Post by steviec on Sept 2, 2011 20:21:26 GMT -5
Stephen Callaway sits in-front of his desktop computer looking at the camera.
Stephen
"The other week I sat in a backstreet 'American' diner in the back of beyond. I sat there and I told a man who doubted his chances of victory in the rumble that he could win after all. I gave him some tips on how to survive and thanks to the luck of the draw he did quite well.
This week I sit in front of you all with most people expecting the established Jack Bullshit to defeat me with ease. The guys in the back doubt my chances. The fans. Even ditsy blonde Sarah Thompson doubts me.
I should be concerned. I should be sat here screaming at the camera before me and yelling something about how I'm as good as if not better than Jack Bullshit. But I'm not going to do that. I got my big break in this company at eighteen years old when I beat the SML's world champion. I was booked in the match as your basic 'enhancement talent'. It was my job to get seven bells knocked out of me before finally succumbing to his finisher. During the match I was slumped in the corner near enough using the ropes to keep me on my feet. I saw him in the corner opposite me. He charged. I moved out the way just in time and he went crash into the corner. A quick School Boy later and I had beaten the world champion. Non title match granted, but a win's a win.
What made me happiest wasn't the win over the champion, it was the win when everyone expected me to lose. It was the same with my driving test it wasn't passing my test that pleased me, it was passing when my instructor told me I would fail. What I love about being expected to fail is that the pressure is off. Jack Bullshit is the one under pressure to beat me not the other way round. He's the one with the big reputation, all the prediction votes and Sarah Thompson wishing him good luck. I'm the after thought, the forgotten man. I'm not under stress to beat anyone it's more a case of 'you're going to lose so try to look good as you go down'
But I've been in federations and, for that matter, matches where the expected loser takes advantage of all the put downs and gets the win. So Jack, feel free to sit watching your boxing videos and all your other home movies. Feel free to go in search of Beer, whiskey and, as it's Russia, vodka. Relax, take a load of. If your stressed or lonely, I can give you the number of a lovely female 'masseuse' named Helga who works in the Moscow area. Just relax. I mean it's not as if there's a wrestler trying to make you forget about your match with him or anything.
You know what? I don' give a damn if you train, fuck Sarah or what you do. I know I can beat you! I have faith in myself to do it. That's all I need MY faith, MY self belief. If I ever lose that, I might as well hang up my boots."
He leans forward and switches of the camera. We go to black.
END PROMO
Stephen
"The other week I sat in a backstreet 'American' diner in the back of beyond. I sat there and I told a man who doubted his chances of victory in the rumble that he could win after all. I gave him some tips on how to survive and thanks to the luck of the draw he did quite well.
This week I sit in front of you all with most people expecting the established Jack Bullshit to defeat me with ease. The guys in the back doubt my chances. The fans. Even ditsy blonde Sarah Thompson doubts me.
I should be concerned. I should be sat here screaming at the camera before me and yelling something about how I'm as good as if not better than Jack Bullshit. But I'm not going to do that. I got my big break in this company at eighteen years old when I beat the SML's world champion. I was booked in the match as your basic 'enhancement talent'. It was my job to get seven bells knocked out of me before finally succumbing to his finisher. During the match I was slumped in the corner near enough using the ropes to keep me on my feet. I saw him in the corner opposite me. He charged. I moved out the way just in time and he went crash into the corner. A quick School Boy later and I had beaten the world champion. Non title match granted, but a win's a win.
What made me happiest wasn't the win over the champion, it was the win when everyone expected me to lose. It was the same with my driving test it wasn't passing my test that pleased me, it was passing when my instructor told me I would fail. What I love about being expected to fail is that the pressure is off. Jack Bullshit is the one under pressure to beat me not the other way round. He's the one with the big reputation, all the prediction votes and Sarah Thompson wishing him good luck. I'm the after thought, the forgotten man. I'm not under stress to beat anyone it's more a case of 'you're going to lose so try to look good as you go down'
But I've been in federations and, for that matter, matches where the expected loser takes advantage of all the put downs and gets the win. So Jack, feel free to sit watching your boxing videos and all your other home movies. Feel free to go in search of Beer, whiskey and, as it's Russia, vodka. Relax, take a load of. If your stressed or lonely, I can give you the number of a lovely female 'masseuse' named Helga who works in the Moscow area. Just relax. I mean it's not as if there's a wrestler trying to make you forget about your match with him or anything.
You know what? I don' give a damn if you train, fuck Sarah or what you do. I know I can beat you! I have faith in myself to do it. That's all I need MY faith, MY self belief. If I ever lose that, I might as well hang up my boots."
He leans forward and switches of the camera. We go to black.
END PROMO
