CJ O'Donnell

Name: Chris or CJ
Age: 34
Years of Fed Experience: 16 Years
Contact Info: Twitter - @ceejayod, Skype - Guinnesslad11 or PM on the board    

Real Name: Caleb James O'Donnell
D.O.B.: 09/22/1992
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hometown: Boston, Massachusetts
Pic Base: Conor McGregor
Twitter: @ceejayod

Ring Name: CJ O'Donnell
Nicknames: The Distinguished, King of Controversy 
Hails From:
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160
Alignment: Heel
Trained By: Unknown
Character Biography: As a kid growing up in Boston CJ was bullied. We all know how that story goes as CJ now bullies people inside the ring. He does not really get along with his parents as the did not agree with his decision to become a professional wrestler. CJ does not really care what people think about him and has no problem ruffling any feathers just to get a rise out of someone.
Career History: Boardwalk Wrestling and 4 Corners Wrestling. He is one of the founding fathers of a stable called Unstable. While in Boardwalk Wrestling he won the Anarchy Title and held it for two weeks before he dropped it for some high class hookers in Atlantic City. Three weeks after he won the Internet Title and held it for 240 days. The longest title reign in Boardwalk Wrestling history. At Crowning Achievement III he faced Danny B in a Casket Match and put his career on the line in the match. CJ lost the match in what is being billed as The Atlantic City Screw Job. When CJ left Boardwalk his record was 21-5.

As far as 4CW goes he is still currently wrestling with them. Jason Cashe, Chris Madison, Cyrus Riddle and himself are representing Unstable there. CJ is currently in the tournament to crown the 4CW Champion as it was vacated after The Unstable put the former champion Dakota Smith on the self about a month ago. CJ has had two opportunities to win the Tag Team in 4CW but both times he came up short. His singles record in 4CW is 3-1 while he is 1-2 in tag team matches.

He is currently also managed by one Leslie Blackwell.
Gimmick: (An explanation of your character's persona. How do they act in the ring? What sets them apart from the generic grappler? Be as descriptive as possible.)
Entrance Music: 'Beast' (feat. Busta Rhymes, KXNG Crooked & Tech N9ne) - Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard
Entrance Description:

"When the sun rises
I wake up and chase my dreams
I won't regret when the sun sets
Cause I live MY LIFE like I'm a beast
I'm a mothafucking beast"

"Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire
I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva
Watch me wet and heat shit up like I'm a washer and a dryer
While I beat you in your head until you tire"

"I'm a motherfucking beast"

As the beginning notes of "Beast" begins to play, the arena goes to darkness. With the beats kicking in, "The Distinguished" slowly walks out with a huge smirk on his face as the fans welcome him with a chorus of boos throughout the arena.

Ring Announcer: "Coming to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, representing "The Unstable"! He is "THE DISTINGUISHED" CEE JAY OOOOOO... DDOONNNNEELLLL!!!"

As O'Donnell slowly makes his way down to the ring he can not help but take in all the insults and jeers from the crowd.

"I'ma motherfucking beast
I'ma, I'ma fuckin' beast
I'ma mothafuckin' beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)"

"I'm a motherfucking beast right
Homie welcome to the east side, where the killers reside
We playing war games, please hide
Ain't no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride
Bust shots from a car seat
Or maybe hang you 'til your neck is broke
Choke with you with a Stethoscope
That's how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street"

Caleb has reached the end of the entrance way and is making his way up the ring steps. Once CJ gets on the top steps he raises his arms up in the air which only receives more boos from the audience tonight.

"I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast!
I'ma mothafuckin' beast
Fucking mothafucking beast
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems)
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)"

CJ has entered the ring now and he takes off his black Unstable t-shirt. He rolls it into a ball and acts like he is about to toss it into the crowd but instead he drops it over the top ropes and it lands on the outside on the floor. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.

I'm a motherfucking beast!"

Fighting Style: Brawler
In-Ring Strengths: Speed and Ring Intelligence
In-Ring Weakness: Size and Temper
Favorite Match Type: Last Man Standing
Favorite Weapon: Shillelagh
Common Moves:
[1] DDT
[2] Elbow Strikes
[3] Belly to Back Suplex
[4] Dropkick to Knee
[5] Short Arm Clothesline
[6] Enziguri
[7] Backdrop
[8] Snap Suplex
[9] Knee drop
[10] Suplex
[11] Leg drop
[12] Single Leg Boston Crab
[13] Figure Four Leglock around Ringpost
[14] Spear
[15] Mutiple Haymakers
[16] Dropkick from Second Ropes
[17] Clothesline
[18] Closed Fist while Mounting an opponent
[19] Reverse DDT
[20] Dropkick
[21] Cross Body from Top Rope
[22] Multiple Knees to the midsections
[23] Legdrop from Second Ropes
[24] Shoulder Block
[25] DDT on the Ring Apron 

Signature Moves:
1. Irish Kiss Curb Stomp - www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3m-lBjaPp4
2. Feet Don't Fail Me Now Repeated Kicks to Chest Followed by Roundhouse Kick - www.youtube.com/watch?v=QdhOST1BJf4
3. Distinguished Plex Deadlift German Suplex - www.youtube.com/watch?v=agzNMHrmbgo

Finisher(s):
1. Irish Knowledge Running High Knee - www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXaIFZtkVgg
2. Celtic Curse Scorpion Crosslock - www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoptXaYxnws

In-Ring Attire:
- He comes down to the ring wear a black Unstable t-shirt (he takes it off while he wrestles.). He wears green wrestling long shorts with black kneepads and black boots.

Sample Roleplay:
February 1st 2016
Atlantic City, New Jersey - 1:00 PM[/b]

The camera fades in and you see “The Marvel” Matt Meyhu standing outside of the Tanger Outlets. From down the block you see “The Distinguished” Caleb James O’Donnell walking down Arctic Avenue. CJ is walking with confidence down the street as Meyhu is looking at him like he is crazy. As CJ gets closer to The Marvel they say hi by fist bumping right hands with each other. The Distinguished looks like shit like he hasn’t slept in a few days.[/b]

“You know you are a very hard man to get in contact with?”

“I’ve been a bit busy.”

CJ and Matt begin to walk outside the exterior of the Atlantic City outlets as the cold weather has kept most people inside today. So as The Marvel and Distinguished begin to window shop the conversation continues.[/b]

“Bullshit. You have been avoiding my calls. I have been calling you all hours of the day and night. Last week Amber was worried sick about you. She even said you rarely visited her while she was in the hospital. So what gives?”

“I knew she was in good hands. Besides, I’m back now. Just had some business to take care of. Deals to get done. Money to be made. You miss me?”

As O’Donnell and Meyhu are starting to walk by stores the conversation continues. CJ looks up and sees Kay’s Jewelry Outlet and a smile comes across his face.[/b]

“Divorce papers to sign. Engagement rings to look at. How many fucking excuses are you going to give me. Do not try to bullshit a bullshitter it will not work. Of course, I missed you but I think Amber knows about the bar tab we ran up two Thursday’s ago.”

Meyhu punches CJ in the arm knowing he was being a sarcastic bastard with the comment.[/b]

“Engagement rings? Settle down! And she’s run up her fair share of bar tabs.”

“She has but she felt left out. I told you we should have broken her out of the hospital that night. Anyway I need to pick your mind about something…”

“Shoot.”

“Wait a second are you hungry?”

“Sure am.”

“Subway good for you.”

The Marvel nods as CJ opens up to the Subway door and holds it open. As Meyhu enters you see there is a line of people waiting to get their sandwiches. CJ and Matt get on line.[/b]

“Anyway like I was saying ... Danny B… You are the last man he faced that he actually defended his title against. So I need to know what happened? Why wasn’t The Marvel successful?”

”I wish I knew for sure. It was just his kind of match, I guess. Certainly not what I was expecting. I gave it everything I had. He’s one tricky fucker.”

Both Meyhu and O’Donnell get about two feet closer as another happy customer is taken care of by the Subway employee.[/b]

“You know everyone has said the same thing. When you think you have him down and out he pulls a fucking rabbit out of his hat and surprises the shit out of you. I guess you can say he is good at beating the odds. Also I wanna ask you why the fuck did you wrestle on Xtra? You were not booked and did not need to defend my honor? You have held the Internet Title before I understand that but I thought you were going to go after something else? Perhaps the tag team belts with a Distorted Angel?”

“It certainly wasn’t planned. But, I was offered a shot to keep that belt in the family. You know me. I never turn down a prize fight. I didn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands, it had nothing to do with your honor. You made your choice. As for Danny, don’t let his magic act get into your head, man. The thing about luck is, it always runs out.

“Bro, I hope you showered with bleach after the match you allowed that Power Ranger loving skank Amy Jo Smyth to touch you. I mean I understand why you lost it is because her upper lip stunk but still if you wanted the Internet Title all you had to do was ask. I would have easily handed you the belt but like I said I thought you had other plans. I am not worried about The Ripper’s magic show as it tends to get a little repetitive after a while. I want to see him escape a casket after I set the bitch on fire. Speaking of casket matches have you ever been involved in one?”

“Never. And hopefully never will.”

“Why not? Are you afraid of the dark Marvel?”

“Nah, just closed spaces. I guess that doesn’t matter as long as you stay out of the casket.”

CJ and Matt are next on line.[/b]

“Any idea what you are getting?”

“I usually wait until I get up to the counter before I make an important decision like that.”

“Very true lunch is an important meal. Not as important as breakfast but still we have to eat healthy as we have big matches next Thursday. So if I stay away from an open casket and I should be fine.”

The Marvel nods.[/b]

“So do you think I am completely insane for putting my Boardwalk Wrestling career on the line?”

“Not at all. That’s motivation if I’ve ever seen it. I know I’d fight ten times harder if my career was on the line.”

“Damn right I am gonna fight until I can no longer move by my own power. Alright well what I going to say to you is something very deep but I need you to promise me something…”

“Anything.”

“If by some fluke Danny does manage to defeat me and retain. I want you to make sure Unstable remains in Boardwalk Wrestling. Continue the movement that I started over eight months ago. Do not allow anyone in that does not deserve to be in it. Trust no owner. Forget about the fans. Trust your heart as it will not steer you wrong.”

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary, but you’ve got it bro. We won’t be letting these people off the hook anytime soon. The Unstable will haunt Boardwalk Wrestling forever.”

“Better to be safe than sorry. I do not trust the front office of Boardwalk as you never know what they are up to. They have been too quiet for me. Oh and one more thing - always and I do mean always protect Amber. She might seem to be strong right now but I can tell that she is hurting. It is not the injury either. I know it goes deeper than that. I am sure you will get to the bottom of it as you do lo-”

The Marvel cuts off O’Donnell before he can finish that word.[/b]

“Say no more. You’re right. And I will. Trust me, I’ve always got her best interests in mind. She’ll be alright, promise.”

“I am going to hold you to that because if you break her heart I am going to have to break something of yours. It is only fair as that is my sister after all.”

”Heh, you got it man.”

As CJ and Matt go up to the counter to place their order.[/b]

“I’ll take a Chicken and Bacon Ranch Melt footlong on Italian Herb and Cheese bread. Yes I’ll have it toasted with extra ranch dressing.”

“I’ll take an Oven Roasted Chicken footlong on Wheat bread. Throw some lettuce, tomatoes, olives and mayonnaise on it.”

As the female Subway employee begins to make both sandwiches the two Unstable members continue their conversation.[/b]

“Any final words of encouragement before I devour this sandwich.”

“You’ve got a lot on the line here, but just treat it like any other match. He’s no different from anyone else you’ve faced. Live in the moment and you’ll be fine, bro.”

As the sandwiches are finally done. They walk back to the table. Each taking a seat across from one another.[/b]

“I always live in the moment. Bon appetit.”

CJ and Matt both taking a bite out of their Subway sandwiches you can see the sandwiches are good as their eyes tell a story. The camera fades to black.[/b]

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I find it very amusing that the Atlantic City Champion looks rattled. The bell has not even rung yet and still he looks like a shell of a man. Danny B you claim to be The Ripper but the words did not exactly flow for you. I think I even heard a stutter.

A man who claims to be so good at mind games is starting to fail at his own game. I bet you are still trying to figure out just exactly why I would leave the Internet Title inside the ring. Are you confused? Did you find it odd? Do I have your attention? I could flat out say why but where is the fun in that. I rather leave you with more questions than answers. You see Danny where you fucked up is you thought you were better than me at mind games. You see Danny I do not play games like this often but when I do I have learned from the best. Men like Ian Bishop have trained me how to look weak when I am actually strong. So go ahead and try to figure out my mind but if you get lost it in that is no one’s fault but your own.

Some Atlantic City Champion you are you can not even remember your last title defense. So let me give you a history lesson. You defeated “The Archetype” Cyrus Riddle for the belt at Ring Royalty II. Then you went on to Life’s A Gamble II to face “The Marvel” Matt Meyhu and you successfully retained. So I guess old age is starting to get to you as you can not even remember the last time you defended your Atlantic City Title. Do not worry because when I close that casket lid shut on you at Crowning Achievement III the Atlantic City Champion is going to be going around a Distinguished waist.

Also keep on focusing on other people who are not in this match. You are not wrestling them. You are wrestling a man who has put everything on the line. He has everything to lose and that makes me a very dangerous man inside and outside the ring. So Danny I want you to take a good look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself this question - Are you willing to sacrifice everything just to walk out of Atlantic City as Champion? I am! Not a doubt in my mind I will sacrifice my body. I will spill blood inside the ring if I have to. Whatever it takes I will do to win.

Danny the more and more I learn about you it seems like there is alway one common denominator in “The Distorted Angel” Amber Ryan. It seems you follow her around like a puppy dog. Are you really that obsessed with her? You see I know the history between you two. I have watched your matches. I have study. I have trained. But most importantly I am not living in some fantasy world like you are. Hate to break it to you buddy but come back to reality. You are not living in the medieval times.

Danny the more you talk the more you look weak and pathetic. I am almost baffled at how you even became the Atlantic City Champion. I hate to see a grown man struggle so I am going to help you out. Be original. Stop you poor excuse for a reply promo. What am I in your mind so much you can not think for yourself? Think outside the box. Get out of your comfort zone. Really I had respect for you going into this match but your trash talk is fucking weak. It has holes like swiss cheese. If all you are going to do is constantly rebuttal whatever I say the battle is already won. The match is over. The bell does not even have to ring. Your title reign ends on the 4th of February.

Go ahead and say I am looking past you but the truth is you are speaking like a defeated man. A man who has lost his heart, determination, willingness to fight. You are stagnant. The passion and fire is gone. You had your career Danny so do us all a favor and hang it up before you embarrass yourself.

We all know that you are Michael Pettis golden boy. You were his hand selected person to hold the title. That is because you are good little soldier. You follow orders like a pawn does in a chess game. You are expendable. Everyone knows Pettis has done everything in his power to keep the Atlantic City Championship off of me. It would give him a fucking heart attack if I won it. Why? Because he can not control me. I am a man of my own rules. I do not follow him like a boy scout. I question his every decision and that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Am I worried that he will fuck me over in this casket match? Absolutely not. Pettis does not have the balls to play hard ball just like you Danny he is a pussy. So Danny do me a favor and polish up that Atlantic City Title up nicely because in a few days it will be around the waist of your truly.

Go ahead and keep telling these people lies we all know the end result will be a NEW Atlantic City Champion. So come out here with your short stories about irrelevant stuff because all you are doing is making it more difficult for you. I know how hard it is to say goodbye to a title but trust me it for the best. You are not a true champion. It is time for the Unstable to rise and that is exactly we will do at Crowning Achievement III.

See you soon chump! [/b]

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February 1st 2016
Leslie Blackwell Office - 3:00 PM[/b]

Sunlight shined through the large office window, dappling through the fine pale grey linen curtains. Shedding small splashes of gold against a wall with wallpaper the color of antique silver. The metallic sheen and smooth finish displayed that the owner paid particular attention to the fine details. On one wall a large ornate silver mirror hung those that knew what to look for would spot it as an antique right away, and it added a touch of old world class to the otherwise modern office. Adjacent to the mirror was a tasteful display of Leslie's accomplishments. Each one frame in a slender silver frame. Behind her desk Leslie proudly displayed her newest acquisition that was recently given to her as a gift.

The painting was a city scape in the rain. A study of: whites, greys, blacks, and silvers acrylic paints made up the city. In the puddles however, the city was reflected as a vibrant watercolor painting...full of color.

It was a captivating piece of work that fit into her office perfectly. The young woman's office was sophisticated from her sleek metal and glass desk to her charcoal grey chairs. The only color in the room besides the painting, came from various vases full of bright flowers and two pieces of blown glass.

Leslie was seated behind her desk going over the latest stack of paperwork, when her secretary escorted her newest client through her office doors.

As “The Distinguished” Caleb James O’Donnell walks into the office you notice he is in a nice navy blue three piece suit. There are many instances that may require a three piece suit. Having the right suit is great for business, but it can be used for other occasions as well. From weddings to parties, and other special events, like an important business meeting with a manager. As CJ approaches Leslie a smile comes across his face and he extends his hand to shake hers.[/b]

“Good afternoon Miss Blackwell. How are you today?”

Munin set her paperwork work to the side with a genuine smile and shook his hand. She honestly a bit surprised at how happy she was to see the Irish man.[/b]

“I’m doing fine Mr.O'Donnell how are you? Get into any new mischief?”

As a smirk comes across The Distinguished One’s face he answers.[/b]

“I am good. No complaints on my end. Me mischief … Absolutely not. I was on my best behavior. Image is everything right?”

Leslie looked back at her papers, her brown curls falling forward to hide her smile.[/b]

“That depends on who you ask. Lucky for us part of your image is your shenanigans.”

“That's very true, but I was asking you...I don't much care for what anyone else may have to say.”

Leslie looked up at him, her hazel eyes widened slightly with surprise. Her client wasn't typically so forward with his teasing. Typically she could brush off his comments with a smile, but this time...This time she found herself looking away once more. This time to hide her blush.[/b]

““Then I would have to say I value substance over image. It is very easy to make an image after all.”

“I love the way you think. More women should have your mentality.”

She missed his heated look, but his tone was inescapable.

Leslie refused to be flustered by his antics however. She was after all a business woman, and she had dealt with men that...Well some men didn't understand the concept of not interested until they had a few volts of electricity running through them. She had never blushed at any of their comments.[/b]

“So is there a reason you wanted to see me today Miss Blackwell?”

CJ takes a seat in one of the cushioned seats in front of Leslie's desk. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. He had a lot more patience than anyone gave him credit for, and he was confident that eventually he would get under Leslie's polished image. He contemplated what the woman beneath would be like. There was no doubt in his mind that it would be worth his patience to find out.

Catching his intense look Leslie cleared her throat and straightened her papers. Her smile was small and fleeting, as she met his gaze with her own.[/b]

“I think that you will be happy to hear that there is a clothing line that was very impressed with your whiskey commercial. They would like to have you behind their product, and possibly the rest of your stable CJ.”

A smile appears across the face of The Distinguished One as he maintains eye contact with Leslie.[/b]

“That is great news. Where would my career be without you? I can not thank you enough Miss Blackwell. So what do you need from me or us should I say?”

“I need you to help me schedule a day and time to take sample pictures.”

“Consider it done. Can it wait until after February 4th? I kind of have an important match coming up in Boardwalk Wrestling and I need to focus on it. I put my career on the line so I could get a shot at the Atlantic City Title.”

Leslie dropped her pen and stared at him for a moment, her mouth slightly ajar.[/b]

“This was your news? Have you lost your mind?”

She was close to sputtering and slightly annoyed with his calm amusement. His widening grin was what helped her tap down on her shock. No sense in letting him enjoy this to much. She was starting to suspect that the man exalted in getting under her skin.[/b]

“Yes I figured it was time to go big or go home. I know it might have been a bit of a rash decision but I am confident I can defeat Danny B in a casket match. Maybe I should have contacted you before I made the decision but I have to follow my gut. It has not steered me wrong yet. Sorry if I stepped out of line. I promise it will never happen again.”

She nodded her head after letting her words trail off. This was something she could work with. The man was either brilliant or insane...perhaps both.Leslie grew silent for a moment, her mind working overtime to sort through all the variables...and repercussions. You could almost see the gears turning in her brain.[/b]

“You should have talked to me, but if there is anyone that could pull something this crazy off it would be you.”

She turned her gaze to rest on him once more. Her hazel eyes more green than golden brown with her intensity.[/b]

“We can make this work win or lose this could bring you to a whole new level, but if you are going to be a gambling man you have to play your cards right.”

She began to pace in front of him one elegant finger tapping against her glossed lips. Her glass green button up shirt and brown leather pencil skirt moved perfectly with her body.[/b]

“You were beginning to feel stagnant and stifled in your current position in Boardwalk, right? No one could defeat you, and no one could offer you a challenge good enough to sate your competitive nature. O'Donnell isn't looking for the cushy title reign. He doesn't want the easy road. O'Donnell wants a fight where he has to earn every inch of ground he gains. A fight so epic that he will be happy just to make it out alive, and so he is willing to put everything on the line for that fight. Win or lose he will no longer be stifled…”

She nodded her head after letting her words trail off. This was something she could work with. The man was either brilliant or insane...perhaps both.[/b]

“It seems Miss Blackwell you know me oh too well. I could not have said it better myself. Since I stepped foot inside a wrestling ring I have stated I want to fight the best of the best. I do not want anything handed to me. People take my confidence for me being a cocky…”

CJ pauses for a moment.[/b]

“Pardon the language but a cocky ignorant egotistical asshole. I am far from that. I just want a challenge. I want to push myself to my limits and then some. Is that too much to ask?”

As CJ stands up and looks at Leslie you can tell just how much he wants this upcoming match at Crowning Achievement. His eyes tell you everything you need to know.[/b]

“Maybe I am crazy. I mean what man would be willing to put his career on the line without any hesitation. A wise man once told me if you want something do not be afraid to take a chance. This is my chance and if I fall flat on my face I know you will help me up.”

Leslie nodded her head, and absently reached for her pen.[/b]

“First order of business…”

She trailed off to look around for her pad of paper. After spotting it Leslie gave a small ah ha and scooped it up.[/b]

“What is your plan B?”

As The Distinguished thinks for a moment.[/b]

“Would it be cocky of me to say I did not think of plan B? I mean worst case scenario I become available for more bookings I am sure I will not be on the market long. Best case scenario I become a top tier champion in Boardwalk Wrestling and I get a nice little bonus.”

CJ flashes a smile in Leslie’s direction.[/b]

“So either way you will have new challenges...it's pretty much a win win for you.”

“You have to keep it positive all the time because the moment you do not then you start to fail in life. You need to have faith in oneself.”

Leslie’s smile was bemused.[/b]

“Well then all that's left is for you to give me a time and date for the sample pictures. I'll have temporary contracts drawn up for everyone to insure that you are all reimbursed for your time. I'll have the actual contracts drawn up as well incase they decide to carry on with the project that day. I will take care of the air fares for this venture. Think of it as my own gamble.”

"Thank you. I really do appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. You are a beautiful woman who takes pride in her work."

CJ looked like he wanted to say something else but he hesitated for a moment. Usually Caleb is very vocal but you can tell the next words out of his mouth is going to be something out of the ordinary.[/b]

"So Miss Blackwell I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat?"

She paused in making her notes to look up at him. It wasn't at all unusual to have a business meeting over lunch, but their business for today was concluded. So this was just lunch...He hadn't invited her to anything outside of the business scene since the first night they met. While it had been a bit surreal to watch "A Wonderful Life" at the theater with a stranger on Christmas Eve, it had also been enjoyable.[/b]

"Sure I could use something to eat. Did you have a place in mind?"

She paused in making her notes to look up at him. It wasn't at all unusual to have a business meeting over lunch, but their business for today was concluded. So this was just lunch...He hadn't invited her to anything outside of the business scene since the first night they met. While it had been a bit surreal to watch "A Wonderful Life" at the theater with a stranger on Christmas Eve, it had also been enjoyable.[/b]

"I was going to say ladies choice and my treat also. So what are you in the mood for?"

"Hm, actually I would love a bit of stew, and there just so happens to be a small Irish pub around the corner."

"Works for me then. Do you want me to wait outside while you finish up anything?"

She set her pen and paper to the side, and quickly retrieved her purse.[/b]

"No I can go now, please grab my coat from the hook though."

CJ walks over to where Leslie was hanging and took it off the hook. As he walks toward Leslie he holds it open so she can put the coat on with ease.[/b]

"Here let me help you."

“Thank you.”

"You are very welcome."

CJ walks to the door and holds open the door.[/b]

"After you Miss Blackwell."

“Thank you."

“Anytime Miss Blackwell, please consider me your personal Distinguished Gentleman.”

The camera fades out as Leslie and CJ exit the door to Blackwell’s office and wait for the elevator to go downstairs.[/b]

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You know, I'm really not surprised Danny B. You said exactly what I figured, and predicted, you would say. You have all kinds of accusations to sling at me, you've got all kinds of names to call me Danny B. I knew you would go for the obvious target. You thought "hey, O'Donnell is known for having a bad temper, I'll just make him mad at me, and then it'll be easy to take him out." Or the one every says how I corrupted sweet and innocent Julliet Brooks. Yeah keep judging that book by that cover because once you start reading the inside it is a completely different person. I’ll let you figure that out tho...

Nice try Danny B... but not quite. You see, Danny you are in over your head. I'm coming into Bally’s Casino and Hotel for one reason, and that is to take that belt that's around your waist, and put it around mine. I'm coming in a challenger, and leaving the Atlantic City champion, and trust me Danny B... there isn't a thing you can do about it. You've made the mistake everyone has made. You see "Irish” and you automatically think "stupid drunken idiot." Do I have a bad temper? Yeah. But trust me my apathetic buddy, trying to play on it will get you exactly nowhere.

I'll give you your props though Danny B. You have done everything you said you did. You beat Cyrus Riddle, you're the man who ended his streak... hey, that's a huge accomplishment. It wasn't a fluke, you did it. So congrats but I also defeated him twice. You beat The Marvel, a former Boardwalk Wrestling Internet and Atlantic City Champion. You even beat Amy Jo Smyth, a female no one gave you a chance against. It’s all true, and I won't even pretend like it’s false, what's the point?

But Danny B, I have news for you. I'm not Riddle, Meyhu, or Smyth... my name is Caleb James O'Donnell. Like it or not, the Unstable does represent the elite in wrestling. Have we hit a few rough spots along the way? Yeah… and you know what? None of it matters one bit. The Unstable is still on top, and just like every other time our doom has been predicted, we'll come out and prove it in the upcoming weeks. Your accomplishments are big, but that takes nothing away from who I am.

You can call me a choke artist if you want Danny B, you can compare me to a big sack of shit if you want. But it doesn't matter. Calling me a big sack of shit is meaningless. So what, you going to get down and wrestle with a bag of manure. Is that supposed to be the big psychological attack that somehow gets under my skin and gives you the advantage? Hell, if anything, it just makes you look like the unsanitary nitwit you are. I’m sure it will be good for a laugh. As for being a choke artist... uh-uh. Not even close. Is the Internet Title no longer on my waist? Yeah it is but it was my choice. I am the only man in Boardwalk Wrestling history to win two titles and vacate them both. I was never pinned to lose the Anarchy or Internet Title. No one else can say that.

Try all the tricks you like Danny Boy, pull out all the metaphors and silly visual aids you can think of. None of it’s going to matter. I want that belt around my waist, and I won't stop until I am Atlantic City Champion, and that casket lid closes.

REST IN PEACE DANNY BOY!!!

A NEW DISTINGUISHED ERA WILL BEGIN ON FEBRUARY 4TH 2016!!

NO PERKS…

NO MERCY…

NO REGRETS…

THE UNSTABLE WAY OF LIFE!!![/b][/font]