Passing through the curtain without entrance music is the young veteran, Anthony Caffrey. He is dressed in his ring attire and he is greeted by cheers and boos that seem to be even more vocal than usual. He has a microphone in hand as he walks down the ramp.
Lance: "Here’s Anthony Caffrey, a man who has--"
"Anthony Caffrey: "Ladies and gentlemen in case you forgot like the bozos and circlejerkers on Twitter who stepped to me this week, my name is Anthony Caffrey, and I am one of the best in BFW today at what goes on between those ropes. But if for some God foresaken reason you feel the need to wield a microphone and try to cut me down or you’ve got some mental disorder deep inside your head that makes the little girl from Inside Out seem like a normally functioning human being, and that disorder makes you decide that you’re gonna tweet at me with insults and attacks on me because again, you have a mental illness and you should probably get looked at by a professional, then you should know that I will verbally eviscerate your ass to the point that if you then have the privilege to fight me in the ring, it’ll be a much easier match for me because I will have broken your spirit and soul before I even get a chance to break your ankle into five or six separate pieces."
Caffrey has gotten into the ring by this point. The crowd “oohs” and “aahs”. This is not the everyday Caffrey we're getting.
Caffrey: "It doesn’t matter who the hell you are or what company you represent. I’ve insulted kings and queens and I’ve verbally destroyed dumbasses at the local watering holes in my hometown. My hometown, by the way, which was just voted the angriest city in the United States of America, which is all too fitting because when I turn on my phone to read absolute moronic stupidity on Twitter, or I sit around in the back and have to deal with a corrupt owner, a general manager who has about the same level of authority as the manager of a McDonald’s, a tagteam made of a guy who’s really just John Val-asshole and a guy whose only on the roster to finally give the autistic a place to speak in wrestling, a Japanese greeting card inspirational-quote peace and love’ hippie who cares more about his girl than this industry that I’ve put all of my blood, sweat, tears, and money into, and a guy who if he was any bigger of a tool, you’d have to take a state test to get a license to operate him, I get pretty fuckin’ PISSED!! Especially when the company that you’re breaking your damn back to support and now have about two or three brain-ruining concussions you didn’t have when you started less than a year ago because of tells you that you might have to be let go because 'you don’t represent the company properly'."
Caffrey: "All of this started because of a rigged fuckin’ tournament and an insistence that we shouldn’t just sit there and take the bullshit being handed to us on a silver platter by some jerk-offs who tell us ‘Bon-appetit” and some “affiliated” assholes tell us that we should like getting fucked over. There is too much bullshit in the world today for me to sit around and roll in it like a pig when I come to the arena. I’ve got bills, I’ve got a problem of travelling around so much to make some extra cash and spread my name that I don’t have the money or the time to invest in a fucking place to put my stuff at the end of the day, I’ve got a relationship to deal with now, and this is just my personal bullshit to deal with. Then I turn on the news and I’ve got a fuckin’ racist piece of shit tellin’ me he’s gonna be president, and then on the other side I have a serial liar who’s almost equally as bad tellin’ me she’s gonna be president, and I’m watching the good guy get fucked over by the system. I’ve got people telling me that Goddamn human beings shouldn’t even have the right to go take a piss. And all over my Facebook, I’ve got so many people bitching about a gorilla, and very few people wondering HOW THE HELL some idiot parent let their kid climb over three fuckin’ fences to get into the exhibit in the first place? Two weeks ago I said the world was rejecting me, but now it’s very goddamn clear: I’m rejecting the world. Phuck all that stupid bullshit. I’m done!"
People around, also fed up, cheer loudly.
Caffrey: "Tonight I have to deal with even more stupid bullshit than usual, with senile old man Adler booking me against Zombie and Stone in a Triple Threat match so that way we soften each other up for Redemption and his personal posse of sissies and weaklings. He also added that stupid, stupid Saints and Sinners stipulation to my tagteam championship match...and that’s where the kindness stops, Tokyo. I'll be friendly with you outside this ring, but in it, no."
Caffrey: You’re the nicest guy in that lockerroom, Tokyo. You know it, I know it, the fans know it. I don’t think you have the capability to hate like I do, and you only feel anger towards someone when they seriously cross you. You’re a tenacious fighter who gives it his all and everything is water under the bridge for you. You’re a nice guy, Tokyo, but I want to show you something:"
Caffrey pulls out his phone and shows the background to the camera. It’s a cabinet full of championship gold, framed photos, and trophies.
Caffrey: "I won all these championships by beating the shit out of nice guys like you."
Caffrey puts his phone away.
Caffrey: "You know what being a nice guy has gotten me? An empty fucking wallet and a lawsuit. And in two weeks from now, we’re partners, but I’m not letting you walk out with my championship. Call me a greedy little man but the fire that burns inside me, that anger, that hatred, that passion, it’s the reason why I have a case full of gold. It’s the reason I defended my World Championship against you. You’re a nice guy, but I’m a champion. Parents tell their little kids to be like you because you’re a role model. Parents tell their grown kids to be like me because I work my ass off and at the end of the day, I’m a winner."
Caffrey delivers the word winner with added bite.
Caffrey: "Speaking of non-winners, tonight’s match also features the guy who lost to Viaan, the guy who has already lost a Carnage title match, a guy who has spent the last eight years being second-tier to a main-event act like me. Right now I’m standing in the ring telling you how I feel. Tommy Stone has always needed a crutch, a prop...even tonight, who the hell was that interviewer guy with him? Some stuttering moron to make Tommy look tougher, to make Tommy look stronger. Tommy chugs coffee like he’s a college student with a paper due at 2am because he doesn’t have the energy that people like Tokyo and I have, and how could you, when you know you’re never going to be anything special? We all believe that we’re special, we work hard and want the best things for ourselves, but the sad reality is that not everyone can be special, and Tommy Stone is a man who knows there’s not a single special thing about him. He’s a #15 pick in a draft -- a good player, but he’ll never be a star. He’ll never be great, and he’ll never be a great."
Caffrey: "Every day, I wake up knowing there’s a possibility of me being a has-been, but he’s very much a never-was. I’ve gotta go and finish getting ready for my match, but if you need any more proof of how...."
Caffrey pauses, looking for a word. He waves his hand with the word.
Caffrey: "How ‘ehhhhh’ Tommy Stone is, take a look at his nickname. The man even calls himself Florida’s Finest. ‘Fine’. God, I never wanna be ‘fine’. You know what ‘fine’ really is in today’s world? ‘Fine’ is how your woman tells you she feels after you piss her off and your apology isn’t good enough for her. ‘Fine’ is how you feel when nothing special happens to you that day, and there’s no wonder that Tommy Stone calls himself that, because there’s nothing special happening to Tommy Stone. Tommy Stone’s talking to whoever the hell that guy was about how he should go about fighting Wolfe, but he’s not making it through me tonight, and after getting in the ring with Wolfe last week, I can tell you that Wolfe’s got more talent in his ankle that I almost broke two weeks ago than Tommy’s got in his whole body."
Caffrey: "Tonight, boys, it’s not personal, because it’s not Anthony Caffrey against Tommy Stone against Tokyo Zombie. It’s Anthony Caffrey against the bullshit. I’m tired of getting pushed around by the bullshit of the world. Tonight I’m pushing back, shoving the bullshit down to the floor, and over time, I’m not just going to be working to break bullshit’s ankle."
Caffrey holds up his phone again.
Caffrey: "I’m ripping its ankle off and adding it to my trophy case."
The crowd roars as Caffrey pockets his phone and walks off. He highfives a fan or two as he leaves to make last minute preparations for his match.
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Fri Jun 03, 2016 1:24 pm