Post by Calvin Ingram on Jun 15, 2012 13:15:22 GMT -4
when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER
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There’s a thing about arrogance that sours people’s stomachs.Why does it sour people’s stomachs some may ask?Well it’s one thing to be arrogant and it’s another thing to be confident.Chaz Dillinger was nothing but arrogance and ill-fated bravado.There’s nothing to describe the immense reaching of Calvin Ingram who’s been underestimated from DAY ONE. He’s beaten the current Xtreme Champion John Dionysus, Matt Matlock, Yarmouth, Cobra and the list goes on.But has he ever gone to the lengths of Chaz Dillinger at a live press conference no less. He wants to publicize his betrayals of the one who taught him the art of being on his back.Well, “Sir” Calvin Ingram will deliver a final nail in the coffin to his shitty career.The mere thought of him touching his godly physique made Calvin Ingram cringe as the crowd of every major outlet gathered in capacity. It is Midnight June 10th, as Ingram sits in the den of his illustrious castle in Edinburgh, Scotland.
The blue silky pajamas of Ingram apparent as his assistant Ms.Abigail Desmond & his protégé Matthew Turner are surrounding their fearless leader. He gets up eying the reporters as they continue to flash the cameras at him. He stops eying something in the distance; the reporters notice a shadowy figure outside the window opposite the den’s fireplace. “Sir” Ingram smiles as he knows very damn well that the figure was the final piece to his quartet. But he wasn’t going to be revealed just yet. If the people want to know the identity so bad then they’d have to simply stay tuned in to Calvin’s actions. Calvin’s butler Remus Cadbury Esquire placed a tray filled with an assortment of goodies before leaving him to his presentation. The man simply coughed before eying the various television cameras in front of him with a devious stare.
Calvin Ingram: Phillip Atken, the product of Scottish inbreeding deflowered my warring efforts in our fateful meeting on Asylum. But this isn’t the end of me or is it a sign of me losing my grip. I’ve arranged this little get together after seeing Chaz Dillinger’s little press conference turn out like proverbial shit. This is my way of showing him how to conduct himself properly amongst common guest and the common medial network. Behest he went off on his mentor and ridiculed the gimmickry of professional wrestling on the eighth of June. I don’t consider him a grave danger, a threat or a competent individual. He isn’t even worried about the three men who very may well leave him a bloodied mess and go on to face Michael Callahan.
The prolife era is like an ill-fated joke, you hate to laugh at it but it’s pretty damn humorous. Reginald Schmidt the lowly general manager who works for President Jeffrey thinks he’s doing a good job. You’re an asshole and so are the other so called general managers of the entire APW. I hate to be politically incorrect but simply it’s a shame you have a job. I busted my ass in bare knuckles brawls as an adolescent right here in Edinburgh, Scotland, Yeah, that may be a cheap plug but not as cheap as Michael Callahan paying for underage Filipino prostitutes. I don’t like being the one to air dirty laundry but this press conference is the only way to get me noticed. It’s going to play over and over in Chaz Dillinger’s head to let him know who exactly I am and the reason why I’m going to not only win two matches in one night but also end Michael Callahan’s fucking career.
The Traditional Restoration Initiative wants to take over the APW; they are the true villains in this scenario preying on an already unstable company. I’m the one true savior of the WRESTLING business hold out your hands world and let me be your martyr, let me lead you into a new age of professional wrestling. The golden age of 1987 made wrestling mean something and by god it shall mean something again. In order for wrestling to be given longevity and its former glory restored the weak links have to be sacrificed. And my sword is ready to cut away the people who ruined this great business. I’m starting with these miscreants Warren Peace, that dishonorable shit stain Isamu Suzuki and lastly Chaz Dillinger.
Calvin Ingram pauses on his words pondering deeply evaluating the current situation very closely but again Chaz Dillinger acted like he was bigger than his opponents. Don’t you ever overlook a capable and calculating adversary or you may very well have a lost in your record. “The Scottish Tormentor” didn’t just want to beat Chaz and the others. But more than anything he wanted to send a message to the man he was truly trying to eliminate Hurricane Jeff. Jeffrey’s so called leadership having put the state of the wrestling business in its current critical condition. But, he isn’t the only offender surely.
Ingram: There’s a hidden agenda in most political function as you may consider this a public address. As you all may know being a King I’m nothing like a politician. I’m a god damn royal saint who is issuing a royal decree for another chance at showing up my opponents. Maybe it’s my civil duty as king to expose them as vile and despicable miscreants. Juvenile delinquents who think they deserve every hand out spoon fed to them in a hot woman in a push-up bra. Deep down I’m calling newsflash as there is nothing more than men and women expecting handouts. They call me a bad guy, Satan reincarnated as I’m outspoken, rich, handsome and talented. At least I’ve never have to stoop to lowly levels to get my point across. Like when I battered Isamu Suzuki across the god damned canvas leaving him in a pool of his selfish insecurities. Warren Peace is a man who has given his all for the APW. But he’s not going to ever get the respect he deserves because President Jeff is a liar.
Who promises his so called Megastars to reach for the brass ring but when they want something so bad he yanks it away. He only rewards the one who will bend down to stroke his scrotum. Simply that’s sexual harassment making a mockery of the sport I love. It’s something very competitive, cutting edge and it’s my vice. Some use drugs, some use alcoholic beverages, some often use sex but I’m getting off on pure wrestling competition.And trust me Suzuki, Callahan, and Dillinger there’s a new guard coming to restore order amongst all of you.Believe me when I say it can get really nasty out there is a reason why wrestling needs to be cleansed.Think of me as the proactive of Action Packed Wrestling cleansing every single pimple off the face of this great organization.I don’t want to own this place but I’m going to find someone who actually knows what the hell they’re doing. Someone who actually gives two shits about the professional wrestling business from a whole perspective. But enough about me I’m going to open the floor for a couple questions from the various media outlets here.I think there’s enough time for three or four questions.I’m picky with this one but up first Rory McGregor from The Daily Record with question numero Uno.
A blonde haired man that looks to be in his early thirties looks through his notes of the royal decree before voicing his question toward “The Scottish Tormentor”.
McGregor: Why did you become a wrestler after your dad was a member of the armed forces?
Calvin Ingram grins at the question before sipping from his coffee cup then setting it down to deliver and answer to Mister McGregor’s questions.
Ingram: I trained in different styles of fighting as a child had the best teachers of educational advances and I was built to become a soldier then transition to the throne. But my father wanted me to do something worthwhile albeit thee was the gimmick of where I came from. The character was even walking around here acting as if there was a cult who tried to kill me. Yes, I was almost killed once but that was for a crime I didn’t commit. Now I sit before you heading into a second chance to prove my worth and I’m going to beat three ingrates without breaking a sweat before taking a chunk out of a politicians backstabbing arse in Michael Callahan. Sorry thought I’d have time for three questions it’d have to be one last one but in two parts. Anyone has the floor...GO!
The reporters are loudly scrambling for “Sir” Calvin Ingram’s attention yet a young female reporter caught his eye. Ingrid Chavez from Wrestlezone.com eyed her notes through her diamond studded bifocals before exclaiming her ensuing question in the direction of the calculating “Scottish Tormentor”.
Chavez: What’s your strategy heading into the first blood battle royal? And if you win and beat Callahan do you deserve a prolife title opportunity?
Calvin just stands up and does golf clap as that question was asked the reporters watching his every move. He then opens his silk panama top showing off his slim, lean and muscular earlier twenties physique.
Ingram: You see I’ve been training for this moment my whole damn life and nothing can stop me from railroading these jerk offs in this battle royal. I’m the only thing royal about the whole god damn match up. I’m a walking, talking and breathing nuclear weapon. And Miss Chaves I’m armed, dangerous and locked on my target. The winner of Test for the Best is granted a chance to not only participate but to headline the Shockwave pay per view event. I want that as badly as Chaz Dillinger, Warren Peace & Isamu Suzuki combined.
Why does Chaz want to win? Just to move on to get another shot at Sally Talfourd I presume. She bested you on more than one occasion as much as you wish that wasn’t the case. It’s my destiny nothing can stop me from achieving my goal of winning this tournament and the first blood battle royal. I’m going out to that ring Us Airways Center in Phoenix, Arizona which is also home to my other employer the great Phoenix Wrestling. To go to war with three other men who all want to face Michael Callahan and be one step closer toward Main Eventing Shockwave.
Yet, they will witness why I’ve dedicated my life to this profession, training nonstop until I’m literally crawling through each exercise but to still finish. It’s then upon completion of training there’s the next step to inflict physical harm on your adversary. The moment when you grind your opponent’s bones into dust is solidifying as it ever was.Yet it means something much more. It’s like a new high that you’ve discovered or it’s like your first sexual experience. The feeling you have is so sensational that you will never and I mean never forget it. I won’t be tricked into any traps, don’t expect me to be outsmarted by anyone until I’m your new Undisputed or World Heavyweight Champion of the entire Action Packed Wrestling world. At times I feel like it’s getting old being screwed out of something I know is in fingers length. I don't know how much fight is left in these veins, but what I do know is that my time to call it quits isn’t here yet. This old cowboy still has a chance to make his dreams come true, and I'll be damned if I give that dream up without a fight. I’m going to walk out of Phoenix, Arizona punching my ticket in the wrestling history books for the greater good. My purpose is to make sure this business flourishes and it will in my victory.
The scene fades as Calvin bids Farwell, subjects.
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