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Almost home...; Caleb/Havok rp
Topic Started: Jul 9 2010, 12:01 AM (103 Views)
Caleb Walker
Rookie
(Just over a year ago)


"It is time to show them all what this past year has done to me. I no longer have a heart. I no longer have a soul. I am here to promote myself first and Next Generation second. I am no longer a man, I am a machine ready to rend the flesh and break the bones of anyone who steps in my way. Hatewave and Money in the Bank is my chance to begin my climb out of obscurity and back to prominence. I already know what Kaneda Kong has to offer, and I'm not concerned. Awesome Shawn, just a kid who wants to be a man. No chance. Silencio? No idea what he can do, so I'll have to be careful. Chris Ross? We'll see. He's been gone a while, could be rusty. Then again, so am I. The one person that is the biggest threat is my own teammate, Rob Wright. He's good, been around a while, hasn't taken any time off, and currently carrying a title belt. If it comes down to him getting the briefcase before I do, I'll do anything I can to keep the others from getting in the way. If it comes down to Rob and I, I will choose myself. Rob already has a title. If I can use Money in the Bank to bring home my own championship and increase the dominance of The Next Generation, then I will do it.

I am no longer a man, I am a machine. 'The Machine' Caleb Walker. History begins now."



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

(6 months ago, There Will Be Blood)


Kimo heads down to ringside with a bit of a hop in his step, dancing a bit to the music. He rolls into the ring and hops up to the middle turnbuckle with a loud ‘YEAAAAAH DOOOOOOGG!’ which is repeated back by a good portion of the fans in attendance. He takes a swig from his bottle before hopping back down , eyeing his opponents with a smirk. The music fades and Five Finger Death Punch’s ‘White Knuckles plays out, and the crowd boos the arrival of Sean Hustle…that never actually happens. Suddenly the Combat-tron switches to the backstage where Hustle is lying in a heap on the floor. Caleb Walker stands over him with a lead pipe, shaking his head in a condescending manner.

Caleb: “Wrong place, wrong time, Sean. Better luck next time around.”

Walker begins to make his way through the backstage area, the pipe resting over his shoulder. Caleb: “I told you all that Caleb Walker would write himself into this show! It looks like this match is missing one of its competitors! I have just the replacement in mind!”

The fans boo even more loudly as Walker makes his way out onto the ramp. As he makes it halfway down, his music finally hits.

Towers: Er…as a result of Sean Hustle’s inability to compete…his replacement…Caleb Walker?”

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

(3 months ago, Road to Glory)


Lewis: "Caleb, why attack Impaler?"

Walker, smirking arrogantly:

"Impaler, the monster of a man,
Destroyer of body and soul
Came back to us with his own plan
shouting that heads would roll.

But fate, it seems, has a different path
that will leave his own body sore.
Because Impaler does not belong here.
So Says Caleb Walker, God of War."


(Caleb looks directly into the camera)

"Because I am a generous God, I give you this one gift before I take your golden treasure from you. You will not have to worry about Impaler again."


(Later that same evening)

Sawyer locks Walkers head in and signals for the end. Walker tried to get loose and Sawyer brings down a hard shot to the back. Setting and now getting ready to hit an atomic ddt.

Jarred: "No!!!"

Walker leans back stopping Sawyer and turns slightly and nails a low blow. Sawyer is stunned and Walker pushes him down and hard to the mat. Dropping down, he quickly covers him.

1..

2..

Walker puts his feet on the ropes and

3!!!!!!

Daniels: "WALKER HAS STOLEN THIS MATCH!!!"


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

Caleb Walker stands in front of a full length mirror. He is wearing blood red, full length tights and his typical chain mail headdress, but he is bare from the belt up. He stares passively, as if unaware of the camera focused on him. We cannot see the room around him.

Walker: "Your greatest achievements so far are your war with Kimo Newton and your victory over Godzilla Sawyer for the CZW World Television Championship. Yet, these things are marred by sneak attacks, cheap shots, and losing the title on your first defense. The belt changing hands again in a very short amount of time has tarnished the gleam of the gold that Sawyer had fought so hard for. What kind of legacy is this, Caleb?"

The camera starts to slowly move around him to the left, circling the God of War. The camera is slightly above Caleb now, so you do not see the camera or camera person reflected in the mirror as it circles around behind Walker.

Walker: "You take pride in the work you put into your body. You revel in your abilities, both in true wrestling and in a straight out fight. You feel part of a restricted club, that only certain people can enter and be a part. First you were a machine. Now you are a God of War. What are you now, Caleb?

What is it you want?

How do you want the future to unfold?"


The camera passes completely around his back, heading for a right side profile. We can now see that he is in some sort of a gym. There are a few men in the background either lifting weights, utilizing punching bags, or boxing in a ring. We do not hear the sounds of the work out, there is an odd silence broken only by Caleb's voiceover.

"You always thought you had to be something larger than life, greater than just human, without realizing that you already were. There are other ways to show your dominance over your average man or wrestler. People notice when you move, you speak, or you fight. They all know what you can be. You don't have to attack from behind to punish someone. You don't have to attack anyone who you feel doesn't belong. All you have to do is what they pay you for. All anyone remembers about your TV title reign is that you cheated to get the belt and you lost it right away. You've made great strides in the last year.

But you can do better, Caleb. You can do much, much better."


Slowly it passes to where we cannot see the mirror anymore and we see Walker fully from the front. He focuses his eyes right into the camera and flexes a bit, the muscles of his arms and chest swelling.

"Jakob Havok, I have no animosity toward you. In fact, I could see us in a tag team. Your more...interesting idiosyncrasies I do not really care about and our styles would blend well, my brutal strength and your speed and daring. But that matters not. This week we are in opposition, you and I.

But you are privileged, Havok. You face a new Caleb Walker. This isn't some huge transformation as last year. I have finally realized, however, what kind of memory I want to leave. I still do not plan to just cater to the CZW fandom, but I now know that, when people look back at the career of Caleb Walker, they will see a long string of successes based solely on my ability and skill. I will still fight. I will still bring blood. I will still bring war to the rings of this company. But the goal now isn't to destroy my enemy by whatever means is required. I want to defeat them. I want to be able to replay the ending to my matches and say with confidence, 'I was better that day'. No excuses. No more cheap shots. No more doing whatever I want.

You must understand, though, Jakob Havok, that this does not mean I will suddenly 'go easy' on you. This is an ultraviolent promotion, and I am here because I choose to be. Once that bell rings, anything goes. And you will be standing across the ring from someone who is barely human anymore, who is 300 lbs of rock-solid power! You want Mike Monroe, you are concerned with your new friends. I am concerned with my hand being raised and your back being flat on the mat. I am still a superior specimen, Jakob. I am still Absolute Power. I am still the God of War. It is your misfortune that I now know exactly which war I want to fight. So says Caleb."


Screen goes black.
Edited by Caleb Walker, Jul 9 2010, 12:04 AM.
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