RP#66

Fade in to see Joe Jones just finishing up watching Caleb's lawyer rambling on and on and Joe picks up the remote and clicks the power button. He sets the remote down on the coffee table in front of him and he takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.

"So this is how it's going to be I see. Mr. Goldstein cutting your promos."

Joe runs his hands through his hair and smiles. He leans back in the couch.

"Can you at least do us a favor Caleb and go get Vickie Gerurrero to be your mouth piece of the week? It's so much easier to tune her out. Look. I know you have this beef with the UWL about your kid. I get that. I'd be pissed off too if I had a kid. I'm not going to get into it with you about your kid. I'm not going to touch that subject at all. I didn't stand around backstage waiting for you to leave the UWL Arena to get in your face to defend what the UWL did to your kid. I'm not the "UWL student neck breaking everything is okay, toeing the line." guy. But I am the "you ain't leaving with that title" guy. I am the "King Slayer" guy. I am the "Next UWL Heritage Champion" guy. Just call me Jamie Lannister because I'm about to slay the mad king."

Joe crosses his legs.

"What was that line you said...When you step up to the King, you get put in your place? You need to spend more time in the UK and read up on the monarchy some because history will tell you Caleb, when your King, it's not for long. Eventually you get taken out. Especially when you piss people off, like you have with this talk about taking the UWL Heritage title and skipping town with it. The people will rise up to put you in your place. You can't beat the masses no matter how good you think you are. There will be too many swords taking hacks at you and you can't block them all. One or two will get through and draw blood and when they first get some of your blood on their hands, they will stop at nothing to bleed you dry. Every King in history fell out of power. Rarely to they live to be old men. They spend their whole day looking over their shoulders because someone was always out to get them. Especially when your a prick."

Joe uncrosses his leg and leans forward.

"The way I see it, your a cross between Aerys Targaryen and Joffery. The mad king and the bastard king. One was stabbed for being a douch and the other, will get picked off for being a downright spoiled little cunt. The clock is ticking away Caleb. On your time here in the UWL, and as the Heritage champion. Like I said, the last time it was just and me in the ring, I had you beat and you know it. Saturday night, I will finish what I started. For once in the UWL, when you get beaten, it will be you who leaves the UWL, not the other way around. The UWL has become like a home for me. I have grown to love this place and when I see someone like you, disrespecting the title, the fans. I will come after you. You might think your at the top of the mountain around here. Top of the food chain. That means there is only one way for you to go and that is straight down. You've peaked. You're as high as you can. Meanwhile, I've been getting better every week. I'm picking up the wins, working my way up the ladder and your the next guy on the ladder. "

Joe stands up.

"This week I slay the king and send him packing. And that's a fact. I'm going to spoil your little plan Caleb and you should, consider yourself warned."

Fade out.