Post by Caleb Lockwood on Jan 19, 2013 9:36:01 GMT -6
”So I got to take Murderhouse Mick down a peg. That was…that was good. It was nice to get a little reassurance in my abilities. This week, instead of meeting a new challenge I get to overcome an old one. See, James, I’ve got a long memory. I remember being too busy putting together a half-baked House parody to prepare for you like I should have. I remember getting my ass kicked by you. And you can be damn sure I’m ready to avenge myself upon your malpracticing ass.”
“I think I’ll start by saying…you’re a pretty sick example of humanity. I mean, you’re married already, and you’re openly scheming TO YOUR WIFE about bringing in another woman. Really, man? Isn’t the whole point of marriage that you want to spend your life with THAT person? If you’re that sociopathic or bored, then just maybe you don’t deserve what you have. See, from what I can tell, your wife is a pleasant, reasonable woman. I like her. And if she has to put up with your crap on a daily basis and hasn’t already gone Lorena Bobbitt on your ass, then she has patience heretofore unseen on this planet. I could spend all day picking apart your numerous personal flaws, but that’d be no fun. So let’s talk about your in-ring flaws!”
“You’re a fairly solid technical wrestler. You beat me, and I can’t take that away from you. What I can take away from you is this win. I promise you that I’ll do my damnedest to do that. You’ve got your sights set on X Title gold. You and me both, pal. I’m getting pretty annoyed with being titleless, and being able to end that drought and shut up Alex Jones in one fell swoop would be one hell of an accomplishment. If you want to be the one to step up and make that mark? Be my guest. Just don’t be surprised when I don’t roll over and play dead for you.”
“I’m not some faceless goon you can take lightly and assume you’ll have an easy victory against. My name is Caleb Lockwood. I’m a parkour specialist, a student of lucha libre, and the protégé of one of the best to ever lace up a pair of boots. I put all the pieces together in ways you could never dream of, and unlike you, this wasn’t my “backup” career. I didn’t turn to this after failing in another field. This is what I’ve dreamed of doing for my entire life, and it’s what I’ve made my living at for years. This is my everything. And I won’t let a man like you stop me from living my dream.”
“I don’t know how you get your kicks, and I frankly don’t care. I’m not in a parody mood, and I don’t need to be. I’m not the Ace, even if the lazy want to pigeonhole me as a miniature version of him. I’m proud that he’s my mentor and I know I’m learning absolutely incredible amounts from him, but I want to make my own mark on history. I don’t want to just win one title. I want to go down as one of the greatest to ever step into the ring. Every match is a step along that long, long road. You’re an opponent I’ll have to beat. So will be whoever I have next week. And whoever I’m up against the week after. And so on…and so on…and so on, ad nauseam, because unfortunately the message never really seems to change.”
“The reason it never changes is that no matter how hard I try, I’ll always have people like you blowing me off. Wait, no. That’s not true. There’ll come the day when you don’t GET to ignore me anymore. That day is today. That time is now. And when you look up at the ceiling and see nothing but the bright lights and a flying shape blotting them out before he crushes the wind out of your lungs, you’ll know who handed you your ass. You’ll know my name. You’ll know my face. And, so this doesn’t come off as just me bragging, I’ve got one last piece of advice: don’t blink. You WILL miss something.”[/i]
Open on Caleb sitting on a bench in the graveyard where the funeral was held for Laura Smith. He looks very out of place in a suit, and his somber expression is an unfamiliar one for the Master of Gravity to be wearing. Even the relatively pleasant Miami weather can do nothing to alter the fact that this is a grim day for all involved. Tiffany Jones walks out of the church after a few minutes, seeing him and walking over to sit next to him. She takes his hand, which seems to jolt him out of his reverie. She looks at him with a concerned expression, but he continues to stare downward.
”Caleb, what’s wrong?”
He sighs, looking up finally, only to stare off into the distance. Suddenly, he looks far older than he is, as if a great weight has settled onto his shoulders. Emotion shoots through his voice, an almost noncommensurate amount of grief pouring from every word.
”It’s just taking me back to…to Dad…funerals never really…I never went to funerals, because I always felt weird at them. I wasn’t ever sure what to do…I didn’t know Laura enough to be comfortable staying inside, so…”
She nods, managing a soft smile for Caleb. He looks over to her, smiling back at her, and scoots closer, keeping their hands clasped together. He opens his mouth to say something, but sighs again, shaking his head before speaking.
”It’s not fair. I mean, I know life isn’t fair. God knows I know that. But…this…it just feels so wrong. Like, of all people…some drunk bastard took her from the people she loved and they’ll never have any damn repercussions. It’s unjust, and it…I can’t get worked up over it. I’ll say something or do something stupid, and this isn’t the time for any of that crap.”
Tiffany nods at this, biting her lower lip. Caleb finally looks over, and as their eyes meet he suddenly gets an impression of how much of a toll it’s taking on everyone, not just him. A wave of guilt washes over him for wallowing in his own emotions, almost pitying himself more than he’s mourning the one who’s been lost. He manages to smile at her, standing up. She stands with him, and Caleb takes her other hand in his, looking down into her eyes for a moment. She whispers up at him.
”What’re you thinking now?”
He smiles softly, whispering back to her.
”How lucky we are…and how thankful I am.”
She blushes a bit, and Caleb leans in, kissing her. She kisses back for a moment, and they pull back just enough to hold each other. Tiffany rests her head on Caleb’s chest, feeling his heart beat against his ribcage, and he closes his eyes, silently thankful that they were lucky enough to still have each other. After a few more seconds, he looks down at her, glancing back at the church as he speaks.
”We should probably get back inside, they might be making plans and we don’t want to be left behind.”
Tiffany nods. The couple turn and walk back into the church, hands firmly clasped together. The last shot we have is of them from the back, walking inside to join the mass of those paying their respects once more. The sun shines down outside the church, and somehow it seems just a little bit brighter than before as we fade to black.
“I think I’ll start by saying…you’re a pretty sick example of humanity. I mean, you’re married already, and you’re openly scheming TO YOUR WIFE about bringing in another woman. Really, man? Isn’t the whole point of marriage that you want to spend your life with THAT person? If you’re that sociopathic or bored, then just maybe you don’t deserve what you have. See, from what I can tell, your wife is a pleasant, reasonable woman. I like her. And if she has to put up with your crap on a daily basis and hasn’t already gone Lorena Bobbitt on your ass, then she has patience heretofore unseen on this planet. I could spend all day picking apart your numerous personal flaws, but that’d be no fun. So let’s talk about your in-ring flaws!”
“You’re a fairly solid technical wrestler. You beat me, and I can’t take that away from you. What I can take away from you is this win. I promise you that I’ll do my damnedest to do that. You’ve got your sights set on X Title gold. You and me both, pal. I’m getting pretty annoyed with being titleless, and being able to end that drought and shut up Alex Jones in one fell swoop would be one hell of an accomplishment. If you want to be the one to step up and make that mark? Be my guest. Just don’t be surprised when I don’t roll over and play dead for you.”
“I’m not some faceless goon you can take lightly and assume you’ll have an easy victory against. My name is Caleb Lockwood. I’m a parkour specialist, a student of lucha libre, and the protégé of one of the best to ever lace up a pair of boots. I put all the pieces together in ways you could never dream of, and unlike you, this wasn’t my “backup” career. I didn’t turn to this after failing in another field. This is what I’ve dreamed of doing for my entire life, and it’s what I’ve made my living at for years. This is my everything. And I won’t let a man like you stop me from living my dream.”
“I don’t know how you get your kicks, and I frankly don’t care. I’m not in a parody mood, and I don’t need to be. I’m not the Ace, even if the lazy want to pigeonhole me as a miniature version of him. I’m proud that he’s my mentor and I know I’m learning absolutely incredible amounts from him, but I want to make my own mark on history. I don’t want to just win one title. I want to go down as one of the greatest to ever step into the ring. Every match is a step along that long, long road. You’re an opponent I’ll have to beat. So will be whoever I have next week. And whoever I’m up against the week after. And so on…and so on…and so on, ad nauseam, because unfortunately the message never really seems to change.”
“The reason it never changes is that no matter how hard I try, I’ll always have people like you blowing me off. Wait, no. That’s not true. There’ll come the day when you don’t GET to ignore me anymore. That day is today. That time is now. And when you look up at the ceiling and see nothing but the bright lights and a flying shape blotting them out before he crushes the wind out of your lungs, you’ll know who handed you your ass. You’ll know my name. You’ll know my face. And, so this doesn’t come off as just me bragging, I’ve got one last piece of advice: don’t blink. You WILL miss something.”[/i]
Open on Caleb sitting on a bench in the graveyard where the funeral was held for Laura Smith. He looks very out of place in a suit, and his somber expression is an unfamiliar one for the Master of Gravity to be wearing. Even the relatively pleasant Miami weather can do nothing to alter the fact that this is a grim day for all involved. Tiffany Jones walks out of the church after a few minutes, seeing him and walking over to sit next to him. She takes his hand, which seems to jolt him out of his reverie. She looks at him with a concerned expression, but he continues to stare downward.
”Caleb, what’s wrong?”
He sighs, looking up finally, only to stare off into the distance. Suddenly, he looks far older than he is, as if a great weight has settled onto his shoulders. Emotion shoots through his voice, an almost noncommensurate amount of grief pouring from every word.
”It’s just taking me back to…to Dad…funerals never really…I never went to funerals, because I always felt weird at them. I wasn’t ever sure what to do…I didn’t know Laura enough to be comfortable staying inside, so…”
She nods, managing a soft smile for Caleb. He looks over to her, smiling back at her, and scoots closer, keeping their hands clasped together. He opens his mouth to say something, but sighs again, shaking his head before speaking.
”It’s not fair. I mean, I know life isn’t fair. God knows I know that. But…this…it just feels so wrong. Like, of all people…some drunk bastard took her from the people she loved and they’ll never have any damn repercussions. It’s unjust, and it…I can’t get worked up over it. I’ll say something or do something stupid, and this isn’t the time for any of that crap.”
Tiffany nods at this, biting her lower lip. Caleb finally looks over, and as their eyes meet he suddenly gets an impression of how much of a toll it’s taking on everyone, not just him. A wave of guilt washes over him for wallowing in his own emotions, almost pitying himself more than he’s mourning the one who’s been lost. He manages to smile at her, standing up. She stands with him, and Caleb takes her other hand in his, looking down into her eyes for a moment. She whispers up at him.
”What’re you thinking now?”
He smiles softly, whispering back to her.
”How lucky we are…and how thankful I am.”
She blushes a bit, and Caleb leans in, kissing her. She kisses back for a moment, and they pull back just enough to hold each other. Tiffany rests her head on Caleb’s chest, feeling his heart beat against his ribcage, and he closes his eyes, silently thankful that they were lucky enough to still have each other. After a few more seconds, he looks down at her, glancing back at the church as he speaks.
”We should probably get back inside, they might be making plans and we don’t want to be left behind.”
Tiffany nods. The couple turn and walk back into the church, hands firmly clasped together. The last shot we have is of them from the back, walking inside to join the mass of those paying their respects once more. The sun shines down outside the church, and somehow it seems just a little bit brighter than before as we fade to black.