Post by Caleb Lockwood on Sept 22, 2012 22:54:36 GMT -6
”Well, clearly I’m not doing enough. Clearly, Will Washington handing me my ass means everything I’ve done in my life and my career is null and void, right? Right? That’s the only possible explanation for people still treating me like an utter joke, right? Oh, I wish. I wish I could explain it away as one bad loss. But the truth is, no matter how much I fought and no matter how many times I had performances that left the crowd talking DAYS after the show, I don’t know if I’ll EVER get respected around here.”
“I’ve hitched myself to a man who I thought would show me the ropes. Instead he’s used me as a gofer, belittled me, mocked me incessantly and refused to give me any substantial advice beyond the BLINDINGLY obvious. So here I am, on the webshow. And don’t get me wrong, it’s an honor to even be booked. But I’d rather be on pay-per-view, out there and showing off my talents for millions of people. Nobody ever talks about the webshow…well, they didn’t before. After this week and this match with Philip Burns…they won’t be able to stop talking.”
“Because I don’t care what it takes, I will beat the ever-loving CRAP out of him. Former World Champion? Future Hall of Famer? None of that matters, because I’m determined to send a message. I am a threat to be reckoned with, I am a FORCE to be feared! Oh, laugh all you want now…but when I’ve bent Philip Burns into a twisted heap and he’s submitted to the Royal Flush, you’ll have to realize that I have nowhere to go in my career but up.”
“I really wish I was feeling more talkative today. I wish I had something more witty or intelligent to say, something innovative in order to make myself seem like a truly rounded person…but I never claimed I was rounded. I am good at one thing: I am a wrestler. And moreover, I am a high-flyer par excellence. I am the next step in the evolution of my style. I haven’t reached my apex, though. Unlike Mr. Conway…aw, hell, he’s not listening. He never is. Unlike Ace, I’m still ascending. My star is on the rise, my stock is skyrocketing. And I’ve got a feeling this match will raise my profile even more.”
“Phil, good luck. You’ll need it, I promise. This isn’t the Caleb Lockwood you’re used to. This isn’t the one that rolls over when presented with anyone whose name isn’t Andre Jackson. I aim to endure, to overshadow, and to surpass anyone who’s come before or anyone who’ll come after. It shouldn’t be hard. I’m faster than them, I’m more flexible, and unlike many people in my style, I have flexibility. I have other options if I’m grounded. I have to. Overspecialization is a weakness, one I can’t afford. So Burns, if you think that I can’t do anything without flying? Think again.”
“I’m a hybrid. I’m a true ‘best of both worlds’ scenario. While I do prefer acrobatics, if I’m forced to the mat I’m not hapless. Far from it. When he does get off his ass and actually train me, there isn’t a better technician than Jake Conway. He teaches you holds and counters that the rest of wrestling has forgot. He’s a veritable font of knowledge, and I’m thankful for the days when he decides to invest something into my training. So if you are listening to this, Conway…thank you. Thank you for opening the door to your greatest achievement: me. Oh, not yet. But I promise you…there’s nothing but good things in my future.”
“And as a special aside…Tiffany. I hope you watch this match. I hope you pay careful attention. Because I know you want danger. You want someone who’s unrestrained, someone who’s more than willing to inflict pain for pain’s sake. I said I would do whatever it takes to win you over. If what it takes is inflicting a mountain of misery on Philip Burns’ poor soul…then consider it inflicted. Keep that in mind as you watch…as he bleeds…and as he screams. That what you want? You want me to snap? You want the dark side? I didn’t survive this long on the street without learning to throw away the rules...if you need an object lesson, then just open your eyes. And don’t blink…because you just might miss something.”[/i]
“I’ve hitched myself to a man who I thought would show me the ropes. Instead he’s used me as a gofer, belittled me, mocked me incessantly and refused to give me any substantial advice beyond the BLINDINGLY obvious. So here I am, on the webshow. And don’t get me wrong, it’s an honor to even be booked. But I’d rather be on pay-per-view, out there and showing off my talents for millions of people. Nobody ever talks about the webshow…well, they didn’t before. After this week and this match with Philip Burns…they won’t be able to stop talking.”
“Because I don’t care what it takes, I will beat the ever-loving CRAP out of him. Former World Champion? Future Hall of Famer? None of that matters, because I’m determined to send a message. I am a threat to be reckoned with, I am a FORCE to be feared! Oh, laugh all you want now…but when I’ve bent Philip Burns into a twisted heap and he’s submitted to the Royal Flush, you’ll have to realize that I have nowhere to go in my career but up.”
“I really wish I was feeling more talkative today. I wish I had something more witty or intelligent to say, something innovative in order to make myself seem like a truly rounded person…but I never claimed I was rounded. I am good at one thing: I am a wrestler. And moreover, I am a high-flyer par excellence. I am the next step in the evolution of my style. I haven’t reached my apex, though. Unlike Mr. Conway…aw, hell, he’s not listening. He never is. Unlike Ace, I’m still ascending. My star is on the rise, my stock is skyrocketing. And I’ve got a feeling this match will raise my profile even more.”
“Phil, good luck. You’ll need it, I promise. This isn’t the Caleb Lockwood you’re used to. This isn’t the one that rolls over when presented with anyone whose name isn’t Andre Jackson. I aim to endure, to overshadow, and to surpass anyone who’s come before or anyone who’ll come after. It shouldn’t be hard. I’m faster than them, I’m more flexible, and unlike many people in my style, I have flexibility. I have other options if I’m grounded. I have to. Overspecialization is a weakness, one I can’t afford. So Burns, if you think that I can’t do anything without flying? Think again.”
“I’m a hybrid. I’m a true ‘best of both worlds’ scenario. While I do prefer acrobatics, if I’m forced to the mat I’m not hapless. Far from it. When he does get off his ass and actually train me, there isn’t a better technician than Jake Conway. He teaches you holds and counters that the rest of wrestling has forgot. He’s a veritable font of knowledge, and I’m thankful for the days when he decides to invest something into my training. So if you are listening to this, Conway…thank you. Thank you for opening the door to your greatest achievement: me. Oh, not yet. But I promise you…there’s nothing but good things in my future.”
“And as a special aside…Tiffany. I hope you watch this match. I hope you pay careful attention. Because I know you want danger. You want someone who’s unrestrained, someone who’s more than willing to inflict pain for pain’s sake. I said I would do whatever it takes to win you over. If what it takes is inflicting a mountain of misery on Philip Burns’ poor soul…then consider it inflicted. Keep that in mind as you watch…as he bleeds…and as he screams. That what you want? You want me to snap? You want the dark side? I didn’t survive this long on the street without learning to throw away the rules...if you need an object lesson, then just open your eyes. And don’t blink…because you just might miss something.”[/i]
