Post by Michael Callahan on Aug 25, 2012 18:31:05 GMT -4
When we last left Callahan he was in hysterics on his door step, now he's dried away his salty tears and taken to the classic youtube blogging he relied upon when he wanted to get something off his chest. It'd been long overdue and with so much having happened since Test for the Best, Callahan couldn't find a better time than now to speak his mind and say how things really are in his mind going into the most important match of his career, a match where he will have no other objective shy of climbing a ladder and bringing down his beloved title just as it would be him hanging it up there to start the match.
With that said? Callahan's face was a blank slate of emotionless demeanor. No feelings of joy reflected through his smugly grin. No pain from the heartbreak he'd been trying to mask up like Watergate. Just straight talk from a real American Hero.
Michael Callahan: So here we are sports fans. It's that time once again where I arrive at yet another important crossroad in the ever twisting highway that is my Action Packed Wrestling career. It's been a long journey to get here made all the more strenuous by the sizable target that my cumbersome Pro Life Championship presents. Yet here I stand once again on the eve before a pay-per-view ready to face insurmountable odds in another bar-raising effort.
Every major match I have been in since my arrival here raises the stakes just that little bit more. The stakes get higher, the calibre of the competition gets tougher and once again people continue to doubt my ability to perservere and pull out the win. Such is the American way. Now I thought that facing Sally Talfourd at Mayhem was a true test of my abilities but that challenge will pale in comparison to what I'll have to endure this TLC travesty at Shockwave if I wish to remain Pro Life Champion...
Reginald Schmidt making this match a TLC match is an unashamed travesty of the highest order. It's a poor decision which shouldn't have happened and shouldn't ever happen again. I'm no introvert. I've told everyone a thousand times again who I am and what I stand for. He knows I am against excessive brutality and weaponry. He knows I fight with my mind and not with furniture.
Yet Schmidt wants me, a man who's belt stands against everything that is wrong with this industry to engage in a no-frills, no limits brawl with three rotten and dangerous individuals who don't just enjoy this kind of match but prosper and thrive in it. As if being outnumbered three to one in a ring full of people that hate me wasn't bad enough, they throw me out of my element and into theirs to make me holding onto this gold an impossiblity. Abuse of power doesn't even begin to describe the mockery that this TLC match will be.
Yet somehow despite every conceivable auxiliary going against me, I can find solace and strength in facing this storm. A great woman and a shining example to us all, the legendary Dame Margaret Thatcher once said that “The Lady Is Not For Turning”. Well y'know what? I'm no lady but I'm definitely not for turning. When I step into that ring tomorrow night at Shockwave I shan't be conforming to their wicked ways, I won't be using a weapon or going “Hardcore”. I'll be playing by my rules even if nobody else will.
It may be to my detriment. It may cost me my Pro Life title. It may even end my career thanks to my unwillingness to sink to their level but y'know what? I'll have the satisfaction of knowing I stuck to my guns. My pride and my beliefs has cost me my fiancé, my best and dearest friends and even my own family and without those convictions? I'd have nothing. I'd just be a broken shell of a man with NOTHING left to live for.
And so with that in mind it's time to discuss the rogues gallery that they've assembled for Asylum's knight in white armour, The Great American Freight Train and wrestling's only ever Pro Life champion to overcome and boy let me tell you, they couldn't have assembled a more sordid bunch if they tried.
You have a man who's comical hijinx appear innocuous enough but mask a deep incompetence reflected in his cataclysmically low self-worth. You have an urbanite hoodlum who's core purpose in life is to disregard women and acquire currency, a grossly offensive summation of what society is becoming and finally you have the most contemptable of creatues. You have this awful human being, a true beast of malice in the form of Jason Kash who's very well and truly the Joker to my Batman. He is the chaos to my order and exists only to antagonise me. A man that truly must be stopped..
A basic rundown of his opponents allowed Callahan to warm people up to the context and where he was going with his tangent but now he was about to press deeper with his razor sharp scalpel lips. Slicing into the beating heart of Jair Hopkins was the first move on the agenda.
Michael Callahan: First up is Jair Hopkins, J-Hop. The wrestler sibling of IHOP. While the restaurant branch formerly known as the International House of Pancakes claims to be everything you love about breakfast, J-Hop is everything I despise about modern society and the youth of today. I've heard all the stories about how J-Hop doesn't let his lowly origins define who he is and I of all people, an urbanite of inner city Seattle can appreciate that but what I don't admire is his crass lying and his attempts to deceive the Asylum fans into believing he's an okay guy.
You hear all the time about how he's respectful, kind, praising of those who paved the way. Heck, not too long ago him and I were discussing our mutual love of Public Enemy on Twitterscape and yet through his supposed respect he somehow found it in himself to take fancy to that gang mugging of me that occurred just this past week. He is a sickening traitor to the image he portrays as is evidenced by his gross assault of me just this past week.
I also don't admire how his generation seem to believe that those that paid the way owe him something. Kids like Jair are handed opportunities day after day to try and make something of themselves without any of the graft and hard work people like me had to put in while waiting for his holiness to arrive. He was barely on Meltdown a month before he mouthed his way into a spot on the Asylum roster and put an immense amount of effort into riding the coattails of Johnny Sykes and Jason Kash's hellacious battle for a chance at my Pro Life championship.
He didn't win the match. He wasn't even pinned. He had absolutely nothing to do with the decision and has no place being involved in this contest yet someone upstairs believes his hype, that he is every bit worth his salt and that he's worth facing a champion of my calibre when really all he was was an innocent bystander that was lucky to get caught in the blast of their nuclear war.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not going to knock the kids talent. His limited performances here have been something impressive. I'm not going to pretend that Obama nose-diving this country straight into the River Styx is the reason Jair has been invited to the dance. The kid can fight but does he deserve to walk into this title match the way he has? Heck no.
And before you tell me “Oh, well you got a title shot in your first ever APW match”? Wake up and smell the coffee. I toiled and plundered in the hardcore circuits of Japan to hone my craft. I fought for my country and had to defeat four monstrous competitors to win my beloved Pro Life Championship. What has Jair Hopkins done huh? Nothing. Considering he comes from a generation that seems to encourage wearing your pants low, it's fitting that in this match he's well and truly been caught with his pants around his ankles by having to go toe to toe with an American Hero and a true athlete the likes of which Asylum has never seen before.
Resentment for Jair Hopkins dramatic rise to the top is a sore spot for Callahan yet his argument couldn't really be faulted. He definitely had his points to make but whether the average wrestling fan, or anyone who wasn't part of the “constituents” would actually agree with him was definitely a political hot potato. Now it was time for him to turn his sour tongue to rip apart a newer nemesis who until recently had been shrouded into obscurity until bursting on the scene sometime before Meltdown arrived.
Michael Callahan: Then of course there's Johnny Sykes, a man I can at least admire somewhat because he didn't appear yesterday as some self-important up and comer from Meltdown. In fact I can almost sympathise with Sykes because of his plight. He's been hugely overlooked since his arrival here by most of the fans who thought he was just another laugh track to try and keep things light-hearted on Asylum, the jester if you will to juggle in the ring while my constituents wondered where I was and bought sodie pop.
Don't worry though Sykes, I've noticed you. I noticed you since you threatened to stave my head in with a crowbar at Mayhem when I tried to talk to Sally Talfourd and make things right. How you prevented me from working things out with her. Well y'know how that one ended? I ended up busting her face open and choking her out cold. That blood wasn't on my hands Sykes. It was all yours for sticking your nose where it didn't belong.
Oh yeah John boy. That's right. And y'know what? I can't say I'm surprised. You fraudulently acted in the name of justice but all you've attempted to do since you've arrived is stir the pot. You call yourself “The Original Prankster” when really you're a glorified trouble-maker posing as light entertainment. I can see clean through you Sykes and let me tell you something, I'm not laughing anymore. The time for jokes and chuckles is over son. You crossed me at Mayhem and like everyone else in this match, you crossed me by attacking me during the celebration of my glorious title reign.
I wasn't hurting anyone, I wasn't doing anybody any harm but yet you took it upon yourself to act as the perennial agent of chaos and stick your nose in where it didn't belong. Maybe it was because you felt justified to attack me out of jealousy of my success and how you've been ignored, maybe it was because you just wanted to get your name out and cause some trouble. All I know is this won't go ignored when we step in through those ropes.
Callahan cleared his throat for the final time. Now it was time to turn his attention to his most hated opponent in the match and quite possibly all of Asylum, a man who he would ordinarily refer to as being a “vile idiot” but today would get the full treatment and explanation as to Callahan's despisal of one of APW's most popular chaps.
Michael Callahan: And lastly? We come to you, Jason Kash. A man who I can honestly say without question is my official Asylum arch-nemesis and someone I look forward to tearing apart inside that ring at Shockwave. You are my antithesis and my greatest foe. I am a man of honesty, principle and virtue.
You are a loathsome, contemptable, cowardly creature who cares only for himself and not for the well being of others as is exemplified by the way you flaunt yourself and your pot leaves. You don't care about anyone or anything but yourself and getting your fix. You're a filthy, vile, ugly little toothless junkie and I can only hope that people like you, the trash of our glorious species aren't ever allowed to produce. Lest the genes that you carry in your wretched body be passed onto some poor child.
Words can't even begin to encapsulate how much I detest your very existence. I've always disliked you but I knew from that moment at the Experts tournament where you blew marijuana smoke right in my face that I had to be your judge, jury and executioner for the disgusting crimes you perpetuate on Asylum. You bring violence, deceipt, slaughter to these once noble lands and along with Reginald Schmidt are the driving forces behind pushing Asylum off the cliff and into the tumbling abyss that people like myself worked so hard to drag it out of.
Every action you do it seems is almost completely intended to negate mine and I simply can not abide you being here anymore. To let you take my title would be a travesty Jason, it simply can not happen. No longer will I let you bully your way around here. Your time is through Kash. Goodbye.
Everything I've ever worked for is symbolised right here with this Pro Life Championship. It embellishes everything I'm worth, everything I stand for. I may not be willing to raise an object in offence to protect this but I will exhaust every alternative to see to it that I return home with the peacocks feather in my cap, the jewel in my crown, the notch in my belt. This championship is synonymous with Michael Callahan's legacy, it is everything I have achieved and everything I will achieve as an American Hero by which the standard is set and a pledge that a better Asylum is in the ranks.
Without this? There is no standard by which to set. No icon for the greater good. Just hopelessness, decay, and despair. That is why I will put everything on the line and make the ultimate sacrifice if necessary to keep this belt. The only way you Jason, Jair and Johnny will ever tear this title from my hands is if you do so from my cold, dead fingers... and that? That my friends is a promise. My name is Michael Callahan... and I approve this message.
With everything he needed to say once and for all off his chest, Callahan finally switched off his camera and slunk back into his chair to light a cigarette as he mentally prepared himself for the battle that awaited in that fateful TLC match.
Fade.
With that said? Callahan's face was a blank slate of emotionless demeanor. No feelings of joy reflected through his smugly grin. No pain from the heartbreak he'd been trying to mask up like Watergate. Just straight talk from a real American Hero.
Michael Callahan: So here we are sports fans. It's that time once again where I arrive at yet another important crossroad in the ever twisting highway that is my Action Packed Wrestling career. It's been a long journey to get here made all the more strenuous by the sizable target that my cumbersome Pro Life Championship presents. Yet here I stand once again on the eve before a pay-per-view ready to face insurmountable odds in another bar-raising effort.
Every major match I have been in since my arrival here raises the stakes just that little bit more. The stakes get higher, the calibre of the competition gets tougher and once again people continue to doubt my ability to perservere and pull out the win. Such is the American way. Now I thought that facing Sally Talfourd at Mayhem was a true test of my abilities but that challenge will pale in comparison to what I'll have to endure this TLC travesty at Shockwave if I wish to remain Pro Life Champion...
Reginald Schmidt making this match a TLC match is an unashamed travesty of the highest order. It's a poor decision which shouldn't have happened and shouldn't ever happen again. I'm no introvert. I've told everyone a thousand times again who I am and what I stand for. He knows I am against excessive brutality and weaponry. He knows I fight with my mind and not with furniture.
Yet Schmidt wants me, a man who's belt stands against everything that is wrong with this industry to engage in a no-frills, no limits brawl with three rotten and dangerous individuals who don't just enjoy this kind of match but prosper and thrive in it. As if being outnumbered three to one in a ring full of people that hate me wasn't bad enough, they throw me out of my element and into theirs to make me holding onto this gold an impossiblity. Abuse of power doesn't even begin to describe the mockery that this TLC match will be.
Yet somehow despite every conceivable auxiliary going against me, I can find solace and strength in facing this storm. A great woman and a shining example to us all, the legendary Dame Margaret Thatcher once said that “The Lady Is Not For Turning”. Well y'know what? I'm no lady but I'm definitely not for turning. When I step into that ring tomorrow night at Shockwave I shan't be conforming to their wicked ways, I won't be using a weapon or going “Hardcore”. I'll be playing by my rules even if nobody else will.
It may be to my detriment. It may cost me my Pro Life title. It may even end my career thanks to my unwillingness to sink to their level but y'know what? I'll have the satisfaction of knowing I stuck to my guns. My pride and my beliefs has cost me my fiancé, my best and dearest friends and even my own family and without those convictions? I'd have nothing. I'd just be a broken shell of a man with NOTHING left to live for.
And so with that in mind it's time to discuss the rogues gallery that they've assembled for Asylum's knight in white armour, The Great American Freight Train and wrestling's only ever Pro Life champion to overcome and boy let me tell you, they couldn't have assembled a more sordid bunch if they tried.
You have a man who's comical hijinx appear innocuous enough but mask a deep incompetence reflected in his cataclysmically low self-worth. You have an urbanite hoodlum who's core purpose in life is to disregard women and acquire currency, a grossly offensive summation of what society is becoming and finally you have the most contemptable of creatues. You have this awful human being, a true beast of malice in the form of Jason Kash who's very well and truly the Joker to my Batman. He is the chaos to my order and exists only to antagonise me. A man that truly must be stopped..
A basic rundown of his opponents allowed Callahan to warm people up to the context and where he was going with his tangent but now he was about to press deeper with his razor sharp scalpel lips. Slicing into the beating heart of Jair Hopkins was the first move on the agenda.
Michael Callahan: First up is Jair Hopkins, J-Hop. The wrestler sibling of IHOP. While the restaurant branch formerly known as the International House of Pancakes claims to be everything you love about breakfast, J-Hop is everything I despise about modern society and the youth of today. I've heard all the stories about how J-Hop doesn't let his lowly origins define who he is and I of all people, an urbanite of inner city Seattle can appreciate that but what I don't admire is his crass lying and his attempts to deceive the Asylum fans into believing he's an okay guy.
You hear all the time about how he's respectful, kind, praising of those who paved the way. Heck, not too long ago him and I were discussing our mutual love of Public Enemy on Twitterscape and yet through his supposed respect he somehow found it in himself to take fancy to that gang mugging of me that occurred just this past week. He is a sickening traitor to the image he portrays as is evidenced by his gross assault of me just this past week.
I also don't admire how his generation seem to believe that those that paid the way owe him something. Kids like Jair are handed opportunities day after day to try and make something of themselves without any of the graft and hard work people like me had to put in while waiting for his holiness to arrive. He was barely on Meltdown a month before he mouthed his way into a spot on the Asylum roster and put an immense amount of effort into riding the coattails of Johnny Sykes and Jason Kash's hellacious battle for a chance at my Pro Life championship.
He didn't win the match. He wasn't even pinned. He had absolutely nothing to do with the decision and has no place being involved in this contest yet someone upstairs believes his hype, that he is every bit worth his salt and that he's worth facing a champion of my calibre when really all he was was an innocent bystander that was lucky to get caught in the blast of their nuclear war.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not going to knock the kids talent. His limited performances here have been something impressive. I'm not going to pretend that Obama nose-diving this country straight into the River Styx is the reason Jair has been invited to the dance. The kid can fight but does he deserve to walk into this title match the way he has? Heck no.
And before you tell me “Oh, well you got a title shot in your first ever APW match”? Wake up and smell the coffee. I toiled and plundered in the hardcore circuits of Japan to hone my craft. I fought for my country and had to defeat four monstrous competitors to win my beloved Pro Life Championship. What has Jair Hopkins done huh? Nothing. Considering he comes from a generation that seems to encourage wearing your pants low, it's fitting that in this match he's well and truly been caught with his pants around his ankles by having to go toe to toe with an American Hero and a true athlete the likes of which Asylum has never seen before.
Resentment for Jair Hopkins dramatic rise to the top is a sore spot for Callahan yet his argument couldn't really be faulted. He definitely had his points to make but whether the average wrestling fan, or anyone who wasn't part of the “constituents” would actually agree with him was definitely a political hot potato. Now it was time for him to turn his sour tongue to rip apart a newer nemesis who until recently had been shrouded into obscurity until bursting on the scene sometime before Meltdown arrived.
Michael Callahan: Then of course there's Johnny Sykes, a man I can at least admire somewhat because he didn't appear yesterday as some self-important up and comer from Meltdown. In fact I can almost sympathise with Sykes because of his plight. He's been hugely overlooked since his arrival here by most of the fans who thought he was just another laugh track to try and keep things light-hearted on Asylum, the jester if you will to juggle in the ring while my constituents wondered where I was and bought sodie pop.
Don't worry though Sykes, I've noticed you. I noticed you since you threatened to stave my head in with a crowbar at Mayhem when I tried to talk to Sally Talfourd and make things right. How you prevented me from working things out with her. Well y'know how that one ended? I ended up busting her face open and choking her out cold. That blood wasn't on my hands Sykes. It was all yours for sticking your nose where it didn't belong.
Oh yeah John boy. That's right. And y'know what? I can't say I'm surprised. You fraudulently acted in the name of justice but all you've attempted to do since you've arrived is stir the pot. You call yourself “The Original Prankster” when really you're a glorified trouble-maker posing as light entertainment. I can see clean through you Sykes and let me tell you something, I'm not laughing anymore. The time for jokes and chuckles is over son. You crossed me at Mayhem and like everyone else in this match, you crossed me by attacking me during the celebration of my glorious title reign.
I wasn't hurting anyone, I wasn't doing anybody any harm but yet you took it upon yourself to act as the perennial agent of chaos and stick your nose in where it didn't belong. Maybe it was because you felt justified to attack me out of jealousy of my success and how you've been ignored, maybe it was because you just wanted to get your name out and cause some trouble. All I know is this won't go ignored when we step in through those ropes.
Callahan cleared his throat for the final time. Now it was time to turn his attention to his most hated opponent in the match and quite possibly all of Asylum, a man who he would ordinarily refer to as being a “vile idiot” but today would get the full treatment and explanation as to Callahan's despisal of one of APW's most popular chaps.
Michael Callahan: And lastly? We come to you, Jason Kash. A man who I can honestly say without question is my official Asylum arch-nemesis and someone I look forward to tearing apart inside that ring at Shockwave. You are my antithesis and my greatest foe. I am a man of honesty, principle and virtue.
You are a loathsome, contemptable, cowardly creature who cares only for himself and not for the well being of others as is exemplified by the way you flaunt yourself and your pot leaves. You don't care about anyone or anything but yourself and getting your fix. You're a filthy, vile, ugly little toothless junkie and I can only hope that people like you, the trash of our glorious species aren't ever allowed to produce. Lest the genes that you carry in your wretched body be passed onto some poor child.
Words can't even begin to encapsulate how much I detest your very existence. I've always disliked you but I knew from that moment at the Experts tournament where you blew marijuana smoke right in my face that I had to be your judge, jury and executioner for the disgusting crimes you perpetuate on Asylum. You bring violence, deceipt, slaughter to these once noble lands and along with Reginald Schmidt are the driving forces behind pushing Asylum off the cliff and into the tumbling abyss that people like myself worked so hard to drag it out of.
Every action you do it seems is almost completely intended to negate mine and I simply can not abide you being here anymore. To let you take my title would be a travesty Jason, it simply can not happen. No longer will I let you bully your way around here. Your time is through Kash. Goodbye.
Everything I've ever worked for is symbolised right here with this Pro Life Championship. It embellishes everything I'm worth, everything I stand for. I may not be willing to raise an object in offence to protect this but I will exhaust every alternative to see to it that I return home with the peacocks feather in my cap, the jewel in my crown, the notch in my belt. This championship is synonymous with Michael Callahan's legacy, it is everything I have achieved and everything I will achieve as an American Hero by which the standard is set and a pledge that a better Asylum is in the ranks.
Without this? There is no standard by which to set. No icon for the greater good. Just hopelessness, decay, and despair. That is why I will put everything on the line and make the ultimate sacrifice if necessary to keep this belt. The only way you Jason, Jair and Johnny will ever tear this title from my hands is if you do so from my cold, dead fingers... and that? That my friends is a promise. My name is Michael Callahan... and I approve this message.
With everything he needed to say once and for all off his chest, Callahan finally switched off his camera and slunk back into his chair to light a cigarette as he mentally prepared himself for the battle that awaited in that fateful TLC match.
Fade.
