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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 19 2017, 01:57 PM (49 Views) | |
| Lita Maivia | Apr 19 2017, 01:57 PM Post #1 |
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You ever been to one of those stores that is apparently so exclusive and expensive that they only have one of each item on display? It literally looks like the store has no merchandise, but apparently they have tons in the back that someone has to go get for you? Yeah, Caleb has never been in one before today, but given how most things never seems to rattle this kid on the surface, you'd never know it. "And that is just gorgeous! Miss Coulter was very adamant about you trying that one on." There's a gentleman who is so over-the-top it's a wonder he's not smacking his head on the roof. He's fluttering about the store, talking a mile a minute, and has item upon item slung over his arms. Caleb is standing in front of a full-length mirror, physically unaffected by all of this, while adjusting the black tie around his neck. His expression doesn't do much to tell us how he feels about the black tie on the black button-up shirt, and black jacket. He's also wearing black pants, so don't jump to conclusions. It's an all-black affair, apparently. "There is also the bow-tie! Oh! Where is that?" The man rushes off to go find it, leaving Caleb alone with his reflection. His eyes catch the camera in the reflection. "Looks alright, yeah?" Our first look into the mind of Caleb Claudel as he softly speaks on the wardrobe. He's "alright" with the new threads. "Now, I tried to keep up with the war of words or whatever you want to call it between the Richlens and my tag team partner this week, but honestly... I didn't join the Crew so that I could bicker with a pair of frustrated newlyweds. I mean, aren't you guys still in your first year a marriage? Shouldn't you have having sex every day? And if you were, how bad is it that you're still both is pissy moods all the time?" Caleb sighs and shakes his head. "I don't care if you two think that you're important to this company. If your history as champions are going to go down in history as significant. I don't even care if my own tag team partner is going to be remembered for everything he's done. All I care about, is now. I care about Friday. I care about me and my tag team partner becoming World Tag Team Champions and that is what will go down in history. That is what will be remembered for years to come." He works at the tie a little bit, loosening it before pulling it away from his neck. I guess "alright" isn't enough. "Gus Richlen thinks that I've made a mistake by joining the Crew, and perhaps he's right. Time will tell that story. But history was made on many men making many mistakes. Sometimes mistakes are necessary. Sometimes a mistake is the best thing that could happen at any given moment. You see, if everyone only did what made sense, then there'd be no surprises. No unexpected outcomes. No real change. And that's precisely want the Richlens want for themselves, and for FIW. It's a selfish desire. To fight for this monotonous cycle where the likes of Gus Richlen continue to receive opportunities simply because... he fights?" Caleb's brow furrows in a moment of confusion. "We all fight, Richlen. We all want something. It doesn't mean you deserve it more than anyone else. And it's the reason you're so terrified of the Crew. You hate us and it's because you fear us. You fear the possibility that you are wrong and that we are the future of this company. It's understandable and it's sad that you will go to such lengths to prohibit a change for the better. A change that ignites such excitement and opportunity for everyone. It's a proven fact that this company is far better off with the Crew around. It's been proven that we provide opportunities not just for our own but for the entire locker room." The man returns at this point with bow-tie in hand, but as he reaches it out to him Caleb simply tosses the black tie onto it. He collects a nearby gold tie and admires it before draping it around his neck. "Do you truly believe that the Dream would be where he's at now if it weren't for his battles with the Crew? Who was the Dream before becoming embroiled in his rivalry with Stephen J. Eversol? Who was Johnny Amazing before Nathaniel Alexander? For that matter, who was Shaelin before Kim Coulter gave her a reason to exist? Don't answer. I don't care who they were. Because I know they were just like me. They were nobody. I was nobody. But the Crew changed that for Dream, they changed it for Johnny, and Shaelin, and they will change it for me." Caleb finishes tying the golden tie around his neck, adjusts it perfectly, and then admires himself in the mirror. His expression never changes, even when he looks back at the camera via his reflection. "That's what you're really fighting for, Gus. You're fighting for the Crew's attention. Because you're nobody without them. You're just too pathetic to admit it." He looks back at himself in the mirror, the slightest of a smile ticking at one corner of his lips. "Don't worry. Even in defeat, the Crew will make you famous. And for that, you are most welcome." With that, he turns to the sales associate that is standing almost like a statue unsure of what he's supposed to be doing. "I like this one. You can send the rest over to my room." The man just nods his understanding but otherwise remains unmoving as Caleb walks out of the store. |
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| ratedgdr | Apr 19 2017, 05:07 PM Post #2 |
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Well, it didn't take long for the Crew's delusional behavior to rub off on you, did it? *Richlen is backstage, because few things inspire his disdain like a clothing store.* Because if you really believe we're afraid of you, you really are dumber than than we thought. It's a line that everyone reaches for when they know they have no good argument against us, and you just waltzed right into the same crap that cost one man his career and one team their championships. We fear no one, least of all you. So stop thinking that we are. In fact, while you're at it, you can also stop thinking that we or anyone else need you or the rest of your fellow thugs to be relevant. It's especially laughable from you because you desperately need other people in order to stay relevant yourself. And now that you have made the mistake of joining the Crew, you won't have any sort of relevance whatsoever after Friday. Because you will never take these titles from us. Period. Besides, we were plenty famous before we chose to target the Crew. We don't need you to stay that way. Rather, you need us. *Cue derisive snort .* But don't worry, you'll have your moment on Friday. It's the fifteen minutes of fame that you have always wanted! But once the last second ticks away , you will learn just how cruel a price your ill-gotten fame comes with. Enjoy it while it lasts, my friend. Because Friday, it ends. And tha- you know what, I ain't gonna waste my catchphrase on you. You don't deserve it.[/color ] *Fade.* |
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| Lita Maivia | Apr 19 2017, 06:27 PM Post #3 |
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In the Brick Sharks, Caleb was known for facepalming every time Harley said something stupid. Now, he apparently pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out an exasperated sigh. Because that's what he's doing right now as he rides in a limo, apparently from the store back to his hotel room. Riding high, I see. "Hm, denial. Sing me a new tune sometime, Gus. That bit's gone stale." Caleb amuses himself with that little line, judging by the brief grin on his face. "Typical that you would rush to deny your need for the Crew. And yet you've been throwing yourself against that brick wall for how long now? Far longer than the Crew has cared about you. Far longer than this company has cared to see you against them." He sighs and looks out the window, watching the buildings go by. "You think you were famous before the Crew. As I predicted, too pathetic to ever admit the truth. Terrified of what people will think of you for admitting what everybody already knows and sees. Your desperate attempts to be spoken in the same breath as them have never stopped. And yet, you have no actual reason to despise them. Just as you had no reason to despise Johnny Amazing once upon a time. Or your hatred of Havok. Or your blood feud with Nick Riot. What spawned all of these?" There's a moment, as if Gus is meant to respond, and then Caleb looks back at the camera filming him. "Johnny took your title and you wanted it back. So you created whatever drama was necessary so that the company would put you in the ring with him. Havok had the title, so he was the worst person on the planet and someone you needed to defeat... for right? For you. Nick Riot. That was so on-again off-again, but it was only when the title was involved that he was worthy of your attention. Otherwise, it was all about the Crew. The ones at the top of the mountain, oblivious to you throwing your pebbles from rock bottom where you and your wife live like the animals that you are." He shrugs his shoulders, looking mostly unaffected by all of this. Even his voice, which stays at a peaceful, even tone all throughout. "You've been scratching and clawing at that mountain for years, but you're not famous, Richlen. You're loud. You're annoying. You're pathetic. And for some reason, you think that makes you deserving of things. It doesn't. You're an entitled, frustrated man that lives his entire life surrounded by mediocrity and crying because others have more than you. Life is not fair. I'm sorry to break it to you, though you'll probably come running to let me know how the Crew are the ones who make your life unfair and hold you down. No, sir. The Crew doesn't have the energy to hold you down. We're too busy trying to keep you from dragging us down to your level." A bored sigh escapes his lips. "Your 122 days as Fighting Spirit Champion are impressive. Add in your 21 days as World Tag Team Champions - as your reign will come to an end on Friday - for a whopping 143 days spent as champion in this company. That's... a lot of time. How long have you been here? You signed your contract on September 7, 2015. As of Friday you will have been here 593 days. That's what? 24% of your FIW career as champion? I'm not a mathematician. Maybe I'm screwing it all up." He shrugs his shoulders, still coming at his almost lazily. "My combined days as champion - mind you, you were a two-time Fighting Spirit Champion and now a two-time Tag Team Champion so that's four reigns that make up your 143 day championship lifespan whereas mine is simply three Tag Titles reigns - mine is 282 days. Given that I signed my contact less than a month after you, puts me at nearly 50% of my career spent as champion. 49.4% if you want to get super technical." Another shrug from Caleb, who doesn't look or sound like he's bragging, but the words are kind of implying it. "So, before you make claims about me needing anyone to be relevant, you might want to take a hard look in the mirror and face some harsh reality on your own life. And while you're at it, do something about that troubling temper of yours. I'm worried you're going to stroke out trying to deflect all of the lights being shone on your flaws." Once again, Caleb doesn't look or sound concerned, but the words are there. "And as for your catchphrase... yes, please. Don't bother. Like everything else that you spew, I've heard it before." He turns his head back towards the window to enjoy the view. A moment passes and he looks back at the camera. "That's all." Fade. |
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| ratedgdr | Apr 20 2017, 12:15 AM Post #4 |
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*We are still backstage, with the room considerably darkened. Richlen is sitting on a steel chair, light barely shining down on him. Symbolic? Maybe not. Actually, make that "probably."* You know, after your latest bout of garbage-spewing, I spent several hours trying to think of how best to express my utter contempt for the two of you. I thought it would take longer than it ultimately did. I know it clearly was not apparent from all the shots I've fired these last few days, but there was a time when I genuinely respected the two of you. Hell, I went out of my way to defend Krueger to his son when Logan kept insisting on running him down. I know it's going to be hard for you to believe since it's something that clearly ruins your horribly skewed narrative, but it's the truth. And one of the things I always do best is tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Because that's what the Alpha Wolves stand for: truth, justice, and the FIW way! *Cheesy thumbs up follows, and for what seems like the first time since this match was booked, he's smiling.* But... *Thumb drops, smile vanishes.* ...the moment the two of you sold your souls to the Queen Bitch herself, all that respect went out the window. Not surprisingly, your respect for anyone that isn't one of her hired toadies went out the window as well. It's sad, really. Oh sure, you'll argue that the only thing sad has been my FIW career, but really, is that a road you want to take? It is? OK, then. You lost the tag titles. Then what happened? You floundered around and then joined a group of thugs who have become a target, not for any reasons of talent but because everyone hates their goddamned guts. Krueger came back and what has he won since then? And meanwhile, I've ended one man's career in a feud that had nothing to do with championships and then captured and recaptured the tag team championships. And guess what? For all but the recapture, we didn't need the fucking Crew to make a name for ourselves, we didn't (with two exceptions) make our sex lives a public spectacle like some other people, and we proved that we are a force to be reckoned with without needing help from anyone else. We didn't ask for Mizery's help last week and in fact we easily could have won that match on our own, but when the Crew sows the wind, they shouldn't be surprised when the whirlwind is all that is there to harvest. But let's make this clear: when it came to Johnny, I told it as I saw it. And did I mis-see it? Yes, and I apologized to him for it. You and the Crew? No, I'm seeing the truth, Claudel, and it is as ugly as every single Crew member is, both inside and out. *He puts just the slightest emphasis on those last four words.* But the thing is, I have to have a good reason to hate someone, and with as much as the Crew has made people's lives hell, I have no shortage. And when someone I had the utmost respect for was forced out of the company last year by the Crew, I swore to myself that I would take up his work, no matter how difficult the task. So on Friday, we will continue keeping this mission going. Friday will not be the end of our reign, no matter what you say. We're just fucking getting started, and I'll be damned if we let you take these from us and from the fans! And there lies why you will never take these away: we won't let you. And there is nothing you can do about it. So now I pose a conundrum to you, a riddle if you will. *From what you can hear in his voice, he's struggling to not do his SNL Sean Connery impersonation.* If we lose, what's to keep us from doing what Krueger did and just take a rematch without earning it? What's good for the goose, etc., etc.. But if we win, then what? What excuses are the two of you going to have for failing? How much whining do you think you're going to do before Orion just tells you to shut up? What are you going to do when you realize that we're just better? What are you going to do if I choose to target Eversol afterwards? After all, what better way to make a fool out of Krueger than to beat him and use the leverage of defeating a legend to get myself the opportunity to deprive the Crew of more gold? He thinks I can't make the most out of big wins and whatnot and feels that it somehow insults his now-tarnished legacy. What are either of you going to do when I continue my own legacy at his expense? I don't think either of you have a good answer. I don't think either of you will have a good answer. *He stands up.* Fine by me, naturally. Friday, we're walking into the arena as champs. Saturday, we'll be hitting the road still champs. I hope you can live with your decision, Claudel. Because after RATC, it's going to be the only thing you'll have. And that- *He pauses, lookin like he'd rather not say it, but then a sinister smile shows up.* ...is a promise. *That smile indicates that he's deliberately trying to get Caleb's goat. On that smile, the light disappears.* |
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