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Climax Control Archives / The go-home show
« on: December 18, 2020, 05:47:01 PM »
We see Stephen Callaway. He stands in an empty room as the scene opens. The walls are cream, the carpet beige. A suitcase sits closed in the middle of the floor.

Stephen Callaway
 "I'm going to shoot for a moment. A couple of weeks ago, we had just come out of the PPV and there was a bit of a gap between that show to the next show and I figured that was the right time for me to go home.

There were a couple of issues somewhere and it didn't go through. Basically, if I had just gotten on a plane and gone home thinking it had gone through, Sin City would have been within their rights to sue me for breach of contract.

So I stayed.

I found it odd that some things I'd expect to happen, hadn't. So I stayed. I though I'll hang around until they do.

It was only when I saw that I was booked on this Sunday's Climax Control that I realised it hadn't gone through. Since then, I have spoken to the relevant people. I have gotten the forms signed. Done it all by the books.

Climax Control this Sunday will be my last match for Sin City.

I'm going to go home to the UK after my match and I won't be back in the new year.

It raises a ton of things. Like: How am I going to get presents for people when I can't go out? See I fly back to the UK and under their Corona guidelines, I have to self isolate for two weeks. I can and will do that but to a point. I'm going home. TO my home. I'll be dammed if I'm going to be confined to the small room at the back of the house for two weeks.

My house is my house. I'll stay in it for two weeks. I won't go outside for two weeks. Not even to the garden. My wife will be doing the same. I can stay indoors, sit on my ass and watch telly for two weeks. In fact sitting in my home, with my wife, watching my TV for two weeks will be the best thing I've done or can do in ages."

He takes a bottle from his coat pocket and drinks from it.

Stephen Callaway
 "The last match.

That one name that will go down in history is Brother David. In a Roulette Title match no less.

Now here's where it gets messy.

There's bound to be fans out there now wondering 'Stevie C, if you win the title does that mean you stay until you lose the title?' Others will be wondering 'does this mean the title could be vacant again?'

The answer to the first is 'no' as for the latter, I don't know. I know after Mac Bane won the title and then up and left that the title is just gaining normality. I know that I could very much rock the boat again.

I know I said 'shoot' earlier so let's 'shoot'

I'll be honest with you, a small part of me wants me to lose this Sunday. It's certainly a lot cleaner if he wins and continues as champion while I lose and move on. It's a lot less messy than I win the title and hand it to some random in the back where it's vacated leading to a tournament, a G4, a Battle Royal or some other madness.

However, just because a part of me wants me to lose, just because part of me thinks it would be cleaner, doesn't mean to say I'm going to lie down for him. See, I'd like my last match to go out with a bang. I'd love to go out on top, to bow out with a win.

As a result, I'm not going to make it easy on Brother David. If he is going to win, he's going to have to beat me. It's not a tanning bulb that shines onto the ring. I'm not going to lie in the middle of the ring, work on my tan and yell 'cover me' when I'm done. He wants to leave with the Roulette Title, Brother David has to be ready for a fight. I literally have nothing to lose. This IS my last match.

Always have an angle."

We fade out.


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Climax Control Archives / Parting Gift
« on: December 04, 2020, 07:36:23 PM »

We see Stephen Callaway. He's recording himself using a phone.

Stephen Callaway
 "This is how crazy Covid has made Gotham!

So what do you think? This enough to get me some Tic Tac followers? Maybe stand in front of a wind machine and call it an Only Fans account?

No.

What I wanted to show you was this."

He turns the camera round and we see the SCW ring set up in the Gold Coast Casino. He runs his hand over the ring apron and the bottom rope before turning the camera back to face himself.

Stephen Callaway
 "Full disclosure. I found out a little something something recently."

He doesn't say what. Not yet anyway. Instead we see him make his way up the steel steps with loud footsteps on metal that echo through the empty arena, The ropes squeak slightly as he enters the ring.

Stephen Callaway
 "I found out that the rules of travel have been a little laxed. I found out that anyone can travel from the US to the UK for a holiday but it would mean self isolating for two weeks.

I'll be honest, the idea of spending two weeks at home doesn't sound bad. Even if it is two weeks in my own bed where the only contact with my wife is through a wooden door that must remain shut at all times.

And I'll be honest, I thought about it.

There was a gap of two weeks between coming out of High Stakes and going into this upcoming Climax Control where I could easily have said to management 'that's it. I'm done. I'm going home now'

Instead I didn't.

I don't know why.

Maybe I felt the need to see this year out. Maybe I never found the ideal moment in the first week and by the start of the second I was booked on this show. And you should know by now that I don't back out of a show I'm not booked on.

It was the perfect time too. I had gotten a big win at High Stakes and it was the best way to go, literally on a high.

But I didn't.

And who knows? Maybe some hower power has decided that I should be here a little longer.

I'll be honest, I don't see me being here long. In fact, I don't envision my being here in 2021. If there is a gap, however small, anywhere close to Christmas here in Sin City Wrestling, I'll say it now, I'm gone.

But I could take a parting gift with me.

The currently vacant Roulette Title.

That damn thing has been a bane to me for the best part of 2020. I've fought for it at pay per views for what feels like most of the year.

Mac Bane decided to piss of after winning and, let's face it, there's every chance I could do the same.

But I don't want to go getting ahead of myself. On Sunday night I stand in this ring..."

He turns the camera again and we see the empty ring



Stephen Callaway
 ".....and I fight in a four way. I go up against Kedron Williams, Brother David Shepherd and my old friend Bulldog Bob.

I win that and  I become the new Roulette Champion. I could walk out of 2020 as Roulette Champion, I could walk out of Sin City as Roulette Champion.

Or I could walk out with nothing. I mean I've got previous.

But I came here because this Sunday could be my last in a ring like this. My last time to stand on the sacred ground in a competitive environment. My last time to stand within the ropes and hear a crowd, however small compared to what it was, cheering me or booing me. The high I get when I come down an isle and compete in the ring is a high that nothing can replace. Not that I've tried to. I've had a lot of highs and a lot of lows between these ropes. I've won championships and suffered  injuries. It's been a wild ride and a hell of a rollercoaster.

But it's slowing down.

But who knows? Maybe there's time for one last Roulette Title themed loop d loop.

Only one way to find out."

He taps his head with his index finger in salute before the screen goes black.
   

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Supercard Archives / Re: Stephen Callaway v Agostino Romero v Milo Kasey
« on: November 13, 2020, 11:35:42 PM »
We see Stephen Callaway. He is laying on a black leather sofa As the picture fades in he waves at the camera with a smile on his face.

Stephen Callaway
 "It's early November and a lot has happened. Trump is in that purgatory phase between going and gone. The Scotland National soccer team ACTUALLY qualified for something, I'm literally an inspiration for someone on Social Media.

And I could be home for Christmas.

I'm looking into the can and can not of it. Then it becomes when is a good time to pack up and go. I know I said that as soon as I could go I would go. But therein lies the rub.

Part of me wants to throw my stuff into cases, hand the keys for this place back to the landlord and piss off home.

But then I'm in Sin City Wrestling.

I have been loyal to this company. I mean I said a few weeks ago that I was just going to eat what I wanted and not train. But who really believed that? Who really believed I had that much disrespect for this company and for the wrestling business to do that?

I have been booked as consistently here in Sin City because of my respect. I said as much a few weeks ago.

Sin City know that when they book me that I show up. That I give everything I can. I do my best so that I look good, so my opponent looks good."

He gets up from the sofa and sits on a director's chair.

Stephen Callaway
 "But let's go back. All the way back.

We've all heard the story by now. Ten year old kid collects wrestling trading cards, stumbles across wrestling on TV, plays a wrestling video game or whatever gets him into it. For me it was the cards. That's what got me in. After that it was figures, videos, magazines, sticker albums, video games. CDs, DVDs. If it had wrestling on it or near it I either had it or wanted it.

Fast forward a couple of years and I applied for the High School wrestling team just to impress the ladies. And it got her attention. More out of sympathy than desire but it worked and I digress.

As a young kid of fifteen, maybe sixteen. I made my first steps in professional wrestling.

And I got it.

I wasn't what you call an A Grade student. I always fell into the Neil Diamond line of 'Got a good head if he'd apply it but it's always somewhere else'.

But wrestling I got. Wrestling I understood. 'Stick with it kid and you could be a superstar' was enough motivation for me. There was a goal. Something to work toward. A reason to apply my head and not let it go somewhere else.

I was barely eighteen and I had won their mid level title. A year later and I was the Heavyweight Champion.

I won that damn title five times! I've had injuries to damn near every part of my body. Each time I get an injury I work on getting back to the ring. It's been hard work for the last twenty years but I've put that work in.

I've given everything I have for this business. It's been in my life since I was ten years old. Now I'm hovering closer to forty than I want to be and I want to admit. And not once have I half assed something or disrespected the business.

I have not been in the same country as my family since pretty much the start of the year.

In a way I get it.

I'm not some grass green newbie in the business. I understand that there will be birthdays, weddings, funerals, anniversaries, good days, bad days and people I won't be there for.

It was my wife's birthday in September. She was at home in Scotland while I was sat in a hotel in Vegas. I missed it and the sad part is it wasn't the first one I missed because wrestling forced me to be somewhere else. But if I have anything to do with it, it will be the last.

Miles Casey might want to tear through me like the Piranhas tore through him. Augustino Romano might want to overtake me in his race to the pole position here in Sin City.

Me?

I just want to win so that I can look back on what might well be my last match in Sin City and leave it with my head held high and my arm held higher by the referee holding it up in victory

High Stakes in the Orleans Arena on the 22nd.

There is an irony.

You see because of the wife that I may soon have back in my arms, twenty two is my lucky number. You really want to bet against the man that has nothing lose? You want to bet against the guy that just wants to go home with a victory?

You see Miles Casey and Augustino Romano will hold back. They will more than likely be in action a few weeks later or in 2021.

I won't

If they plan to continue their careers, they will know when to stay down. Just like I learned to all those years ago. They will know at what point it is better to stay down  and take the loss just so they can come back stronger in the next match.

I don't

I can keep getting up because I don't plan on doing this in 2021. I could be done and home by December.

Still betting against me?" 
 
He walks out of shot.

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Climax Control Archives / Up Late With Callaway
« on: October 30, 2020, 10:52:41 PM »

We see Stephen Callaway. He stands in front of a large purple Sin City Wrestling banner.

Stephen Callaway
 "There's a lot of people that have asked me why it is that Sin City have kept me around.

The simple answer to that is they know me.

To give it more detail they know that I have a respect for this business and this company. in City know that if they book me, not only will I appear that I'll give everything I have for them.

They know that they can book me in Four Way Matches, Five Way Matches, Triple Threats, Throw Someone In Water Matches, Street Fight Matches and pretty much whatever match they want to and know that I'll give them the best I can.

I'll do my best to do what I have to for the future of this company and business.

That's why, win or loss, my name is always on the cards. Always on the Pay Per Views. They know that, however small, the audiences that come to Sin City shows will go home with a smile on their faces after I gave them a good match.

That said some will say they go home with a smile after watching me lose but a smile none the less."

He runs his hand through his hair and across the stubble on his chin.

Stephen Callaway
 "Six foot six and two hundred and eighty pounds. This Mac Bane is a little more of a threat than a homophobic talk show host that's known for being up late.

Two hundred and eighty pounds says to me that it's going to hurt when he hits me. Six foot six says he's a tree that needs chopped down. Your shitty ring gear says shitty ring gear and the blue button is just a blue button.

Most guys in this business at six foot six and two hundred eighty might as well have 'luggage' written on their gear instead of 'Bane'. I look at you and I think you might just be different. You might just be the proverbial exception.

But then I look at your signature moves and I'm not so sure. A Clothesline, a Claw, a Spinebuster?

Mate, I want to believe you might be different but your moves scream green ass cucumber and lugage.

Now it says four halls of fame. But halls of fame for what? Snooker? NFL? Country Music? Crochet?

I'm sure we'll find out on Sunday. And I'll be honest, I want to be wrong. I want you to be a really fucking good wrestler. Because if you are, then we can go out there and tear it up. Go out there and give Park Theater and the smaller than we'd all like it to be crowd a hell of a match and put smiles on their faces because they know they seen a cracker.

Because, trust me, two hundred and eighty pounds feels like five hundred when I have to carry it around for twenty minutes. But I'm going to be there ready to do just that on Sunday because Sin City know I can. That's why my name's on the card after all."

He walks out of shot leaving that line and the Sin City Wrestling banner hanging.


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Climax Control Archives / The Six Month Rule
« on: October 16, 2020, 10:28:48 PM »

We see Stephen Callaway. He stands in what looks like a kitchen.

Stephen Callaway
 "I wasn't booked last week and, if I'm honest, I'm glad. You see I've been a bit busy. You see, all you hear on the news is Covid this and Covid that. The President's got it, he's not got it, he's a super shredder. A spreader? Something. Either way Covid is all over the US. It's all over the UK too. They're talking about emergency local lockdowns, tiers systems and a whole lot of other madness.

Either way it seems the pesky Covid thing isn't going anywhere soon.

Six months is the earliest figure I heard.

Six Months.

Six months is March. Six months means being stuck here over Christmas, over New Year. Even over Easter.

I remember a while back. When the Covid thing started taking over and it gave me the time to think. I handed my notice in to Sin City management. When I did so, I thought, wrongly as it turns out, that the whole Covid thing might be done by September and I'd go home then.

Granted that was a 'best case scenario' figure admitedly. Yet I still thought I'd be gone by the end of the year. I went from wanting to main event December To Dismember to expecting to be gone from the company and missing December To Dismember.

However it looks like I'll be here for December To Dismember after all.

Nobody as gone full Jojo and said 'Get out, leave' but it's been hinted that with Sin City moving out of the empty gym and into arenas that the Sin City Hotel may be coming to an end. I hung around the hotel for as long as I did because it's not like I can just go home is it?

But since I'm here for at least the next six months, I figured that it's probably for the best that I find myself somewhere.

As such, I did.

This here is my new kitchen. I actually like it here. OK it doesn't feel like home yet but it feels like a sanctuary that is away from it all and not surrounded by Sin City staff, wrestlers and officials that can see my comings and goings."

He takes a drink of a clear liquid from a clear glass.

Stephen Callaway
 "It also gives me time to think about the future. See, if I'm going to be here until March, then I need to deal with that. For me that means that I'll be at December To Dismember. And I'd love to headline that show and fight for the Sin City Title.

So I need to sit here now in mid October and think about how I'll get there. As luck would have it, I'm in a Ladder Match this week on Climax Control. Now it says there's an unknown prize awaiting the winner.

Granted these days that prize could be a roll of toilet roll or some hand sanitiser. But I like to think it's a bigger prize. I like to think that there's a big opportunity up there. Like a contract to a future title match. as long as you give at least a week's notice, so if that means putting my body on the line against Agostino Romano and the dude I feel I seem to face every second show, Austin James  Mercer then that's what I need to do. If it means taking them on in a Ladder Match, then that's what I need to do.

For a long time I would sit and talk about an upcoming match. I would say that I wanted to win and talk about a possible future but in the back of my mind I was never a hundred percent sure I'd be here long enough to see it through.

But now, with the knowledge I'm here for at least six months, I know I'm going to be here for a while. I moved in here because I know I'll be here for a while. My brother, Alistair and his wife, the always amusingly named Valerie asked if I'd go to Florida and stay with them.

I told them 'no' and not just because I'm not sure I can fly to Florida and back every couple of weeks. Sin City is based in Vegas so I'm here in Vegas. I'm here to reach the top of Sin City. If that takes the entire six months, then I'm OK with that. If winning the World Title is something I do three days before the flight ban is lifted, I'm OK with that too.

That's the difference between me and Mercer and Romano. They want to win and use it to progress what could be glittering careers. I'm nearing the end of mine. I'm sat here missing my wife's birthday, my dad's birthday, my anniversary, my brother's birthdays. I'm going to miss them all on Christmas too. As things stand right now, the only way I'll spend Christmas with my own wife is dependant on a decent wi-fi connection.

So I fight. Because, if nothing else, if I can take the Sin City Title home, it justifies all the things I missed out on."

He walks out of shot.

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Supercard Archives / Re: Stephen Callaway v Agostino Romero v Mac Bane v Lachlan Kane - Roulette rules
« on: September 19, 2020, 09:50:08 PM »

We see Stephen Callaway. He sits on a folding chair in front of a sign with "Wee Kirk o the heather Wedding Chapel" on it

Stephen Callaway
 "It's nice coming here. Brings back good memories. Just under two decades ago I was right here in Vegas with the company I was with at the time. Things went very well for me and I won the heavyweight championship. I hadn't long turned twenty and it was my first ever heavyweight championship. At a relatively young age I had reached the pinnacle of the promotion. I was on top of the world. The show was over and myself and my girlfriend Valerie decided to hit the town to celebrate. Before we knew it we had reached right here. We just looked at each other and it felt right. My girlfriend Valerie became Mrs C.

I was on top of the world. I was the heavyweight champion, I had married the best thing in my life. No, strike that. 'Thing' is the wrong word. She is the best person in my life. She is the best influence in my life.

Fast forward a few years and I sit here. I cant help but think sometimes where would I be in Sin City if I was the guy at the top of the company. Much as I was back then.   

I imagine that my time on Climax Control would be taken up by the proverbial clown car of challengers for my title. Each week and each show would further our rivalries as I try to get one up on them and they try to get one up one me in the ongoing battle for momentum as we head into the pay per view, in this case Violent Conduct."

He reaches to the floor and lifts up a metallic bottle and takes a drink from it.

Stephen Callaway
 "Sadly, I'm not the champion. Sadly I don't actually have a rivalry with anyone as I head into the pay per view. Yeah, I'm glad to be on the card. Glad to be in the ring competing.

However I'm in there with three guys I have nothing against. No beef, no rivalry, no feud. No reason to fight. No motive to want to win.

If I pin McBain do I become the new champion? No. If I make Auggy Romano tap out, am I the number one contender? No. I beat Lachlan Kane do I get a trophy? No. Money? No. Poker chips? No. A $20 Ebay voucher? No.

I get nothing.

If I lose I'm not going to be fired. I'm not going to be suspended. I'm not going to have my head shaved. I'm not going to be tarred and feathered. I'm not going to have an eye removed. I'm not going to lose my manager, I'm not going to renounce my country. I'm not going to renounce Batman. The good thing is my wife isn't going to become the manager of the winner for thirty days.

So I find myself having to try and sell you, the fans on a match with nothing on the line. I have to sell myself on a match were I have nothing to either gain or lose.

I got to admit it's a hard sell.

But then I remember the bigger picture.

Yes there are no titles, no beefs, no feuds, no repercussions. Or are there?

See I've said I want to be the champion here. Even if it's the last thing I can do before I fly home. If I want to do that, I need to start winning matches and gaining momentum.

Violent Conduct sounds like just the place to start that. I spin the wheel and make the deal and beat Augustino Romano, Lachlan Kane and Mac Bane then that could be step one in the journey that leads me to Alex Jones and the Heavyweight Title.

This match may not be a title match or a number one contender but it could lead to one.

Just the same as the day I first met Valerie. That day was just an ordinary Monday. However, it was day one of a path that lead to something rally amazing.

So who knows?"

He grabs his metallic bottle, stands up and walks out of shot.

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Climax Control Archives / The Muffin Man
« on: September 11, 2020, 11:10:11 PM »
We see Stephen Callaway laying on the bed in his hotel room. He is eating a muffin as the scene opens. On the table beside him is a large bowl full of muffins. After finishing his muffin, he takes one from the bowl and holds it to the camera

Stephen Callaway
 "Want one?"

He takes it away from the camera.

Stephen Callaway
 "Doesn't matter does it. It's not like I can push this through the screen and hand it to you if you do."

He starts eating the muffin in his hand.

Stephen Callaway
 "That said there's not really a lot that I CAN do these days. But I have come to a revelation.

What's the point of me doing anything?

See in this business, if you want to do well, you train, say your prayers, eat your vitamins. There's a whole bunch of shit that you need to do.

But what's the point?

Say your prayers.

I have. Every night I have sat at the side of this bed. My hands clasped together so tight that they go red. I pray. I pray to God, to Budda to any and all religious deities that are listening and can help.

NOTHING!

I pray and I pray and yet I sit here with none of it answered.

So that's out.

Train.

I did that. I have ran over most of Vegas, I've spent a ton of time in the hotel gym working out, I have done push ups, press ups wherever whenever and I have spent more time in empty rings working on moves.

Again, NOTHING!

Eat right.

I have dieted, I have gorged on all the right calories for energy, for proteins, for strength. You name it.

Again, NOTHING!

So what do you do when no matter what you do to succeed, it fails?"

He holds up the remains of his muffin.

Stephen Callaway
 "I train and I train and yet I lose and lose. No matter what I have done, none of it has worked.

So fuck it!

If I want a pizza, I'll have one. If I want a bowl of muffins to eat one after the other after the other then I will.

What's the point of dieting? What's the point of training? I do everything I can do and nothing works!

My muscles ache with all the running. With all the iron pumping. With all the push ups.

So I figure: why not sit here? Why not sit with my feet up. To hell with the training. I can spend my time sitting here with some desert with cream and sponges and strawberry sauce, maybe some chocolate all over it. I can sit and scoff that while binge watching Heroes box sets.

Why do all the training? Why do all the diets?

I'm just going to lose anyway."

He scrunches up the muffin wrapper and tosses it over his head. It bounces off the wall and lands in a bin less than a foot to the side of the bed Stephen is on.

Stephen Callaway
 "See I hit the big bad wall of 'is it worth it?" a few months ago. I decided back then it wasn't. That's when I handed my notice in. Right now I figured, I can't pack up and go home. Flight bans and all that. So, as Sin City are paying for the hotel room I am in along with the facilities in the hotel what I use, it's only fair that I still appear at the shows I'm advertised to appear on.

Including this week's Climax Control against Caleb Storms.

See, I'll be there. I'll be in that ring ready to wrestle. But I'm not sure I'll be giving it 100% effort. I mean I tried that and I lost.

But yeah. I know I'm one of the lucky ones. I still have a job right now. I know there's a lack of money coming into business so those that worked for these businesses got fired. I know some of those cases, the business was forced to close. I know the ripple effect of that. No money coming in means no money can go out. Bills can't be paid. Food can't be bought.

Believe it or not, I've been in that position. I know people in that position. Any time I have a meal I know how lucky I am to have it. I know how lucky I am to have a roof over my head. I know how lucky I am that I can put on the TV and watch what I want to, on whatever channel. Because I remember a time when I couldn't

I know that I have a match at the weekend but there are those all over the world that are fighting every damn day of their lives just to eat, just to stay dry.

Caleb Storms, I'm going to go out there on Sunday with every intention of beating you. However,  you and I both know how unlikely that probably is. I mean let's face it, I don't know my next opponent. It could be at a pay per view or even on the next episode of Climax Control. But right now, I'm sure his odds of winning are higher than mine."

He bites into another muffin as the picture fades.

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Climax Control Archives / Mr Everything
« on: August 27, 2020, 05:02:00 PM »

In the underground cinema of the Sin City Wrestling Hotel, we see Stephen Callaway. He sits on his own. The lights from the movie illuminate him. He turns and looks at the camera.

Stephen Callaway
 "You know, I hate the term 'veteran'. I even hate being a veteran in this business.

To me veterans are those old people you see on the TV. Somewhere in their eighties being pushed around in a wheelchair every November as a memory of a war from so long ago that we still shouldn't forget.

Old people.

I'm not even 40 and I'm being called a veteran. I'm not even 40 and the question about retirement has been hovering around me for the best part of the last five years.

I've been around for a while and I have a lot of experience. But the idea of being a veteran that is close to retirement is something I struggle with. It's something I know I'll struggle with. I know that somewhere down the road, I'll be in the training system with some new recruits and I'll be more hands on than I ever was to show that I've still got it. That I'm not an old man.

I'd love to be one of the new guys coming through. Just a young thing in my late teens or early twenties. My body wouldn't be sore, all the mistakes I made wouldn't be there, all my experience would still be out there waiting for me to experience it. Everything would be like a sheet of blank paper waiting for my story to be written,

All that potential waiting to be explored.

I look at the kids, the rookies these days and I think where could I end up if I started out now. With all the state of the art training facilities and all the video on demand sites that offer thousands of hours of wrestling knowledge at the touch of a button. I started at a time where the gym had some dumb bells, an exercise bike and a rowing machine. I started at a time where I could count on the one hand the different companies that had easily available content and probably have some fingers left over.

I believe that if I was making my wrestling debut this Sunday, I'd probably be the top guy in Sin City by December To Dismember 2021."

He takes a drink from a blue solo cup.

Stephen Callaway
 "But I'm not. Instead I'm at the point where my sheet of paper is covered in writing. I'm at the point where I've made the mistakes. I have the experience of all my highs and lows.

Like it or not, I am a veteran.

That said so is Bulldog Bill.

While I know some want me to be concerned by the fact he's a brawler while I'm a technician. I know something they don't. For years I was known as 'Mr Everything'. Thus the name of my Reverse DDT, The 'Everything Goes'.

I got the name 'Mr Everything' because that's what I was. It was also what I gave, but I digress.

I can work any style from Brawler to technical. Submission to high flying. Put me in there with anyone and I will match them. Put me in there with anyone and I'll give you a great match.

Sin City know this, that's why they know that they can put me in there with any name on their roster. That's why most weeks no matter if my results are good, bad or indifferent I am always on the card.

They want to put 'Mr Everything' in there with a brawler? Then this Scottish lad gets to throw down, throw hands and throw punches. Bulldog Bill might think of himself as a veteran but I know more about wrestling than he ever, ever will.

This Sunday we might be going to Sam's Town, but it's going to be my ring"

He turns the camera to the movie screen and we see credits are rolling, when the camera turns back, Stephen Callaway is gone.

All that remains is the blue solo cup sitting on Stephen's vacated seat.

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Climax Control Archives / Going Somewhere Else
« on: August 14, 2020, 10:42:56 AM »
We see Stephen Callaway. He stands with his back to the camera looking out of his hotel room window as the scene opens

Stephen Callaway
 "We're moving. On Sunday we don't emanate from a converted gym in front of the un-booked roster. Instead we air from a proper wrestling venue in front of actual fans.

The Sin City website has decided to use this to question if this is my last match for Sin City this Sunday now that Sin City was no longer in Lock Down.

The answer to that is no. No, it is not my last match in Sin City now that Sin City was no longer in Lock Down.

Mainly because I never said Lock Down. I said Flight Ban. I said as soon as I could fly across the Atlantic Ocean and go home then I would. However, as far as I know, that still hasn't been lifted.

So that may been packing my things into the back of a rental car and driving around the US until the ban is lifted. I don't know.

What I do know is that this Sunday isn't my last match for Sin City. They could find  a cure for Corona on Friday, administer it on Saturday and the world goes back to normal by Sunday morning and it's STILL not my last match for Sin City at Climax Control on Sunday night.

Because I don't want to go out on a maybe baby, might be, not quite sure, possible last match.

No.

I want to have a LAST match. I want it to be on the match card when it goes up on the website saying 'this IS Stephen Callaway's last match' I want to sit here and do my piece to camera and talk to the people about my thoughts feelings and emotions knowing that I'm heading into my last match. I want it so that when I step through the curtain that there isn't a doubt in anybody's mind that this is my last match.

Right now I can't do that. I can't say right now that the flight ban has been lifted. As a result, I can not say with 100% confidence that Sunday will be my last so Sunday WON'T be my last."

He turns away from the window and sits on the edge of the bed so he's facing the camera,

Stephen Callaway
 "But lets for a moment talk about why I'm going. See I've heard it all. I've heard every last comment from 'can't take the heat so he's getting out of the kitchen' to 'he's a loser that's bored losing'

The honest answer is I'm getting older.

See anyone that has read my twitter, at Callaweasy twenty two twenty, or has bothered listening to me knows my feelings on the older wrestlers.

You know the ones. Those that were on TV between 1998 and 2001 at a time when wrestling had an attitude problem. Those that are now in their fifties. Those that took nine years to recover from an injury only to get injured again. Those that can only wrestle one or two times a year but still don't get the message that their body is failing them and fuck off.

I've called them on everything. From being past it in the ring to being addicted to the spotlight so much that they flick a massive 'fuck you' to the younger, newer talent that have been traveling the roads making towns for the entire year.

I don't want to be them.

I don't want to be still hanging around in my late fifties looking like a shadow of my former self. Getting to a point where I have to use an on demand service to show people what I could do when I could move. I don't want to get to a point where the marks on Twitter are tweeting 'that old fart should have pissed of back to Scotland a decade ago instead of hanging around looking like an uneaten haggis and wrestling with all the skill of one hashtag retire now'

This is me getting out.

I don't have that need for the spotlight like some do. OK I perform for it when it shines on me. I'll throw myself off turnbuckles or do pretty, crowd pleasing moves when it shines on me. Hell, I'm sat here talking to this camera in front of me instead of doing some 'scene' just so I can ensure that all eyes are on me when they click on my name.

But I don't need that spotlight on me. I don't live or die based on Instagram likes. As much as I love it when there are fans in the arenas. And I do. I love it no matter if they want to cheer for me or boo me, it's their choice to do so. But as much as I love getting a response from the crowds, as much as  I love getting in that ring, there has to be a point where enough is enough.

If I go now then I have a few years to be me before the injuries really set in. My mother has arthritis. Her mother had it too and I know I have it. I feel it my hands and my wrists. I feel it in my knees, And OK it's not beating me, not yet. But I look at my mum and she struggles to walk to the other end of a thirty foot hallway. She can't walk to the local store for milk if she needs it. She can barely lift the kettle to make herself a cup of fucking coffee. I've seen the struggles that she goes through and everything she can't do anymore. She's not even sixty.

I look at her and then I look at me. I'm a fart away from forty and I've been a wrestler since I was in my late teens. I hurt on a daily basis from all the beatdowns and all the bumps I've taken over the last twenty something years. And I know it's going to get worse when the arthritis takes hold of me.

I'm getting out now while I can so I can enjoy some time when I can. Some time where I don't have to spend my weekends flying around the world living in random hotel motels so I can try to move a 300 pound guy around a wrestling ring or have some other 300 pounder try to make me part of the ring. I'm getting out before the arthritis sets in and forces me out."

He reaches to the table at the side of the bed for a glass with a dark orange liquid in it and drinks some.

Stephen Callaway
 "Alex Jones. You're probably pissed right now at finding out you're not my last match. And I know I'm not a big trophy name to hang on your wall but I'm sure you'd have loved to hang that banner of 'I ended Stephen Callaway'.

But there's nothing to stop me ending you.

Let's look at it this way AJ, I have nothing to lose. So what's stopping me from taking you out? While I'm still in the US, I'm still part of Sin City. While I'm still part of Sin City, I want to be the top guy here. To be honest, there's nothing I'd love more than to beat my Twitter friend Griffin and take that Sin City Championship from him.

Even if that happens in my last match in the company.

So if I have to take you out and tear you apart this Sunday then I'll do so. I may have handed in my notice, but I'm not done yet."

He stands up and walks out of the shot.

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Supercard Archives / Superstar Roulette Championship
« on: July 24, 2020, 04:04:06 PM »
 >

Stephen Callaway sits on the edge of a swimming pool in his ring shorts with his bare feet in the water. He waves at the camera as the scene opens.

Stephen Callaway
"Ah hello! You join me at a tense moment in the studio. You see I've been put into a match where the goal, partly, is to chuck your opponent into the pool.

I can't swim.

Granted it's a swimming pool and I'm six foot something. I can easily stand up and I should be fine. But if I'm in this hotel going nowhere I figured it's a good enough time to learn so I've come here to the swimming pool here at The Saxon to do so. Safe than sorry and all that."

He puts his hand in the pool and slaps some water at the camera.

Stephen Callaway
"But this isn't my biggest problem.

The Roulette Title.  

I've fought for that before. I fought for it in my hometown. A mile from my house. A ten minute car journey from my home with my family and friends in attendance.

Damn near five months ago. Feels like years. Feels like a lifetime ago.

Back then all I hear, and I'll be honest I've heard it every now and again since, was 'he doesn't deserve the title shot, he was handed that be didn't earn it' and 'he only got that because he's the hometown lad'

And you know what? I probably did.

But it wasn't me that made the decision. It was management. I'd have been happy enough in the opener with some random talent. Management were the ones that decided that putting me in the main event for the Roulette Title was a smart business decision. It helped increase ticket sales, merch sales and ratings. From a business standpoint, Sin City Wrestling would have been stupid not to.

And now I have another match for the Roulette Title, this time at Summer XXX-treme.

Do I deserve the match?

Did I earn my place in the match?

Do I care either way?

Let me answer that last question first. No. No, I don't care. I don't give a flip flop and fly if I deserve the match or not. I don't.

All I care about is that I've been put into it.

If you want to bitch to someone like the whiny marks you are, bitch to management. They did this. Not me. Not Stephen Callaway.

I'm in the match. That's when I start earning.

If I want to win that title then I need to fight for it. Doesn't matter if I earned my place or if I was handed it. If I want it then I have to fight. Lachlan Kane and O'Malley aren't just going to try for an 8.3 and dive onto the pool. The defending champion, Kedron Williams sure as hell isn't going to back down.

So I need to fight, I need to climb and I need to crow.

Hold on. No wait... that's Hook. But the point still stands.

You see I could sit here and talk about how I'm here until the end of a flight ban. I could very easily sit back and coast my way through the foreseeable. But that would be an insult to me and everything I stand for.

I look at it as: I am here in Sin City Wrestling. I don't know how long but given masks, infection rates and rising curves, I'm guessing it might be a while.

While I'm here, I want to be the best that I can be.

That means competing on Climax Control as often as I can. Competing on pay per views as often as I can. If that means competing in multi person matches to be a one day only guest GM then I'll do that.

A while back I said that I wanted to compete for the Sin City championship at December to Dismember 2020. I saw it as a long term goal. I gave myself a year to get there.

Then, when I handed in my notice, I figured I prolly won't be at December To Dismember 2020. However, I'm still here. With five months of 2020 to go I might still be here

So I need to climb up and grab that Roulette Title. I need to avoid the water and grip the metal structure like my life depends on it. If I can win the Roulette Title at Summer XXX-treme then that points me in a good direction where I COULD be facing the Sin City Champion at December To Dismember.

Right now, one way or another, win or lose, come Summer XX-treme I could make a really big splash"

He slides into the water. There's a beat before his hand reaches out and grabs his armbands from the edge of the pool.

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Climax Control Archives / On Palace Grounds
« on: July 09, 2020, 10:06:27 PM »
 
We see Stephen Callaway. He sits on a metal folding chair while a huge Planet Hollywood globe revolves in the background. Unusually he has his hair down and it moves in the light breeze. He takes off a black facemask with a Batman logo as the screen opens.

Stephen Callaway
"Here's where the fun begins. You see it's my job to sit here and deliver a video. I sit and talk about my thoughts and feelings and then I email it to Sin City Wrestling who then put it on their website where you, the fans, watch it.

The whole point is to get those undecideds. You see wrestling as a business isn't stupid. We know that there are die hard fans that will watch when there's a huge crowd, a small crowd or no crowd. We know that these die hard fans will watch us no matter what we say or do.

So we don't aim for them.

We aim at those that are unsure. Those that say 'I don't know if I want to watch Climax Control this weekend as my mates want to have a go at Halo on the Xbone'

My job is to sit here and hype my match to make Halo boy decide 'that makes me want to see the Callaway match. I might give Halo a miss this week and catch the boys next week'

I choose to sit here and talk to the camera."

He points to the camera in front of him.

Stephen Callaway
"But some hit the selfie button on their cell phones. Some have a camera crew, that they pretend to not see, film what they do.

I choose to sit and talk. I do so because it allows me to say aloud what's on my mind. It allows me to sell what I need to in order to get the likes of Halo boy to watch.

What I also do, is I watch my opponent's matches. I read my opponent's bio on the website. That way I have plenty to work with to train from. I have his moves, his style. I can train accordingly.

I also have it at my fingertips so I have plenty to talk about when I sit here.

And then there's Miles Kacey.

I don't know if it's an admin issue or what but I can not find a bio. I can't find a thing about him other than he's new to the company, new to the business and English.

I could be going in there with an opponent that is 5 foot 4 and is a 206 pound cruiserweight or a 6 foot 4 40 pound monster. I don't know his size, his ring stiyle. Hell I don't even know his theme music.

So by all means tune in to see what he actually looks like.

Actually he's probably around my height and weight. However he is inexperienced.

Miles. I worry about you.

You see if I go up against the heavyweight champion and I lose it's not a big deal as he's the champion and they're supposed to win.

I go up against a top line non champion and it's a similar story. I'm expected to lose. If I can beat the champion or the top tier non champion, then it's a big result for ME.

But you?

I worry about YOU.

See I've been in this business a long, long time. It wasn't just a different decade when I got into the business, it was a different century. Granted it was the last couple of years of the nineties but a different century none the less.

Either way that's the better end of twenty years I've been in the business. Twenty years."

He pulls at his hair.

Stephen Callaway
"A few of these aren't the jet black they used to be. I've got joints that hurt now that I didn't even know could hurt when I started out. But in theory I shouldn't be loosing to a green as a cucumber newbie.

THAT'S what worries me!

I lose to the ones that I probably should lose to, not a problem. But for a guy like me with TWENTY YEARS in the business to lose to someone that's barely had twenty minutes in it? I don't mean any disrespect to Miles but that SHOULDN'T happen.

Yeah, I've said I'm leaving here and while that might not be happening tomorrow..."

He holds up the Batman facemask.

Stephen Callaway
"...I'm still going someday. However if I can't beat a guy that's new to this business, a guy who can count his pro matches on his left hand alone, with the time and experience that I have with my twenty years then it might just be better that I'm going.

But I don't want to end things on such a sour note. I want to win. That's why I've been preparing for everything between five and seven feet. It's why I've been preparing for everything between two and four hundred pounds. That way I'm ready for whatever comes to the ring. Hell, I've been doing this for twenty years, I SHOULD be ready for whatever comes out.

That's why I'm sat here. I'm sat in Jay Sarno Way right next to Cesar's Palace Casino because I am literally betting on myself. No seriously. Met a lad named Toby who runs a probably not legal betting thingy out of the Cesar's Palace kitchens and I've got $10 on me winning. Odds are 20-1 or something.

Point is I NEED to beat Miles Kacey. So I need to root for myself, back myself, support myself. I stand to gain about two hundred, roughly, dead presidents if I do. But not only that I need to show myself that I CAN do this. That my twenty years have been worth it. Because if I can't beat him then my twenty years have been wasted.

And I can't have that."

He puts the Batman facemask back on and stands up. He folds his chair, picks it up and walks out of shot as we fade out.


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Climax Control Archives / Doctor's Appointment
« on: June 26, 2020, 09:17:16 PM »
 As the picture opens we see..

https://nebula.wsimg.com/9756ce3a883e49af0e...0&alloworigin=1

It's Stephen Callaway's psychiatrist: Dr Saxon

"Ah Stephen. Been a while since we spoke."

https://th.bing.com/th/id/OIP.ep15UImjkN2ab...pr=1.25&pid=1.7

"Must have been the turn of the year."

"That's six months ago. A lot has changed."

"Could go out for your morning paper back then."

"I never did. I get mine emailed to me."

"Ooh get you."

Saxon laughs.

"So how have you been handling the Covid-19 thing?"

"You first."

"I've been at home. Me, the wife and our daughter. I've seen some people say they've been bored during the lockdown while I've been having video consultations with my patients."

"What's that been like?"

"While I prefer to talk to patients face to face. I do like sitting in my own home while my wife makes my lunch. You?"

"I'm in a Vegas hotel room. It's a business thing. My wife's back home in Scotland."

"I heard about that. How's it working out for you?"

"We talk most days via these video calls but it's not the same. Time delays and all that."

"Must be a nightmare. That said, it's just after one in the afternoon here so where you are must be..."

"Just after five in the morning."

"Jesus."

"It's alright. My sleep patterns are all over the shop. I'm not doing all that I used to so I'm not tiring like I did. As a result, I'm sat here at five in the morning and I'm not tired."

"I hear you gave your notice."

"I did."

"Why?"

"I just felt it was time. I'm close to forty, I've not been having a ton of great results. Plus I'm not a big fan of those that wrestle into their forties and fifties because they can't walk away from the spotlight or they need the cash. I don't NEED the spotlight. I don't need the money. Rather than hang on longer than I need to looking for wins that are probably not coming, rather than put my body through hell for it or fly across oceans when I'd be better served by staying home, I called it."

"Did the Lockdown influence it?"

"That I'm sat in Vegas and Mrs C is in Scotland doesn't help. But that makes me think that I want to go home. Sat in this fully comped hotel room has given me the time to think 'is all this worth it?'. I might get to the stage that a month after going home that I want to fly off."

"Really?"

"Probably just the wrestler in me. Don't know any different as I've been doing this since I was eighteen. Truth be told, I think if I go home I won't want to come back. Which is what I told them."

"So how long are you here for?"

"Not a clue. I don't hate the company. I've not had a falling out with anyone. So I don't have this need to leave ASAP. I've said that I'll work until the flight bans are lifted. Whenever that may be."

"I see."

"But Sin City Wrestling could decide 'he don't want to be here so let's stop booking him' at anytime. Thought they had after the recent PPV. Thought it was going to be like The Terminal where I can't go home and can't compete either."

"How did you feel when you thought you had been dropped?"

"I don't know. I like competing for them. Feels sometimes like it justifies everything. I get in the ring on a Sunday night, they pay for the room. It gives me something to do when I have a match to prepare for. To be dropped would leave me at a sort of purgatory. Wrestling justifies why I'm here. Take wrestling away and I'm away from my family so I can sit in a hotel room and watch Disney plus or on demand wrestling."

"You have a match this week?"

"I do."

"And? Who is it? How are you preparing?"

"It's a guy called Mason Alexander Vanderbilt. Calls himself 'The MAV'."

"The what?"

"Also calls himself the President of Professional Wrestling."

"Sounds like I'm talking to the wrong member of the roster. I could spend the next year talking to him about his over inflated sense of self esteem."

"Ha ha. Born with a silver spoon, expensive schools, went to the army."

"One of those?"

"Yep. I'm actually surprised he's not British. He even ran for congress. Didn't make it though. Probably would have in the UK. This has David Cameron all over him."

"Oh Jesus not him."

"Don't knock ol' Dave. Better than Boris and his busses."

Stephen holds up a sheet of paper and reads from it.

"My bad. Says here he came out of the army and became a super model. Ran for Congress. When that failed he decided to get punched in his super model face and became a wrestler."

"Any good?"

"Yes and no. Three years in the business and he's still a grassy cucumber. But his military training will give him some athletic decency."

"One of those that do assault courses in thirty seconds."

"Yeah."

"Probably looks at you as a fodder opponent, there to be beaten."

"Yep."

"Well good luck to him on his win."

"Yeah."

beat

"Hey!"

"You did say that you've not had a good run of results."

"I'm sure that's what WAV is banking on."

"MAV."

"Him too. But there's no guarantee I'll lose. On paper, my chances are low but we don't wrestle on paper. We wrestle on canvas. He could go out there and be totally unprepared because he thinks he can beat me while putting in little effort. His inexperience could be his undoing given that I've been doing this for damn near twenty year. I could win."

"Well I hope you do. However, our time is up. I have another patient and you should get some sleep."

"I'll try. Goodnight doctor."

We see Stephen Callaway look at something to the left of the camera and we go black.


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Supercard Archives / King For The Day Match
« on: June 05, 2020, 09:58:08 PM »
 We see Stephen Callaway sitting on a metal folding chair in a park. As the picture rests on him, Stephen Callaway throws confetti and streamers at the camera.

Stephen Callaway
"A couple of days ago I celebrated my birthday. A year ago I would have been surrounded by my brothers, my sister, my parents and my wife. The other day I sat with a strawberry muffin on my own. It's moments like that, that make me want to go home.      

Via Titter, Ben Jordan told me that any time I want a shot at him all I have to is ask. Presuming he gets past Mark Cross I guess. And I got to admit, I'm tempted to take him up on that.

But if I do, the rest of Sin City will probably start moaning again about getting handed a shot I don't deserve. Again.

Then if I don't, the same people will probably say that I don't care and half ass what I do.

See O'Malley thinks I don't care or give one hundred percent effort. And that's where he's wrong. It's just O'Malley I don't care about.

See I was sat on the bog the other with the laptop on my knee. OK I was watching Ashes To Ashes on Netflix and I must have hit a wrong button or something and his video popped up. At first I thought it was spam or an advert. Turns out I'd accidentally loaded the Sin City website when I sat the laptop down before reaching for the TP.

I had to fast forward. I mean he rambled on for two whole, going nowhere scenes.

But here's the thing. I watch my opponent's matches before a match. It's just a scouting thing. I prepare for a match by knowing what my opponent is likely to bring. I watch to see their strengths and weaknesses.

But when it comes to rambling on and on and on, I'm sorry, you lost me. I don't need to hear you talk, I don't care that much about you.

That's not me not caring for the company. It's me not caring enough about my opponent. See I watched your promo and I didn't give a shit.

Literally.

I had to switch it off just so I could finish my business on the bog.

I look at the King For A Day Match as me versus five people that are going to try and stop me. It doesn't really matter to me who they are. It could be Griffin Hawkins or Mark Cross or even Ben Jordan himself. I want to win, my opponents are going to try to stop me. They want to win, I have to stop them.

Do the names really matter?

Maybe it's because I'm old?

I'm that old that I've forgotten who they are. I mean I'm not even 40 yet and am somehow a high risk of breaking my hip. Apparently.

That said, it's a Six Man Ladder Match. The chance of injury is high. Doesn't matter if I'm 20, 60 or any number in the middle.

Some 18 year old kid fresh out of the training school could easily get an injury that ends his career in a match like this.

Now here's the thing. O'Malley and the others want to call me old. Nah, I'm not old. I'm older. I come with experience. This is not my first Ladder Match. It might be my last, but it's not my first. I know how to get back up.

If only I had a dollar for everytime I got hit by a move or a weapon that should have kept me down.

If only I had a dollar for every wrestler that said they were going to knock me down for good.

No wait, I do. That's how at not even forty, I can walk away. While O'Malley can't. Nah, he'll be here deep into his fifties because he needs the spotlight. He LIVES for the spotlight.

I'll be at Into The Void looking to be King For A Day. O'Malley will be there thinking he'll be king for the rest of HIS days.      

I know when to pick my spots and when to let someone else crash and burn. I also know I can come out and talk. I'm not like O'Malley rambling on and filling the website with fast forward fodder. I know how long I can talk before the fan at home loses interest in me and presses the "X" in the corner of the page. You should learn it sometime.

4.....

3......

2........."

We fade to black.  

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Supercard Archives / King For The Day Match
« on: May 28, 2020, 11:13:48 PM »
 Stephen Callaway sits on a straw chair facing the camera with a large "Into The Void" banner pinned to the wall behind him as the scene opens

Stephen Callaway
"I have something I need to say. I want to say it here and now before there are links all over the internet and social media to dirtsheets. There's no point wading through a sea of ads to read what I'm going to say.

I want you to hear it from me first.

The other day someone from Sin City did indeed contact me. I'm not going to give you a blow by blow. But I will give you the finish: I am not leaving Sin City right now.

However, when the flight ban is lifted, be it two weeks, two months or even two decades from now, I will go home and I will be staying there. I will not be returning to Sin City Wrestling.

Now, with states reopening and many parts of the world doing the same, I expect my leave will be sooner rather than later even if I don't know how soon or how late."

He takes a drink of something from a white china cup.

Stephen Callaway
"Anyone that knows me or has paid attention to my ramblings on here, in other feds or on Twitter, at Callaweasy2220, will know I'm fairly vocal about the crap I don't like in this business. One of those is all over the internet.

Retirements.

Like that guy that "retired" nine years ago due to injury but is somehow not injured.

Or the guy that spells his surname with one letter missing from my own. That guy that was wrestling in a high profile company in this business on the day I discovered wrestling way back in 1991 and STILL hasn't retired.

I don't want to be like them.  

I don't want to get to my 50's and 60's and still be wrestling when I really shouldn't be. I know there are some that need the money or some that can't step away from the fame and the spotlight or some that want a perfect moment to go out on.

That's not me.

I don't need the money. By that I don't mean I've got a ton of it and I'm second only to the Amazon dude. What I mean is I'm comfortable. I don't NEED to stay for money.

I don't need the spotlight. OK I'm in a business where it shines and damn it I'll dance when it shines on me but I don't crave it like some others do.

What I've come to realise is that I want to go home. I want to have that time to be with my friends and my family. If I go now I can be with them or I can pop in to the training facility I work with and have some matches with them while my body is still good enough to do so.

I'm a couple of steps away from 40 and in a few days I blow out candles to show I'm even closer to it. This hotel room, the results I've had here in Sin City it's all telling me that it's time to go."

He takes another drink from the China mug as he looks at the banner behind him.

Stephen Callaway
"Into The Void. Ironic, isn't it? Here I am about to head into a void of sorts and piss off home and what could be the last pay per view I work is called Into The Void.

Even more ironic than that is the match it involves. A Ladder Match. Me, Christina Rose, Tallyn.... no, hang on"

He stands up and reaches behind the camera. As he does we get a close up of the Batman symbol on his t-shirt. He sits back down.

Stephen Callaway
"Sorry about that, page had moved. Where was I? Oh yes!

A Ladder Match. Me and five other guys competing for a chance to run the show. Literally run the show. I, if I were to win, would be the King For A Day, Or the GM, the commissioner, the booker, the boss... pick your favourite.

For a day.

That means that I could potentially spend my last day here in Sin City as the boss of everything and everyone. Never mind the hullaballoo about getting a Roulette Title match I didn't deserve.

I could book myself to face the Heavyweight Champion of the entire company. Best thing is nobody can do a damn thing to stop me!

Benny Jordan and Mark Cross probably don't give a flying fuck about me right now. Understandable, granted. But I'm a ladder climb and they are a title win away from me standing opposite them in a few weeks.

What if I win that one?

I could be flying home with the Sin City World Heavyweight Championship in my suitcase. I could be taking it home with me and none of the two of us will be coming back.

That's a real cat in among the birdies isn't it?

Who knows, maybe I've been sat here waiting for the perfect moment to royally fuck this entire company.

Or it's completely by chance.

Either way, if this is one of the last times I sit here, it's been fun. Being in this company has been fun.

Until then, I'll be here.

See you in a week."

He stands up and walks out of shot.



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Climax Control Archives / El Monstruo de la Oscuridad
« on: May 08, 2020, 07:35:23 PM »
 We see Stephen Callaway sitting in a bath. There's no water in it and he's fully clothed.

Stephen Callaway
"A couple of weeks ago, I sat in this hotel room. I sat on the bed and I talked about how I was questioning my future here in Sin City. Remember that? Few days later, I watched Climax Control. I wanted to hear if Commentary said something about it.

And what did they talk about?

A FAILED MMA GUY!!!

And yeah, he's a failed MMA guy. Show me one ex-MMA guy in pro wrestling that isn't a fail! Brock Lesnar was a UFC Champion. As soon as he started losing he packed up and went to wrestling. Ronnie Rousey was all dominating in UFC but no sooner did she get a kicking that she went missing from MMA and turned up in wrestling.

Commentary decided 'let's call Callaway a dumb dumb'.

Either that or management decided it and told commentary through their headsets. Either way it's not really a message of 'please don't go' is it?

Callaway's thinking about going, so let's call him stupid.

That being said, I said it in a video that went up on their website roughly two weeks ago. Did I get the boss at my hotel room? Did I get an email, a text, a tweet, a PM, a DM or a phone call?

No.

You know what I got?

FUCK ALL!!!

I basically threatened to leave the company the second I can fly home and this company did jack shit! Not one message though any of the communication means at our disposal to see what is shoot and what isn't.

But no.  

If the wrestling boot was on the other foot, I'd be in contact with them. Hell, a few weeks ago I got wind that one of the trainees in SML was thinking about quitting. First thing I did was send her a DM. We spoke about why she wanted to go and what problems she had. We spoke about what we at SML could, and probably should, be doing.

She decided to stay.

Sin City, by their lack of communication, are all but saying 'Go'

Or at least that's how it feels to me."

He gets out of the bath and sits on the toilet, lid down.

Stephen Callaway
"Even if I want to go, I can't. There's a flight ban so there's nowhere to go.

So I'll be on Climax Control this week. I'll be taking on El Dark. I'm sure that translates from Mexican to English as something cool like 'The Monster from the Darkness' rather than something bland like 'the dark'.

But in all seriousness, I'm actually looking forward to him. A Mexican Wrestler just a handful of pounds up from a cruiserweight should be a good match.

But here's the thing. My gig here is to talk about the match and hype it so that come Sunday you want to watch it. Now normally I read the guy's bio on the website, maybe watch a few matches to get a feel for him so that I've got plenty to come out here and say.

But there's little or nothing about him. The guy only joined in April, presumably he drove here. So there's not a lot to watch.

His bio says he's never had a title, he's new to wrestling, he's from New York (which confused me as earlier it says he's from Mexico) and he's born in 2001.

What can I say to that?

Seriously? I mean 2001 make him..... 19? He can't have a lot of experience. Hell Ann from SML probably has more experience. Maybe instead of "The Dark" he should be "The Green" or "El Verde" if you want to go with the Mexican translation.

I got that his entrance involves him being carried to the ring on a cross like Jesus. Fandabidoze, I've got another fruit basket that thinks he's some religious deity. Must be something in the water.

But maybe that's the point. Sin City won't talk to me so they send El Dark. I beat him and it's 'Dumb Dumb Callaway got a pity win over the non experienced guy' or if I lose it's 'Dumb Dumb Callaway can't even beat the inexperienced Mexican guy.'

The thing is I have a lot of thinking to do. If Lockdown restrictions are going to be slowly lifted it may soon be a case of piss or... "

He stands up and walks out of shot.


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Climax Control Archives / Contemplation
« on: April 24, 2020, 01:21:45 PM »
 We see Stephen Callaway sitting on the bed in a hotel room.

Stephen Callaway
"You want to hear an irony? I was reading on the Sin City website the other day and it says that 'Stephen Callaway is not a man to just to lay down and call it quits'.

However as I sit here, I find myself at a point of crisis.

See, I don't know if it's because I'm bored looking at this hotel room day after day or if it's something else. But I've been sat here for the last few days questioning, when I can go home, if I should go home and never come back.

Maybe I'm getting the message.

I can't win the Roulette Title. I can't win a number one contender match for said Roulette Title and I can't win the vast majority of my matches here in Sin City. My opponents love pointing out my win loss record. The marks on the internet and even those I would meet in public are all to willing to point it out.

So if, forgive the random numbers, I'm the twenty second best guy in a twenty five man roster what's to keep me here?

It's no secret that I'm close to forty. Most sports I watch they start subtly suggest it's time to retire if you turn thirty never mind forty. I mean when I was twenty, I'd fly all over and take loss after loss after loss. Yes the pay was shit and it probably cost more on gas than I was paid but I did it to gain the experience. These days I have the experience. Granted this is a business where I could live to three hundred and four and probably still learn something, but you get my point. Plus, I'll be honest because of where I live it's a three day weekend just to make a twenty minute match.

So I'm begining to wonder if it's worth taking three days a week out of my life, flying across oceans just to get a kicking and lose again and again."

He takes a drink from a mug with a picture of Elvis on it.

Stephen Callaway
"I don't know when this Covid thing will end. But let me paint a scenario. IF all the restrictions start getting lifted over May. IF I get to go home on June third. IF Sin City decide to give us a month or so off with our families while the world slowly gets back to normal. IF they announce the first card with a crowd will take place on the twenty second of July in, I don't know, Chicago or something. I can say right now that I've probably got an 80% chance that I'll lose that match. And that match is three or so months from now.

So why should I come back for it?

Where's the motivation to come back for it?

I'd have to leave my home, at the latest, on the twenty first. Maybe the twentieth to properly avoid jet lag. I have my match on the twenty second and then I won't get home until the twenty third. I'll be tired, I'll be sore and I'll probably come back with a loss.

So why should I do it?

I'm not going to quit right now. I can't go home. There's travel bans all over the place. Thus this fucking hotel. So I'm going to be with Sin City for the next month, six months, year, however long this Covid thing and the flight bans continue.

After that I don't know. Maybe I'll feel better about things by the time the flight ban is lifted. Maybe once I've seen my friends, my family I'll be in a much happier mood. Maybe it's the depression talking and I'll be better once life returns to something resembling normal."

Another drink from the mug.

Stephen Callaway
"Maybe I need to get some wins to make me feel better. Maybe this is my low point before I hit that run of form that leads to me fighting for the Sin City Title come December To Dismember.

Maybe that run of form will start this Sunday with Tiberius."

He sits forward closer to the camera.

Stephen Callaway
"Hate to be the one to break it to you mate, but there's clearly no God."

He leans back to where he was.

Stephen Callaway
"If there was, I doubt he'd be making his people live through this Corona virus. He certainly wouldn't be killing off the thousands that have died as a result of Covid-19. I'll even admit as sure as I sit here, I have prayed to him. Yet the fact that I sit here is proof that he either doesn't exist or is flat out ignoring me.

So what does that make you?

I'll tell you what. I've sat here and I'm pondering my future here in Sin City possibly due to a depression. But you? You've gone full on loco. Believing in some god that clearly doesn't exist. HA! The difference between you and my brother is he grew out of his imaginary friend as soon as his age hit double digits.

That said even before the Jesus cosplay took hold you were probably one of those lunatics that quoted 'the good book'. The damn thing is a joke! Most of the shit my 86 year old grandmother said, she was told by the Political Correct brigade she couldn't. Yet you and every other freak out there wants to tell my friends they can't live the life they want with who they please based on some book that was written fuck knows how many hundreds of years ago.

I may not be getting the results I want but maybe I'm at the low point of my own curve. Maybe it starts with Tiberius and I rise through the ranks that come 'July' I can't wait to come back because I'm riding such a wave of momentum. Plus I get to beat up some religious nut who is so willing to get into the ring and compete on his sabbath day of rest. Hypocrite.

So join me on Sunday for what may be the start of my farewell tour, what may be the start of my rise to the Sin City Title or what may just be a damn good wrestling match that you can watch when there's fuck all else on."

He walks over to the camera and the picture cuts out.


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Supercard Archives / CALEB STORMS v KEDRON WILLIAMS v STEPHEN CALLAWAY
« on: April 10, 2020, 10:19:01 PM »
 We see Stephen sitting on a sofa in his hotel room.

Stephen Callaway
"Most weeks I'll sit here and talk about my week. Maybe I'll be out shopping and see something that inspires me so I'll sit and talk about that. Maybe I'll have seen something on TV that inspires me instead.

However, much like last week, I've spent most of this one sat in this fucking hotel room.

Now I get the whole 'bigger picture' of it all, but my week has been training as good as I can do, Netflix, Sky Go, Disney whatzit and a Wrestling on demand Network. There's been fuck all happening! I've not gone out, not been able to! Nothing on the TV that can't go half an hour without saying Corona!

But my job is to sit here and inspire YOU to order the pay per view. So what can I say?"

He takes a drink of some green liquid from a glass.

Stephen Callaway
"A year or so ago I left a company. Don't matter what one it doesn't affect the story. After a while I was happy. I'd chat with the wife, I sat watching the TV. I'd play video games, mosey to the shops. I was busy training the new generation in SML.

For a while I didn't need to be on TV. I'm not one of those fifty plus year old guys that can't walk away from the spotlight despite their bodies falling to bits because the need the spotlight or the money to cover their alcohol problems and three other failed marriages.

When the offer to go to Sin City came in I was this close to turning it down."

He holds his hand to the camera to show his thumb and forefinger about a centimetre apart.

Stephen Callaway
"But then it was the competition that called me back. Putting my skills up against others in competition. And yes, sometimes I lose. But I, unlike 80% of my opponents who focus on my losses, choose to look at it like 'on this night that guy was better than me'. We have a damn talented roster here in Sin City. Why should I be able to beat them all. For that matter show me one wrestler in the business today that has a 100% undefeated streak.

Because there will be matches that I win and mathes I'll lose. The trainer in me, the wrestling fan in me, the wrestler in me can see that there's plenty to learn in victory just the same as there is plenty, some would argue more, to learn in defeat."

He touches parts of his neck with his finger.

Stephen Callaway
"I'll need to go wash my hands now after that but Caleb, for someone that's apparently had his head kicked off, I seem to be very much still attached and, more importantly, alive. So why don't you come and you try? Knock me down and KEEP me down! Over the years the amount of times I've gotten up when I'm knocked down, I've been more persistant than Tubthumping. If I had a dollar for everytime someone has said they were going to knock me down and keep me down, I'd be able to buy this fucking hotel and the rest of the damn state! If I had a dollar for everyone that said they were going to knock me down and keep me down and actually did it, I'd be begging on the street!

But I feel I'm ignoring Kedron. See Keddy  wants to call me a...  what was it?"

He lifts up a sheet of paper.

Stephen Callaway
"A so-called ring veteran who is still living vicariously through his own glory days. Of which are long since past."

He rolls the sheet of paper into a ball and throws it over his shoulder where it hits the wall.

Stephen Callaway
"Much like a guy I watched the other week, I have more matches behind me than I have in front of me. I'm a fart away from 40 of couse my best days are probably behind me. But, as a wise man once said 'it's better to be a legend of yesterday than a star that never was'. I've been in this business for the better part of twenty years. I've amassed a career full of championships and accomplishments. But you? They could run an episode of Climax Control in Salem, Mass. They could put you in the main event and even make you the number one contender to the Sin City Title. Yet the second you step through the curtain, the crowd would be like 'who the fuck's this guy?'

Yes I got handed a title match that it could be argued I didn't earn, I covered that last week. But at least when I was put in the marquee match, I sold tickets. I was on Reporting Scotland and Scotland Today and a bunch of radio shows. You make such an impression that we work in the same damn company and I still had to Google you. Granted all I got from them was the gif of Elmo shrugging his shoulders. I mean you got into this match by... "

He picks up another sheet of paper. He reads it while having another drink of the green liquid.

Stephen Callaway
"Just says here you were thrown into the match. I've been here six months. I'm older than you. I've been in this business longer than you. Hell I'm at the point that I've not wrestled in three weeks yet I'm still suffering pain. In the last week alone I've dealt with pain going up one arm, pain in the fingers of my other hand and a leg that I can't stand on for too long. And Ill probably still get more bookings this year alone than you.

So if you want to try and keep me down too in a bid to see if even that makes a name for you, you're welcome to try. I can turn this hotel room into a glorified hospital bed until the airports open again. Hell I've been sat watching more TV than I probably should be for the last three weeks anyway and will probably be laying here for the next couple of months as it is. At least if someone could put me out of action for a bit, I wouldn't have to bother with working out.

But work out I do. Because I have you pair. See, I'd love to win at Blaze Of Glory. One because, as I said at the start, I enjoy that feeling of competition. Pitting my skills and experience against you and yours.

Two, because it proves that despite my age, my injuries and my not brilliant win loss record that not only can I still hang with the younger talent such as yourselves, that I can BEAT said talent such as yourselves.

And finally C because it would be just so damn funny that the ones banging on about me being handed opportunities, accusing me of living off my past and threatening to kick my head off can't beat me.

Now if you excuse me, I touched my neck so I have to go wash my hands. So, until Blaze Of Glory, Hakuna Matata!"    

He holds his hands up and smiles as we fade out.

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Supercard Archives / CALEB STORMS v KEDRON WILLIAMS v STEPHEN CALLAWAY
« on: April 02, 2020, 09:56:50 PM »
 We see Stephen Callaway sitting on the bed in a hotel room.

Stephen Callaway
"Ever gotten to that point where you've got so much on your mind, so much you want to say but don't know where to begin?

That's me.

A few weeks ago now I stood in the ring. I was in the main event of a Climax Control episode. I was a ten minute car ride away from my home and I felt, going in, on top of the damn world

Right now I'd kill to be a ten minute car ride from my home.

In the weeks since my match in Hamilton, the world has all but stopped. Businesses are either closing due to health reasons or closing for good. Schools have shut. Sport has all but ground to a halt as everything from football to motor racing, tennis to The Olympics is either cancelled or postponed. You can't go to McDonalds for a burger. You can't meet your friend and go for a wander round the mall.

I can't go home.

I'm sat here in a hotel room. I'm miles from my family. I'm in a different country from my family. I'm in a state that I'm not completely familiar with. I'd kill to be ten minutes away.

But in a way it's all OK.

Because I know the position I'm in. I'm not sat at home cooped up. I'm not facing up to the possibility of unemployment. I can go out and do my job. I can go out and take what frustrations I have out on my opponents.

If I'm pissed off at being away from my home and family, I can take it out on Kedron Williams. I'm pissed off at the lack of football or tennis, I can kick the crap out of Caleb Storm."

He takes a drink from a white china cup.

Stephen Callaway
"The last time I competed for the Roulette title, they all said I wasn't ready. That I was handed it just because of where we were.  

And you know what? Maybe I was.

Weren't expecting that were you?

But maybe I was handed it. If I was it was good business. The second I was put in a main event title match, we sold more tickets, sold more merch, got more ratings. There was some other company back in January that had a Scot win a big match in their company. Suddenly the internet was full of Scots in bars cheering. Suddenly the world was full of 'you deserve it'. Well it was until Corona came over and fucked it.

The point is that it made sense to hand me that shot. It made sense to put me in a main event spot in my home town.

However, this time it's up to me.

This time I head to Blaze Of Glory and it's on me. I have to go out there and earn it. We're not going to be going to Scotland anytime soon. No. We're stuck here in Las fucking Vegas. I'm not going to get title shots handed to me because I'm the hometown hero when I can't even go home!

I want the Roulette Title, I have to earn it. It may be an empty ass arena in what would probably have been Florida but I still need to go out there and earn it. Prove myself. I need to show that I may have been handed a shot but I can earn one. It don't matter if I'm going to be competing in an empty gym in the basement of the hotel I'm sat in. It don't matter if it's against Griffin Hawkins in a rematch or if it's against Jack Russow. So I need to go out there and I need to beat not one, but two opponents. I need to take all the anger I've got, all the frustrations I've got and I need to dish it out on Caleb Storm like a Tornado and blow him out of my way. I need to dish it out on Kedron Williams so that it's not Corona that put him in hospital it's me."

Another drink from the china cup.

Stephen Callaway
"But right now I want to give a message to anyone watching me right now.

Stay at home.

To all those who had good jobs a few months ago, that all of a sudden are stuck at home with their kids because the school won't keep them, only for bosses to decide on a temporary closure. To all those suddenly trying to feed a family and pay bills on unemployment money. To all those who have watched every Darkwing Duck on Disney Plus and every Tiger what's his name on Netflix: Stay in and watch me.

I go out so that you don't. I'm going out there to give you new content so that those on imposed isolation, on self isolation or those just bored at the endless re-runs have something to do.

Don't go wandering off to parks in your thousands because you want fresh air. Open a damn window and stay the fuck at home! The sooner you all say home, the sooner we can curve the PPE or whatever and I can go home.

Can't watch the hockey then watch the Mighty Ducks. Can't watch the soccer then kick one around your fucking garden but go no further THAN your garden. You want to see crowds at a Sin City show then stay the fuck indoors! Because the more of you that stay in, the quicker we'll all get to go out!

You see I'm not going to an empty arena to put on a half ass match just so I can  get through it safely and back to the hotel. If I'm getting out then I'm going to make it worth my while. I'm going to Blaze Of Glory so I can blaze my path to the Roulette Title. I'm going to give it everything I have not just for me but for all you at home to give you something worth watching.

So stay in and watch me. Cheer me, boo me. Throw your popcorn at the TV and wash your hands after if it makes you feel better but just watch me.

We can beat this.

Just like I'm going to beat Caleb Storm and Kedron Williams."

He smiles at the camera as he fades out.
 

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Climax Control Archives / Wrestler versus Fighter
« on: March 20, 2020, 08:01:20 PM »
 Stephen Callaway sit's in a beige room lit up by a lamp as it's late at night.

Stephen Callaway
"Well I lost. A few weeks ago I was the number one contender to the Roulette Title against Griffin Hawkins in the main event of Climax Control in my home town just a ten minute car ride from my home.

It was all there on a silver plate and I still failed.

I sat in the Hamilton Accies dressing room that night and I felt about as bottom as they come.

Then I wasn't booked for a few weeks.

Was it because I failed? Was it because of a simple rotation thing where not every Sin City contracted athlete can appear on every show? Probably the latter. I hope it is anyway. But either way it gave me time to rest up and lick my wounds. Granted some cuts and bruises were harder to reach than others, but it gave me time to heal, to rest, to think about if I'm really ready for this."

He stops talking to drink from a mug with "World's Best Wrestler" written on it.

Stephen Callaway
"Then I got booked against Ferns. Ferns? Ferris? Fenis? And yeah he's apparently said some pretty mean things. Some of which were true. Probably. But it wasn't what he said that got me.

No.

It's what he did.

A failed MMA guy. See, he goes to MMA. It's not my thing, but if it's yours and you want to go there you do you. He cobbles together a meh career. Speaking of, have a word with who ever you got to compose your bio as he can't count. Three EliteXL Title losses plus A OK is four losses making it: 8/4/2.

But I digress.

Ferns has a meh career in MMA before he rage quits and storms out. SO what does he do? Comes to wrestling.

What is it with wrestling? Fail at MMA, go to wrestling. Fail in the NFL, go to wrestling. Fail at Basketball, go to wrestling. Fail at E-sports go to wrestling. What's next? Fail at tiddlywinks, go to wrestling?

So he goes to wrestling. He then wins the Sin City title and thinks this means he's the best. It doesn't. I'm a former six time heavyweight champion and it means nothing. I looked at the stats and you've had a grand total of two matches in 2020. Where you been man? I get rotating the roster but wrestling twice in three months?

That a thing with you ex MMA guys. Wrestle one match and piss of for the rest of the month?

Me? I've had five matches and I'd wish it was more. Now I admit the result of those matches were not what I'd have liked them to be. I'm willing to blame them on the fact that Sin City has such an amazing roster that I, as a former six time heavyweight champion, can't pick up many wins.

That said Fenis, I see our match at Climax Control as one that could go either way. I know a lot more holds and wrestling moves than you do. Hell, I've prolly forgotten more moves than you will ever know.

Yet you probably know your way round a body better than I do. You know how to manipulate joints better than I will even with the amount of wrestling moves I know. You will probably hit harder with your bare tootsies than I will do with my taped up fists.

Ferny, I'll admit it. I'm excited to find out if I have what it takes to beat you or not. I'm excited to get in that ring, be it in front of five people, five thousand or five million and find out if you are as good as you like to think you are or if you're just a flash in the pan pretending to be a wrestler until you're shown up for being the fraud you are.

And what would that make you? You see Finton, you've come in here and you've won the Sin City Title. You're probably sat right now mocking me for my lack of winning here in Sin City.

So what happens if I win? If I'm the loser that can't win, what are you if you can't beat me?"

He leans forward obviously switching the camera off and we plunge to black.



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Climax Control Archives / At home in a Paradise City
« on: February 28, 2020, 03:26:59 PM »
 
We see Stephen Callaway sitting in a supermarket parking lot on an up-turned supermarket trolley. A brown wooden fence behind him.

Stephen Callaway
"A while ago I was in the market for a new place to go. I had recently parted ways with my old company and was in talks with a few different federations. I spoke with UK feds, East Coast feds, West Coast feds. I even spoke with a company that wanted to have rounds within a pro wrestling contest.

There was one company I'd been talking with and I took the time to look at the roster. After all, a champion is only as good as his contenders. If the company was full of green athletes and no-hopers then how does that make me look if when I compete against them. What if I beat them and win the title? There's no prestige if you're the champion in a land of broken toys.

I scanned the roster and I saw the name 'Griffin Hawkins'. I knew Griffin. We had a few mutual friends and acquaintances. We started chatting on Twitter and spoke about music and wrestling. We still do. I knew when I saw that Griffin was here that that company was a reputable company to go to.

So I signed for Sin City.

I knew sooner or later that we'd cross paths here in Sin City. Anyone that's been listening to me sit and ramble to these cameras on a near weekly basis will have heard me banging on about how I want to fight for the Sin City Title at December To Dismember 2020. And I'll be honest. I thought that would be where we crossed paths.

I thought of it like a triangle, I always have an Angle after all, with him working his way up one side and me working up the other until only one can be at the summit of Sin City in a match that's decided at December To Dismember. So in that respect, I'm about nine months early."

He stops talking to watch a trolley collector pushing supermarket trolleys in the supermarket's parking lot where he sits.

Stephen Callaway
"From the hallway window in my home I can see New Douglas Park in Hamilton Scotland. New Douglas Park is a ten, fifteen minute drive from my home. I have even walked from my home to New Douglas Park and back many times over the years.

New Douglas Park sits on the other side of the fence behind me."

He points behind him at the fence with his thumb.

Stephen Callaway
"To say that this week's Climate Control is going to be in my backyard is an understatement. Hometown is one thing. I know Hamilton like the back of my hand. From the lawyer's office just along the road from here that Mrs C works in. To the supermarkets that I have shopped in, to the street I was sick in. To the one nightclub that I have been in. To the cinema just a five minute walk from here where I have sat in and seen every Batman movie since Batman Begins. I have lived, I have loved and I have worked all over Hamilton. Hell, I even once worked in this dammed car park! It could even be said that I built this city!

On Sunday night, my family will be here. Aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews, children of cousins, wives and husbands of cousins and their sister Christian. My mum, my dad and my brothers will be here. Friends will be here. My damn best friend will be here along with his family. My neighbours will be here. People I haven't seen since school will be here. People I've met over the years from the shops I go to, to the friends I've met will all be here.

And for me that brings pressure. I'm fine sat watching my brother collecting supermarket trolleys. But in a couple of days he and everyone else will be sitting in the stadium behind me. They will be filling that stadium and me the hometown, local jukebox hero of a local lad will be wanted, dead or alive by a good 90% of them to go into that main event and come out of it victorious.

Over Griffin Hawkins.

In the main event

In my hometown

For the Roulette Title."

He goes quiet for a moment as he thinks about all that. His eyes watch his brother, the trolley collector.

Stephen Callaway
"To face Griffin in the main event is pressure. To compete in my hometown, to compete in the home stadium of the Hamilton Accies is pressure. To compete for a title, any title, is pressure. To compete for the Internet Title like I did a couple of weeks ago at My Bloody Valentine was pressure. I put myself under a lot of pressure with my speeches about getting up every time I got knocked down to the point I sounded like Chumbawamba stuck on repeat.

That said I did try in the ladder match. Any time I got knocked down I did pull myself back up. Only problem was that as I was pulling myself back to my feet, Austin Mercer was pulling himself up the ladder and I couldn't stop him in time. It's fine. I like to think that some day down the line somewhere, I'll get my rematch. Does it even count as a rematch if it's a one on one?  

But if I don't win this Sunday?

That's failure.

I could beat Griffin next month or next year. It won't be here in Hamilton. It won't be in front of God and Buddha knows how many friends and family. IT won't be my equivalent of Wembley Stadium.

If I don't win this Sunday then I fail in front of everyone. I fail to win the Roulette Title. I fail to win in the main event. I fail to beat Griffin Hawkins. I fail to win here in Hamilton.

It's one thing to lose a match, harden my heart and come back stronger for the next one but it's another when the stakes are as high as they are for me this Sunday.

Griffin, I have to come at you with everything I have and you'll have to hit me with your best shot to stop me. Because to win it, to stand victorious in the main event holding the Roulette Title above my head will be more than words. It'll be heaven."

He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a bottle of banana milkshake that he drinks.

Stephen Callaway
"Griffin, this Sunday you're either flying into Glasgow airport and wondering how the fuck you get to Hamilton or you're going to be waking up all jet lagged in the Premier Inn Motel with no idea how to go from there to Douglas Park. This Sunday you will be the one flying in to a place you don't know. You'll be jet lagged and tired having sat for god knows how long on a flight over the Atlantic to the point that a twenty odd minute match becomes a four day weekend away.

Me, I'll be waking up in my own bed in my own home. I'm so close to the venue that I can walk there using the back streets and short cuts that nobody else in Sin City will find.

Griffin, for a while I was bothered about the pressure of facing you. You in the main event. You in the main event for the Roulette Title. You in the main event for the Roulette Title in my hometown.

But then it hit me. I'll be the one walking in to the match fresh as a daisy and spurned on by a crowd willing me to win. As opportunities go, I couldn't ask for a better one. So this Sunday, I'm going to rock you like a hurricane and you'll find out that this rose has a thorn as it rips that Roulette Title from your grasp.

See you Sunday. Hope the crowd doesn't put you off."

He waves at the camera as we fade out.


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