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Balance of Power; Caleb Walker/Mystery Opponent rp
Topic Started: Nov 30 2009, 12:39 AM (139 Views)
Caleb Walker
Rookie
Agent: “But Caleb, you have to watch what you do. You should know this. If you ever want a major championship in CZW you have to think about how to represent the company.”

Caleb Walker is sitting calmly in an office at CZW headquarters with a road agent whose name he couldn’t remember. He was irritated that he did not seem to rate one of the name agents of the company.

Caleb: “We are an ultraviolent wrestling promotion. It’s right up in our logo.”

Agent: “Yes, but that is the wrestling entertainment that we provide. Simply put, Shawn Duncan had just been officially let go and Chris Ross was not even supposed to be there. Both of them have hospital bills that the company is now paying for. We could legally charge you for those bills or fire you from the company. You are generating headlines, Caleb, and fans are watching you to see what happens next, but there are lines you cannot cross. Just try to remember that.”

Caleb: “One other thing: Just who am I facing on the next show? I’ve asked several, but they didn’t know.”

Agent: “That’s because the name hasn’t been revealed. There are only a few who know for sure, and I couldn’t tell you who that is. They haven’t told me. They are hyping the whole ‘mystery opponent’ angle.”

Caleb: “So, I don’t even get the respect of being able to prepare for the match like my opponent does? How very interesting.”

Agent: “Well, you’ve shown to be a versatile wrestler in the past. I’m sure you’ll come up with something.”

Caleb stands up and acts like he intends to leave, then he steps up to the man still sitting and leans down, saying softly, coldly in his ear:

Caleb: “Robert E. Lee stated that ‘It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it’. Me, I am growing very fond of this game. You may want to watch how you address me.”

As the agent clears his throat, obviously anxious, Caleb calmly walks out the door.

*****************************

It is a different kind of promo. The opening camera shot centers on a slight rise looking down and close up at an American military tank. It is somewhat dark as if filmed at dawn or dusk but there are lights illuminating the vehicles. The camera zooms slowly back while panning up, revealing rows of similar vehicles of different types. It looks like a storage yard for old military vehicles, probably no longer in service by the way they are parked. The camera moves sideways to reveal Caleb Walker standing on a mound of dirt above the vehicles. He is dressed in a dark three piece suit and still has his sunglasses and chain mail headdress on. He is standing in profile as he begins to speak.

Caleb: “Robert Louis Stevenson wrote:

The lamps now glitter down the street;
Faintly sound the falling feet;
And the blue even slowly falls
About the garden trees and walls.

Now in the falling of the gloom
The red fire paints the empty room:
And warmly on the roof it looks,
And flickers on the back of books.

Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire;
Till as I gaze with staring eyes,
The armies fall, the lustre dies.


Caleb turns toward the camera. There is a fire somewhere near as we can see it flickering in the reflection of his sunglasses. He is also bathed in a reddish light, making his skin looked drenched in blood.

Caleb: “Armies marching, people screaming, a city burning; Ah, if I only had but the chance to see that with my own eyes, it would be...awesome.”

Caleb takes off the glasses. In the dim light, the eyes look black. He scowls.

Caleb: “People are talking about Caleb Walker again. That is good. Words like ‘maniac’, ‘rampage’, and ‘insane’ are popping up in relation to me. That...is even better. But I do NOT want the fans and employees of CZW thinking I’m on some random spree of destruction. I am on a warpath to be sure, but I know exactly what I am doing.

I am making CZW better."


Caleb looks into the sky, a look of inspiration spreading over his face as he talks.

In order to heal something sick, you have to cut out the illness. CZW’s illness was helped by the return of some of its brightest stars, but there were still bacteria remaining that needed to be flushed out of the system. I decided I would be the antibody, the white blood cell, that would vanquish some of CZW’s more harmful elements and eliminate them so that we can all prosper.”

Caleb looks back at the camera with a smirk.

Caleb: “You can all thank me later.”

“But what to do next? Rob Wright is gone from Next Generation. Tim Timmons has seemingly gone into a very dark place. I haven’t really heard anything from KING or Newsome recently. Don’t even know if I’m part of the group anymore. But that is even a minor inconvenience. On the next Overdrive, I finally have a match, but no one has deemed it necessary to tell me who I’m facing.”

Caleb chuckles, but it does not seem like an amused chuckle. More like an angry, cynical outburst.

“So who could it be? Is it someone returning to CZW with all the bells and whistles heralding the great comeback? Is it someone wanting revenge for past transgression? There are three names from this past week that fit that list. Or is it someone new to CZW who has built a name for himself elsewhere, who has enough draw value for a surprise arrival? Is it someone who hopes to have some small advantage by me not knowing who they are, or just a ploy from CZW’s promotional staff to try to lure in some new, curious viewers.”

Caleb’s expression turns intimidating, like he’s about to pounce, and he starts taking off his jacket and shirt as he speaks.

IT DOES NOT MATTER! The fact is, I’ve been changing a lot about me recently, including my style of wrestling, and no one has seen the results yet. When I step into that ring, against whomever the higher-ups have planned, I will be a new warrior, a new destructive force, a new deity walking in the realm of man! Mystery Man, I’m not frightened. I’m not concerned at all.”

The shirt is off now, showing Walker’s bare chest. He flexes, and while he isn’t as cut and buff as a bodybuilder, his arms and chest still bulge with immense power.

Caleb: “There are those in CZW who are taller or heavier than I to be sure. None of them have this kind of muscle, this kind of raw ounce for ounce power. Mystery opponent, you are hurtling toward Dallas, Texas, but when you get to the American Airlines Arena, you will hit a wall! It will be a wall that WILL NOT GIVE, WILL NOT BREAK, a wall that will knock you right on your ass wondering what in God’s green Earth you did to deserve being in the ring against Absolute Power! Our match will light a fire unto the heavens but I will not be the one who gets burned.”

The camera zooms in on Caleb’s face, still bloody red in the light. He replaces the sunglasses, and flames are still reflected in them.

Then once again the glow returns;
Again the phantom city burns;
And down the red-hot valley, lo!
The phantom armies marching go!


My phantom opponent, you will face a man without a heart or soul...and you will burn in hell.
So says Caleb Walker, the God of War.”


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