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Dinner with Walker; Walker/Newton rp
Topic Started: Feb 5 2010, 12:49 AM (118 Views)
Caleb Walker
Rookie
The camera shot opens in a restaurant. It looks like a good restaurant, not a really fancy upperclass place but definitely a place you expect to spend some money. The camera seems to float across the room and centers on a particular table where a man is dining alone. At first we see him from behind and he is wearing slate gray dress pants and a maroon dress shirt, the jacket matching the pants slung over an empty chair. As the camera circles around, we see that it is Caleb Walker, enjoying his dinner as the waiter comes over to the table.

Waiter: "How is everything tonight, sir?"

Walker, with an honest expression: "You want the truth? I've never been much of a potatoes kind of guy but the redskins with the olive oil and rosemary are pretty good. I love vegetables and the medley here is still crisp, so that's a plus. The steak, though. The steak is f**king awesome! I wish I was like a cow and had a couple more stomachs so I could eat more! My compliments."

Waiter: "Thank you, sir."

As the waiter walks away, the camera focuses on Caleb as he puts his fork down and looks into it.

Caleb: "So, I guess I should say a few words about my match on Overdrive, now, huh?"

The big man takes a large swig from his cola, stifles a belch, then wipes his lips with his napkin.

Caleb: "Kimo Newton, you've been after me for quite some time wanting to get a piece of me. Your single minded determination is something that should be applauded, misdirected as it is. Your whole reason for being, the reason that you have been almost slipping into some mild-scale psycosis, has been to take me on and take me down. Amazing. For you, the event that took place a while ago, when I took Chris Ross and slammed his head through one of the screens of the Combatron, has played through your mind over and over again and has driven you to almost superhuman ability. You've even won a couple matches that many would have given you no chance for. For you, my attack on Chris Ross was the defining moment that has controlled your actions.

"For me, it was a Sunday."


Caleb smirks just a bit, taking another sip of soda.

Caleb: "You see, I barely remember what I did. I had to watch the footage to remind me of the attack. To be honest, if Ross hadn't tried to barge in on the show right then, it would have been someone else that got beat. He was just a means to and end, a 'target of opportunity', and I forgot the details before I had even walked backstage, mission accomplished.

"Kimo, you are insignificant to me. I don't mean that you are a lesser person. I don't mean that arrogantly. I just don't care about your thirst for vengeance, your driving force that makes you want to be in this match. You see me as and unresolved issues, something that you must overcome to make up for what happened to your friend. To me, this match is just another contest that I want to win. That's it. If it wasn't you this weekend, it would have been someone else.

"This is not to say I'm taking you lightly, although compared to me, you are pretty small. No, a loss to you right now would be terribly inappropriate and impede my real goal, so I will face you and give you everything I have. Every ounce of my strength and determination will be against you. And if you think I will let some tiny, pathetic, pineapple-headed rookie pin my shoulders to the mat, I would suggest you pull your head out of this fantasy world and face the reality. I know I am not a real God of War, though for the purposes of CZW I might as well be. I know I'm not the 'Absolute Power'. But I am one of the strongest men in the promotion right now, with only a couple others who can even come close. If you continue this course of self-destruction, little man..."


Caleb, without ever lowering his eyes, picks up his fork, stabs a piece of steak, puts it in his mouth, and chews as he stares into the camera.

Caleb, after swallowing: "...I will break you like a little child with his toys. (turns and looks off camera) Check, please!"


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