Post by Caleb Lockwood on Feb 3, 2013 4:48:15 GMT -6
”Talk about big matches. On the one side, you have Caleb Lockwood. The fresh-faced, fast-talking, hard-hitting high-flying future of NCW. And on the other side, you have a legend of NCW and the industry as a whole. The man whose very name makes panties drop around the world. My mentor’s former tag partner, multiple-time World Champion…Steve mothereffing Awesome. Holy crap. Biggest singles match of my career for damn sure, and it’s on pay-per-view for the whole world to see. I’ve gone from wrestling in high school gyms to being across the ring from a living legend.”
“Steve, you know how much of an honor it’ll be to get in the ring with a man like you. I don’t need to fluff your ego any more than it’s been fluffed. You’re the real effing deal, forget what Curtis Kanyon says. But I won’t go down quietly. I know what you’re capable of. What I don’t think you know is what I’m capable of, or if you do know you’re not taking it into account. I know what sort of figure I present: small, your former running buddy’s apprentice…a road bump on the reascension to stardom. But I’ve been a gatekeeper for too many people in my career already, and I won’t let you walk over me.”
“I know I can achieve great things in NCW. All it’s going to take is that one win that gets me on the radar of management. The win that proves that I’m a real impact player. My victory over Nighthawk, sadly, wasn’t that. It was a hell of a match, but I remember their words. Too cerebral, too slow-paced. It wasn’t what the fans wanted out of me. So I’m planning on giving them a full-blown gravity-mastering breathtaking performance, and you’ll be the man I deliver it against. The changing face of the franchise, it’d seem.”
“Now, I wanted to speak with Ace to see if he had any insight into what I could do to beat you. I could barely get the time of day from him. Between this ***damn media circus over the trial regarding Laura—and the less I say about that, the better. I don’t want my life turning into a soap opera—and his match with Andrew Jacobsen, he’s been booked solid all day. I was irritated. Here I am, on the cusp of my biggest match ever, the one that could vindicate every ounce of faith and effort he’s put into me from Day One, and I’m sitting here with a stack of DVDs and nothing from my esteemed mentor. What a crock, eh?”
“But then I realized something. I realized that no matter how much I asked him, what would work for him wouldn’t work for me. We’re fundamentally different wrestlers. And Steve, while you may be quick upstairs, I’m quick everywhere. The ring and the arena are my weapons, and everything I do is an extension of the last and the next. I’m a flowing tapestry of motion and skill, doing to you what you did to the generation before you: cleaning house.”
“I know it sounds egotistical, but I am the next generation of professional wrestler. You don’t have to like it. I know you won’t. As far as you’re concerned, you’re the past, present and future of the big dance. But I’m doing things that you could only have seen in wild dreams when you were training to be a wrestler. I take an angle on a revered style and make it all my own. I’m a true innovator…you? You’re turning into a parody of the great man you once were. And that’s just sad.”
“Steve, family life’s mellowed you. While that may have benefited you as a person, you as a wrestler are leaving something to be desired. Enter a man like me. I can fill the void the people need to be filled with style. I’m a wrestling enigma, a true iconoclast in a world of generics and clones. Steve, there’ve been men before you and there’ll be men after you. Maybe they won’t have quite the same swagger or panache as you, but they’ll definitely owe you royalties, if you know what I mean. Me? Nobody’s crazy or stupid enough to do what I do. That’s what make me so unique: I am truly indispensable.”
“I know I’ll learn quite a bit from even stepping into the ring with you. Part of spatial awareness is being able to relate where you are to another body, and with the speeds I’m moving at sometimes you don’t have the ability or inclination to indicate what kind of move you should do next. You have to go with a mental picture and just trust your instincts. I don’t know if that’s exactly the sort of thing you’ll teach me, but it’s things like that that’ll really expand my figurative horizons.”
“The Ace is my mentor, yeah. But he’s more than that. He’s become a father figure to me. Almost family. And even if he doesn’t have a chance to tell me personally, I know what he’d say. I know all the advice he’d be giving me…well, maybe not all of it…and I would be for damn sure taking it to heart. You two know each other possibly better than any two individuals in the company. He’s The Ace, though…and there’s nothing special about a dime-a-dozen would-be movie star prancing in on a company and making demands. Happens all the time. I hear it’s why people are big advocates of assistants.”
“Steve, I want you to be every inch the legend you claim to be and dozens of women claim to be able to corroborate. I want your name to outstrip anything I could have ever done. I don’t want that pedestal I put you up on all those years ago, when I was just a wet behind the ears rookie and learning to do the things that would make up my life. If I don’t have an ideal, a hero to strive to match or exceed in accomplishment…then there’s really nothing. All that’s there is a broken dream and a man with a smarmy grin on his face.”
“Steve, I want to wish you good luck. Not because I believe you’ll need it, but I know that this match could have unexpected wear and tear on either of us. Strained muscle, sprained ankle, ripped bicep, one misstep and you can be left completely nonfunctional. It doesn’t even have to be catastrophic, either. Sometimes these things happen. We might not have all the data, but it happens. I’m pulling away from the curve this time. I want a legitimate measurement. I want as little human interaction as possible. And I want this as soon as I can. I need to know what the answer from the Big Man Upstairs is before I start trying to play God.”
“So, if you thought I was a blowhard rookie who sure loves to ramble on and on about things, you’re going to have to think again. As you lay there clutching your chest, I want you to vividly remember who I am and what I do. So don’t blink. Don’t even blink. You just might miss something.”[/i]
“Steve, you know how much of an honor it’ll be to get in the ring with a man like you. I don’t need to fluff your ego any more than it’s been fluffed. You’re the real effing deal, forget what Curtis Kanyon says. But I won’t go down quietly. I know what you’re capable of. What I don’t think you know is what I’m capable of, or if you do know you’re not taking it into account. I know what sort of figure I present: small, your former running buddy’s apprentice…a road bump on the reascension to stardom. But I’ve been a gatekeeper for too many people in my career already, and I won’t let you walk over me.”
“I know I can achieve great things in NCW. All it’s going to take is that one win that gets me on the radar of management. The win that proves that I’m a real impact player. My victory over Nighthawk, sadly, wasn’t that. It was a hell of a match, but I remember their words. Too cerebral, too slow-paced. It wasn’t what the fans wanted out of me. So I’m planning on giving them a full-blown gravity-mastering breathtaking performance, and you’ll be the man I deliver it against. The changing face of the franchise, it’d seem.”
“Now, I wanted to speak with Ace to see if he had any insight into what I could do to beat you. I could barely get the time of day from him. Between this ***damn media circus over the trial regarding Laura—and the less I say about that, the better. I don’t want my life turning into a soap opera—and his match with Andrew Jacobsen, he’s been booked solid all day. I was irritated. Here I am, on the cusp of my biggest match ever, the one that could vindicate every ounce of faith and effort he’s put into me from Day One, and I’m sitting here with a stack of DVDs and nothing from my esteemed mentor. What a crock, eh?”
“But then I realized something. I realized that no matter how much I asked him, what would work for him wouldn’t work for me. We’re fundamentally different wrestlers. And Steve, while you may be quick upstairs, I’m quick everywhere. The ring and the arena are my weapons, and everything I do is an extension of the last and the next. I’m a flowing tapestry of motion and skill, doing to you what you did to the generation before you: cleaning house.”
“I know it sounds egotistical, but I am the next generation of professional wrestler. You don’t have to like it. I know you won’t. As far as you’re concerned, you’re the past, present and future of the big dance. But I’m doing things that you could only have seen in wild dreams when you were training to be a wrestler. I take an angle on a revered style and make it all my own. I’m a true innovator…you? You’re turning into a parody of the great man you once were. And that’s just sad.”
“Steve, family life’s mellowed you. While that may have benefited you as a person, you as a wrestler are leaving something to be desired. Enter a man like me. I can fill the void the people need to be filled with style. I’m a wrestling enigma, a true iconoclast in a world of generics and clones. Steve, there’ve been men before you and there’ll be men after you. Maybe they won’t have quite the same swagger or panache as you, but they’ll definitely owe you royalties, if you know what I mean. Me? Nobody’s crazy or stupid enough to do what I do. That’s what make me so unique: I am truly indispensable.”
“I know I’ll learn quite a bit from even stepping into the ring with you. Part of spatial awareness is being able to relate where you are to another body, and with the speeds I’m moving at sometimes you don’t have the ability or inclination to indicate what kind of move you should do next. You have to go with a mental picture and just trust your instincts. I don’t know if that’s exactly the sort of thing you’ll teach me, but it’s things like that that’ll really expand my figurative horizons.”
“The Ace is my mentor, yeah. But he’s more than that. He’s become a father figure to me. Almost family. And even if he doesn’t have a chance to tell me personally, I know what he’d say. I know all the advice he’d be giving me…well, maybe not all of it…and I would be for damn sure taking it to heart. You two know each other possibly better than any two individuals in the company. He’s The Ace, though…and there’s nothing special about a dime-a-dozen would-be movie star prancing in on a company and making demands. Happens all the time. I hear it’s why people are big advocates of assistants.”
“Steve, I want you to be every inch the legend you claim to be and dozens of women claim to be able to corroborate. I want your name to outstrip anything I could have ever done. I don’t want that pedestal I put you up on all those years ago, when I was just a wet behind the ears rookie and learning to do the things that would make up my life. If I don’t have an ideal, a hero to strive to match or exceed in accomplishment…then there’s really nothing. All that’s there is a broken dream and a man with a smarmy grin on his face.”
“Steve, I want to wish you good luck. Not because I believe you’ll need it, but I know that this match could have unexpected wear and tear on either of us. Strained muscle, sprained ankle, ripped bicep, one misstep and you can be left completely nonfunctional. It doesn’t even have to be catastrophic, either. Sometimes these things happen. We might not have all the data, but it happens. I’m pulling away from the curve this time. I want a legitimate measurement. I want as little human interaction as possible. And I want this as soon as I can. I need to know what the answer from the Big Man Upstairs is before I start trying to play God.”
“So, if you thought I was a blowhard rookie who sure loves to ramble on and on about things, you’re going to have to think again. As you lay there clutching your chest, I want you to vividly remember who I am and what I do. So don’t blink. Don’t even blink. You just might miss something.”[/i]