Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2013 18:06:44 GMT -5
We find Jordy Caliban sitting on an equipment box trying to stay out of the way, we can hear the remnants of the last video posted by Michael James, Jordy looks at the camera with a sly wicked smile on his face,
Hi my name is Jordan Caliban, I have been around for a bit but none of you have really got to meet me yet, sorry about that, this however is a single message for the saddest Jap wearing a nap...pie,
He pulls down his hood and peers deep into the camera lens
I've been away handling other business in one of my other companies but unlike Mickey James I'm not going to stand here and tell you about that, dude I listened to ever word you said, I heard 3 things, repeated bullshit point 1. I am a FORMER death match champion, repeated bullshit point 2. I am big and strong and old and not shit and finally repeated bullshit point 3. I have not one original thing that wasn't said by some old bleeder back in the 90's first. You can talk and talk and talk but when its all about yourself then Mickey your only actually talking to yourself.
Caliban scratched under his chin and behind his head sighing heavily
Do you really think a 25 year old guy kicking into his prime really worry's that much about a 204 year old kamikaze? Fuck it man fighting you will be like a bullfight, all I'll have to do is wave a red flag in front of you and watch you run headfirst into my foot.
Jordy Kicks the air from a sitting position jokingly
Here's the thing old boy, your senseless self promotion or as you would call it, an interview, has basically given me what I need to beat you, I don't watch tapes and shit like that very often, especially not for an old pop corn fart like yourself. You introduced us all to the world you live in, well let me show you mine
Caliban gets down from his box and starts strolling down the corridor arms out like he is showing off his new apartment
Pretend This is my world
As we reach the end of the corridor there is a door, Caliban places the palm of his hand on the door and leans against it
and behind this door, there is a very old room filled with candles and dust, and in it resides the hour glasses of the careers of every professional wrestler in every company I work for, the hour glasses are tall and majestic and have sand like silk cascading down through it. At this moment in time there is one hour glass sitting waiting, the sand is almost done, it's your hour glass Mickey James, I am so sorry, your time has come
Caliban throws his hood up pushes the camera gently out of the way and walks away with a finger in the air with what can vaguely be seen as the work MIKE written in black marker on his knuckles
Hi my name is Jordan Caliban, I have been around for a bit but none of you have really got to meet me yet, sorry about that, this however is a single message for the saddest Jap wearing a nap...pie,
He pulls down his hood and peers deep into the camera lens
I've been away handling other business in one of my other companies but unlike Mickey James I'm not going to stand here and tell you about that, dude I listened to ever word you said, I heard 3 things, repeated bullshit point 1. I am a FORMER death match champion, repeated bullshit point 2. I am big and strong and old and not shit and finally repeated bullshit point 3. I have not one original thing that wasn't said by some old bleeder back in the 90's first. You can talk and talk and talk but when its all about yourself then Mickey your only actually talking to yourself.
Caliban scratched under his chin and behind his head sighing heavily
Do you really think a 25 year old guy kicking into his prime really worry's that much about a 204 year old kamikaze? Fuck it man fighting you will be like a bullfight, all I'll have to do is wave a red flag in front of you and watch you run headfirst into my foot.
Jordy Kicks the air from a sitting position jokingly
Here's the thing old boy, your senseless self promotion or as you would call it, an interview, has basically given me what I need to beat you, I don't watch tapes and shit like that very often, especially not for an old pop corn fart like yourself. You introduced us all to the world you live in, well let me show you mine
Caliban gets down from his box and starts strolling down the corridor arms out like he is showing off his new apartment
Pretend This is my world
As we reach the end of the corridor there is a door, Caliban places the palm of his hand on the door and leans against it
and behind this door, there is a very old room filled with candles and dust, and in it resides the hour glasses of the careers of every professional wrestler in every company I work for, the hour glasses are tall and majestic and have sand like silk cascading down through it. At this moment in time there is one hour glass sitting waiting, the sand is almost done, it's your hour glass Mickey James, I am so sorry, your time has come
Caliban throws his hood up pushes the camera gently out of the way and walks away with a finger in the air with what can vaguely be seen as the work MIKE written in black marker on his knuckles
