Post by Calvin on May 29, 2007 8:53:14 GMT -5
The cool spring breeze blows the trees slightly around, as well as the long grass that grows up to the side of the creek. The creek twists and turns as it flows into the forest that stands right in front. The creek is shallow, with a small bridge of stone to help slow down the speed of the water. Kind of like a dam. That’s on the other side however. Right in the middle of this creek, is a wooden bridge. Not too big of a bridge, just wide enough to fit just one vehicle on it. It’s in ok shape, as it is minorly twisted and turned from the effect of the water rising and falling in the spring and fall. On the bridge is a familiar man. He’s just sitting there, bare feet in the water, looking out at the forest in front of him. He splashes water with his feet, kicking them up to shoot water out in front of him. He then looks up the sky, just wondering to himself.
Why…Why does he always do this to me?
He then looks down at the water in shame. He raises his hand slightly and then makes a fist, and slams it down on the wooden bridge. The sound of the punch echoes around the silent area, and the man sheds a small tear, trying to not think of the pain that his hand just created. His hand turns pinkish, as his hand is obviously starting to bruise up a little from the punch. He then thinks again to himself.
Why does it seem every week I the same thing happens. I get into the ring, face some big time legend, and I end up losing, and never taking advantage of the opportunity that is in front of my eyes. It always happens. I hate every second of it…
Obviously one look at the man, and anyone would realize this is Calvin Lee. The man who lost not once, but twice to EBR. He’s now 0-2 against this man. And both times, he was humiliated.
When will the pain end? When will this humiliation end? When will this torture end? When will it all end? I just want to win one match. Just want to show everyone I can win. But apparently that isn’t going to happen anytime soon. I can’t beat one legend, so I am tossed another one. What makes CBT think that I’ll beat MOD. He’s no worse then EBR. I can’t beat EBR, even with the help of Luther. So what makes me think I’ll beat MOD? Wow, that’s smart. Oh wait, CBT didn’t book this week’s show, Wayne McGurk did. That’s right, Wayne doesn’t know how bad I am. It’s been so long since he’s seen me wrestle. Ever since we fought and surprise surprise, he won that match. I believe Obo was in that match too…Either way, I lost, like usual.
Calvin Lee looks up at the sky. Not too many clouds. Just one or two. They are big clouds however. They don’t really make any shape of anything. They just look like the usual cloud. Big. Puffy. And they hold a light greyish colour.
Finally. Me and Luther get our number one contendership match. But it’s probably too little too late. Since I’ll probably blow it. Like usual. But we’ll see. Maybe I can actually win and give us something. Anything. Heh, who am I kidding. I’ll never be able to accomplish that…Luther will people hate me for that. Oh wait, that’s right. I’m suppose to meet with him soon. I better get going then…
In Calvin Lee’s house now, sitting in his living room. A couch on one side, a chair beside it. And a TV on the other side of the room. The usual look for a living room. There really isn’t much more to say on that. A knock brings Calvin Lee to the front door. He opens it up, and sees Luther at the door.
Calvin Lee: Oh, hey Luther.
What is he doing here so early. He’s not suppose to be here for another twenty minutes…
Luther Castle: Hey man, pumped for next week? I know I am. Finally, a match. Time to kick ass.
You mean lose, which is will probably happen with me…
Calvin Lee: Yeah, sure. Are we just gonna stand here, or do you want to sit down?
Luther Castle: Haha, lets go sit down then. Did you just wake up or something? You look like ****.
I feel like ****…I am ****…
Calvin Lee: No, I’ve been up for a while…
The two walk their way to the living room, and sit down. Luther on the couch, and Calvin on the chair. They continue their conversation.
Luther Castle: So you have MOD this week.
Thanks for reminding me…
Luther Castle: That’s a huge task man. He’s just as good as EBR. And after your two matches against him, MOD’s the perfect man to get luck back on your side. And! We face them at Veni Vidi Vici to get a chance at those tag titles. So this is a huge momentum builder. You know what I’m talking about?
Calvin Lee: Obviously a win here would put the odds on our side.
And a win would also surprise the world. Including me.
Luther Castle: Exactly! And I know you can do it man, we’ve always been able to win these high class matches. All the way back in XWA, we’ve always won. And I know we can do it again. You used to take out legends like they were nothing. Lets get that going again!
I remember those days. Oh what happened to me? Why do I suck so bad now? Oh well…I guess.
Calvin Lee: Lets not forget either, you have Justin Tyme.
Luther Castle: Oh yes, the “Main Event Messiah.” It’s funny because he got beaten by Obo last week, so he couldn’t face CBT. He couldn’t take a small beating from a fake like Obo. He’s not a messiah. Messiah’s would have faced CBT. Injured or not. He doesn’t deserve to be called a Messiah. He’s a poser messiah.
Calvin Lee: Yeah, he does sound like a liar…
Kinda like me. Lying about being so great. How foolish I was.
Luther Castle: Well if he thinks Obo did a number on him, he better be ready for me. Because I am a thousand times bigger, tougher, and more aggressive then Obo is. And he will feel my wrath.
Calvin Lee: You should win no problem.
Luther Castle: Well, I better get going.
Calvin Lee: Leaving so soon?
Luther Castle: Yeah, gotta get myself ready for Tyme. I want to be in my best shape so I can kick his ass royally.
Calvin Lee: Oh good. Well you enjoy that. Bye…
Luther Castle: Hmmm, no hand shake? Something wrong?
Obviously…
Calvin Lee: No, nothing…
Luther Castle: You sure?
Well, Other then the fact that I suck, no.
Calvin Lee: Yes, nothing is wrong. You go workout. I have things I need to do myself.
Like Drink. That always makes things better…
Luther Castle: Ok man, I’ll talk to you later.
Luther gets up, and offers to shake Calvin Lee’s hand. Calvin shakes it, and he walks Luther to the door. Luther walks out the door and Calvin Lee closes. He starts to walk into the living room.
Calvin Lee: I thought he’d never leave.
Just great, now I have the match stuck in my head again…
Calvin Lee looks down at his feet for a second. He runs through his mind all the events of the past month. Losing to EBR, Thunder, EBR again. Not being able to win anything but house show matches. Finally getting his shot at a chance at the tag team titles. But that doesn’t matter. Because he’s got nothing going into the match. He thinks about this over and over and over and over until…
BAM!!!
Calvin Lee swings his hand, as a fist, right into the wall of his living room. He punctures a hole into the wall. A big hole. He puts his arm right through the wall. He pulls it out. His hand is swelled up badly. And to make things worse, His arm is full of cuts from the wall. All up his arm is blood from the cuts. Dust flies everywhere parts of the wall are inside the wall, and on the floor of the living room. Calvin Lee looks at his arm. Dust is getting into the cuts. He shrugs.
I better go to the hospital before this gets infected…
Calvin Lee walks out of the living room, the dust fades away.
Why…Why does he always do this to me?
He then looks down at the water in shame. He raises his hand slightly and then makes a fist, and slams it down on the wooden bridge. The sound of the punch echoes around the silent area, and the man sheds a small tear, trying to not think of the pain that his hand just created. His hand turns pinkish, as his hand is obviously starting to bruise up a little from the punch. He then thinks again to himself.
Why does it seem every week I the same thing happens. I get into the ring, face some big time legend, and I end up losing, and never taking advantage of the opportunity that is in front of my eyes. It always happens. I hate every second of it…
Obviously one look at the man, and anyone would realize this is Calvin Lee. The man who lost not once, but twice to EBR. He’s now 0-2 against this man. And both times, he was humiliated.
When will the pain end? When will this humiliation end? When will this torture end? When will it all end? I just want to win one match. Just want to show everyone I can win. But apparently that isn’t going to happen anytime soon. I can’t beat one legend, so I am tossed another one. What makes CBT think that I’ll beat MOD. He’s no worse then EBR. I can’t beat EBR, even with the help of Luther. So what makes me think I’ll beat MOD? Wow, that’s smart. Oh wait, CBT didn’t book this week’s show, Wayne McGurk did. That’s right, Wayne doesn’t know how bad I am. It’s been so long since he’s seen me wrestle. Ever since we fought and surprise surprise, he won that match. I believe Obo was in that match too…Either way, I lost, like usual.
Calvin Lee looks up at the sky. Not too many clouds. Just one or two. They are big clouds however. They don’t really make any shape of anything. They just look like the usual cloud. Big. Puffy. And they hold a light greyish colour.
Finally. Me and Luther get our number one contendership match. But it’s probably too little too late. Since I’ll probably blow it. Like usual. But we’ll see. Maybe I can actually win and give us something. Anything. Heh, who am I kidding. I’ll never be able to accomplish that…Luther will people hate me for that. Oh wait, that’s right. I’m suppose to meet with him soon. I better get going then…
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In Calvin Lee’s house now, sitting in his living room. A couch on one side, a chair beside it. And a TV on the other side of the room. The usual look for a living room. There really isn’t much more to say on that. A knock brings Calvin Lee to the front door. He opens it up, and sees Luther at the door.
Calvin Lee: Oh, hey Luther.
What is he doing here so early. He’s not suppose to be here for another twenty minutes…
Luther Castle: Hey man, pumped for next week? I know I am. Finally, a match. Time to kick ass.
You mean lose, which is will probably happen with me…
Calvin Lee: Yeah, sure. Are we just gonna stand here, or do you want to sit down?
Luther Castle: Haha, lets go sit down then. Did you just wake up or something? You look like ****.
I feel like ****…I am ****…
Calvin Lee: No, I’ve been up for a while…
The two walk their way to the living room, and sit down. Luther on the couch, and Calvin on the chair. They continue their conversation.
Luther Castle: So you have MOD this week.
Thanks for reminding me…
Luther Castle: That’s a huge task man. He’s just as good as EBR. And after your two matches against him, MOD’s the perfect man to get luck back on your side. And! We face them at Veni Vidi Vici to get a chance at those tag titles. So this is a huge momentum builder. You know what I’m talking about?
Calvin Lee: Obviously a win here would put the odds on our side.
And a win would also surprise the world. Including me.
Luther Castle: Exactly! And I know you can do it man, we’ve always been able to win these high class matches. All the way back in XWA, we’ve always won. And I know we can do it again. You used to take out legends like they were nothing. Lets get that going again!
I remember those days. Oh what happened to me? Why do I suck so bad now? Oh well…I guess.
Calvin Lee: Lets not forget either, you have Justin Tyme.
Luther Castle: Oh yes, the “Main Event Messiah.” It’s funny because he got beaten by Obo last week, so he couldn’t face CBT. He couldn’t take a small beating from a fake like Obo. He’s not a messiah. Messiah’s would have faced CBT. Injured or not. He doesn’t deserve to be called a Messiah. He’s a poser messiah.
Calvin Lee: Yeah, he does sound like a liar…
Kinda like me. Lying about being so great. How foolish I was.
Luther Castle: Well if he thinks Obo did a number on him, he better be ready for me. Because I am a thousand times bigger, tougher, and more aggressive then Obo is. And he will feel my wrath.
Calvin Lee: You should win no problem.
Luther Castle: Well, I better get going.
Calvin Lee: Leaving so soon?
Luther Castle: Yeah, gotta get myself ready for Tyme. I want to be in my best shape so I can kick his ass royally.
Calvin Lee: Oh good. Well you enjoy that. Bye…
Luther Castle: Hmmm, no hand shake? Something wrong?
Obviously…
Calvin Lee: No, nothing…
Luther Castle: You sure?
Well, Other then the fact that I suck, no.
Calvin Lee: Yes, nothing is wrong. You go workout. I have things I need to do myself.
Like Drink. That always makes things better…
Luther Castle: Ok man, I’ll talk to you later.
Luther gets up, and offers to shake Calvin Lee’s hand. Calvin shakes it, and he walks Luther to the door. Luther walks out the door and Calvin Lee closes. He starts to walk into the living room.
Calvin Lee: I thought he’d never leave.
Just great, now I have the match stuck in my head again…
Calvin Lee looks down at his feet for a second. He runs through his mind all the events of the past month. Losing to EBR, Thunder, EBR again. Not being able to win anything but house show matches. Finally getting his shot at a chance at the tag team titles. But that doesn’t matter. Because he’s got nothing going into the match. He thinks about this over and over and over and over until…
BAM!!!
Calvin Lee swings his hand, as a fist, right into the wall of his living room. He punctures a hole into the wall. A big hole. He puts his arm right through the wall. He pulls it out. His hand is swelled up badly. And to make things worse, His arm is full of cuts from the wall. All up his arm is blood from the cuts. Dust flies everywhere parts of the wall are inside the wall, and on the floor of the living room. Calvin Lee looks at his arm. Dust is getting into the cuts. He shrugs.
I better go to the hospital before this gets infected…
Calvin Lee walks out of the living room, the dust fades away.
