Post by Caleb Newstead on Jul 6, 2009 23:42:26 GMT -4
(The scene opens with Caleb Newstead, sitting in his home in his come country of Canada. Caleb is dressed as usual, sitting at his computer desk, looking at his screen. He sees the pictures of the new FFP Tag Team Champions, Serena and Rori McManus. He can't help but be aggravated. He knew that Christopher and himself could have won the damn straps, if Christopher would have just showed up That's all he had to do.)
Caleb Newstead: All he had to do, was show the fuck up. That's it. Show up. We would have those Tag Team Titles. But what does he do?
(Caleb turns to a two pack of FFP figures that he has sitting on his desk. Obviously, the pack is of Caleb and Christopher. FFP Tag Team Champions. Obviously this pack was released during FFP's first run. Anyway, Caleb looks at the figures for a second. Then he turns away, only to turn back quickly, and slam his hand against the package, sending it flying off the desk, and hitting the wall nearby. The pack now slides down the wall, stuck between the wall and the side of the desk.)
Caleb Newstead: He fucking lies to me, and he lets me down!
(Newstead now turns to the camera.)
Caleb Newstead: And now, I'm done. I'm done Christopher. Never again, will I put my trust on you. It's happened to many times Christopher. Too many times! Do you realize, I was the one who took you in?! You were nothing before me! Nothing! I brought you in, and with my help, you became one of the best. Only to become a quitter, time and time again! No wonder you didn't get voted into the Hall of Fame man. You are a quitter!
(Newstead seems to have calmed down a bit.)
Caleb Newstead: Now, speaking of quitters...my opponent, "Mr. Real Smooth" Mike Grier. He seems like a quitter. Is he a quitter? I'm not sure. But I've heard rumors, that he's gone from Full Force Pro. If so, I guess I've got myself a bye week this week. But I tell you, I don't want a bye week. I want you Mike, in that squared circle. You see, I have some pent up frustration. Apparently, Christopher Morgan, my so called partner...my so called friend, decided to turn his back, and once again leave Full Force Pro, because either he had a tummy ache, a tooth ache, or it was time for his period. Either way, he's gone. But you know that, now, I'll get to finally prove to the world, that without him, I'm better. Without him, I won't play second fiddle. Without him, I won't just be the Television Champion like I used to be. Without him, I will go on to bigger and better things. I'll go on, and become the single greatest superstar that Full Force Pro has ever seen...and the single greatest superstar that Full Force Pro will ever see again!
(Caleb takes a deep breath, and looks up at the ceiling. After a couple of more deep breaths, he brings his head back down to the computer, and looks at the pictures one more time.)
Caleb Newstead: Mike, I hope you show up pal. I really do. Ever since you and I had that little meeting at the bar, I've been waiting. Like a salivating cat, waiting for that one bird to come down low enough so it can clip it's legs, and destroy it. Mike, I'm the cat. You're the bird. Friday at Redemption, I'm going to clip your legs, and destroy you. Trust me...I'm going to destroy you.
Caleb Newstead: All he had to do, was show the fuck up. That's it. Show up. We would have those Tag Team Titles. But what does he do?
(Caleb turns to a two pack of FFP figures that he has sitting on his desk. Obviously, the pack is of Caleb and Christopher. FFP Tag Team Champions. Obviously this pack was released during FFP's first run. Anyway, Caleb looks at the figures for a second. Then he turns away, only to turn back quickly, and slam his hand against the package, sending it flying off the desk, and hitting the wall nearby. The pack now slides down the wall, stuck between the wall and the side of the desk.)
Caleb Newstead: He fucking lies to me, and he lets me down!
(Newstead now turns to the camera.)
Caleb Newstead: And now, I'm done. I'm done Christopher. Never again, will I put my trust on you. It's happened to many times Christopher. Too many times! Do you realize, I was the one who took you in?! You were nothing before me! Nothing! I brought you in, and with my help, you became one of the best. Only to become a quitter, time and time again! No wonder you didn't get voted into the Hall of Fame man. You are a quitter!
(Newstead seems to have calmed down a bit.)
Caleb Newstead: Now, speaking of quitters...my opponent, "Mr. Real Smooth" Mike Grier. He seems like a quitter. Is he a quitter? I'm not sure. But I've heard rumors, that he's gone from Full Force Pro. If so, I guess I've got myself a bye week this week. But I tell you, I don't want a bye week. I want you Mike, in that squared circle. You see, I have some pent up frustration. Apparently, Christopher Morgan, my so called partner...my so called friend, decided to turn his back, and once again leave Full Force Pro, because either he had a tummy ache, a tooth ache, or it was time for his period. Either way, he's gone. But you know that, now, I'll get to finally prove to the world, that without him, I'm better. Without him, I won't play second fiddle. Without him, I won't just be the Television Champion like I used to be. Without him, I will go on to bigger and better things. I'll go on, and become the single greatest superstar that Full Force Pro has ever seen...and the single greatest superstar that Full Force Pro will ever see again!
(Caleb takes a deep breath, and looks up at the ceiling. After a couple of more deep breaths, he brings his head back down to the computer, and looks at the pictures one more time.)
Caleb Newstead: Mike, I hope you show up pal. I really do. Ever since you and I had that little meeting at the bar, I've been waiting. Like a salivating cat, waiting for that one bird to come down low enough so it can clip it's legs, and destroy it. Mike, I'm the cat. You're the bird. Friday at Redemption, I'm going to clip your legs, and destroy you. Trust me...I'm going to destroy you.
