Post by Jordan Caliban on Oct 28, 2013 22:10:27 GMT -4
I have been told since I started this odyssey into the circus we create around ourselves called professional wrestling that I am too young to be something bigger than a spectacle to be rolled out on the high light reel, that ends here, tonight is my first and only declaration.
A figure swaggers out of the darkness and into A spotlight sitting down below it and then laughing picking the chair up and throwing it out of shot sending it clattering against a wall
My name is Jordan Caliban and I like to kick the shit out of people, I have traveled the world like batman learning the most effect way of making a man scream in pain and have had men much scarier than any of you in the APW locker room make me scream more than I ever thought I would. I lived almost a lifetime in a fucking wheelchair and another one getting the fuck out of it. A lot of you in the coming months will claim you are going to teach me a lesson but I promise you look at me at 25 years old or you at whatever age you are and I will match you kick for kick, scar for scar and bad travel story over a joint afterwards. I am here to live the life I love to live, I am done pretending I am anything more than someone with a strong set of feet and a need to shove them down someones throat.
He starts pacing back and forward breathing heavy and then we noticed he is giggling, his voice seems more high pitched and manic
My name is Joridan Adeus Punkin Caliban, I bleed for anarchy and hell on earth, I am a creature of pain and suffering of which none of you have ever felt before, there are scarier things out in the open than ever lived in the dark. In the coming months many of you will ask yourself what you got yourself into when you decided that I was easy bait and I am here to tell you where I stand that I am not, swing a chair at my face and find out I dare you
And with that he drops to a cross legged position staring up at the camera like a lost child, then his face curls into a confusing smile and he begins to speak again, this time in the 3rd person, his voice sounds old and decrepit
The creature you face is a Caliban, a being made of 2 creatures different feet and hands, it will rip out your throat and take all that it can, in the end you will ask yourself why you stepped into the ring with a Caliban
We are Joridan Adeus Punkin Caliban, we are the masters of the demons created by the human soul and one day soon you may have to meet us, it is for this purpose I brought you here, please follow me
Jordan then stands up and walks away from the camera with single spotlights lighting up as he walks lighting his way, quickly attempting not to get lost in the dark the crew stumble after him, they reach a door and go through it into a twilight like lit area, with this Jordan turns round and he is talking like a normal human being again, he spreads his arms wide and swaggers backwards
Pretend this is my world and somewhere around here in fact just down here
The camera crew follow him down a corridor to an old iron door
Behind this door is an old room full of dust and bugs and dead bugs eaten by the bigger bugs, but inside this room more importantly are the lifetimes of every man and women in the APW locker room, and when the time comes and the sands runs dry, prepare yourself, you can either step up and make your own career with me, or watch me end yours in ways you will never imagine
He walks forward and flips his hood up so only his smile can be seen
APW, THIS IS JORDAN CALIBAN, THIS IS THE BIRD CIRCLING THE WORM.... INCOMING
