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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.