The streets of Manchester aren't known for being tough. The neighborhoods aren't dangerous. It's actually considered a nice place to raise a family. Plenty of kids were raised in the fairly non-urban environment Manchester, New Hampshire offers. Adrian Caine was one of those kids. He was born here, he grew up here. His parents still have a nice house on Coral Ave, on the North End. They gave him a life of comfort and security. But when he dropped out of high school on his 18th birthday, he was on his own...kind of. His parents let him have a room above the garage for $300 a month...heat, hot water, utilities, and food included. Some would say it was a rough life for an 18 year old from the not-so-mean streets of New Hampshire...wait, no they wouldn't. No one would say that. It was an easy life. Caine held down a full-time job working in the warehouse at Circuit City, making enough money to pay for rent and wrestling school in Boston. He worked his way up to his real dream. He didn't want to be a mechanical engineer, he didn't want to be a lawyer. He wanted to climb into the ring and entertain people. Adrian Caine isn't tough as a result of his environment. He's not from the Bronx. Adrian Caine is tough as a result of his own desire. And some, such as Adrian...would say that that's even worse.
*** Adrian Caine parks his fire red 2003 Nissan Sentra SE-R V-Spec II in one of the parking spots along Elm St. He gets out, and closes up the car. He's wearing baggy black corduroys, black Vans sneakers, and a plain blood red t-shirt. He's also wearing a black leather hip-lenth jacket that he closes against the freezing cold as he presses the button on his keychain that activates his car's alarm. There's a cameraman along with him. As they begin to walk down the wide sidewalk, Adrian speaks. ***
Last week, I met Jason Borden in a one-on-one match to see if I was worthy of taking the number one contender spot. I came out victorious. I proved to Borden, to President Tyler, to the fans, and most especially to myself that I DID deserve that spot. I didn't just beat Jason Borden, though. I fought him. I gave him everything I had, and he did the same in kind, but it just wasn't enough. I pinned him one, two, three. Now all I have to do...is do it again. I was mentally and physically preparing myself for my title shot against Borden this week on "Heat"...and then I get a call from one of Tyler's lackeys. He tells me I have a singles match against some toolbag named "The Last Don" Tony Vitto. Excuse me?
*** Adrian takes a breath and looks at the ground for a moment. ***
I earn my spot as one of the "big dogs" of the undercard...one of the hot up-and-comers in the EWA...and what do I get as a reward? I get to hand some newbie fuck his ass live on national TV. Vitto says I have a big ego...I disagree. I have a healthy respect for my own talents and abilities. Talents and abilities that knocked Jason Borden's ass OUT last week. Borden actually has some ability. But Vitto? Vitto has a cheap suit and a death wish. Tomorrow on "Heat", I'm going to annihilate Tony Vitto. I'm going to show Tyler that I don't appreciate being toyed with. I don't like having a carrot dangled in front of my face to lead me on. I go my own way, I make my own road...and I'm making myself a road to the top. I should be at the EWA offices right now, Tyler. I should be demanding that my title match take place this week. But the fact remains that you willingly gave me that chance against Borden to earn that number one contender spot, and for that I owe you a little leeway. So this week, I'll play your game. I'll make sure that when I'm done, "The Last Don" will take his last breath. But after tomorrow night...after the brutal display I show against Tony Vitto...I don't expect this bullshit to continue. The games will stop. If not for me...than for the safety of any sorry-ass freshly employed jobber you send against me in that ring.
*** Another deep breath, still walking along Elm St. ***
Vitto, I feel bad for you. You had your little press conference where you talked about how hard you worked to get here, how much you were looking forward to kicking my ass. Well sorry, buddy, but that ain't gonna' happen. I worked harder than you EVER will...I've sacrificed more than you can imagine to get to where I am, to get this opportunity. You? You haven't sacrificed ANYTHING. But you DID say you were willing to sacrifice it all for this business, which is good...because you're going to have to. You said it came down to who was willing to sacrifice more, and you're right. Because right now, I'm not willing to sacrifice ANYTHING. Yeah, I am fast. I am agile. But I'm also dangerous as shit, Vitto, and I'm going to whip you silly. You know that little patch of skin between the asshole and the ballsack? That little thing that's like...like...this long...
*** Caine holds up his thumb and forefinger a few inches apart ***
What do they call it...the grundle? Yeah, THAT'S YOU. You're NOTHING TO ME, Tony Vitto. You're an afterthought in a world full of uncaring. You asked where my gold was, right, Tony? I'll tell you. It's around Jason Borden's waist. I wanted Borden this week, and I didn't get him. Make no mistake, I am royally pissed about it. And all that aggression is going to be taken out on YOU. I am going to Raising Caine your ass so hard I'm going to knock the hair grease out of your head. You're MINE, Vitto. And you're DONE.
*** Adrian Caine turns away from the camera and walks into Riley's Gym to work out for his "big match" with Tony Vitto ***
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