind of sickening respect for him. Dag let me clear here, when I call you a survivor I call you it to insult you, I call you it to point out that while in the real world being a survivor is great, in this industry being a survivor just isn't good enough. Dag you just aren't good enough, so come on big man, tell the world that there is no way in hell you are gunna lose this match, tell the world how hard you are gunna fight for another toilet title you proclaimed beneath you. No sell the fact that every word I have spoken about you, every single word of it was nothing but a scathing deconstruction of a badly pieced together personality, one that has very little original thinking and proves that by consistently calling people out for their lack of original thinking
He smirks at the screen
Caliban: Dag has been racist, Dag has been homophobic, Dag has said some stuff that just plain makes no fucking sense and has put forward his opinions like someone who gets paid enough to have them. I am gunna go out there on Sunday night and teach Dag Riddick to be exactly what he is, nothing, just a fart on the fucking wind of all our lives. On Sunday night I am gunna make Dag Riddick go away, I am gunna beat you so bad Dag that you will never have the ability to look yourself in the eye again simply because I know that in your eye just like everybody else who has out classed you in this company, you think I can't beat you, in this industry Dag that will forever be your biggest mistake
