Post by Stephen Callaway on Feb 4, 2011 20:35:41 GMT -5
Stephen Callaway sits in front of a Kingdom Of Pride banner dressed in a black suit and waistcoat with a navy shirt and no tie. He runs a finger across the top of his forehead to clear the stray hair trying to make a fringe.
Stephen
“Adam Unabel. I help him and how does he repay me? He came to a UWL show just moments before Mainstream had a big match. Did I join in and aid Mainstream when the inevitable fight broke out? No. Did I turn on my friends and side with Unabel? No. I kept out of it. Not because of a sense of backing the Pride bretharyn, but because Adam was my opponent the following night.”
He takes a tissue from his pocket and cleans his glasses.
Stephen
“As the saying goes ‘To be the best you have to beat the best’. I could have gotten in the ring and beat Unabel into the ground, fractured his jaw with a Calsi Kick, maybe broken some ribs or an arm. But what about our match? A win when the opponent fails to turn up is not beating the best. To prove I’m the best I have to beat the best not broken down guys that I put in hospital. By not joining the Mainstream beatdown, I helped him.”
He picks at one of his gloves.
Stephen
“But what of the match? Eh? I lost, he beat me. How do I feel about this? To be honest: Meh. You can’t win them all. No one is perfect. Ric Flair was a sixteen time champion because he was beaten fifteen times. Although he’s not champion now, so that’s sixteen times he was beaten. Sometimes The Joker will get away from Batman and sometimes the Seahawks will lose to the Dolphins. In short: Shit happens. Life isn’t about how often we fall, it’s about the times we get back up. And getting up is the exact thing I’ll be doing this Sunday when I will beat Unabel into the ground.”
He falls silent for a moment and scratches his arm.
Stephen
“The other day I went to my brother Brad’s house. We sat and we watched TV. We drank coffee and talked about my car, his job, Anne Hathaway as The Catwoman, 21/2/11 and whatever was on the TV until his boyfriend came home from work and then he joined in the conversation. A couple of days later I was in a locker room in a Texas gymnasium. I sat with my brother Stewart talking about a woman he met the night before and how her breasts bounced up and down. We talked about the match we had just had and how he needs to work on his conditioning.
Chris Williams wants me to chose between UWL and Pride. Why can I not be where I am? I couldn’t pick a favourite brother out of the five I have. I asked my Mum and she couldn’t pick a favourite of the seven children she has. Why should we have to chose between the things we like? I signed my contracts with Pride and UWL at a time when there were working relationships between the two. But Chris, if you want me to make a choice then I will. I will make my choice this Sunday.”
Another itch.
Stephen
“I will make my choice this Sunday when I chose to pin you or make you submit. To Calsi Kick you with my left or my right foot. To inflict more damage on your upper or lower torso. Chris, I am happy sitting in the middle, Pride and UWL are happy with my being in the middle. So the question has to be asked: Why do YOU have such problem?
Oh and Gay Roman, I’ve sent a pigeon and left about three texts and an answerphone message. We need to talk strategy for Sunday, but as long as you don’t get in my way everything’s good in the hood. Do you get where The Cals is commin’ from?”
Just like that we go to black
END PROMO
Stephen
“Adam Unabel. I help him and how does he repay me? He came to a UWL show just moments before Mainstream had a big match. Did I join in and aid Mainstream when the inevitable fight broke out? No. Did I turn on my friends and side with Unabel? No. I kept out of it. Not because of a sense of backing the Pride bretharyn, but because Adam was my opponent the following night.”
He takes a tissue from his pocket and cleans his glasses.
Stephen
“As the saying goes ‘To be the best you have to beat the best’. I could have gotten in the ring and beat Unabel into the ground, fractured his jaw with a Calsi Kick, maybe broken some ribs or an arm. But what about our match? A win when the opponent fails to turn up is not beating the best. To prove I’m the best I have to beat the best not broken down guys that I put in hospital. By not joining the Mainstream beatdown, I helped him.”
He picks at one of his gloves.
Stephen
“But what of the match? Eh? I lost, he beat me. How do I feel about this? To be honest: Meh. You can’t win them all. No one is perfect. Ric Flair was a sixteen time champion because he was beaten fifteen times. Although he’s not champion now, so that’s sixteen times he was beaten. Sometimes The Joker will get away from Batman and sometimes the Seahawks will lose to the Dolphins. In short: Shit happens. Life isn’t about how often we fall, it’s about the times we get back up. And getting up is the exact thing I’ll be doing this Sunday when I will beat Unabel into the ground.”
He falls silent for a moment and scratches his arm.
Stephen
“The other day I went to my brother Brad’s house. We sat and we watched TV. We drank coffee and talked about my car, his job, Anne Hathaway as The Catwoman, 21/2/11 and whatever was on the TV until his boyfriend came home from work and then he joined in the conversation. A couple of days later I was in a locker room in a Texas gymnasium. I sat with my brother Stewart talking about a woman he met the night before and how her breasts bounced up and down. We talked about the match we had just had and how he needs to work on his conditioning.
Chris Williams wants me to chose between UWL and Pride. Why can I not be where I am? I couldn’t pick a favourite brother out of the five I have. I asked my Mum and she couldn’t pick a favourite of the seven children she has. Why should we have to chose between the things we like? I signed my contracts with Pride and UWL at a time when there were working relationships between the two. But Chris, if you want me to make a choice then I will. I will make my choice this Sunday.”
Another itch.
Stephen
“I will make my choice this Sunday when I chose to pin you or make you submit. To Calsi Kick you with my left or my right foot. To inflict more damage on your upper or lower torso. Chris, I am happy sitting in the middle, Pride and UWL are happy with my being in the middle. So the question has to be asked: Why do YOU have such problem?
Oh and Gay Roman, I’ve sent a pigeon and left about three texts and an answerphone message. We need to talk strategy for Sunday, but as long as you don’t get in my way everything’s good in the hood. Do you get where The Cals is commin’ from?”
Just like that we go to black
END PROMO