Post by Cadaverus on Oct 16, 2005 22:58:41 GMT -5
They thought that the OWF would die. But still it exists. Just like so many opponents before have thought that they could take the Prime Time Title away from Cadaverus. But still I have it. You see, some things may change but the major things stay the same. I have held this title proudly for almost 6 months now. 6 months have went by and I have barely been in a challenge for it. And now comes along some guy named Lt. Major. Lt. Major wants a shot at the Prime Time title, but is he sure that he's ready for that type of a match. As he may or may not know, Cadaverus is not your average everyday opponent. That is why I am a two time Prime Time Champion.
As for other orders of business. How about Rey Sanchez. Mr. Sanchez wants a shot at my Prime Time Title as well. Of course, when you’re on top you’re bound to have these guys looking’ to make a name for themselves by trying to defeat me. Trying being the key word here. Let’s face the facts Rey, you’re not ready. Not only are you not ready, but you’re not even close. That’s evident by the fact that other people are getting shots. The best thing you could do right now Rey, is stand in line. But whatever you do, please stop with the joking around about people’s names. Caddy, C-Daddy, it’s all been done before. It’s old and tired. Maybe you should be a little more creative if you wish to try and “diss” me again. That and prepare to be embarrassed. Because you best believe that’s what will happen.
Now a little chat on loyalty. Company loyalty. Just so everyone knows, Cadaverus isn’t loyal to anyone. I don’t feel the need to defend anyone or get involved in stupid fed wars. I’ve been offered a contract some other feds. But you know what? I decided to turn them down. Not a loyalty thing at all. I don’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. It’s about preference. This is where I want to be at this time. Anything can change in the future, but for the time being I’m perfectly fine taking over the OWF because at the current time I believe that it’s where the top talent is at. It’s where the “big boys play” if you will. And I’m be biggest of the big. The king of kings.
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The scene opens in a gym in downtown Omaha. Cadaverus is lying on a weight bench. He does about 15 reps on a bench press and sets the bar back up on the rack. A man walks over with a cordless phone.
Man: Cadaverus sir. You have a phone call.
Cadaverus: God damn it who is it?
Man: They didn’t say, they just said that they’re the “competition”.
Cadaverus: Hmm…alright.
The man hands Cadaverus the phone. He puts it up to his ear.
Cadaverus: Yes….who is this….you want me to leave the OWF….why?….Oh I see…..Well I do want to compete against the best competition in the world….Well I would but I’m happy with my current situation right now thank you….Well I’ll let you know if anything changes….Good luck man….Peace.
Cadaverus hangs up the phone and hands it back to the man. The man stares at him.
Man: Well, who was it?
Cadaverus: What the hell is it your fuckin’ business? Are you my agent?
Man: No
Cadaverus: Are you my bitch?
Man: ….No…
Cadaverus: Well then take that phone, and stick it up your narrow ass. Because that’s about where my opinion of you is.
The man, looking embarrassed, slowly turns and walks away.
Cadaverus: Fuckin’ shit. I don’t want to go anywhere right now man. I’m the Prime Time fuckin’ champion. I rule this shit. And I still haven’t reached the top of my potential here in the OWF. This is the top of the line and I’m at the top. So fuck leaving, at least for now. This is where I am and because of that this is the superior place to be. Until they can convince me to come over, they will never be able to compete. End of story.
Cadaverus walks over to the heavy bag and puts tape around his hands. He begins punching the bag and the scene fades out.
As for other orders of business. How about Rey Sanchez. Mr. Sanchez wants a shot at my Prime Time Title as well. Of course, when you’re on top you’re bound to have these guys looking’ to make a name for themselves by trying to defeat me. Trying being the key word here. Let’s face the facts Rey, you’re not ready. Not only are you not ready, but you’re not even close. That’s evident by the fact that other people are getting shots. The best thing you could do right now Rey, is stand in line. But whatever you do, please stop with the joking around about people’s names. Caddy, C-Daddy, it’s all been done before. It’s old and tired. Maybe you should be a little more creative if you wish to try and “diss” me again. That and prepare to be embarrassed. Because you best believe that’s what will happen.
Now a little chat on loyalty. Company loyalty. Just so everyone knows, Cadaverus isn’t loyal to anyone. I don’t feel the need to defend anyone or get involved in stupid fed wars. I’ve been offered a contract some other feds. But you know what? I decided to turn them down. Not a loyalty thing at all. I don’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. It’s about preference. This is where I want to be at this time. Anything can change in the future, but for the time being I’m perfectly fine taking over the OWF because at the current time I believe that it’s where the top talent is at. It’s where the “big boys play” if you will. And I’m be biggest of the big. The king of kings.
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The scene opens in a gym in downtown Omaha. Cadaverus is lying on a weight bench. He does about 15 reps on a bench press and sets the bar back up on the rack. A man walks over with a cordless phone.
Man: Cadaverus sir. You have a phone call.
Cadaverus: God damn it who is it?
Man: They didn’t say, they just said that they’re the “competition”.
Cadaverus: Hmm…alright.
The man hands Cadaverus the phone. He puts it up to his ear.
Cadaverus: Yes….who is this….you want me to leave the OWF….why?….Oh I see…..Well I do want to compete against the best competition in the world….Well I would but I’m happy with my current situation right now thank you….Well I’ll let you know if anything changes….Good luck man….Peace.
Cadaverus hangs up the phone and hands it back to the man. The man stares at him.
Man: Well, who was it?
Cadaverus: What the hell is it your fuckin’ business? Are you my agent?
Man: No
Cadaverus: Are you my bitch?
Man: ….No…
Cadaverus: Well then take that phone, and stick it up your narrow ass. Because that’s about where my opinion of you is.
The man, looking embarrassed, slowly turns and walks away.
Cadaverus: Fuckin’ shit. I don’t want to go anywhere right now man. I’m the Prime Time fuckin’ champion. I rule this shit. And I still haven’t reached the top of my potential here in the OWF. This is the top of the line and I’m at the top. So fuck leaving, at least for now. This is where I am and because of that this is the superior place to be. Until they can convince me to come over, they will never be able to compete. End of story.
Cadaverus walks over to the heavy bag and puts tape around his hands. He begins punching the bag and the scene fades out.