Post by Calvin Ingram on Jan 14, 2013 22:03:11 GMT -4
*The Following Wasn't Shown On Meltdown Due To Controversey*
The Credit Union Center wasn’t prepared for the arrival of “Sir” Calvin Ingram. They didn’t expect to be visited by a man possessed by emotion. Everything wasn’t as it used to be. He had undergone plastic surgery after nearly dying in a fire at a Scottish nightclub. Miraculously he survived due to the C.I.A program codenamed: Butterfly. The serum healed him to an extent but extensive facial reconstruction was needed. He wasn’t the same man he used to see in the mirror. He still was a handsome young Scotsman and a warrior of immense skill. The deed was now done as he stood upon the roof of the Credit Union Center. He looked down at the parking lot filled with APW fans coming to see the future of this company. He knew that the APW had grown substantially, yet he could care less about the “C” show. Even if he had to earn his right to be back on the Asylum roster. That he so proudly was a part of months prior. He didn’t have to resort to being amongst those beneath him. The Armani suit with black loafers upon his feet made him look flawless. He didn’t have any remorse for his victims. He sure as hell didn’t sympathize with the rest of the human race. His fiancée’ died in that fire and with her his humanity was lost. He took out the golden locket with the picture of them together. He sighed to himself before noticing the camera was upon him. The live feed inside the Credit Union Center showed a very distraught individual whom the APW fans didn’t recognize. So instead of booing this individual they steadily cheered and he grinned.
Calvin Ingram: “Well let’s welcome the cavalry back to the company that Jeff built. I must have missed this sort of reception as the last time I was here you all thought I was sick. You all called my war against this company foolish. Yet, I must have woken up in the twilight zone as Phillip Atken is World Heavyweight Champion. I didn’t expect a good response from any of you. As the mere fact of the matter is I’m not a good person. If I was such a good person then the woman I love would still be alive. I should cast the first stone and shatter the glass that restrained me. I never was given the chance to earn your respect. And now you all want to cheer me. I don’t think you guys remember me. But I’m “Sir” Calvin Ingram… through misfortunes I’ve been away for far too long but I’m coming back. At Survive and Conquer I’m going to take the show hostage as I’m doing right now. You see I’m not going to wrestle for Meltdown ever. I am above this brand and Overdrive is an old folk’s home with a senile general manager. I am the lost inmate of the asylum and I need back in. Because I have to… I need to destroy the cancer that is Phil Atken.”
The crowd boos his disrespect to the Meltdown brand yet cheers his rant against Phil Atken. The man wasn’t the same Calvin Ingram and they knew it. Yet, could you trust him? How could you trust a man who would stab anyone in the back for a championship? The fan cautiously tries to feel him out to answer that question. Ingram quietly thinks to himself that he has them where he wants them. He speaks up above all the cheers and faint boos.
Calvin Ingram: “The mention of his name gets you guys heated as much as I do. The fact of the matter is I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay right here and be with you guys for a while. Just because I’m not wrestling tonight or legally contracted to appear it’s my call. I used to be a young caterpillar crawling my way through this business. Until one day I was eating till I was steadily plump. The plump caterpillar then was wrapped up inside a ball or cocoon. Then I waited until out hatched anew me in the form of a Butterfly. Now a Red Monarch flapping my wings into the feel of the breeze. Today I am better than I ever was. Surely all of you wish to become as great as I am. Clearly there is a lot of time and training that comes into doing just that. I don’t want anyone to feel ashamed or discouraged by the powers that be. I will lead all of you to the promise land. Follow the Red Monarch for he is a symbol that professional wrestling can stand behind.”
Footsteps are heard behind Calvin Ingram as he delivers his speech. Ingram knows exactly who they are. He knew that he would be in immense trouble for showing up unannounced and without a contract. He grins at the security guards. There were four of them exactly. Two buff black guys, a Samoan and a skinhead with a swastika tattoo on his left forearm. Ingram chuckled to see a Neo-Nazi working alongside the people he certainly hates. Calvin stands up slowly putting his hands up for the security guards to see. He then slowly backs up until he reaches the edge of the roof atop the Credit Union Center.
Security Guard #1:”You don’t have to back up so close to the edge. All we want to do is get you out of here before something bad happens. If you would have agreed to sign back to APW on the Meltdown brand you’d of gladly be welcome on the premises. Yet, you chose to do things in a difficult fashion.”
Calvin Ingram still has that sickening grin on his face he stands atop the ledge. The skinhead and the Samoan security guards inch closer to him slowly as the other black security guard speak. The crowd doesn’t know what to expect as this scene seems so surreal.
Security Guard #2: “Is this what you want man? You want to end up in a body bag for going off a roof ledge on live television. You hate this company so much you’ll cause this sort of media and PR nightmare. Just forget about your vendetta with President Jeff, Phil Atken and this company as a whole and go home.”Calvin Ingram chuckles to himself before staring coldly at the security guards.
Calvin Ingram: “I have no home!!!”
Calvin throws himself backward as the security guards scream obscenities. The body of Ingram gets lost in the breeze as the guards slowly look over the ledge. There’s no sign of Calvin Ingram only the faint sound of his laughter. He truly has evolved from being mildly crazy to a raving lunatic. In time they will all know the true purpose of the butterfly effect. Kill one and hundreds of thousands will die maybe even millions. The world as we know it is boiling over on an axis. One day we all will be extinct but the Butterfly remains for an eternity.
Dick Harris:” We have seen a lot of things on this program but that was insane. I will always be a fan of the Red Monarch but what’s his beef with Atken. They are from the same country.”
Shane West: “There’s a time where boundaries are crossed. I think Calvin Ingram has blurred the boundaries to his own sickening gain. I hope President Jeff files a suit against this lunatic before any other damage occurs.”
