Post by Anthony Caffrey on Aug 6, 2015 23:32:07 GMT -5
We see the young veteran Anthony Caffrey, sitting on a crate backstage somewhere. His forehead has a square bandage where it was covered in tacks last week. Caffrey is seen rubbing his head.
Caffrey: I know I have a job here that relies on talking - you want me to come out and sell you on why you should buy Global Meltdown, why I'm going to be World Champion, why I'm going to usher in a new era of the GWA - but my head hurts. I'm not thinking about this Around the Clock contract sitting next to me here on this crate, how even if I wanted to spend my next Sunday on the beach in Honolulu I could still become champion, or anything like that. When this damn headache goes away, I will say everything I have to say about that dog Michael Brewer, one more time, before we're locked in together, and it's not going to be pretty, but I'm not thinking about that right now. This headache from Sunday - it's been on and off, certainly not fun...about as fun as waking up after a match with Apokalupsis and finding out you got absolutely owned by a Destiny Drop, and how getting hit with a Destiny Drop just like that will ruin everything you've worked for. But I'm not thinking about that.
Caffrey: I'm not thinking about the fact that Alex Perfect, Johnny Bulldog, Mike Lio, Apokalupsis, Armageddon, Chris Maverick, The Killer, Dexter Point, Hunter - are you for real that there's more names on this list? Michael Brewer...CJ Busha, Fraggle, and Johnny3tears have formed families. I'm not thinking about how none of them are real men, how all of them have gotten soft and decided to hide behind one another because God help them if they had to walk out to the ring without someone there to make sure they don't get pinned after I slam them on their face. Should I be worried that I just insulted thirteen out of sixteen of my possible opponents? Umm...
Caffrey rubs his head, thinking.
Caffrey: I kind of recall beating them all - or at least most of them - already this season. You know, positioning myself to be World Champion, to have this contract in my hand, doing it basically by myself, using them as pawns as I saw fit. Do you think that's it? Do you think they've all realized that two, three, four heads are better than one when it comes to a thinking man's game like wrestling? Do you think they don't realize that before I go to sleep at night, the last thing I'm thinking about is how to finally get my hands on the world championship? No? They must think I'm counting sheep or something.
Caffrey: I'm 4-0 this season. If I don't lose between now and two weeks from today, I'll be the World Champion.
Caffrey: And all those guys will have is someone to sit around and bitch about my reign with.
Caffrey bounces his contract on his legs once or twice before groaning and rubbing his head. This headache will not go away.
Caffrey: I know I have a job here that relies on talking - you want me to come out and sell you on why you should buy Global Meltdown, why I'm going to be World Champion, why I'm going to usher in a new era of the GWA - but my head hurts. I'm not thinking about this Around the Clock contract sitting next to me here on this crate, how even if I wanted to spend my next Sunday on the beach in Honolulu I could still become champion, or anything like that. When this damn headache goes away, I will say everything I have to say about that dog Michael Brewer, one more time, before we're locked in together, and it's not going to be pretty, but I'm not thinking about that right now. This headache from Sunday - it's been on and off, certainly not fun...about as fun as waking up after a match with Apokalupsis and finding out you got absolutely owned by a Destiny Drop, and how getting hit with a Destiny Drop just like that will ruin everything you've worked for. But I'm not thinking about that.
Caffrey: I'm not thinking about the fact that Alex Perfect, Johnny Bulldog, Mike Lio, Apokalupsis, Armageddon, Chris Maverick, The Killer, Dexter Point, Hunter - are you for real that there's more names on this list? Michael Brewer...CJ Busha, Fraggle, and Johnny3tears have formed families. I'm not thinking about how none of them are real men, how all of them have gotten soft and decided to hide behind one another because God help them if they had to walk out to the ring without someone there to make sure they don't get pinned after I slam them on their face. Should I be worried that I just insulted thirteen out of sixteen of my possible opponents? Umm...
Caffrey rubs his head, thinking.
Caffrey: I kind of recall beating them all - or at least most of them - already this season. You know, positioning myself to be World Champion, to have this contract in my hand, doing it basically by myself, using them as pawns as I saw fit. Do you think that's it? Do you think they've all realized that two, three, four heads are better than one when it comes to a thinking man's game like wrestling? Do you think they don't realize that before I go to sleep at night, the last thing I'm thinking about is how to finally get my hands on the world championship? No? They must think I'm counting sheep or something.
Caffrey: I'm 4-0 this season. If I don't lose between now and two weeks from today, I'll be the World Champion.
Caffrey: And all those guys will have is someone to sit around and bitch about my reign with.
Caffrey bounces his contract on his legs once or twice before groaning and rubbing his head. This headache will not go away.