Post by: Calvin Harris on July 28, 2017, 11:48:57 PM
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...â€
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!â€
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!â€
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?â€
“Heck yeah! I am!â€
“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!â€
“Calvin Harris is going to turn out to be one of the biggest failures that Sin City Wrestling ever had!â€
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?â€
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