Post by kaster on Mar 9, 2023 7:29:07 GMT
A sting of cold registers first. He’s not sure how much of it got on his suit, but it’s enough to make a noticeable stain. The din of the surrounding people plunges through his ears like a q-tip. Although he doesn’t make out what they’re saying, he assumes that nothing good comes from their mouths. Raucous, uncouth speech is hurled out with reckless abandon. A now empty cup lies at his feet, a small puddle of water collecting on the ground.
All he wanted to do was walk to his car.
He simply brushes the water off of his suit coat and hurries towards the car. Once he gets in, he manages to shut out both the sight and sound of the rabid fans. The key turns in the ignition and the car roars to life. As he rolls down the streets of London, his gaze tilts up towards the rear view mirror. Sitting in the back seat is the golden beast. The IWF World Television Championship, shining as bright as it ever has.
The Future smiles and kicks it into the next gear up.
Caleb Cannin sits in an armchair, the IWF World Television Championship lying in his lap. The glare from the camera lights reflect off of his sunglasses. He simply adjusts his suit before smiling.
“Defense numero uno… always a historic time. A match that should be a spectacle, something worthy of putting on as a classic IWF match! The first defense needs a challenger that will stand the test of time!”
He tilts his sunglasses down slightly, showing the disbelief in the eyes underneath.
“And yet, you bring me… Dark Tiger?”
“I’ve read up on the guy, don’t worry. The seven foot meth addict, right? He walks around with a bimbo goth girl, yeah? He calls himself a legend but I don’t think he’s won more than one match since he’s gotten here! What makes a man like Dark Tigger think that he can match up to the GOAT? I am THE IWF World Television Champion, my man! This is a level of prestige you can only get by being the best and beating the best. Your vampire looking ass is getting only ONE shot at this belt, and then you are done.”
“If you have an opportunity such as this, you better fight with everything that you have. You aren’t going to get it again. Handouts have never been my preference, so consider yourself lucky to be in the same ring as the hottest star in the IWF. I guess this company does do charity events! Why else would this bumbling idiot be able to get a shot to end the greatest title reign in all of professional wrestling? He has a rich bloodline? Buddy, your bloodline is as valuable as my piss! Scratch that, I think I could sell off my piss to these bottom feeders for more money than you’ve made in your entire career!”
“I am the prestige this company needs, I am the main event attraction that only comes once in a generation and I am the champion you all so desperately crave to be. I can take anyone on this roster, top to bottom. And you, Dark Tiger, are most certainly on the bottom. For once in your life, Tiger, you get to actually make history. You will be the first of ten men who will fall to the most stupendous Television Championship reign of all time. Forget that walking Cialis advertisement, Nick Knight, you are looking at the best to ever put this championship around their waist. It won’t stop there, my friends. I will hold this title until I get what I am owed. This title belt is not just a symbol of my excellence, it is the true embodiment of what the future has in store for the IWF. I dare anyone to try and take it from me, because you will face the reality that you are not as good as the best. When I hold this championship, it is THE premier championship in this company. Don’t worry, boys and girls, I’ll get a hold of that elusive World Championship soon enough. Just give it time and about nine other douchebags that I have to steamroll.”
“‘B-b-but, Caleb, you should be defending your title every week!’ Says who? You dirt sheet readers and bed sheet wetters who think they know everything about the business? I’m sick and tired of hearing that I have to be wrestling every show. Listen, the suits pay me to show up, so I show up. It’s in my contract as champion. Do I have to wrestle every week? Hell no! Especially in… ugh, the United Kingdom? Give me a break. I’d rather wrestle in a bingo hall than be in the ring in front of these ingrates! At least the O2 Arena has some history, but it will be even more historic when Caleb Cannin walks into the building. London can finally have a champion to look up to instead of some shitty superior football team. Dark Tiger can look up to me too, as soon as he’s finished looking up at the lights.”
“Trust me, Tigger, you have made a grave mistake. Your emo bullshit won’t work on me, so I wouldn’t even try it. I’ve seen trees that look more intimidating than you do, and taller too! It doesn’t matter if you’re seven feet tall or seven inches tall, you will fall to your knees and your shoulder will get maimed at the hands of a man who is plain better than you.”
Rolling up his sleeve, he brings his wrist up to reveal a Rolex watch. He concentrates on the watch for a moment before turning back to the camera.
“It looks like my contractual promo time is up! Honestly, I’ve taken shits more stressful than that. Do I beat Dark Tiger at Odyssey? Without a doubt. Do I keep my status as THE greatest IWF World Television Champion? Absolutely. Do I, Caleb Cannin, believe that I am on the fast track to becoming the best in the world?”
Slowly taking off his sunglasses, he looks down the barrel of the camera.
“You bet your fucking ass I do. That’s why I hold this.”
He raises the championship up.
“So if you try to take this from me, know that you are going up against something that catches up with all men. You are fighting the inevitable. You are facing the undeniable.”
“You are stepping up to the Future.”
All he wanted to do was walk to his car.
He simply brushes the water off of his suit coat and hurries towards the car. Once he gets in, he manages to shut out both the sight and sound of the rabid fans. The key turns in the ignition and the car roars to life. As he rolls down the streets of London, his gaze tilts up towards the rear view mirror. Sitting in the back seat is the golden beast. The IWF World Television Championship, shining as bright as it ever has.
The Future smiles and kicks it into the next gear up.
Caleb Cannin sits in an armchair, the IWF World Television Championship lying in his lap. The glare from the camera lights reflect off of his sunglasses. He simply adjusts his suit before smiling.
“Defense numero uno… always a historic time. A match that should be a spectacle, something worthy of putting on as a classic IWF match! The first defense needs a challenger that will stand the test of time!”
He tilts his sunglasses down slightly, showing the disbelief in the eyes underneath.
“And yet, you bring me… Dark Tiger?”
“I’ve read up on the guy, don’t worry. The seven foot meth addict, right? He walks around with a bimbo goth girl, yeah? He calls himself a legend but I don’t think he’s won more than one match since he’s gotten here! What makes a man like Dark Tigger think that he can match up to the GOAT? I am THE IWF World Television Champion, my man! This is a level of prestige you can only get by being the best and beating the best. Your vampire looking ass is getting only ONE shot at this belt, and then you are done.”
“If you have an opportunity such as this, you better fight with everything that you have. You aren’t going to get it again. Handouts have never been my preference, so consider yourself lucky to be in the same ring as the hottest star in the IWF. I guess this company does do charity events! Why else would this bumbling idiot be able to get a shot to end the greatest title reign in all of professional wrestling? He has a rich bloodline? Buddy, your bloodline is as valuable as my piss! Scratch that, I think I could sell off my piss to these bottom feeders for more money than you’ve made in your entire career!”
“I am the prestige this company needs, I am the main event attraction that only comes once in a generation and I am the champion you all so desperately crave to be. I can take anyone on this roster, top to bottom. And you, Dark Tiger, are most certainly on the bottom. For once in your life, Tiger, you get to actually make history. You will be the first of ten men who will fall to the most stupendous Television Championship reign of all time. Forget that walking Cialis advertisement, Nick Knight, you are looking at the best to ever put this championship around their waist. It won’t stop there, my friends. I will hold this title until I get what I am owed. This title belt is not just a symbol of my excellence, it is the true embodiment of what the future has in store for the IWF. I dare anyone to try and take it from me, because you will face the reality that you are not as good as the best. When I hold this championship, it is THE premier championship in this company. Don’t worry, boys and girls, I’ll get a hold of that elusive World Championship soon enough. Just give it time and about nine other douchebags that I have to steamroll.”
“‘B-b-but, Caleb, you should be defending your title every week!’ Says who? You dirt sheet readers and bed sheet wetters who think they know everything about the business? I’m sick and tired of hearing that I have to be wrestling every show. Listen, the suits pay me to show up, so I show up. It’s in my contract as champion. Do I have to wrestle every week? Hell no! Especially in… ugh, the United Kingdom? Give me a break. I’d rather wrestle in a bingo hall than be in the ring in front of these ingrates! At least the O2 Arena has some history, but it will be even more historic when Caleb Cannin walks into the building. London can finally have a champion to look up to instead of some shitty superior football team. Dark Tiger can look up to me too, as soon as he’s finished looking up at the lights.”
“Trust me, Tigger, you have made a grave mistake. Your emo bullshit won’t work on me, so I wouldn’t even try it. I’ve seen trees that look more intimidating than you do, and taller too! It doesn’t matter if you’re seven feet tall or seven inches tall, you will fall to your knees and your shoulder will get maimed at the hands of a man who is plain better than you.”
Rolling up his sleeve, he brings his wrist up to reveal a Rolex watch. He concentrates on the watch for a moment before turning back to the camera.
“It looks like my contractual promo time is up! Honestly, I’ve taken shits more stressful than that. Do I beat Dark Tiger at Odyssey? Without a doubt. Do I keep my status as THE greatest IWF World Television Champion? Absolutely. Do I, Caleb Cannin, believe that I am on the fast track to becoming the best in the world?”
Slowly taking off his sunglasses, he looks down the barrel of the camera.
“You bet your fucking ass I do. That’s why I hold this.”
He raises the championship up.
“So if you try to take this from me, know that you are going up against something that catches up with all men. You are fighting the inevitable. You are facing the undeniable.”
“You are stepping up to the Future.”
Well howdy there pardner.