We see Stephen Callaway. He's filming himself using what is probably a cell phone. He's coming down a flight of stairs in an arena.

Stephen Callaway
"Got a riddle for you. What do you want to see in a Ladder Match that you never want to see in a normal, bog standard singles match?"

He waits a second before turning the camera to face the ceiling of the arena.

Stephen Callaway
"That!"

He turns the camera back to facing him.

Stephen Callaway
"See in a singles match a loser is described as 'looks at the lights' when they loose as they lay on their back facing up. Whereas, in a ladder match we look up at the lights as we reach ever higher to the title that hangs above us."

He stops talking as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. We see him climb over a barrier and we see the My Bloody Valentine ring set up in the middle of what must be the Yuengling Center. He sits on the apron.

Stephen Callaway
"I've said it before, but the winner of this match isn't going to be the one with the most experience. Nor is it going to be the best wrestler in this match.

No.

What this Ladder Match comes down to is who gets up when they are knocked down most. Who is knocked down and doesn't stay down? Who can climb that ladder?

See I know most of you out there have never went out jogging never mind competing in a ladder match. I know that you'll never understand it so let me try. Ever been in a car crash? Ever been mugged? Beaten up? Have you ever been really tired? I'm not talking about getting up at noon and by ten at night you're a bit sleepy. No. I mean you've gotten up at three am on a Friday morning at by the middle of a Saturday afternoon you've still not slept.

Ever felt all of those at the same time?

That's a ladder match. You hurt all over. You just want to lay down. But you can't! You have to use the ropes and drag your ass up so that you're back on your feet. You can't walk because your left leg has been injured so you drag it behind you. You become thankful for your upper body strength because you can't just climb the ladder due to your bad leg.

So you pull yourself up. Rung by damn rung! Dragging the bad leg to the point that your almost hopping up the ladder. You finally get to the top. You reach out. Can't see the title for the lights, ironically, but you reach. Then you feel it. the leather, the gold. Just as your fingertips begin to unpeel the title from the cabina, your world spins as some other asshole pushes the ladder and then it and you crash down.

Sometimes you land on the canvas and you go SMACK!.."

He yells 'smack' so loud and slaps his hands together with such force that it echoes around the near empty arena.

Stephen Callaway
"...against the boards of the ring. Or you go through a table. Or you hit the ropes and spring off somewhere. You hurt more than you did now but you still have to get back up.

Can you do that?

Can you keep picking yourself up and dragging your hurt self to your feet? Can you keep doing that when every fibre, every molecule of you wants to lie down? Because that's a Ladder Match!

This Sunday night at My Bloody Valentine, Austin Mercer will be asking himself is he has more to give. Caleb Storm will be asking himself how many more times he can put himself through it. Mark Cross will be asking himself if it's worth it in the long run. Jake Raab will be wondering how many letter a's are needed to sum up the pain he's in and Teddy Steele will be wondering why he wanted put in this match in the first place.

But me? But Stephen Callaway?

I said a couple of weeks ago that I wanted to be the Sin City Champion by the time we get to December To Dismember 2020. To get there I need to get up when I want to lie down. I need to give everything I have and then give more. The battle to get there is going to be like a ladder match when I'm going to get knocked down a lot, but I'm going to need to keep getting up. When I'm hurt, I'll need to get back up. When I'm tired, I'll need to get back up. Even when I don't want to, I'll need to get back up!

I NEED this win. I broadcast videos like this over the internet just for you fans of Sin City. I am all over Twitter. If there is a champion of the internet here in Sin City Wrestling then that HAS to be me.

I NEED this win and I NEED this championship title. I NEED to keep getting up. If a ladder match truly comes down to who can get back up and who can climb the ladder first, then that HAS to be me.

I need to become the champa right here in Tampa!"

He gives a brief salute to the camera and we lose picture.
 

 
We see a moving, talking 8-bit version of Stephen Callaway standing while a large blue globe surrounded by circles floats behind him.

Stephen Callaway
"A couple of weeks ago I went to the ring and I treated my opponent like a joke. I counted how many times I hit a Slingblade for a laugh with my friend. I looked across the ring and I looked at my opponent as a joke.

So I had a laugh. I made sure that my friend sitting at home watching had a laugh too.

However, I did not sit with my feet up. At no point in my training did I treat my opponent as a joke. As soon as I got the news that I had a match, I was in the gym. I was running for miles, I watched matches I did everything, EVERYTHING that I could do to prepare for my match.

It was only when I saw him standing in the ring opposite me that I saw him for the joke he was.

I wanted a challenge, I prepared for a challenge, I was ready for a challenge. I just never got one."

8-bit Callaway looks around himself at the virtual world around him.

Stephen Callaway
"One thing I never do is half ass my training or half ass what I do in the ring. Yes I treated him as a joke but I also had to be aware, in my head at least, of everything. I have to be prepare for a match. I have to keep my focus in a match. I also have to be aware of luck.

On a good day, I hit an opponent with a boot and I knock him down. At the same time, I could hit him with a boot on a bad day and he counters it and spins me around before dropping me with a Side Suplex. My opponent last week, two weeks whenever it was, could have countered me and won at any given moment."

8-bit Callaway moves his hand and the Internet Championship hovers in the air. Another move of his hand and the title explodes in a mass of pixels.

Stephen Callaway
"The Internet Championship. OK it's not the Sin City Championship that I'd like to be fighting for, but let's remember Rome wasn't built in a day. If I want to fight for the Internet title at My Bloody Valentine...."

The globe behind him morphs into a heart shape and blood pours down the walls.

Stephen Callaway
"...then I have to earn my spot in the match. If I want to be the Sin City Champion then, again, I have to work my way up. Earn my spot. I have to win important matches, I have to climb the ranks of the Internet Division and all the divisions like it.

And what do I have between me and My Bloody Valentine? I have Maddox Ayres. The hometown hero. I'm going to tell you something right now: just because you happen to live in the same town as the arena, it doesn't owe you anything and it doesn't guarantee a win. Just the same as I'm not guaranteed a win come March when the Blast From The Past airs from just down the road from where I sit. If I want to win there I'll need to fight for it. Just like you're going to have to fight to beat me in your town.

However, as I sit here, I don't look at you as a joke. I'm not looking at you as a stepping stone, a victim or jobber fodder. However much I'd like you to be.

No.

Six foot three, two hundred and twenty pounds with a shitload of DDT, Suplexes and Facebusters to come batter me with. Now I know that I'm going to need to bring my best and be on my A game because you're going to be on your best. I mean you'd LOVE to win in your hometown, you'd LOVE to go on to My Bloody Valentine and you'd LOVE to do that with your own bloody valentine, Kaytlyn Parsons at ringside. She has nice eyes by the way. No that's not me coming on and flirting with your woman. I have Mrs C and I wouldn't swap her for the whole of Illinois or indeed the world.

Maddox, you really do need to be afraid of the storm that comes your way..."

The picture flickers and we see Stephen Callaway standing in front of a blue screen wearing a mo-cap suit.

Stephen Callaway
"....after all, it's been a good few weeks for us Scots in wrestling recently."

The picture flickers again and we cut to black.

 We see Stephen Callaway sitting on a beige recliner.

Stephen Callaway
"So here we are! A brand new year! Three Hundred and something days. I see it as blank pages in a book waiting to be filled or a blank Word document waiting to be typed on. I just want to get writing on those pages both in my personal life and right here in Sin City.

Because it's the end of one decade and the start of another, the world of social media is full of 'start of the decade/ end of the decade' posts. I personally don't like to dwell on where I've been too much. Granted I will touch on my past in a little bit.

But I'm far more concerned with where I'm going. I don't need to worry about the Stephen Callaway story of the past, I had a front row POV seat to all of it. I'm looking to the future. I'm looking to where I WANT to be at the end of this year, the end of this decade.

Come 2030, I'm going to be a lot closer to fifty than to forty. 2030 I'm probably going to be looking to hanging my boots up in the near future. I want to be in a position where I can look back on my career and feel accomplishment. I want to get to a point a decade from now and look back on a decade of heavyweight title wins and pay per view main events from  here Sin City. Maybe a couple of 'secondary' titles as I work my way up."

He removes his glasses and cleans them using the bottom of his Transformers t-shirt.

Stephen Callaway
"I sat a few weeks ago now in the run up to December To Dismember and I said that I wanted to be the Sin City Champion going in to December To Dismember 2020. I said I'd even love it if Anthrax was the one stood opposite me. But I know I need to up my game. I know I need to get more wins on the board. I know I need to build momentum.

And that's exactly what I did at December To Dismember. I needed momentum and I got it. I got me a win to close out the year. I just need to build on it starting this week?"

He stops to take a drink of a purple liquid from a clear glass.

Stephen Callaway
"And look who I get this week. An old friend of mine. Here I am saying that I don't want to worry too much about where I've been and then the ghost of my Christmas past turns up.

What was it? Two fifteen? Sixteen? It was a while ago anyway. There are days that I miss Skyfire. Now we probably crossed paths for the Honor Title at some point, you'll forgive me if I forget the exact date, arena and show number of the match we clashed on, if we clashed. I get hit in the head a lot and I've had a lot of matches. Sometimes I see a wrestler wave at me across a crowded airport and I assume we've wrestled. Odds are they seen me, think we've wrestled before and wave.

However, back then you won the Skyfire Title. Best I could reach was the Honor Title. But that was years ago, in 2020 I need to show that not only am I on your level, I am on the level above you.

Chris, I think it's great that our paths are crossing once more. I'd love it if it is YOU across from me at December To Dismember. But I need to beat you down now if I'm to get there. I need to show you, show the people watching and I need to show the brass at Sin City that I am a man with momentum that they can get their marketing machine behind. This Sunday in Atlanta is not what I want to do, but what I have to. I HAVE to destroy they guy from my past to build for my future. I have to cripple the Crippler if you will.

Don't think that I won't do it."

He picks up his glass and walks away

 From the Laptop of Stephen W. Callaway


December To Dismember, what a wonderful phrase. December To Dismember it ain't no passing craze.

It means I'm begining to think that I may need to actually dismember someone to get me a win. It may be my only win given the camera footage being broadcast across the world and a countless stream of witnesses but a win is a win.

I kid but I do sometimes think to myself: just what do I have to do to get a win? I work out, I spend time either in the gym or in a practice ring working on new moves. I watch a lot of wrestling matches. I watch my own, I watch future opponent's. I even watch matches from other companies in the hope I can find the right move or sequence that leads me to a win.

I came to SCW because I knew a guy that was here. I saw the initials to the company and I saw they were similar to my own, SWC. I thought it was fate. I thought this was the company that I could come to and be the face of. Coming of being a TV Champion in one company I left and the World Champion of another I felt it was very do-able.

For whatever reason, it hasn't worked out that way.

The hardest thing right now for me boils down to one question.

What is the point?

There's a TV just in front of where I'm sitting and it would be easy to switch it on and watch wrestling. Watch some other sap receive a kicking. Or I could watch another Harry Potter movie. Or a Batman movie, some Doctor Who or whatever in the DVD unit I want to watch. I could even switch on Netflix and watch the rest of Limitless that I haven't gotten round to re-watching yet.

Or I could hang around with my wife. We could go out to the supermarket and do some shopping. We could sit and watch the sport on TV, we could even take in the cup final and argue amongst ourselves when my blues face her greens. I could even go out and spend time with some of the other members of my family.

Instead I head to an airport. I get on a plane that's not built for a six foot two mucsle covered wrestler and fly for about six hours. I land in the US and there's a few hours before I have to be in a match against some guy that I have no personal beef with. Ninety percent of the time he wins. I get onto another plane that's not built for a six foot two mucle covered wrestler only this time I have back pain from the bumps I took. I have pulld muscles, stretched ligiments and a variety of cuts and bruises and I fly for another six hours home. A ten minute match to you is a three day round trip for me and I come back home wondering what was the point of doing it all. What did I gain by getting off my ass, missing the soccer, leaving my family and traveling across the Atlantic?

Eventually that's going to be a harder and harder question to justify. Sooner rather than later the answer will be that there is nothing to gain from it all. Sooner rather than later, SCW Management are going to come to the same answer on their end too.

Google defines Anthrax as "an infection caused by the bacterium Bacillus anthracis. It can occur in four forms: skin, lungs, intestinal and injection". In SCW Anthrax is defined as an insane psychopathic clown. (I think he might like being dismembered) He strikes me as one of those guys that likes the violence of professional wrestling. I know that to win I'll need to do more than hurt him. To win I'll have to beat him down. I know he's going to enjoy it, I'm going to have to try and enjoy it even more.

But let's talk truth for a moment. I don't fully understand why we have a match. When I grew up wrestling PPVs were put together and hyped as that moemnt where the guy chasing the title gets his shot at said title. Sometimes it was the culmination of a rivalry where no titles were on the line. Sometimes it was a match where a tag team had broken up and they would have that one on one clash. Sometimes a wrestler's manager had switched allegences and the new client would face the now ex client.

Anthrax and I have no PPV worthy beef with each other. I could understand it as a TV match but not a PPV one.

However, I know the real story. I know the real reason that we are in a match on the PPV.

I know that wrestling fans these days want to talk about work rate. I do it myself too. I know that there are wrestlers that I love to see make their way to the ring as I know they are going to give me a good match no matter the result.

I know that SCW look at me as one of those guys. They know that no matter what is going on in my life that I will give them a good match. They know that if I've got an injury or when I was diagnosed with Shingles that I would still go out there and give everything I had to put on the best match that I could. That's why I've been booked consistantly since I debuted in SCW.

No matter if I win or lose, I've been booked in Four Way Matches, Triple Threat Matches, PPV Matches, Tag Matches, Singles Matches. SCW know that I will do whatever I can to give them and to give the fans at home, in the arena or wherever they watch wrestling, as good a match as I possibly can.

December to Dismember, for those interested in results, is an opportunity to get a win on the board. Maybe end 2019 well and start 2020 with a bit of momentum. Or I'll put on another classic match like I usually do. Or I'll be sat in my home three days after December To Dismember wondering what was the point.

Who knows?

Until then.

               
                  Stephen W. Callaway

 Stephen Callaway sits wearing a Scotland flag shirt on a stool with a Union Jack design on it.

Stephen Callaway
"A few weeks ago prior to the big Pay Per View I sat and I did a big speech about how pay per views matter more than TV. And then I went out and I lost on pay per view. I mean, alright there's bound to be someone somewhere watching this saying "but Stevie C, you weren't the guy that got pinned'. And no, no I didn't. But it feels like I did. I may not have been the one that got pinned but I never left with the win. It wasn't my arm the referee held up in the air. I may not have been the one that got pinned but I still lost. Splitting hairs over who did and who didn't get pinned change the result.

Then we got a week's break. Not sure if that was a TV station messing up or if it was intentional, I've no idea. Last week I wasn't booked. So you know what I did? I had give or take two weeks off and what did I do?

Nothing.

I did absolutely nothing. I sat on my ass and I watched wrestling from a ton of companies when it was on my TV and I live tweeted it. I watched some on demand wrestling via the several Networks on the internet. I watched DVDs, I watched some sitcom about bondage on Netflix. I played video games. I watched bad TV. I spent time with my cats, I took plenty of painkillers, I ate when I wanted and I barely left the house.

Point is I rested. I took the time with a pillow behind me for the pain in my shoulder to sit on my ass and rest. I'm not saying that I'm sitting here having one hundred percent recovered from Shingles but I'm probably as good as I'm going to be. So I'm ready to hit the gym, get back out there and get working out, get training and maybe come back at SCW with a fresh start."

He stops to take a drink from a mug with a picture of his wife and 'Mrs C' written on it.

Stephen Callaway
"So I'm ready to come back and come back fighting and what do I have this week? I have a December 2 Dismember qualifier. I win that and I head to December 2 Dismember to fight in a six way match for the SCW Title.  

Now a few of you out there will be looking at the first few matches I've had here in SCW and will be thinking that I'm a loser. That I've no chance. But that's the thing! OK it's not been a great start and I can sit here and talk about four way matches, arm pain and Shingles until the cows come home. I can give you a list of reasons and excuses if that's what you need. However I've had a bit of a successful career before I came here. I've been a Tag Team Champion, I've been a Television Champion. Hell I've been a multi time World Champion.

Multi time champion or lovable loser? You decide. But I sit here right now two steps away from the SCW Title. I could be standing there holding the SCW Title over my head having won a grand total of just three matches here in SCW.

Scary isn't it?

Let me shoot with you a moment. I was working once as a backstage agent for a company. There was a couple of brands within that company and the brand I was on managed to sign a former champion from one of the others. The champion of the brand came to me and he was worried that this guy, this former champion on another brand, was going to walk onto his show and get a title shot on the value of his name and his history alone.

Now I know there is bound to be some here in the SCW locker room with the same fear as that brand champion had. They must have been sat there having been here maybe three years, four years. They must have seen me come into this company and instantly been scared for their spots. Terrified that on the value of my name and my title history that I was just going to walk into SCW and walk straight into the title picture.

And yet here I sit. Two months into my time here in SCW. A questionable win loss record and I sit, potentially, two matches away from the SCW Title. Two wins away from closing the year as the World Champion of a company I wasn't even part of until the fourth quarter of the year."

Another drink from the Mrs C mug.

Stephen Callaway
"Now I'll be honest with you. If you're going to look at the first two months of my being in SCW the chances of me wining the SCW Title at December 2 Dismember are slim. Hell, the chances of me even fighting for the title at December 2 Dismember are slim. Yet here I sit. If I'm that bad, why have I been booked in the match in the first place?

Maybe I am as good as my reputation and title history says I am.

Maybe #BenDeservesBetter is exactly what he's getting. Everyone that thinks of me as this low level loveable loser.

I am better.

I am feeling relaxed and healthy and I am far, far better than the run of bad form I've been on for the first two months of my time here in SCW. I am better! I'm a lot damn better than I've felt health wise but I now need to go out there and be a Phoenix in Phoenix. I need to rise from the burning pain of Shingles and come back better than I have been in these last two months. I need to show that I am more than just talk. I need to show that I am capable of more than sitting here running my mouth.

Yeah like I said the chances of me being just two wins away from the SCW Title are slim But at the same time it's also very doable. It's very doable that Ben Jordan is going to find out I am better than he is when he gets my plates of meat right up in his big old boat before I knock him on his Khyber. It's very doable that I could be just two wins from the SCW Title. Someone is! Why can't it be me? Because some moron on the SCW website team insists on calling me a 'rookie sensation'?

I have not been in this business for damn near twenty years to be called a 'Rookie Sensation'. I have not been slammed on hard fucking boards covered in a thin canvas for said years to be labelled a 'Rookie Sensation'. The pains I have suffered and the injuries I've had to recover from did not suddenly come on overnight! The weddings, the birthdays, the funerals I have missed over the last two decades so I could be something in this business I didn't do so I could be labelled a 'rookie sensation'. The times I have had to part from my family and travel across the world what feels like a billion times I didn't do to be labelled a 'rookie sensation'.

I didn't come to SCW to be labelled a 'rookie sensation'. I didn't compete with Shingles to be labelled a 'rookie sensation'

Damn son, I even won a World Title in 2000 at age 18 back when I WAS a damn 'rookie sensation'!

No. I came to SCW to be a Sensation. I came to SCW to be the SCW Champion. If I have to beat six guys over two matches to prove that, that's fine with me. Ben Jordan might think I'm having a bubble that I'm nothing more than a Richard on his boot, but he's all Pete if he thinks I'm not going to cause him some Barney in Phoenix. Benny, I'm here for the SCW Title. If you want to butchers by me that's fine but you're the one that's going to be Brahms when I'm going to December 2 Dismember and all you are is a hashtag."

He stands up and walks out of shot.

 The receptionist told me to take a seat so I did. No sooner had I sat down, I pulled my iPod from my pocket and played a couple of games of a Bubble Breaker game I have on it. I was halfway through what may have been my sixth or seventh game when I heard someone call out..

"Stephen Callaway!”

I stand up and follow a young looking woman along the corridor of what I’m sure is a converted prison at the far end of the corridor she points me into a room. It’s not a big room, never has been. I swear it’s two prison cells with the connecting wall knocked down. On one side the bunk bed has been replaced by a two seater leather couch that I sit down on after hanging up my coat. The bunk on the other has been replaced by  a desk. Dr Saxon sits at it. His thinning hair had finally tapped out on the top of his head giving him the back and sides only look. In a bid to compensate this, he’s grown a beard. He turns around in his swivel chair to face me.

“Ah Stephen.” he says. “We haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been?”

“So good I’m here.”

“Things not going well?”

“Things have actually been OK for the most part.”

“Stephen, you and I both know that you only ever come here when there’s something on your mind. What is it?”

“I recently moved to a new company. SCW Sin City Wrestling. And I’m not starting in the way that I’d like. Maybe I’m expecting too much. Last company I was at? I was the Heavyweight Champion. One before that? I was the TV Champion. I was doing bigger business and had a higher profile rivalry than their World Champion did. Maybe it’s me that’s looking for too much or looking for something that’s not there.”

“It’s understandable to have anxiety at moving to a new job or a new place of work.”

“That’s why I think I’m putting it all on SCW. It’s like I’ve been champion before and I want to be there again. Maybe I’m looking too close to that goal that I’m not seeing what’s in front of me.”

“As you know I follow your career. I was watching when you lost the TV Title, I was watching when you lost the World Title. I’ve even been watching those first couple of matches in SCW.”

“How do you think it’s going?”

“Talking as a friend that’s known you for years? I think it’s going OK. It’s early days into SCW. You will soon bounce back.”

“So I shouldn’t worry about the losses?”

“There’s a promotion near me that my son and I go to. There’s a guy there who has been in the middle of the card for about the last ten years. He’s won the tag team titles a few times and what they call the International Title a few times but the Heavyweight Title seemed beyond him. At the start of the year, some other guy got an injury so Nahaje got a shot at the top title. And he only went and won it.”

“This going anywhere or do I have time to get a coffee?”

“The point is this: There may seem times where you have a few losses. There may be times when the World Title feels like it’s never going to come. But persevere. It came for Nahaje Accra and it will come for you.”

“And what of the Four Way at High Stakes?”

“What about it?”

“I was just wondering what you felt about my opponents and my chances?”

“I think it’s easy to dismiss them as a wannabe rock star, a failed MMA star and a failed footballer. But in terms of height and weight, you are all evenly matched and equally determined to win. Although you might have the experience edge.”

"Interesting to know.”

“Well take Mark Cross. Give or take an inch and a couple of pounds, he’s the same as you. Easy going, determined, stubborn and short tempered all like you.

Jake Raab is slightly shorter but his M.O. in the ring is more submission and MMA based. If you want to wrestle, Raab is just the man for you.

Caleb? Well Caleb you faced before and he, well, ROCKED you.”

“I could have taken him but I was injured.”

“I heard you mention a mysterious injury. What was the injury?”

“Promise not to tell anyone?”

He nods.

“I have Shingles. My chest and shoulder are so painful. Even my armpit is sore. I can’t sit comfortably, I can’t move or even sleep comfortably either. I have to take bloody painkillers before bed just to get some sleep. Been wearing make up on my back just to cover the rash. I probably shouldn't even be wrestling but I feel it's too soon to be calling in sick so I grit my teeth and get on with it. But the loss to Caleb Storm was probably due, in part, to Shingles.”

“Thought you looked a different colour.”

There’s a beeping noise from somewhere on the desk.

“Time’s up.”

“Already?”

“Time flies when you’re having fun. Or when you book shorter appointments. You and I both know you came here just to vent about wrestling to someone who is either crazy enough or paid enough to listen. Your wife isn’t crazy enough to listen to you. You don’t drink so you can’t go to a bar. So you come here. Sometimes you’ll talk about your OCD but most of the time, like today, it’s wrestling that’s on your mind.”

“You know me so well Doctor.”

"You’ve been coming for the best part of a decade, I bloody well should!”

We both laugh as I take my coat of the stand and slowly due to the pain in my shoulder, put it back on. We wave a goodbye at each other as I turn and head out of his office and head home.

 Stephen Callaway sits on a stool in his kitchen as the scene opens

Stephen Callaway
“To quote a movie that my brother has been banging on about for weeks: I came, I saw, I kicked his ass! I went out there and I beat Alex Rush just as I said I would do. That makes me undefeated here in SCW. Alright it’s only been one match and, according to some fans I’ve spoken to, it was a match set up to make me look strong. But I won it. And a 1:0 streak is still undefeated.

However a Storm is on the horizon in an attempt to blow me off course like The Truman Show when the lad in the beret used winds and rain to try and stop Truman from finding out the truth.“

He takes a drink from a Mr Bump mug.

Stephen Callaway
“Now this Caleb Storm that I face this week is apparently one of my opponents in an upcoming four way match. Now I could use this as a scouting exercise. It’s one thing to watch videos and to train in a gym. But to have some in ring time with him? That is invaluable. It’s a way of finding out everything about his in ring work. Can I beat him? Where am I failing? What can I do to get an advantage in the four way?

Or

I can take him out. I can go straight for his knee or some other body part and turn the four way into a triple threat. I can show how dominant I can be and put him on the injured list should I want to.

But let’s shoot for a minute. I have an injury. Don’t worry about me, it’s not a big injury that will keep me out for an extended period of time. It is painful for me to go about my day.  But I’m not stupid enough to say what my injury is so that the marks can tweet about it online and I’m certainly not stupid enough to announce what the injury is so that Caleb Storm can aim for it at the weekend. I bring the injury up because I would rather be here at my home at the weekend resting my injury. I would rather not be on a flight to Barbados. I want to be done with Caleb Storm and back home as quick as I can be. If that means I have to take his knee out from under him I will.

And what’s with all the wannabe rockers in SCW? Last week was Alex Rush and he thought he was a rocker. Caleb Storm is a heavy metal rocker. The only one I knew here before I came was Griffin Hawkins and he looks like he’s just stepped out of Rock of Ages. Does nobody here just wrestle? Just me? That might be why I’m going to rock up to arenas, pop some shoulders, leave opponents in a trance as I dance all over them and leave them singing the blues. See I’m not here to use SCW as a stepping stone to a music career, I am here to fight, I am here to win. Don’t believe me, tune in this weekend and I’ll show you just why I ALWAYS have an angle! Always.”

He stands up and walks out of shot.