Post by hotspot on Apr 21, 2008 15:25:12 GMT -5
Cal's campaign music begins to play, about time he got a new song he thought. He was entering the arena to talk for the first time since his attack on Lauren Blayze, and something he did outside of the company. Both had got him a lot of heat and lucky for him he has a damn good lawyer to bail him out of these situations he gets himself into. Cal walks or should I say struts out showing off for all of the Calette's all two of them, Calettes are probably the only people dumb enough to vote for a man like Cal Crossfire, I believe the Rock called them JABRONIS. Cal poses in front of fans inviting a barrage of missiles thrown at him cups, paper, bottles you name it they threw it
Bazztard: "Shall we say quite the warm reception for Cal Crossfire here tonight!"
Graciela: "If that's you're idea of a warm reception remind me never to go to one of your parties Harvey!"
Cal continues to dodge the bottles and other missiles, looking around you can see signs calling Cal every name under the sun and giving his actions some would say it was more than justified. Cal got to the ring and slowly climbed the steps still showboating and posing for his "Calettes" then he hops over the top rope and into the ring and he poses again showing his abs off
Graciela: "Oh please give me a break, you shouldn't even be here you killer!"
Bazztard: "Graciela if you are going to get squeamish every time you see an unfortunate accident like that then why did you enter the world of professional wrestling?"
Graciela: "So trying to kill babies is part of professional wrestling now is it? Bullshit Harvey complete bullshit!"
Whilst the announce team continue to argue Cal receives a microphone, he lifts it to his lips and begins
"HEYO! SUP? Dunno what town this is and to be honest don't care neither! It's just the same like most crap holes we in the business visit, still you have some foxy Lu-hey-daes! How about you toots, fancy being my Calette for the night oh no wait your friend is hotter, so HEYO! Next Calette where you from?"
The woman in the crowd looks less than amused that Cal had singled her out to be his "Calette" for the night, with a scornful look she says "Memphis"
"Memphis huh? No wonder you came here, that place sucks. To many people with strange accents ya know and they into that weird country musics like they hillbillies or somethin' Yeah you know it sucks just like the Red Sox! Damn when was the last time they won a world series? Oh yeah last year, OK OK I got one for ya! The superbowl eh? Last time I checked The Giant's stomped the crap outta the Patriots!"
Cal's speech draws a chorus of boos and more missiles thrown in the Putz's direction.
"Hey, don't hate on the Calmeister because we beat you! Speaking of which tonight you are going to see another victory for New York tonight. I as Cal Calmeister Crossfire will bring home the LockUP championship! I just gotta beat two mice and a rat to do it. Should be fairly easy for someone of my stature, you have Mister one liner himself, the man who has been rejected by everything with a pulse and I heard that even the dead complain when he comes on to them the one the only Nick Jones. Then we have Steve "Code-X" Toreno, you know the funny thing is that punk don't realize that he can't beat someone like me I am too good for him and on LockUP I proved that! Then we have death himself Shia Storm, damn that dude best look in the mirror and see what is going on he a ghost? a zombie or what? Great Khali only shorter? I give him credit he has had the longest title reign here in GCW, but like all things great and small it comes to end... TONIGHT!"
Bazztard: "Some stern words there by Cal Crossfire"
Graciela: "Stern words, Harvey none of that made any sense"
Bazztard: "Why don't you go back to cleaning or something Graciela?"
The crowd continue to boo Crossfire with some chants of "You Suck" other's singing Chelsea's theme song to get at him, and others chant "You're a pyscho!" to say a mixed reaction was an understatement
Bazztard: "Shall we say quite the warm reception for Cal Crossfire here tonight!"
Graciela: "If that's you're idea of a warm reception remind me never to go to one of your parties Harvey!"
Cal continues to dodge the bottles and other missiles, looking around you can see signs calling Cal every name under the sun and giving his actions some would say it was more than justified. Cal got to the ring and slowly climbed the steps still showboating and posing for his "Calettes" then he hops over the top rope and into the ring and he poses again showing his abs off
Graciela: "Oh please give me a break, you shouldn't even be here you killer!"
Bazztard: "Graciela if you are going to get squeamish every time you see an unfortunate accident like that then why did you enter the world of professional wrestling?"
Graciela: "So trying to kill babies is part of professional wrestling now is it? Bullshit Harvey complete bullshit!"
Whilst the announce team continue to argue Cal receives a microphone, he lifts it to his lips and begins
"HEYO! SUP? Dunno what town this is and to be honest don't care neither! It's just the same like most crap holes we in the business visit, still you have some foxy Lu-hey-daes! How about you toots, fancy being my Calette for the night oh no wait your friend is hotter, so HEYO! Next Calette where you from?"
The woman in the crowd looks less than amused that Cal had singled her out to be his "Calette" for the night, with a scornful look she says "Memphis"
"Memphis huh? No wonder you came here, that place sucks. To many people with strange accents ya know and they into that weird country musics like they hillbillies or somethin' Yeah you know it sucks just like the Red Sox! Damn when was the last time they won a world series? Oh yeah last year, OK OK I got one for ya! The superbowl eh? Last time I checked The Giant's stomped the crap outta the Patriots!"
Cal's speech draws a chorus of boos and more missiles thrown in the Putz's direction.
"Hey, don't hate on the Calmeister because we beat you! Speaking of which tonight you are going to see another victory for New York tonight. I as Cal Calmeister Crossfire will bring home the LockUP championship! I just gotta beat two mice and a rat to do it. Should be fairly easy for someone of my stature, you have Mister one liner himself, the man who has been rejected by everything with a pulse and I heard that even the dead complain when he comes on to them the one the only Nick Jones. Then we have Steve "Code-X" Toreno, you know the funny thing is that punk don't realize that he can't beat someone like me I am too good for him and on LockUP I proved that! Then we have death himself Shia Storm, damn that dude best look in the mirror and see what is going on he a ghost? a zombie or what? Great Khali only shorter? I give him credit he has had the longest title reign here in GCW, but like all things great and small it comes to end... TONIGHT!"
Bazztard: "Some stern words there by Cal Crossfire"
Graciela: "Stern words, Harvey none of that made any sense"
Bazztard: "Why don't you go back to cleaning or something Graciela?"
The crowd continue to boo Crossfire with some chants of "You Suck" other's singing Chelsea's theme song to get at him, and others chant "You're a pyscho!" to say a mixed reaction was an understatement
) to get it kicked. so you think you can beat me. yes you are the only man who has ever defeated me in a singles match congrats. but if there is something i have learned it is that when you get beat. you rise up, take your smile, turn it upside down and raise hell. and tonight i am going to do that. Cal your not going to make it out alive and certainly will not make it to face Shia. thats my job. so give your best and i will ruin you[/glow]
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