Post by Calvin on Aug 25, 2006 14:08:53 GMT -5
We come into view. The strong, bold smell of fuel fills the air. But this isn’t any ordinary fuel. It’s the smell of diesel fuel. However, this isn’t the only smell that’s noticed. We can also smell a really weak scent that appears to smell horrible. It almost smells like something is rotting. We hear the amazingly loud sounds of machines. But not factory machines. More like the sounds of tractors. This gets us curious. We decide to look around. To our left, a barb wired chain fence that stretches out for hundreds of feet down the side. We glance to out right, to see more fencing, and a small “beware of dog” sign. We finally look straight ahead, to see lots of piles of junk. Crushed up cars, sheet metal, pop cans, and of course, many bangs of garbage are all collected and sorted into the piles here. It should have clued in now that we are in what you could call a junk yard, or a garbage dump in better terms. We hear a quick sound behind us. We quickly look behind, to see two giant gates that are also covered in chains and barb wire. They slowly open up, and make way for a navy blue four by four pick up truck. The truck drives in, and the gates slowly close behind him. The truck drives past us. This forces us to follow it. We end up looking forward for a second time. The truck stops, and is turned off. The door of the truck opens, and out steps Calvin Lee. He gets out, and closes the door. He looks out at all the rubbish that is in this dump. Out in the distance, you can see the tractor that was heard earlier dumping a bucket load of trash into the pile that it’s meant to be in. Calvin Lee watches it for a second. He then speaks in a clear, loud voice as he tries to speak over the sounds of the tractor.
Calvin Lee: Here we are, me and my truck. I decided to pop by this garbage dump to drop off something, but more importantly, to explain something to you all. You see, for about a month or two, there have been a couple people I’ve noticed in the WFWF. I have been watching everyone and everything I can. It’s all really interesting and all, but only two people have caught my eye. One of these two is Ham Shank Champion Obo. There are a couple reasons I have been watching this kid. For one, he’s holding the very title I am competing for come Suberbrawl. And for two, he’s a rather interesting fellow. He reminds me of a guy I used to know. This guy was a friend of mine back in high school. He thought he was all big, and deserved better then what he had. He put all his friends down, including me. Hell, he’s brag about how good he was, or how good he thought he was. The truth was, he wasn’t really good at all. He wasn’t good at sports, he wasn’t good at school, and more importantly, he wasn’t a good friend. He is now all alone at his home, probably doing stuff I’d rather not think about. Why do I bring this up Obo? Because you remind me of him. You almost are exactly like him, except you are not my friend. However, you do think you are better then everyone out there. You think you can walk out there, being all gory. Not to mention you call yourself a king. You think you deserve better then what you have, because you seem to think you know how owners are suppose to run a wrestling federation. And you seem to put a lot of people down with your disrespectfulness towards the Ham Shank title. The only difference I can find between you and my friend, is you are not my friend. Come to think about it, you are like him now, because that guy isn’t my friend anymore either. I couldn’t take his ego. I got so mad at him, I finally told him the truth. I told him exactly what was wrong with what he was telling everyone. He was creating a big lie and was telling it to the world. And finally, I told him exactly what problems his lies were creating.
Calvin Lee stops for a second. He walks to the back of his truck, to see a motorcycle. It looks damaged, as if someone smashed it up with a hammer. It looks highly familiar however, maybe it was seen before. Calvin Lee walks up, and opens the tail gate. He pulls out the trashed motor cycle, and lets it drop off the tail gate, and onto the ground. Calvin Lee closes the tail gate. He looks over again.
Calvin Lee: As I was saying, Obo, I have decided I will do you the same favour I did to my old friend. I am going to tell you the truth. I am going to explain to you the problems you are creating for yourself. You say you have a dark demented soul. Hey obo, if you are so dark, then I guess you also talk to the ghost and ghouls of the night don’t you? The truth is Obo, your soul can’t be demented. You mould your soul the way you want to mould it, or that’s what I believe. To me, your soul isn’t demented at all. It’s only just been moulded into the most generic gimmick I have ever seen. Oh, and by the way Obo, tell those demonic ghouls I say hi. You are nothing but a want-a-be hobo who can’t make it in the WFWF, so you decided to turn “dark” and trust no one. Obo, when you trust no one, how do you expect to keep a title? You can’t trust the owners? How do you get respect from them, to get that final push that everyone in this place would truly love? You make no sense to me Obo. All I can see from you is a punk who thinks he’s all cool because he says he trusts no one and is dark. You disrespected the Ham Shank title, you disrespected the owners, and you have disrespected me. I am going to show you the truth Obo. I am going to free you from the lies that you have everyone believing. You are not good at anything. You defiantly don’t deserve anything but to be sent back to the streets that you came from. And most of all, you are NOT the Kind of Gore. Why else would I have decided to make this title match in a steel cage Obo? I want to prove to you, show you just what hardcore is. You say you’ll put your body through anything, well, lets see if you can go through what I have planned for you. I’ve been through a lot too Obo. I could list them all, but it’s easier to say I’ve probably been through more pain then you have. I have been a champion before. Not in the WFWF of course, but that will soon change. I know what pain really is, and you haven’t felt pain. Not just yet at least. Once I beat you at SuperBrawl, you will know the truth. You will realize that you are not as good as you say you are. You can finally escape the lies you have created for everyone to hear. I really hope you learn after we face that Calvin Lee is not anyone to mess with. Obo, we shall have a hard violent match. It’s in a steel cage, something I have been in before, and know the ways out. I could easily escape through the top, but I would rather send you through the hellish pain you rightfully deserve. It’s time Obo, we will meet. After I finish you off, I can finally add the WFWF as one of the many places I have owned a championship title. See you there Obo, you prepare to start showing honestly towards the world.
Calvin Lee walks up to the door of his truck, and steps in. He starts it, and drives forward, and around the ruined motor cycle he left. He drives through the gates which have been reopened for him, and as the gates slowly close, he drives away into the distance.
Calvin Lee: Here we are, me and my truck. I decided to pop by this garbage dump to drop off something, but more importantly, to explain something to you all. You see, for about a month or two, there have been a couple people I’ve noticed in the WFWF. I have been watching everyone and everything I can. It’s all really interesting and all, but only two people have caught my eye. One of these two is Ham Shank Champion Obo. There are a couple reasons I have been watching this kid. For one, he’s holding the very title I am competing for come Suberbrawl. And for two, he’s a rather interesting fellow. He reminds me of a guy I used to know. This guy was a friend of mine back in high school. He thought he was all big, and deserved better then what he had. He put all his friends down, including me. Hell, he’s brag about how good he was, or how good he thought he was. The truth was, he wasn’t really good at all. He wasn’t good at sports, he wasn’t good at school, and more importantly, he wasn’t a good friend. He is now all alone at his home, probably doing stuff I’d rather not think about. Why do I bring this up Obo? Because you remind me of him. You almost are exactly like him, except you are not my friend. However, you do think you are better then everyone out there. You think you can walk out there, being all gory. Not to mention you call yourself a king. You think you deserve better then what you have, because you seem to think you know how owners are suppose to run a wrestling federation. And you seem to put a lot of people down with your disrespectfulness towards the Ham Shank title. The only difference I can find between you and my friend, is you are not my friend. Come to think about it, you are like him now, because that guy isn’t my friend anymore either. I couldn’t take his ego. I got so mad at him, I finally told him the truth. I told him exactly what was wrong with what he was telling everyone. He was creating a big lie and was telling it to the world. And finally, I told him exactly what problems his lies were creating.
Calvin Lee stops for a second. He walks to the back of his truck, to see a motorcycle. It looks damaged, as if someone smashed it up with a hammer. It looks highly familiar however, maybe it was seen before. Calvin Lee walks up, and opens the tail gate. He pulls out the trashed motor cycle, and lets it drop off the tail gate, and onto the ground. Calvin Lee closes the tail gate. He looks over again.
Calvin Lee: As I was saying, Obo, I have decided I will do you the same favour I did to my old friend. I am going to tell you the truth. I am going to explain to you the problems you are creating for yourself. You say you have a dark demented soul. Hey obo, if you are so dark, then I guess you also talk to the ghost and ghouls of the night don’t you? The truth is Obo, your soul can’t be demented. You mould your soul the way you want to mould it, or that’s what I believe. To me, your soul isn’t demented at all. It’s only just been moulded into the most generic gimmick I have ever seen. Oh, and by the way Obo, tell those demonic ghouls I say hi. You are nothing but a want-a-be hobo who can’t make it in the WFWF, so you decided to turn “dark” and trust no one. Obo, when you trust no one, how do you expect to keep a title? You can’t trust the owners? How do you get respect from them, to get that final push that everyone in this place would truly love? You make no sense to me Obo. All I can see from you is a punk who thinks he’s all cool because he says he trusts no one and is dark. You disrespected the Ham Shank title, you disrespected the owners, and you have disrespected me. I am going to show you the truth Obo. I am going to free you from the lies that you have everyone believing. You are not good at anything. You defiantly don’t deserve anything but to be sent back to the streets that you came from. And most of all, you are NOT the Kind of Gore. Why else would I have decided to make this title match in a steel cage Obo? I want to prove to you, show you just what hardcore is. You say you’ll put your body through anything, well, lets see if you can go through what I have planned for you. I’ve been through a lot too Obo. I could list them all, but it’s easier to say I’ve probably been through more pain then you have. I have been a champion before. Not in the WFWF of course, but that will soon change. I know what pain really is, and you haven’t felt pain. Not just yet at least. Once I beat you at SuperBrawl, you will know the truth. You will realize that you are not as good as you say you are. You can finally escape the lies you have created for everyone to hear. I really hope you learn after we face that Calvin Lee is not anyone to mess with. Obo, we shall have a hard violent match. It’s in a steel cage, something I have been in before, and know the ways out. I could easily escape through the top, but I would rather send you through the hellish pain you rightfully deserve. It’s time Obo, we will meet. After I finish you off, I can finally add the WFWF as one of the many places I have owned a championship title. See you there Obo, you prepare to start showing honestly towards the world.
Calvin Lee walks up to the door of his truck, and steps in. He starts it, and drives forward, and around the ruined motor cycle he left. He drives through the gates which have been reopened for him, and as the gates slowly close, he drives away into the distance.
