Post by kaleb on Apr 17, 2007 20:26:45 GMT -6
Kaleb had just received the outline of Nick Pickles’ latest promo, and basically felt obligated to rebut his upcoming opponents latest claims. The Television Champ was sprawled out on a couch almost asleep, but before calling it a day he spoke for, most likely, the final time before he and Nick Pickles meet inside the squared circle at Spring Breakage.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Why must you be so stubborn, Nick? Why must you continually argue with your false accusations and idle threats? Why can’t you just accept your inexorable fate with ease? You’re making this hard not only on me, but on yourself as well. You DO realize the more you keep blabbing that big f**king mouth of yours, it pisses me off with each spoken word that managers to escape between those lips? The angrier you get me, I plan on putting you through more depths of inescapable hell.
What I am planning to do to you, Pickles, it certainly will be quite difficult to fathom. You keep running your mouth and talking a big game, and you’ve now put me under the impression that you’re capable of handling whatever I plan to dish out. Well, if that’s the case, then I’m heading towards you full throttle, and I’m not going to slow down or turn back now. Your ass is grass, Nick, and I’m the f**king lawnmower!
He let out quite a large sigh. He’s obviously tired of dealing with Nick; not only for the night, but for the week as well.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Go ahead and hang out with your millionaire friends. Smoke your fancy cigars. Dress in your sharp clothes, or suits, pajama’s -- whatever the f**k it is that you wear. It really doesn’t matter what you do or say, Nick, because when it comes down to what REALLY matters inside the squared circle, you’re going to be laying flat on your God damn back unable to move like a turtle while I have my arm raised high in victory.
Although incredibly tired, he finds a way to allow his lips to curl and form a slight smirk.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Beat up as many random people you want. Two, ten, twenty, eight-hundred -- doesn’t f**king matter. Whatever amount that makes you feel better about yourself, knock yourself out. By the way, judging people solely by how they look isn’t exactly the way to go, moneybags. It’s obvious you wouldn’t last a single f**king second on the streets. Underestimating opposition is quite possibly one of the absolute biggest mistakes one could possibly make, and I’m under the impression that you just might be underestimating me. Now, to be honest, I really don’t care what you think about me, but for your own well-being I just want to make sure that you know what you’re getting yourself into. I don’t want to be held responsible for a potential heart attack or anything of the like.
If I may make one suggestion, Nick? I’d advise you wobble your fat old ass over to Power On Wrestling’s newest and, well, lower-tier for lack of a better term territory. You know, the New England one? Follow suit of your fellow UWC brethren Eddie Buchalini and take your washed-up ass to an environment you’d better fit in. Eddie took his whack ass over there because he couldn’t cut it over here in the Midwestern territory, the place where the big dogs play, and maybe you should do the same. Spare yourself the embarrassment and head on over there now -- don’t even both showing up to Spring Breakage. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to let Tito know that since you couldn’t cut it over here you thought it best to try your hand in a place where everyone is closer to your level.
Kaleb rubbed his eyes. He grew sleepier after every word that he spoke. He’s laying comfortably on a couch in his hotel room for this week, and was just about ready to rest up. Before then, however, he spoke once more.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Nick, it’s the inevitable truth: at Spring Breakage, I win and you lose. Simple as that. I can’t put it any more clearer for you. Now it’s up to you whether or not to let it sink in to that thick f**king skull of yours.
Kaleb taps the side of his head.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Knowing you, you won’t heed my warning and you’ll foolishly walk into the beating of your life. Nick, let me put it like this: the ass kicking I’m going to deliver to you is so f**king evident even Stevie Wonder can see it coming!
After his joke, he snickered and then turned to his side. The Midwestern TV Champ then curls into a ball, and falls into a deep slumber as the scene fades away and a vignette hyping the Spring Breakage event airs.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Why must you be so stubborn, Nick? Why must you continually argue with your false accusations and idle threats? Why can’t you just accept your inexorable fate with ease? You’re making this hard not only on me, but on yourself as well. You DO realize the more you keep blabbing that big f**king mouth of yours, it pisses me off with each spoken word that managers to escape between those lips? The angrier you get me, I plan on putting you through more depths of inescapable hell.
What I am planning to do to you, Pickles, it certainly will be quite difficult to fathom. You keep running your mouth and talking a big game, and you’ve now put me under the impression that you’re capable of handling whatever I plan to dish out. Well, if that’s the case, then I’m heading towards you full throttle, and I’m not going to slow down or turn back now. Your ass is grass, Nick, and I’m the f**king lawnmower!
He let out quite a large sigh. He’s obviously tired of dealing with Nick; not only for the night, but for the week as well.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Go ahead and hang out with your millionaire friends. Smoke your fancy cigars. Dress in your sharp clothes, or suits, pajama’s -- whatever the f**k it is that you wear. It really doesn’t matter what you do or say, Nick, because when it comes down to what REALLY matters inside the squared circle, you’re going to be laying flat on your God damn back unable to move like a turtle while I have my arm raised high in victory.
Although incredibly tired, he finds a way to allow his lips to curl and form a slight smirk.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Beat up as many random people you want. Two, ten, twenty, eight-hundred -- doesn’t f**king matter. Whatever amount that makes you feel better about yourself, knock yourself out. By the way, judging people solely by how they look isn’t exactly the way to go, moneybags. It’s obvious you wouldn’t last a single f**king second on the streets. Underestimating opposition is quite possibly one of the absolute biggest mistakes one could possibly make, and I’m under the impression that you just might be underestimating me. Now, to be honest, I really don’t care what you think about me, but for your own well-being I just want to make sure that you know what you’re getting yourself into. I don’t want to be held responsible for a potential heart attack or anything of the like.
If I may make one suggestion, Nick? I’d advise you wobble your fat old ass over to Power On Wrestling’s newest and, well, lower-tier for lack of a better term territory. You know, the New England one? Follow suit of your fellow UWC brethren Eddie Buchalini and take your washed-up ass to an environment you’d better fit in. Eddie took his whack ass over there because he couldn’t cut it over here in the Midwestern territory, the place where the big dogs play, and maybe you should do the same. Spare yourself the embarrassment and head on over there now -- don’t even both showing up to Spring Breakage. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to let Tito know that since you couldn’t cut it over here you thought it best to try your hand in a place where everyone is closer to your level.
Kaleb rubbed his eyes. He grew sleepier after every word that he spoke. He’s laying comfortably on a couch in his hotel room for this week, and was just about ready to rest up. Before then, however, he spoke once more.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Nick, it’s the inevitable truth: at Spring Breakage, I win and you lose. Simple as that. I can’t put it any more clearer for you. Now it’s up to you whether or not to let it sink in to that thick f**king skull of yours.
Kaleb taps the side of his head.
(KALEB SHADIX)
Knowing you, you won’t heed my warning and you’ll foolishly walk into the beating of your life. Nick, let me put it like this: the ass kicking I’m going to deliver to you is so f**king evident even Stevie Wonder can see it coming!
After his joke, he snickered and then turned to his side. The Midwestern TV Champ then curls into a ball, and falls into a deep slumber as the scene fades away and a vignette hyping the Spring Breakage event airs.