Post by Stephen Callaway on Feb 17, 2011 7:07:51 GMT -5
We see Stephen Callaway. He sits on a black swivel chair in front of a ‘The Knighting’ banner. He wears a black suit and waistcoat with a navy shirt and white tie.
Stephen
“He may have bordered on Quagmire, but I want it known that I never had a problem with Christian Kane. He may have had odd looks on life and he did tell the dirtiest jokes I’ve ever heard, but he was just Chris. Did that ever make him a bad person? I have had OCD for years; I can’t buy a CD and put it on my shelf without typing out track listings, putting it on my Ipod with pretty album art pictures. Then, and only then, I put it on my shelf, even then they’re separated into Singles, Artists or Various. All in alphabetical order. I have to touch every lamp post I pass. Everything has to be tidy and I go over and over everything. That’s just me. Does that make me a bad person? No! Chris and I are just who we are, happy with our flaws. Looked down upon by those that look for ‘perfect people’.
As much as I will miss CK, he is gone. To quote Jerry Lawler watching divas walk to the back on Raw: ‘I hate to see them go, but love to watch them leave.’ Christian Kane has left The Kingdom of Pride and a void has opened on the Super-card.”
He’s silent for a moment.
Stephen
“You can almost hear the CK punch line to ‘void that needs filling’ cant you? Joking aside, I’ve got a match for the World Title at the Super-card. Over the course of one Oblivion show it went from a one on one match to a triple threat match. We’re a step away from adding Harvey Dent and making it a Six Pac Challenge.
I watched Wrestlemania fourteen once and they were talking about how long they had been in the business. With my chance at the title looming, now’s as good a time as any to talk about my years in the business.”
He leans back in his chair and scratches his chin.
Stephen
“I got into wrestling by watching it on TV, collecting the trading cards that sort of thing. 1991 I was introduced to a world of bright colours, ring ropes and strong men that could lift a man over his head and slam him to the ground.
When I came over to America and I met the other Scot in the year, Valerie, I wanted to impress her. I saw the way the girls would watch the football team and drool and I wanted to have that effect on Valerie. Football was never my thing, soccer maybe, but not football so I went to wrestling. I never impressed her with my countless title wins or my feats of strength. It was my bashes and bruises that provoked her to ask ‘what the hell happened to you?’
I started working in SML when I was sixteen. I got a weekend job setting up the ring, selling tickets and clearing up the trash at the end of the night. When I left school at eighteen there was a two week gap from me leaving school to starting training with SML. I remember doing a Biology exam at school. I never got into studying but I got OK marks on memory alone. On the morning of the test I remember sitting outside eating a cheese sandwich. A friend of mine, Maria, was reading her Biology notes and going over it again and again, taking about iodine tests and chlorophyll while I ate my sandwich and looked across the yard to where Valerie stood talking to her friends.
Wrestling was different, it could be the OCD in my but when I get into something I obsess. With Batman or Doctor Who, I can tell you who starred in what, fun facts, stories about when I first watched The ’89 film and how I stole it. I can even quote lines from them back at you.
With wrestling, I can tell you matches, storylines, alter egos, DVD covers, arenas, theme music. I can tell you sitting here the attendance at Wrestlemania six was sixty seven thousand six hundred and seventy eight.
When I started wrestling, I would watch my videos over and over, I would come in on days I wasn’t supposed to so that I could master moves I was having trouble with or that I had seen on a video. I wanted to be the top of my class and better than them all. When I got into the ring as a proper competitor, again I wanted to be the best in SML. One year after I started, I won the SML World Title. I went on and won it a total of six times. I proved I was better than my competition.”
He lowers his head for a moment and picks a thread on his glove.
Stephen
“I had a friendship out of the ring with the boss. We had a lot in common, he was a fan of wrestling, music and Batman like me and had similar tastes in music and wrestling. His name’s Stephen as well. No sooner had I won that sixth title that fans, other wrestlers and others in the business were crying ‘fix’. It was no fix! I was better than them! I had proved that, I had put the work in while they drank like fish at the local bar! That’s why I came to PWF. I wanted to prove myself in a brand new company that I had what it takes. I may have suffered nerves and probably needed a little more work I grant you but just as I was making progress, the company folded.”
A flash of sadness crosses his face.
Stephen
“But there’s the saying about Dusty’s God with doors and windows and I soon ended up here in Pride as well as UWL. I’m not anti social but I kept my head down and I do my work. I was talking to Kurt Noble the other day about the new Batman movie and I’ll chat with the others but I’m not close friends with them like I was with Stephen. I worked my way to the match this Sunday, no doubt!”
He un-does the top button on his shirt.
Stephen
“But what of the match at The Knighting? It’s a triple Threat match in a steel cage. Luke Haven? A two thirty high flying hardcore brawler who’s only been wrestling since two ten. I don’t know him that well and probably couldn’t pick him out in a crowd. However this week it’s DVDs, strategy and training, I’ll know you by Sunday.
Josh Eagles. Now Josh I know, I’ve spoken to him. There’s a prediction league in the back and he would pick me while I would pick him. I know Josh. He used to remind me of Batman but, I think he has lightened his hair or something, he’s got a look of Jericho these days.”
He stands up out of his chair.
Stephen
“The point is this: On Sunday I head into the steel cage. A fifteen foot high metal structure which is hell bent on distruction. I go in there willing to prove that I deserve this title reign, that this is no fluke ‘fix’ title win. I go in there against a former champion looking to regain. I go in there against a man ‘Luke’ ing to ‘Haven’ in a bid to go from rookie to champion. Both men wanting the win, wanting to prove themselves to fans and management alike. Both men hungry for a taste of the gold, one who has tasted it and wants more, one who yearns for a bite. Then there’s me. I tasted the Burger King, McDonalds version of a beef burger. But I have kept my head down and saved my pennies. This Sunday I’m coming for a big steak dinner and I am starving! This is my dinner UWL in March will be my feast two eleven is Stephen Callaway’s year. Jay Nitro told me so. He told me so, not because I’m good even though I am, but because I ALWAYS have an Angle! Always.”
The screen fades.
END PROMO
Stephen
“He may have bordered on Quagmire, but I want it known that I never had a problem with Christian Kane. He may have had odd looks on life and he did tell the dirtiest jokes I’ve ever heard, but he was just Chris. Did that ever make him a bad person? I have had OCD for years; I can’t buy a CD and put it on my shelf without typing out track listings, putting it on my Ipod with pretty album art pictures. Then, and only then, I put it on my shelf, even then they’re separated into Singles, Artists or Various. All in alphabetical order. I have to touch every lamp post I pass. Everything has to be tidy and I go over and over everything. That’s just me. Does that make me a bad person? No! Chris and I are just who we are, happy with our flaws. Looked down upon by those that look for ‘perfect people’.
As much as I will miss CK, he is gone. To quote Jerry Lawler watching divas walk to the back on Raw: ‘I hate to see them go, but love to watch them leave.’ Christian Kane has left The Kingdom of Pride and a void has opened on the Super-card.”
He’s silent for a moment.
Stephen
“You can almost hear the CK punch line to ‘void that needs filling’ cant you? Joking aside, I’ve got a match for the World Title at the Super-card. Over the course of one Oblivion show it went from a one on one match to a triple threat match. We’re a step away from adding Harvey Dent and making it a Six Pac Challenge.
I watched Wrestlemania fourteen once and they were talking about how long they had been in the business. With my chance at the title looming, now’s as good a time as any to talk about my years in the business.”
He leans back in his chair and scratches his chin.
Stephen
“I got into wrestling by watching it on TV, collecting the trading cards that sort of thing. 1991 I was introduced to a world of bright colours, ring ropes and strong men that could lift a man over his head and slam him to the ground.
When I came over to America and I met the other Scot in the year, Valerie, I wanted to impress her. I saw the way the girls would watch the football team and drool and I wanted to have that effect on Valerie. Football was never my thing, soccer maybe, but not football so I went to wrestling. I never impressed her with my countless title wins or my feats of strength. It was my bashes and bruises that provoked her to ask ‘what the hell happened to you?’
I started working in SML when I was sixteen. I got a weekend job setting up the ring, selling tickets and clearing up the trash at the end of the night. When I left school at eighteen there was a two week gap from me leaving school to starting training with SML. I remember doing a Biology exam at school. I never got into studying but I got OK marks on memory alone. On the morning of the test I remember sitting outside eating a cheese sandwich. A friend of mine, Maria, was reading her Biology notes and going over it again and again, taking about iodine tests and chlorophyll while I ate my sandwich and looked across the yard to where Valerie stood talking to her friends.
Wrestling was different, it could be the OCD in my but when I get into something I obsess. With Batman or Doctor Who, I can tell you who starred in what, fun facts, stories about when I first watched The ’89 film and how I stole it. I can even quote lines from them back at you.
With wrestling, I can tell you matches, storylines, alter egos, DVD covers, arenas, theme music. I can tell you sitting here the attendance at Wrestlemania six was sixty seven thousand six hundred and seventy eight.
When I started wrestling, I would watch my videos over and over, I would come in on days I wasn’t supposed to so that I could master moves I was having trouble with or that I had seen on a video. I wanted to be the top of my class and better than them all. When I got into the ring as a proper competitor, again I wanted to be the best in SML. One year after I started, I won the SML World Title. I went on and won it a total of six times. I proved I was better than my competition.”
He lowers his head for a moment and picks a thread on his glove.
Stephen
“I had a friendship out of the ring with the boss. We had a lot in common, he was a fan of wrestling, music and Batman like me and had similar tastes in music and wrestling. His name’s Stephen as well. No sooner had I won that sixth title that fans, other wrestlers and others in the business were crying ‘fix’. It was no fix! I was better than them! I had proved that, I had put the work in while they drank like fish at the local bar! That’s why I came to PWF. I wanted to prove myself in a brand new company that I had what it takes. I may have suffered nerves and probably needed a little more work I grant you but just as I was making progress, the company folded.”
A flash of sadness crosses his face.
Stephen
“But there’s the saying about Dusty’s God with doors and windows and I soon ended up here in Pride as well as UWL. I’m not anti social but I kept my head down and I do my work. I was talking to Kurt Noble the other day about the new Batman movie and I’ll chat with the others but I’m not close friends with them like I was with Stephen. I worked my way to the match this Sunday, no doubt!”
He un-does the top button on his shirt.
Stephen
“But what of the match at The Knighting? It’s a triple Threat match in a steel cage. Luke Haven? A two thirty high flying hardcore brawler who’s only been wrestling since two ten. I don’t know him that well and probably couldn’t pick him out in a crowd. However this week it’s DVDs, strategy and training, I’ll know you by Sunday.
Josh Eagles. Now Josh I know, I’ve spoken to him. There’s a prediction league in the back and he would pick me while I would pick him. I know Josh. He used to remind me of Batman but, I think he has lightened his hair or something, he’s got a look of Jericho these days.”
He stands up out of his chair.
Stephen
“The point is this: On Sunday I head into the steel cage. A fifteen foot high metal structure which is hell bent on distruction. I go in there willing to prove that I deserve this title reign, that this is no fluke ‘fix’ title win. I go in there against a former champion looking to regain. I go in there against a man ‘Luke’ ing to ‘Haven’ in a bid to go from rookie to champion. Both men wanting the win, wanting to prove themselves to fans and management alike. Both men hungry for a taste of the gold, one who has tasted it and wants more, one who yearns for a bite. Then there’s me. I tasted the Burger King, McDonalds version of a beef burger. But I have kept my head down and saved my pennies. This Sunday I’m coming for a big steak dinner and I am starving! This is my dinner UWL in March will be my feast two eleven is Stephen Callaway’s year. Jay Nitro told me so. He told me so, not because I’m good even though I am, but because I ALWAYS have an Angle! Always.”
The screen fades.
END PROMO
