Post by Calvin Ingram on Jun 17, 2012 0:38:21 GMT -4
Japan, the Land of the Rising Sun, the last bastion of all that is righteous and pure in pro wrestling. A place where the few remaining veracious athletes of the sport pour their blood, sweat and tears into a melting pot of passion and grit. A place where true fans assemble to appreciate real wrestling performed by real wrestlers with drive and conviction. But Calvin Ingram knows that even Japan hasn’t escaped the besmirching hand of farcical wrestling and the depraved, organized bloodshed of hardcore wrestling. After growing up under the influence of the ludicrous spectacle that is APW, (among various UK promotions on Sky Sports) “Sir” Ingram dubbed himself as somewhat of a free thinker, choosing to shun their unscrupulous image to embrace “real wrestling” abroad in Japan. Having already learned the basics at home in Scotland, Ingram thought himself something of an expert when he wheeled into the NJPW Dojo, highfalutin and cocky, but the trainers soon whipped him into shape, and after undergoing the most torturous but indispensable six months of his entire life, Calvin emerged as a bona fide wrestler. And now, having plied his trade abroad amongst some of the finest wrestlers on the entire planet, Ingram has returned as a “herald of true wrestling” to the United States, intending to purge the world of: “Sports Entertainment”.
Sitting alone inside the squalor of an unkempt, filthy locker room, Calvin Ingram unlatched the strap of his leather bound notebook, fiddled the narrow paper pages open and with the click of his pen began to hastily scribble down his scattered thoughts, mere moments before his off-screen announcement at an Asylum live event. Calvin knew he’d be ridiculed for his principles and requested a private locker room upon arrival, where he could properly prepare for his match without those other delinquents distracting him, but the organizers had laughed in his face, and placed him inside a room of such repugnant fetor that Calvin wondered if he’d be better off setting up inside a stall in the men’s bathroom. Nonetheless, he focused his mind and blocked out all intrinsic and extrinsic distractions so he could write, a skill his trainers in NJPW had instilled him with.
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MEMOIRS OF A SCOTTISH KING
15th of June 2012: The Awakening.[/color]
This is the first of what I hope will be many entries. I’m on the cusp of embarking upon the long journey of cleansing North American wrestling from the wretched state it’s fallen into. One day, as I read this diary in retrospect, I hope to have infused APW with the same sense of pride and honor that is found in Japan, my home away from home where I learned everything I know about wrestling in its purest form; or at the very least promulgate my cause and capture a major championship to consolidate myself. What I hope to do is bold, but it’s entirely necessary; I simply couldn’t sit idly by, even at the zenith of pro wrestling in NJPW, when I was aware of the dire antics being performed here in APW as well in PW.
This marks the inception of pure wrestling to APW, a refined blend of technique, passion and tenacity; or in other words, the antithesis of the sloppy conglomeration of money, flash and fatuity that I see before me now. I suppose you could call it a crusade of sorts……I like that….it has a nice ring to it: “The Crusader”. That is what I have become; a crusader and these are my chronicles, which will outline my gallant foray into the turbulent seas that are APW. Change is coming and a great wrestling reform will ensue! I could scrawl my ambitions over these pages all night, but the time has come for me to depart and mark my first live announcement for the company I seek to revolutionize.
Pride and Honor,
- - - Calvin[/i][/color][/font][/size][/blockquote]
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The scene opens up inside the arena, the lights have already dimmed down, as "Interlude I (Opiate Soul)" is playing, the crowd looks around confused as suddenly, moonlight slowly illuminates the arena.A minute or so passes, and the crowd finally erupts in mixed reaction as "Digital Bath" by The Deftones plays and a video showing The Scottish Tormentor begins playing as well.The crowd jeers even louder as Calvin walks out, He looks around the sold out arena at every fan, almost everyone is cheering, while a small few are still throwing boos and jeers towards his direction, though they barely bothered him.Calvin slowly walked down towards the ring, halfway towards the ring, the broke into a run, and when he was close enough, he jumped onto the ring apron. He looked at the crowd once more before hopping over the ropes.He slowly walked to the other side of the ring and asked for a microphone.Once he was handed one, he turned around and walked towards the middle of the ring and walks towards it, as his theme died down, the cheers grew louder.He looked around once more and smiled.
Calvin Ingram: See...this is one of the reasons why I came to the United States, I mean, sure...Japan was great, Japan was amazing it was one of the most enjoyable moments in my lifetime...but there is nothing in this world or the next that can compare to the feeling of thousands upon thousands of the great wrestling fans of Action Packed Wrestling!!!
Crowd surprisingly cheers as Calvin Ingram finishes what he says.
Calvin Ingram: I've been everywhere on this planet. I've been to Mexico, I've visited the good places and even the bad places, I've been to Canada, I've seen The Dungeon and I met one of my childhood favorites, Bret Hart. I've been to Germany; I've walked through an underground passage that was once used by the Nazi's. I've been to England, I've met 's Father...Hell, I've even fought him...and I'll say this with pride and honor, he kicked my ass...while in Japan, I visited some historical landmarks, I even went and saw that large ass Gundam they've been building.Not to mention, I met some damn good fighters like Tony Jaa.I've wrestled against greats like Jushin Liger and Kenta Kobashi.But no matter where I went or what I did...I always knew that the place where I belonged was the good ol' USA. Scotland may have the good haggish, but goddamn it;you have the Whitehouse & Mount Rushmore!
The crowd once again cheers. Calvin Ingram can hear a number of fans doing a few USA Chants.
Calvin Ingram: Now...onto the topic at hand. I am here, back in the country that I would gladly fight and die for...because of this war for the control of APW. I have already made my decision, and have sided with the good guys, the legends that know what the hell they are actually doing. I have joined Turner, Abigail, and???...now I find myself part of this war, fighting to revive wrestling to its former glory...but into the way it is now by one Hurricane Jeff. I find my first task to be a fairly difficult one...but one that I will enjoy taking on...I will be going up against three of Jeffrey's lackeys...Chaz Dillinger, Suzuki & Warren Peace.As many of you know, Dillinger is a man who thinks that he is the Second Coming. He thinks that because he has been "Revolutionary” his entire life, he thinks he is better than you and I...but what Chaz doesn't know is that he and I are the same...I have never been one to miss out on change...nor have I put a cancerous lease on holding back my message. Does that make be believe that I am better than all of you? NO! Absolutely not! I am like each and every one of you, a human being. A human with my own unique pros and cons.Chaz Dillinger has let this T.R.I bullshit go to his mind, and he thinks he's some kind of holy figure...Chaz, to me, you're nothing more than a false prophet.
Calvin Ingram paces the ring a bit, looking at the stage.
Calvin Ingram: Chaz Dillinger, you better pray to whatever god you worship...even if your god is your reflection in the mirror...I want you to pray...because once you step in the ring...no religion will save you from me...I am going to beat every single piece of that revolutionary bullshit out of you...I don't care if my beating turns you into a chronic drinker and smoker, to the point where your liver fails and all of your hair falls off your body...I don't care if your lungs get blackened...all you need to worry about is our match in two goddamn days... and the moment of me kicking your ass on that day I’ll advise you come out quickly...so that I may give you a life-altering beat down...Pride, honor and respect.These are three things which I stand for wholeheartedly.They are three things which I will never compromise, not for your farcical, flashy way of promoting wrestling or for you fans, who sadly, are lost on me because you’ve been tainted by APW’s propaganda machine.
Suddenly, the crowd’s reaction changed to a violent upsurge of boos, taking Calvin aback.
Calvin Ingram: Really? There isn’t a free thinker among any of you? It’s sad, I’m beginning to think I’m the only one here who truly understands wrestling…But that is beside the point right now. What matters is what I stand for and what I plan to do. You see, my name is The Crusader, I’ve come from the land of real wrestling: Japan, and I plan to whitewash your tainted organization with pure wrestling. And thus, I’m leading a crusade; I’m a reformer…….a visionary……
As the reaction becomes increasingly unfavorable, Calvin’s demeanor and tone of voice becomes more volatile in direct correspondence with the crowd.
Calvin Ingram: ….And just because you sniveling sheep can’t see past the garbage you’ve been brought up on doesn’t mean I’ll become disheartened. What did you do while I toiled and fought for honor and reverence abroad in the NJPW dojo? I’ll tell you what! You picked your noses in your pick-up trucks, parked beside the portable TV-set in the trailer park! That’s right! And do you know what you were watching? ‘Prow ‘rasslin!’…
The crowd burst into vehement jeers as Calvin assumes the mocking accent, but he persists, beginning to revel in his words….
Calvin Ingram: But I’m here to change that, I’m a herald of pure wrestling; bringing light where there is nothing but darkness, but sadly, I think everyone here is beyond redemption, because you’re already blind….Wake up people and don’t let Hurricane Jeff & his circus on wheels corrupt your hearts. In two days I’ll have to batter my old enemy Isamu Suzuki, eat the heart of Chaz Dillinger, skin alive Warren Peace and set fire to that scum of a Prolife champion. Why do I have to? To make sure that this very company and the state of professional wrestling stays put. How quaint that Chaz says I’m killing this business when he’s been flash in the pan ever since cutting away Nathaniel Havok. He’s lucky enough to be riding Callahan’s coattails as without the T.R.I he’s nothing. I am the most captivating figure on the whole god damn Asylum roster and I’m going to prove it. Reginald Schmidt you are going to have blood on your freaking hands as this mark my awakening. My potential, the hard work in being the all-around greatest wrestler begins in 48 hours. As I’m the total best as is but it’s time everyone sees just that. The loyal fans in the cheap seats to the sheep watching at home in their overweight glory.
With a regretful shake of his head, “Sir” Calvin allowed the microphone to slip free of his grasp and he exited to the back, his head bowed in shame the entire time beneath a shower of harsh jeers.
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words;2,000
music;Get Throwed by Bun B
outfit;Fine Threads
credits; zie @ CAUTION!
lyrics by fun.!
