Post by jordancaliban on Dec 6, 2013 19:52:16 GMT -5
We open on Caliban, no music, no flare, no smile just a straight determined face looking at the camera
Anyone who has had even a brief look at my career knows who brought me into this business, they know the names of the men who taught me this business and they should know that those men, they don't like me very much right now. People have invested time in me that none of them thought was worth their time, I was given help in this industry that I sure as hell didn't deserve and now I am 5 years into this thing and still running around with the thought in my head that maybe I can and maybe I can't win, either way I get to have fun and you know what, that statement has pissed a hell of a lot of people off. For instance let me show you something, this is a handy cam reel of what happened when I came through the curtain on Monday night, one of my trainers was there, he was an old guy called Joel, real tough ass, stretched the shit out of me for 6 months before he conceded I could do this, this is pretty much what happened
Caliban snaps his fingers and the shot switches to the handy cam shot he was talking about, it starts in the guerrilla area with Caliban coming through the curtain, he is beaten, tired and pissed, he goes to grab a chair and throw it when out of nowhere a huge man comes behind him and puts him in a triangle choke hold and drags him out of the area, the camera follows and Caliban gets dragged through the back stage area. Needless to say after a while and especially going through catering this gets embarrassing but it doesn't stop, next the guy pulls Jordy round by the merch and concession stands, again by the neck and encourages the crowd to laugh at him. The whole thing ends when Caliban is thrown into an empty room unceremoniously with the huge man who seems to be 7 foot and not in the possession of a neck throws the camera man inside as well and slams the door
SIT THE FUCK DOWN!
Caliban at this point has regained his senses and understandable is pissed at this
What the fuck was that! Jesus Christ its been a fucking year and that's how you say hello!
5 FUCKING YEARS TO LONG YOU EGOTISTICAL ON THE FENCE EVERY DAY OF HIS DAMN LIFE LITTLE PRICK!
WHAT! What did I do?
YOU LOST! OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND YOU HAVEN'T FUCKING STOPPED!
So?
SO! SO!? 15 years of breaking parts of yourself and putting it back together, 5 years of traveling the globe getting your ass kicked by the best, FOR FREE BY THE WAY! Oh yeah you spend all this time talking about how you came from fuck all, DO YOU THINK YOU GOT A SCHOLARSHIP TO THE HARVARD TOUR OF PRO WRESTLING TO FUCKING LOSE BOY! And it sure as hell didn't happen so that you could pretend like you enjoy losing!
I don't enjoy losing, I ENJOY WRESTLING! LET ME MAKE THIS CLEAR TO YOU AND ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE ASKED YOU TO COME HERE AND HUMILIATE ME TODAY!
Caliban coughs the volume from his voice and starts to speak all civil like
I am not losing on purpose you fool, and when I say the things I say about losing and how hell if it happens it wont matter, Ill be back here in 7 days to win or lose again
At this point the larger individual slaps him hard across the face
When are you going to get it kid! You can live everyday like its your last or you can be the man you told us all every night at the bar that you dreamed of being, Jordan you know you don't hold title belts when you can't even say that you want it more than anyone else. It's fine to say that losing won't phase you but to say that it won't bother you not to win? WAKE UP!
We fade back to Caliban still sitting there straight faced
I like being different, I like being the guy who is always in it for the next match and nothing else but what the wall just told me is a valid point, you see I have fun but at the same time the reason I can have that fun is because I know I am good enough to win any match you put me in, it's not just about a random night of magic were anyone can be the star. In a perfect world maybe it would be but right now I am peaking at the under card and holy fuck would you look at me!
Caliban climbs up onto the table walking over it taking his jacket off revealing a bare chest tattooed with the words "TURN THOUGHTS INTO SCREAMS." He swaggers towards the camera and it starts to move back giving him space, he smiles
I think I need to introduce myself again, like I did a month ago, long before this losing streak began, back when I was the first winner on the first show in this companies history, and then the next week we all know what happened, and I blamed it on my ego but it wasn't my ego, it just happens, and every week I continued to let it build on me, getting me angry and letting the voices in my head yell out for me while I bathed alone in the black. BAHAHAHAHA But now I see it! It's so damn simple! I could fucking cry.
At this point Caliban's hands are flying everywhere as he talks seemingly telling their own story at the same time,
Watch those matches, you see what I see? I got beat yes, did I get out performed? DID I fuck! But I was so determined to be that serious guy that I forgot that I like being the damn show man, I like being the asshole who wins matches by stealing the spotlight from every damn person I face, Jingle balls did well last week but it was the beating I put on Mr Carter that made headlines the next day. See I don't need to go for the win, when you look this damn good and are this damn flawless in both brutality and sheer fineness you don't find wins, the wins are already there.
He takes out a smoke and lights it, he sits back on the table and thinks about what to say next
This week I face the most intense mother in this company right now, the guy is pissed, he's getting kinda old, and he has made a point of saying he doesn't want to be a cog in the machine anymore, well buddy at least we can agree on that, but the thing is, and lets just lay it out on the table here, you missed your chance man, hell fair play you made it to the qualifier and gave us all a what if story and hell just like me you had it in the palm of you hand, and it was taken away. You didn't get the job done, the difference between us is, I was impeded, you simply could not get it done. I myself however did not get there out of a lucky break in a losing streak, I deserved that spot and fucking hell do I deserve it again, this week it's all about me and Portal but still in the back of my mind is the all out cluster bombs to end all cluster fucking bombs, and me, I screw it lads I'm so looking forward to it. Right now I got shit to do, I'll cover that later, back to portal. Dude when I talk about being the evolutionary next step in this industry you need to understand that there are steps below that I have climbed up to get here, I have seen 150 old boys like you, they normally put a guy like me in the ring with them in his first week in the company, all hot headed and sick of the kids Bob Holly style characters. See APB while I haven't beaten you before doesn't mean I haven't beaten you before, I have crushed old bones like dust between these hands. I'm something you have never seen before old man, something you will not be able to slow down, or wear down, or catch and kill quickly, this isn't going to be a lesson from one style to the other in the art of real sporty wrestling, you think that big ass moonsault of yours is impressive, dude if you weren't rocking the old mans gut my mother would be able to kick out of that move. But with me when I go up there, up at my perch, my home, the place I feel most alive and comfortable, I face my opponent knowing that with this move I could end his career or his life and you know what my answer to that is? Try, it's like that big red button yah know! The opportunity is there so why the hell not, it will look cool and your definitely not going to lose if you hit it. And you know what Allen? I very rarely miss when the Caliboom rings out...INCOMING
He laughs and the camera shuts off
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The music can be heard in the background and we open on Caliban back in official promo mode with the pure symbol behind him, he looks excited and starts talking bursting with enthusiasm
So we get one more go huh guys? Some of us have been there before but now we add in the people who couldn't make the cut even for a match, we got big 7 foot fucking demons and dudes in masks who weigh about the size of said demons thigh, we got people out to change the world and some dude desperate to end it, and then
He opens his arms out and walks towards the camera
YOU HAVE ME!
He falls back a little laughing and wrapping his arms round his splitting sides,
Look, it's gunna go like this, we have a caged animal who has 2 matches in one night and an on to the next one mentality, so basically win or lose out of all the guys one the card prior to the battle royal I am the one definitely worth putting your money on. Consider it for a second, you have me and you have APB in that first match, I win I get the momentum and a little bit more of my swagger back before I dive into the breach. If I lose, well if I lose then hell what else am I gunna do but walk to the ring and do what I do when my back is against the wall, I be me, see while there is that top rope conundrum of how to hit high flying offense when its a really bad idea to not be on the ground has alluded a lot of the fans of flight, I don't need the sky to make an impact, see boys when all is said and done, it is the superior who will walk out of that ring with the final spot shot at glory, and myself, while I am not the most prominent figure round here, I am definitely one of the smartest and when it comes down to a battle of reaction, wits and adaptability, that is when you step into Jordan Caliban's Carnival of can you top this, and guess what guys, you can't, I dare you to try and stop me. Monday night is my moment, it will be one in a long fucking string of moments but Monday is going to be one that I will own forever. This is the final shot at the biggest game of the year and I am not coming to lose, ladies and gentlemen my name is Jordan Caliban and I am the innovator or the revolution, I am the next step in pro wrestling's evolution and when it all comes down to it, there isn't a damn person on this planet who can touch me... INCOMING
He holds up a hand to the camera just before the shot cuts off and written in black marker on the palm is the word's
THE NEW SHOW STOPPER
He then closes his hand and the word APB is written across his fist, the video then cuts out
Anyone who has had even a brief look at my career knows who brought me into this business, they know the names of the men who taught me this business and they should know that those men, they don't like me very much right now. People have invested time in me that none of them thought was worth their time, I was given help in this industry that I sure as hell didn't deserve and now I am 5 years into this thing and still running around with the thought in my head that maybe I can and maybe I can't win, either way I get to have fun and you know what, that statement has pissed a hell of a lot of people off. For instance let me show you something, this is a handy cam reel of what happened when I came through the curtain on Monday night, one of my trainers was there, he was an old guy called Joel, real tough ass, stretched the shit out of me for 6 months before he conceded I could do this, this is pretty much what happened
Caliban snaps his fingers and the shot switches to the handy cam shot he was talking about, it starts in the guerrilla area with Caliban coming through the curtain, he is beaten, tired and pissed, he goes to grab a chair and throw it when out of nowhere a huge man comes behind him and puts him in a triangle choke hold and drags him out of the area, the camera follows and Caliban gets dragged through the back stage area. Needless to say after a while and especially going through catering this gets embarrassing but it doesn't stop, next the guy pulls Jordy round by the merch and concession stands, again by the neck and encourages the crowd to laugh at him. The whole thing ends when Caliban is thrown into an empty room unceremoniously with the huge man who seems to be 7 foot and not in the possession of a neck throws the camera man inside as well and slams the door
SIT THE FUCK DOWN!
Caliban at this point has regained his senses and understandable is pissed at this
What the fuck was that! Jesus Christ its been a fucking year and that's how you say hello!
5 FUCKING YEARS TO LONG YOU EGOTISTICAL ON THE FENCE EVERY DAY OF HIS DAMN LIFE LITTLE PRICK!
WHAT! What did I do?
YOU LOST! OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND YOU HAVEN'T FUCKING STOPPED!
So?
SO! SO!? 15 years of breaking parts of yourself and putting it back together, 5 years of traveling the globe getting your ass kicked by the best, FOR FREE BY THE WAY! Oh yeah you spend all this time talking about how you came from fuck all, DO YOU THINK YOU GOT A SCHOLARSHIP TO THE HARVARD TOUR OF PRO WRESTLING TO FUCKING LOSE BOY! And it sure as hell didn't happen so that you could pretend like you enjoy losing!
I don't enjoy losing, I ENJOY WRESTLING! LET ME MAKE THIS CLEAR TO YOU AND ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE ASKED YOU TO COME HERE AND HUMILIATE ME TODAY!
Caliban coughs the volume from his voice and starts to speak all civil like
I am not losing on purpose you fool, and when I say the things I say about losing and how hell if it happens it wont matter, Ill be back here in 7 days to win or lose again
At this point the larger individual slaps him hard across the face
When are you going to get it kid! You can live everyday like its your last or you can be the man you told us all every night at the bar that you dreamed of being, Jordan you know you don't hold title belts when you can't even say that you want it more than anyone else. It's fine to say that losing won't phase you but to say that it won't bother you not to win? WAKE UP!
We fade back to Caliban still sitting there straight faced
I like being different, I like being the guy who is always in it for the next match and nothing else but what the wall just told me is a valid point, you see I have fun but at the same time the reason I can have that fun is because I know I am good enough to win any match you put me in, it's not just about a random night of magic were anyone can be the star. In a perfect world maybe it would be but right now I am peaking at the under card and holy fuck would you look at me!
Caliban climbs up onto the table walking over it taking his jacket off revealing a bare chest tattooed with the words "TURN THOUGHTS INTO SCREAMS." He swaggers towards the camera and it starts to move back giving him space, he smiles
I think I need to introduce myself again, like I did a month ago, long before this losing streak began, back when I was the first winner on the first show in this companies history, and then the next week we all know what happened, and I blamed it on my ego but it wasn't my ego, it just happens, and every week I continued to let it build on me, getting me angry and letting the voices in my head yell out for me while I bathed alone in the black. BAHAHAHAHA But now I see it! It's so damn simple! I could fucking cry.
At this point Caliban's hands are flying everywhere as he talks seemingly telling their own story at the same time,
Watch those matches, you see what I see? I got beat yes, did I get out performed? DID I fuck! But I was so determined to be that serious guy that I forgot that I like being the damn show man, I like being the asshole who wins matches by stealing the spotlight from every damn person I face, Jingle balls did well last week but it was the beating I put on Mr Carter that made headlines the next day. See I don't need to go for the win, when you look this damn good and are this damn flawless in both brutality and sheer fineness you don't find wins, the wins are already there.
He takes out a smoke and lights it, he sits back on the table and thinks about what to say next
This week I face the most intense mother in this company right now, the guy is pissed, he's getting kinda old, and he has made a point of saying he doesn't want to be a cog in the machine anymore, well buddy at least we can agree on that, but the thing is, and lets just lay it out on the table here, you missed your chance man, hell fair play you made it to the qualifier and gave us all a what if story and hell just like me you had it in the palm of you hand, and it was taken away. You didn't get the job done, the difference between us is, I was impeded, you simply could not get it done. I myself however did not get there out of a lucky break in a losing streak, I deserved that spot and fucking hell do I deserve it again, this week it's all about me and Portal but still in the back of my mind is the all out cluster bombs to end all cluster fucking bombs, and me, I screw it lads I'm so looking forward to it. Right now I got shit to do, I'll cover that later, back to portal. Dude when I talk about being the evolutionary next step in this industry you need to understand that there are steps below that I have climbed up to get here, I have seen 150 old boys like you, they normally put a guy like me in the ring with them in his first week in the company, all hot headed and sick of the kids Bob Holly style characters. See APB while I haven't beaten you before doesn't mean I haven't beaten you before, I have crushed old bones like dust between these hands. I'm something you have never seen before old man, something you will not be able to slow down, or wear down, or catch and kill quickly, this isn't going to be a lesson from one style to the other in the art of real sporty wrestling, you think that big ass moonsault of yours is impressive, dude if you weren't rocking the old mans gut my mother would be able to kick out of that move. But with me when I go up there, up at my perch, my home, the place I feel most alive and comfortable, I face my opponent knowing that with this move I could end his career or his life and you know what my answer to that is? Try, it's like that big red button yah know! The opportunity is there so why the hell not, it will look cool and your definitely not going to lose if you hit it. And you know what Allen? I very rarely miss when the Caliboom rings out...INCOMING
He laughs and the camera shuts off
================================================================================================
The music can be heard in the background and we open on Caliban back in official promo mode with the pure symbol behind him, he looks excited and starts talking bursting with enthusiasm
So we get one more go huh guys? Some of us have been there before but now we add in the people who couldn't make the cut even for a match, we got big 7 foot fucking demons and dudes in masks who weigh about the size of said demons thigh, we got people out to change the world and some dude desperate to end it, and then
He opens his arms out and walks towards the camera
YOU HAVE ME!
He falls back a little laughing and wrapping his arms round his splitting sides,
Look, it's gunna go like this, we have a caged animal who has 2 matches in one night and an on to the next one mentality, so basically win or lose out of all the guys one the card prior to the battle royal I am the one definitely worth putting your money on. Consider it for a second, you have me and you have APB in that first match, I win I get the momentum and a little bit more of my swagger back before I dive into the breach. If I lose, well if I lose then hell what else am I gunna do but walk to the ring and do what I do when my back is against the wall, I be me, see while there is that top rope conundrum of how to hit high flying offense when its a really bad idea to not be on the ground has alluded a lot of the fans of flight, I don't need the sky to make an impact, see boys when all is said and done, it is the superior who will walk out of that ring with the final spot shot at glory, and myself, while I am not the most prominent figure round here, I am definitely one of the smartest and when it comes down to a battle of reaction, wits and adaptability, that is when you step into Jordan Caliban's Carnival of can you top this, and guess what guys, you can't, I dare you to try and stop me. Monday night is my moment, it will be one in a long fucking string of moments but Monday is going to be one that I will own forever. This is the final shot at the biggest game of the year and I am not coming to lose, ladies and gentlemen my name is Jordan Caliban and I am the innovator or the revolution, I am the next step in pro wrestling's evolution and when it all comes down to it, there isn't a damn person on this planet who can touch me... INCOMING
He holds up a hand to the camera just before the shot cuts off and written in black marker on the palm is the word's
THE NEW SHOW STOPPER
He then closes his hand and the word APB is written across his fist, the video then cuts out