Post by steviec on Oct 7, 2011 16:14:36 GMT -5
Stephen Callaway sits in his usual seat reading a book of children's stories.
Stephen
"A short while ago there was a company called EUW. A great man came along and said he was better than everyone. His name was Steve. EUW didn't like Steve for being so egotistical so they booked him in a Royal Rumble. Unfortunately, Steve lost the Rumble. He was undaunted in his quest to prove how good he is so EUW booked him against Jack Bull, one of the biggest stars in the company. Again Steve lost. Steve sat on his seat and he told all of EUW's fans that those matches were a blip and things would improve in his match against Isumo Suzuki. With his finishing Calsi Kick, Steve was victorious. The people at EUW were worried. Management changed hands and they kept EUW off the air for three weeks instead of two but that just gave Steve time to rest and to prepare for his match. So EUW made it a Triple Threat against a seventeen year old and an extremely vain doctor."
He shuts the book and throws it over his shoulders.
Stephen
"I sat here and I said the Rumble and Jack Bull were blips in the road. I sat here and I said things would get better with Suzuki. I sat here and said I would beat Suzuki. I went out there and I beat Suzuki. So now I get a triple threat match with the local freaks of the company.
First up I have James Hart. Jim, the wife loves you but I gotta ask: You look familiar, do you have an uncle, a brother or a dad or some family member that used to work in the business? Cause you look like a guy I know called Chris. To hell with Chris though, you're seventeen! Why, at seventeen, do you want to get into something that could leave you seriously injured by the time you're thirty? How do you do your school work when you've gotta be on the other side of the country for a match?
I hold my hands up, I got into this business at sixteen. Yeah. I worked with a company near where I lived and I worked in setting up the ring, selling shirts and tickets and sweeping up at the end of the night. When I left school at eighteen, I started proper wrestling training. I never did the whole college thing, but that's cause I was lucky. What I did get was enough good grades to get me some decent job should my career end soon. You can't have! There is not one seventeen year old I've met that has any idea what they want. You're here in EUW and you'll bounce around with the wonders of youth but when you get to twenty and your body will just be a list of injuries. Your knees will feel that they're gonna buckle at any moment, your back will feel like the Mardi gras have marched over it and you will have pain all over your body, actually it's like constant flu with out the runny nose and sneezing. However, if you want to get in the ring, I'm not going to argue with you. I will hurt you. I will do my best to prematurely end your career and I will set out to rearrange your face. Speaking off....."
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a rubber Batman mask. He puts it on.
Stephen
"(gravelly Batman voice) I'm Batman (returns to normal voice) Sorry couldn't help it. Now Batman I can understand, covering his face and identity to protect those he cares about from reprisals. Same for Spiderman and to a lesser extent, Superman. But you're not a comic book super hero. You're Doctor Rawhide, a short stack, light weight Swedish meatball. I read further down your bio to where it said that the mask is to 'protect his perfect face' Perfect face? You've sliced and diced yourself to the point where you look worse than Michael Jackson did. Now I can, at a push with a pinch of salt, understand face protecting because I wear elbow pads and knee pads and boots to protect my feet, elbows and knees. But you are OK for HardKore matches? OK (!) So you're OK with competing in matches which could seriously damage your 'perfect' face?
If you want to point out my facial flaws, let me save you the trouble. Without my glasses my eyes form a slight squint, which isn't really a good look. But it's probably given me crow's feet or something. I have a mild skin condition that has been genetically handed down from my gran to my mother to me, so if you look close enough, you might see a couple of white dots scattered through my stubble. The point I'm getting at is that I'm not one of those guys that gels his hair to get the right style or slaps on moisturizer and nineteen ton of beauty products in a bid to appear more youthful or gorgeous. I'm Stephen Callaway and I am who I am. If I have to rip that mask of your face so I can get a better punch at you that's what matters to me. I don't care if I lose a tooth or I have blood dribbling down my face at the end of the match as long as I get that win.
If you prefer your face to be in one piece then wrestling is not for you. Maybe it's more for youthful Jim. I might call him out for his youth and his lack of future planning but at least he knows what he wants and what he's getting into."
He removes the Batman mask and drops it on the floor.
Stephen
"Out of three men in the match, I intend to be the victor. I intend to go on and face world champions and maybe even win the next Royal Rumble. That's not fiction, it's fact!"
He walks away and we fade to black.
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