Post by kaleb on May 20, 2007 22:17:54 GMT -6
If Power On Wrestling Midwest’s incomparable interviewer Greg Kilgreen has had anything short of fifteen cataclysmic orgasms in the past couple of days and at least ten more to follow, then surely this could be considered a disappointment seeing as Kilgreen’s excitement level should be skyrocketing straight through the proverbial roof. Not only is the rapidly-rising wrestling phenomenon known as POW having its Midwestern brand approaching its biggest event thus far in its multiple-month history which amounts to a gargantuan multitude of interviews with high-caliber talent for Greg to exemplify, but this weeks upcoming extravaganza is held in a city very familiar with Greg: St. Louis, Missouri.
The St. Louis, Missouri alumni has spent much time in this wonderful city, but the POW has yet to occupy such a locality. This week, however, POW ventures from its accustomed confines of Kansas City to the opposite side of Missouri along the Missouri River to St. Louis. Many of the wrestlers and officials have been sight-seeing as of late while they’re in town, and the same goes for current and longest reigning POW Midwestern Television Champion Kaleb Shadix. While relaxing on a lawn chair positioned in the sand of a beach while wearing nothing but black Nike shorts and his title across his waist, Kaleb looks up at the infamous St. Louis Arch -- the six-hundred and thirty foot stainless steel arch that reflects St. Louis’ role as the gateway to the West.
He stares through dark Oakley shades up at the large arch structure, and momentarily glances around at his surroundings. An interview session had been agreed to earlier in the day where Greg would have the opportunity to construct a symposium with the Television Champ himself in this exact location. While not seeing Greg around for now, Kaleb lowered his shades a bit from his eyes and snuck a peak at a few young ladies passing by. They didn’t look sweet enough to be considered eye-candy, and hardly kept Kaleb’s attention for more than a second. Not impressed at what he saw, he readjusted his sunglasses over his eyes and looked back up at the arch that is situated on the waterfront in the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial Park.
KALEB SHADIX; “Where the hell is this guy?”
It was about five minutes afterwards, but his inquiry was finally answered as Greg Kilgreen -- clad in blue board shorts, a white POW t-shirt, sandals, and a ridiculous sombrero-looking type hat -- promenaded onto the beach and through the sand until coming across the lounging Television Champion. With patented microphone in hand, the illustrious POW interviewer glared down at Kaleb who returned a quizzical look right back up at him. At first he didn’t notice it was Greg, but upon further inspection Kaleb was able to look past the ridiculous hat and recognize Greg.
GREG KILGREEN; “Hey.”
He expected a pleasant salutation in return, but instead received a disparaging remark.
KALEB SHADIX; “What the f**k is that?”
Greg looked befuddled at first until Kaleb pointed a finger towards Greg’s hat. Greg shrugged, and Kaleb pointed down to the sand next to his chair, indicating for Greg to take a seat. Greg obliged, and when he was close enough he had his hat smacked right off his head from a swift left slap from Kaleb’s hand. The hat flew off his head and into the beach sand.
KALEB SHADIX; “I hope you weren’t planning on picking up any chicks here wearing that damn thing.”
GREG KILGREEN; “That wasn’t my intention coming here, so no worries.”
Kaleb, always the predator in a hunt of attractive and willing young ladies no matter the situation or location, looked surprised.
KALEB SHADIX; “What? Really? Why else would you come to a beach?”
GREG KILGREEN; “Well, I came here to interview you, of course. I mean, it is my job after all.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Oh, right. That doesn’t mean you can’t check out some hot ass while here, though. I originally came here with the sole intention of partaking in an interview session, but that’s not going to stop me from checking out the fine honey’s. I haven’t seen very many thus far, though.”
Shadix glanced around the beach again until Greg interrupted by tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.
GREG KILGREEN; “Mind if we get this show on the road now?”
KALEB SHADIX; “Sure thing.”
The TV Champ glanced over at Kilgreen who was expected to officially get this thing started. Greg got on his knee’s, and then placed the microphone to his mouth. The microphone wasn’t really necessary, but Greg was using it anyways to carry out the exact feel of a genuine interview.
GREG KILGREEN; “Well, first off, what do you have to say about Nick Pickles’ finding and implementation of a loophole which directly shifted the form of your SuperMania III match?”
KALEB SHADIX; “You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that Nick was skeptical, to say the least, of stepping inside the ring against me for a second time in less than a month. He remembers exactly what happened last time we went toe to toe, and he definitely wasn’t looking forward to going through the hell I put him through for a second time. He was hardly able to hold his own against me back at Spring Breakage, and he realized that this time around he probably wouldn’t even be able to make it out without the assistance of a wheelchair. Nick didn’t want to be exposed for the bitch that he really is, so to continue on with his tough and sly persona, he put those millions he has in his possession to good use by hiring some lawyers or businessmen to hopefully find some sort of loophole that would allow Nick to get his match with Nitro without having to get through me. Well, luckily for old Nick, his men for hire did him justice. They did find a loophole, and they found a way for Nick to get a shot at Nitro without having to go through the insufferable task of trying to beat me.”
He stopped for a quick second, but soon continued. Greg was prepared to ask another question, but instead let Kaleb proceed to speak his mind.
KALEB SHADIX; “Nick, you’re pretty much delaying the inevitable buddy. If you somehow do defeat your nemesis Jay T. Nitro, then you’ll once again find yourself pitted against yours truly. This time, however, the encounter will actually go down because there will be no loopholes remaining that’ll potentially save you from another ass kicking. After I get through Showtime and if you do end up getting through Nitro, then I’ll officially finish what I started last month at Spring Breakage and I’ll end you once and for all. Feel free to bring that fat f**king lackey who likes to be called Bubba down to the ring to help you out as well. I really don’t care who you bring. Bubba didn’t really help you out much at all last time, and I’ll see to it that his service is for naught this time around as well. Hell, that’s even if we square off again. You might not even make it past Nitro, so I may not even have to waste my time kicking your old fat ass again anyways.”
GREG KILGREEN; “Speaking of the UWC Television Title Match between defending champ Jay T. Nitro and challenger Nick Pickles -- is there anyone that you’re pulling for to win more than the other?”
KALEB SHADIX; “Well, seeing as I’ll inevitably be facing the winner of that match--”
To his surprise, he is cut off by Kilgreen.
GREG KILGREEN; “Not necessarily, Kaleb. You’ve still got to go through Sh--”
KALEB SHADIX; “Oh shut the f**k up. You’re making it seem like it’s actually questionable about who will walk away victorious. Please. If you’re too blind to see that I’ll trample all over that piece of shit, then go get some glasses so you can see the crystal clear truth. Control your hard-on for Showtime for now, I’ll get to him later. Anyways, as I was saying…”
He stopped for a moment and sighed.
KALEB SHADIX; “Since I’ll be facing the winner of the Nitro and Pickles match, I’d honestly much rather face Jay T. Nitro. I mean, first of all, I’ve already beaten Pickles twice. This past week we didn’t exactly have a standard wrestling match, but a win is a win nonetheless. It isn’t my fault that Nick was so much of a pussy he decided to waste his time trying to find loopholes rather than train and get ready to step inside the ring against me. Me facing Pickles again would be a huge waste of my God damn time. Sure, it’d be an easy ass win and normally I wouldn’t have a problem with that, but when there is an opportunity to face somebody like Jay T. Nitro then I’d much rather go down that route. Nitro, a proclaimed ‘legend’, would much rather peek my interest for a match rather than Pickles. I’ve already proved I can hang with the big boys around here, and even the so-called ‘legends’, so facing Nitro and possibly -- well, most likely -- beating him would only further my career even more. Jay T. Nitro is a respected yet feared star around here, and if I can prevail over such an infamous icon in this industry then I’m pretty much acquiring my own status as a ‘legend’. Hell, I haven’t even been doing this wrestling shit for that long, but already I’m set to go down as one of the biggest names in the history of this profession.”
GREG KILGREEN; “Now that you’ve stated who you’d rather win, who do you actually think IS going to win?”
KALEB SHADIX; “Nitro, no doubt. I’ve never usually given a shit about what people have done in the past and all that, but when you compare Nitro’s career to Pickles’, it’s evident that what Nick has done pales in comparison to what JTN has accomplished. They’re both proclaimed legends, but honestly Nick’s been looking more like a jobber. Oh, I’m sorry, I believe the correct term is ‘enhancement talent’, right? At least Nitro’s beaten prominent names in this business. Nick can go on record declaring he’s beaten this and that guy, and he’s won that many World Titles, but to me he looks like nothing but a complete liar. Maybe it’s just the old age that’s made him lose so much of that skill he thinks he has, but a guy competing like how Nick has done so far in POW just doesn’t seem like somebody who could’ve accomplished all that Nick states he has. Well, whatever. Nitro’s got this, and I’m looking forward to battling it out against him. He’d obviously be the bigger mountain for me to topple, and I’m looking forward to the formidable challenge. If I really want to become a legend in POW, then securing a victory over JTN at such an illustrious event like SuperMania is exactly what I need to do… and will do.”
GREG KILGREEN; “Now that we’ve gotten those two out of the way, it’s time to talk about Showtime.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Ah, screw that. Let’s just skip him.”
Greg chuckled a bit.
GREG KILGREEN; “I’m afraid we can’t. He is your opponent after all, and no matter what you’ll be facing him whereas it’s questionable about whether or not you’ll face either Pickles or Nitro.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Bullshit it’s questionable! I’ve already told you, Greg: I’m going this Showtime punk and move on to a bigger conquest such as Jay T. Nitro.”
GREG KILGREEN; “I wouldn’t count Showtime out so quickly.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Yeah, maybe you wouldn’t, but I sure am.”
Kilgreen rolled his eyes. His statement was taken in a different manner than he had projected it.
GREG KILGREEN; “After a less than stellar start here in Power On Wrestling, Showtime finally struck fire and went on a bit of a tear. During his hot streak, he even overcame you.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Oh please, Greg, don’t even f**king go there. He pinned Lestat who just happened to be my tag partner while I was occupied with Flying Douche Bag Man. Don’t say it like Showtime actually beat me because he didn’t. He beat that goofy f**king ex-bodyguard of his -- so f**king what. You know, now I can’t wait to destroy this clown so idiots like you will shut up and stop bringing up the retarded tag victory he luckily had over my partner. My shitty partner, at that. Give me somebody like Rich Morrison as a partner again and we’d f**king destroy Showtime and whoever he has as a partner this time, or any other f**king tag team in the world of wrestling for that matter. There’s a reason people started calling us “Excellence Personified”.”
GREG KILGREEN; “Well, whether you want to acknowledge it or not Showtime has definitely earned his shot at your title. He’s racked up some impressive wins, and he’s looking to add on to his impressive resume by adding some gold around his waist.”
KALEB SHADIX; “What did you say, Greg? Sorry, I couldn’t understand you with Showtime’s cock in your mouth!”
Kaleb laughed aloud as Greg looked offended. He refrained from verbally snapping on the TV champ and controlled himself, much to his dismay.
KALEB SHADIX; “I haven’t really seen anything that impresses me about Showtime. Didn’t he lose his first four matches? Pathetic. And, hell, he has more losses right now than he does wins! What a f**king loser. The only thing he’s done that I’ll give him props for is the victory he has over that douche Cobra. I’m glad somebody shut that f**king guy up and foiled his plans of actually doing something great around here. Now I don’t have to worry about him until he actually proves his worth again. And after losing to a guy like Showtime? It’s going to take a lot to recuperate from something so tragic like that!”
GREG KILGREEN; “This is actually your first official Television Title defense, not counting last weeks nonexistent match against Nick Pickles. The TV Title has a history of changing hands frequently, and no former champion beforehand has successfully been able to defend it. Does this make you tentative at all?”
KALEB SHADIX; “Damn…”
Kaleb’s comment came after Greg’s question, but he wasn’t exactly answering it. Instead, it was merely an instinctive comment after seeing -- from his perspective -- an attractive young lady walk by. He eyed he behind, and whistled.
KALEB SHADIX; “Damn that bitch has a fat ass! Look at that thing, Greg.”
He pointed towards the female, and Greg snuck a peak. His eyes widened.
KALEB SHADIX; “Let me hear it, Greg: tell me you’d hit that!”
Greg looked a bit embarrassed, but answered.
GREG KILGREEN; “I… I…”
His face lit up with excitement.
GREG KILGREEN; “I’d hit that!”
Kaleb laughed and patted Greg on the back, but suddenly realized that Greg was getting a little too excited.
KALEB SHADIX; “Damn dude, chill out. Don’t bust all over yourself now. Anyways, what was your question?”
Kilgreen contemplated his previous query, but came up dry.
GREG KILGREEN; “I can’t remember.”
He look disappointed in himself for not remembering.
KALEB SHADIX; “Yeah, me either. Well, it was probably something about Showtime, so let me just say this: you might’ve impressed the likes of Tito Capaci, Greg Kilgreen here, and some others, but you sure as hell haven’t impressed me! You haven’t earned my respect, either, and I don’t really fear stepping up against you. If you’d like things to be differently, then prove your worth at SuperMania III. Don’t get your hopes up thinking you’ll actually win or anything because there’s no way in hell I’d lose at an event like this to the likes of you, but maybe -- just maybe -- you may actually be able to hold your own inside the squared circle against me. Hell, just doing that will impress me more than what Pickles did. So, we done now?”
GREG KILGREEN; “Uh huh.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Good, because now I need to go on a hot pursuit to find that hot ass!”
Kaleb leaped up with belt in hand, running off in the direction the attractive female walked in. Greg remained kneeling on the sand while watching Kaleb pursue his sexual craving. Moments later, the scene faded away.
The St. Louis, Missouri alumni has spent much time in this wonderful city, but the POW has yet to occupy such a locality. This week, however, POW ventures from its accustomed confines of Kansas City to the opposite side of Missouri along the Missouri River to St. Louis. Many of the wrestlers and officials have been sight-seeing as of late while they’re in town, and the same goes for current and longest reigning POW Midwestern Television Champion Kaleb Shadix. While relaxing on a lawn chair positioned in the sand of a beach while wearing nothing but black Nike shorts and his title across his waist, Kaleb looks up at the infamous St. Louis Arch -- the six-hundred and thirty foot stainless steel arch that reflects St. Louis’ role as the gateway to the West.
He stares through dark Oakley shades up at the large arch structure, and momentarily glances around at his surroundings. An interview session had been agreed to earlier in the day where Greg would have the opportunity to construct a symposium with the Television Champ himself in this exact location. While not seeing Greg around for now, Kaleb lowered his shades a bit from his eyes and snuck a peak at a few young ladies passing by. They didn’t look sweet enough to be considered eye-candy, and hardly kept Kaleb’s attention for more than a second. Not impressed at what he saw, he readjusted his sunglasses over his eyes and looked back up at the arch that is situated on the waterfront in the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial Park.
KALEB SHADIX; “Where the hell is this guy?”
It was about five minutes afterwards, but his inquiry was finally answered as Greg Kilgreen -- clad in blue board shorts, a white POW t-shirt, sandals, and a ridiculous sombrero-looking type hat -- promenaded onto the beach and through the sand until coming across the lounging Television Champion. With patented microphone in hand, the illustrious POW interviewer glared down at Kaleb who returned a quizzical look right back up at him. At first he didn’t notice it was Greg, but upon further inspection Kaleb was able to look past the ridiculous hat and recognize Greg.
GREG KILGREEN; “Hey.”
He expected a pleasant salutation in return, but instead received a disparaging remark.
KALEB SHADIX; “What the f**k is that?”
Greg looked befuddled at first until Kaleb pointed a finger towards Greg’s hat. Greg shrugged, and Kaleb pointed down to the sand next to his chair, indicating for Greg to take a seat. Greg obliged, and when he was close enough he had his hat smacked right off his head from a swift left slap from Kaleb’s hand. The hat flew off his head and into the beach sand.
KALEB SHADIX; “I hope you weren’t planning on picking up any chicks here wearing that damn thing.”
GREG KILGREEN; “That wasn’t my intention coming here, so no worries.”
Kaleb, always the predator in a hunt of attractive and willing young ladies no matter the situation or location, looked surprised.
KALEB SHADIX; “What? Really? Why else would you come to a beach?”
GREG KILGREEN; “Well, I came here to interview you, of course. I mean, it is my job after all.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Oh, right. That doesn’t mean you can’t check out some hot ass while here, though. I originally came here with the sole intention of partaking in an interview session, but that’s not going to stop me from checking out the fine honey’s. I haven’t seen very many thus far, though.”
Shadix glanced around the beach again until Greg interrupted by tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.
GREG KILGREEN; “Mind if we get this show on the road now?”
KALEB SHADIX; “Sure thing.”
The TV Champ glanced over at Kilgreen who was expected to officially get this thing started. Greg got on his knee’s, and then placed the microphone to his mouth. The microphone wasn’t really necessary, but Greg was using it anyways to carry out the exact feel of a genuine interview.
GREG KILGREEN; “Well, first off, what do you have to say about Nick Pickles’ finding and implementation of a loophole which directly shifted the form of your SuperMania III match?”
KALEB SHADIX; “You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that Nick was skeptical, to say the least, of stepping inside the ring against me for a second time in less than a month. He remembers exactly what happened last time we went toe to toe, and he definitely wasn’t looking forward to going through the hell I put him through for a second time. He was hardly able to hold his own against me back at Spring Breakage, and he realized that this time around he probably wouldn’t even be able to make it out without the assistance of a wheelchair. Nick didn’t want to be exposed for the bitch that he really is, so to continue on with his tough and sly persona, he put those millions he has in his possession to good use by hiring some lawyers or businessmen to hopefully find some sort of loophole that would allow Nick to get his match with Nitro without having to get through me. Well, luckily for old Nick, his men for hire did him justice. They did find a loophole, and they found a way for Nick to get a shot at Nitro without having to go through the insufferable task of trying to beat me.”
He stopped for a quick second, but soon continued. Greg was prepared to ask another question, but instead let Kaleb proceed to speak his mind.
KALEB SHADIX; “Nick, you’re pretty much delaying the inevitable buddy. If you somehow do defeat your nemesis Jay T. Nitro, then you’ll once again find yourself pitted against yours truly. This time, however, the encounter will actually go down because there will be no loopholes remaining that’ll potentially save you from another ass kicking. After I get through Showtime and if you do end up getting through Nitro, then I’ll officially finish what I started last month at Spring Breakage and I’ll end you once and for all. Feel free to bring that fat f**king lackey who likes to be called Bubba down to the ring to help you out as well. I really don’t care who you bring. Bubba didn’t really help you out much at all last time, and I’ll see to it that his service is for naught this time around as well. Hell, that’s even if we square off again. You might not even make it past Nitro, so I may not even have to waste my time kicking your old fat ass again anyways.”
GREG KILGREEN; “Speaking of the UWC Television Title Match between defending champ Jay T. Nitro and challenger Nick Pickles -- is there anyone that you’re pulling for to win more than the other?”
KALEB SHADIX; “Well, seeing as I’ll inevitably be facing the winner of that match--”
To his surprise, he is cut off by Kilgreen.
GREG KILGREEN; “Not necessarily, Kaleb. You’ve still got to go through Sh--”
KALEB SHADIX; “Oh shut the f**k up. You’re making it seem like it’s actually questionable about who will walk away victorious. Please. If you’re too blind to see that I’ll trample all over that piece of shit, then go get some glasses so you can see the crystal clear truth. Control your hard-on for Showtime for now, I’ll get to him later. Anyways, as I was saying…”
He stopped for a moment and sighed.
KALEB SHADIX; “Since I’ll be facing the winner of the Nitro and Pickles match, I’d honestly much rather face Jay T. Nitro. I mean, first of all, I’ve already beaten Pickles twice. This past week we didn’t exactly have a standard wrestling match, but a win is a win nonetheless. It isn’t my fault that Nick was so much of a pussy he decided to waste his time trying to find loopholes rather than train and get ready to step inside the ring against me. Me facing Pickles again would be a huge waste of my God damn time. Sure, it’d be an easy ass win and normally I wouldn’t have a problem with that, but when there is an opportunity to face somebody like Jay T. Nitro then I’d much rather go down that route. Nitro, a proclaimed ‘legend’, would much rather peek my interest for a match rather than Pickles. I’ve already proved I can hang with the big boys around here, and even the so-called ‘legends’, so facing Nitro and possibly -- well, most likely -- beating him would only further my career even more. Jay T. Nitro is a respected yet feared star around here, and if I can prevail over such an infamous icon in this industry then I’m pretty much acquiring my own status as a ‘legend’. Hell, I haven’t even been doing this wrestling shit for that long, but already I’m set to go down as one of the biggest names in the history of this profession.”
GREG KILGREEN; “Now that you’ve stated who you’d rather win, who do you actually think IS going to win?”
KALEB SHADIX; “Nitro, no doubt. I’ve never usually given a shit about what people have done in the past and all that, but when you compare Nitro’s career to Pickles’, it’s evident that what Nick has done pales in comparison to what JTN has accomplished. They’re both proclaimed legends, but honestly Nick’s been looking more like a jobber. Oh, I’m sorry, I believe the correct term is ‘enhancement talent’, right? At least Nitro’s beaten prominent names in this business. Nick can go on record declaring he’s beaten this and that guy, and he’s won that many World Titles, but to me he looks like nothing but a complete liar. Maybe it’s just the old age that’s made him lose so much of that skill he thinks he has, but a guy competing like how Nick has done so far in POW just doesn’t seem like somebody who could’ve accomplished all that Nick states he has. Well, whatever. Nitro’s got this, and I’m looking forward to battling it out against him. He’d obviously be the bigger mountain for me to topple, and I’m looking forward to the formidable challenge. If I really want to become a legend in POW, then securing a victory over JTN at such an illustrious event like SuperMania is exactly what I need to do… and will do.”
GREG KILGREEN; “Now that we’ve gotten those two out of the way, it’s time to talk about Showtime.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Ah, screw that. Let’s just skip him.”
Greg chuckled a bit.
GREG KILGREEN; “I’m afraid we can’t. He is your opponent after all, and no matter what you’ll be facing him whereas it’s questionable about whether or not you’ll face either Pickles or Nitro.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Bullshit it’s questionable! I’ve already told you, Greg: I’m going this Showtime punk and move on to a bigger conquest such as Jay T. Nitro.”
GREG KILGREEN; “I wouldn’t count Showtime out so quickly.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Yeah, maybe you wouldn’t, but I sure am.”
Kilgreen rolled his eyes. His statement was taken in a different manner than he had projected it.
GREG KILGREEN; “After a less than stellar start here in Power On Wrestling, Showtime finally struck fire and went on a bit of a tear. During his hot streak, he even overcame you.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Oh please, Greg, don’t even f**king go there. He pinned Lestat who just happened to be my tag partner while I was occupied with Flying Douche Bag Man. Don’t say it like Showtime actually beat me because he didn’t. He beat that goofy f**king ex-bodyguard of his -- so f**king what. You know, now I can’t wait to destroy this clown so idiots like you will shut up and stop bringing up the retarded tag victory he luckily had over my partner. My shitty partner, at that. Give me somebody like Rich Morrison as a partner again and we’d f**king destroy Showtime and whoever he has as a partner this time, or any other f**king tag team in the world of wrestling for that matter. There’s a reason people started calling us “Excellence Personified”.”
GREG KILGREEN; “Well, whether you want to acknowledge it or not Showtime has definitely earned his shot at your title. He’s racked up some impressive wins, and he’s looking to add on to his impressive resume by adding some gold around his waist.”
KALEB SHADIX; “What did you say, Greg? Sorry, I couldn’t understand you with Showtime’s cock in your mouth!”
Kaleb laughed aloud as Greg looked offended. He refrained from verbally snapping on the TV champ and controlled himself, much to his dismay.
KALEB SHADIX; “I haven’t really seen anything that impresses me about Showtime. Didn’t he lose his first four matches? Pathetic. And, hell, he has more losses right now than he does wins! What a f**king loser. The only thing he’s done that I’ll give him props for is the victory he has over that douche Cobra. I’m glad somebody shut that f**king guy up and foiled his plans of actually doing something great around here. Now I don’t have to worry about him until he actually proves his worth again. And after losing to a guy like Showtime? It’s going to take a lot to recuperate from something so tragic like that!”
GREG KILGREEN; “This is actually your first official Television Title defense, not counting last weeks nonexistent match against Nick Pickles. The TV Title has a history of changing hands frequently, and no former champion beforehand has successfully been able to defend it. Does this make you tentative at all?”
KALEB SHADIX; “Damn…”
Kaleb’s comment came after Greg’s question, but he wasn’t exactly answering it. Instead, it was merely an instinctive comment after seeing -- from his perspective -- an attractive young lady walk by. He eyed he behind, and whistled.
KALEB SHADIX; “Damn that bitch has a fat ass! Look at that thing, Greg.”
He pointed towards the female, and Greg snuck a peak. His eyes widened.
KALEB SHADIX; “Let me hear it, Greg: tell me you’d hit that!”
Greg looked a bit embarrassed, but answered.
GREG KILGREEN; “I… I…”
His face lit up with excitement.
GREG KILGREEN; “I’d hit that!”
Kaleb laughed and patted Greg on the back, but suddenly realized that Greg was getting a little too excited.
KALEB SHADIX; “Damn dude, chill out. Don’t bust all over yourself now. Anyways, what was your question?”
Kilgreen contemplated his previous query, but came up dry.
GREG KILGREEN; “I can’t remember.”
He look disappointed in himself for not remembering.
KALEB SHADIX; “Yeah, me either. Well, it was probably something about Showtime, so let me just say this: you might’ve impressed the likes of Tito Capaci, Greg Kilgreen here, and some others, but you sure as hell haven’t impressed me! You haven’t earned my respect, either, and I don’t really fear stepping up against you. If you’d like things to be differently, then prove your worth at SuperMania III. Don’t get your hopes up thinking you’ll actually win or anything because there’s no way in hell I’d lose at an event like this to the likes of you, but maybe -- just maybe -- you may actually be able to hold your own inside the squared circle against me. Hell, just doing that will impress me more than what Pickles did. So, we done now?”
GREG KILGREEN; “Uh huh.”
KALEB SHADIX; “Good, because now I need to go on a hot pursuit to find that hot ass!”
Kaleb leaped up with belt in hand, running off in the direction the attractive female walked in. Greg remained kneeling on the sand while watching Kaleb pursue his sexual craving. Moments later, the scene faded away.