Barack Obama
October 13th, 2006, 02:25 PM
We cut to the backstage area, inside a small locker room. Sitting inside of it in a chair, tying his boots together, is Rob Cavallo. He finishes tying them, and sits up, to look into the camera. After taking a short breath, he begins to speak.
Rob Cavallo
After enough men have expressed their desire to obtain the greatest prize this business has to offer, after enough greed as come through the surface, we stand before you all tonight. There is a war for the title, and it has only just begun. Everyone wants to get to the top of the food chain; they want to be Mr. Big Shot, the head honcho. What better way to single the true, destined champion, out of the pack of hungry wolves? A tournament, it seems, will settle everything. This time next week, we should be one step closer to crowning a champion, if it doesn’t go down right then and there. This is merely the first round, and if I know anything at all, it’s that each man in this business has a written code in their DNA. It’s screaming out to their brains, and it’s telling them that they can NOT lose tonight. We all have to prove ourselves to get what only a handful of us deserve, and we can’t very well do that by losing, can we? I look to jump out ahead of the pack, one step closer to the top of the ladder, here tonight. My opponent is Blake Straker.
We’ve come into contact with each other in the past. Hell, I even recruited him into an elite group of superstars. Why he left it, no one knows. I stayed around a little longer, reigning as a tag champion of HCW. You might remember my partner, “Perfection” Alex Michaels. And I know you remember the name of this alliance, Perfect Future. The group is gone, but I still remain, and I still believe in everything I did back then. I believe that if I give it enough, I can succeed; I can make the future of this business excellent. Blake Straker left, and well, maybe it was for the best. If his first obstacle in this tournament is to face off with The Future, The Prodigy, the God of Rock, I’d say his future isn’t looking so bright. Sure, Blake, you might be the favorite here tonight. Your Lizard King merchandise, yeah, it’s a big hit with the fans. They adore you, but don’t get your panties in a bunch; they’ve taken a liking to me as well. And if you’ve ever gone to the race track once in your life, you’d know, being the favorite doesn’t really mean sh*t. Once you get out there onto the track or in our case a ring, it’s a whole different story. It’s about who can push themselves further than the other, at that exact point in time, to get passed the rest; to achieve victory.
Last week, I defeated a former Modern Day Warrior, a great challenge. His name is Kenzo Katana. I don’t know if you know this, Blake, but Kenzo is greater than you. He will always be greater than you. Sure, he claims that my beating him was a fluke, but it’s not like we haven’t heard an outrageous claim like that before. If Rob Cavallo kicks someone’s ass all over the ring, they’re going to be sore about it. It’s cool; it really is, because it doesn’t affect me in the least. A win is a win. I know I’m good, and I flaunt it, not because I’m an ass. It’s just my instincts, I can’t help myself. Until you all get it through your heads that I f*cking rule, and that I’m going to become the champion of Pro Wrestling Warriors, I’m going to have to keep paving the road to greatness. One man at a time, you can’t f*cking stop greatness. So tonight, Blake Straker, the Lizard King, you come on down to the ring. No matter what you’d like to believe, this IS the Rob Cavallo Show. I’m the host; you’re just a little guest. I’ll be back next week, and the week after that. If you want to get back on my show, you’ll need to book it, brother. And as the host of this show, I’ll predict the future, I’ll say who stays and who goes. Mother f*cker, I’m GOD. You’re just a nobody. I can see the future, I see myself holding championship gold. And you, Blake Straker, I see you slithering back down into the hole you have risen from. The tournament begins tonight; our match is coming up soon. Bad news for you, the future that I have seen occurs right about…
…now.
Rob walks out of the locker room, towards the ring, I guess. This one is over.
Rob Cavallo
After enough men have expressed their desire to obtain the greatest prize this business has to offer, after enough greed as come through the surface, we stand before you all tonight. There is a war for the title, and it has only just begun. Everyone wants to get to the top of the food chain; they want to be Mr. Big Shot, the head honcho. What better way to single the true, destined champion, out of the pack of hungry wolves? A tournament, it seems, will settle everything. This time next week, we should be one step closer to crowning a champion, if it doesn’t go down right then and there. This is merely the first round, and if I know anything at all, it’s that each man in this business has a written code in their DNA. It’s screaming out to their brains, and it’s telling them that they can NOT lose tonight. We all have to prove ourselves to get what only a handful of us deserve, and we can’t very well do that by losing, can we? I look to jump out ahead of the pack, one step closer to the top of the ladder, here tonight. My opponent is Blake Straker.
We’ve come into contact with each other in the past. Hell, I even recruited him into an elite group of superstars. Why he left it, no one knows. I stayed around a little longer, reigning as a tag champion of HCW. You might remember my partner, “Perfection” Alex Michaels. And I know you remember the name of this alliance, Perfect Future. The group is gone, but I still remain, and I still believe in everything I did back then. I believe that if I give it enough, I can succeed; I can make the future of this business excellent. Blake Straker left, and well, maybe it was for the best. If his first obstacle in this tournament is to face off with The Future, The Prodigy, the God of Rock, I’d say his future isn’t looking so bright. Sure, Blake, you might be the favorite here tonight. Your Lizard King merchandise, yeah, it’s a big hit with the fans. They adore you, but don’t get your panties in a bunch; they’ve taken a liking to me as well. And if you’ve ever gone to the race track once in your life, you’d know, being the favorite doesn’t really mean sh*t. Once you get out there onto the track or in our case a ring, it’s a whole different story. It’s about who can push themselves further than the other, at that exact point in time, to get passed the rest; to achieve victory.
Last week, I defeated a former Modern Day Warrior, a great challenge. His name is Kenzo Katana. I don’t know if you know this, Blake, but Kenzo is greater than you. He will always be greater than you. Sure, he claims that my beating him was a fluke, but it’s not like we haven’t heard an outrageous claim like that before. If Rob Cavallo kicks someone’s ass all over the ring, they’re going to be sore about it. It’s cool; it really is, because it doesn’t affect me in the least. A win is a win. I know I’m good, and I flaunt it, not because I’m an ass. It’s just my instincts, I can’t help myself. Until you all get it through your heads that I f*cking rule, and that I’m going to become the champion of Pro Wrestling Warriors, I’m going to have to keep paving the road to greatness. One man at a time, you can’t f*cking stop greatness. So tonight, Blake Straker, the Lizard King, you come on down to the ring. No matter what you’d like to believe, this IS the Rob Cavallo Show. I’m the host; you’re just a little guest. I’ll be back next week, and the week after that. If you want to get back on my show, you’ll need to book it, brother. And as the host of this show, I’ll predict the future, I’ll say who stays and who goes. Mother f*cker, I’m GOD. You’re just a nobody. I can see the future, I see myself holding championship gold. And you, Blake Straker, I see you slithering back down into the hole you have risen from. The tournament begins tonight; our match is coming up soon. Bad news for you, the future that I have seen occurs right about…
…now.
Rob walks out of the locker room, towards the ring, I guess. This one is over.