Post by Anthony Caffrey on Aug 24, 2015 22:17:32 GMT -5
We see the young veteran Anthony Caffrey already standing in the ring, letting the cheers die down as he stands in front of a table in the center of the ring. There is a box in front of him on the table as well. Caffrey lets the cheers die all the way before beginning to speak.
Caffrey: Today is a special day in the GWA. Today is August 24th, 2015. It's someone's birthday. A really special someone to me, someone I care about. So please, if you would all help, please help me in singing Happy Birthday.
Caffrey pulls a chocolate cake out of the box. There is a single candle in the center, and Caffrey lights it with a lighter from his pocket as the lights are dimmed. Caffrey begins, and the crowd joins in.
Caffrey: Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Michaeeellll,
Happy birthday to youuuuu.
Caffrey looks up at the camera, removing his focus from the cake.
Caffrey: Make a wish!
The lights stay down as Caffrey focuses on the camera. The cake remains lit as well.
Caffrey: Now Michael, Michael I know we have had issues in the past, but I do want to know what you wished for. I have a few guesses.
Caffrey: Were you wishing for a long and successful World Championship reign? I feel like you were. I kinda get that vibe, Mike. That resourceful, hang a guy to the point he thinks he's going to drop dead off the top off a cage, and then drop him face first and break his nose on the way down kind of vibe. That kind of guy is the guy who wishes that his reign would last a very long time, because it is clear that losing the championship would destroy him.
Caffrey's passive-aggressiveness can be very easily felt. He has a quieter tone to him.
Caffrey: Were you wishing that Ward Pierce would just go away? I'd have to assume so, since it's getting rather apparent that you can not beat him in singles competition. I can feel the anxiety just creeping into your chest, Mike. The name, the name itself is just so powerful. Ward, PIERCE. It pierces you. It just happens to do so, just like that, Mike. Kind of ironic, huh?
Caffrey: Did you wish for a new pair of ring boots? That's a gift that I really hope you got at the birthday party you didn't invite me to, Michael. You see, you've been running around in those boots an awful lot lately - running away from me, running away from Pierce, running away from anything that even comes close to mildly threatening you. I just wouldn't be surprised if those boots of yours had worn down to the point where you're thinking about getting new ones. I would have bought you them myself, but when I've popped off your boots to rip your ankle to shreds, I've never bothered looking at the size inside.
Caffrey: Did you wish for a third friend? I mean, Michael, I consider us to be very friendly people but I won't roll with you in your umm, your group there. The Pain Syndikate is it called? Yeah. You guys seem to have a vacancy there, since you have no friends but just greedy partners who would drop you in ten minutes if it meant bring World Champion, so please let me know if I can do anything to help you find a friend to fill the vacancy in the group. My people will be in touch with your people.
Caffrey leans down, placing his face directly behind the candle.
Caffrey: But Mike, we both know what you actually wished for. You sat there, in some location somewhere, you didn't even have to think about it. You blew out the candle and you wished, and you wished so hard. You wished that I would leave you alone. That I would take my contract after suffering that public humiliation that was the pay-per-view and just go home. Maybe even forget about my contract altogether. But Mike...Mike I'm going to tell you this as gently as I can, because I don't want to ruin your big day. You only get one a year. I hate your guts with every fiber of my being, but I wouldn't do that to you.
Caffrey: No, instead I'm going to ruin a random day of your life for you.
Caffrey puts out the candle with his fingers as the lights go out. The crowd pops. Caffrey keeps the quiet tone.
Caffrey: You're going to be wrestling a match - it doesn't matter who it's against. You're going to look over your shoulder, make sure I'm not really around, keep fighting as hard as you can, and you might even win, but chances are you are going to lose that match. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, I'm going to jump over that barricade, or run down that ramp, wave my contract in the referee's face, and I'm going to cash in. And then, with a truly Herculean amount of effort, I'm going to lift you over my head, and I'm going to break your nose. And then? Then I'm going to hook that giant leg of yours, 1, 2, and 3. And I'm going to take that championship once and for all.
Caffrey looks into the camera. The crowd roars as he finishes.
Caffrey: Happy birthday.
Caffrey exits to more cheers. The camera zooms in on the icing on the cake, which reads "Happy Birthday Mike", as the scene fades to black.
Caffrey: Today is a special day in the GWA. Today is August 24th, 2015. It's someone's birthday. A really special someone to me, someone I care about. So please, if you would all help, please help me in singing Happy Birthday.
Caffrey pulls a chocolate cake out of the box. There is a single candle in the center, and Caffrey lights it with a lighter from his pocket as the lights are dimmed. Caffrey begins, and the crowd joins in.
Caffrey: Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Michaeeellll,
Happy birthday to youuuuu.
Caffrey looks up at the camera, removing his focus from the cake.
Caffrey: Make a wish!
The lights stay down as Caffrey focuses on the camera. The cake remains lit as well.
Caffrey: Now Michael, Michael I know we have had issues in the past, but I do want to know what you wished for. I have a few guesses.
Caffrey: Were you wishing for a long and successful World Championship reign? I feel like you were. I kinda get that vibe, Mike. That resourceful, hang a guy to the point he thinks he's going to drop dead off the top off a cage, and then drop him face first and break his nose on the way down kind of vibe. That kind of guy is the guy who wishes that his reign would last a very long time, because it is clear that losing the championship would destroy him.
Caffrey's passive-aggressiveness can be very easily felt. He has a quieter tone to him.
Caffrey: Were you wishing that Ward Pierce would just go away? I'd have to assume so, since it's getting rather apparent that you can not beat him in singles competition. I can feel the anxiety just creeping into your chest, Mike. The name, the name itself is just so powerful. Ward, PIERCE. It pierces you. It just happens to do so, just like that, Mike. Kind of ironic, huh?
Caffrey: Did you wish for a new pair of ring boots? That's a gift that I really hope you got at the birthday party you didn't invite me to, Michael. You see, you've been running around in those boots an awful lot lately - running away from me, running away from Pierce, running away from anything that even comes close to mildly threatening you. I just wouldn't be surprised if those boots of yours had worn down to the point where you're thinking about getting new ones. I would have bought you them myself, but when I've popped off your boots to rip your ankle to shreds, I've never bothered looking at the size inside.
Caffrey: Did you wish for a third friend? I mean, Michael, I consider us to be very friendly people but I won't roll with you in your umm, your group there. The Pain Syndikate is it called? Yeah. You guys seem to have a vacancy there, since you have no friends but just greedy partners who would drop you in ten minutes if it meant bring World Champion, so please let me know if I can do anything to help you find a friend to fill the vacancy in the group. My people will be in touch with your people.
Caffrey leans down, placing his face directly behind the candle.
Caffrey: But Mike, we both know what you actually wished for. You sat there, in some location somewhere, you didn't even have to think about it. You blew out the candle and you wished, and you wished so hard. You wished that I would leave you alone. That I would take my contract after suffering that public humiliation that was the pay-per-view and just go home. Maybe even forget about my contract altogether. But Mike...Mike I'm going to tell you this as gently as I can, because I don't want to ruin your big day. You only get one a year. I hate your guts with every fiber of my being, but I wouldn't do that to you.
Caffrey: No, instead I'm going to ruin a random day of your life for you.
Caffrey puts out the candle with his fingers as the lights go out. The crowd pops. Caffrey keeps the quiet tone.
Caffrey: You're going to be wrestling a match - it doesn't matter who it's against. You're going to look over your shoulder, make sure I'm not really around, keep fighting as hard as you can, and you might even win, but chances are you are going to lose that match. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, I'm going to jump over that barricade, or run down that ramp, wave my contract in the referee's face, and I'm going to cash in. And then, with a truly Herculean amount of effort, I'm going to lift you over my head, and I'm going to break your nose. And then? Then I'm going to hook that giant leg of yours, 1, 2, and 3. And I'm going to take that championship once and for all.
Caffrey looks into the camera. The crowd roars as he finishes.
Caffrey: Happy birthday.
Caffrey exits to more cheers. The camera zooms in on the icing on the cake, which reads "Happy Birthday Mike", as the scene fades to black.