Post by kaleb on May 7, 2007 10:44:50 GMT -6
The unfortunate location of Greensburg, Kansas has recently been shredded to bits and pieces by the destructive and unforgiving force of nature known as a Tornado. Now that the carnage has ended, only the damaged remnants of what was once fully there now remain. Rescue crews have twice searched the debris-strewn yards and splintered homes that once held Greensburg’s one-thousand, five hundred residents. They began a third sweep early Monday morning to secure the area before families who lost almost everything were to be allowed back in. However, not much remained in Greensburg to go back to.
Clad in slightly-baggy navy blue South Pole jeans, black Adidas sneakers, and a white Cleveland Cavaliers home jersey that displayed the number ‘23’ on the front and back as well as the last name of Cavaliers superstar and phenomenon LeBron James arced across the back, Kaleb Shadix somehow garnered access into the location only opened to previous residents. As preceding residents scattered throughout the area observing the damage and weeping upon surveillance of their now broken homes, Kaleb simply sauntered down the street with his hands resting in his pockets, a jaded expression upon his face; he was the only one around to not bear the embodiment of despair.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Damn, must suck to be them.
So lackadaisical, so brash -- if anybody overheard him say such a thing he’d be verbally berated by the towns predecessors. Kaleb examined the tattered area, and a simple nod from left to right was his only reaction. The F5 tornado, the most powerful to hit the United States in eight years, demolished every business on the main street. Churches lost their steeples, trees were stripped of their branches, and neighborhoods were left unrecognizable. Officials estimate as much as ninety-five percent of the town having been destroyed. At least ten people died in the storms. And, yet, Kaleb’s only reaction was a slight shake of the head and a shrug subsequent to it.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Such a violent, vicious, and brutal these things are, huh? Tornado’s are a merciless entity that will leave a path of destruction in its wake. Whoever and whatever is situated in its way during the course of its designated path will undoubtedly be obliterated without remorse. Nothing is impervious to its wrath.
As he stopped speaking, he proceeded to walk again. Instead of continuing down the street, he turned and entered a diminished driveway that led to a completely wrecked house. The once two-story home was now reduce to a pile of absolute rubbish.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Although this destructive natural marvel only swept south-central Kansas, and also spawned tornadoes in Illinois, Oklahoma, South Dakota, and Nebraska, there is also one more destructive force wrecking havoc as of now that you might not be aware of. In fact, it’s occurring just one state over to the right in Missouri -- Kansas City, Missouri, to be exact. Haven’t figured it out yet? That unstoppable force is none other than yours truly!
Kaleb snickered a bit, and his cool blue eyes intently glared into the cameras lens. He soon began to explain his statement, and provide sufficient verification needed to back up such a claim.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Like a force of nature such as a tornado, I have taken everything and everyone out that has been set in path predestined path straight to the top. I have not been stopped, I cannot be stopped, and I will never be stopped. I have run rampant through a good chunk of the POW’s roster so far, but there is much more for me to conquer, and in due time I will have succeeded in dominating anyone and everyone who stands in my way. Without remorse, lacking repentance, I will battle my way straight to the top of the POW throne and one day reign supreme as king over all of the peasants who will undoubtedly look up to me and be forced to worship. On my path to the top, I will leave behind a path of destruction that will appropriately be compared to the likes of devastation that can be seen around me right now which was left by one single solitary force by its lonesome. I’ve been doing it all by myself, too. Unlike a group of little bitches who I will not name, I do not need to enshroud myself around three other guys in a little clique that deems it necessary to bully other and play the “strength in numbers” game. I’ll give you a hint -- the two-worded group name starts with an “M” and ends in “Entertainment”. No, wait, that was too obvious, let’s try this -- it starts with “Murderous” and the second word begins in “E”.
The POW Television Champion, who is without the acquaintance of his title as this point in time, kneels down and pick up a wooden board, and then swings it against a pole forcing it to break in half upon impact.
(KALEB SHADIX)
As it has come to be expected time after time, I did EXACTLY what I said I was going to do at last week’s Road to SuperMania III. Much to the chagrin of many, I was able to do something that only a slight handful of men have been able to do in the past, and that is acquire a victory over the so-called legend Flying Douche Bag Man. I am now in a very exclusive group that requires a great magnitude of talent and ability, and am so far the ONLY one around that has overthrown the over-hyped legend in POW territory. I swear, if that f**king guys beats Tito and becomes POW World Champion or whatever the f**k they’re deciding to call the belt, then I should be the first mother f**ker in line for a title shot!
He then abandoned the pile of destroyed house remnants and returned to the street. The next house was being occupied by its old inhabitants who sniveled and whimpered at these unfortunate circumstances, so Kaleb walked past them and came across another destroyed house that had nobody examining it. This one wasn’t as destroyed as the first one Kaleb was at, but it was by no means suitable to live in.
(KALEB SHADIX)
It’s only a matter of time until I destroy another so-called legend by the name of Jay T. Nitro at SuperMania III, and merge our UWC and POW Television Titles together. I will prevail as the sole Television Title holder around here once SuperMania III is done and over with, and to get their and be able to face Nitro all I have to do is get through Cobra and Nick Pickles. Hah, that task should be f**king easy. I’ve already beaten Pickles, and Cobra will be too worried about getting phone numbers from guys he meets in the mall rather than focusing on me. So, my original plan on beating two legends in a little less than a month is going exactly as expected. To my surprise, however, I’m up against yet another so-called legend! This week at the Road to Spring Breakage I face both Kailus Holmes -- the so-called legend -- and Brian Lee in… a tag match! Ugh! Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past f**king month, you should know how much I despise tag matches. And why shouldn’t I? I usually f**king have to make up for the slack my ‘partner’ -- who I’ve usually never even heard of before -- leaves behind. Last time I was teamed with Lestat, and that stupid f**ker lost the match for us.
Kaleb makes a tight fist and squeezes; the thought of tag team matches just gets to him, and the idea of teaming up with somebody like Lestat only irritates him more. He calms down, however, and looks at the bright side.
(KALEB SHADIX)
This week’s match is different, however. Unlike last time, I am actually teamed up with a legitimate f**king wrestler this time, and a pretty good one at that. Of course he wasn’t able to do what I was able to do by beating Douche Bag Man, but that’s besides the point. Rick Morrison, like Kailus Holmes is a proclaimed legend in the wrestling industry. Fortunately, I actually get to work with somebody like Morrison rather than Lestat. I’m feeling a lot better about this match than I was about my previous tag match here in POW, and as long as Morrison is able to handle his business with Holmes, that’ll only leave me to fend off Lee which I’m positive I can do with absolute ease. Now, I’ve heard this Kailus guy is pretty good, but do I f**king care? Hell no. I’ve got my mind set on beating another so-called legend, and when I’ve got my eye on something it usually happens. After SuperMania III is done and over with, I’ll hold a victory over Douche Bag Man, Kailus Holmes, and Jay T. Nitro -- all proclaimed legends. Who else can say they’ve done such a thing?
Kaleb bends down and picks up a stray rock. He throws it up in the air and catches it in his hand a few times, and then all of a sudden he chucks it at the house. The rock flies through the air and crashes through a slightly cracked window that was still somehow intact. The rock breaks through, and shatters the glass into pieces. Onlookers eye Shadix’s actions, but simply mistake the purpose for it being his house and him being angry at what happened, so they dismiss what he’s done without question.
(KALEB SHADIX)
I’m sure Kailus will eventually open his mouth and ramble on and on about how he’s one of the biggest stars the wrestling industry has ever seen, and he has titles and all this shit to prove it. That, or his plump little pal Benjamin Payne will do it for him. Either way, I don’t give a shit about what they bring up from their past. That shit doesn’t phase me. I don’t care how many main events you’ve won, I don’t care how many tournaments you’ve dominated, and I don’t care how many f**king titles you’ve held. Douche Bag Man tried bragging about what he’s done, and everyone saw how far that got him. What you’ve done in the past is exactly that: the past. Maybe you were some iconic wrestling phenomenon in the past, but what the f**k are you now? General consensus points to being a shell of your former self. Kailus hasn’t done shit here in POW thus far to even be worthy of any recognition, so until he actually proves his worth around here I’m not going to cling on to his jockstrap like everyone else seems to want to do, just like they did with FDCM.
Shadix then retreats back to the street. He proceeds to walk down it as he stares around at all of the dilapidated, decrepit buildings and the individuals grieving and mourning all about. His hands return to the confines of his jean pockets.
(KALEB SHADIX)
And then there’s Brian Lee, the scruffy looking retard who turned a few heads in his first couple of matches around here. I’m really not f**king sure why this guy is getting the opportunity to be in the same match with high-caliber talent such as myself, Morrison, and maybe Kailus, but whatever. This dudes going to get his first taste of stardom, but I promise it’s not going to be as sweet as he thinks. If you get in my way, punk, I’ll knock your ass straight back down to the opening of the cards. Some have seen you and think you’re the next big thing around here who will be able to someday make it straight to the top, but yours truly will see to it that’ll not happen. Maybe I’m just being overlooked around here because people don’t really like me, what I do, or what I say, but I’ll be damned if they cannot admit that I’m the true next f**king megastar around here. I’ve been working my way up the ranks at a rapid pace since I f**king step foot in POW, and if beating down legends such as FDCM as well as other up and comers like yourself is what I will have to do to continue my ascension to the top, then I’m going to do it. Unfortunately for you, Brian, I’m making this personal. I’m looking at it as if you’re trying to steal my spotlight as the rookie phenomenon, and I’m just not going to let that shit slide.
He paused for a moment and refrained from speaking a bit. As he walked down the street of the frayed town, he kicked a rock that laid at his feet. While he kept walking down the street and reached the rock, he kicked it again and continued to do so each time he approached it.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Rich Morrison, we don’t know each other at all, and have never even spoken a single word to one another, but I am looking forward to this match and teaming with you. I’m hoping our fortune as a team works out much better than how it did when I last teamed with Lestat. I’m not worried, though -- anything could be better than having Lestat as a partner. The dude isn’t even a legitimate f**king wrestler. I would’ve preferred going into a handicap match rather than teaming up with that f**king good. You’re a proclaimed legend in this business though, Rich, and I just hope you’re able to live up to all the hype and can cut it inside the ring. No offense, you know, but I mean I can’t be certain about all of this ‘legend’ talk seeing as FDCM didn’t exactly live up to the standard when I fought him in the ring. I have a different feeling about you, though. As long as you can hold your own, which I’m pretty sure you can seeing as I’ve seen you compete in the ring a few times, then we’re good to go.
With a slight smirk, he looked away from the camera and finally stopped speaking. He then walked off, away from the camera, and eventually out of sight. After he was no longer seen, the scene faded out and the camera cut off.
Clad in slightly-baggy navy blue South Pole jeans, black Adidas sneakers, and a white Cleveland Cavaliers home jersey that displayed the number ‘23’ on the front and back as well as the last name of Cavaliers superstar and phenomenon LeBron James arced across the back, Kaleb Shadix somehow garnered access into the location only opened to previous residents. As preceding residents scattered throughout the area observing the damage and weeping upon surveillance of their now broken homes, Kaleb simply sauntered down the street with his hands resting in his pockets, a jaded expression upon his face; he was the only one around to not bear the embodiment of despair.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Damn, must suck to be them.
So lackadaisical, so brash -- if anybody overheard him say such a thing he’d be verbally berated by the towns predecessors. Kaleb examined the tattered area, and a simple nod from left to right was his only reaction. The F5 tornado, the most powerful to hit the United States in eight years, demolished every business on the main street. Churches lost their steeples, trees were stripped of their branches, and neighborhoods were left unrecognizable. Officials estimate as much as ninety-five percent of the town having been destroyed. At least ten people died in the storms. And, yet, Kaleb’s only reaction was a slight shake of the head and a shrug subsequent to it.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Such a violent, vicious, and brutal these things are, huh? Tornado’s are a merciless entity that will leave a path of destruction in its wake. Whoever and whatever is situated in its way during the course of its designated path will undoubtedly be obliterated without remorse. Nothing is impervious to its wrath.
As he stopped speaking, he proceeded to walk again. Instead of continuing down the street, he turned and entered a diminished driveway that led to a completely wrecked house. The once two-story home was now reduce to a pile of absolute rubbish.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Although this destructive natural marvel only swept south-central Kansas, and also spawned tornadoes in Illinois, Oklahoma, South Dakota, and Nebraska, there is also one more destructive force wrecking havoc as of now that you might not be aware of. In fact, it’s occurring just one state over to the right in Missouri -- Kansas City, Missouri, to be exact. Haven’t figured it out yet? That unstoppable force is none other than yours truly!
Kaleb snickered a bit, and his cool blue eyes intently glared into the cameras lens. He soon began to explain his statement, and provide sufficient verification needed to back up such a claim.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Like a force of nature such as a tornado, I have taken everything and everyone out that has been set in path predestined path straight to the top. I have not been stopped, I cannot be stopped, and I will never be stopped. I have run rampant through a good chunk of the POW’s roster so far, but there is much more for me to conquer, and in due time I will have succeeded in dominating anyone and everyone who stands in my way. Without remorse, lacking repentance, I will battle my way straight to the top of the POW throne and one day reign supreme as king over all of the peasants who will undoubtedly look up to me and be forced to worship. On my path to the top, I will leave behind a path of destruction that will appropriately be compared to the likes of devastation that can be seen around me right now which was left by one single solitary force by its lonesome. I’ve been doing it all by myself, too. Unlike a group of little bitches who I will not name, I do not need to enshroud myself around three other guys in a little clique that deems it necessary to bully other and play the “strength in numbers” game. I’ll give you a hint -- the two-worded group name starts with an “M” and ends in “Entertainment”. No, wait, that was too obvious, let’s try this -- it starts with “Murderous” and the second word begins in “E”.
The POW Television Champion, who is without the acquaintance of his title as this point in time, kneels down and pick up a wooden board, and then swings it against a pole forcing it to break in half upon impact.
(KALEB SHADIX)
As it has come to be expected time after time, I did EXACTLY what I said I was going to do at last week’s Road to SuperMania III. Much to the chagrin of many, I was able to do something that only a slight handful of men have been able to do in the past, and that is acquire a victory over the so-called legend Flying Douche Bag Man. I am now in a very exclusive group that requires a great magnitude of talent and ability, and am so far the ONLY one around that has overthrown the over-hyped legend in POW territory. I swear, if that f**king guys beats Tito and becomes POW World Champion or whatever the f**k they’re deciding to call the belt, then I should be the first mother f**ker in line for a title shot!
He then abandoned the pile of destroyed house remnants and returned to the street. The next house was being occupied by its old inhabitants who sniveled and whimpered at these unfortunate circumstances, so Kaleb walked past them and came across another destroyed house that had nobody examining it. This one wasn’t as destroyed as the first one Kaleb was at, but it was by no means suitable to live in.
(KALEB SHADIX)
It’s only a matter of time until I destroy another so-called legend by the name of Jay T. Nitro at SuperMania III, and merge our UWC and POW Television Titles together. I will prevail as the sole Television Title holder around here once SuperMania III is done and over with, and to get their and be able to face Nitro all I have to do is get through Cobra and Nick Pickles. Hah, that task should be f**king easy. I’ve already beaten Pickles, and Cobra will be too worried about getting phone numbers from guys he meets in the mall rather than focusing on me. So, my original plan on beating two legends in a little less than a month is going exactly as expected. To my surprise, however, I’m up against yet another so-called legend! This week at the Road to Spring Breakage I face both Kailus Holmes -- the so-called legend -- and Brian Lee in… a tag match! Ugh! Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past f**king month, you should know how much I despise tag matches. And why shouldn’t I? I usually f**king have to make up for the slack my ‘partner’ -- who I’ve usually never even heard of before -- leaves behind. Last time I was teamed with Lestat, and that stupid f**ker lost the match for us.
Kaleb makes a tight fist and squeezes; the thought of tag team matches just gets to him, and the idea of teaming up with somebody like Lestat only irritates him more. He calms down, however, and looks at the bright side.
(KALEB SHADIX)
This week’s match is different, however. Unlike last time, I am actually teamed up with a legitimate f**king wrestler this time, and a pretty good one at that. Of course he wasn’t able to do what I was able to do by beating Douche Bag Man, but that’s besides the point. Rick Morrison, like Kailus Holmes is a proclaimed legend in the wrestling industry. Fortunately, I actually get to work with somebody like Morrison rather than Lestat. I’m feeling a lot better about this match than I was about my previous tag match here in POW, and as long as Morrison is able to handle his business with Holmes, that’ll only leave me to fend off Lee which I’m positive I can do with absolute ease. Now, I’ve heard this Kailus guy is pretty good, but do I f**king care? Hell no. I’ve got my mind set on beating another so-called legend, and when I’ve got my eye on something it usually happens. After SuperMania III is done and over with, I’ll hold a victory over Douche Bag Man, Kailus Holmes, and Jay T. Nitro -- all proclaimed legends. Who else can say they’ve done such a thing?
Kaleb bends down and picks up a stray rock. He throws it up in the air and catches it in his hand a few times, and then all of a sudden he chucks it at the house. The rock flies through the air and crashes through a slightly cracked window that was still somehow intact. The rock breaks through, and shatters the glass into pieces. Onlookers eye Shadix’s actions, but simply mistake the purpose for it being his house and him being angry at what happened, so they dismiss what he’s done without question.
(KALEB SHADIX)
I’m sure Kailus will eventually open his mouth and ramble on and on about how he’s one of the biggest stars the wrestling industry has ever seen, and he has titles and all this shit to prove it. That, or his plump little pal Benjamin Payne will do it for him. Either way, I don’t give a shit about what they bring up from their past. That shit doesn’t phase me. I don’t care how many main events you’ve won, I don’t care how many tournaments you’ve dominated, and I don’t care how many f**king titles you’ve held. Douche Bag Man tried bragging about what he’s done, and everyone saw how far that got him. What you’ve done in the past is exactly that: the past. Maybe you were some iconic wrestling phenomenon in the past, but what the f**k are you now? General consensus points to being a shell of your former self. Kailus hasn’t done shit here in POW thus far to even be worthy of any recognition, so until he actually proves his worth around here I’m not going to cling on to his jockstrap like everyone else seems to want to do, just like they did with FDCM.
Shadix then retreats back to the street. He proceeds to walk down it as he stares around at all of the dilapidated, decrepit buildings and the individuals grieving and mourning all about. His hands return to the confines of his jean pockets.
(KALEB SHADIX)
And then there’s Brian Lee, the scruffy looking retard who turned a few heads in his first couple of matches around here. I’m really not f**king sure why this guy is getting the opportunity to be in the same match with high-caliber talent such as myself, Morrison, and maybe Kailus, but whatever. This dudes going to get his first taste of stardom, but I promise it’s not going to be as sweet as he thinks. If you get in my way, punk, I’ll knock your ass straight back down to the opening of the cards. Some have seen you and think you’re the next big thing around here who will be able to someday make it straight to the top, but yours truly will see to it that’ll not happen. Maybe I’m just being overlooked around here because people don’t really like me, what I do, or what I say, but I’ll be damned if they cannot admit that I’m the true next f**king megastar around here. I’ve been working my way up the ranks at a rapid pace since I f**king step foot in POW, and if beating down legends such as FDCM as well as other up and comers like yourself is what I will have to do to continue my ascension to the top, then I’m going to do it. Unfortunately for you, Brian, I’m making this personal. I’m looking at it as if you’re trying to steal my spotlight as the rookie phenomenon, and I’m just not going to let that shit slide.
He paused for a moment and refrained from speaking a bit. As he walked down the street of the frayed town, he kicked a rock that laid at his feet. While he kept walking down the street and reached the rock, he kicked it again and continued to do so each time he approached it.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Rich Morrison, we don’t know each other at all, and have never even spoken a single word to one another, but I am looking forward to this match and teaming with you. I’m hoping our fortune as a team works out much better than how it did when I last teamed with Lestat. I’m not worried, though -- anything could be better than having Lestat as a partner. The dude isn’t even a legitimate f**king wrestler. I would’ve preferred going into a handicap match rather than teaming up with that f**king good. You’re a proclaimed legend in this business though, Rich, and I just hope you’re able to live up to all the hype and can cut it inside the ring. No offense, you know, but I mean I can’t be certain about all of this ‘legend’ talk seeing as FDCM didn’t exactly live up to the standard when I fought him in the ring. I have a different feeling about you, though. As long as you can hold your own, which I’m pretty sure you can seeing as I’ve seen you compete in the ring a few times, then we’re good to go.
With a slight smirk, he looked away from the camera and finally stopped speaking. He then walked off, away from the camera, and eventually out of sight. After he was no longer seen, the scene faded out and the camera cut off.