Post by Calvin on Jul 28, 2007 22:23:52 GMT -5
“Third Times a Charm”
They say that if you lose one match it could be bad luck. They say if you lose a second, that either the bad luck is continuing, or you just plain out don’t have it. But what do they say when you lose three in a row? I truly don’t want to know the answer to that.
Getting right in his face, the referee and Castle engage in a vocal confrontation as EBR rolls to the outside of the ring, which goes unseen by the ref and for the moment, Castle. EBR grabs a chair as Luther attempts to approach him, but the referee gets in his way, still administrating him about his interference. This gives EBR the split second he needed, immediately jumping over the referee and smacking Castle in the head with the steel chair!! The crowd cheers as Castle collapses on the outside.
EBR slides back into the ring, meeting the now standing Calvin Lee. Calvin kicks EBR in the gut and attempts his patented Wrist Clutch Burning Hammer, but EBR slides out from the back. In retaliation, EBR lifts Calvin into a Torture Rack, before dropping him on his head with a Piledriver! The S.O.S! EBR hooks Calvin’s leg as the ref counts. 1…2…3!!!
I remember this as it was yesterday. The open challenge. The one that really counted. The one match I needed to win. I remember the second I hit Luther with that steel chair that it was all over. I lost all confidence. I just didn’t care after that. I gave up. And EBR lifted me up onto his shoulders, and slammed me down. I really don’t remember much after that. Just the thought of losing that match makes me not want to show up this week. But I have to. I have to redeem myself. Show him what Calvin Lee is made of. Show him that I don’t suck. Show him that I am great. That I am Calvin Lee, the Next One.
The sound of birds chirping surround the area. The calm windy breeze blows throughout the grassy fields that stretch out all around. Bright green fields of grass spread from left to right, and even behind. The smell of wood, and the slight smell of sap gives the evidence that there is a tree in the area. A maple tree to be more specific. The silence is more or so eerie. There is nothing to be seen for miles out in the distance. The voice of Calvin Lee starts to be heard from somewhere. But he can’t be seen.
Calvin Lee: I don’t get it. I clearly lost at Forever Unscarred. I didn’t stand any chance. EBR beat me so easily, and yet I am getting a rematch. Why am I getting this match? I don’t even want it. I don’t deserve it. I suck. I can’t even beat Thunder, or even house show wrestlers, as everyone saw last week. I don’t get why I am getting this match. This mach serves no purpose. Everyone knows that I am going to lose. They all know it. There is no way Calvin Lee will win. There is probably just one person in this world who is thinking that Calvin Lee will win. And that’s only because he’s my partner. Soon he’ll see it too though. Calvin Lee sucks.
The voice is starting to become clear. It seems to be coming from a tree. It must be the maple tree. It’s the only tree around. Calvin Lee is in the tree, but why is he up there? He must be hiding. Or something.
Calvin Lee: Maybe I won’t even show up. I already know I’ll lose, so what is the meaning to even fight. Fight to lose and be humiliated again, or not show up, and be known as a coward. I am not sure which is worse. Maybe I’ll just hide in this tree until the match is over. I’d rather be known as the man who runs from his problems rather then the man who can’t win anything. But then again, I have to meet up with Luther later, so we can like, plan out this week’s part of the plan to attempt to win the tag titles. We’ll probably lose. Because of me. When will I ever get things right.
Calvin Lee lowers his head in shame as the scene slowly fades away.
I remember that day. Losing week in and week out. I was a loser. I had nothing going right. Not a single win against someone that counts. All I was beating is house show wrestlers. Not much of an accomplishment. I also remember the match I had following that day against EBR. Boy did I look like shit that day. [/color]
Eyeing an opportunity, EBR jumps off the top rope, attempting a Flying Clothesline, but Calvin drops to his knee, causing EBR’s arm to crash off it! EBR wonders around the ring clutching at his injured body part, giving Calvin ample opportunity to kick him in the gut before trying for his desperation Stunner. However, before he can connect EBR is able to grab Calvin’s arm and jerk him towards him, before proving white men CAN jump as he vaults up applies the One Blood (Triangle Choke)! It only takes seconds before Calvin is brought down to the mat. After being in the hold for approximately thirty seconds, the referee realizes Calvin is already unconscious and calls the bell.
Your Winner by Submission, EBR
I got choked out. I couldn’t get anything going for me. I lost everything in that match. It made me 0 for 2 against EBR. I still don’t get why I put against him when I didn’t really want to face him again. I wasn’t ready for EBR yet. I still believe it was CBT’s doing to make me look bad again. That put me in a really deep hole that I’m still trying to get myself out of. I will never be fully out until I pin EBR down on the mat, for the one, two, three.
A rather cloudy day out as appears that storm clouds are coming into the area. Big, grey, poofy, and ready to erupt of water all over the area. The wind is calm, which as most know is the warning that something big is going to happen soon. A slight updraft noticed with the help of the nearest trees to the left. The whistling echoes all around. The path that leads to the road just about thirty meters out is concrete. Behind is well, a house. But that’s not important. What’s important is the cement that is all around the area in front of the front door. Yes. The porch. There, Calvin Lee, and Luther Castle are sitting on lawn chairs, looking out at the scenery of storm clouds. Calvin Lee, with a beer in hand, looks over at Luther and starts to speak.
Calvin Lee: The big match is coming up. Lets just hope doesn’t’ repeat itself. I still cant’ believe YUKIO of all people beat me.
Luther Castle: You mean Mr. King of House Shows?
Calvin Lee: Yeah..But it’s ok. I really wasn’t too interested in that title anyways. I think once again, CBT just put me in that match to make me look bad. And by that I mean he’s probably has good friends in low places.
Luther Castle: You mean Yukio? He does have history of having those kinda of friendships.
Calvin Lee: Well probably, but I meant the referee.
Luther Castle: Ohh, I see your point.
Calvin Lee: And it probably wouldn’t surprise me if he did it again this week. He is the owner you know. He basically do what he wants. Fast counts, no rope breaks for us. Hell, no disqualifications for EBR and CBT. They could do whatever they want to make us be the losers and them the winners.
Luther Castle: You know, we could always even the score.
Calvin Lee: Nah, I don’t want to stoop to CBT’s extremely low unsportsmanship ways. I’d rather just pin him to the floor. That would feel good. Some revenge for all the pain he’s put me through.
Luther Castle: Who knows, maybe you’ll knock some sense into him. Or better, you’ll kill that brain of his. I still wish I could just pound him though. It’d feel so good.
Calvin Lee: Well, other then his cheap ways to win, CBT’s not really well, that good. Some say he’s as bad as Yukio.
Luther Castle: There are people worse then Yukio?
Calvin Lee: Apparently. I have no idea how he’s won not on the that tag titles, but also the international title.
Luther Castle: You’re not thinking..
Calvin Lee: I think there’s a catch to this all. If I were Obo I’d watch my back. CBT will be knocking on his door really soon.
Luther Castle: The funny part is that he’s owner, and he lost his title to Josh Dean of all people, who’s seem to have disappeared now. Why wouldn’t he rig THAT match rather then your match against Yukio.
Calvin Lee: Because he’s dumb.
Luther Castle: Touché.
Calvin Lee: And he hates me. Probably because I’m better then he is. He’s jealous. He doesn’t want me to climb to the top so he books me against house show wrestlers week in and week out.
Luther Castle: And not to sound well gay, but you look a LOT better then he does.
Calvin Lee: He’s jealous of me. CBT is jealous of Calvin Lee. CBT wanted in the Anointed. He’s pissed that one, he never got in. And two, we all made fun of him and the Rev and they tried to rip the Anointed. He’s always had it in for me since he became owner. Kinda pathetic isn’t it?
Luther Castle: And he calls you emo.
Calvin Lee: No that’s Obo.
Luther Castle: The suicidal freak who loves the feel of pain?
Calvin Lee: Pretty much.
Luther Castle: Well, the best part of it all is well, CBT sucks balls. He’s nothing. EBR is my real worry.
Calvin Lee: EBR’s a man. I trust that he will do the exact same thing he did with Yukio Blaze. He won’t interfere. I’m pretty sure he hates CBT too. Infact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he walked up the ramp and left CBT alone to be destroyed.
Luther Castle: If EBR’s gonna be a man, I guess we should too. I won’t interfere unless someone touches me. Although I really, really want to take out CBT. He’ll feel my wrath.
Calvin Lee: We’ll beat CBT. EBR, it’ll be a challenge. If we beat him, it won’t be the same as one on one with him and me. I will someday beat EBR one on one. It’s my main goal. To beat EBR.
Luther Castle: Well man I hate to cut you short here but I gotta go do some boxing autographs or something like that. See you tomorrow?
Calvin Lee: Oh don’t worry I’ll be there. Gotta train hard for EBR. Cya man.
Luther Castle: Later.
The two do the traditional hand shake, and Luther walks up the pathway. Calvin Lee lays his lawn chair back and looks up at the clouds.
EBR. EBR. EBR. This match means nothing to me. This won’t count. Whether I win or lose this match I still want you some day, one on one. It could be next week. Next month. Hell, next year. I still want you one on one someday. I want to prove to you who I am. If that means I have to wait and climb to the tops until you think I’m worthy enough to fight you, I will. Just one victory would be the icing on the cake. And no matter how many times I lose, I will still come back. I know I can beat you. I can feel it in my heart. I know I can win. You’re good. Really good. I realize it now. You probably could crush anyone here. You’d easily win the heavyweight title. Why you don’t just dump CBT and go for it I have no idea. I guess only you know the true answer.
CBT. The owner of the WFWF. Or well, co-owner. You’ve wont match after match. Title after title. Well, I kinda think you cheated to get everything you have, but there’s not much anyone can really do now is there? You’re a hypocrite. Nothing more, nothing less. You use your powers to get what you want. I can’t wait to get my hands on you. I’ve hated you since day one. You week in and week out put me against house show wrestlers. And when I go and ask you whats up, all you ever say is “you have talent, you just need a push in the right direction.” I think you’re afraid CBT Afraid that I’ll steal your spot light. Afraid I’ll be the one with the word title before you. Well CBT, you should fear me. I will win the world title after you. Why? Its simple. I just am better then you. You may have won titles, but the only reason I haven’t won titles is anytime I get a chance something happens. Ham shank title I was beaten before the match. World title tourney, the only legit loss I had. And then just last week, I was cheated out of a win. This week, the only thing stopping me from winning the tag titles is EBR. But you CBT, will not be able to stop me. If EBR goes down, you’re in trouble. I’m taking all my rage out on your CBT. It’s going to be all over for you. Your reign is about to be over. You’re Mine.
They say that if you lose one match it could be bad luck. They say if you lose a second, that either the bad luck is continuing, or you just plain out don’t have it. But what do they say when you lose three in a row? I truly don’t want to know the answer to that.
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Getting right in his face, the referee and Castle engage in a vocal confrontation as EBR rolls to the outside of the ring, which goes unseen by the ref and for the moment, Castle. EBR grabs a chair as Luther attempts to approach him, but the referee gets in his way, still administrating him about his interference. This gives EBR the split second he needed, immediately jumping over the referee and smacking Castle in the head with the steel chair!! The crowd cheers as Castle collapses on the outside.
EBR slides back into the ring, meeting the now standing Calvin Lee. Calvin kicks EBR in the gut and attempts his patented Wrist Clutch Burning Hammer, but EBR slides out from the back. In retaliation, EBR lifts Calvin into a Torture Rack, before dropping him on his head with a Piledriver! The S.O.S! EBR hooks Calvin’s leg as the ref counts. 1…2…3!!!
I remember this as it was yesterday. The open challenge. The one that really counted. The one match I needed to win. I remember the second I hit Luther with that steel chair that it was all over. I lost all confidence. I just didn’t care after that. I gave up. And EBR lifted me up onto his shoulders, and slammed me down. I really don’t remember much after that. Just the thought of losing that match makes me not want to show up this week. But I have to. I have to redeem myself. Show him what Calvin Lee is made of. Show him that I don’t suck. Show him that I am great. That I am Calvin Lee, the Next One.
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The sound of birds chirping surround the area. The calm windy breeze blows throughout the grassy fields that stretch out all around. Bright green fields of grass spread from left to right, and even behind. The smell of wood, and the slight smell of sap gives the evidence that there is a tree in the area. A maple tree to be more specific. The silence is more or so eerie. There is nothing to be seen for miles out in the distance. The voice of Calvin Lee starts to be heard from somewhere. But he can’t be seen.
Calvin Lee: I don’t get it. I clearly lost at Forever Unscarred. I didn’t stand any chance. EBR beat me so easily, and yet I am getting a rematch. Why am I getting this match? I don’t even want it. I don’t deserve it. I suck. I can’t even beat Thunder, or even house show wrestlers, as everyone saw last week. I don’t get why I am getting this match. This mach serves no purpose. Everyone knows that I am going to lose. They all know it. There is no way Calvin Lee will win. There is probably just one person in this world who is thinking that Calvin Lee will win. And that’s only because he’s my partner. Soon he’ll see it too though. Calvin Lee sucks.
The voice is starting to become clear. It seems to be coming from a tree. It must be the maple tree. It’s the only tree around. Calvin Lee is in the tree, but why is he up there? He must be hiding. Or something.
Calvin Lee: Maybe I won’t even show up. I already know I’ll lose, so what is the meaning to even fight. Fight to lose and be humiliated again, or not show up, and be known as a coward. I am not sure which is worse. Maybe I’ll just hide in this tree until the match is over. I’d rather be known as the man who runs from his problems rather then the man who can’t win anything. But then again, I have to meet up with Luther later, so we can like, plan out this week’s part of the plan to attempt to win the tag titles. We’ll probably lose. Because of me. When will I ever get things right.
Calvin Lee lowers his head in shame as the scene slowly fades away.
I remember that day. Losing week in and week out. I was a loser. I had nothing going right. Not a single win against someone that counts. All I was beating is house show wrestlers. Not much of an accomplishment. I also remember the match I had following that day against EBR. Boy did I look like shit that day. [/color]
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Eyeing an opportunity, EBR jumps off the top rope, attempting a Flying Clothesline, but Calvin drops to his knee, causing EBR’s arm to crash off it! EBR wonders around the ring clutching at his injured body part, giving Calvin ample opportunity to kick him in the gut before trying for his desperation Stunner. However, before he can connect EBR is able to grab Calvin’s arm and jerk him towards him, before proving white men CAN jump as he vaults up applies the One Blood (Triangle Choke)! It only takes seconds before Calvin is brought down to the mat. After being in the hold for approximately thirty seconds, the referee realizes Calvin is already unconscious and calls the bell.
Your Winner by Submission, EBR
I got choked out. I couldn’t get anything going for me. I lost everything in that match. It made me 0 for 2 against EBR. I still don’t get why I put against him when I didn’t really want to face him again. I wasn’t ready for EBR yet. I still believe it was CBT’s doing to make me look bad again. That put me in a really deep hole that I’m still trying to get myself out of. I will never be fully out until I pin EBR down on the mat, for the one, two, three.
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A rather cloudy day out as appears that storm clouds are coming into the area. Big, grey, poofy, and ready to erupt of water all over the area. The wind is calm, which as most know is the warning that something big is going to happen soon. A slight updraft noticed with the help of the nearest trees to the left. The whistling echoes all around. The path that leads to the road just about thirty meters out is concrete. Behind is well, a house. But that’s not important. What’s important is the cement that is all around the area in front of the front door. Yes. The porch. There, Calvin Lee, and Luther Castle are sitting on lawn chairs, looking out at the scenery of storm clouds. Calvin Lee, with a beer in hand, looks over at Luther and starts to speak.
Calvin Lee: The big match is coming up. Lets just hope doesn’t’ repeat itself. I still cant’ believe YUKIO of all people beat me.
Luther Castle: You mean Mr. King of House Shows?
Calvin Lee: Yeah..But it’s ok. I really wasn’t too interested in that title anyways. I think once again, CBT just put me in that match to make me look bad. And by that I mean he’s probably has good friends in low places.
Luther Castle: You mean Yukio? He does have history of having those kinda of friendships.
Calvin Lee: Well probably, but I meant the referee.
Luther Castle: Ohh, I see your point.
Calvin Lee: And it probably wouldn’t surprise me if he did it again this week. He is the owner you know. He basically do what he wants. Fast counts, no rope breaks for us. Hell, no disqualifications for EBR and CBT. They could do whatever they want to make us be the losers and them the winners.
Luther Castle: You know, we could always even the score.
Calvin Lee: Nah, I don’t want to stoop to CBT’s extremely low unsportsmanship ways. I’d rather just pin him to the floor. That would feel good. Some revenge for all the pain he’s put me through.
Luther Castle: Who knows, maybe you’ll knock some sense into him. Or better, you’ll kill that brain of his. I still wish I could just pound him though. It’d feel so good.
Calvin Lee: Well, other then his cheap ways to win, CBT’s not really well, that good. Some say he’s as bad as Yukio.
Luther Castle: There are people worse then Yukio?
Calvin Lee: Apparently. I have no idea how he’s won not on the that tag titles, but also the international title.
Luther Castle: You’re not thinking..
Calvin Lee: I think there’s a catch to this all. If I were Obo I’d watch my back. CBT will be knocking on his door really soon.
Luther Castle: The funny part is that he’s owner, and he lost his title to Josh Dean of all people, who’s seem to have disappeared now. Why wouldn’t he rig THAT match rather then your match against Yukio.
Calvin Lee: Because he’s dumb.
Luther Castle: Touché.
Calvin Lee: And he hates me. Probably because I’m better then he is. He’s jealous. He doesn’t want me to climb to the top so he books me against house show wrestlers week in and week out.
Luther Castle: And not to sound well gay, but you look a LOT better then he does.
Calvin Lee: He’s jealous of me. CBT is jealous of Calvin Lee. CBT wanted in the Anointed. He’s pissed that one, he never got in. And two, we all made fun of him and the Rev and they tried to rip the Anointed. He’s always had it in for me since he became owner. Kinda pathetic isn’t it?
Luther Castle: And he calls you emo.
Calvin Lee: No that’s Obo.
Luther Castle: The suicidal freak who loves the feel of pain?
Calvin Lee: Pretty much.
Luther Castle: Well, the best part of it all is well, CBT sucks balls. He’s nothing. EBR is my real worry.
Calvin Lee: EBR’s a man. I trust that he will do the exact same thing he did with Yukio Blaze. He won’t interfere. I’m pretty sure he hates CBT too. Infact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he walked up the ramp and left CBT alone to be destroyed.
Luther Castle: If EBR’s gonna be a man, I guess we should too. I won’t interfere unless someone touches me. Although I really, really want to take out CBT. He’ll feel my wrath.
Calvin Lee: We’ll beat CBT. EBR, it’ll be a challenge. If we beat him, it won’t be the same as one on one with him and me. I will someday beat EBR one on one. It’s my main goal. To beat EBR.
Luther Castle: Well man I hate to cut you short here but I gotta go do some boxing autographs or something like that. See you tomorrow?
Calvin Lee: Oh don’t worry I’ll be there. Gotta train hard for EBR. Cya man.
Luther Castle: Later.
The two do the traditional hand shake, and Luther walks up the pathway. Calvin Lee lays his lawn chair back and looks up at the clouds.
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EBR. EBR. EBR. This match means nothing to me. This won’t count. Whether I win or lose this match I still want you some day, one on one. It could be next week. Next month. Hell, next year. I still want you one on one someday. I want to prove to you who I am. If that means I have to wait and climb to the tops until you think I’m worthy enough to fight you, I will. Just one victory would be the icing on the cake. And no matter how many times I lose, I will still come back. I know I can beat you. I can feel it in my heart. I know I can win. You’re good. Really good. I realize it now. You probably could crush anyone here. You’d easily win the heavyweight title. Why you don’t just dump CBT and go for it I have no idea. I guess only you know the true answer.
CBT. The owner of the WFWF. Or well, co-owner. You’ve wont match after match. Title after title. Well, I kinda think you cheated to get everything you have, but there’s not much anyone can really do now is there? You’re a hypocrite. Nothing more, nothing less. You use your powers to get what you want. I can’t wait to get my hands on you. I’ve hated you since day one. You week in and week out put me against house show wrestlers. And when I go and ask you whats up, all you ever say is “you have talent, you just need a push in the right direction.” I think you’re afraid CBT Afraid that I’ll steal your spot light. Afraid I’ll be the one with the word title before you. Well CBT, you should fear me. I will win the world title after you. Why? Its simple. I just am better then you. You may have won titles, but the only reason I haven’t won titles is anytime I get a chance something happens. Ham shank title I was beaten before the match. World title tourney, the only legit loss I had. And then just last week, I was cheated out of a win. This week, the only thing stopping me from winning the tag titles is EBR. But you CBT, will not be able to stop me. If EBR goes down, you’re in trouble. I’m taking all my rage out on your CBT. It’s going to be all over for you. Your reign is about to be over. You’re Mine.
