Post by kaleb on Apr 17, 2007 9:10:34 GMT -6
Kaleb had become exhilarated throughout the week following his match last week where he obtained champion status by garnering the Midwestern Television Championship. Power On Wrestling has provided a stellar method for the controversial champion to have a means of income. He’s been living much more luxurious than he previously had; he’s abandoned the streets and has been pampered like a celebrity. Hard to believe, but even owning a cellular phone is a new facet that Kaleb will have to grow accustomed to.
Speaking of which, this whole cell phone thing wasn’t exactly growing on Kaleb. He wasn’t fond of it, to say the least. Then again, that could be credited to the fact that he’s recently come to find about twenty messages on his voicemail. The main thing that agitated him was that he was getting the calls and messages from people he didn’t even know or speak a single word to beforehand. With a sigh, Kaleb accessed his voicemail and held his phone to his ear only to be greeted with a gentleman’s nasally voice.
(GUY ON MESSAGE)
Hey Kaleb baby. I saw your match, and let me tell you it was beautiful! All you need now is a manager like me--
He deleted that message as quickly as he could.
(KALEB SHADIX)
That guy could’ve been the best managed in the world for all I cared, but I refuse to associate with a man who used the word “baby” in such a context. Maybe he’s old school, and the homoerotic innuendo eludes him, but that shit doesn’t roll with me.
Kaleb continued listening to the rest. He found out that the rest of the messages were filled with similar offers and was somewhat confused at the sudden and unexpected interest in him. Slowly, he came to the realization that it was indeed because of his title. New champions are always a hot commodity, even if he didn’t exactly get to his newly-found status the “honorable” way.
(KALEB SHADIX)
I really do not feel like dealing with finding a manager, but I knew that it was either that or deleting annoying messages for the rest of my life.
Shuddering at the thought of the alleged idiots he was about to deal with, he picked up his phone and started contacting the potential managers. Strangely, he requested that a picture be sent to his phone as soon as possible from each possible manager that was currently in town.
(KALEB SHADIX)
This shit is pretty ridiculous, but I guess that’s just what a true champion like myself should come to expect, right? I’m starting to get what I asked for, but along with the fame and fortune comes those annoying morons that you don’t want to deal with, but are forced to.
Kaleb sighed, and afterwards his phone made a slight ringing sound to indicate retrieval of a picture from one of the would-be managers. He didn’t bother to open it and look right now, and instead started talking.
(KALEB SHADIX)
In POW, Nick Pickles fit’s the “annoying moron that I don’t want to deal with but am forced to” category perfectly. Pickles is the first in a long line of many that will waste my time inside and outside of the ring in hopes of proving that they’re worthy of competing for my title. There are always those jokers that think they are capable of being champion, so they challenge the champion only to come up unsuccessful. This is exactly what Nick Pickles is doing. Thanks in part to his begging and pleading directed towards Tito Capaci, this fat clown has a match against me. If he wins, he’s gets a shot at my title. And if he doesn’t? Well, he basically wastes my time and proves that he’s nothing but a joke.
Another ringing sound emanates from the cell phone, but again Kaleb doesn’t bother looking.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Nick, I’ve tried offering you a deal that’ll make things go much smoother for the both of us, but for some reason you have declined. In true idiotic form, you have decided to do things the hard way and actually attempt to earn a shot at my Television Title based on your skill. So, what is necessary for you to do in order to complete this? Beating me. Ha! You should’ve just offered me the money to get a shot when I offered it, but now you’re in for one hell of an ass kicking. The f**k have you even done around here that is remotely close to being impressive? You’re only where you are because of past fame. You’re just like Danny Danielson -- you get big time opportunities based on past credentials, and not what you achieve in the present.
Again, a sound reverberate from his cell phone. He acknowledged it by looking at the phone, but still didn’t open it and look at the pictures that he had received. He started talking again.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Just like your in-ring talent, Nick, your intelligence is below par. You’ve got the crystal clear facts twisted, homey. For some stupid ass reason, you’re actually under the impression that I want to be like you… that I actually want to BE you! Hold the f**k up for one second! That’s where you’re completely wrong, Pickles. The only thing I wouldn’t mind having is that endless supply of money that you were probably handed to by daddy. Other than that? Give me a f**king break. Let’s get real, here. It’s obviously the other way around. You want to be like me. The youth, athletic-ness, the Television Title, being a hot commodity that is rapidly talked about, hot bitches -- I’ve got it all, Nick. You’ve got money. That’s it. You’re fat, you’re old, and the only person that is willing to get on their knee’s and show their gratitude towards you is a fat mother f**ker named Bubba.
He placed his tongue on the side of his mouth and pushes his cheek slightly outward, a blatant sexual innuendo aimed towards Nick Pickles and his sidekick Bubba. Kaleb began speaking again, and as he did another ringing sound resonated.
(KALEB SHADIX)
By the way, I’m sure you think you’re a big f**king tough guy for attacking some random dude, huh? Knowing you, you probably paid that guy to take that ass kicking in fear that if you really did it he’d turn around and make mince meat out of your fat ass. Then again, that guy was probably the biggest pussy known to man and you just capitalized on his inability to fight back in an attempt to intimidate me or some shit. Well, it didn’t work. I’m from the streets, mother f**ker. I’m grimy, I’m gritty. To borrow from George Duke a bit, I’m “tough as nails”. I’m not like some random guy you can find at a fancy ass country club. I’m not going to go down like a little bitch like the people you hang out with would. You’re in for the fight of your f**king life, Pickles, and I really don’t think your physically or mentally capable of standing toe to toe against me and holding your own either.
As he finished speaking, another sound echoed from his phone. He was growing anxious now, and finally he opened his cell phone up and glanced through the pictures. Indubitably, he dismissed any of the clients who were male without hesitation. He browsed through the remaining photo’s consisting solely of females, and deleted most. One, however, caught his eye. The photo was of an attractive brunette belonging to a manager-hopeful by the name of Leah Hayden. With a smirk, he retrieved her number from his ‘recent calls’ list.
(KALEB SHADIX)
I hope you enjoy your last few hours before Spring Breakage, Nick. I know I will.
He called the number and held the phone to his ear. As it began to ring, he looked towards the camera and spoke one more time.
(KALEB SHADIX)
For you, Nick, these last few hours will be the last time you’ll be able to get around without a f**king wheelchair!
He then looked away, and stopped speaking towards Nick. The person on the other end, Leah Hayden, had picked up and now she and Kaleb were intertwined in a chat. While Kaleb proceeded to smooth talk his potential manager -- who the f**k are we kidding, he just desires her for a good f**k for the night -- the scene ultimately fades out.
Speaking of which, this whole cell phone thing wasn’t exactly growing on Kaleb. He wasn’t fond of it, to say the least. Then again, that could be credited to the fact that he’s recently come to find about twenty messages on his voicemail. The main thing that agitated him was that he was getting the calls and messages from people he didn’t even know or speak a single word to beforehand. With a sigh, Kaleb accessed his voicemail and held his phone to his ear only to be greeted with a gentleman’s nasally voice.
(GUY ON MESSAGE)
Hey Kaleb baby. I saw your match, and let me tell you it was beautiful! All you need now is a manager like me--
He deleted that message as quickly as he could.
(KALEB SHADIX)
That guy could’ve been the best managed in the world for all I cared, but I refuse to associate with a man who used the word “baby” in such a context. Maybe he’s old school, and the homoerotic innuendo eludes him, but that shit doesn’t roll with me.
Kaleb continued listening to the rest. He found out that the rest of the messages were filled with similar offers and was somewhat confused at the sudden and unexpected interest in him. Slowly, he came to the realization that it was indeed because of his title. New champions are always a hot commodity, even if he didn’t exactly get to his newly-found status the “honorable” way.
(KALEB SHADIX)
I really do not feel like dealing with finding a manager, but I knew that it was either that or deleting annoying messages for the rest of my life.
Shuddering at the thought of the alleged idiots he was about to deal with, he picked up his phone and started contacting the potential managers. Strangely, he requested that a picture be sent to his phone as soon as possible from each possible manager that was currently in town.
(KALEB SHADIX)
This shit is pretty ridiculous, but I guess that’s just what a true champion like myself should come to expect, right? I’m starting to get what I asked for, but along with the fame and fortune comes those annoying morons that you don’t want to deal with, but are forced to.
Kaleb sighed, and afterwards his phone made a slight ringing sound to indicate retrieval of a picture from one of the would-be managers. He didn’t bother to open it and look right now, and instead started talking.
(KALEB SHADIX)
In POW, Nick Pickles fit’s the “annoying moron that I don’t want to deal with but am forced to” category perfectly. Pickles is the first in a long line of many that will waste my time inside and outside of the ring in hopes of proving that they’re worthy of competing for my title. There are always those jokers that think they are capable of being champion, so they challenge the champion only to come up unsuccessful. This is exactly what Nick Pickles is doing. Thanks in part to his begging and pleading directed towards Tito Capaci, this fat clown has a match against me. If he wins, he’s gets a shot at my title. And if he doesn’t? Well, he basically wastes my time and proves that he’s nothing but a joke.
Another ringing sound emanates from the cell phone, but again Kaleb doesn’t bother looking.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Nick, I’ve tried offering you a deal that’ll make things go much smoother for the both of us, but for some reason you have declined. In true idiotic form, you have decided to do things the hard way and actually attempt to earn a shot at my Television Title based on your skill. So, what is necessary for you to do in order to complete this? Beating me. Ha! You should’ve just offered me the money to get a shot when I offered it, but now you’re in for one hell of an ass kicking. The f**k have you even done around here that is remotely close to being impressive? You’re only where you are because of past fame. You’re just like Danny Danielson -- you get big time opportunities based on past credentials, and not what you achieve in the present.
Again, a sound reverberate from his cell phone. He acknowledged it by looking at the phone, but still didn’t open it and look at the pictures that he had received. He started talking again.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Just like your in-ring talent, Nick, your intelligence is below par. You’ve got the crystal clear facts twisted, homey. For some stupid ass reason, you’re actually under the impression that I want to be like you… that I actually want to BE you! Hold the f**k up for one second! That’s where you’re completely wrong, Pickles. The only thing I wouldn’t mind having is that endless supply of money that you were probably handed to by daddy. Other than that? Give me a f**king break. Let’s get real, here. It’s obviously the other way around. You want to be like me. The youth, athletic-ness, the Television Title, being a hot commodity that is rapidly talked about, hot bitches -- I’ve got it all, Nick. You’ve got money. That’s it. You’re fat, you’re old, and the only person that is willing to get on their knee’s and show their gratitude towards you is a fat mother f**ker named Bubba.
He placed his tongue on the side of his mouth and pushes his cheek slightly outward, a blatant sexual innuendo aimed towards Nick Pickles and his sidekick Bubba. Kaleb began speaking again, and as he did another ringing sound resonated.
(KALEB SHADIX)
By the way, I’m sure you think you’re a big f**king tough guy for attacking some random dude, huh? Knowing you, you probably paid that guy to take that ass kicking in fear that if you really did it he’d turn around and make mince meat out of your fat ass. Then again, that guy was probably the biggest pussy known to man and you just capitalized on his inability to fight back in an attempt to intimidate me or some shit. Well, it didn’t work. I’m from the streets, mother f**ker. I’m grimy, I’m gritty. To borrow from George Duke a bit, I’m “tough as nails”. I’m not like some random guy you can find at a fancy ass country club. I’m not going to go down like a little bitch like the people you hang out with would. You’re in for the fight of your f**king life, Pickles, and I really don’t think your physically or mentally capable of standing toe to toe against me and holding your own either.
As he finished speaking, another sound echoed from his phone. He was growing anxious now, and finally he opened his cell phone up and glanced through the pictures. Indubitably, he dismissed any of the clients who were male without hesitation. He browsed through the remaining photo’s consisting solely of females, and deleted most. One, however, caught his eye. The photo was of an attractive brunette belonging to a manager-hopeful by the name of Leah Hayden. With a smirk, he retrieved her number from his ‘recent calls’ list.
(KALEB SHADIX)
I hope you enjoy your last few hours before Spring Breakage, Nick. I know I will.
He called the number and held the phone to his ear. As it began to ring, he looked towards the camera and spoke one more time.
(KALEB SHADIX)
For you, Nick, these last few hours will be the last time you’ll be able to get around without a f**king wheelchair!
He then looked away, and stopped speaking towards Nick. The person on the other end, Leah Hayden, had picked up and now she and Kaleb were intertwined in a chat. While Kaleb proceeded to smooth talk his potential manager -- who the f**k are we kidding, he just desires her for a good f**k for the night -- the scene ultimately fades out.