Post by kaleb on Apr 16, 2007 10:58:03 GMT -6
As the camera starts rolling and the scene begins, we’re automatically met with a close-up image of the POW Midwestern Television Championship. The prominent gold strap is placed in front of the camera for about ten seconds until finally being pulled back from it’s newly-found holder Kaleb Shadix.
(KALEB SHADIX)
It’s a beauty, isn’t it?
Kaleb smiles as he slings the title over his shoulder and holds a lit cigarette between his teeth. He pats the belt for good measure, and glances down at it.
(KALEB SHADIX)
It’s not really a surprise that I won the Television Title, but nevertheless the victory and acquisition felt great. All last week I told all you mother f**kers that I’d beat that big Black bitch and take the title away, and lo and behold good ole Kaleb came through with his promise… again! So, what am I now, three and zero? Three different weeks and I’ve won three different matches. Each week I tell it exactly how it is, and then I back myself up when it’s time to perform in the ring. My hard work has paid off, but it doesn’t stop here. Unlike the past two Television Champs, I’m not just going to let the title go just as quick as I won it. I’m planning on holding this shit for a real long time. This thing--
He taps the Television Title with his index finger as it rests atop his right shoulder.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Is going to pay my bills. It’s going to buy me clothes, cars, and give me fame and fortune that I’ve never had before. I’m already making more money with this thing in my possession, and if you know anything at all about me then you should know that cash is my main priority. Everyone else can keep their respect and adoration from the fans. I’ll take fame and fortune over that shit any day.
Kaleb shrugs. He’s telling it exactly how it is -- he couldn’t care less about the other added accolades that other wrestlers may shoot for. Kaleb is in this entirely for himself. Everyone else can kiss his ass.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Speaking of fame and fortune, I’m up against one rich as mother f**ker this week at Spring Breakage! Nick Pickles or some shit like that. Yeah, dude’s got a goofy ass name, but who the f**k cares? He’s rich! I’d walk around and call myself “Anus Licker” if it meant having tons of f**king money.
The Television Champions laughs a little bit.
(KALEB SHADIX)
This Pickles dude isn’t exactly a wrestling phenomenon, but he’s got a few wins under his belt. He probably paid his opponents off to lay down for him so he could get some wins. It’s kind of a bitch way to get some recognition, but hey, it’s worked for him so far right? From what I can remember of last week, Nick Pickles walked out on his partner and that big ass triple tag team match he was in. Honestly, I don’t blame him. Tag team matches are whack, especially when you’re partnered with some f**king worthless clown you don’t even know. Then again, Pickles could’ve just paid everyone off to blow the match, but I guess there was too many people involved in the match to pay off so instead Pickles just blew it off.
Kaleb paused for a couple of seconds.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Nick, I’m not going to blow this high-caliber match. This is my first match on a DVD taping event, so you can bet your ass I’m looking forward to making an impact. I’ll tell you what, though. You slip me a little bit of money on the side, and I’ll take it a bit easier on you. How’s that sound? Or, hell, you pay me the right amount and I’ll beg and f**king plead for Tito Capaci to allow you to have a shot at my title. That’s ultimately what we’re fighting for in the first place, right? You prove you can hold your own against me and you get a shot -- that’s what I’m assuming the basis for this match being set up is. Well, you’re not going to beat me a Spring Breakage, so just make your way of getting a title shot easier by slipping me some money. I promise I’ll hold up the end of my bargain and give you a shot at my Television Title; that’s not a problem.
He taps the side of his head, prompting Nick to think it over.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Think it over, Nick. I’ve got a title, and you want it. You’ve got some money to spare, and I’ve got money to be made. It all works out for the both of us. I get money, and you get a shot at my title. We’re both happy.
Kaleb suddenly develops a large smile on his face.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Speaking of being happy, God damn did I have some fun this weekend! Dodge City, as we all know is the premise for Spring Breakage, is an important center for meat packing. On my way to Dodge City, well, let’s just say I met quite a few attractive young ladies that let me “pack my meat”… if you get what I’m saying.
He cocked his eyebrows and smiled some more. He then let out an exultant sigh, and now rested his hands behind his head.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Good times. Those girls definitely did know how to make yours truly feel like a champion!
Kaleb looked above, almost in a daydreaming state. After a couple of seconds he finally broke out of his trance and glances back towards the camera.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Anyway, Nick. Think about what I’ve offered. Bribing me works wonders, trust me. If you want a shot at this title, you know what to do. Get a hold of me and we can work things out.
With a slight smirk, Kaleb rested his hands back behind his head and rested. The camera zoomed back in close to the Television Title that rested on Kaleb’s shoulder, and after viewing the title for a good ten seconds the scene faded away.
(KALEB SHADIX)
It’s a beauty, isn’t it?
Kaleb smiles as he slings the title over his shoulder and holds a lit cigarette between his teeth. He pats the belt for good measure, and glances down at it.
(KALEB SHADIX)
It’s not really a surprise that I won the Television Title, but nevertheless the victory and acquisition felt great. All last week I told all you mother f**kers that I’d beat that big Black bitch and take the title away, and lo and behold good ole Kaleb came through with his promise… again! So, what am I now, three and zero? Three different weeks and I’ve won three different matches. Each week I tell it exactly how it is, and then I back myself up when it’s time to perform in the ring. My hard work has paid off, but it doesn’t stop here. Unlike the past two Television Champs, I’m not just going to let the title go just as quick as I won it. I’m planning on holding this shit for a real long time. This thing--
He taps the Television Title with his index finger as it rests atop his right shoulder.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Is going to pay my bills. It’s going to buy me clothes, cars, and give me fame and fortune that I’ve never had before. I’m already making more money with this thing in my possession, and if you know anything at all about me then you should know that cash is my main priority. Everyone else can keep their respect and adoration from the fans. I’ll take fame and fortune over that shit any day.
Kaleb shrugs. He’s telling it exactly how it is -- he couldn’t care less about the other added accolades that other wrestlers may shoot for. Kaleb is in this entirely for himself. Everyone else can kiss his ass.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Speaking of fame and fortune, I’m up against one rich as mother f**ker this week at Spring Breakage! Nick Pickles or some shit like that. Yeah, dude’s got a goofy ass name, but who the f**k cares? He’s rich! I’d walk around and call myself “Anus Licker” if it meant having tons of f**king money.
The Television Champions laughs a little bit.
(KALEB SHADIX)
This Pickles dude isn’t exactly a wrestling phenomenon, but he’s got a few wins under his belt. He probably paid his opponents off to lay down for him so he could get some wins. It’s kind of a bitch way to get some recognition, but hey, it’s worked for him so far right? From what I can remember of last week, Nick Pickles walked out on his partner and that big ass triple tag team match he was in. Honestly, I don’t blame him. Tag team matches are whack, especially when you’re partnered with some f**king worthless clown you don’t even know. Then again, Pickles could’ve just paid everyone off to blow the match, but I guess there was too many people involved in the match to pay off so instead Pickles just blew it off.
Kaleb paused for a couple of seconds.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Nick, I’m not going to blow this high-caliber match. This is my first match on a DVD taping event, so you can bet your ass I’m looking forward to making an impact. I’ll tell you what, though. You slip me a little bit of money on the side, and I’ll take it a bit easier on you. How’s that sound? Or, hell, you pay me the right amount and I’ll beg and f**king plead for Tito Capaci to allow you to have a shot at my title. That’s ultimately what we’re fighting for in the first place, right? You prove you can hold your own against me and you get a shot -- that’s what I’m assuming the basis for this match being set up is. Well, you’re not going to beat me a Spring Breakage, so just make your way of getting a title shot easier by slipping me some money. I promise I’ll hold up the end of my bargain and give you a shot at my Television Title; that’s not a problem.
He taps the side of his head, prompting Nick to think it over.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Think it over, Nick. I’ve got a title, and you want it. You’ve got some money to spare, and I’ve got money to be made. It all works out for the both of us. I get money, and you get a shot at my title. We’re both happy.
Kaleb suddenly develops a large smile on his face.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Speaking of being happy, God damn did I have some fun this weekend! Dodge City, as we all know is the premise for Spring Breakage, is an important center for meat packing. On my way to Dodge City, well, let’s just say I met quite a few attractive young ladies that let me “pack my meat”… if you get what I’m saying.
He cocked his eyebrows and smiled some more. He then let out an exultant sigh, and now rested his hands behind his head.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Good times. Those girls definitely did know how to make yours truly feel like a champion!
Kaleb looked above, almost in a daydreaming state. After a couple of seconds he finally broke out of his trance and glances back towards the camera.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Anyway, Nick. Think about what I’ve offered. Bribing me works wonders, trust me. If you want a shot at this title, you know what to do. Get a hold of me and we can work things out.
With a slight smirk, Kaleb rested his hands back behind his head and rested. The camera zoomed back in close to the Television Title that rested on Kaleb’s shoulder, and after viewing the title for a good ten seconds the scene faded away.