Post by kaleb on Mar 26, 2007 11:20:09 GMT -6
Late Monday morning after waking up from a pleasant slumber, new Power On Wrestling employee Kaleb Shadix decides to take a morning stroll around town. Outside of the Ameristar Casino in Kansas City -- clad in dark blue South Pole brand jeans, a black t-shirt with a multi-colored dragon logo on the front, and black Reebok sneakers -- Kaleb begins his expedition. While enjoying the cool outside air with the glistening sun shining ever-so-radiantly above, the new POW wrestler proceeds to speak for the very first time as he continues his walk.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Well, I guess since I've got a camera following me around it's an indication that I should do some sort of promo right? You know, explain why I'm here, what I'm going to be doing, and all of the other cliché bullshit every new guy that comes in here is obligated to do.
Kaleb shrugs his shoulders and continues on.
(KALEB SHADIX)
So, how should I start this and what exactly am I supposed to say then? I could take the generic route and proclaim that "I'm the best damn wrestler to ever step foot inside of a wrestling ring" and that "I'm going to destroy each and every opponent that is placed in my way". But, you know, it's not that easy. Well, maybe saying it is, but actually backing it up is another story. Time after time a new guy comes through the doors and says the same shit the last one said, and like his predecessors he doesn't live up to his own hype; he can "walk the walk but not talk the talk" so to speak. Well, I'm not one of those guys. I'm going to make sure that I stand out from the run-of-the-mill rookie.
Kaleb stops at a crosswalk. Staring up at the light, he patiently waits for it to flash red so that he is able to make his voyage across the street.
(KALEB SHADIX)
How exactly I decide to stick out from the rest is what you're going to have to wait and find out. But let's get back to the standard two topics damn near everyone references when they first step foot inside of a new company. Let's start with "why I'm here", shall we? Well, I'll put it to you like this and as simple as I possibly can: I need some money.
The streetlight changes from green, to yellow, and finally to red. As the cars in the street have stopped, an orange hand changes to a white walking figure on another screen, signifying a walkers cross to occur now. Kaleb, as well as a few other individuals who have gathered in the same spot as Kaleb awaiting their chance to cross, all cross the street at once.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Bad habits such as smoking and drinking as well as gambling don't necessarily mesh well with trying to save up money. The generic nine-to-five job wasn't cutting it. Besides, everywhere I've ever had a job I've f**king hated it with a passion. So, that's what brings us to the ever-growing industry of professional wrestling.
As Kaleb finishes completely crossing the street, he continues walking on the other side down a different sidewalk.
(KALEB SHADIX)
What more could you ask for in a job where you actually get PAID to beat the shit out of people? If only I could've smashed the f**king faces of the dickheads I've previously worked with -- and for. This is like a dream come true. While others have fantasies about being firemen, lawyers, doctors, and pro-football players, I have the growing urge to smash some faces and break some necks while getting paid without being liable for somebody else's well being. f**king right.
Shadix reaches down into his right pocket of his jeans and withdrawals a carton of cigarettes.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Money, fame, and bitches -- that's why I'm here, not to mention the added bonus of being a wrestler I've previously mentioned.
He opens the carton, and eyes the half a dozen cigarettes left as well as a blue Bic lighter shoved inside. Withdrawing a single cigarette, he places it in between his lips. Now, with the lighter he pulls out as well he ignites the spark and places it on the open end of the cigarette. The flame of the lighter sets fire cigarette. Kaleb now inhales, and seconds later exhales the smoke into the air.
(KALEB SHADIX)
I'm not doing this for my family, friends, or the fans -- I'm doing this solely for myself. I couldn't care less if people don't like me. Everyone can kiss my ass for all I care. As long as I get what I want out of this -- money, fame, and bitches as I've already said -- then I'll be a happy man. Hell, I don't even care if I'm considered a great wrestler, or a terrible one. As long as I win matches around here it doesn't matter what people think of me. And, hey, if by some weird turn of events I do garner a few fans? Well, then that just means those f**kers have a few mental problems. I'm the f**king anti-hero around here -- a bad influence. I'm certainly not the role model that your kids should be looking up to. But, guess what? Too f**king bad. As long as Tito Capaci allows it, I'll continue breaking necks and cashing checks around here till the day I die.
Kaleb continues taking drag after drag of his cigarette as he continues walking, and talking.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Which brings me to the next query: "what I plan on doing". Winning, duh. Isn't that what everyone sets out to do? It's not going to be an easy task, though. I understand that. There is a reason that such a small federation as POW is on a quick rise to national admiration, and it's because of the talent level it offers. Some of the best wrestling talent in the world is found here in POW, and I'd be a bold-faced liar if I said that I am ready and able to take out each and every single person on the roster with absolute ease. Hell, I don't even have any proper training or experience, so I'm going into this like a deer in headlights.
Kaleb smirks slightly. He understands that he certainly doesn't seem like the most promising rookie to show up, but that doesn't bother him. For some reason or another, he feels he's able to cut it inside the squared circle. Only time will tell if he is actually capable of doing so.
(KALEB SHADIX)
This Thursday is the first chance I get to see if I can even hold my own inside a wrestling ring. It's not even a regular match -- it's a gauntlet match. Fan-f**king-tastic. Instead of one person, I have to worry about five. Looks like I've got my work cut out for me, huh? It's all good though, because if I'm actually able to come out of this shit the winner, then my name will spread like f**king wildfire.
The cigarette he has been smoking has finally shrunken in size to where only the filter remains. Kaleb pries it from his mouth and throws it to the ground, and then stomps on it for good measure. He comes across a parking lot which is currently empty, so he walks over and sits on a curb surrounding the area.
(KALEB SHADIX)
I wanted to stand out from the basic influx of new talent, and this is the way I can do it. Everybody in this six-person gauntlet match is new to POW. Maybe not to wrestling as a whole like I am, but when it comes to POW everybody is on the same level. Besides Dan Real, nobody included has had more than a single match at most, and I'm still including Dan Real in the "new" category since this is his first match back after repackaging himself.
Kaleb takes out the same cigarette carton, and again retracts a cigarette along with his blue lighter. He places the cigarette in his mouth, and then attempts to light it with his lighter. However, his lighter is apparently low on fluid because it won't ignite properly. He continually tries flicking the top of the lighter in hopes of it finally presenting a flame, but he gets nothing but sparks.
(KALEB SHADIX)
f**k!
He tries a few more times but to no avail. Kaleb searches around the area with his cool blue eyes and comes across a man about twenty feet away lighting a cigarette with a working lighter. Kaleb rises, lets out a sigh of relief, and then saunters over to the fellow who has began smoking his 'cancer stick'.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Hey, buddy, think I can get a light?
The man turns his attention to Kaleb, and shrugs. Seeing Kaleb with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, the guys reaches into his pocket and removes the same cigarette he just lit his cigarette with.
(SMOKER)
Sure. There you go.
The man hands over his lighter which, ironically, is the same color as Kaleb's. Kaleb ignites it and then lights his cigarette. In a quick, sly motion Kaleb trades his lighter for the guy's. He hands his lighter over to the man, and then places the working one into his own pocket.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Thanks, man.
The two nod at one another and then Kaleb walks off. He exhales a smoke ring and then walks off with a slight smirk. The man subsequently tries igniting his lighter just out of habit, and discovers that it won't work. With a quizzical look upon his face, he tries it again but to no avail. Over and over again the man tries to get his lighter to work, and ultimately comes to the realization that he's been duped.
(SMOKER)
Hey!
The man starts a quick pace towards Kaleb, who looks back at the man coming toward him and then jets off. The man starts running as well and as in quick pursuit.
(SMOKER)
Get back here, you f**ker! Try and do something nice for someone and this shit happens! Give it back!
Kaleb sprints along a sidewalk while the man chases behind and yells at him. Bobbing and weaving through pedestrians, Kaleb gains a comfortable lead a few meters in front of the man. Not in very good shape, the man runs out of breath and stops to take a breather. Kaleb, far head, stops and looks back at the man. He waves and smiles while the man just flips him the bird. Kaleb then continues off into the distance and loses his follower. Now, back to walking, Kaleb takes a large drag of his cigarette that he was someone able to keep in his mouth as he ran away from the man he deprived of a lighter. His eyes settle amongst a bench, and Kaleb approaches it and sits down. He lets out a large sigh and then exhales smoke into the air after taking a drag of his cigarette. With his sharp blue eyes, he stares into the camera's lens and gets down to business.
(KALEB SHADIX)
With everything else having been said, let's move on to the five men I'll be finding myself against this Thursday at the Road to Spring Breakage. Let's start with Corbin Ford. Haven't really seem him around much, or at all actually. Maybe he's just one of those guys that goes around from federation to federation singing contracts left and right, and then he's never heard from again. In all honesty, I hope he is. I hope he f**ks off to some piece of shit organization that has talent even a fifth grader could compete against, and POW is rid free of him. Makes my job much easier. And what if this guy does show up? Well, he can try and "Corbinize" me and the others all he'd like -- by the way, that has to be one of the absolute gayest things I've ever heard -- but if he gets in my way I'll be looking forward to beating his ass worse than what his catchphrase is… and, believe me, that's f**king bad.
The other four men in the match have already shown their faces on camera. Last week after signing contracts, both Jace Williams and Harry Jackson had something to say. After that, however, nothing but silence. Until they actually do something else, I'll just think of them as the rookies who run their mouths and then can't live up to their own hype. Remember me saying something about that earlier? Yeah, these two are the epitomes of it thus far. Jace Williams, as I can remember, came out blurting that he is "The Savior", he's not a bad guy, and all of this other crap. Jace Williams is the exact opposite of myself. He kisses the fans asses, he follows the rules, obeys the law, blah, blah, blah. I'll kick this goody two-shoes' teeth so far down his throat he'll be able to wipe his ass and floss at the same time. And as for Harry Jackson? Well, the only thing I can remember him complaining about was the names of the POW superstars. Ha! This guy has some f**king room to talk. Every time I think of this guy I keep mistaking his name as "Hairy Johnson"…
Kaleb sblack persons a bit. He takes another long, hard drag of his cigarette and releases a smoke ring seconds later. He then continues on.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Then there is Dan Real and Shadow, both of which had something to say this week prior to our match. Dan Real didn't really say much about his opponents though. Not sure why -- maybe he's scared to say anything about anyone because he's afraid that they'll annihilate him worse than what they were originally planning. I knew I would've. Instead, Dan just went on about how he's back and trying to prove that he can become a big star. Well, he's not off to a very good start because he's got one of me as his opponents in his return match. I highly doubt spending a month in Japan or wherever the hell he said he went would change him significantly. I can almost guarantee he's the same God damn loser that was serving as canon-fodder for the bigger stars around here when he was still around a little over a month ago. However, he's trying to persuade everyone that he's a changed man, and that he has much more to offer than what he did before. Hah, we'll see.
Finally, I get to Shadow. Shadow only had one match here in Power On Wrestling thus far, and lo and behold he did exactly what he's going to do this Thursday: lose. Shadow is one of those poser Goths, or whatever the f**k label he fits under. It doesn't really matter to me, he can label himself whatever he wants, but all I can say is that the label he's going to have tagged upon himself after Thursday is "loser". Shadow apparently likes bragging how long he lasted in that rumble match he had last week, and how many finishing maneuvers he endured or whatever. Newsflash: whether you survive two impact moves and lose a match or endure five hundred and lose, you still lost the match either way. Like Dan Real, Shadow really didn't delve into trash-talking his opponents like I am. Other than the fact that he said he was going to plow through all five of us, he basically wasted his breath and my God damn time going on a random tangent about his love affair with Big Ci. You've got bigger things to worry about, pal. No matter how large Big Ci is, you've got five hungry mother f**kers willing to murder you just to get ahead in this company. At least I know I am willing to do so, anyways. Oh, and just to put it out there: if the little bitch you parade around with decides to get involved in the match, I'm going to ram my cock down her f**king throat and choke her to death.
After finally finishing all that he has to say, he takes the cigarette from his mouth and throws it like a dart at the lens of the camera. The cigarette hit’s the lens directly, and then falls to the ground. Kaleb rises from the bench, smirks once while glaring into the camera, and then turns away. He begins walking off, and eventually the scene fades away to darkness.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Well, I guess since I've got a camera following me around it's an indication that I should do some sort of promo right? You know, explain why I'm here, what I'm going to be doing, and all of the other cliché bullshit every new guy that comes in here is obligated to do.
Kaleb shrugs his shoulders and continues on.
(KALEB SHADIX)
So, how should I start this and what exactly am I supposed to say then? I could take the generic route and proclaim that "I'm the best damn wrestler to ever step foot inside of a wrestling ring" and that "I'm going to destroy each and every opponent that is placed in my way". But, you know, it's not that easy. Well, maybe saying it is, but actually backing it up is another story. Time after time a new guy comes through the doors and says the same shit the last one said, and like his predecessors he doesn't live up to his own hype; he can "walk the walk but not talk the talk" so to speak. Well, I'm not one of those guys. I'm going to make sure that I stand out from the run-of-the-mill rookie.
Kaleb stops at a crosswalk. Staring up at the light, he patiently waits for it to flash red so that he is able to make his voyage across the street.
(KALEB SHADIX)
How exactly I decide to stick out from the rest is what you're going to have to wait and find out. But let's get back to the standard two topics damn near everyone references when they first step foot inside of a new company. Let's start with "why I'm here", shall we? Well, I'll put it to you like this and as simple as I possibly can: I need some money.
The streetlight changes from green, to yellow, and finally to red. As the cars in the street have stopped, an orange hand changes to a white walking figure on another screen, signifying a walkers cross to occur now. Kaleb, as well as a few other individuals who have gathered in the same spot as Kaleb awaiting their chance to cross, all cross the street at once.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Bad habits such as smoking and drinking as well as gambling don't necessarily mesh well with trying to save up money. The generic nine-to-five job wasn't cutting it. Besides, everywhere I've ever had a job I've f**king hated it with a passion. So, that's what brings us to the ever-growing industry of professional wrestling.
As Kaleb finishes completely crossing the street, he continues walking on the other side down a different sidewalk.
(KALEB SHADIX)
What more could you ask for in a job where you actually get PAID to beat the shit out of people? If only I could've smashed the f**king faces of the dickheads I've previously worked with -- and for. This is like a dream come true. While others have fantasies about being firemen, lawyers, doctors, and pro-football players, I have the growing urge to smash some faces and break some necks while getting paid without being liable for somebody else's well being. f**king right.
Shadix reaches down into his right pocket of his jeans and withdrawals a carton of cigarettes.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Money, fame, and bitches -- that's why I'm here, not to mention the added bonus of being a wrestler I've previously mentioned.
He opens the carton, and eyes the half a dozen cigarettes left as well as a blue Bic lighter shoved inside. Withdrawing a single cigarette, he places it in between his lips. Now, with the lighter he pulls out as well he ignites the spark and places it on the open end of the cigarette. The flame of the lighter sets fire cigarette. Kaleb now inhales, and seconds later exhales the smoke into the air.
(KALEB SHADIX)
I'm not doing this for my family, friends, or the fans -- I'm doing this solely for myself. I couldn't care less if people don't like me. Everyone can kiss my ass for all I care. As long as I get what I want out of this -- money, fame, and bitches as I've already said -- then I'll be a happy man. Hell, I don't even care if I'm considered a great wrestler, or a terrible one. As long as I win matches around here it doesn't matter what people think of me. And, hey, if by some weird turn of events I do garner a few fans? Well, then that just means those f**kers have a few mental problems. I'm the f**king anti-hero around here -- a bad influence. I'm certainly not the role model that your kids should be looking up to. But, guess what? Too f**king bad. As long as Tito Capaci allows it, I'll continue breaking necks and cashing checks around here till the day I die.
Kaleb continues taking drag after drag of his cigarette as he continues walking, and talking.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Which brings me to the next query: "what I plan on doing". Winning, duh. Isn't that what everyone sets out to do? It's not going to be an easy task, though. I understand that. There is a reason that such a small federation as POW is on a quick rise to national admiration, and it's because of the talent level it offers. Some of the best wrestling talent in the world is found here in POW, and I'd be a bold-faced liar if I said that I am ready and able to take out each and every single person on the roster with absolute ease. Hell, I don't even have any proper training or experience, so I'm going into this like a deer in headlights.
Kaleb smirks slightly. He understands that he certainly doesn't seem like the most promising rookie to show up, but that doesn't bother him. For some reason or another, he feels he's able to cut it inside the squared circle. Only time will tell if he is actually capable of doing so.
(KALEB SHADIX)
This Thursday is the first chance I get to see if I can even hold my own inside a wrestling ring. It's not even a regular match -- it's a gauntlet match. Fan-f**king-tastic. Instead of one person, I have to worry about five. Looks like I've got my work cut out for me, huh? It's all good though, because if I'm actually able to come out of this shit the winner, then my name will spread like f**king wildfire.
The cigarette he has been smoking has finally shrunken in size to where only the filter remains. Kaleb pries it from his mouth and throws it to the ground, and then stomps on it for good measure. He comes across a parking lot which is currently empty, so he walks over and sits on a curb surrounding the area.
(KALEB SHADIX)
I wanted to stand out from the basic influx of new talent, and this is the way I can do it. Everybody in this six-person gauntlet match is new to POW. Maybe not to wrestling as a whole like I am, but when it comes to POW everybody is on the same level. Besides Dan Real, nobody included has had more than a single match at most, and I'm still including Dan Real in the "new" category since this is his first match back after repackaging himself.
Kaleb takes out the same cigarette carton, and again retracts a cigarette along with his blue lighter. He places the cigarette in his mouth, and then attempts to light it with his lighter. However, his lighter is apparently low on fluid because it won't ignite properly. He continually tries flicking the top of the lighter in hopes of it finally presenting a flame, but he gets nothing but sparks.
(KALEB SHADIX)
f**k!
He tries a few more times but to no avail. Kaleb searches around the area with his cool blue eyes and comes across a man about twenty feet away lighting a cigarette with a working lighter. Kaleb rises, lets out a sigh of relief, and then saunters over to the fellow who has began smoking his 'cancer stick'.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Hey, buddy, think I can get a light?
The man turns his attention to Kaleb, and shrugs. Seeing Kaleb with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, the guys reaches into his pocket and removes the same cigarette he just lit his cigarette with.
(SMOKER)
Sure. There you go.
The man hands over his lighter which, ironically, is the same color as Kaleb's. Kaleb ignites it and then lights his cigarette. In a quick, sly motion Kaleb trades his lighter for the guy's. He hands his lighter over to the man, and then places the working one into his own pocket.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Thanks, man.
The two nod at one another and then Kaleb walks off. He exhales a smoke ring and then walks off with a slight smirk. The man subsequently tries igniting his lighter just out of habit, and discovers that it won't work. With a quizzical look upon his face, he tries it again but to no avail. Over and over again the man tries to get his lighter to work, and ultimately comes to the realization that he's been duped.
(SMOKER)
Hey!
The man starts a quick pace towards Kaleb, who looks back at the man coming toward him and then jets off. The man starts running as well and as in quick pursuit.
(SMOKER)
Get back here, you f**ker! Try and do something nice for someone and this shit happens! Give it back!
Kaleb sprints along a sidewalk while the man chases behind and yells at him. Bobbing and weaving through pedestrians, Kaleb gains a comfortable lead a few meters in front of the man. Not in very good shape, the man runs out of breath and stops to take a breather. Kaleb, far head, stops and looks back at the man. He waves and smiles while the man just flips him the bird. Kaleb then continues off into the distance and loses his follower. Now, back to walking, Kaleb takes a large drag of his cigarette that he was someone able to keep in his mouth as he ran away from the man he deprived of a lighter. His eyes settle amongst a bench, and Kaleb approaches it and sits down. He lets out a large sigh and then exhales smoke into the air after taking a drag of his cigarette. With his sharp blue eyes, he stares into the camera's lens and gets down to business.
(KALEB SHADIX)
With everything else having been said, let's move on to the five men I'll be finding myself against this Thursday at the Road to Spring Breakage. Let's start with Corbin Ford. Haven't really seem him around much, or at all actually. Maybe he's just one of those guys that goes around from federation to federation singing contracts left and right, and then he's never heard from again. In all honesty, I hope he is. I hope he f**ks off to some piece of shit organization that has talent even a fifth grader could compete against, and POW is rid free of him. Makes my job much easier. And what if this guy does show up? Well, he can try and "Corbinize" me and the others all he'd like -- by the way, that has to be one of the absolute gayest things I've ever heard -- but if he gets in my way I'll be looking forward to beating his ass worse than what his catchphrase is… and, believe me, that's f**king bad.
The other four men in the match have already shown their faces on camera. Last week after signing contracts, both Jace Williams and Harry Jackson had something to say. After that, however, nothing but silence. Until they actually do something else, I'll just think of them as the rookies who run their mouths and then can't live up to their own hype. Remember me saying something about that earlier? Yeah, these two are the epitomes of it thus far. Jace Williams, as I can remember, came out blurting that he is "The Savior", he's not a bad guy, and all of this other crap. Jace Williams is the exact opposite of myself. He kisses the fans asses, he follows the rules, obeys the law, blah, blah, blah. I'll kick this goody two-shoes' teeth so far down his throat he'll be able to wipe his ass and floss at the same time. And as for Harry Jackson? Well, the only thing I can remember him complaining about was the names of the POW superstars. Ha! This guy has some f**king room to talk. Every time I think of this guy I keep mistaking his name as "Hairy Johnson"…
Kaleb sblack persons a bit. He takes another long, hard drag of his cigarette and releases a smoke ring seconds later. He then continues on.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Then there is Dan Real and Shadow, both of which had something to say this week prior to our match. Dan Real didn't really say much about his opponents though. Not sure why -- maybe he's scared to say anything about anyone because he's afraid that they'll annihilate him worse than what they were originally planning. I knew I would've. Instead, Dan just went on about how he's back and trying to prove that he can become a big star. Well, he's not off to a very good start because he's got one of me as his opponents in his return match. I highly doubt spending a month in Japan or wherever the hell he said he went would change him significantly. I can almost guarantee he's the same God damn loser that was serving as canon-fodder for the bigger stars around here when he was still around a little over a month ago. However, he's trying to persuade everyone that he's a changed man, and that he has much more to offer than what he did before. Hah, we'll see.
Finally, I get to Shadow. Shadow only had one match here in Power On Wrestling thus far, and lo and behold he did exactly what he's going to do this Thursday: lose. Shadow is one of those poser Goths, or whatever the f**k label he fits under. It doesn't really matter to me, he can label himself whatever he wants, but all I can say is that the label he's going to have tagged upon himself after Thursday is "loser". Shadow apparently likes bragging how long he lasted in that rumble match he had last week, and how many finishing maneuvers he endured or whatever. Newsflash: whether you survive two impact moves and lose a match or endure five hundred and lose, you still lost the match either way. Like Dan Real, Shadow really didn't delve into trash-talking his opponents like I am. Other than the fact that he said he was going to plow through all five of us, he basically wasted his breath and my God damn time going on a random tangent about his love affair with Big Ci. You've got bigger things to worry about, pal. No matter how large Big Ci is, you've got five hungry mother f**kers willing to murder you just to get ahead in this company. At least I know I am willing to do so, anyways. Oh, and just to put it out there: if the little bitch you parade around with decides to get involved in the match, I'm going to ram my cock down her f**king throat and choke her to death.
After finally finishing all that he has to say, he takes the cigarette from his mouth and throws it like a dart at the lens of the camera. The cigarette hit’s the lens directly, and then falls to the ground. Kaleb rises from the bench, smirks once while glaring into the camera, and then turns away. He begins walking off, and eventually the scene fades away to darkness.