Post by xcaliber on Dec 17, 2006 8:49:51 GMT -5
The scene opens up to X-Caliber standing in his personal training room in his mansion. He walks over to the weights and gives them a glance over his shoulder before the doorbell rings. After a brief moment X-Caliber goes to answer the door nearby. X-Caliber opens the door and its Sylas Styles walking in with a couple ladies around his arms. He greets X at the door and introduces his friends. They then take off as you can hear X-Caliber tell them he'll be with them in a few minutes. He turns back towards the camera crew.
X-Caliber: WHAT IS THIS?? Goat fucking, male prostitution, suspected money laundering, is this the PRESTIGE that the OCW Heavyweight Championship goes by?
X-Caliber can't help to let off a smirk at the thought. His gesture quickly turns to disgust as he begins shaking his head left to right slowly before beginning to speak.[/color]
X-Caliber: X-Caliber represents something that every superstar here in OCW lacks ... charmisa, talent, professionalism, and the list goes on. A world class act amongst a sea of rejected horror movie freaks, alcoholic champions, and the infamous boy in a goat suit ... which honestly just gives me the chills.
X-Caliber lets off a cheap acting chill almost to make a mockery of the individuals situation. He continues.
X-Caliber: But nevertheless, The Chosen One stands tall. Not afraid of backing down from any galoot from Cryptkeeper[/color], all the way to down to the lowly Jame Bowen. Not afraid of Chupa, even if he is one ugly luchador.
X-Caliber pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and flips it open. He begins shoveling through something before a thought pops into his head. He thinks of the World Champion while shifting through the money in his wallet.[/i]
X-Caliber: Buying yourself victories? Is that what it takes in order to guarentee a victory. Or is it that you just don't have enough faith in your talent to go toe to toe? Nevertheless, I notice Vince Taylor[/color] has gotten himself into quite the pickle of a situation. But there was one thing that caught my eye through the smoke screen ... the man that likes to call himself ... "The Rage". Well, I hate to burst your bubble man, but the only rage around here is the one you'll see if you try and sneak in on a rematch that I DESERVE! I suggest you just stay hidden like you normally do, tailoring up your puppets fetish costumes, otherwise things could turn real ugly, real fast, for you. You think because you forfiet championships, you automatically deserve a chance at one. Haha, don't make me laugh, you're back at the bottom rung of that ladder and need to climb back up. Unlike me, I've already climbed towards the top, only to be screwed out of the next step because of someones bank account. That is why if anyone deserves another shot ... ITS ME!
X-Caliber points to himself as he finished the last sentence. He turns his back to the camera looking up at this painting on his wall of himself at a younger age when he debuted in a square circle. He turns back and begins to speak again.
X-Caliber: But onto a more intriguing turn in the plot, Vince Taylor, seems to have forgotten about the man that holds an equal amount of pinfalls over him. ME! After he "paid" for me to become number one contender he tries to claim that it was talent that got him the victory when the Championship was on the line. But that leaves me with one question, whats to say that you didn't pay off the referee so that you WOULD win? Huh?! After reviewing the footage of that match, that final pinfall was a bit QUICK, you could ask anyone that saw the match. I'm not gunna complain but I will make a honest threat. You are still a marked man, and if you think you can even buy yourself safety from me, you'd better think again. Not even you will be able to afford that. X-Caliber is a man on a mission, I'm still on track and the only reason I'm slipping behind the radar is because I hit a little speed bump in the road.
X-Caliber pauses briefly and shrugs his shoulders up with a questioned look on his face as he asks the next sentence.
X-Caliber: That speed bump? ... Chupa's head of course! I'm gunna go into our match playing doctor, and I will knock him so hard that it will fix his mental disabilities. Maybe then he'll be able to use enough common sense to stay out of X-Caliber's business.
X-Caliber starts smashing his fist into the palm of his head. Seemingly getting frustrated. His mood switches back to his normal tone.[/color]
X-Caliber: So Vince, I dont care if I gotta destroy the legendary Rage, or the entire rest of the OCW roster, you have something that someone of my stature really deserves. A man to lead OCW in the proper direction in the new year. A man of real CLASS, a man of real PRESTIGE! But just remember, an "Overdose" always leads to the "Ultimate High" ... chumps ...
X-Caliber begins walking away from the camera as the scene fades to black.
X-Caliber: WHAT IS THIS?? Goat fucking, male prostitution, suspected money laundering, is this the PRESTIGE that the OCW Heavyweight Championship goes by?
X-Caliber can't help to let off a smirk at the thought. His gesture quickly turns to disgust as he begins shaking his head left to right slowly before beginning to speak.[/color]
X-Caliber: X-Caliber represents something that every superstar here in OCW lacks ... charmisa, talent, professionalism, and the list goes on. A world class act amongst a sea of rejected horror movie freaks, alcoholic champions, and the infamous boy in a goat suit ... which honestly just gives me the chills.
X-Caliber lets off a cheap acting chill almost to make a mockery of the individuals situation. He continues.
X-Caliber: But nevertheless, The Chosen One stands tall. Not afraid of backing down from any galoot from Cryptkeeper[/color], all the way to down to the lowly Jame Bowen. Not afraid of Chupa, even if he is one ugly luchador.
X-Caliber pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and flips it open. He begins shoveling through something before a thought pops into his head. He thinks of the World Champion while shifting through the money in his wallet.[/i]
X-Caliber: Buying yourself victories? Is that what it takes in order to guarentee a victory. Or is it that you just don't have enough faith in your talent to go toe to toe? Nevertheless, I notice Vince Taylor[/color] has gotten himself into quite the pickle of a situation. But there was one thing that caught my eye through the smoke screen ... the man that likes to call himself ... "The Rage". Well, I hate to burst your bubble man, but the only rage around here is the one you'll see if you try and sneak in on a rematch that I DESERVE! I suggest you just stay hidden like you normally do, tailoring up your puppets fetish costumes, otherwise things could turn real ugly, real fast, for you. You think because you forfiet championships, you automatically deserve a chance at one. Haha, don't make me laugh, you're back at the bottom rung of that ladder and need to climb back up. Unlike me, I've already climbed towards the top, only to be screwed out of the next step because of someones bank account. That is why if anyone deserves another shot ... ITS ME!
X-Caliber points to himself as he finished the last sentence. He turns his back to the camera looking up at this painting on his wall of himself at a younger age when he debuted in a square circle. He turns back and begins to speak again.
X-Caliber: But onto a more intriguing turn in the plot, Vince Taylor, seems to have forgotten about the man that holds an equal amount of pinfalls over him. ME! After he "paid" for me to become number one contender he tries to claim that it was talent that got him the victory when the Championship was on the line. But that leaves me with one question, whats to say that you didn't pay off the referee so that you WOULD win? Huh?! After reviewing the footage of that match, that final pinfall was a bit QUICK, you could ask anyone that saw the match. I'm not gunna complain but I will make a honest threat. You are still a marked man, and if you think you can even buy yourself safety from me, you'd better think again. Not even you will be able to afford that. X-Caliber is a man on a mission, I'm still on track and the only reason I'm slipping behind the radar is because I hit a little speed bump in the road.
X-Caliber pauses briefly and shrugs his shoulders up with a questioned look on his face as he asks the next sentence.
X-Caliber: That speed bump? ... Chupa's head of course! I'm gunna go into our match playing doctor, and I will knock him so hard that it will fix his mental disabilities. Maybe then he'll be able to use enough common sense to stay out of X-Caliber's business.
X-Caliber starts smashing his fist into the palm of his head. Seemingly getting frustrated. His mood switches back to his normal tone.[/color]
X-Caliber: So Vince, I dont care if I gotta destroy the legendary Rage, or the entire rest of the OCW roster, you have something that someone of my stature really deserves. A man to lead OCW in the proper direction in the new year. A man of real CLASS, a man of real PRESTIGE! But just remember, an "Overdose" always leads to the "Ultimate High" ... chumps ...
X-Caliber begins walking away from the camera as the scene fades to black.