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With the road of High Stakes underway. Every single Climax Control until then was going to be huge. It was going to be massive. They would all be shows no one was going to want to miss, because of all the implications that could be taking place. That even included some of the matches that were already booked. There was a lot more behind them that met the eye and alot more than could take place to intensify those situations.

At this moment there was a camera crew on hand. For a very good reason too. The little red light to signify the cameras were recording was what “The Highlight of the Night” found himself focusing on. A small smirk crossing the lips of Calvin. This wasn’t something that should’ve come as a surprise considering what was right around the corner for Calvin at Climax Control. That being said though, he found himself speaking up and breaking the silence.

“ I’m a firm believer that in life you are always destined to come in contact with certain people. ”

For a moment there was just a brief pause coming from the Internet Champion.

“ By that I mean, I believe in life. You’re always determined to cross paths with someone that turns out to be your one true best friend. You’re always determined to come across that one person that turns out to be your future life partner. Hell, the same goes for even negative people. I truly believe that you’re forever destined to come across that one person that is bound to be a thorn in your side, or that one person that is forever going to end up being your mortal enemy. Just the way that life works. But with that being said, because that’s my mindset.

I also believe in wrestling. You’re forever meant to come across that one person that’s going to be your best dance partner. For better or for worse, depending on how you look at it in the end. At one point, I thought that maybe I had found that person years ago. After all, we were putting on banger after banger when it came to our matches. The hatred for each other was real and it was something that the fans truly felt. But a few weeks back when I really sat down to watch one of the matches that Miles Kasey was in. That’s when my mindset changed. Sure, we hadn’t shared a ring with each other.

But watching everything that Miles was doing. Every crisp movement. The speed. The agility. The insane moves that he kept pulling out. That never says Die Attitude he carried himself with. I knew right then and there Miles is going to be my best dance partner in this ring. I’ve already said it. I know the man is going to meet me every step out the way when it comes to getting in the ring with each other. That’s something I look forward to. And it starts this week. ”

While looking at the cameras before him. Calvin gave a small little head nod.

“ We could sit here and talk about each other until we are blue in the face. We could highlight each other’s abilities. We could talk about the ups and downs we’ve faced over our careers. You could talk about how I was once one of the biggest pieces of shit this company once had. I could talk about how at one point you couldn’t buy a win if your life depended on it. There’s so much that could be said about one another, but I feel like this isn’t a time for talking. This isn’t to be running our mouths. That’s not what the people are coming to see this match for. Nah, instead what they are coming to see this match for is to see us at our best. They’re coming to see us prove what we’ve been saying. ”

For weeks now, the two men had been teasing this encounter with one another. One that all of the fans seemed to be on board with. It was going to be their first ever encounter. Therefore they had to make sure they delivered.

“ When it comes to pure professional wrestling I don’t think there’s a single person better than me. That means I don’t think the World Heavyweight Champion is better than me. That means I don’t think the Hall of Famer, J2H, is better than me. The snoozefest that is Jack Washington isn’t better than me. Bell to bell. There isn’t a single person that is better than me and I’m willing to die on that hill. But you, Miles. You’re the one that comes the closest. You’re the one that I know can go bell to bell with me. You’re the one that I know won’t bitch out in the end. You’re the one that’s going to keep fighting until you can’t physically fight anymore. And that is admirable. That is respectful. That goes a long way in my book. ”

Using his right hand he pointed right to his head. Like he was referring to it being the right kind of mindset and the right way to approach things.

“ On the flip side of it all. Miles, If I was a betting man. I’d like to think that you consider yourself the best. Even when you hit a patch of bad luck. You still see yourself as the best bell to bell wrestler. You likely feel deep down you should've broken through that glass ceiling. You likely feel like you should have a lot more than a fifty six day reign as the Roulette Champion. You likely feel as if you should’ve been in far more main events that you have. And at the end of the day, you want to have yourself a career that’s worthy of being placed in the Hall of Fame one day. And if that’s the mindset, I can’t disagree with you. You deserve all of that and a hell of a lot more. However, this Sunday is a great starting point for you to take back your career. ”

There was another brief little nod of his head.

“ All in all Miles. I’m excited for this match up. I’m excited to give the people what they want. I’m excited to give Sin City Wrestling the best professional wrestling they’ve ever seen. And above all else my man, I’m excited to share the ring with someone that I have an immense amount of respect for. This couldn’t have gone any better, if you ask me. And truth be told at the end of the day. All I can really say is make sure you bring it Miles. Because I know I will. ”

He took a step closer to the cameras. That serious set of eyes he had making sure to really focus on the cameras.

“ Simply put, it’s go-time, Miles! ”

Calvin kept that smirk spread across his expression. Giving the recording cameras a little wink before making his exit to the right. All leading to the cameras fading to black. He did his part in making sure that he hyped up the match between the two of them. But at this stage the words didn’t matter. Far too much time had been spent talking and hyping it up. It was now a situation where the fans were going to have to see it for them to really get that feeling for everything. And because of that Climax Control couldn’t come soon enough.

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The night of Climax Control had finally arrived. Still two hours away from the doors opening up for all the fans to be let in. Three hours away from the show actually happening, and where did Calvin find himself? He found himself where he always did before a show. Right there at ringside. Sitting on the apron to be exact as he was lacing up his training boots. He was about to stand up when GUY came crawling out from under the ring starling the Internet Champion.

GUY: Huzzah! I have arrived!

Of course, the flight or fight response had kicked in for the Highlight of the Night with being startled. He was very much in fight mode as he had his fist drawn back.

CALVIN HARRIS: Are you stupid or something?

GUY: Mama always said stupid is as stupid does.

CALVIN HARRIS: ... Okay there Forrest. What the hell are you doing under there?

GUY: What do you mean? This is my transport. This is how I get to every arena.

CALVIN HARRIS: What? Are you smoking something?

GUY: Oh no... smoke is bad for GUY and everyone for that matter.

By that time GUY had wiggled out from underneath the ring and got to a vertical basis. Leaning himself up against the ring apron.

GUY: So what’s going on bestie?!

CALVIN HARRIS: Oh, now we’re besties again. I haven’t seen you since that... little interview. Been gone for weeks. Pop back up out of nowhere and pretend like all is good?

GUY: You sound like a jaded lover right now, sir. And trust me, I get it. Everyone loves GUY and it showed with views on that interview. Been having big meetings in New York ever since. People wanted me to take over Jimmy Fallon’s gig and all. Telling you, GUY is a very popular man!

CALVIN HARRIS: There’s not a single person on earth that wants you to take... You know what. I’m not even going to go there right now. I gotta get warmed up.

That’s when Calvin stood himself up on the apron and wiped his feet off on the mat. Gripping the top rope to spring himself up and over the top rope. Starting to pace the ring back and forth, getting a feel for things.

GUY: Ya act like you got something important going on...

CALVIN HARRIS: You know if you paid attention to what’s going on in my career... like a best friend would. Then you would know that tonight is the first of a best of three series between Miles Kasey and myself.

GUY: Is that the guy with the funny accent?

CALVIN HARRIS: ... Come on man. Miles is one of the most notable faces on this roster. You got to know who he is.

GUY: Uh, the dude that does the one thing with his elbows?

CALVIN HARRIS: Disrespectful man. Super disrespectful. Miles is a talented fuckin’ dude.

By that time Calvin had turned and leaned against the ring ropes. Wrapping both of his arms around the top rope. Rocking back and forth against them to get a feel for the ropes. As well as stretching himself out a little bit.

CALVIN HARRIS: I have already spoken up on this before, but I’m kind of annoyed by the fact that it isn’t for the Internet Championship. That’s what we set all of this up for. I felt like that’s what people really want to see. It’s a dream match, but with everything that’s been happening lately. Keeps falling to the back burner. Kind of feel like we’re letting down our audience.

GUY: Pfft. Letting down the audience? You? You’re the highlight of their night my friend. There’s no way you’re letting anyone down.

CALVIN HARRIS: Don’t think you’re listening bro. It’s the company that’s letting them down. Certain decisions are being made that aren’t best for business. Not trying to sound like I’m speaking ill of them or anything, but I think being forced to wait on this. It’s a bad idea. But it what it is ya know? Just going to make the most of it tonight and make sure we put on a show.

Following his words, Calvin rushed forward and found himself leaping on the middle rope across from him. He springboarded himself into the air and rotated for a moonsault. Slamming both feet into the mat to plant it and land on his feet. Yet, the moment he landed it his right ankle buckled and he fell on his backside onto the mat. Quickly clutching his ankle.

CALVIN HARRIS: Ah fuck!

The immense amount of pain that was shooting up through his ankle was not ideal. Quickly, he reached for his boot and tugged at the laces as quickly as he could. Once they were undone, he had pulled his boot off as carefully as he could. Taking one look at his ankle and seeing the swelling. The ever so sarcastic and witty GUY couldn’t resist having something to say.

GUY: Oooh, that doesn’t look good.

CALVIN HARRIS: No shit Sherlock.

GUY: The name is GUY, not Sherlock.

CALVIN HARRIS: Care to fucking help me out here? I need to see the doc before the show starts.

He was gritting his teeth together. It was pretty obvious the pain was very much there. Scooting himself closer to the ropes so he get out of the ring. Once he was there, he ducked under the bottom rope, and threw one arm around GUY’s shoulder. Making sure to keep his foot elevated. He along with Guy’s help began to walk away from the ringside area.

---

In the medic and trainer’s office, Calvin sat there on one of the tables with his legs stretched out. An ice pack in hand as he was applying pressure to the ankle he had caused some damage to, roughly about an hour ago now. The office door came open and entered the medical physician that Sin City Wrestling had on hand for the night. There was a vanilla folder in hand as he pulled something out of it before tossing it up on a light up board. Turns out it was the x-ray of his ankle. The doctor folded his arms across his chest and took a look at the x-ray.

DOCTOR ANDREWS: Hmmm...

Of course, this piqued the interest of the Highlight of the Night. Calvin’s eyebrow raised as he looked over trying to see what was going on. However the doctor’s back was blocking the view.

CALVIN HARRIS: Anytime, I have ever been in a setting like this the word “Hmm” has never been a good thing. So... how bad are we talking?

DOCTOR ANDREWS: It isn’t nearly as bad as you think it is.

He unfolded his arms across his chest and found himself turning around to face Calvin.

DOCTOR ANDREWS: It isn’t anything like a break or even a tear. That much I can tell. Either one of those and you’d be in a lot more pain. You’d have no range of motion and the idea of walking would be next to impossible.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well, it doesn’t feel great despite the positives there.

DOCTOR ANDREWS: And it isn’t going to. The X-Rays aren’t a hundred clear due to all the swelling, but I’d say it’s probably a pretty severe high ankle sprain. Couple days off your feet, some ice, and some aspirin. You’ll be alright by next week.

CALVIN HARRIS: Next week? Nah, if it isn’t broken or torn. I’m going to just have to heavily wrap it up with some tape and hobble my ass to the ring.

DOCTOR ANDREWS: All due respect Mr. Harris, I don’t think that’s the best idea. It’s certainly not in your best interest. Like I said the x-rays aren’t a hundred percent clear with all the swelling. If there is a small fracture or even tear. It could get worse. And even with a severely sprained ankle, it could even lead to a break or a tear since you’re not stable out there.

By that time Calvin had scooted himself towards the edge of the table. Dangling both feet down some, but not stepping down just yet. Looking back up at the doctor.

CALVIN HARRIS: With all due respect Doc. I understand what your job is and I understand that you’re looking out for my best interest. But, I got an old school mindset with this wrestling shit. You don’t advertise something to the people and not give it to them. Not to mention, this roster is already filled with people that do shit half-assed anyway. I’m not going to be like that. Even only at half my best physically, I’m still going out there to do more and do better than some of these people.

DOCTOR ANDREWS: I really do not think it is in your best interest, but there isn’t a severe medical issue here. In reality there isn’t anything I can do to stop you. I just advise you think this one out a little more.

CALVIN HARRIS: Thought about it, and my mind is made up. But thanks for your time, Doc.

Following those words Calvin pushed himself up and attempted to put pressure down on that ankle. It was an instant shot of pain. Yet, he continued limping out of the office. Each step he took was done so gingerly, clearly not trying to further cause any issues. Although it seemed like the damage was already done at that point. No sooner than he had come through the door. He was met with the familiar face that was GUY with his cell phone up to his ear.

GUY: One moment, he’s here now!

CALVIN HARRIS: ... Who the hell are you talking to?

GUY: Alessandra.

CALVIN HARRIS: I swear, you want to be punched in the face sometimes. Why are you talking to my wife?!

GUY: Uh, my best friend got hurt. I felt it was my duty to inform her.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well, she can be the one that bitches your ear off right about now.

GUY: Huh?! What does that even mean?!

CALVIN HARRIS: I mean, you can be the one to tell her. I’m going to wrestle regardless of what the diagnosis was.

He found himself starting to limp away from GUY. Clearly not being as fast as he would’ve liked to be. But nevertheless he was moving along. GUY had a bit of a guilty looking expression on his face as he slowly began to bring the phone back up to his ear.

GUY: So....

Before anything else could be said on his end. GUY violently moved his head away from the phone once again as a female voice could be heard practically screaming into the phone. Coming to terms with the fact that he may have made a mistake just then. But that was something he was going to have to deal with. Meanwhile all the Highlight of the Night had to do was find someway for him to limp through this match and hope for the best in the end.

Cameras found themselves backstage in that particular moment. In fact they were specifically focused on a locker room door. The name plate “Calvin Harris” was front and center. At that exact moment the door came open and in doing so it appeared a cloud of smoke came rolling out of the room as well. Coughing could be heard as both Calvin Harris and Scott Oliver could be seen walking out of the room. Scott of course with a bandage covering the stitches on his forehead. All from the attack he received weeks ago. Both men were grinning from ear to ear.

Calvin Harris: Maannnn! It’s been a minute.

A cough escaped his lips as he hit his chest a little.

Scott Oliver: Good stuff though right?

Calvin Harris: I mean I was an edible guy myself more than anything back in the day, but it isn’t terrible.

Scott Oliver: Edibles are for the weak!

Calvin Harris: Oh shit! Weren’t we supposed to do something?

Scott Oliver: Uhhhhhh........

For a moment both of them kind of stared off into space. Seemingly lost in thought, as the entire audience were able to put two and two together with the situation involving them. Then suddenly a light bulb went off in his head. Scott snapped back and looked at Calvin.

Scott Oliver: I remember! You had some kind of announcement or something. I wanted to be the first to get the scoop.

Calvin Harris: Oh yeah, that’s right!

Scott Oliver: Wait... what time is it anyway?

Briefly Calvin pulled his phone out of his pocket to look at the time. His eyes go wide for a second or two before looking back up at Scott.

Calvin Harris: Brother, we missed the Climax Control broadcast.

Scott Oliver: Nah, there’s no way. We weren’t even in there that long.

Calvin Harris: We definitely were!

A chuckle began to fall from the man’s lips at that moment. It was pretty clear that both men were in their own little world.

Scott Oliver: Guess we could always use this as an exclusive. So, what was the whole announcement anyway?

Calvin Harris: Oh! Well, I know I’m a loooooooooooong way from ever competing for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. And I know there’s a lot of people out there that are still pretty sketchy about me.

Scott Oliver: Understatement man. More than you think, but hey you’re alright in my book. You followed the proper puff puff pa---

Calvin Harris: ANYWAY! I know that I got a long way to go before I’m ever on that level again and with people the jury still being out on me. I thought about what I could do to prove myself a little more and to get my feet a little more wet back in these waters.

Scott Oliver: This sounds juicy! Like watermelon. Remind me to get some from catering when we’re done here...

Calvin Harris: You got it, but the idea I came up with is this. Here real soon we’re going to find the Blast From The Past tournament going again. So, I’m going to throw my hand into the hat. Good way to prove I’m a changed man. I’d never teamed with anyone before. Especially someone that I have no idea who could end up being my tag team partner. And finding a way to successfully get it together. It takes some skill and it takes a whole lot of trust. But it’s a challenge I’m willing to take on!

Scott Oliver: Hey man, I’m with it. Throwing your name out there in something like that is a pretty big deal. Not sure whomever ends up being your partner would be happy, but I guess that’s the whole point of it right?

Calvin Harris: Well the point is to win, but I guess that kind of makes sense too. Element of surprise and being forced to work through those differences!

Again both men appeared to be very spacey and for the oh-so obvious reasons. But nevertheless people were getting quite an exclusive at that moment.

Calvin Harris: Dude, you think catering has Sour Patch Kids?

Scott Oliver: Watermelon flavored ones at that?

Calvin Harris: I’m fucking starving!

In that moment both men found themselves walking off laughing amongst themselves, leading to the cameras fading out.

OOC: I'm mad at myself for missing the segment deadline, because of work lol. So enjoy something I wanted to feature in the show for kicks & giggles!

 

ACT I: ROCK OUT

It was the night before Calvin would get on a flight to Las Vegas, Nevada and begin a long couple of days for Sin City Wrestling’s last ever Climax Control. Instead of finding himself in bed and getting some much needed relaxation. Calvin found himself in a secluded part of the house. More specifically inside of his wife’s personal studio. It was very rare that he spent any real time in this studio. Every now and then he would have joined Alessandra in seeing her record a song or two. But this wasn’t his area and he didn’t really have a musical talent in his bone. Yet for some reason, he was in the studio with an electric guitar in hand. However he wasn’t alone either. There was his three year old standing in front of a tiny microphone with her hands on her hips. Looking up at him tapping her foot impatiently.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Gosh Daddy! Hurry up!

CALVIN HARRIS: Hey! Cut me some slack here. Mama is the professional here.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Well learn to be one!

Sticking her tongue out in a sarcastic way. Calvin couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. He then proceeded to bring his fingers into position on the guitar as he looked back at her.

CALVIN HARRIS: You ready kiddo?!

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Duhhhhhh!

CALVIN HARRIS: Alright then. Here we go. One two, and a one, two, three!

Calvin began to use the pick in his hand against the guitar. Making some strong notes surge throughout the studio walls. Might not have been the best or the most on key, but they did string together nicely. Leaning forward into the microphone as he belted out lyrics.

CALVIN HARRIS: There Griffin was just fumblin’ round the ring, screaming...

Pausing for his moment. Looking right at VP as that was her cute. She grabbed her toy microphone screaming into it.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Man, I suck. I really-really suck!

A proud smirk crept on Calvin’s face. His fingers strumming against the guitar once again. Picking up the same stream of notes as he belted his lyrics out again.

CALVIN HARRIS: Snapping his bones and leaving himself paralyzed. Screaming...

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Man, I suck. I really-really suck!

CALVIN HARRIS: Griffin looked bad!

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: He looked bad!

CALVIN HARRIS: Griffin can’t wrestle!

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: He can’t wrestle!

CALVIN HARRIS: Griffin looked bad, he can’t wrestle, and I nearly laughed my ass off!

Calvin’s fingers began to strum across the guitar a little quicker. Picking up the pace to his not so perfect but at least somewhat in tune notes. Seemingly really getting into the music, until it was suddenly stopped. An erie silence filled the room. Quickly, Calvin and VP both looked over at where the guitar was supposed to be plugged in. Standing there cord in hand was a less than impressed looking Alessandra.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Uh oh...

The tiny girl quickly hid behind her father. Hiding her face cause she could tell the both of them were in trouble. Mostly because VP should have been in bed at this time or night. Calvin kind of gave a goofy grin and waved.

CALVIN HARRIS: ’Sup babe?

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me ‘sup with’ with our three year old being out of bed at two in the morning?

CALVIN HARRIS: Well you see... it’s ...

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: It’s that her father is being irresponsible. It’s that her father is just as much of a child as she is. It’s her father wants me to punch him in his chest for not following my bedtime rules.

CALVIN HARRIS: Or it’s her father wanted to spend some quality time with her before he went on the road again? And we just happen we make beautiful music together.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: No, she makes beautiful music. She can sing. You on the other hand? Well, love you truly so this might sting... You suck!

Alessandra finally dropped the cord and folded her arms across her chest a little bit. Calvin looked back at VP who was still hiding her little face behind him. Then looked back at his wife.

CALVIN HARRIS: I don’t know if I’d go that far and say that I suck.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Oh, but I would go that far. I’m the musician here. I’d know. As much as I’m all aboard with a parody song making fun of Griffin Hawkins dumbass. That was garbage and I’d appreciate if you never touch my equipment again.

CALVIN HARRIS: Jesus! Kill dreams why don’t you?!

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Well, you’re going to kill Griffin’s career in four days right?

CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, but...

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: But nothing. Stick to what you know. Be a good wrestler. End careers. Beat up useless wannabe rock stars like that. Just don’t disrespect my sactionary again.

Calvin just looked at her for a brief moment. Alessandra at that moment bent down at the knees and grabbed a hold of VP’s tiny hand. Pulling her towards her just a little bit.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: And as far as you go little girl...

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Mama, I’m sorry!

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Oh I know. But do me a favor? And stop letting your father talk you into bad ideas. They never end well. Making a song about Griffin Hawkins won’t do anything for you. It’ll make you just as relevant as him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Savage as fuck!

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: And this savage is now ending this rock star session. Get both of your behinds in bed or your grounded!

CALVIN HARRIS: Grounded?! I’m a grown ass...

Calvin was cut off mid-sentence just by the deadly glare that Alessandra was giving him as she scooped VP off the ground and into her arms. He kind of glared a bit and put his head down.

CALVIN HARRIS: I bet Becky didn’t cut Jesse and the Rippers off like this!

Those were the last words to come out of his mouth as he began to follow her up the steps and out of the studio. He hit the light switch behind him as he had this small little thought in the back of his head. He might have been having a little fun. He might have enjoyed poking fun at Griffin Hawkins. However in four days, it was going to be all about business and that’s when he was going to have to put an end to this entire Griffin Hawkins experience. It had lasted far too long, but he was the perfect man to do the job. If SCW lost another star just a few weeks before their last show. Oh well, it isn’t like Griffin Hawkins was anything special anyway.

ACT II: Pure Hatred

For the fans of Sin City Wrestling. Tomorrow night in the Gold Coast Casino, in Las Vegas, Nevada. It was going to be a bittersweet thing. This was officially going to be the very last Climax Control until the super show Full Circle. This would be the last time their weekly show would be around. It was something that dedicated fans had looked forward to for six long years. It was something that superstars and bombshells alike had looked forward to for six years. Only for it to be gone, just like that. After all the news of SCW was well known at this point. Sure enough though for it being the last Climax Control. All the stops had been pulled out. Some of the best matches you could ask for had been booked. Not to mention several legends were going to be part of the show. Somewhere even competing. It was just going to be a historic night.

But there was always that one bad egg. There was always that one person that would make what was meant to be a good and enjoyable thing for everyone else, and turn it into a non-enjoyable situation. In this case that bad egg happened to be the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. As the cameras found themselves opening up at that exact moment. There was Calvin Harris. An already irritated look consumed his eyes. That alone was enough to set the tone and let people know that was about to come out of his mouth wasn’t going to be something that was the least bit pleasant. Then again at this point people had come to know just exactly how the Martyr was. There was almost nothing pleasant that ever came from dealing with him. Locking those eyes on the cameras recording him. He began to speak, breaking the silence and further cementing the stone for how this was going to be.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’d like to think at this point that it isn’t a shock in the least bit that I don’t like Griffin Hawkins. Matter of fact it should be pretty damn obvious that I have a pure and utter hatred for Griffin Hawkins. A hatred that runs so deep that if the man was on fire and basically dying in front of me. I wouldn’t so much as waste my time by pissing on him to put him out. I’d much rather enjoy just watching him burn to death.

Calvin spoke with such a confidence about him. It was real difficult for anyone to ever think that he wasn’t serious about what he was saying. This man was talking about enjoying someone burning to death and he genuinely sounded like he meant it.

CALVIN HARRIS: Of course, I can already here it now. Thousands upon thousands of people are going to say that’s going too far. I am sure the moment I get back to my phone. I’m going to have hundreds upon hundreds of tweets of people cussing me out because I said that. Not to mention, I am sure those comments are going to have Griffin all in his feels. I can only imagine the crap that’s going to come out of his mouth. At the same exact time. Allow me to just be honest with all of you, shall I? There’s nothing that either of you can say that’s going to make me feel bad. There’s nothing that Griffin can say that’s going to make me take my comments back. For I have never been a man that’s backed down from anything he’s ever said. I’m not about to start now. Not to mention when I say that hatred runs deep. Trust me, it’s as deep as it gets and there’s no cure for it.

There was a brief shake of his head. By no means was it a surprise that Calvin had a dislike or as he put it a hatred for Griffin. That much had been known for a few months now. Question on everyone’s mind though. Is why was there such a hatred? Especially one that seemingly couldn’t be cured. That was the insane part that made people wonder.

CALVIN HARRIS: Now surely at this point. Griffin right along with the rest of you marks. Are asking yourselves one simple question. Something along the lines of. Why do I hate Griffin? What could have possibly happened that triggered such a deep hatred? How could someone like Griffin, someone that everyone loves rub me the wrong way so bad that I’d be alright with his death? Well, that’s simple. You see contrary to popular belief. It has nothing to do with our very brief interaction with each other a few months ago. Matter of fact the hatred doesn’t stem from anything SCW related at all. Now, I assure you the way he went popping off at the mouth several weeks back didn’t help him any, but that’s not where it started at all. Nah, in fact the hatred for Griffin started several-several years ago and it would have been something he didn’t even know happened.

Pausing for a brief moment. It was clear that his pause was intentional. For no other reason than to make people wonder where this was going to go. However the Martyr himself knew there was no chance that anyone would ever guess.

CALVIN HARRIS: You see one of the things that I hate the most about professional wrestling these days is there are far too many fakes. By that I mean there are far too many people that have gotten into the business without any proper training. There’s been far too many people that have gotten into this business who think just after one training class that they’ve got what it takes to go far. There are far too many people that should have never been broken into this business that somehow weasel their way into said business, but then don’t take it seriously. Griffin Hawkins is one of those people. I can’t tell you how many times when I did actually follow this goofball, the pure and utter bullshit that he’d put out on twitter. In between useless retweets, his youtube songs, and all this “rock” on shit.

A few tweets would surface where the guy would put himself over. He’d talk about how good he was. He’d talk about all these things he had supposedly accomplished. For crying out loud the guy had his own championship made. And this is the thing that annoyed me the most about all of that. It wasn’t that he was clearly a mark for himself. Everyone knows I hate that shit, but that wasn't the issue. It wasn’t that the dude was hyping himself up. He didn’t do anything I haven’t done. But instead the issue I had, is this guy was hyping himself up to be this great wrestler. Yet had no actual proof. None, zero, zip, nada. He had no proof to any of these credentials in which he was bragging about. There were no matches of him having these excellent matches, he never mentioned a single promotion by name, and at the end of the day it looked like Griffin Hawkins was blowing smoke.

Calvin gritted his teeth together just a little bit. For it seemed just mentioning what he believed was true about Griffin was something that got under his skin like no other.

CALVIN HARRIS: It didn’t take me very long after that to figure out that Griffin Hawkins falls into a certain category of people. That category of people is generally described as twitter wrestlers. In case you don’t know what those are. Allow me to explain. They’re this small group of people that form a twitter account. They start following all these wrestlers and all these wrestling promotions. They start sucking up, kissing ass, blowing smoke, and doing all their snowball bullshit. Telling all these lies to people to make himself seem cool. Forming all these relationships with people that were buying into his bullshit. To the point that those people actually started to stand up for him when someone called him out.

Because like idiots they got wrapped up in the lies that he was telling. Simply put Griffin along with the other community of twitter wrestlers are nothing more than marks that have never really done anything in the wrestling business and don’t actually want to step into the ring, but want to act tough and live the glamorous life of living a wrestler. Griffin is kind of like that forty year old virgin that lives at home with his parents that believes wrestling is still real and believes that he could be the best wrestler in the world. It’s the most pathetic thing ever, but at the same time one of the most hilarious things ever. Though it did get funniest from there. A lot funnier, when Griffin got more and more offended when people called him out.

The man was like a child. He raged when people said that he was full of shit. He got all kinds of butt-hurt when people demanded to know where he had wrestled before and to name the people he’s been in the ring with. He got irritated when people called him out and demanded to know who he was trained by or where he was trained. If he wasn’t getting pissed off at that. He was trying his hardest to make fun of those that were calling him out. He was trying his hardest to make people look foolish, for making him foolish. The dude looks like he’s damn near fifty and he was acting like an eleven year old on twitter. Fucking pathetic in every sense of the word. After seeing all of this. I stopped following Griffin and I thought I’d never encounter the dude ever again.

Once again there was another shake in his head. Those few words that came out of his mouth were clearly words that were aiming to bury the Internet Champion. By no means at all there was there a ounce of respect for the self proclaimed Rockstar. That alone made things interesting. It made people want to see why he hated him, but at the same time exactly where this was going to go.

CALVIN HARRIS: But in one of the rare incidents in life. I ended up being wrong about encountering Griffin. Cause a few years after I stopped following the joke. He ended up showing up in a company by the name of World Elite Wrestling. The very first company that I could say that I called home and the very first major company I had ever worked for. I had been there about three years by the time that Griffin had shown up. And much like when Griffin showed up to SCW. There was a lot of hype surrounding him. There were a lot of people already singing his praises. From the gate people were expecting big things out of him. All I did was roll my eyes. I knew then the dude was going to fall on his face. Though, I admit that it shocked me that he decided to leave the twitter world. It didn’t surprise me that he decided to stop hiding behind - at the tim - a hundred and forty characters or less and actually step into the ring. At the same time though, I knew it would only be a matter of time before you exposed yourself to the world and sure enough that’s what you ended up doing.

A very brief and sarcastic chuckle fell from his lips. It was like he took pride in Griffin failing, or at least in his opinion failing.

CALVIN HARRIS: Not long after Griffin arrived to WEW. The man found himself taking loss after loss. He found himself being put in the ring with real talent, to which he didn’t even come close to competing with. Most of the time when Griffin was in the ring. He was dominated. He was in what looked like squash matches. I guess you could say that most of the time when he competed. He was jobbed out and that’s because of the lack of talent he had compared to the people that he was in the ring with. Needless to say because the people were seeing it with their own eyes. The hype that Griffin had around him died down fast. People weren’t singing his praises anymore.

Matter of fact the fans had soured on him and a lot of people were just saying that Griffin Hawkins was just another guy on the roster. Didn’t have anything to offer and wasn’t going to end up going anywhere. Which, I could have told them from the start. After a few weeks of those losses piling up. All of the sudden Griffin stopped showing up when he was booked. He stopped appearing in segments that were designed from him. Pretty much in two months time Griffin Hawkins was non-existent to the WEW roster. It’s like he had packed up his bags and disappeared. Come to find out, he actually did take his ball and go home. By why he did so is what makes me laugh. It had to do with how he was treated, or that’s how he was putting it on twitter.

In true Calvin fashion. He began to roll his eyes just a little bit and showcasing just how much he found that specific situation to be annoying more than anything else. Then again griffin was much like Calvin the sense that he should be allowed to say what he wanted to say, when he wanted to say it. It all came down to a figure of speech.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yes, Griffin has always been like a little girl. Always has to put his feelings out there on social media. Dude is and always will be a little bitch. But the point is, Griffin was putting it out there how he was disrespected by people in WEW. He was talking about how no one would “build him up” and talking about how everyone “no sold” him.  He was bitter about how no one took him seriously and how everyone was just writing him off. Yes, believe it or not. This was the type of shit the dude was saying. But in reality, it’s never been anyone’s job to “sell him” or to “build him” up. It’s never been required for anyone to take him seriously or make him out to be some big deal. That’s not anyone’s job but his own.

Of course Griffin doesn’t have any real talent. Therefore he can’t do any of those things and expects everyone to do it for him. Although as he was hit with a much needed reality check. That’s not how the business worked. Griffin crawled back into his twitterverse and that’s where he seemed to stay for quite sometime. I thought I’d never see him again.But once again in a rare incident I was wrong. Because he showed up here in SCW. Only for history to seemingly repeat itself. Everyone was sucking the dude’s dick. Everyone was putting him over as the greatest thing to come to SCW. People were putting this guy up on this pedestal. It was enough to make me sick, but at the same time I wasn’t that bothered by it. I expected it to wear off like it did before.

Along with that, I expected history to repeat itself in the sense that our paths wouldn’t cross one another. Now if this was baseball, it’d be three strikes I’m out. For the third time I’d be wrong. Because it didn’t wear off like it did last time. Instead Griffin somehow someway found a way to progress and not just progress but found someway to win a championship around here. Not just that, but the man has found someway to have a winning streak. At this point, I’m not even sure if he’s lost since joining SCW. That boggles my fucking mind because it makes no sense. Granted, I know most of the roster is garbage. I mean the talent on this roster is pretty trash, but they can’t be that bad that a twitter wrestler.

Someone that’s never really done anything in this business is just dominating them. But that seems to be the case right now. Along with being wrong about that. I was also wrong about the two of us having our paths cross one another. It’s obvious at this point that tomorrow night. In the main event of the final ever Climax Control. The two of us are going to go one on one. I would have never thought that I’d ever have a match with him. Considering my talent speaks for itself and that I should be in the ring with people that are my equal. But at the same time after the last few weeks with how the men in charge have been doing things. I guess I should say that I am not surprised. This is the match they’ve decided for me.

Still in full effect Calvin was speaking like he was highly annoyed by everything in regards to this situation. The Martyr had expressed on more than one occasion how much. After all for months now Calvin had been expressing how annoyed he had been with the company and how they were treating him. At the same time though nothing had changed. It was falling upon deaf ears. Therefore his rants weren’t really getting him anywhere.

CALVIN HARRIS: There’s so much that I have to say about that, but before I do. I feel like I’ve got address the very first time that Griffin and I were forced to interact here in SCW. It was only a few months back when I was put into a tag match. Taking on the team of The Unholy Alliance, to which the powers that be thought it would be a genius idea that I be teamed with Griffin. To me that was them setting me up to fail. To me that was them setting me up to lose. That was nothing more than a slap in the face to me and a slap in the face to my abilities. To which I openly expressed and let it be known I wasn’t a fan. I wasn’t a fan of the match or my so called partner. Pretty sure I said that Griffin wasn’t good enough to be my tag partner.

To which apparently, I offended him in the process. I was shamed left and right on twitter. Griffin was mad that I didn’t him a direct tweet where I took time to tag him. First and foremost, I didn’t think I needed to waste thirty seconds of my life on you. Second of all, you saw the tweet anyway. You heard the promo anyway. It made its way around the locker room. Obviously, you found out how I felt about you one way or the other. So does it really make a difference that I didn’t directly tag you in a tweet? Jesus Christ, could you sound anymore like a bitch? Not to mention, you sound like you could get tougher skin. You lashed out and started blowing up my notifications for days, until I muted you. All because I didn’t want you as my tag partner? Ha!

If that caused the response it did. I could imagine the amount of spaztastic tweets that are going to come from you after all that I’ve said this time out. Good news for me is like I said, you’re muted and I won’t see any of them. However I brought that up to point out that just a few months ago. You couldn’t handle one negative thing being said about you. Which proves that nothing has changed about you. You’re a giant man-child who cries anytime someone attacks you from a verbal sense. Well, newsflash Griffin. You’re garbage. You’re not good at wrestling. You shouldn’t be in this business. Don’t know how many times that needs to be said, but because that’s the case. I’m going to call it like I see it. I don't care how hurt you get. Don’t care how emotion you get.

But there might be one saving grace to all of this. After this promo is leaked. There’s nothing else to be said on my end in regards to you. I won’t be attacking you in a verbal sense. I won’t be picking apart your lackluster abilities. I won’t be forcing you to be all in your feelings and on the verge of crying your eyes out. Nah, all of that will end when it comes to talking. Cause you see the one thing you’ve yet to understand in this business. There’s a time for talking, but then there’s a time for backing up said talk. Eventually someone who is talking the talk, has to walk the walk. I know you’ve never truly had to walk the walk. I on the other hand have several times therefore it’s going to be a cake walk for me Sunday night at Climax Control.

His smirk on his lips began to spread into an arrogant smirk once again. That smirk was starting to paint the picture that he had something evil up his sleeve. Like something was about to be said that couldn’t be unheard and that might forever just sake the foundation of things. After all that’s just the kind of person that he was.

CALVIN HARRIS: The time for talking ends the moment that the two of us step into the ring. Which is why the first thing I’m going to do is punch you right in your fucking mouth. That one single punch is going to be years of pent of frustration and aggression. It’s going to be years of hatred. It’s all going to come up in that one punch and that punch just might be the very thing that ends this match. Hell, it could even be the one thing that ends your career. But if for some reason, you do manage to get up with less teeth in your mouth. Then, I’ll punch you as hard as I can a second time and I’ll keep doing that until you stay down. You see, Griffin. This isn’t about who is the best wrestler.

This isn’t about putting on a final show for SCW. Instead this is simply about me beating your ass, embarrassing you, and ending your career. You’ve been a fake and phony since day one, and people like you don’t belong in my business. No one has had the balls to end you before, so I am going to be the one to do it and I know there’s nothing you can do about it. Because you don’t have the skill or the talent to stop me. You’re a complete and utter waste of space. Your mother should have strangled you when you were born. You serve no purpose and I’m finally going to make you see that light. Whether you want to or not.

Each word escaping his lips caused that smirk to grow a little more. The fire in his eyes becoming more intense.

CALVIN HARRIS: Griffin Hawkins, your time as a burning bright star has come to an end. You’re going to be like every other person I’ve faced up until this point. You’re going to be sucked into this black abyss and you’re going to disappear into obscurity. Meanwhile in the end I’ll be the one with my hand raised high in victory once again. For I have always been and always will be better than someone like you!

Those were the very last words to come out of his mouth. His expression said it all in wrapping everything up. He meant every word that he said and that he was a man that was on a mission. A mission that couldn’t be stopped no matter how heard that Griffin might have tried. There was just no way it could be derailed. In that moment the Martyr turned and walked right out of the cameras view leading to the cameras slowly fading to static. Now for the next twenty four hours people were left wondering what was going to come out of all of this. It wasn’t going to be a match that anyone wanted to miss. Sin City Wrestling was going to go out with a bang that was for sure.

 

ACT I: Stupidity At It’s Finest

“What in the actual fuck?”

Those words came out of Calvin’s mouth as he sat down in the middle of a public restaurant. His wife sitting on the opposite side of the table with this puzzled look on her face. Not that he would have been able to see that look on her face considering his attention was buried into his iPhone. Course, his attention was brought to his phone thanks to a notification that had popped up. In particular thanks to an email that he had received from the office of Sin City Wrestling. The email he was reading was making his blood boil and was angering him, quite possibly more than it should.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: So, I take it going to dinner and being able to enjoy each other’s company is out?

Her comments made Calvin actually look up from his phone for the first time since he got the notification. Based on the glare that he was getting, it was quite obvious she wasn’t very happy with him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Sorry.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: No, you’re not and I’d appreciate if you didn’t apologize for things you’re not sorry for. Especially considering this is a frequent thing with you.

CALVIN HARRIS: Now come on that’s an unfair statement to make. I don’t do this every time we got out.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: If it wasn’t such a common thing, Calvin. I wouldn’t have asked you to keep your phone in the car before we even walked in here. So it’s frequent enough.

A slight roll of her eyes came. Her attention went to the menu that was sitting on the table before her. Opening it up and putting her attention to it now with the intentions of zoning him out. Calvin could sense how this night was going to end up going over him simply picking up his phone. Granted there was a part of him that understood why she was upset, but at the same time it didn’t need to be made a big deal. Taking his phone and sitting it down.

CALVIN HARRIS: Look, you can take my apology or not. I do however apologize. I just wish there was one time when I did look at my phone with emails from them. That it wasn’t something stupid going on.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: And how many times have I told you to stop setting unrealistic standards?

CALVIN HARRIS: Well...

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: No, I don’t even want to hear any of that well stuff. I am pretty sure whatever you’re talking about deals with the company. Every single week you’re home. Every single week since you signed your name to a contract. There’s something that happens. Something that irks you. Something that pisses you off. It never fails and the moment you stop thinking it’ll get better. The better off you’re going to be.

CALVIN HARRIS: Jesus Fucking Christ. Are you mood tonight or what?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Moody? Nah, I’m not. I’m just fed up with the man I married crying and behaving like a little bitch. It’s annoying and disappointing at the same time.

Her comments instantly caused Calvin’s gaze to turn into a glare. The fact he was already in a bad mood over the email that he had gotten. Then she was giving him attitude, only to top it off by insulting him with the one word that irked him more than anything. Being called a bitch for any man was a fighting words. It challenged their manhood. Alessandra looked over her menu for a brief moment to make eye contact with him.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Don’t give me that look.

CALVIN HARRIS: You know how I feel about that word.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: And you know how I feel about you acting like one. But what is it now, Calvin. What could have you so bitter that it’s starting to ruin one of our nights alone together?

CALVIN HARRIS: It’s just booking shit. Forget about it.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Of course, it’s booking related. But oh no. You’ve done gotten yourself all worked up. So, I won’t be just forgetting it. Get it off your chest so we can attempt to save this night.

There was a little bit of sarcasm in her voice. Rightfully so considering that she was frustrated with the whole situation unfolding before her. Placing the menu down and placing her eyes all on him. Because of that sarcasm and because of how this night was turning out. The truth be told Calvin didn’t really feel the need to carry on this conversation with her, but at the same exact time. He knew if he didn’t get it off his chest. It was going to further ruin his night. Not to mention she wouldn’t let up on it herself until he began to talk about it.

CALVIN HARRIS: It all comes down to the fact I am the World Heavyweight Champion there. I am the single most important person on their roster. I am the single most valuable person on their roster. Therefore all eyes should be on me. Not to mention Ward and Underwood should be worried about keeping their top guy happy. But no, they could care less. They still treat me as if I don’t matter. Despite winning their title twice and making their golden boy Dmitri fold under the pressure. Now maybe they’re bitter that I refused to be part of last week’s show. But I’m not going to partake in something where some fucking goofy ass chick is running the night and forcing people to dress up. This is professional wrestling. Not a chance for the ugly bitch to live out her prom night because no one thought she was attractive enough to want to take her.

With every word that was coming out of his mouth at this moment. It was making him sound more and more bitter. Seemed like there was a much-much deeper issue than he was letting on. Alessandra sat there in silence giving him the chance to get it all off his chest.

CALVIN HARRIS: And then I find out through this email that another one of the morons on the roster are being allowed to run the show. Literally every aspect of the fucking show. He’s allowed to book every last match on the show. He’s allowed to make changes to the show as far as the entire set up. He’s banning people from bringing cell-phones and cameras into the arena. This includes the fans and the people in the back. But to top this stupid shit off. They’re actually allowing this fucktard to book himself in a match against me. Not just any match mind you. Oh no, it’s a ladder match.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Let me just stop you there for just a moment. I love you I do. You make me want to stab you more often times than not with your own stupidity, but I love you nonetheless. However if you think for one single second that someone being allowed to run the show that’s a wrestler wouldn’t book themselves in a match against the champion and for the championship. Then you’re pretty darn stupid and I might need to question being married to someone that dumb.

CALVIN HARRIS: First and foremost, fuck you.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Nah, with the way you’ve been acting lately. You’ll be lucky to even get again before the end of the year.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the fuck ever. The point I’m making here is the dumbass, didn’t even make a match for the championship. That would have been way more understanding than this goofy ass shit that he booked. Instead he has a tinfoil hat hanging above the ring for us to grab.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Excuse me, what?!

CALVIN HARRIS: That’s exactly the same thing that went through my mind when I read this email!

Calvin found himself pointing to the top screen of his phone that was sitting on top of that table. Based on that statement alone, it would have been very easy to come up with the conclusion to the fact this match he was set to compete in didn’t make any damn sense at all. Who in the hell battles one another in a ladder match where the prize hanging above the ring is a tinfoil hat? The answer was simple. No one did that. There was no reason to do that. Shaking his head a little bit, the thought of what he was going to have to deal with in a few days running through his head.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: That’s quite possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of as far as a match stipulation goes.

CALVIN HARRIS: Thank God someone is seeing it the way that I’m seeing it. What the hell is the point? What the hell does anyone truly gain from reaching up and grabbing a tinfoil fucking hat? What is the significance?! Like at this point, I’d be better off defending the title against someone that doesn’t deserve it to avoid looking stupid in this match!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Uh, yeah that would certainly be a better situation. I kinda feel really bad for you. I’ve seen some really bad stipulations in my time. I’ve feuds start over the silliest and most petty things. I’ve seen people be hit over the head with light tubes just for the sake of doing so. This on the other hand might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen in wrestling.

CALVIN HARRIS: You damn right it is. And of course, no one is going to listen to me. Ward and Underwood will ignore me as they always do. They’ll allow the match to happen. All because of this “King For A Day” bullshit. This is nothing more than a slap in the face to me, their goddamn World Champion!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: You got that right. It’s a slap in the face. Hell, I’d say it’s more than that. By just being in association with this match. It could quite possibly ruin your career. Like, if you compete in this match. You’re going to look like a joke. No one would ever want you to work for them. It’s like you’d be stuck in SCW forever, just for the sake of having a job.

CALVIN HARRIS: Alright, knock that shit off. You’re taking it too far now!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Am I though, Calvin? Just imagine it. You get black-balled from professional wrestling as a whole. Because you allowed yourself to be apart of this abortion that they’re trying to sell as a professional wrestling match!

Alessandra lifted her eyebrow up a little bit at that moment. Now truth be told she was going a little bit too far with the situation at hand. Although there was a reason for it. She took pride in getting under his skin. There was no real reason for it other than it gave her some satisfaction from time to time. It was all out of love. Calvin just glared at her.

CALVIN HARRIS: Do you really have to be like this?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Do I really? No, but I find it fun to annoy you. Especially when you’ve annoyed me.

CALVIN HARRIS: Annoyed you?! What the hell have I done to annoy you?!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Being soft and complaining about this instead of feeding me..

CALVIN HARRIS: And this is why I said forget it? I didn’t want to talk to you about it.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Don’t be such a baby, Calvin. Is this quite possibly the stupidest stipulation I’ve ever heard of for a match? Yes. Is it a match that doesn’t do anything for you? Yes. Will it end up being a giant waste of your time? Of course, it will be. But I am going to tell you the same thing I’ve been telling you every single time something comes up like this. Which seems to be every damn week at this point.

CALVIN HARRIS: And what’s that ol’ wise one?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: It’s nice of you to finally start calling me by a name that’s suitable..

In true Alessandra form. She sat there across from him at the table with a smirk spread across her lips. Calvin’s glare in his eyes got a little more intense. Becoming more than fed up with her comments and the way she was carrying herself at this point. That sense was starting to sink in more which is why she moved on to her point fairly quickly.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: At this point Calvin, you’re damn near untouchable. You’ve continued to overcome every obstacle placed in front of you. Every time they expect you to fail, you succeed. Time and time again, you knock the ball out of the park. Based on what I’m hearing. This is a walk in the park. This is an easy matchup for you. You’re in the ring with someone that has no value and will likely be gone in a few months. Take advantage of an easy night. Win this pointless match and put it behind you. It’s as simple as that.

There was a small shrug of her shoulders. Her hands grabbing a hold of the menu once again but this time actually opening it up to look at the options inside.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Ultimately, you’re going to do whatever you want to do. However, I’m kind of over the conversation. Believe we’re meant to be out enjoying dinner. Not listening to your career problems.

CALVIN HARRIS: I really hate you sometimes.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Nah, you don’t. Nice try though. Now how about you hush up and get to deciding on food? And it better not be cheesesticks. Cause, I’ll be taking those from you to add to the collection of my own.

Calvin heard her words and rolled his eyes a little bit. In return he lifted his own menu and opened it up to begin browsing through the options. Truth be told he was still very much annoyed with the entire situation he found himself dealing with. By no means did he have any desire to compete in this match. Sure, it was an easy night. Sure, it was certainly an easy victory. But at the end of the day, when it was all said and done. There was no benefit for him at all. Sadly though, he knew that there was no way around this and when he walked into Phoenix, Arizona. This is exactly what he was going to have deal with.

ACT II: The Fall Of A False King

The days were drawing closer and closer to Sunday. Which Sundays were the day that Sin City Wrestling fans looked forward to the most. Why was that? Well, it was fairly simple. Sunday was the day that Climax Control took place. There was some dedicated fans out there. They never missed a show. Some of them would literally travel from show to show just to experience it live. As it turned out this Climax Control was going to be a very special edition. For as it was announced The Modern Day Crusader, the man whom won the “King For A Day” match back at High Stakes would get the chance to live out his title as King. The entire Climax Control would be The Modern Day Crusader’s vision. It would go down the way that he wanted it to go down. All of the matches taking place were matches that he himself had booked. So on and so forth. Needless to say there were quite a few fans that were looking forward to this night.

However as much as the fans of SCW were looking forward to it. It was almost a guarantee that there was going to be at least one person that wasn’t looking forward to this night at all. As it turns out that one person that wasn’t looking forward to the night happened to be someone that worked for the company. However it wasn’t just any person. Oh no, it was one of the most important people in the company. If not the single most important person and that being the SCW World Heavyweight Champion himself, Calvin Harris. By no means had he been quiet on social media when it came down to how he felt about this match. On this particular day, people were going to be blessed with hearing from the Martyr. Even if they didn’t want to, they didn’t have much of a choice. Cameras found themselves panning in at that particular moment. Sure enough there stood the champion.

CALVIN HARRIS: You know if you open up most history books. You’ll be able to find at least one or two stories where there was a powerful king that ruled over a kingdom. He was the man that made all the decisions. He was a man that made all the rules. He was a man that forced his peasants to do as he said. To which if those people didn’t do what he said and didn’t do what was expected of them. Then they were forced to suffer the repercussions of their actions. Sometimes the king would have them arrested. Sometimes the king would have them murdered. Whatever he felt was suitable and at the same time struck his own ego. After all at the end of the day it was always about the King’s ego.

Calvin had spoke with such a confidence to him. All while ensuring that the SCW World Heavyweight Championship was front and center sitting over his right shoulder. That intense look in his eyes as he made sure to have his gaze directly on the lens of the camera crew before him.

CALVIN HARRIS: At the same exact time that you read this type of stuff in history books. At some point, you’re going to discover that people eventually got fed up with the King. Eventually people became sick of his ego. Eventually those so called peasants became fed up with the King doing what was best for himself, instead of the kingdom and that’s when they began to conspire against the King. Nine times out ten the peasants saw their only way out was to assassinate the King. To which more often times than not. They’re plan was flawed and it backfired in their face. But there has been a few times in history where a plan did come together and a King was assassinated by his people. All because he let his own ego matter more than anything else. But I bring that up to bring this point up. What happens when the man that is claiming to be King in your kingdom is not only ego driven but a complete and utter goof? What happens when the man that is claiming to be King to your kingdom is lying through his teeth? What happens if that King is a false one? Is that punishable by death? Should an assassination take place?

There was a slight arch in his eyebrow as he asked that question in a very questioning like manner. Of course, Calvin was being Calvin. Knowing that people wouldn’t have a chance to give a proper response. Then again that was all part of his plan. Right away, he began to speak up again picking up where he had left off.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well, I suppose in just a few days at Climax Control. We’re going to find out aren’t we, Mr. Modern Day Crusader? Despite how I personally feel about everything that’s been decided for this Sunday. It’s in the books that the two of us are going to be facing each other. And why is that? Well, it has everything to do with Christian Underwood and Mark Ward. Making a mistake back at High Stakes. They made quite possibly one of the biggest mistakes as far as owners of a professional wrestling company goes. That mistake involves them allowing their inmates to run their asylum. That mistake involves them allowing one of their wrestlers to have full control of every aspect of a show.

From the matches being booked to stipulations for those matches to even what is or isn’t allowed on that night. Now I am sure that the two of you thought that the Queen and King for a day matches was some of your best ideas. You know considering everyone in this company aside from me is a yes man and everyone in this company aside from me simply doesn’t have the balls to tell you when your ideas flat out fucking suck. This was one of those times, but considering that the two of you continue to ignore me at every turn. I know that what I’m saying at this moment is falling on deaf ears. It has never been a good idea to ever let someone on your roster be in control of how a show goes down.

Seeing as it almost is a guarantee that they’re going to abuse the power. It is almost a guarantee that the person is going to do everything they can to stroke their own ego. Seeing as that person is going to do whatever they can to make the entire show about them. That’s exactly what Alice Knight did, one week ago. The entire show was about her. She was damn near in every segment. The show was designed to stroke her own ego and to make her look like a star, but at the same time. That show was one of the worst shows of 2017. I’d hate to see the ratings to that show. Because I am willing to bet cash money, they aren’t good. There wasn’t anything positive about last week’s show. Much like there’s nothing that will be positive about this show.

As he spoke there was a particular bitterness to his words. By no means as all was he holding back when it came to how he felt about the show that would be here in just a few days. Thing was, he was far from done with getting things off his chest. Which was almost a guarantee that it was going to get even worse with time.

CALVIN HARRIS: Look at this show from top to bottom and you’ll see every last flaw that’s taking place. First and foremost, Crusader. You kick the show off with James Tuscini and a fucking clown? Are you trying to make sure that people walk out of the show as soon as the first match takes place? Are you wanting people to literally go and demand refunds on their tickets because they didn’t buy them to see pure garbage? Because that’s what it sounds like. You’re also doing them no favors by banning cell phones and cameras. Like who the fuck do you think you are? As much as I hate every last cock-sucker that sits in those stands. At the end of the day, they’re a fan and fans take photos. They brag on social media. They want the entire experience of being at a wrestling show. Yet here is King Dumbass trying to take that from them. And it doesn’t get any better. Looking at each match. It’s clear that you’re just trying to piss everyone off. Including the people that work for this company.

You’re dangerously working on having people walk out on the two men that are your bosses and that doesn’t seem to matter. Forcing the Bombshell World Champion, Mikah into a match with Alice Knight? Like what the hell are you even thinking? Mikah deserves competition. She deserves to be in the ring with someone that is a little more equal. Instead you’re forcing her to waste time with literally one of the worst women to ever sign a deal with this company. Not to mention the main event of the night. What fucking sense does it make to have the Tag Team Championships defended against a team that’s going to be gone the very next day? It’s been announced that Travis Nathaniel Andrews and Horace Jackson can’t hack it as wrestlers anymore. So they’re retiring like a couple of pussies and you reward that with a title match?! Like are you too mentally challenged to understand the word retired? Or maybe this is just a matter of you don’t give a fuck, so you’re going to do what you want all because you can.

Calvin shook his head a little bit at that moment. There was a look of pure disgust on his expression when he let those words come out of his mouth. It was starting to come out a little bit at a time that he had developed quite the dislike for The Modern Day Crusader. That in itself was going to make for an interesting result, when the two of them found themselves facing off on Sunday. Which was exactly where his next point lead.

CALVIN HARRIS: I think you proved that point when it came to what you did in regards to me. I am the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. Two-time champion to be exact and as much as it irks people. As much as it might upset people. Truth of the matter is I am the single most important person on this roster. Therefore I should be the focal point of every show. I should be the man that’s involved in every segment. All eyes should be on me. I’m the man that should be in the main event time and time again. But you did what Ward and Underwood do. You treat me like I’m not important. You treat me like this title on me doesn’t mean anything. Then to top it all of. You did what is the most predictable thing to do. You did what every wrestler does when they are able to book a show. You went into business for yourself and resulting in you booking yourself against the champion. You sad pathetic, fuck.

That disgusted and disgruntled look on his face got a little more intense. Something that was truly not going to be much of a surprise to anyone. After all it was The Martyr here. The man was never happy with any situation, he found himself in.

CALVIN HARRIS: This is the main reason why allowing a wrestler to have control of booking a show is a bad idea. It’s pretty sad that you went there Crusader. Even Alice when she ran the show last week. As much as she’s useless and as much as I think she shouldn’t be employed. I’ve got to give her credit where credit is due. When she was in charge the week before, she didn’t put herself in a match with Mikah. She didn’t put herself in a match with any champion. The woman didn’t even put herself in a match. Least she didn’t go out of her way to stroke her ego that much, but you on the other hand. You damn near went all in. Honestly, I’m a little surprised that you didn’t finish going all the way.

You already abused the power of putting yourself in a match with me. Why didn’t you just go ahead and take advantage of the situation by forcing me to defend the title as well? Were you afraid that would be too much? Or were you afraid of what would happen when we actually stepped into the ring with one another? After all let’s be real here for a second shall we Crusader? I know, just like you know. The only reason you booked yourself in a match with me is because any other time it wouldn’t have happened. You know that you’re so far down on the totem pole that even if Ward and Underwood don’t like me. They would have never wasted their time in booking a match that wasn’t going to draw.

They would have never wasted their time in putting on a match that no one had any desire to see. Most of all though, they would have never put on a match where I was the one with the upper hand. Or in this case a match where it’s pretty obvious than when it is all said and done. I’m going to be leaving with the victory. Which brings me to the point of why you didn’t go all out. Sure, you couldn’t have fought the urge to face me. You couldn’t fight the urge to attempt to put yourself over by abusing your power and placing yourself in the ring with the World Champion. But even though you couldn’t fight those urges. The reason you didn’t make this a title match is because in the back of your head. You knew there was a chance you’d end up falling flat on your face.

In that pea-sized brain of yours. You knew there was a very good chance that you could end up losing the match. And what sense would it make for you to go all out to make this a title match only for you to come up short in the end? I give you that much credit. You were smart enough to see that. But you still made the silly mistake of making the match happen. Not only that, but you’ve managed to ensure that our match is quite possibly the worst match that will ever take place in the year 2017. Like worse than any match that Griffin Hawkins has ever had in his career or will ever have in his career. What the hell went through your head, when you decided to book a ladder match where the prize hanging above is a tinfoil fucking hat?!

Calvin could feel his blood boiling at that particular moment. A tinfoil hat ladder match? It was mind boggling and the very thing that he had been obsessing about since the match was announced. Therefore he was going to make damn sure that he got it all of his chest at this moment. He wanted to bury the match and let it be known just how stupid it was. Even if it was going to make people not want to see it. That was fine with him. As long as he got it all out into the open.

CALVIN HARRIS: Better yet, I don’t even want to know what is going through your head. Because it’s fairly obvious that you didn’t have an actual sane thought cross through there when you made this match. Or maybe the thought was to book the most ridiculous match that you could. In order to get under my skin. If you got under my skin, then maybe your thought process was that you’d actually have a chance. Because, I’d be pissed off. I’d be irritated. I’d be moody and that I wouldn’t be thinking right. But at the same time Crusader. I can tell you that doing this isn’t going to get the result that you want. It isn’t going to be enough to take me out my game. It isn’t going to be enough to force me to make a mistake. Instead booking this bullshit did piss me off. Because it’s clear you’re aiming to make me look bad, but in pissing me off. All you’re doing is ensuring that the moment I step into the ring with you on Sunday. That I punch as hard as I can square in the face and making it cave in like a package of hamburger.

Following that statement. Calvin held up his right hand - his dominant hand and just looking at it for a brief moment. Nodding his head a little bit. That visual was more than enough to drive the point home of where this was going to be headed when the two men found themselves in the ring with each other.

CALVIN HARRIS: Do you really think that you can take a punch that damn hard? Because, I don’t think you can. Much like I don’t think that you’re going to be able to handle the amount of pain that I intend to inflict on you with as many steel ladders as I can get my hands on. I mean think about it Crusader. Do you think that you’re going to be able to stand up after being slammed face first into a ladder? I’m by far one of the toughest men on this roster. But every time I’ve been in a ladder match. When I’ve been hit with one in the face. It’s nearly kept me down for good. I’d be willing to bet, it does for you. After all you’re not anywhere near as tough as I am. But moving along there Crusader.

Do you think that you’re going to be able to put up a real fight after having your head split open by a steel ladder? Because I can promise you that having your head split wide open by steel is one of the worst injuries a person can have. It’s almost a guarantee that wound is going to be deep. You’re going to need several stitches. Not to mention there’s going to be that throbbing pounding in your head for days following. Along with the concussion that is going to make you feel like you’re about to puke all over yourself. I’ve been there. I’ve dealt with that. It’s not fun, but people like me are made to fight on through injuries like that. Meanwhile people like you are meant to go down and stay down with those injuries.

More importantly than those two things Crusader. Do you think that you’re going to have a career left after you’ve been tossed off a fifteen foot high ladder? The moment that you hit the mat. You’re going to be overcome with crippling pain. It’s going to shoot up your spine, all the way to your neck, and it’ll eventually make it’s way through every single nerve ending that exists in your body. Being thrown off a ladder, all it takes is for you to land wrong and you’re paralyzed for the rest of you life. Then that’s it. There is no more wrestling career. You’re confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your life and you’re forgotten about just like that. Truth be told Crusader, SCW is better off with you being tossed off a ladder and having your career ended.

A statement like that was no doubt one that was crossing the line. There wasn’t a single person that deserved to have their career come to an end. There was no one that truly deserved to have their livelihood end. No matter how evil they might be or how bad of a decision maker they were. That was understandable by everyone else in the world. After all people had compassion. Well all of them expect the man they had known as the Martyr and their World Champion.

CALVIN HARRIS: But you want to know something Crusader. Despite being put in a match with you and you not be being a worthy opponent for me. That’s not the thing that makes me dislike you. Placing me in a match as stupid as this, that’s not the thing that makes me want to hurt you and end your career. Instead the thing that makes me want to see to it that you never step foot in the ring again is the fact that you carry yourself with this King mindset. You let one match where you got lucky and won go straight to your head. Deep down, you truly believe that you’re a King and you truly believe that Sin City Wrestling is your kingdom. It is the place that you rule over. It is the place where people have to bow before you and do whatever you say for them to do. But this goes back to what I was saying at the beginning. Rather you believe it or not, you’re a FALSE King, Crusader.

There’s only one true King that rules over Sin City Wrestling. There’s only one true King that has a crown of Gold. There’s only one true King that has the ability to say, do, and act however he wants. And there’s only one true King that can make all of those peasants that exist in SCW bow before him. Just in case you’re slow and you’re not able to catch on here. Allow me to point it out to you in BLACK and WHITE something you seem to like. I’m talking about me. As long as I hold the SCW World Heavyweight Championship and I’ll be holding it for a very long time. I am the man around here. Therefore that makes me the King and I dare someone to try to question that. Matter of fact I dare someone to try and take my crown. I dare someone to plot against me. I dare someone try and carry out an assassination against me. Because I promise that it’ll work out the same way this match is going to work out for you, Crusader. They will fail, just like you will fail.

One would have to imagine that remarks like that were going to get under the Modern Day Crusader’s skin. Maybe not enough to make him lash out, but enough to make him want to stand up and prove Calvin wrong. Then again Calvin crossed a line with Dmitri in the past. He fired Dmitri up, but in the end The Martyr made sure that Dmitri failed. This could end up being a situation just like that. With a smirk spread across his lips, he let those eyes settle on the cameras as he began to speak up once again. Offering what would turn out to be his final words.

CALVIN HARRIS: This Sunday Night, Crusader. You’re going to find out what it’s like to be in the presence of Royalty and you’re also going to find out what everyone else has found out before you. That being one simple logic... I’m BETTER than you in every way imaginable!

Time and time again, the SCW Universe had heard those comments come from Calvin. He had told damn near every person that he had come across that he was better than them. And damn near every single time the Martyr ended up backing those words up. Which helped contribute to their dislike for the man. In that being said Calvin gave the cameras a small wink before exiting to the right and getting out of the view. Cameras found themselves fading to black. Leaving everyone to wonder what was going to happen when those two forces did meet and left them hoping that this is the one time that the Martyr wasn’t right. However it was only a matter of time until they all saw it unfold before their very eyes.

ACT III: What Matters The Most

Show day had finally arrived and it was something that SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Calvin Harris was dreading more than anything. He sat in the rental car in the parking garage structure of the arena. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his eyes up and looking over at the large samoan tattooed man that was sitting in the passenger side. Along with letting his eyes shift to the back seat of the car where the shaggy bearded almost deranged looking man was sitting.

CALVIN HARRIS: Fellas, we made an impact at High Stakes. We knew what was important then. We know what’s important now. Let’s not let the circus that is tonight distract us from what matters the most. Got it?

Looking back and forth between both men. He got a solid and firm head nod from the both of them. That being said, Calvin reached and grabbed the door handle pulling it before pushing the door open. He climbed out of the car followed by the two other men doing the exact same thing. Making his way to the trunk. He was quick to grab his bag out of it and started to head towards the back door of the arena. Both of those men he had become in association with. Stood directly behind him following every inch of the way. The way they walked behind them made themselves look like body guards. Entering the arena seconds later, the plan was for the trio to make it to his locker room. With no issues, but of course it never went according to plan. It was like she had been waiting for him to arrive. The moment that door opened and he stepped in. There was Ms. Rocky Mountains. Calvin rolled his eyes a little.

CALVIN HARRIS: Don’t you ever have someone else you want to annoy?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Well Hello to you too, Calvin.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the hell could you possibly want already? I literally just walked in the door!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Come on Calvin. You can’t be that clueless? You associate with these two guys at High Stakes. Then the three of you aren’t part of the show last week. The people are dying to know what all of this is.

CALVIN HARRIS: Oh I am sure people are dying to know, but you know what? We don’t have to explain things. Matter of fact we’re not on anyone’s watch but our own. There will come a time. There will come a place. Then and only then will we explain ourselves.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS If that’s how you’re going to be. I’ll just ask one of these guys instead.

Her attention went to the much larger man of the three of them. He was very intimidating based on appearance alone. She went to speak up, but was quickly cut off by the champion.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, no. That’s not how any of this works. You don’t ask them questions. They don’t want to be asked questions. They like me want to be left alone, but when it comes to the three of us. I’m the one you ask questions to.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Why don’t you let one of them tell me that? Surely, they’ve got a voice of their own. They don’t need you to pull their strings like some puppets.

CALVIN HARRIS: Let me just say this once. You don’t want to end up like Dmitri. You don’t want to experience what we did to him. So it’d be in your best interest to never refer to them as puppets again. Got it toots?

The slight glare in Calvin’s eyes said it all. He wasn’t a man to be joking around, especially not in this situation. Not to mention Ms. Mountains was already a victim of how he could be when he lost his mind. That’s the last thing she wanted to ever experience again. Not another word escaped his lips as Calvin walked right on past her. Causing those two men to do the same starting to head down the hall. Now despite not getting what she wanted out of them when it came to the explanation people had been waiting three weeks for. It didn’t stop her from at least attempting to get a few questions answered. She turned and started to race to catch up to them. Quickly getting herself beside Calvin.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS If you’re not going to give us an explanation for what all of this is. At least tell us why you’re presence wasn’t felt on Climax Control last week? You picked up a big victory over Dmitri to retain your championship. One would have assumed you would have a lot to brag about following that win.

CALVIN HARRIS: What’s the point?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS What’s the point? What do you mean?

CALVIN HARRIS: I mean, what’s the point in bragging about something I told people for weeks was going to happen? What’s the point in bragging about a win that I’ve gotten before? Dmitri is easy. He’s not that talented. He’s never been that talented. There’s a reason I hold several victories over him compared to him holding victories over me. It was a given I’d win. I told people I’d win and then I did just that, I won. Nothing to say about it. Other than I told you so.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS So, that’s the reason you weren’t here? You didn’t have anything to say?

CALVIN HARRIS: No, I wasn’t here. Because I didn’t feel the need to be here. I wasn’t going to show up to work and be forced to dress up if I didn’t feel like it. I wasn’t going to be forced to take part in some shitty show where a barely above average woman was getting the chance to live out her prom because she was too damn ugly to go to one in the first place. Alice Knight made a mockery out of SCW and made a mockery out of the professional wrestling business. Therefore I chose to not have anything to do with it. I’ve got that right and if people had a problem with it. Too goddamn bad.

Shaking his head a little bit. As he continued to make his way down the hall, he was forcing Ms. Mountains to follow along as well as his boys. Just thinking about the week before irked him, but then again it was the same reason he was irked about being part of tonight’s show. A glare forming in his eyes while looking at her.

CALVIN HARRIS: And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t fucking be here tonight either.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Why’s that? What’s your issue about tonight?

CALVIN HARRIS: The fact that another jackass that isn’t anything special to this roster or this business is being allowed to run the show. Not only is he being allowed the run the show, but the cocksucker was actually allowed to be in control over what I do. Like are you serious right now? I am the World Heavyweight Champion. I am THE star of Sin City Wrestling and he’s being allowed to book my matches? That’s complete and utter bullshit.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Well in the interest of fairness, Calvin. That was kind of the stipulations that came with The Modern Day, Crusader winning the King for a Day matchup at High Stakes.

CALVIN HARRIS: You see my face right now?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Well yeah...

CALVIN HARRIS: And does it look like I give a single fuck about what the stipulations were to some bogus ass match that he won? Honestly, does it look like there’s any amount of me that cares.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS I don’t...

CALVIN HARRIS: It was a rhetorical question. Of course, I don’t care!

Calvin’s attitude was starting to shine through just a little more. By no means at all was he in a good mindset about tonight. That much had been made clear time and time again, but he had no problem making it clear once again. Ms. Mountains was actually getting an interview out of him. Therefore it didn’t appear like she was going to stop asking questions just yet. Deciding to push it a little more.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Well, is it because of the match you’re booked in? Is it because The Modern Day, Crusader chose to take you on?

CALVIN HARRIS: Won’t lie to you. That has a lot to do with it. First of all, the guy shouldn’t have been allowed to run the show. It’s as simple as that. Fuck the match he won and fuck the stipulations that came with it. Secondly, the guy should have never been allowed to decide my fate on anything. He shouldn’t have been allowed to decide any matches for me. He shouldn’t have been allowed to put me in any segments. He shouldn’t have been allowed to do anything with me at all. I am someone that is above him and forever will be. But not only does he get to decide all of that. He’s allowed to book HIMSELF in a match with me. What in the actual hell is going on around here?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Again, I know this isn’t something that you want to hear. You’ve made it clear how you feel about the situation. But again that was part of the terms to the match he won. He literally got to be king for the day and basically do whatever he wanted.

CALVIN HARRIS: That much is obvious.

Rolling his eyes a little bit into the back of his head. Further expressing just how annoyed he was with the situation at hand. Sad part was the show had just started and he still had to deal with the match later in the evening.

CALVIN HARRIS: You know what? I am going to piss a lot of people off by saying this. It’s going to come off as I’m breaking kayfabe. You know this law that wrestlers are supposed to live by, but fuck it. I’m going to say it because it needs to be said. The only goddamn reason The Modern Day Crusader booked this match is because he’s a complete and utter mark for himself. Yes, I said it. The guy is a fucking mark and the worst kind of mark. One that marks out for himself. He believes his own bullshit. Believes his own hype. Believes that he should be in the main event, competing against the big names, competing against World Champions. Believes all this shit, but at the same time is refusing to believe in reality. And the reality of the situation is The Modern Day Crusader sucks. I mean the guy really sucks. He’s flat out horrible. Any other time, any other place, any other situation. The Modern Day Crusader would not be allowed in the ring with me, the top guy. But because he got to do what he wanted and because he’s a mark for himself. He made this match and I’ve got to sadly deal with it.

That bitterness was flowing out in every word that he spoke. At that moment though, Calvin found himself stopping and the reason he was stopping was due to a big table being carried across the hall. Headed in the direction of the concession stands. Sitting on top of that table were t-shirts, sweaters, towels, and various other things that supported superstars. One thing that managed to stand out to the Martyr though was the pile of tin-foil hats directly in the middle of the table. He slammed his hands down on the table causing to hit the concrete floor. As the two stage hands that had been carrying it looked at him with surprise in their eyes. His glare was intense as he pointed directly to the pile.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the hell is this?!

STAGE HAND #1: Uh... it’s uh...

STAGE HAND #2: Uh... Merchandise for tonight’s show?!

CALVIN HARRIS: You know damn well what I’m talking about. You see me pointing it out to me. Someone better start explaining to me, what the hell that is and why it’s on this damn table!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Woah, calm down there Calvin.

CALVIN HARRIS: Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! I want some damn answers!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Look, it was a special request made by The Modern Day Crusader. He was telling people that the tin-foil hats are going to be a hot seller tonight, considering everyone here is about to see the first ever tin-foil ladder match. His goal is to get people to buy them, so the arena is filled with tin-foil hat wearing fans when the match takes place tonight. It’s not that big of a deal. Just a way to make some more money for everyone.

CALVIN HARRIS: Not that big of a deal huh?!

He nodded his head in a bit of an aggressive manner. Suddenly he turned himself around facing the two men that were standing directly behind him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Destroy it!

Those two words seemed to echo throughout the hall. Right away the two men walked past Calvin and grabbed a hold of the table. Right away the two stage hands made themselves disappear by running off down the hall. With a simple toss the two men threw the table with all the merchandise against the brick wall. It hit with a thud sending the items everywhere. However trapping most of the tin-foil hats under the table. Leading to the scruffy deranged looking man to start stomping on top of the table crushing the tin-foil hats under it with ease. Ms. Mountains stood there in a little bit of shock. Surprised by what she was seeing.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Calvin, what are you even doing?!

There was rage in his eyes as Calvin’s gaze turned to her. It was that same rage that she had seen once before. Made the hair on the back of her neck stand up out of fear. As she heard those words of his begin to escape his mouth.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’m done. I’m done with this interview. I’m done with your stupid questions. I’m done with Sin City Wrestling making me look bad every time I turn around. I’m done with being made to look foolish. I’m done with being embarrassed. I’m done with all of this bullshit!

Rage was filled in his voice. Each word he spoke he seemed to sound angrier and angrier as he went on. That’s when Ms. Mountains was forced to pay real close attention to these words.

CALVIN HARRIS: Every last person in this company is going to pay. Mark Ward will pay. Christian Underwood will pay. The fans will pay. In time you’re going to pay. Every man and woman on this roster will pay. This is the last damn time anyone makes a mockery out of me. And it’s going to start tonight with the destruction of the Modern Day Crusader!

The rage and the fire that was in his eyes at that particular moment truly did drive home the point that things were going to get out of hand later in the night. Calvin turned his back to her and began to walk away. In doing so, both the men that he was now associated with began to follow him as well. The Martyr had taken this match as a sign of disrespect. He had painted this picture in his head that they were out to embarrass him and they were out to make him look bad. He was the World Champion and therefore he deserved better than he was getting. This mindset that he was carrying himself with. Might not have been the one that everyone else shared. Maybe he had a chip on his shoulder and maybe he had this world against him mentality, but there was nothing that could now change what was going to happen in the night. All hell was going to break loose. In doing so things just might not ever be the same again in the world of Sin City Wrestling.

 

ACT I: Mental Breakdown.

It was literally minutes ago that Violent Conduct had come to an end. For the most part every single Sin City Wrestling fan was going home happy. Especially considering how the main event ended. One of the originals when it came to Dmitri had achieved his lifelong dream of becoming a World Heavyweight Champion and he did in the company he had dedicated most of his career too. On top of that he won the title inside of a steel cage after competing in probably one of the most brutal matches of his career. It was truly a night to be remembered. It was a good night in all for Dmitri and his fans, but the question had to be asked.

How was the now former Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion taking the loss? How was the Martyr himself dealing? Well that was a question that Ms. Rocky Mountains had every intentions of getting an answer to. Standing in the backstage area looking right at the camera crew that she was bringing along with her.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Look whatever you do, don’t turn the cameras off. Someone told me he’s around the corner here pacing and talking to himself. This is going to be great exclusive content. Get them cameras rolling.

Sure enough the two men behind each set of cameras they were holding followed directions. Turning those cameras on and beginning to follow Ms. Rocky Mountains as she made her way around the corner. Right away the cameras could see Calvin off in the distance. The man was sweaty. He looked truly beaten up. Each step that he made it appeared he had a limb of some kind. A little bit of blood dripping down his forehead to top it all off. Back and forth he was pacing. The audio to cameras picking up as they could hear him despite not being too close at this moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: How did this happen?! How did this happen huh?!

Calvin was seen bringing his hands up to his face and literally dragging his nails down his skin. Not only was here smearing the blood across his face in the process, but seemingly causing the wound on his forehead to open up and pour down his face just a little more.

CALVIN HARRIS: Twelve years, Calvin. Twelve fucking years, it took you to hold a World Heavyweight Championship and you lose it in a matter of weeks?! What kind of worthless piece of trash loses what he worked so hard to win in a matter of week?! You don’t deserve to be a wrestler! You don’t deserve to lace your boots!

By now Ms. Rocky Mountains and the camera crew she was with started to move in closer. Those words coming out of Calvin’s mouth were followed up by him starting to smack and punch himself in the head. At that point it seemed rather clear that he had lost his mind or at least was currently in the middle of a mental break down. Yet with this taking place before Ms. Mountain’s very eyes. It didn’t persuade her to back down and go the other direction. Instead she got closer and not only did she get closer, she proceeded to attempt to make contact with the Martyr.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Calvin...

Instantly, Calvin’s pacing came to a complete stop. This deranged look in his eye was very much obvious as his glared at her. Shaking his head like a madman.

CALVIN HARRIS: No... now isn’t the time. Go away.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Listen Calvin. I understand that you had a rough night out there tonight. I imagine that losing the championship to Dmitri was not your goal but...

CALVIN HARRIS: What?! What did you just say to me?!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: I said I imagine losing the championship to Dmitri wasn’t the goal...

CALVIN HARRIS: Is that find to you huh?! Does that amuse you, you fucking cunt?! Huh?! Are you thrilled that something I worked twelve hard years to obtain is no longer sitting around my waist?!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: What are you even talking about?! I never said anything of that nature!

CALVIN HARRIS: I can see it in your face. You’re delighted. You’re just as delighted as everyone else was. Let’s see if there’s anything to be delightful about when I choke the life out of you!

Before Ms. Mountains even had a chance to properly react to what he had just said to her. Calvin lunged forward grabbing the woman by the neck and slamming her against the wall. The sheer panic in her eyes took over. Both camera men rushing in, but didn’t bother to stop recording. They quickly shouted at the Martyr.

CAMERA MAN #1: Calvin, let her go.

CAMERA MAN #2: C’mon Calvin, don’t do something you’re going to regret!

Of course Calvin didn’t bother to acknowledge them. Instead her hand clamped down around her throat so hard that the veins in his forearms could be seen and quickly Ms. Mountains could be seen starting to turn blue in the face.

CALVIN HARRIS: Not laughing now are you?! Not thinking it’s a humorous situation that I’m no longer the champion are you?! Bet, you’re regretting your decision to support Dmitri right about now aren’t you?!

Ms. Mountains was turning bluer by the second. That state of panic in her face truly taking over. She dug her nails into the skin of his forearm attempting to pry his hand away, but it was no use. Calvin was far too strong for her. He found himself leaning in as he whispered in her ear.

CALVIN HARRIS: You’re going to die like Dmitri should have!

His hand started to grip tighter, but it was at that very second one of the camera men leaped into action. Putting his camera down on the ground as he quickly ran up behind Calvin and attempted to put a sleeper hold on him. All for the sake of protecting a fellow co-worker. Sadly for him, the choke hold couldn’t be applied correctly. Calvin was quick to release Ms. Mountain’s throat as she fell to the floor gasping for air. Her face becoming beat red as the blood flow rushed back to it and the oxygen began to flow freely through her body once again. Calvin had taken a couple of steps back before reaching over the top of him, grabbing the camera man by the hair, and literally launching him over his shoulder to unforgiving concrete. His body hitting with a thud. Calvin seemingly took another step back and accessing the scenery. Accessing the situation at hand and what he had done. This wasn’t good news.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Have... you... lost... your... mind?!

Ms. Mountains was able to choke those words out through those deep breathes of hers trying to regain a proper composure. Calvin just glared at her for a brief moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’m not responsible. They made me do this! It’s all their fault!

Without giving any proper recognition to who “they” were. Calvin found himself turning around very quickly and taking off from the disastrous scene that he had caused. At that moment the other camera man proceeded to put his own camera down on the floor. Approaching the other camera man that laid on the concrete ground favoring his hip. The last image of those cameras recording was the man helping up his fellow colleague while Ms. Mountains leaned against the wall holding her throat and realizing what almost just happened to her. Things had gone too far tonight and there might not be any going back for the man they called The Martyr of Professional Wrestling.

ACT II: Reality Check.

On a Wednesday afternoon, Calvin found himself at home in Seattle. Alessandra was out with the kids, so he was enjoying a day in. To most that would have been a little surprising considering that the company that he is working for is smack dab in the very beginning of their overseas tour. A tour that was set to last a few months, but he wasn’t there. Matter of fact for the last three weeks Calvin hadn’t been seen in public at all. For the most part his social media was quiet. Almost like the man had completely disappeared off the face of the planet following Sin City Wrestling’s Violent Conduct. Little did the public know, there was a good reason for his silence and there was a good reason for him seemingly no longer being in the view.

Nevertheless laying comfortably on the couch in the Seattle home that he shared with his wife. Calvin’s eyes were glued to the television. Sure was some exciting stuff on day television. Talk show after talk show. Soap opera after soap opera. He just clicked the remote time and time again with his eyes up on the television. Waiting for something to pop up on the screen that was going to catch his attention. Sure enough something did catch his attention. Only it wasn’t the television, but instead it was the sound of someone knocking on the front door. His eyes shifted in the direction of the door and stared at it for a moment. The sheer laziness he had been feeling for weeks now prompted him to not want to get up. So upon hearing the knock again he shouted at the door.

CALVIN HARRIS: Door’s open.

Truth be told at that point he just expected the door to come open. Kind of not the best mindset to have considering he didn’t know who could be on the other side of the door. Now when it came to what he was expecting. It turned out that wasn’t the case. Instead the person on the other side of the door proceed to knock even harder. All that did was seemingly annoy Calvin, he glared at the door once again before shouting at the top of his lungs.

CALVIN HARRIS: I said the door is open!

His made sure that he shouted a little louder. Ensuring that whomever was standing on the other side of that door would have heard him that time. In that being said Calvin went to change the channel to the television once again, but before he could do so. The knocking on the door proceeded to take place once again. This time louder than the two previous times. That seemingly finally got under Calvin’s skin too much. Slamming the remote down on the couch before pushing himself up and start bee-lining straight to the door yelling to himself.

CALVIN HARRIS: Jesus Fucking Christ. I said the goddamn door is...

As soon as he pulled the door open and saw who was standing outside it had cut himself off mid-sentence. He was that shocked for that brief moment. At least until a scowl consumed his eyebrow. His eyes narrowing a little more and the tone of voice he used at that moment shifted directions.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the hell are you doing here?

The angry question was directed towards the man standing directly in front of him. That man just happened to be Calvin’s father. It was well documented that the two of them didn’t have the best relationship with one another. Matter of fact their relationship had been strained for many-many years. Lucas stood there looking back at his son. The resemble between the two was pretty on point. There was no denying that the two of them were father and son.

CALVIN HARRIS: I know you’re old and probably heard of hearing, but I asked you a question.

LUCAS HARRIS: I’ll get to that in a minute. Can I come in so we can talk?

CALVIN HARRIS: You’ve got a lot of fucking balls to even show up at my house. Let alone asking me if you can come inside.

LUCAS HARRIS: Calvin, just let me in. We need to talk.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the fuck ever.

Rolling his eyes in a pretty heavy manner. Calvin found himself stepping out of the way of the doorway and walking himself back over to the couch. Flopping himself down and grabbing a hold of the remote to shut the television off. Sure enough his father had let himself in and closed the door behind him. That annoyed expression on Calvin’s face was still featured.

CALVIN HARRIS: So, speak. What is there for us to talk about?

LUCAS HARRIS: Your career.

CALVIN HARRIS: My career? No, there’s nothing that needs to be discussed with you about my career.

LUCAS HARRIS: Is that right? Because I beg to differ. There’s all kinds of rumors floating around that my son is apparently a quitter. My son who annoyed me from the age he was five until the age of sixteen about how he wanted nothing more than to be a wrestler has apparently quit on his dream and his passion. My son has apparently decided to be a quitter and throw away everything that he had ever built for himself. Not only letting himself down, but letting his entire family down with him. Tarshing not only his legacy but a legacy built by others before him. Last time I checked, I didn’t raise a quitter!

CALVIN HARRIS: You’re right. You didn’t raise a quitter. Matter of fact, you didn’t raise me at all!

One thing about Calvin was that he happened to be a man that went right for the throat of things. He didn’t hold back when he felt something needed to be said. Didn’t matter if it was going to hurt someone’s feelings. Didn’t matter if it was going to rip their throat out. Didn’t matter if it was going to make them question their entire existence. He simply didn’t shy away from anything he wanted to say. Calvin looked right at his father and the facial expression said it all. Those words seem to cut deep.

CALVIN HARRIS: I think it’s time that you understand something old man. You weren’t there for me when I was a kid. Being a major superstar was what mattered the most to you. You didn’t care about missing my birthday. You didn’t care about not taking me out trick or treating. You didn’t give a shit if you missed me opening gifts on Christmas morning. None of that matter to you when I was a kid, therefore nothing should matter to you now that I’m adult. Anything, I choose to do doesn’t affect you. Nor does it need your opinion.

LUCAS HARRIS: Calvin, if you would stop being hard headed just for once and...

CALVIN HARRIS: No, you’re the one that needs to listen. This isn’t any of your concern. I don’t even know where the hell you got this idea that I am quitting. I don’t know if Alessandra decided to make a mistake and call you. I don’t know if you’ve got connections to where I’ve been or worked. If that’s the case, it makes you sound like a fucking stalker and it needs to stop. Turn yourself around, walk out that door, and mind your own damn business.

LUCAS HARRIS: That’s what you want huh?

CALVIN HARRIS: I don’t just say things for my health. Nor did I stutter at all. I stated very clearly what I wanted. Don’t play these stupid games with me. Get out of my house.

LUCAS HARRIS: I will, the moment you tell me you’re not quitting.

CALVIN HARRIS: I don’t have to tell you shit. Get the fuck out of my house, that’s your last goddamn warning!

The rage within Calvin was starting to build. Rather quickly, he found himself hopping up off the couch. Getting right in his father’s face. Not backing down. His fist were balled up tightly at his sides. Lucas on the other hand stood there, not backing down.

LUCAS HARRIS: You won’t answer me, because you know what I am saying is true. It’s not a rumor going around. You let a company and a couple of people in that company break you.

CALVIN HARRIS: Shut up!

LUCAS HARRIS: You let a few people drive the passion that you had for this business ever since you were a child in the matter of one match. You let those people take everything from you within the blink of an eye. They took your passion, they took your championship, and now you’re letting them win even more by taking your career. Something that you’ve always been in control of. Something that you always choose what happens to, but this time you’re giving them all the power. Not even trying to fight for it.

CALVIN HARRIS: Shut up, Dad!

LUCAS HARRIS: I remember a ten year old boy that would beg me. Literally beg me to let him get in the ring during training classes. You fought me tooth and nail on the subject. Every time I said no, you were too young. You simply wouldn’t give up. Much like when you started training at sixteen. You fought me to get you on shoes after six months into training. You thought you were ready. You thought you had what it took. But when I told you no, you weren’t ready. World War three broke out between us. That passion. That determination. That drive is what made you become a success!

Lucas was looking his son directly in the eyes, not holding back even in the slightest. Seemingly at that moment, it would be clear where Calvin himself got that attitude and that mentality.

LUCAS HARRIS: But look at you now. You won’t fight for your career. You won’t fight for your championship. You won’t fight for your livelihood. You have a family to provide for. A son that’s going to one day look up to you. Yet, at this point all you’re ever going to teach him is when someone tells you that you’re not good enough. It’s okay to believe them. It’s okay to be a coward. It’s okay to tuck your tail between your legs, and quit like a bitch!

Those words ripped through the ears of Calvin. His eyes bulged nearly right out of his head. Passion took over the man and he swung his right hand with everything that he had. Drilling his father right on the chin. Lucas crumbled to the floor and landed on his back from the forceful impact that made his chin give in. That blinding rage was filled in Calvin’s eyes as he stood over the older man that now had blood dripping from his lip. Lucas touched his lip where the blood was and looked at it. Only to look right back up at his son.

LUCAS HARRIS: At least there’s some passion still in there, if it’s pulled out of you. The only question, what the hell are you going to do with it? Hopefully, the right thing. One that puts you in New Zealand on Sunday.

Calvin just glared at him not saying a single word. Instead that rage just consumed his eyes while his father pulled himself up off the ground. Looking at his son one final time, Lucas then turned around and made his way towards the front door. Not another word said on his end, he opened the door and let himself out leaving Calvin standing in the house by himself. That rage building so much within him. Calvin finally turned around and snatched the remote to the television off the couch before launching it across the room watching it shatter upon hitting the wall. This had not been something he wanted to deal with. This had not been something he had seen coming but it was something that was now going to eat away at him.

ACT III: Up In Flames.

The night sky of Seattle was pretty peaceful. For the first time in a few days, it was raining. It wasn’t cloud covered. It was so nice out that the moon could be seen plain as day. Back home in Chicago, Calvin had never gotten a chance to actually enjoy having a backyard. When he was younger, he lived directly in the city. Kind of a dangerous to be playing outside in the first place. Not to mention he didn’t actually have a backyard. When he got older the wrestling ring became his backyard. That’s where he played. That’s where he had the most fun. However now that he was older. It was a night like this where one should just be able to sit back, relax, and enjoy what they have.

Posted up in a chair with a small fire burning in front of him. Calvin sat there looking over the night sky, staring off at the stars. All of which only lasted for a few seconds or two. Seemingly before he snapped out of it and brought those dark eyes of his right into the direct lense of the cameras. That expression on his face. Was an expression that most people had seen out of him before. It was a relaxed one, but also an expression that let it be known the man had something burning inside of him. Generally meant there was something he wanted to get off his chest. That being said Calvin proceeded to pull a piece of paper out of his pocket. Holding it up before the camera.

CALVIN HARRIS: You see this right here?

For a brief moment the cameras allowed themselves to zoom in on the piece of paper that he was holding up. Right away the words “Sin City Wrestling” at the top of the paper were pretty visible. He found himself drawing the paper back.

CALVIN HARRIS: That is what you call a legal document. More importantly this is the legal contract that myself and Sin City Wrestling signed a few months ago when I made my return to the company. A contract that was set to keep me under contract for a year. With the chance of speaking about signing on another year or whatever once six months into the current contract had taken place. As of this moment we’re still a little ways away from that six month grace period. A little ways away from discussing the terms of possibly signing on for another year.

Nodding his head a little bit.

CALVIN HARRIS: On September 3rd, 2017. I found myself sitting in a locker room after Violent Conduct. I was beaten, I was bruised, and most of all I was sitting there without the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. Something I worked twelve years for. I busted my ass for twelve years to become a World Champion. I did just that, but as soon as I won it. It seemed that it was gone. Something I worked hard to achieve was gone in the matter of weeks. And you know why it was gone? Trust me, it has nothing to do with Dmitri being the better wrestler. It has nothing to do with Dmitri being better than me. Instead it has everything to do with Mark Ward and Christian Underwood wanting the title off me. It has everything to do with them trying to “protect” their company and to “protect” their image. It had everything to do with those two wanting me out of this company. It’s as simple as that.

A slight glare started to consume the eyes of camera. More importantly that vein in the middle of his forehead began to pop out. Something that only formed when the man found himself in a really bad mood. Somehow someway, there was a feeling that this was just the beginning.

CALVIN HARRIS: Let’s call it the way it needs to be called shall we? Mark and Christian don’t respect me. They don’t respect what I’ve done. They don’t respect where I’ve come from. They don’t respect how hard I’ve worked. On day one, they thought I was just some piss ant rookie and never ever had any intentions of ever putting me in a position to succeed. See, Mark and Christian live in their own little world. They think SCW is the end all be all to professional wrestling... Not the case at all. I could name on both hands places that are better than Sin City Wrestling.

Legitimately, I could have went anywhere to showcase my talent. But for me, it wasn’t about working for the better company with better production and better talent. Instead, it was about working for a company that I thought at the time actually had respect for talent and working for a company where the people in charge weren’t complete marks for themselves. It was about working for a company that wasn’t going to screw someone over intentionally, just because they didn’t like their style or the way they talked or just because a handful of people had something to say on social media. Boy... did I turn out to be wrong.

Each word that came out of his mouth at that moment made him sound more and more bitter. Each word made him sound more and more as if he regretted having any kind of association with Sin City Wrestling. By no means did that spell good news for the company. A disgruntled employee for any reason at all can turn out to be disastrous.

CALVIN HARRIS: And I know the retard fucks that come to these shows are going to have so much to say. They’re going to point out at how my logic doesn’t make sense. They’ll talk about how if Mark and Christian didn’t want me to succeed that they would have never put me in that match where the SCW World Heavyweight Championship was up for grabs in the first place. Yet, it’s those people that suck the balls of Underwood and Ward like they’re the greatest thing out there. It’s those people that are blinded by their bullshit and they don’t think properly. Yes, they put me in that match but they put me in that match on two technicalities. First and foremost, they didn’t have a choice when it came to putting me in the match.

I was literally ripping through their roster. Wins and losses didn’t make a difference to me. I was taking people out left and right with no regard for the company or anyone I was coming into contact with. It made sense to put the guy that was on fire in the match, but the other technicality to that situation. Mark nor Christian ever believed I was ever going to outlast everyone in that battle royal. As a matter of fact when that Battle Royal was booked and when they put everyone in that match. Mark and Christian had already decided that Dmitri was going to be their new SCW Heavyweight Champion. They believed a hundred and ten percent, he was going to go the distance and win. They all looked at it as it was a cakewalk for Dmitri.

With that disgruntled expression on his face. Calvin shook his head from side to side. This inner rage, this inner hatred was starting to reach it’s boiling point and come out in full effect.

CALVIN HARRIS: Hell, it wouldn’t even surprise me if Underwood, Ward, and Dmitri sat in the same damn room with each other and came up with what they viewed as the full proof plan to finally have him when the World Championship. Course as we all know that’s not what happened. I threw a wrench in their plans. I was shocked the fuck out of the three of them when it turned out that no one could get me over the top rope. I was far too crafty for that. Plus, I was fighting with my back against the wall. I was fighting with everything I had. But the biggest shock of them all to them would have been when I manage to drill Dmitri with the Art of Betrayal in the middle of that ring and pin him. One... Two... Three, just like that to become the World Heavyweight Champion. I don’t know for sure, but I can only imagine that Mark and Christian’s jaws nearly hit the floor when they saw that.

For that brief moment there was a smirk on the Martyr’s face. Almost like he took some joy in being the man that threw a wrench in those plans.

CALVIN HARRIS: My lifelong dream came true before Dmitri’s. Turns out that wasn’t something that was allowed. Because you see despite what you fucks will say about how Mark and Christian weren’t that against me. After all they didn’t like strip me of the title right away or reverse to decision of the match. No, you’re right they didn’t, but it isn’t because they were okay with me being their champion. It wasn’t because they were supporting my success. It wasn’t because they were finally going to get behind me. No, the only reason they didn’t strip me or reverse the decision is because they didn’t want to be looked at as a shady company. So, they did what they’ve been doing and conspired behind the scenes.

I wasn’t even the champion for a full minute before it was announced that I would be forced to defend my title against Dmitri at Violent Conduct. Kudos to Mark and Christian for thinking so quick on their feet when their little plan to get Dmitri the World Championship backfired hard in their face in a very unsuspecting manner. After all no one can question that they’re out to screw me if it’s just another match right? To me that says everything it needed to say. I wasn’t the champion a full minute, before they already decided I’d be defending the title against the guy that I had just beaten. No number one contenders match. No putting Dmitri through the ringer. No making the man prove that he deserved the title shot.

Nah, Christian and Mark were a hundred percent all in on their chosen guy. Again my back was put against the wall. Once again I found myself seemingly fighting harder than everyone else in SCW. Apparently, when you’re not an original. When you aren’t a homegrown talent. When you come from the outside word. That’s simply not accepted here in SCW. They’re more willing to give hand outs and put their “originals” in a position to succeed way more than someone else that comes into the company. People can try to deny it as much as they want, but the facts are there. It’s black and white. Doesn’t get anymore simple than that. You people just choose to be blind and choose to buy the bullshit Mark and Christian sell you on a daily basis.

Calvin found himself shaking his head from side to side a little more. That disappointment once again consuming him and that bitter tone returning. At this point it appeared that things have been pushed too far and there was no going back. There was no getting the Martyr to change his mindset.

CALVIN HARRIS: And maybe that’s why Mark doesn’t like me. Maybe that’s why Christian doesn’t like me. Maybe that’s why they don’t want me to succeed. Because I’m not a yes man. I’m not Dmitri. I don’t walk the company line. I don’t ask how high when they tell me to jump. Instead, I am a man that marches to a beat of his own drum. I do things the way I want to do them and there’s no one that can stop me. Well, for the most part there’s no one that can stop me. But when you run the company, when you’ve decided on who is going to be your champion, and when you can pay your referees off.

That does kind of make it hard for me to march to the beat of my own drum. That’s exactly what happened at Violent Conduct. Mark and Christian did everything they could to ensure that Dmitri walked away with the World Heavyweight Championship. They did everything they could to ensure that their chosen guy accomplished his dream. Disagree all you want. Deny it all you want. Talk about how I was just not good enough to get the job done all you want, but the facts prove themselves. I dominated Dmitri in that Steel Cage match. I made that man my personal bitch. Not once but twice before that steel cage match.

The man couldn’t beat me the two previous times we faced each other. But suddenly this time he could? Well, at least not on his own. And you know everything that I am saying is the truth Dmitri. You’re just never going to admit it. You don’t have the balls to come out and say that Mark and Christian helped you win your first World Championship. You don’t have the balls to come out and admit that you couldn’t beat me without their help. You don’t have the balls to admit that I am better than you in every way imaginable. You’re too much of a coward. You’re too much of a fucking pussy. I know it and you know it.

But at the same time I get it, you’re not going to admit to anything especially when it worked out just the way the three of you planned. You’re now the brand spanking new SCW World Heavyweight Champion. I’m not the champion. People on social media are happy. Christian and Mark don’t have to put up fake tweets anymore where they’re supporting me and talking about how I truly deserved to be champion. Everything Mark, Christian, and Dmitri wanted they got... Expect one thing. There was one tiny thing they were hoping for but didn’t get. At the end of the day, I didn’t quit Sin City Wrestling.

In that moment Calvin found himself swallowing hard. Almost like there was a knot built up in the back of his throat. Certainly appeared as if this was a difficult situation for him to be dealing with.

CALVIN HARRIS: After all that’s what you were calling for right? You wanted me to quit the company. That way you could slander my name all over social media, all over the website, and in every interview you did. The three of you wanted me to quit, so you could mock me and make fun of me. You wanted me to quit so you could go out there and talk about how great Sin City Wrestling was while at the same time putting over the fact people like me and people with actual talent couldn’t survive. Anything you could do to build your own egos. That’s what you wanted the most. And you know what? I’m man enough to admit. I almost gave you what you wanted. The night of Violent Conduct, when I found myself sitting alone in my hotel room. I considered taking this contract and ripping it into shreds. After all at that point I looked at it like this. There’s no point in me fighting against a company that doesn’t want me to succeed. No point in giving it everything I got when in the end it won’t get me anywhere.

Looking right into the cameras. That appeared to be the most true statement there ever was. That much was known by the science look in his eyes. Real emotion could be seen in those set of dark eyes.

CALVIN HARRIS: Following that night. I went home, I threw all my wrestling gear into a trash bag, and I threw the shit in my basement. I was done, but I wasn’t going to let it be known I was done. I simply didn’t return phone calls from the office. I didn’t open up emails that I got from agents. You didn’t get to see a slew of angry tweets from me. I didn’t respond to any tweets that were aimed at me. Matter of fact I’ve said nothing about wrestling or the company in twenty days now. As far as I was concerned. Sin City Wrestling didn’t deserve to know I was retiring and the three of you didn’t deserve to get that satisfaction that you were craving in knowing that you got what you wanted. For me, that was it. I was done and that’s all there was to it.

At least until a few hours ago that was the case. I won’t go into too many details, but I will say this much. There’s something or rather someone that gave me a little bit of a reality check. This person made me realize that since the age of five professional wrestling was my life. This person made me realize that when I began training at the age of sixteen. I constantly told anyone and everyone that one day I’d end up being the greatest wrestler that ever lived. This person made me realize what was imbedded into my brain when I was a kid. I am not a quitter. No one in my family has ever been a quitter. No one in my family has ever based their decisions, their choices, and their careers based off of what someone else did to them or said about them.

This person made me realize that at the end of the day. Despite what I am up against I am the man that’s in control of my own destiny. I am the man that’s in control of any goal I have set for myself. I am the man that’s in control of every single dream I’ve ever had for myself. I am the only one that can make those things happen for myself. Yes, there will be people that stand in my way. There will be people that try to hold me down. There are going to obstacles thrown at me. I am going to have to hurdle over every single one of them if you want to make it. So with that being said. Mark and Christian, you didn’t get what you wanted. I didn’t quit. And now more than ever you’ve got a pissed off employee. As far as you go, Dmitri. You’re going to see me real soon.

Those eyes of Calvin found themselves narrowing once again. There was a certain passion about him that had returned seemingly at the snap of the fingers. Calvin leaned in just a little bit further. Making sure that those cameras got a real good look on his face.

CALVIN HARRIS: This coming Sunday Night will be “The Night Of Champions” for Sin City Wrestling. Granted the when they decided to book the main event. When they decided that Dmitri would be defending the World Heavyweight Championship against me. I guarantee you Mark and Christian thought I wouldn’t show up. They thought I was going to be a no show and thought that it was going to be an easy so called title defense. Doesn’t get any easier than not actually having to defend the title right? And on top of that Dmitri. I bet you were hoping that I wasn’t going to show up. After all you know what I know and that is despite what’s happened. You don’t really want to fight me. More now than ever you don’t want to fight me. The last thing you want to do is be standing in the ring with the man that you know you screwed over along with the bosses. The last thing you want to do is stand in the ring with a man that’s clearly a better wrestler than you.

The last thing you want to do is stand in the ring with someone that can hit a whole lot harder than you can. Dmitri, you know that this is truly a fight that you can’t win. That’s exactly what this is going to be. It’s going to be a fight. I don’t give a shit if I win. After all with the way I’ve been treated. Once this contract is up. I’m not resigning with Sin City Wrestling. Oh no, I’m going to take my talent elsewhere. Somewhere in which it’ll actually be respected and somewhere in which my talent will be appreciated, but at the same time. I’ve got some time before this contract expires. So therefore I am going to make your life a living hell. Right along with Mark and Christian’s. So this is the only warning that I am going to give you, Dmitri. You better show up on Sunday with the intentions of fighting me like a man. Don’t fight me as a wrestler. Don’t fight me as a wrestler that’s not trying to lose his championship. No fight me like a man and fight me like you’re life depends on it. Because rather you believe it or not. You’re life is going to depend on it!

Once again Calvin found himself speaking with rage, but also legitimate passion with that tone of voice of his. It became very clear at that moment just exactly what Sunday night was going to consist of. That was going to make this match that much more interesting in the end.

CALVIN HARRIS: Dmitri, you’re about to find out that I am a man that holds a grudge like no other. I am a man that does not forgive. I am a man that does not forget. I am a man that’s going to make you pay for the rest of your life for what you did to me at Violent Conduct. So with that being said. I hope that it was all worth it Dmitri. I hope conspiring against me was worth it. I hope screwing me over with the bosses was worth it. I hoping taking the one thing I worked the hardest for was worth it. Because now you, your career, and your title reign is about to go up in flames!

As soon as Calvin let those words come out of his mouth. The piece of paper that was his contract in which he was holding onto. Without a care in the world he pitched it forward and right into the fire pit that was burning just a few feet in front of him. Cameras found themselves zooming out just a little bit. Getting a good look at those glowing with hatred eyes of Calvin as he watched his contract instantly degrade within the fire. That was a message in itself and one final image to be painted into the mind of Dmitri. As soon as Sunday Night rolled around. All hell was going to break loose and it just might be too much for the so called Immortal to handle in the long run.

ACT IV: Death Awaits No One.

On Friday Night, Calvin had taken a flight from Seattle, Washington to Wellington, New Zealand. It took him over eighteen hours to get into the country. Including the two stops where he had to transfer flights. By the time he had arrived to New Zealand late Saturday Night. He had literally gotten himself to his hotel for the night with just about three hours to spare as far as sleeping goes. He had to be up bright and early to make it to the TSB Bank Arena for the huge “Night of Champions” show that Sin City Wrestling was putting on. About that time Calvin had found himself pulling into the parking lot of the arena.

When he pulled in, there weren’t too many cars around. Enough to know that some of the talent had showed up and a lot of them probably just being people that worked backstage, but none the less people were they. Calvin could only imagine the looks on their faces when he walked into the arena. For the last three weeks, he hadn’t been seen. For the last three weeks he hadn’t been heard from. The man was essentially radio silent on anything involving wrestling and certainly anything involving Sin City Wrestling. There was a very good chance that a lot of people had the mindset that he had no longer worked for the company.

Needless to say those people were in for a shock. Calvin stepped on out of the car and made his way around to the trunk of said car. Pulling his suitcase out of the trunk, he placed it down on the floor of the parking lot. Pulled the handle up before closing the trunk and headed for the back door of the arena. As he got closer, he pulled the door open and went straight into the back. There was a security guard right there inside that acknowledge the Martyr. Calvin simply nodded in his direction and kept on walking. His goal was to get to the locker room area as soon as possible. At least until he heard someone shout out “Calvin” at the top of their lungs causing him to turn back. By that time he saw a stage hand with a little boy in a wheelchair and a oxygen tank hooked up to him. His mother pushing the chair as they approached him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Uh, can I help you?

STAGEHAND: I hope I am not bothering you or anything, but I wanted you to meet a very special guest of ours this evening. This is Johnny Malcolm.

CALVIN HARRIS: And?

STAGEHAND: Well he’s part of the Make-A-Wish foundation here in New Zealand. Like I said he’s a special guest for SCW tonight. He’s going to get to see the show later, but right now we’re just introducing him to all the wrestlers and backstage personnel.

Calvin looked away from the stagehand for that brief moment. Getting a better look at the kid, he was clearly very sick. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been hooked up to an oxygen tank. Nor would he have been confined to a wheelchair. As the Martyr got a better look of the kid. He noticed the t-shirt that he was wearing. The very shirt on the kid was a shirt that supported SCW’s new reigning World Heavyweight Champion. Yes, it was a sure that represented Dmitri. Not only did it make him sick to his stomach, but enraged him. Nearly right away he turned his nose at the kid.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well, I’ve got no desire to meet someone that’s a fan of Dmitri. So wheel him on out of here.

STAGEHAND: Calvin! What the heck?!

CALVIN HARRIS: What? I’d said walk him on out of here, but obviously he doesn’t have that working in his favor.

STAGEHAND: Jesus Christ! You can’t say something like that!

CALVIN HARRIS: See, that’s where you’re wrong. I can say that and I just did.

There was seemingly no remorse and no regret for the words that had just come out of Calvin’s mouth. Obviously he had nothing else to say with the stagehand completely beside himself. Calvin had attempted to walk away. Had actually taken a few steps, but it would have appeared that what he had said so far enraged the mother of the sick child. So much in fact that she spoke up, very loudly without a care herself.

LITTLE JOHNNY’S MOTHER: You are a real jerk!

That thick accent ringing out through the halls and through Calvin’s ear. It did get his attention so kudos to her for that much. Calvin turned himself around for a brief moment. His eyes narrowed a little bit in her direction.

LITTLE JOHNNY’S MOTHER: How dare you talk about a child like that? Let alone a sick child! Doesn’t matter if it’s my son or not, that’s completely and utterly disrespectful. How can you live with yourself after something like that?

CALVIN HARRIS: Pretty easily actually...

LITTLE JOHNNY’S MOTHER: You’re such a heartless person. My son has dealt with a lifetime of medical issues. His entire life he’s been fighting for his life. One of the bravest people I have ever met in my entire life. All he wanted to do was come here tonight and enjoy some wrestling. For one day, he wanted to forget that he was sick. For one day he wanted to forget about all the pain he goes through. For one day, he wanted to feel like a normal person and here you are taking all of that from him.

CALVIN HARRIS: First of all, how the hell you going to try and live a normal life even for one day when you’re looking like him right now?! Huh, explain that to me. Ain’t a goddamn thing normal about him.

STAGEHAND: Calvin! Stop it, stop it right now! Walk away!

CALVIN HARRIS: Nah, this bitch has so much to say. Then let me say what I have to say. What the hell did you think was going to happen when you brought him up wearing a goddamn shirt like that? You think what I’ve said was disrespectful. Well, I happen to think supporting a piece of shit like Dmitri is disrespect. So fuck you and your son!

That’s when the stagehand proceeded to try and take matters into his own hands. Quickly grabbing a hold of Calvin and started to push him down the hall in attempt to get him away from the mother and son. The lady was fuming mad at that point. Her face said it all. Not to mention she was at a loss for words. Because of how mad she was and because she couldn’t believe what had just come out of his mouth. A couple of pushes from the stagehand and Calvin was a good distance away, but all of the sudden everyone in the area could hear the kid shouting at the top of his lungs.

LITTLE JOHNNY: I HATE YOU, CALVIN HARRIS! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE DMITRI BEAT YOU TONIGHT!

Those words echoed throughout the hall. The kid had a set of lungs on him despite his medical stage. All that did was make Calvin want to rush the kid, but the stagehand in front of him wouldn’t allow it. Kept pushing Calvin back with all his might. Not to be outdone by some kid. Calvin himself shouted back at the top of his lungs to everyone could hear him.

CALVIN HARRIS: NEWSFLASH KID! YOU’RE GOING TO DIE BEFORE DMITRI EVER BEATS AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME?! YOU'LL DIE BEFORE THAT EVER HAPPENS!

As soon as those words left his mouth. There was pure silence backstage. Every single person standing by and stopped to look at Calvin after those comments. That evil glare still in his eyes, with no remorse for what he said while glaring at the kid. Suddenly, it was the stage hand that made one final push that caused Calvin to stumble into a room out of the main hallway. Quickly, the stagehand slammed the door shut leaving Calvin inside by himself. The Martyr found himself just glaring a hole in the door. His blood was boiling hot as that rage ran through his veins. Tonight, Calvin was going to find himself with an entire world against him. Every single person was going to be against him. His back against the wall, but he wasn’t going to allow himself to fail. Not again, failure simply was not an option.

ACT V: Your Last Rites.

Sitting in the cold chair of the locker room. The man they knew as The Martyr, Calvin Harris found himself all geared up for the night. The typical red and black gear that he had been known for wearing was on his body. His arms were resting on his knees at that moment. His head was lowered down as that jet black hair was hung over and hiding all his facial features. In just a few moments Calvin would find himself back in the ring for the first time in three weeks. More importantly than that, the Martyr would find himself competing for the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. Found himself in a position where he was going to be doing everything he possibly could to regain the one thing that mattered the most in his career. In that moment Calvin found himself lifting his head up. Those piercing dark eyes of his seemingly zeroing in forward. His low tone escaping his lips at that very moment.

“Dmitri.”

His tone was enough to make the hair stand up on the back of your neck.

“I want you to understand that what is about to come out of my mouth next will serve as your final rites.. Because whether you realize it or not, you’re walking into this match with the intentions of death consuming you by the end of it all. This war that has started between the two of us truly didn’t have to go the way that it is going right now. When the two of us stepped into the ring the very first time several months ago. On that night where the two of us beat the hell out of each other. The same night the two of us were counted out because you couldn’t find a way to beat me.

Still till this day, I think it is hilarious going into that match. Every person I had encountered and every time I was turning around. People were hyping you up to be the best thing that Sin City Wrestling had. People were simply stating that I didn’t have a chance. All I heard is how there wasn’t a chance that I was going to survive in the ring with you, but in the end all of those people turned out to be wrong. In the end you didn’t prove to live up to hype. In the end you proved that you couldn’t get the job done, but the point I was making. On that night, when it turned out you weren’t as good as you claimed to have been.

All you had to do was walk away from me. All you had to do was go the opposite direction. All you had to do was find yourself dropping down in the ranks and competing against the mid-carders. Truth be told Dmitri, you would have done very-very well for yourself in that situation. But you didn’t want to go that right. Instead you kept telling yourself that you were a main eventer. You kept telling yourself that you could win the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. You kept telling yourself that you had what it took to put this company on your shoulders and carry it to the promise land despite facts showing otherwise.”

For a very brief moment proceeded to shake his head from side to side at that particular moment. Obviously showing that he wasn’t that impressed with the situation that he was speaking on.

“And sadly with that being said. You managed to not only convince yourself of that, but you managed to convince management of that as well. So much in fact that they decided to hop on the Dmitri train and sign off on you being their guy in the future. Now there’s no point in beating a dead horse. No point in traveling down memory lane too much, because we all know what happened. Your next shot at me and your next shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. You fell right on your face. I was the one that ended up having my lifetime dream come true, but you were so damn selfish that you couldn’t let me have my moment.

Hell neither could Mark or Christian. Your little trio just couldn’t let the kid from Chicago have his moment of winning something he worked twelve hard years for. That’s why the match was booked for Violent Conduct. That’s why it was made a Steel Cage match. That’s why you were quickly thrusted right back into the limelight. Two men running the company couldn’t handle me being their champion. Meanwhile you couldn’t handle having your ego shattered once again by me proving that I was without a doubt better than you. It’s something that burned a hole in you. But in the end you got what you wanted. In the end they got what they wanted.

I’ve said it a few times before, so I won’t dwell on it. However at the end of the day Dmitri. You know you didn’t earn that championship. You know what you didn’t defeat me on your own. You know in the back of your mind that you shouldn’t be the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. You took a handout and that’s all there is to it. But at the same time Dmitri, you don’t fully understand what you ended up doing with all of this. No, you are completely blind to it. It’s either that or you have truly convinced yourself that there was going to be no repercussions for your actions. Yet, you’re dead wrong. There will be. Big time repercussions.”

Calvin had a small little snarl consume him for a second. It truly showed just how heated he was in the situation. Something that was going to drive a point home to Dmitri, but it might end up being too late by the time they meet each other in the ring.

“See the truth be told Dmitri, you woke a fire up inside of me that’s never burned before. You woke a fire up in me that I didn’t even know that existed. I’ll be the first to admit that I can be someone that holds a grudge. I’ll be the first to admit that I can be a man that’s pretty from time to time. I’ll be the first to admit that I take things to heart maybe more than I should, but what I feel right now is something that I’ve never felt before. I know that I’ll never be satisfied until you stop breathing. And see that’s where you are going to make a mistake. That’s where your pals Mark and Christian are going to make a mistake.

The three of you are just going to look at tonight’s match as just another match. You’re going to enter that match thinking that I’m pissed off and that I am bitter that I lost the championship. Which you’re right, I’m very bitter about that. It pisses me off like no other considering that you took everything I’ve ever wanted from me, but this isn’t going to be a match. Oh no it’s going to be a fight. It’s not wrestler to wrestler, but instead it’s man to man. There’s not a chance in hell that I’m ever going to be okay with someone taking a shortcut to this business. Not after someone like me has dedicated my life to doing it the right way.

After what you did, you don’t deserve to be part of this business and therefore I am going to make sure that this is your very last match. Simply put the moment that bell rings. It isn’t going to be about me proving that I am the better wrestler. It isn’t going to be about me winning back the championship. Matter of fact at this point, I could care less about the championship. I don’t want to hold something that’s completely tained in every single way imaginable. All I care about Dmitri is seeing you lying on that mat, looking up at me as I squeeze the last breathe out of your throat. I want you to know your demise was by my hand and mine alone!”

Holding out his hand towards the cameras. Being sure that it was drove home a mental image more than anything at all. Only for him to pick right back up where he left off

“Tonight, you’re going to find out what it’s like to be alone. Because when this onslaught begins. Mark and Christian are going to head to the ring to help out their chosen one. Oh no, they’re going to stay hidden backstage like a couple of bitches and hang you out to dry. You’re going to find out that these so called mythical powers that you tell everyone that you have are going to be no match for a man’s blinding rage. More than anything you’re going to find out that this immortal status that you claim to have is nothing more than a lie. It’s hard to be immortal when you’re going to be facing someone that’s not going to rest until you cease to exist. I said it once before Dmitri, I hope that all of this was worth it to you in the end. I hope the fifteen minutes of fame that you had was worth the fact that when this is all over. You’re going to be nothing more than a distant memory!”

For a brief moment Calvin had paused seemingly with the intentions of collecting his final words. Those final words were actually going to be the most powerful in the end.

“Rot in hell, bitch.”

In that being said that was the last thing to come out of Calvin’s mouth. Right away he pushed himself out of the chair and the moment that he did. The sound of “Memorize” by Fall Out Boy could be heard starting to echo throughout the locker room. It was a bit distance sounding, but that was his cue. It was time to hit the ring and make every single word that had come out of his mouth become a reality. Cameras found themselves fading to pitch black at that moment and leaving everyone on the edge of their seat for this blockbuster main event.

 

ACT I: SHOTS FIRED [part one]

“The World Heavyweight Championship...

This is the one championship that has seemed to have eluded me my entire career. I spent four long years in World Elite Wrestling. From the moment I put my name to the dotted line. I gave that champion everything that I got. Not once did I ever slack off. Now in the four years I was with that company. There would a couple different times that I had managed to earn myself a shot at the WEW World Heavyweight Championship. Each time I had that opportunity I always gave it everything that I had. I always stepped my game up. I always put it all on the line. Yet no matter how close I had been to closing out on becoming the champion. Somehow someway in the end it was pulled away from me. Somehow someway the champion was always able to retain.

As much as it left a bitter taste in my mouth. I also knew that it had everything to do with the talent that the WEW World Heavyweight Champion had. She was considered one of the best for a reason. Long story short the company eventually closed down and after four long years. I had to leave without that goal accomplished. Yet at the same time it had been my dream since I was a child to become a World Champion and therefore I was going to make that happen somehow someway. Cue me signing my name to the dotted line and beginning to work for Pure Amusement Wrestling. Something that I would eventually realize was one of the biggest mistakes I had ever made in my career.

But to get to the point I gave PAW everything I had, just like I had given WEW everything I had. I was defeating people left and right. I was making a name for myself. It got to the point where I couldn’t be ignored and they gave me a shot at the Titans of the Midway Championship. That opportunity was all I needed, because I went and completely destroyed their champion. I made the guy look like a worthless pile of shit. Made him look like he didn’t belong in the business at all. I basically made him go running into hiding a short time after that. However the bigger picture was I had all eyes on me and I was forcing the company to look at me more. By that I was forcing the company to start considering me for to compete for the PAW Heavyweight Championship.

Fast forward just a month and a half later. I no longer had the Titans of the Midway Championship, because I chose to vacate it due to getting a shot at the PAW Heavyweight Championship. I found myself in the ring with Press. The man that everyone said couldn’t be beat. The man that everyone seemed to look up to. Yet at the same time Press was a shady backstabbing fuck who had connection to the owner and used his backstage connections to politic. Which is ultimately what cost me the PAW Heavyweight Championship in the end. The man knew he was going to lose so he fucked me over and when he fucked me over. Pure Amusement Wrestling lost one of the best talents they ever had... which as we can see turned out to be bad news for them. They closed down shortly after I left.

Once again I found myself without a World Championship to my name. Which honestly makes someone start to question a lot of things. And sure people might be quick to point out my stint in Monarchy Wrestling. That’s great and all, I have all the respect for that company. Least they knew what they had on their hands. They respected my abilities and my talent. They did give me quite the opportunity when I was given a shot at the Monarchy Championship. In which I did win, but at the same time the company closed down that same night. I am not one of those guys. I can’t say that I was truly a World Champion when I never even got the chance to defend it. I never even got the chance to prove what type of champion I could be.

Never even got the chance to show that I could carry a company on my back. Therefore I cannot say that I was truly ever a World Champion. And like I was saying after all of this. I started to question a lot of things. I began to wonder, if it was something I would ever achieve. I’ve been wrestling now for over ten years and I don’t have a legitimate World Heavyweight Champion run under my belt. Is it because I’m not good enough? That’s a question I’ve asked myself. Yet at the same time I look back and see that I have been in the ring with some of the best of them. I’ve questioned if whether or not, it’s because I don’t have the look.

But then I’ll take a step back and look at myself in the mirror. I’ve got the body of a greek god. Everything about me stands out. I’ve got a six pack on top of my six pack. I know for a fact that most of the wrestlers now days don’t work out nearly as hard as I do. They don’t put the time that I put into the gym. Without a doubt I have the look. And then that’ll make me go into questioning that maybe just maybe it has everything to do with the companies that I choose to sign with. Maybe it has everything to do with the companies that I choose to give my time too. Maybe just maybe it has everything to do with the companies choosing to hold me back from achieving that goal.

Then again at the same time I ask myself, if I want to be that guy. I ask myself if I want to be like every other person in the industry that blames the company they work for because things aren’t going their way. Because about ninety percent of those people that blame the company they work for. Those people aren’t exactly very talented in the first place. It is those people that aren’t ever actually projected to do very well. Those people aren’t ever going to be World Heavyweight Champion or any other champion for that matter. Because if I choose to be that guy then I am going to be lumped in with those people. Is that something I can truly deal with?

But then that’s where Climax Control comes into play...

It has been announced that this coming Sunday Night. I’ll be one of the five men placed in an over the top rope Battle Royal. One in which the winner will be crowned that SCW Heavyweight Champion. From what it sounds like the former champion J2H simply just couldn’t handle the pressure of being the champion. Therefore he vacated the title and it is now up for grabs. Though at the same time I have to question the company’s decision. I have to question the company’s choices. I have to continue to speak out about Sin City Wrestling when they have chosen Dmitri, Steve Ramone, Eyesnane, Samuel McPherson, and James Tuscini as the four men to be competing for the glory of the SCW World Heavyweight Championship.

Looking at those four men and knowing that they are going to be my competition. It truly does leave me in a situation where I am left scratching my head. It leaves me in a situation where I am wondering on what planet that SCW thinks that the four of them are talented enough to be competing for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. I am left wondering where the hell they thought that either of those four men were worthy of this opportunity. More importantly than all of that. I am left to wonder if the officials even thought for a second about who they wanted in this match or did they just pull random names out of a hat. It is time that SCW and the officials understand that SCW is only going to be great by making great decision.

But if they don’t make great decisions and continue to make decisions like this. Then Sin City Wrestling is going to continue being looked at as mediocre. Making decisions like this is going to continue to make SCW look like a joke. Making decisions like this is going to continue to make people look the opposite direction. At the same time though, it is time for me to realize that it is none of my business in the process. All I am concerned with is the SCW Heavyweight Championship and making sure that it goes home with me at the end of the night.

Based on that being my only concern and my only focus. You can rest assure four other men are going to have their careers in jeopardy...”

ACT II: Selfish Or Selfless?

It was a bright and early Friday morning. So early in fact that the birds were barely even singing. There was enough light outside to let it be known it was a new day, but also still dark enough that it would make sense that people were still in bed. Reason for Calvin being up so early is because he had a seven am flight in just an hour and half. It was off to Reno, Nevada for Sin City Wrestling’s Climax Control. Then from Reno he would make a drive to Los Angeles, California to be part of UCI’s SummerMania event. Right now it was just a busy time for him and his career.

Dragging himself down the steps of the two story home with a duffle bag on one shoulder and his suitcase in the other hand. Into the living room is where the steps lead him. Taking the suitcase he pushed it against the wall and set his duffle bag on top of it. Calvin turned and made a b line for the kitchen. Sure enough the moment he entered he could smell the coffee brewing. Thanks to his lovely wife of course. Speaking of Alessandra, she had her back turned to him facing the stove and seemingly preparing to cook. With a smile on his lips. Calvin came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her rather pregnant waist. Placing a soft kiss on the back of her neck.

CALVIN HARRIS: Good morning gorgeous.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: ... Mhm.

Well it didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that a response like that let it be known that she wasn't very happy. Then again she wasn't a morning person and it was also five thirty in said morning. That could have played a major factor into her attitude towards him. His hands slowly pulled free from her waist and he took a step or two back. Looking at those long slightly odd colored locks. He took a deep breath.

CALVIN HARRIS: Something wrong?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Is something wrong, he asks...

She snapped, turning on the gas. The flame began under the greased pan, where she would make the French Toast that she'd been craving enough to pull her out of bed at the ungodly hour it was. She placed the assembled toast in the pan, before taking hold of a spatula in hand. The Seattle-born wrestler cut her eyes at him, her dark eyes a little bloodshot from the early hour.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Oh... I don't know. Maybe we're set to have a baby next week. NEXT. WEEK. My feet look like eskimo shoes. I look like I've swallowed a bowling ball. I have to pee roughly every six and a half minutes. And my husband... my dear, sweet, little soaking-haired chicano is NEVER EVER HOME when we're on baby watch 2017! He's always off traveling to Climax Control, or on Climax Control.

She scowled, cranky, tired, and a little sweaty, frankly.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: IF you could maybe PRACTICE Climax Control, we wouldn't be in this mess, Harris.

He could just hear the rage that was coming out of his voice. There was quite a bit in that tiny woman. Which put him in a position where he needed to choose his next couple of words rather wisely. Running his hands through his long hair, he just stood there leaning against the kitchen table.

CALVIN HARRIS: First of all. Allow me to remind you that the TWO of us. Yes, the TWO of us both decided that we wanted to have a child together. Therefore the whole practice climax control jab there is just as much your fault as it is my fault. We made a decision together.

He stood there with his hands gripping the edge of the table. Calvin wasn’t going to allow himself to get too out of hand or too upset with her. She wasn’t exactly her usual self. She was way more emotional now than she had ever been. Something that he had grown to grow used to over the last few months.

CALVIN HARRIS: And along with that. The last time I checked we do have a child on the way. We have another child that’s close to starting school soon. We have a house which means we have a mortgage to pay. Food needs to be put in the house. Bills need to be paid. All of which I help contribute to being “never home” as you put it. And I would also like to point out one tiny detail. We had a talk months ago. Not long after you found out you were pregnant. That talk had a lot to do with me wrestling, and you told me. You were fine with it. So excuse me for trying to provide for my family.

There was a slight amount of anger in his own tone, just to drive home the point he was slightly irritated with her.

CALVIN HARRIS: It isn’t my fault that my vacation doesn’t start till next week... which I promised you, I was taking the first two weeks of August off. Nor is it my fault I just happened to get put in a match for the World Championship.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: And what happens if this kid, who's name you won't even tell me what it's going to be, decides he's going to say 'you know what? Fuck allll of this. I'm not waiting.' And decides he's going to come out into this world a little early? And you're not here? What if you miss it?

She turned her worried gaze to the French toast that she was making, poking at it with the flattened edge of the spatula, browning the bread to the point that she wanted before easing the toast onto its other side. Gazing at him past a messy, chemically-colored yellow bedhead, she wasn't keen on the idea. She'd brought one child into the world alone. A second? She wasn't looking for that. Just the possibility made her heart sink into her chest.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: You know wrestlers have their kids early. Something chemical or some shit.

She snickered, her nose crunching a bit, a sour expression on her face.

CALVIN HARRIS: As much as you might consider me inconsiderate. Or as much as you might consider me someone that seemingly just doesn’t care because I’m never home. That couldn’t be any further from the truth.

His eyes locking on that sour yet rather worried expression. Least before she had turned herself back around to make sure they couldn’t make eye contact.

CALVIN HARRIS: I have already made arrangements for a possible red-eye flight home. Because I know that is a possibility. The last thing I want to do is miss the birth of my son or to make wife go through something she’s already gone through alone once before. That would be the worst thing I could ever do. It’d make me the biggest piece of shit ever and I couldn’t even forgive myself, but I’ve already gone over a plan for what could happen. If that happens, fuck the title match. Fuck the entire company, I’m coming home where I belong.

He spoke with such a confidence when it came to those words that came out of his mouth. His hand had unleashed the edge of the table as he managed to take a couple of steps towards her. Being at her side and reaching out to grab her face gently making her turn to look right at him.

CALVIN HARRIS: There is nothing more important to me than you, VP, and our son.

Nodding his head a little bit making sure to keep her eyes locked on his.

CALVIN HARRIS: But at the same time I wish you shared the same excitement I had about this match. I’ve been wrestling for twelve years and I’ve never been a legitimate World Heavyweight Champion.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: You know I'm happy that you're getting these opportunities. I just wish that it was at a different time in life. When things weren't so close to being monumentally different for us. When we weren't about to welcome new life. I wish these opportunities would be coming when I could be there with you to celebrate your victories.

She missed the ring. Retirement... it was a bitter thing for her. The former Deathmatch-savvy competitor truly did miss the traveling. She missed lacing up her boots. A lot of career frustration though and desire to build this little family of hers took the forefront. When she tried to advance out of the 'hardcore division,' the opportunities never came, no matter what. When she found a place that accepted her, they tended to fold right as she was about to kick the door in, ultimately denying her of her chance at finally reaching the pinnacle. It made for a lot of restless nights. But, she certainly didn't like EVERYTHING falling on the shoulders of her husband. As of right now, though? There wasn't much that could be done about that.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: It gets a little dull being home all day, every day while you get to go out and have all the fun. And it gets a little worrying being on week thirty-nine, and not knowing when my husband is going to come home. Not knowing what condition he's going to come home in. That really fucking sucks, Calvin...

She turned the knob, killing the flame and scooping her French toast onto a plate, placing the pan into the sink nearby to cool while grabbing a fork from the dish drainer.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’m sorry...

That was the first thing he let come out of his mouth. Surely it was going to leave her puzzled for that brief moment but he was always one to express himself.

CALVIN HARRIS: You’re not saying it, but at the same time I get it. I’ve been selfish. Although I tried to play it like I was being selfless. Because I was doing all of this for you. All of this for our kids. Guess at the same time I was still doing it for me and it does make me selfish. A lot of times I didn’t think about what I was doing or how it was making you feel. That makes me a pretty shitty husband. For that I apologize...

There was a somber look on his expression at that particular moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: And you know what? Maybe it’s time that I go down the path that you went down. You made sacrifices for me. You made them for VP and you’ve made them for our unborn child. You put our family first when you retired. I didn’t do that. I wasn’t exactly ready. I have this mindset that if I don’t win at least one World Championship then my career is for nothing and I’m one of the biggest failures to ever exist. That’s why I keep pushing and keep giving it all I got, but maybe it is time for me to do what you did. I just ask that this one last time you understand. If I win, great... everything was accomplished. If I don’t, then maybe just maybe it is time to hang it up.

That was probably the most emotional he had ever been when it came to his career. Sure he would lash out when things didn’t go his way. He would display a lot of anger but it was never emotional like this. Taking a deep breath, he nodded his head some. Almost like he was truly preparing himself for what could end up happening in just a few days.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Don't be a pussy.

She said, not mincing words. She balanced the curved edge of the plate on her large, round stomach while holding onto the opposing edge with her hand, while her fork in her free hand cut into the bread. She licked her lips of the powdered sugar and the sweet taste, smiling softly. She knew that it wouldn't be too much more of this that she could eat, especially this early. But, that first bite was so satisfying.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: I gave up on my dream because of doors being slammed in my face. Time and time again. Being told no, over and over, for ten years. It gets exhausting. You have opportunity. Fucking take it! Just remember, it's not just YOU that you need to worry about anymore. It's you, me, VP, and a proto-person... who you really need to name, ASAP.

She stated, cutting into the bread once again, taking a bite.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: But, in the meantime... trust me. You'd resent me if you were a house husband.

CALVIN HARRIS: Truth be told, I don’t doubt that for a second.

A rather brief chuckle left his lips.

CALVIN HARRIS: I thank you though. More than you ever know for understanding me and for supporting me. I thank you for always being in my corner. I thank you for being my rock and for being my voice of reason when I need it the most. But believe me when I tell you, I know you all need me. However I need you all just as much as you need me. You’re the ones that keep motivating me and keep doing what I do.

That being said, he grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled her forward for a moment. His lips crushing against his for a rather deep kiss. It would have seemed like an eternity despite it being only a couple of seconds, but this was one of those kisses that was done to let it be known how serious he was when it came to him being thankful. As well as what his family meant to him. When that kiss broke apart, Calvin looked into those eyes deeply for that brief moment. Saying everything that needed to be said without words. Quickly turning himself around at that moment to begin to make his way out for what was going to be a long day.

ACT III: SHOTS FIRED [part two]

“This Sunday...

I will find myself standing across the ring from four other men with the chance to become the NEW SCW World Heavyweight Champion by the end of it all. See one of the biggest problems I have with this match has everything to do with the fact that it is a battle royal. This isn’t a match where it comes down to actual wrestling ability. This isn’t a match where someone actually has to be better than their opponent, least good enough to pin them or to make them tap out. Instead all you have to do is throw your opponent over the top rope. Anyone can get lucky and send someone over a top rope. Anyone can have enough momentum on their side with one clothesline to change the outcome of a match. That doesn’t prove that they are better than anyone.

All it proves is that they were lucky in that one moment. And if I am speaking the truth here. The only way Samuel McPherson, James Tuscini, Eyesnsane, or Dmitiri are ever going to hold a World Heavyweight Championship is being in a situation where they got lucky. This is truly the perfect setup for one of them to get lucky. The perfect setup for one of them to prove that hard work, dedication, and actual wrestling ability doesn’t matter. It is the perfect chance for them to further shit on the professional wrestling business. More than they already have... but although it is the perfect chance to do all of that. I am the ONE that is going to make sure it doesn’t fucking happen. Best believe I’m going to make sure SCW has a worthy World Heavyweight Champion.

SAMUEL MCPHERSON

Let me go ahead and start with your retarded ass. Only because I know that you’re going to have so much to say about me. You’re going to act like you know me, you know where I’ve been, and what I’ve achieved. Course every last bit of that is going to come from King of Retard style himself, Lord Raab. You’re going to say the same thing that he’s said about me over the years. See because that’s what happens with anyone that’s associated with him. It seems that every last one of them has the same down syndrome mindset and literally says the same thing over and over again. For whatever reason none of them can develop their own personalities. But you know what? I give a fuck less about what you or that fat piece of shit has to say about me.

See because at the end of the day it isn’t going to make a difference. My name alone speaks volumes. My name alone says that I am better than you, Samuel. It says that I am better than Raab. It says I’m better than the entire Raab and Friends clan. And you know what? You’re going to quickly try to decline those comments. But at the same time, I can very easily ask you one simple question. What have you done Samuel? In the time that you’ve been part of professional wrestling, what have you achieved? In the time that you’ve been apart of the SCW roster, what is it that you’ve achieved? Because I already know the answer. You’ve done absolutely fucking nothing. Not one damn thing have you achieved. You’ve accomplished zero!

From what I’ve established - and yes I had to look this up, because I don’t spend my time worrying about people that done mean anything to me. Yet for the sake of truthful facts I did some research, but with that being said. From what I have established. You’ve been on this roster a lot longer than I have been. In the time that you’ve been on the roster. You’ve never held a single championship to your name. You don’t have a single accolade to your name. Hell, it’s very rare that you even get booked in matches. Seems to happen once in a blue moon and when the company is needing an extra body. Essentially, you’ve just been another guy on the roster collecting a paycheck that you don’t even deserve.

But now that I’ve exposed you for doing nothing. I can already hear what your response is going to be. It’ll be the same response I’ve heard from fattie for years. “I don’t care about championships and accomplishments.” So help me god, if that comes out of your mouth. I am just going to show up with a Smith and Wesson Victory Pistol and blow your fucking brains out. You are truly the most retarded cocksucker on earth. If you claim that championships and accolades don’t mean anything to you. Especially in this sport. It is everyone’s goal to be the best that they can be. Only way one can prove how good they are is by holding championships and having accolades to their name. Otherwise you’re just wrestling with no purpose and that makes you look dumb as shit.

But you know what? At the same time it might be a good idea for you to not care about the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Because there’s not a chance on God’s green earth that you’re going to leave with it. And I am going to make damn sure of it. If there’s one thing I will do in this match that doesn’t include winning the championship. I am going to make sure without a  shadow of a doubt that you’re tossed out of the ring. I am going to be the one that tosses your big ass out of the ring at that. You are the least deserving of this opportunity. Basically, you being put in this match is a hand out. You’re being made to be a charity case.

And there’s nothing I hate more when it comes to this sport is when a company just gives a charity case something. Nothing pisses me off more than when someone gets a handout. I’ve had to work for everything I have ever had in life and everything I have ever had in this business. Therefore so should everyone else, but sadly not everyone carries the same mindset that I have. Yet at the same time the fact still remains that I am going to ball up my fist. Punch you square in your egg shaped head and then toss you out of the ring. You’ll be lucky if you even make it in this match longer than five minutes. Hell, you’ll be lucky if you make it further than the first elimination. Simply put Samuel, you’re about to get fucked up.

JAMES TUSCINI

Now that brings me to you. Mr. I Still Believe That Italian Mob Bosses are a thing. You’ve clearly watched way too much Godfathers as a kid. And what cracks me up the most about all of that. Is your probably the least gangster person I have ever come in contact with in my entire life. When I look at you, all I see is some puny little kid that looks like he’s never hit the gym a day in his life. I see someone that’s probably never even had a protein shake. I look at you and see a kid that I would have bullied and slapped around back in high school just for the sake of it. In case it isn’t sinking in James. Allow me to put it you bluntly... I don’t fear you. Not only do I not fear you, but I don’t see you as a threat to me. Not even in the least bit.

Then again I think at this point despite the whole Italian Mob Boss family gimmick you’re trying to run. It seems fairly obvious to me that you’re not really trying to be scary or threatening. Instead, you’re one of those wrestlers that I hate the most. One of those wrestlers that stick with this comedy routine. One of those wrestlers that basically shit on the entire business by acting, thinking, and treating the sport like it is nothing more than a joke. I might be only twenty eight years old, but I was raised on that old school mindset. You’re meant to respect the business. Not treat it like a joke and certainly not use it for a stage as if it was a stand up act. I’ve been telling myself for awhile now. First chance I got I was going to beat your ass for disrespecting my sport.

Just so happens that the first time that I get my hands are you. It’s going to be in a situation where the SCW World Heavyweight Championship is on the line. In this situation all Sin City Wrestling did was ensure that you didn’t survive and didn’t have a career when all of this was said and done. Had this just been a match where they booked the two of us against each other. I would have done what needed to be done. I would have beat your ass. I would have knocked you out. But you would have lived to see another day. If anything I would have knocked some sense into you and made you start to treat this business how it deserves to be treated. But in this situation, the first time we are meeting is like this and that’s the worst thing SCW could have done to you.

For all this has done is lit an extra fire up under my ass. Not to mention to know that I am going to be standing across the ring from someone that doesn’t have any respect for the business. To be standing across the ring from a man that does nothing but treat the business as a joke. To know I have to share an opportunity at a World Championship with a man like you, truly pisses me off. That ensured that every punch I connect with to your face is going to be a punch ten times harder than usual. A punch that is filled with hate. It ensured that anytime I kick you. I’m going to be aiming to knock your teeth out of your mouth or to give you a career-ending concussion. That means every time I take you down to the mat. I am going to be aiming to break bones.

I can admit that and maybe that makes me an unprofessional piece of shit. If that’s the case, then so be it. I happen to find you to be rather unprofessional by not having any real respect for the sport that I have given my life too. But I already know that everything I am saying is going in one ear and out there other. Because that’s just who you are James. You don’t take anything seriously. You don’t have any real care and you probably think that this is just some walk in the park, but boy are you in for a rude awakening Sunday night. You are not worthy of an opportunity for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. As far as I am concerned you’re not worthy of any title shot. Contrary to what you might believe. Title shots don’t grow on trees.

In fact title shots are meant to be something that someone has to earn, but in this situation you like Samuel were given a handout. However at the end of the day I know what the outcome is going to be. I am going to toss your scrawny ass out of my ring. I’m going to watch your head bounce off the unforgiving floor and I am going to watch as you’re forced to look back to the ring while being carried out on a stretcher while my hand gets raised in victory with fifteen pounds of gold hanging from my waist.

EYESNSANE

I am going to be as real as I can possibly be in this situation Eyesnsane. I don’t know too much about you. About the only thing I know about you is the fact that you’re one of the men standing in my way of a career destiny. That and the fact that I know you’re a man that’s connected to the ever so infamous Elders. Now I truly hope that you heard the amount of sarcasm that’s in my voice when I said that. Because I honestly don’t give a fuck about the Elders. For the most part I don’t know who they are either, but what I do know is that they were always a group of people that had way too much hype. I never found them to be as good as this hype around them played them out to be.

And honestly where at the Elders now when you think about it? First of all there’s entirely too many of them. You never know which one of them is going to randomly come out of the woodworks one day. Then to top it off, they don’t have any significance around here like they used to. They’re very much like Samuel McPherson in the sense that anytime you see them is when they’re randomly being put in a match because an extra body or two is needed. That’s about it. I’ll tell you something else about the Elders as well. You see the thing about them that everyone picks up on the most is the fact that they are all grouped together. It is very rare of them to do anything by themselves. They’re most always in tag matches.

With you being part of them Eyesnsane. I would imagine that you know why that is. The Elders are a group of people that couldn’t be successful singles wrestlers. They’re a group of people that simply could not under any circumstances whatsoever get the job done on their own. I don’t think there has been a single one of them that has ever held singles gold on their own. I could be wrong, but then again I don’t give a shit enough to check the facts on that. Especially when more times than often not at all they’ve been leaning on each other to get them success in this business. Which is why it totally blows my fucking mind that Matt Spears won that Golden Opportunity briefcase. It’s just like how the fuck is that even possible?

Anyway, back to the point at hand. The Elders are known for needing each other to succeed and known for needing each other to survive. That has managed to lump you into the same category as them Eyesnsane. There is nothing about you that tells me that you’re going to be a threat in this match. You’re too far out of your element. You don’t have one of your Elder buddies to come running to your aid the first moment you find yourself in trouble. This isn’t a situation where the moment it looks like you’re going to lose, you can tag someone else in and they come in to change the entire pace of the match as well as get you a victory in the end. Nah, this is a situation where you have to do everything on your own. And as far as I can see you don’t have it in you.

There’s not a chance in hell Eyesnsane, you’re going to be walking out of this match with the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. Matter of fact I don’t see anyone from the Elders being a World Heavyweight Champion. In this company or any other company for that matter. But you know as much as I don’t have faith in you. I have never been in the ring with you, which is something I am looking forward to. For one reason and one reason only. I want to be the man that proves my point. I want to be the man that proves that what I am saying is the truth. I want to be the man that proves that you aren’t shit without someone in your corner. And trust me, it won’t be long after I toss over the top rope before that cold reality sinks in for you as well.

DMITRI

You know some people would say that this is the rematch that they’ve been waiting for. Although, I don’t know if you would really call it a rematch. Considering this isn’t a one on one situation. But regardless a few weeks ago the two of us stood across from each other in the middle of a SCW ring. When that happened I had the mindset that I knew that I could beat you. You had the mindset that you THOUGHT you could beat me. Yet when the two of us met in the middle of that ring. You couldn’t get the job done Dmitri. Sure, I won’t take anything away from you. You tried, you tried really hard. You gave it everything you had. There were a few times you knocked me down and even rocked my world, but in the end your thought was wrong.

You found out that you couldn’t beat me. The two of us ended up spilling the outside. All hell broke loose and they had to send security out to pull us apart. But the fact still remains that at the end of the day you didn’t get the job done. Though, I am sure that you’ve got the mindset that I was wrong too. However, that’s not the case. I was never wrong. For I can still say that I KNOW I can beat you. On that night, it didn’t happen because I didn’t want it to happen. On that night, I could have ended that match the moment it started but I wanted a challenge. I really wanted to see what you could do between those ropes. Now, I won’t lie at all. It was impressive. It showed me that you had a lot of heart. Way more than I expected.

However the way I see it now. I gave you the chance to shine. I let you have your fifteen minutes of fame. I let you share the spotlight with me once before, but there’s not a chance in hell that I am going to allow you to share it with me for a second time. Especially not when the World Heavyweight Championship is on the line. This time it is a situation where I know and where I WILL defeat you with thousands upon thousands of people watching. This is a situation where I’ll make sure that everyone knows that the monster that is Dmitri is nothing more than a myth. This is where I let them know there’s no legitimate reason to fear you, not even in the least bit. You’re just a man like everyone else. You’re just not a man that’s on my actual level.

Don’t get in your feelings though Dmitri. I’m a man that’s willing to give you credit where credit is due. Like I said the last time we were in the ring with each other. You impressed me and you showed me what you could do. In all honesty, it wouldn’t surprise me. Not even in the least bit, if it turned out that the two of us were the last ones standing in the middle of the ring with each other at the end of the night. I’ve made it clear none of the other three are competition to me. The only way that you won’t make it to the final two is you allow yourself to be weak and if you allow yourself to have any compassion for your tag team partner. Now I would imagine for a man that tries so hard to play himself off as a monster.

That wouldn’t be the case, but at the same time I don’t believe this monster act and I haven’t from the start. If I were you, I’d be rather smart. I would make sure that without a shadow of a doubt that you made it to the final two. Doesn’t matter if you have to hurt your partner to do that. After all you have to ask yourself a simple question. Do you think James would take it easy on you? This is his first chance to win the SCW Heavyweight Championship, just like you. Of course he isn’t going to take it easy on you. Of course he isn’t going to put the tag team first. Of course he isn’t going to put the friendship first. He’ll put himself first. Now don’t play yourself by not doing the same damn thing.

Honestly, I’ve made it clear that SCW made some horrible choices for this match. And as far as I am concerned, the only way this match is going to be saved and the only way the SCW World Heavyweight Championship is going to look good is if at the end of the match it is the two of us battling out for it. Otherwise, if it’s me against someone else. It’s just going to look all bad. But at the same exact time Dmitri. It isn’t going to be my problem if you make it to the final two with me. It isn’t going to be my problem if you're the first one eliminated. Like I’ve been saying the only concern that I have is winning the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Nothing more and nothing less.

So to me it doesn’t make a difference if you’re the last one in the ring with me or if any of the other three are the last man in the ring with me. At the end of the day the outcome is still going to be the same. I am going to be the man that I know that I can be. I’m going to be the wrestler than I know I can be. I am going to be the man and the wrestler that goes the distance. Somehow someway when the smoke clears and the dust settles. Dmitri, you are going to come up just like James. Just like Eyesnsane, and just like Samuel. You’re going to come up empty handed. Meanwhile I’ll be the new World Heavyweight Champion!”

ACT IV: Me Against The World.

It had been a long day already. Calvin had flew into the city of Reno leaving Seattle at six in the morning. He managed to make it Reno by nine. From the moment on it had been nothing more than media appearance after media appearance. Not to mention fitting a couple of Meet N’ Greets in there as well. As of late the name Calvin Harris was becoming a staple to the promotion itself and they were making him due things he didn’t exactly want to do. Yet at the same time it was things that were kind of expected of someone with name value. Nevertheless it had been one of those days and the only thing that he was looking forward to was getting back to his hotel and getting in that bad to sleep.

Pulling up outside of the hotel and finding the first empty parking lot he could with the rental car that he was driving. The first thing that he was able to notice was there were several fans already lined up outside of the hotel. It was two days until Climax Control, but it wasn’t uncommon for professional wrestling fans to track down where wrestlers were staying at or where they went to go get food. All for the sake of meeting them and all for the sake of hoping to get an autograph. Calvin set there in the car after turning it off and sighed heavily. This was not something he wanted to deal with by any means. But at the same time he didn’t have a choice.

Popping the driver’s side door open. Calvin went ahead and stepped on out, as quietly as he could he shut the door behind him. He didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself. Yet it didn’t seem to work out the way he wanted. Because it was at that moment he heard someone scream at the top of their lungs.

“THERE IS CALVIN HARRIS!”

Sure enough all eyes shot towards him. Calvin instantly looked at the ground with this bitter expression. That being said he just started to make his way towards the front doors of the hotel. In doing so he could hear those fans starting to heckle him and seemingly doing what they could to get under his skin.

“Who is ready to see this man get his ass kicked on Sunday?”

“Heck yeah! I am!”

“It’s laughable to think that Calvin Harris will ever be a champion in Sin City Wrestling. Let alone the World Heavyweight Champion. The guy couldn’t beat Rage. Hell, he couldn’t even beat Xander Bishop!”

“Calvin Harris is going to turn out to be one of the biggest failures that Sin City Wrestling ever had!”

There was a sudden eruption of laughter that was coming from all these fans that were outside. Hearing all of that laughter just made his blood boil and for all the right reasons. These people didn’t have the right to be saying anything that they were saying. These people clearly didn’t understand the business. More importantly than that these people didn’t understand just how good he was in the ring. Regardless of one recent loss and regardless of how things might have played out in the past. Calvin was one of the best in the world and he did have the talent. Not a word came from his mouth though. He kept quiet as he walked past them all. Though just as he reached for the door handle of the hotel. He heard another one call out.

“What’s this? The big bad Martyr has nothing to say? Does the cat got your tongue, pussy?”

Calvin let go of the door handle. He stood there for just a moment or two slightly mumbling to himself. Almost as he was trying to talk himself out of having a reaction, but it might have been too late. At that moment he spun himself around with hate filled eyes glaring right at the sea of SCW fans.

CALVIN HARRIS: Let me assure you that this has nothing to do with cat having my tongue. This has nothing to do with me being a pussy. My silence has nothing to do with any of that. Instead my silence has everything to do with not a single of you are worth a proper response. You see I’m more than aware that this is the Me Against The World situation. Even more so when Sunday Night rolls around. But little do you know in a few days, it’ll be each and every single one of you that is left speechless when I hoist the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship over my head!

As one would have expected that those comments were going to enrage the fans and to set them off. However at that moment Calvin had turned himself around and stormed on inside the hotel. Leaving them behind and surely seething at the same time. Truth be told what he said was a hundred percent the truth. Calvin understood that everyone was going to be against him. He understood that there wasn’t going to be a single fan cheering for him. He understood that there was going to be no one in the back supporting him and wanting him to become the champion. It very much was him against the world, but at the same time it didn’t matter if he had the world against him. Calvin had been known to overcome it all and this time was going to be no different.

ACT V: The Future Is Bright

All week long the city of Reno had been preparing for Sin City Wrestling to be coming into town. It was the routine thing for the company. Every Sunday CLIMAX CONTROL would air generally on the west coast unless on a special tour. However this week’s event wasn’t just any regular edition of Climax Control, not after what took place the week before. Sin City Wrestling was flipped upside down with the announcement that came from the biggest superstar in SCW currently, J2H. It was announced that he was going to be vacating both championships that he held. More importantly the SCW Heavyweight Championship. By far the single most shocking announcement for the company in recent memory.

Then to keep up with the shocking announcements. It was announced the same night that J2H announced he was vacating the title, that the very next week on Climax Control. There was going to be a Over-The-Top-Rope Battle Royal consisting of five men and in that battle royal, the man that went the distance. The man that remained standing in the ring over the other four would officially crown themselves the brand-spanking new SCW Heavyweight Champion. Needless to say with that going on. It had fans of SCW on the edge of their seats and it was bringing quite a bit of attention to the city of Reno for no one wanted to miss this night. On this particular night, just twenty four hours till show time SCW fans were going to get a special treat.

Cue the rolling of an official camera crew of Sin City Wrestling. In doing so the cameras found themselves focused on the back of a well-built frame of a man. His long jet black hair was something that stood out right away. Along with the dark black suit that made his body look that more appealing. In that same moment this man turned himself around. The scruffy facial hair and those dark eyes that were all too familiar came into play. The man the cameras happened to find themselves on was none other than “The Martyr” himself, Calvin Harris. His lips curved into that smirk that only he could give as he began to break the silence.

CALVIN HARRIS: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Children of all ages. What an exciting time it is to be a fan of Sin City Wrestling isn’t it? After all we just found out one week ago that J2H can’t handle the pressure of being in his second reign as the SCW Heavyweight Champion as well as as being the Internet Champion. Therefore he’s decided to tuck his tail between his legs, give up the championships, and go running off into obscurity. Which doesn’t surprise me, but it isn’t exactly the worst news anyone has ever gotten. Especially for five specific superstars.

For a brief moment there was a pause that consumed him. That smirk of his seemingly starting to spread across his expression just a little more.

CALVIN HARRIS: By now I am sure that each and every single one of you have heard about the blockbuster of a Main Event that was announced for tomorrow night’s Climax Control. And if you haven’t heard, well then you’re just a couple of idiots that have been living under a rock this entire time. However with that being said allow me to be the one to enlighten you. Tomorrow night at this very place. Some random ass baseball field - I forget the name - but then again it isn’t important. But regardless right here tomorrow night for Climax Control the main event of the evening will be an over the top rope battle royal and the winner aka the man that outlasts four other men in the match will be crowned the new SCW World Heavyweight Champion!

There was quite a bit of excitement in his voice when he had revealed what was set to take place in just twenty four hours from this very moment. Then again it made plenty of sense for why he would be excited considering that he was one of the men that would be getting this opportunity.

CALVIN HARRIS: That’s right. The powers that be had decided that they were very-very quickly going to make sure that they moved on from the J2H era and make sure that no one had time to really think about the flop that was his second reign. I can’t say that I blame them for doing so. After all it has been pretty clear for the last several months that SCW is on a downward decline. The company surely isn’t what it once was. And they surely aren’t helping their case by any means when they go and sign talent as worthless as Griffin Hawkins, but hey I am not the one that’s running the head of talent relations. However, I have to give some props with them attempting to do everything they can to move on very quickly from the position that J2H put them in. I applaud them for announcing right away that they were going to crown at a NEW World Heavyweight Champion. But there’s just one catch to all of that...

Holding up his finger to the cameras to back up that “one catch” that he was talking about. In that brief moment where he was silence, it was going to be enough to make the fans wonder just exactly what was going to come out of his mouth. That was just the thing with the Martyr. Sometimes it was rather hard to really guess which side of the field he was going to come from so to speak.

CALVIN HARRIS: That one catch has everything to do with the ten men that they chose for this battle royal. Well, I guess it is more like the nine men other men they chose to put in this match. It made all the sense in the world to place me in this match. Right now I am the only man on the roster that actually looks like a real wrestler. I am the only man on the wrestler that doesn’t have some stupid “gimmick” as they call it. More importantly than all of that. I am the only man that is on this roster that has the balls, that has the guts, and that has the ability to speak his mind. Everyone else doesn’t have that in them. Everyone else is too afraid to have the balls to say things that they don’t agree with. Everyone else is too afraid to have the guts to stand up for what they believe in. No one else has the ability to do what they want or say what they want, because they’re all a bunch of pussies that are scared to “upset the wrong people” or to get themselves “heat” over saying or doing something.

There was this look of sheer disgust that overcame Calvin’s facial expression for that brief moment. That look alone let it be known how he seemingly felt about a roster full of people. Something that wasn’t going to be doing him any favors anytime soon.

CALVIN HARRIS: I simply do not give a fuck about who I piss off, who I offend, or who I upset. It can be someone on the roster. Bet, they wouldn’t say anything to my face. For they don’t want to get their asses whooped. It could be one of the referees, backstage crew, or even an interviewer. It wouldn’t make a difference, because at the end of the day they are easily replaceable. SCW could hire a monkey off the streets to do their job. Where as it would be a true loss to lose someone like me. Which brings me to the next point. I don’t even care if I piss someone off in management. Because at the end of the day Christian and Mark do not own me. SCW does not own me. SCW isn’t the only wrestling company that exists. They catch feelings about something I’ve said or done. They could fire me, but at the same time it is going to hurt them more than it will hurt me. I’ll end up somewhere, making way more money, and being treated way better.

A shrug left his shoulders at that particular moment. There was such an arrogance that oozed out of him when he spoke that it made him unbearable. Then again it was that arrogance that he braced with every chance he got.

CALVIN HARRIS: I say all of that because it’s the truth and because Sin City Wrestling needs a champion like me. Can you honestly say that someone like Steve Ramone is going to be a guy that is a worthy World Heavyweight Champion? Because if you think that, then you’re clearly stupider than I originally thought ninety percent of you were in the first place. The writing's on the wall when it comes to Steve. He is nothing more than a company yes man. The moment Mark or Christian asked him to do something. He wouldn’t question it, instead like a good little bitch he’d do it. If they asked him to jump, he would quickly turn around and reply with asking how high they wanted him to jump. That’s pathetic. It makes me sick to my stomach. Along with makes me want to punch Steve right in his fucking nose. The last thing this company needs is a champion that’s nothing more than a yes man. But then again at the same time, let’s be real shall? Even with it being a match like a battle royal - where it doesn’t take real wrestling ability to win - at the end of the day Steve wouldn’t have enough luck behind him to bring home the World Championship. For crying out loud the guy has been around for years and can’t seem to break out of the mid-card. He’s simply just one of those guys that is never going to be World Championship material.

Calvin’s words came off as if he believed every single word that he let come out of his mouth, which honestly wasn’t that surprising at all. It was a given that he was very arrogant, he was very egotistical, and he was very confident in himself. By no means at all was it a surprise that Calvin showed no real respect for a SCW veteran like Steve Ramone.

CALVIN HARRIS: However of course in the interest of fairness. It isn’t like Samuel McPherson or James Tuscini are SCW World Heavyweight Championship material either. In fact I would have to say that even putting them in this match is going to devalue what is meant to be the company’s most prestigious championship. And the reason being is because James and Samuel are two charity cases for SCW. they’re not as big as a charity case as the mental challenged fuck that is Lord Raab, but none the less they’re pretty close to it. Samuel and James are two men that can’t wrestle their way out of a wet paper back. They’re two men that have never truly amounted to anything special here. At most Samuel was just a companion for Lord Raab, considering he doesn’t have any friends. Other than that he never served an actual purpose. Randomly gets thrown a match here and there, but that’s it. He has never accomplished a damn thing.

All I see when I think of this big fuck is Sloth from the goonies. Retarded as all hell and never going to amount to anything. SCW gave him a hand out by putting him in this match, but it’s going to blow up in their face real soon. Just like it is going to blow up in their face with James. Another guy that has been around for years. Another guy that can’t seem to break past the mid-card. Hell at the same time the two title runs he had. They didn’t last long and they were easily forgettable. James is nothing more than a comedy act. Nothing more than someone to get a few chuckles out of here and there, but certainly not someone that will ever make a worthy of champion. SCW already gets looked at as a joke. The company would be one big laughing stock if James won the title.

Once again Calvin started to shake his head from side to side. This time it was pretty obvious that he was shaking his head in sheer disappointment.

CALVIN HARRIS: Simply put James, Samuel, and Steve were men that didn’t deserve a title shot. They were not worthy in the least bit of this opportunity. Course that brings me to the other two men in that of Eyesnane and Dmitri. As sad as it is to admit this. I don’t have much of a choice. When it comes to those two men. They’re the only two that are going to provide me with any competition. They’re the only two men that would actually be somewhat alright if they were lucky enough to go the distance. Now don’t get it twisted. Dmitri would never be the champion that I am. He wouldn’t have the balls to say and do the things that I would. The things that would need to be done as champion.

But instead he would just hold the title hostage. Go on his usual ramblings about vampires and being from ancient worlds. He’d try to amp it up with that ridiculous ass gimmick that he has going for him. Sadly, it would last as long as people continued to believe in it. Though, eventually it would be a situation where no one would care that he was champion and it would be a situation where people started to call for him to lose the title. Along with that I think that Dmitri would fold under the pressure of being the SCW Heavyweight Champion. This is a guy that folded under the pressure of holding the Internet Championship. The title that means the least around SCW and he couldn’t handle the pressure of it. Therefore there’s no way he could handle the pressure of being the SCW Heavyweight Champion, but the good news is. You’re not going to have to go through an era where Dmitri is the champion. I am going to make damn sure of that.

And when it comes to Eyesnane. I’ll be a hundred percent honest here. I don’t know all that much about the man. However, I do know enough to know that he would be better off than everyone else that is in this match. Yet at the same time I know that he is someone that couldn’t handle being the SCW Heavyweight Champion. You see anyone that has any type of connection to the Elders. It’s a given that they’re not really going to be anything special. The Elders are a group of people that think, believe, and act like they’re better than what they truly are. Not to mention, it is a very rare that anyone in the Elders do their own thing. They would much rather have to rely on someone else, than have to rely on themselves.

Therefore that connection with the Elders is going to prove to be a bad thing for Eyesnane. It’s going to prove to be something that holds him back. Because ultimately there’s not a single person to rely on when he’s out in that ring tomorrow night. He’s going to have to rely on himself, but I don’t believe that he has the ability or the talent to be his own person. I truly see him getting launched out of the ring with ease. Sure, Eyesnane

 

ACT I: The Game Of Life.

Standing directly in the mirror of the walk in closet. Calvin proceeded to make sure that his tie was on straight. It was all black and went perfectly with the grey suit that he had on. What was the special occasion some would say? Well, less than twenty four hours ago. Calvin was informed that he along with his wife would be basically investigated. They had been working on making Alessandra’s daughter legally his daughter. All the paperwork had been filled out for the adoption. They were doing everything by the book. Then a judge decided that someone needed to inspect their home to see if it was the right decision to be made before he signed off to make the adoption legal.

Truth be told the fact that they were being investigated kind of rubbed him the wrong way. In fact it honestly pissed him off. Regardless of Alessandra’s past, she was a great mother. If they didn’t feel VP was safe in her care, they would have taken her long ago. Then add in the fact that he was more or less the subject of said investigated helped with the frustration. Sure, he would never claim to be a saint. However he had never done anything that would ever make him a criminal and this felt very much like that’s how he was being treated. Nevertheless for the sake of that little girl he loved he was going to suck it up and play by the rules. Stepping out from the walk in closet, he called out to Alessandra who was in the bathroom.

CALVIN HARRIS: You know a suit really isn’t that causal and is going to make me look like I’m trying too hard. I really think my birthday suit would be more fitting.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: So help me, I WILL kill you. I'm not even joking.

She called out from the bathroom, her hands taking hold of her pale blonde hair, twisting the bun around and around while her fingers meticulously tried to work the signature aqua blue ends underneath the bun and out of sight. It was a fool's game, and she knew that, but it made her feel more comfortable. That was the placebo effect. The tattooed Seattle-born native had been put completely out of her element. She was normally in a big band shirt, tights, and boots with spikes and chains; today, that could not be the case. No, today, she'd have to be toned down. Her heavy, black goth makeup was toned down to a thin layer of eyeliner and her upper body was hidden in a pink sweater combination with a pressed white collar shirt underneath, the sleeves just long enough to hide her hand tattoos under the material. A pair of light blue jeans with a light flare to them went to the socks of her feet. Her hands went to her hips, frowning.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: I haven't been THIS nervous since Catholic School... I was almost ready to go full-blown nun but I didn't want them to think that we're fake. Not that this is really me, either...

The former Wondergirl responded, her hand on her growing baby bump while the other supported the small of her back.

CALVIN HARRIS: Love you truly babe.

He looked the pregnant woman up and down. Seeing her so out of her element wasn’t exactly a pretty sight. Now that wasn’t in the sense that she wasn’t pretty, because she was. She always would be in his eyes, but it was more so a situation where this wasn’t her and because it wasn’t her he didn’t approve.

CALVIN HARRIS: But this isn’t you and I hope that we never have to ever have a situation where the two of us are this out of our comfort zone again. We’re not exactly the all-american family. More Roseanne than Full House if you ask me.

He let out a small chuckle.

CALVIN HARRIS: I am almost afraid if we look like this, what you have made our poor daughter go through. She’s probably not even going to want to come out of her room to associate with any of us!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: She sees her dad in spandex looking like a Power Ranger on TV, I think she'll be fine, okay Uncle Jesse?

She teased with a grin, grabbing a pair of thick, horn-rimmed glasses. Unfolding the arms and placing them on her face, she perched the glasses onto her nose and sighed softly. Sighing and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, it didn't take much to leave her winded. She was ultra-protective with her pregnancies, not wanting to over-exert herself.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: And I think it's important to remember that no matter what goes on with this home study... you're her dad. I just hope you keep that in mind, and that that end goal keeps you on your best behavior when the social worker gets here.

CALVIN HARRIS: Had I chose not to be on my best behavior, there isn’t too much you can do about it really. I mean it isn’t like you could chase me. You’d never be able to catch up.

He gave a small smirk, as his way of getting back at her with a tease of his own. He watched as she sat there on the bed aiming to catch his breathe for that moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: But I’m aware at what’s at stake here. I know what’s best for her. You know what’s best for her. So, we’re going to do everything that we can to ensure that this judgmental broad sees just that.

In that moment the bedroom door is pushed open the rest of the way from the small crack that was in it. Course VP came into the room with her grin. This time she was dragging around the very championship belt that he had given to her several months back. It had marker all over it. Stickers all over it. Gems hot glued to her it, thanks to Alessandra’s help. She walked up to them smiling. Calvin kneeled down with a smile of his own.

CALVIN HARRIS: You finally ready to put that on the line and let me have a proper rematch?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Naaah. She's gonna retire as the Living Room Champ. Undefeated! Right, Sailor V?

VP REYNOLDS: Mhm! Momma...

She held her hands up, and the former Nova Wonder smiled, taking the hint. Easing the small girl into her arms, pulling her up into her lap, she pecked the top of the three year old's head. Giving her a loving squeeze, the look on her daughter's face was utter joy, before she glanced at the two with her face scrunching up slightly.

VP REYNOLDS: Why you look weird?

VP asked through a mouth full of white baby teeth. Her small hand clumsily took hold of her mom's sleeve. As a small child with no filter, she could tell the difference in their outfits and demeanor's, even if she didn't have the words for it.

CALVIN HARRIS: Momma doesn’t look weird, sugar.

He interjected and got the small three year old to look in the direction of him. Though she kept glancing back at Alessandra studying seemingly every detail to her mother’s look.

CALVIN HARRIS: It’s just that today is a special day. For you, for me, and for momma. So because it’s a special day, we all have to put on our best clothes and our best smiles. Kind of like when princesses and princes have special days together. They do the same thing. Now all we need to do is make sure that we’re on our best behaviors and I know you’re not going to let me down right? You’re perfect. You’re an angel. Always being good. I know I can count on you.

Almost nonchalantly, the toddler kept her smile, easing back onto the floor and taking hold of the title, dragging it behind her.

VP REYNOLDS: You look weird too.

Alessandra covered her mouth, suppressing her chuckles before she turned her dark gaze up to Calvin for a moment. Her eyes gave it away just how much she was trying to stifle a laugh. Turning her attention to her daughter, she pressed her hands onto her knees.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Sailor V... my adorable little threenager. You have to be extra, super-special good today. Alright? It's really important.

VP REYNOLDS: Okay, momma.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: That's my girl. Do you want to go find something nice to wear and I'll help you get changed and we can do your hair nice and pretty?

A big smile crossed her face, nodding her head. For VP... this was another day. Another game of dress up. As she paraded to the room across the hall, the door was open enough where the tattooed, Seattle-born retired wrestler could keep an eye on her.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Maybe she's right. Maybe you were right. Maybe we're trying way too hard and the social worker is going to know that we're being fake. This isn't how anyone could expect a normal day in our house to be. You look like Rico Suave and I look like a fuckin' nerd... I'm sure our social medias and everything have been scrubbed clean, and I'm sure they know we're wrestlers. We're rough and we're gritty and it's not always the prettiest sight to see.

For a moment or two he just sat there nodding his head a little bit. He knew that he had a point. It was just nice to see that Alessandra was coming around and seeing that his point was correct. In his mind there was no point in trying too hard, there was no point in being everything that they weren’t. That social worker was going to see right through it. Then knowing their luck, just because of how things always worked out for them. Being fake would end up costing them what they wanted the most.

CALVIN HARRIS: It takes a three year old to make us come to our senses.

Chuckling slightly while looking across the hall at where she was. She was deep into her dresser looking around for something to wear. One of the many qualities she had picked up from Alessandra. His gaze shifted back over to her.

CALVIN HARRIS: Way, I see it. We don’t need to be fake and we don’t need to be anything than what we are. There’s nothing that anyone will ever tell me and make me believe that I’m not her father. No judge, no social worker, and no piece of paper will ever stop that.

That tone of voice was not only confident, but comforting. Alessandra just looked back at him starting to slightly nod her head a bit.

CALVIN HARRIS: I say we take this time to change and be ourselves. Fu---

VP REYNOLDS: Don’t say that bad word, dad!

VP had re-entered the room with one of her “best dresses” in hand. All he could do was lean down to his knee again. He embraced the child, swooping her up in his arms, and pressing his lips against her cheek for a small peck. The baby toothed three year old laughed slightly thanks to the tickling of his beard. Two years ago if you would have asked him if he thought he would be a married man, with a stepdaughter, and his own child coming on the way. He would have looked at you like you were crazy, but this was his life now and despite what people might get out of him in a wrestling ring. This was something he wouldn’t trade the world for. It was nice to finally be part of a family and one he could call his own.

ACT II: In Your Feelings.

In less than twenty four hours Sin City Wrestling would be heading to West Wendover, Nevada for Climax Control. It was sure to be a show that not too many people were going to want to miss, especially with everyone gearing up for SCW’s big event of the summer: Summer XXXTreme V. course the big talk of the show this week was the Roulette Championship being on the line. As well as the stacked main event for the vacant World Bombshell Tag Team Championships. Those two matches were seemingly overshadowing the majority of the show. Something that didn’t settle well with someone. Someone that had been stealing the spotlight as of late anyway.

Cue the cameras finding themselves opening up at that moment. The scenery was set with the cameras focused on a beach that wasn’t too far off into the distance. People could be seen lounging around soaking up the sun. Kids could be seen running up and down the beach enjoying themselves. That whole scenery was ruined moments later when the man known as The Martyr of Professional Wrestling entered the picture. Calvin had a pair of all dark sunglasses on shielding his eyes from the sun. A small smirk spread all across his lips. Knowing that he had the attention all on him and being someone that had a rather large mouth. It wasn’t long before he began to speak up.

CALVIN HARRIS: So there’s a rumor flying around. A rumor that I happen to find rather amusing. A rumor that people have bought into. And a rumor that just might get someone looking for the wrong kind of trouble. That someone just happens to be a man by the name of Joshua Acquin.

There was just a brief pause for that moment. It was a name that people with SCW were familiar with, but at the same time it was a name that didn’t have a lot of stock behind it.

CALVIN HARRIS: From the way it has been described to me with this rumor. Joshua, you’re upset about what happened at Into The Void. You’re upset that I supposedly “upstaged” you when I attacked Laki and ended his career before it could began. You’re apparently bitter over the fact that your quick and dominant win was very quickly overshadowed by my abilities to end a man’s career. Now personally, I’m not one to pay attention to rumors. I’m not the one to listen to the rumors. I’m not one to give rumors the time of day. I am better than that and don’t really give a shit about the what ifs. However in this case, there’s this gut feeling that is telling me this isn’t a rumor. Instead it is a fact and that you are bitter about what happened.

Calvin proceeded to lift his sunglasses up from his eyes and rested them on the top of his head for that moment. Why? Well, one could assume it had everything to do with that look in his eyes. They were narrowed a little bit and seemed to have this small hint of rage to them.

CALVIN HARRIS: To be one hundred percent honest with you, Joshua. If you wanted to be mad about this. If you wanted to be bitter about what happened. Then you should have done so in private. It should have never been made public to the point that someone caught wind of it and began to pass it around like a cheap hooker. Had you kept your mouth shut and kept it to yourself, then you wouldn’t have been a target of mine. When I was here the very first time. You were someone that was non-existent. From time to time your name would get brought up, but I never thought of you as anything worth paying attention to. I knew that you were never going to be someone that could ever present a threat or a challenge to me between the ropes. That statement still stands true as far as I’m concerned. You were nothing to me. Kind of like dog shit when one steps in it. You just scrape your shoe off and move on. But because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Because you couldn’t keep this bitter feeling you have towards me. Because you got in your feelings and it got out. You’ve managed to make yourself a target. A target in which I intend to destroy on Sunday Night.

Per usual there was the sense of confidence when it came to what he was saying. The type of confidence that just let it be known out the gate that he truly believed in himself. Which in return would make people feel like they had to believe in him despite him not being very-well liked.

CALVIN HARRIS: And the thing that confuses me the most. You saw firsthand what I did to Laki. Sure, you might have been able to beat him in a quick fashion. You might have made your return a glorious one, but it wasn’t anything spectacular. It wasn’t like my return and maybe that’s the real reason why you’re mad. Because you knew you could never do anything as great as me. Point being you saw with your own eyes at Into The Void what I was capable of. You watched me wrap that chair around his head. You watched me take that chair to his spine. More importantly though you watched me end the man’s career. You got a better view than anyone else when you stood on that stage watching it all take place. That should have been reason enough for you to not gain my attention. Should have been reason enough for you to stay clear of me. Yet clearly, you’re one of the stupidest men that has ever graced earth.

All he could for that brief moment is shake his head. There was almost this hint of complete and utter shock in the sound disappointment. Like he expected better out of Joshua. Maybe might have expected him to be smarter, but that wasn’t the case.

CALVIN HARRIS: Because of your ignorance the powers that be within Sin City Wrestling have decided that the two of us should face one another. Like I said you’ve made yourself a target and one that I intend to destroy. Yet, I’ve come to understand something about you thus far Joshua. If you’re willing to get yourself in this position. Then that tells me that you’re not smart, which also tells me that going into this match you’re going to have the mindset that you somehow have a chance. Because you see in that dense mindset of yours. You think this is going to simply be about who can out wrestle who. You think this is only going to be about who can force whose shoulders to the mat for three seconds. Or who can manage to trap one person in a submission and make them tap. You are going to foolishly think this about who can win and who ends up with a loss, but that’s the problem. That’s not what this is about for me. The match could start off with me kicking you in the dick, giving you the win, and I’d be fine with losing. Only because of everything that would follow the moment that match ended. Just because the bell signaled the end of the match doesn’t mean I’m done with what I wanted to do. I’ll be done when I choose to be done.

More of that confidence of his started to ooze on out of him. That smirk of Calvin’s was starting to really cross his lips. Make no mistake about it. He was a man that truly believed he was in control at all times.

CALVIN HARRIS: And before you even think about trying to start coming off like a hardass. Before you even attempt to try and point out what you’re capable of. I saw all that I needed to know in your match with Laki. Which kind of proves my point when it comes to you not being impressive and the fact you’re basically dog shit. Sure, you had yourself a quick and decisive win. But think about it for a second. Think about who you were in the ring with. You faced a rookie. Say whatever you want, but that’s what he was. He was a rookie. He was wet behind the ears. He was greener than goose shit. The kid didn’t belong in Sin City Wrestling. He didn’t deserve to be offered any type of contract whatsoever. What he should have been doing is tearing down rings, helped set up rings, and being the traditional young boy to all those independent promotions. He should have been forced to work for his spot into this business. Yet sadly, the way wrestling works now isn’t like that. Anyone that says they’ve been trained get offered contracts left and right. Never actually having to deserve it.

A small shake of his head could be seen once again, but this time it was done out of frustration and disappointment more than anything else.

CALVIN HARRIS: But back to the point you faced a rookie. You faced someone that wasn’t going to challenge you. So essentially in your so called glorious return to SCW - although can you really call it a return when you had only been gone a few weeks? I mean you competed in late April and was back in the ring Mid-May for Into the Void. I guess whatever it takes to make you seem bigger than you actually are, which actually fits into who you faced. You were given a rookie so it was a given win. The company set out to protect you. The powers that be wanted to make you look good. They wanted you to come into win. And you did, but it seems like it has gone to your head. Because it’s making you think you can stand in the ring with people that are truly better than you. One couldn’t be more foolish if we’re being one hundred percent honest here.

The look on Calvin’s face said it all. It was like he was trying to wrap his mind around just how foolish the man he was going to be facing in a few weeks actually was. From the start it was made clear that he didn’t think too highly of Joshua. Yet as every word came out of his mouth. They appeared to get more and more insulting with time. Letting it be known there was no respect to be given on his end.

CALVIN HARRIS: You’re no different than about ninety percent of people that I have been in the ring with. Which is kind of sad, because for once I would like the challenge of going into a match and not knowing what someone was thinking or not knowing how someone was going to do things. But at the same time I have come to accept that there’s a good chance that will never happen, because I have spent my entire young adult life studying every aspect of the game. Studying every aspect of the elements that come with wrestling. Not to mention I am one that picks up on the mannerisms, the gestures, and movements of people just like that. Some would say that makes me one of the most dangerous hunters in the business. The moment these set of eyes lock on it’s prey - and yes Joshua you are prey to me - I simply will not stop until that prey is lifeless.

In that moment Calvin motioned for his finger for the cameras to zoom in. Sure enough that’s what the cameraman did. He zoomed in a little bit at a time and heavily put the focus on the Martyr’s eyes.

CALVIN HARRIS: I want you to look into these eyes, Joshua. Because the look in these eyes will be the final thing you see before you lose consciousness. It’ll be the final thing you see before you wake up in a hospital surrounded by doctors that are telling you that your injuries are too severe for you to ever step foot into a wrestling ring ever again. These are the eyes that will haunt you for the rest of your pathetic existence on earth. The eyes of the man that warned you what was coming, but also the eyes of the man that you chose to ignore. Climax Control, you will like eyes with the man that has no mercy!

That close up on Calvin’s eyes remained that way for a few more seconds. Clearly he wanted to drive the point home that the look in his eyes was the final one that Joshua would see come Sunday. When the cameras began to zoom out a tad bit that sinister smirk was spread across his lips to finish things off. That was indeed the last image before the cameras found themselves fading out. For a few days the SCW audience was going to be left to wonder and left to think about what was going to happen when Climax Control finally did take place. The previous week Calvin made promise on his word of slaying a tiger. Therefore there was some fear that the Martyr just might be able to end the career of Joshua Acquin.

 

ACT I: Vacation Dreaming

Pushing down on his suitcase, Calvin struggled to pull the zipper around on his gear back. It was fairly old, it was starting to fall apart, and he always packed entirely way too much stuff for someone that was only going to be gone for a couple of days. Using quite a bit his strength he managed to finish pulling the zipper around. Shaking his head a little bit over something that shouldn’t have been that hard to begin with. Calvin then gripped the handle of the suitcase and yanked it up off the bed putting it down on the floor. However at that same moment the door to the master bedroom came swinging open.

Calvin’s eyes locking on his small three year old who was using every last bit of her strength to drag her toy suitcase into the room. It was very clear it was overpacked. Clothes, baby dolls, and other things just hanging out the sides. Grunting and huffing as she pulled the suitcase into the room. Finally, feeling accomplished or maybe just not being able to pull it into the room any further. She let go of the suitcase and proudly turned around to her father with a smile on her face.

VP: I’m ready!

Calvin looked at her and then looked at the suitcase, he couldn’t help himself but to chuckle just a little bit. She was downright adorable which was deadly considering she knew that herself.

CALVIN HARRIS: What are you ready for? You look like you’re going somewhere.

VP: I am!

CALVIN HARRIS: Is that right? Well where do you think you’re going?

VP: Vacation! Duhhhh!

CALVIN HARRIS: Vacation?! Why are you going on vacation?!

VP: Mama said so! We go on vacation with you!

It then dawned on him at that very moment that she was actually referring to the vacation that they were taking as a family. However that vacation wasn’t until Monday morning. Clearly a very excited three year old had mixed up her dates. Pretty understandable. He kneeled down at that moment taking her tiny hands into his palm.

CALVIN HARRIS: VP, Daddy hates being the bearer of bad news. But we’re not going on vacation right now.

VP: Liar, liar! Mama said we were!

CALVIN HARRIS: Well, okay. We are going on vacation, but we’re not going until daddy gets back from LA. I gotta go do superhero stuff and kick a bad guy in the face.

VP: Nu uh! I go on vacation now! You go on vacation now!

She stomped her tiny feet against the ground a little frustrated with what she was being told. It was understandable, she was a small child and one that was very eager. One that also didn’t have the concept of time down just yet. Before he could say anything else the voice of the woman of the household could be heard. Both VP and Calvin both looking up as Alessandra had entered the room.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: VP, I know you’re not yelling at your father right now. That’s not acceptable and you know that.

Quickly, VP found herself looking down at the ground. Her tiny feet shuffling against the floor clearly she looked a little ashamed. One being that little assuming that comments like that meant they were in trouble.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Now do you want to use your inside voice and calmly explain to me what’s going on.

Right away VP shot her gaze upward. Almost like she had just been looking forward to telling on Calvin.

VP: Daddy is lying!

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Oh he is? What is he lying about this time?

VP: He said no vacation!

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: He did?! Well isn’t that just mean of him!

Alessandra found herself kneeling down opening her arms out wide. The small child quickly running into her mother’s arms and buried her face into her chest. Calvin shook his head for a brief moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: Now wait just a minute!

He found himself voicing his opinion at that moment. VP turning her head to look over her shoulder and Alessandra’s eyes shifting up in his direction.

CALVIN HARRIS: I didn’t say we weren’t going on vacation. I was trying to explain to our adorable daughter here, that we’re not going until Monday. She thinks we’re going tonight. And apparently, she doesn’t want to listen to that.

Alessandra couldn’t help but smirk a little bit. She almost knew how stubborn little miss VP could be. After all she was the one that came up with the word “threeanger” to describe VP and her mood. Putting her attention on that small human for the time being.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Sugar, I am going to have to ask that you go in the other room for a moment. Daddy and I have to have a talk about his attitude.

VP: Oooh, he’s in trouble!

She seemed to just add insult to injury with her little remarks. VP had this proud look on her face as she began to walk out of the master bedroom. Alessandra closing the door behind her a little bit so she couldn’t hear the conversation. She turned herself around.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: You do remember she’s a three year old right?

CALVIN HARRIS: Of course I do.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: And you are also aware that sometimes you just need to amuse her right?

CALVIN HARRIS: You mean like lie to her? I’m not going to do that. She’d had one hell of a fit if I went to walk out the door later for LA and she found out she wasn’t going to go.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: That’s why you were going to leave during her nap. God, babe you’re such an amatur and still have so-much to learn. Better start picking up books and preparing yourself. Things are only going to get increasingly more difficult in the next few months to years.

Once again a small chuckle escaped her lips. She made her way past him before making herself comfortable on the edge of the bed.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Speaking of this whole trip to LA... You realize what kind of hell I am going to bring you if you get hurt on Sunday? If there’s anything that happens that could interfere with our vacation in anyway at all. You’re not going to have to worry about her being upset because I am going to unleash hell on you.

CALVIN HARRIS: Geez... You know it’d be nice to hear something positive come out of your mouth for once when it comes to me leaving for a match. Always being such a negative nancy and seemingly having no faith in me.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Well, you know I’d have more faith in my boyfriend if he didn’t lie to me about being injured, then compete injured and risk putting himself in harm’s way. But you know that’s none of my business or anything.

CALVIN HARRIS: You still holding onto that?

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Ehhh maybbbbbe! But the point is I have been vacation dreaming heard this week. It’d be really nice to finally do some things we didn’t do the very first time we dated years back. Granted, it’s a little different now cause we’re vacationing as a family. Rather than just the two of us, but it’s something that I am looking forward to. So you not being injured would be idea. Heck, I don’t even want so much as a scratch on that face of yours. I got some plans for it on this vacation.

Alessandra’s lips curved into a bit of a perverted smirk at that very moment. Kind of said everything that it needed to say. All he could do was allow a smirk of his own cross his lips. Nodding his head a little bit.

CALVIN HARRIS: Trust me babe, there’s not going to be a scratch of any kind on my face. There isn’t going to be any type of injury that I’ll be dealing with. Honestly, if I had to call it like it was. This is going to be one of the easiest matches I’ve had since I came to Sin City Wrestling. The guy that they have put me up against isn’t someone that I am all that worried about. Believe me when I tell you, it’s an easy paycheck.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: For your sake you better hope that’s the case. If anything happens and interferes with my plans or interferes with this vacation. Then I am going to make your life a living hell for the next several months. I might even make it a hell all the way into two thousand eighteen. So, you better start getting that logic down about a happy wife means you’re going to have a happy life.

Giving a small wink in his direction with that small amount of sarcasm dripping out of him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Noted doll.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Good, now do me a favor, shut that light off and leave me to take a nap.

CALVIN HARRIS: Lazy ass.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Last time I checked jackass. I’m allowed to be lazy in my current state. So therefore you can kindly fuck right off.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, because there’s a way to tell someone to fuck off in a kind manner.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: But you love me though!

CALVIN HARRIS: I do, but here lately I find myself questioning that.

With quick reflexes Alessandra proceeded to chuck a pillow right in the direction of his head seemingly as hard as she could. Although, he had better reflexes than her snatching the pillow out of the air before it could hit him. Chuckling a little bit, Calvin began to walk out of the bedroom and closing the door behind her to leave her in a position for her nap that she seemingly needed so bad. One thing Calvin hated about his career path was leaving his family, because this was all he had at the end of the day but at the same time wrestling was the first love and it was something that he had succeed in. now more than ever after some of the things he had gone through. It was all going to be worth it in the end.

ACT II: Kids These Days

Jetlag was a bitch. That was the very thing that Calvin had experienced the moment that he had landed in Los Angeles. Walking through LAX dragging his bags behind him. There was only one goal in mind and that goal was to get his hotel as soon as possible. The sooner he could take a nap, the sooner he was going to be able to sleep this jetlag off. Thankfully, he was able to make it through the airport and right out the front doors of LAX. However the moment that he managed to walk out the doors, it was clear that he was going to find himself annoyed. A sea of fans had just been waiting outside those doors waiting for his arrival.

“CALVIN HARRIS!”

One of them screamed at the top of their lungs the moment they laid eyes on him which then proceeded to gain the attention of everyone else. A pretty heavy sigh escaped his lips at that moment as he tried to make a B line for the limo that was waiting for him. He managed to have the edge, seemingly just one step closer than all of those fans. His hand reached out and grabbed a hold of the door handle to the back door of the limo. He had started to tug it open and before he could climb inside. Someone had came right up out of nowhere and slammed the door shut. Calvin’s eyes shot up.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the fuck is your problem?!

That’s when his eyes found himself settling on what appeared to be a man. A man that was rocking a belly shirt with the name “Jamie Dean” across the front of it. This man had super low cut jean shorts on and was rocking a weird colored wig. All this did was further cause some confusion on Calvin’s end. Not having any idea what the hell he was dealing with. Fans were now all starting to crowd around the two of them.

JAMIE DEAN FAN: Easy there daddy! No need to get all worked up. I just wanted your attention for a moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: My attention?! I think the last thing you need is my attention. You might want to start with giving yourself some attention. Attention from the mental side of things. What kind of fucking man goes out looking like that?

JAMIE DEAN FAN: Is there a problem with my outfit?!

CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, there is. Literally everything is a problem. People have their kids out here. Put some clothes on, freak!

JAMIE DEAN FAN: I’ll have you know! My idol wears outfits like this all the time and no one makes a big fuss about it.

CALVIN HARRIS: And who the hell is your idol? Elton John?! RuPaul?! Caitlyn Jenner?!

There were a couple of snickers that were coming from those fans that had surrounded them. Calvin was not even in the least bit holding back from unleashing on this guy. Though, he was just a couple of comments away from getting himself in trouble for a hate crime. All of the sudden this man started to point to the name on his shirt.

JAMIE DEAN FAN: Uhm hellooooo! Obviously the ultimate party boy Jamie Dean is my idol. You should know the man pretty well, after all you are set to lose to him on Sunday night. I mean no offense or anything, but you just can’t hang with him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Holy shit! You mean to tell me there are actual Jamie Dean fans?! I thought that was like a unicorn or a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow... No, not your gay-day parade rainbow. A legitimate rainbow.

JAMIE DEAN FAN: Excuse you?!

CALVIN HARRIS: I really thought Jamie Dean fans were nothing more than a myth. This has just blown my mind right now. Goddamn...

Shaking his head a little bit from side to side. The fan looked rather annoyed and quite offended by the way that Calvin was carrying himself.

CALVIN HARRIS: Wow, Jamie Dean is really messing up the kids of these generation. Got them out here dressed up like a bunch of fruit loops. Basically just begging people to come beat them up.

JAMIE DEAN FAN: Woah! You’re way out of line right now. I am not going to stand here and let you talk to me like that! You are making yourself sound like a bigot.

CALVIN HARRIS: No, what’s out of line is the fact that you even think for a single solid second that Jamie Dean is someone that could even compete with me in the first place. That’s what’s out of line. That’s freaking absurd if you ask me.

JAMIE DEAN FAN: Well he did beat you in...

CALVIN HARRIS: In a Battle Royal?! You know where he didn’t even eliminate me in the first place? Jesus. Get off the man’s dick. There are enough dick riders in the wrestling world these days. Newsflash kid, Jamie Dean isn’t anything special. There’s a reason he’s a forgotten name in SCW. There’s a reason he failed to win the title. There’s a reason he’s going to fail to beat me. Fact is, the man just isn’t good enough to contend.

More chuckles were starting to consume the fans that had circled around these two. The more and more they chuckled, the more and more this Jamie Dean found himself getting annoyed.

JAMIE DEAN FAN: You got about one more time to say something offensive to me.

CALVIN HARRIS: Oh is that right? And what are you going to do if I do?

JAMIE DEAN FAN: You’ll find out.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well then, fuck saying something offensive. How about i just do something offensive instead?

The fan looked confused for that brief moment. At least that was until Calvin proceeded to reach out with his hand and then slap the hell right out of him. Nearly right away the man quickly found himself turning and running away, forcing the crowd to part. He could be heard sobbing a little bit. Calvin shook his head some, trying hard not to laugh.

ACT III: Flash In The Pan

The days were getting closer and closer until Sin City Wrestling’s Climax Control. Not much of a surprise at all that they would be finding themselves posted up in California once again. That had been a thing for the last several weeks just taking over the entire state. In fact this week’s Climax Control was going to really help finalize the mold for what Blaze of Glory would look like in a couple of weeks. That show was going to really make history for an already historic company. Course one had to get there first. In that being said though an official camera crew found themselves rolling.

Right away the streets Los Angeles, California were shown. The sun was out, the heat wasn’t too unbearable. All in all it was a pretty nice day out in LA. A day that people could truly enjoy, but it was at that very second the focus had switched. It was no longer about the nice scenery. That had everything to do with “The Martyr” himself jumping right into the view of the cameras. A small smirk was on the lips of Calvin Harris. He proceeded to take just a couple of steps forward which forced the cameras to follow along with him in the process. Wasn’t long before he had something to say.

“Jamie Dean...”

Pausing for that brief moment. However based on the cliff hanger, it was enough to let people know that things were about  to get a little on the interesting side.

“I’ve taken the time the last week to study up on you. For good reason, you see the last time the two of us had an encounter with one another. That encounter didn’t turn out very well, at least it didn’t turn out very well for me. I went into that match knowing zero about you. I went into that match not too worried about you. I went into that match thinking that you weren’t a factor and in the end I was taught a very valuable lesson. You were indeed a factor. You were indeed a threat. You were the man that went the distance and won the whole thing. On that night Jamie, you earned yourself a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. Instantly putting your name out there with some of the best Sin City Wrestling had to offer.”

So far so good when it came to those words. Calvin had been a man that was claiming to turn over a new leaf and seemed to be a man that was showing a little bit of respect. Seemingly giving props where it was due. At the same time in this situation there was something a little off. Something that made things a little sketchy.

“When you won that shot at the championship Jamie, you were meant to actually do something with it. You were meant to actually prove yourself to the company and prove that you were going to be something special. However that’s not what happened. In fact it appeared to be the exact opposite of that. You got the title match, then proceeded to go and shit the bed against J2H. You let the champion slap you around and make it appear as if you weren’t even worthy of being the contender in the first place. It was kind of disappointing and depressing to watch, but those are the type of things that happen. Though in seeing that and in doing the research this time out. I’ve got an understanding for who you are and just exactly how you do things.”

Seemed like he wasn’t willing to give it all away just yet. Which was pretty shocking considering that Calvin had been known for being a man that just had to get everything off his chest rather than holding it in. Majorly out of character for him, but there was that tiny bit of hope that he would speak his mind. Even if it wasn’t what people wanted to hear.

“First and foremost, I’ve come to notice that you’re one of those guys that only seem to pop up or make some type of appearance when there’s something on the line. When there’s something that could benefit you going on. It seems you only pop up when there’s a title shot on the line. Seems you only pop up when there’s something big that’s set to take place. It seems you’re only booked to compete whenever it is going to be a situation where you can attempt to come in and rob everyone else of the spotlight. Now to be honest here I don’t know what your contract states.

I don’t know if you’re on a short term contract with only a certain amount of dates to said contract. Or maybe this is a situation where you’re slobbing the knob of the right person in charge of the company. Cause let’s be real those are the only two logical reasons for why you only seem to have matches so far and in between each other. Either way though, let me just make one thing clear for this coming Sunday night Jamie. You might think it’s going to be an easy night for you. You might think you’re in an easy situation where you’re just going to cruise on by. Nah, that’s not the case. In fact I plan on punching you right in your cocksucker.”

There was that brutal honesty of Calvin as the man held up his right hand. The very hand that he seemingly intended to use in order to deliver on his so called promise.

“If that offends you and gets under your skin, well when I highly suggest that you learn to get tougher skin. Not to mention I suggest that you find a way to mentally prepare yourself for the punch that’s about to come. Just because you might feel some type of way about my remarks doesn’t mean that it’s going to stop them from happening. See the thing about the way things have been going for you, Jamie is the fact that no one has ever bothered to step up to say something. No one has bothered to let their voice be heard. Much like no one has ever bothered to do everything in their power to make sure that they stopped you.

That might have a lot to do with the fact that fifty percent of the Sin City Wrestling roster is filled with nothing more than coward and bitches. While the other fifty percent of the roster would rather sit around in a circle and jerk each other off, while looking deep into each other’s eyes and giving compliments. Fuck all that. First and foremost, I’m not a bitch. Therefore I’m going to be man enough to tell you. As far as I am concerned, there’s no way in hell you’re going to take my spot. No way in hell you’re going to take my spotlight. Not a chance in hell you’re going to be taking anything from me ever again.

And I’m not like the other percentage of people. You’re not going to get me to jerk you off and sing your praises. Not going to get me to whisper sweet compliments into your ear. Maybe, you’re used to that shit. But it won’t be coming from me. Personally, I don’t buy the small amount of hype that already consumes you. Sure, you were able to win a Battle Royal. Sure, you can win a couple of matches when you compete once every two months. That doesn’t make you very good. It damn sure doesn’t make you one of the best to ever do it. Instead it kind of says you’re weak and only got a few tricks up your sleeve.”

Each word that came out of his mouth at this very moment were words that were aiming to bury Jamie. They were words that were trying to paint Jamie in a pretty negative light. Maybe in an attempt to make him look bad to the fans and to get them more behind the Martyr. Or maybe it was Calvin just being his usual self and aiming to make his opponent look like trash simply because he could.

“If you’ve only got a few tricks up your sleeve, that just tells me the longer that you’re in the match with me. The more and more that I keep having an answer for the few things you know. That will lead to you becoming increasingly frustrated. The more frustrated you become, the more mistakes you’re going to make, and the more mistakes that you make the easier that the night becomes for me. You see the biggest difference between the two of us Jamie. It seems to me that you’re doing this wrestling thing for the fame. You’re doing this wrestling thing for the money.

You’re doing this because it essentially allows you to live out your fucked up fantasy of being a male stripper but when it comes to me? I do this because it’s what I love. I do this because it’s in my blood. I do this because it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do since I was a little boy. Therefore I am going to always give it everything I got inside those ropes. Doesn’t matter if I’m hated by everyone in attendance or I’m given a standing ovation. Regardless of it all my love, my passion, and my determination is going to make me one of the best wrestlers the business has ever seen. All while you’ll be nothing more than a flash in the pan.”

Once again, Calvin was coming in hard with a dig. Almost like a verbal punch to the gut. One that was going to make fans want to see just exactly what Jamie’s response was going to be to it all.

“I dare you to try and say that I’m wrong. I dare you to say it because the moment you do I’m going demand your ass be hooked up to a polygraph machine because you’d be lying through your teeth. Personally, I hope that everything I am saying is something that gets under your skin. I hope that it is something that eats away at you going into this match. Because as it eats away at you. As it drives you insane. As it makes your skin crawl. I’m going to be the one standing here just laughing and laughing, because I know what it’s doing and I know the position that it puts me in. I’m the man that’s going to have the upperhand all along. It puts me in the driver’s seat and I assure you that’s the last thing you want.”

The way he went about things when it came to those words. It almost came off in a threatening manner, but certainly in a manner that was going to make Jamie really question what he was getting himself into when the two of them would meet in the middle of the ring just a few days from now.

“There’s a small chance that my words might actually fire you up and make you want to step your game up. It might just make you want to prove me to be wrong. I don’t see that really being the case. You clearly like being lazy, you like having things just being handed to you, and not being in a position where you have to truly out work someone to be the better man. However, there’s still that small sliver of a chance. In that case though have no worries Jamie, I’m going to be prepared for that as well. Last time we were in the ring with each. You and I both had to have eyes in the back of our head.

It was one of those things where at any given moment we could have been tossed over the top rope. As tough as a battle royal is, it doesn’t exactly test all your skills. People can get lucky enough to knock someone out of the ring. It takes a different kind of skill set to be able to defeat someone by pinning their shoulders to the mat or forcing them to tap out. That’s the position that you find yourself in. Much like you’re in a position where it’s one on one. The entire match, the only person you got to deal with is me and with that being said you can’t run away from me. You can’t run and hide like you can in a Battle Royal.

Nah, from the moment that bell rings the first time until it rings a second time to signify the end of the match. You’re going to be dealing with me and you’re going to wish that it was a Battle Royal. For, I am going to be all over you flies on shit the moment that bell rings. I’m not going to allow you time to catch your breath. I’m not going to allow you to collect your bearings. I’m not at any given moment give you a chance to turn anything around. Instead, I’m just going to unleash hell from the start until I drop you in the middle of the ring and know that there’s not a chance in hell you’re going to be able to stand up. Then and only then is it over.”

That smirk of his was creeping over his lips. His ego was clearly shining through and once again likely putting himself in a position where he was going to be one of the most hated men in the ring on Sunday. Oh well it was something he’d deal with. He’d never be a complete good guy for the fans. There was too much attitude in him for that. Either people were going to learn to love him for what he was or they’d hate him for what he was. It was just that simple.

“In case it’s not sinking in Jamie. In case you’re just not smart enough to wrap your mind around where I am going with all of this. What I am saying is that when the two of us collide at Climax Control. I intend to expose you in front of Sin City Wrestling. I’m going to prove that you didn’t deserve to win a few months back in that Battle Royal. I’m going to prove that you’re nowhere near the same level as me. I’m going to prove that the wrestling business isn’t a place for someone like you. More importantly, I am going to prove that you aren’t better than me when I hand you a big loss. See you on Sunday, kid.”

In that very moment the cameras found themselves fading out. Turned out those were the final words that he was willing to let escape his mouth for the time being. Sure enough he had set the tone for their match and let it be known where he stood on the matter. Words were to hype the match up and make it something that people wanted to see. That much had been done, but in a few days Calvin would find himself in a position where he was going to have to back up everything that he said. Although at the same time Jamie Dean was going to be in a position where he would have to prove that everything Calvin said wasn’t true. Making this match one that people wouldn’t want to miss on Sunday.