Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 4:21:38 GMT -6
“This is the big time eh. They talk about the land of the free, the land of opportunity, the place you can be whatever you wanna be.”
“Bull, you can't be whatever you want. Money talks, and if you don't have jack, your just a bum on the street corner, trying to make a dollar outta fifteen cents.”
“This is the land where power surpasses everything. The land where if you have connections, you rule. Domination is brought by who and what ya know half the time, and for a man who just stepped into the motherland, it might not be the best plan for ya.”
“I have everything I just mentioned. Hell, and some. Plus one key audible that I can call.”
“Skill.”
“Domination in professional wrestling.”
“Omaha Omaha right Peyton.”
“Rook to king Jorge. Game over.”
“Oh, and I have a black card. Screw a Visa son.”
** ** **
[Wallace is seen now posing in the mirror with another lucha mask on. Behind him the door sneaks open, as a chuckle is heard.]
“My God Calib, your as dumb as the last time I remember seeing ya.”
[Calib does a 180 as his former partner/best friend/brother from another mother/homie for you hood fellas, Demetrius Burrell comes in.]
“Ugh. Cooke wasn't lying. I gotta deal with you again.”
[Calib tosses off the mask and quickly grabs the closest set of clothing by him. Not only to cover up, but make his ego try to forget about the embarrasment just brought to him by his former compadre.]
“Do me a favor, and put the masks back on. I still kinda, maybe a little bit, hate your face. To be honest, that was just to funny. Im going to put this on twitter with the hash tag #calibwallacebrokeandstillugly.”
[Calib sits down now, and gives one of those 'poop' don't stink looks.]
“Hey Demetrius, how's Tasha doing. Still want that 'd' from a real man?”
[That was the low blow he had to come up with, shooting on the man's wife.]
“Wasn't too long ago that you tried to get married, and I had to shoot that down with a hammer.”
[Calib thinks at this point he has one upped his former chum.]
“Your funny. To tell you the truth, she is doing good. Your God daughter asks about you all the time, but that doesn't mean anything to your egotistical brain. Im here about business bro, not the crap that happened in the past. Oh, and by the way, your big toe is popping out of your sock. You really need this gig dont you?”
[Calib pulls his right foot under his desk, as a slight slip is heard. He lifts said foot onto his desk now, minus the sock, trying to cover up his newly found misfortune.]
“Cut the crap yourself Demetrius. You've done nothing since PPW closed it's doors. You need me about as much as I need........Damn Finland plays in a few hours. I hope Teemu is healthy.”
[Demetrius closes his eyes almost as if he was hoping Calib would finally give him not only his due that he deserves, but also progress to burying the history they have. He knows the same page means paydays.]
[Stupid Calib.]
“Say hi to Ciana for me. I'd do it myself, but I can't fathom the thought of having to see your family again.”
[Demetrius just shakes his head before taking a seat.]
“Man so you do have a soft side all along.”
[Calib kills off his smirk, showing a bit of emotion, before shutting back down.]
[Demetrius nods, trying to change the subject, knowing that it's like kicking a dead horse at this point.]
“Whats the deal with this place anyway?”
[Calib laughs.]
“It's like a bunch of rednecks, women, and foreigners that think they can play wrestling. Kinda like you did after I saw ya last.”
[Demetrius sighs]
“Wait a minute. I know you and Cooke have had to have some idea that I have been 'working' since PPW. I've done a few indy shows here and there. Yet, there is always two dudes on the dirts that talk crap about my boy St. Louis and my work, like it's a shot at us. Kinda sounds like two guys I know.”
[Calib gives a stern look after that one.]
“Bite my ass. St. Louis is the man. They just hate cause Tampa isn't top being Stamkos is out.”
[Yep, you heard it hear first. Two black dudes who love the Tampa Bay Lightning. If you wanna walk away with your life, and dignity for that matter, don't talk about the Bolts.]
“We will see those punks in June. Cup to Tampa.”
[Calib and Demetrius slap hands in favor of the topic, before Calib pulls back.]
“Whatever man. Look, this company is just starting, and we gotta take over. Cooke knows how good we are, and what will do here. Get your ass to Missouri and let's start this take over. I don't have to like you, but I do need somebody on my back to make sure I take the top spot.”
[Demetrius smiles.]
“Or vise versa. When I win their Title, I might need some help. You gotta get by Jorge Santos first.”
[Calib stands up now at this point. His nostralls flair in anger at this point.]
“Excuse me? You always have played second on the Team Wallace camp. Don't get it twisted. I'm not the main event yet, but dammit I'm gonna make a statement, punking out Santos. Guy thinks this is the land of the free. Free to lay down and count the lights. Wallace doesn't job, he wins.”
[Demetrius gives a smirk, almost as if his job might be complete at this point, getting Calib hyped.]
“Good. Beat this punk, then move onto the main. I'm gonna need somebody to headline the shows with.”
[Calib give a scowl at Demetrius, being he's challenged by a man who he knows could be the best guy in the company if he gets booked.]
“Why wait till I'm Champ Demetrius.”
[Just then the phone rings. Demetrius gets up, turning his back to Calib almost as a slap in the face. After a few works exchanged, he hangs up and smiles.]
“Taxi will be here in twenty. Get your gear together son.”
[Son of a bitch. He got the last word.]
[Fade.]
“Bull, you can't be whatever you want. Money talks, and if you don't have jack, your just a bum on the street corner, trying to make a dollar outta fifteen cents.”
“This is the land where power surpasses everything. The land where if you have connections, you rule. Domination is brought by who and what ya know half the time, and for a man who just stepped into the motherland, it might not be the best plan for ya.”
“I have everything I just mentioned. Hell, and some. Plus one key audible that I can call.”
“Skill.”
“Domination in professional wrestling.”
“Omaha Omaha right Peyton.”
“Rook to king Jorge. Game over.”
“Oh, and I have a black card. Screw a Visa son.”
** ** **
[Wallace is seen now posing in the mirror with another lucha mask on. Behind him the door sneaks open, as a chuckle is heard.]
“My God Calib, your as dumb as the last time I remember seeing ya.”
[Calib does a 180 as his former partner/best friend/brother from another mother/homie for you hood fellas, Demetrius Burrell comes in.]
“Ugh. Cooke wasn't lying. I gotta deal with you again.”
[Calib tosses off the mask and quickly grabs the closest set of clothing by him. Not only to cover up, but make his ego try to forget about the embarrasment just brought to him by his former compadre.]
“Do me a favor, and put the masks back on. I still kinda, maybe a little bit, hate your face. To be honest, that was just to funny. Im going to put this on twitter with the hash tag #calibwallacebrokeandstillugly.”
[Calib sits down now, and gives one of those 'poop' don't stink looks.]
“Hey Demetrius, how's Tasha doing. Still want that 'd' from a real man?”
[That was the low blow he had to come up with, shooting on the man's wife.]
“Wasn't too long ago that you tried to get married, and I had to shoot that down with a hammer.”
[Calib thinks at this point he has one upped his former chum.]
“Your funny. To tell you the truth, she is doing good. Your God daughter asks about you all the time, but that doesn't mean anything to your egotistical brain. Im here about business bro, not the crap that happened in the past. Oh, and by the way, your big toe is popping out of your sock. You really need this gig dont you?”
[Calib pulls his right foot under his desk, as a slight slip is heard. He lifts said foot onto his desk now, minus the sock, trying to cover up his newly found misfortune.]
“Cut the crap yourself Demetrius. You've done nothing since PPW closed it's doors. You need me about as much as I need........Damn Finland plays in a few hours. I hope Teemu is healthy.”
[Demetrius closes his eyes almost as if he was hoping Calib would finally give him not only his due that he deserves, but also progress to burying the history they have. He knows the same page means paydays.]
[Stupid Calib.]
“Say hi to Ciana for me. I'd do it myself, but I can't fathom the thought of having to see your family again.”
[Demetrius just shakes his head before taking a seat.]
“Man so you do have a soft side all along.”
[Calib kills off his smirk, showing a bit of emotion, before shutting back down.]
[Demetrius nods, trying to change the subject, knowing that it's like kicking a dead horse at this point.]
“Whats the deal with this place anyway?”
[Calib laughs.]
“It's like a bunch of rednecks, women, and foreigners that think they can play wrestling. Kinda like you did after I saw ya last.”
[Demetrius sighs]
“Wait a minute. I know you and Cooke have had to have some idea that I have been 'working' since PPW. I've done a few indy shows here and there. Yet, there is always two dudes on the dirts that talk crap about my boy St. Louis and my work, like it's a shot at us. Kinda sounds like two guys I know.”
[Calib gives a stern look after that one.]
“Bite my ass. St. Louis is the man. They just hate cause Tampa isn't top being Stamkos is out.”
[Yep, you heard it hear first. Two black dudes who love the Tampa Bay Lightning. If you wanna walk away with your life, and dignity for that matter, don't talk about the Bolts.]
“We will see those punks in June. Cup to Tampa.”
[Calib and Demetrius slap hands in favor of the topic, before Calib pulls back.]
“Whatever man. Look, this company is just starting, and we gotta take over. Cooke knows how good we are, and what will do here. Get your ass to Missouri and let's start this take over. I don't have to like you, but I do need somebody on my back to make sure I take the top spot.”
[Demetrius smiles.]
“Or vise versa. When I win their Title, I might need some help. You gotta get by Jorge Santos first.”
[Calib stands up now at this point. His nostralls flair in anger at this point.]
“Excuse me? You always have played second on the Team Wallace camp. Don't get it twisted. I'm not the main event yet, but dammit I'm gonna make a statement, punking out Santos. Guy thinks this is the land of the free. Free to lay down and count the lights. Wallace doesn't job, he wins.”
[Demetrius gives a smirk, almost as if his job might be complete at this point, getting Calib hyped.]
“Good. Beat this punk, then move onto the main. I'm gonna need somebody to headline the shows with.”
[Calib give a scowl at Demetrius, being he's challenged by a man who he knows could be the best guy in the company if he gets booked.]
“Why wait till I'm Champ Demetrius.”
[Just then the phone rings. Demetrius gets up, turning his back to Calib almost as a slap in the face. After a few works exchanged, he hangs up and smiles.]
“Taxi will be here in twenty. Get your gear together son.”
[Son of a bitch. He got the last word.]
[Fade.]