Post by: Calvin Harris on February 24, 2017, 11:53:53 PM
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!â€
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...â€
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.â€
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.â€
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.â€
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.â€
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.â€
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.â€
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.â€
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.â€
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.