Post by Caleb Newstead on Jul 7, 2009 13:53:44 GMT -4
(Caleb Newstead is shown, jogging down an old road. The weather seems to be a little chilly, as Caleb is dressed in blue sweats, and a gray hooded sweatshirt. Sweat is dripping down Caleb's forehead, and down his cheeks. We can see some of his brown hair, which also looks to be soaked with sweat, as it is also soaking through his sweatshirt. He continues jogging, faster and faster, until it reaches a full out sprint.
The scene then cuts, to Caleb yet again, wearing the sweats and hoodie, but this time, in a meat freezer. His fists are taped up, and blood is all over the tape. Of course, this blood is not his own, but it's coming from the meat of a calf, as he is punching it.
It is obvious that this is supposed to be some kind of crazy scene out of Rocky, as Caleb continues punching the meat, harder and harder - sounds dirty, doesn't it?
Of course, the scene cuts again, this time, Caleb is in an old dusty gym. He's on the floor doing push ups. Normal push ups? No, no, no! These push ups, are impressive one armed push ups - Caleb's left arm, and he is not a Southpaw.
The scene cuts again, and now Caleb is standing in his kitchen, holding a glass with a raw egg broke inside. He looks at it, with a disgusted look on his face, and then downs the egg...only to spit it out almost instantly.)
Caleb Newstead: That was the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted...
(Caleb now turns to his fridge, and pulls out a bottled water. He pours some in his mouth, swishes it around, and spits into the sink. Then he takes a big drink of water.)
Caleb Newstead: Anyway, enough about the egg. Enough about Christopher Morgan. Enough about Simply the Best. This is for you Mike Grier. Mike, I see, you're working out. I see you, out in the rain, gritting your teeth, running your ass off, trying to get into shape. I know that now, you are going to step into the ring with actual talent. With an actual athlete. Finally, you won't face a jobber in the ring...you'll face me. Of course, although you have faced many jobbers here in Full Force Pro, you seem to have only won a few matches... What's with that man? Jobbers are meant to lose? And you lose to jobbers... Does that make you a jobber?
(Caleb turns his head, and looks up in the air, running his fingers across his chin like he is thinking.)
Caleb Newstead: Hmmm..."Mr. Real Jobber" Mike Grier... That sounds pretty good. You could even say that you are the man who puts the other superstars over. Oh wait...was that too much like a shoot? Oh well, anymore, who can really tell.
(Caleb now takes a seat at his table, and takes a deep breath.)
Caleb Newstead: Mike, I know your type. I know that you are here, to try to get attention. To try to impress just one person in that crowd. But it's just not working out too well for you is it? You want to make a name off of yourself, whether it be against myself, Devon Thomas, Ichiro Takeshi, or anybody else for that matter. Well Mike, sorry pal, but it just ain't happening for you. So I tell you what. After our match, once I pin you to the mat after my Fisherman Brainbuster, you might as well do us all a favor, and get the fuck out of here. Because honestly Mike, no one here, wants to see you. No superstars, no staff members, no fans, want to see your ass in that ring anymore. So after I finally put you out of your misery Mike, you need to step out of the ring, for the last time, get in your little rent-a-car, and leave...forever.
(Caleb stands up from the table, and leans in toward the camera, with one hand raised up, clinched in a fist.)
Caleb Newstead: Mike, you're going down Friday...and it's not because I'm so much better than you...it's not because of how much better looking I am than you...no. It's because I, have the eye of the tiger.
The scene then cuts, to Caleb yet again, wearing the sweats and hoodie, but this time, in a meat freezer. His fists are taped up, and blood is all over the tape. Of course, this blood is not his own, but it's coming from the meat of a calf, as he is punching it.
It is obvious that this is supposed to be some kind of crazy scene out of Rocky, as Caleb continues punching the meat, harder and harder - sounds dirty, doesn't it?
Of course, the scene cuts again, this time, Caleb is in an old dusty gym. He's on the floor doing push ups. Normal push ups? No, no, no! These push ups, are impressive one armed push ups - Caleb's left arm, and he is not a Southpaw.
The scene cuts again, and now Caleb is standing in his kitchen, holding a glass with a raw egg broke inside. He looks at it, with a disgusted look on his face, and then downs the egg...only to spit it out almost instantly.)
Caleb Newstead: That was the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted...
(Caleb now turns to his fridge, and pulls out a bottled water. He pours some in his mouth, swishes it around, and spits into the sink. Then he takes a big drink of water.)
Caleb Newstead: Anyway, enough about the egg. Enough about Christopher Morgan. Enough about Simply the Best. This is for you Mike Grier. Mike, I see, you're working out. I see you, out in the rain, gritting your teeth, running your ass off, trying to get into shape. I know that now, you are going to step into the ring with actual talent. With an actual athlete. Finally, you won't face a jobber in the ring...you'll face me. Of course, although you have faced many jobbers here in Full Force Pro, you seem to have only won a few matches... What's with that man? Jobbers are meant to lose? And you lose to jobbers... Does that make you a jobber?
(Caleb turns his head, and looks up in the air, running his fingers across his chin like he is thinking.)
Caleb Newstead: Hmmm..."Mr. Real Jobber" Mike Grier... That sounds pretty good. You could even say that you are the man who puts the other superstars over. Oh wait...was that too much like a shoot? Oh well, anymore, who can really tell.
(Caleb now takes a seat at his table, and takes a deep breath.)
Caleb Newstead: Mike, I know your type. I know that you are here, to try to get attention. To try to impress just one person in that crowd. But it's just not working out too well for you is it? You want to make a name off of yourself, whether it be against myself, Devon Thomas, Ichiro Takeshi, or anybody else for that matter. Well Mike, sorry pal, but it just ain't happening for you. So I tell you what. After our match, once I pin you to the mat after my Fisherman Brainbuster, you might as well do us all a favor, and get the fuck out of here. Because honestly Mike, no one here, wants to see you. No superstars, no staff members, no fans, want to see your ass in that ring anymore. So after I finally put you out of your misery Mike, you need to step out of the ring, for the last time, get in your little rent-a-car, and leave...forever.
(Caleb stands up from the table, and leans in toward the camera, with one hand raised up, clinched in a fist.)
Caleb Newstead: Mike, you're going down Friday...and it's not because I'm so much better than you...it's not because of how much better looking I am than you...no. It's because I, have the eye of the tiger.
