[Calvin Harris]

 

ACT I: The Game Of Life.

Standing directly in the mirror of the walk in closet. Calvin proceeded to make sure that his tie was on straight. It was all black and went perfectly with the grey suit that he had on. What was the special occasion some would say? Well, less than twenty four hours ago. Calvin was informed that he along with his wife would be basically investigated. They had been working on making Alessandra’s daughter legally his daughter. All the paperwork had been filled out for the adoption. They were doing everything by the book. Then a judge decided that someone needed to inspect their home to see if it was the right decision to be made before he signed off to make the adoption legal.

Truth be told the fact that they were being investigated kind of rubbed him the wrong way. In fact it honestly pissed him off. Regardless of Alessandra’s past, she was a great mother. If they didn’t feel VP was safe in her care, they would have taken her long ago. Then add in the fact that he was more or less the subject of said investigated helped with the frustration. Sure, he would never claim to be a saint. However he had never done anything that would ever make him a criminal and this felt very much like that’s how he was being treated. Nevertheless for the sake of that little girl he loved he was going to suck it up and play by the rules. Stepping out from the walk in closet, he called out to Alessandra who was in the bathroom.

CALVIN HARRIS: You know a suit really isn’t that causal and is going to make me look like I’m trying too hard. I really think my birthday suit would be more fitting.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: So help me, I WILL kill you. I'm not even joking.

She called out from the bathroom, her hands taking hold of her pale blonde hair, twisting the bun around and around while her fingers meticulously tried to work the signature aqua blue ends underneath the bun and out of sight. It was a fool's game, and she knew that, but it made her feel more comfortable. That was the placebo effect. The tattooed Seattle-born native had been put completely out of her element. She was normally in a big band shirt, tights, and boots with spikes and chains; today, that could not be the case. No, today, she'd have to be toned down. Her heavy, black goth makeup was toned down to a thin layer of eyeliner and her upper body was hidden in a pink sweater combination with a pressed white collar shirt underneath, the sleeves just long enough to hide her hand tattoos under the material. A pair of light blue jeans with a light flare to them went to the socks of her feet. Her hands went to her hips, frowning.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: I haven't been THIS nervous since Catholic School... I was almost ready to go full-blown nun but I didn't want them to think that we're fake. Not that this is really me, either...

The former Wondergirl responded, her hand on her growing baby bump while the other supported the small of her back.

CALVIN HARRIS: Love you truly babe.

He looked the pregnant woman up and down. Seeing her so out of her element wasn’t exactly a pretty sight. Now that wasn’t in the sense that she wasn’t pretty, because she was. She always would be in his eyes, but it was more so a situation where this wasn’t her and because it wasn’t her he didn’t approve.

CALVIN HARRIS: But this isn’t you and I hope that we never have to ever have a situation where the two of us are this out of our comfort zone again. We’re not exactly the all-american family. More Roseanne than Full House if you ask me.

He let out a small chuckle.

CALVIN HARRIS: I am almost afraid if we look like this, what you have made our poor daughter go through. She’s probably not even going to want to come out of her room to associate with any of us!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: She sees her dad in spandex looking like a Power Ranger on TV, I think she'll be fine, okay Uncle Jesse?

She teased with a grin, grabbing a pair of thick, horn-rimmed glasses. Unfolding the arms and placing them on her face, she perched the glasses onto her nose and sighed softly. Sighing and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, it didn't take much to leave her winded. She was ultra-protective with her pregnancies, not wanting to over-exert herself.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: And I think it's important to remember that no matter what goes on with this home study... you're her dad. I just hope you keep that in mind, and that that end goal keeps you on your best behavior when the social worker gets here.

CALVIN HARRIS: Had I chose not to be on my best behavior, there isn’t too much you can do about it really. I mean it isn’t like you could chase me. You’d never be able to catch up.

He gave a small smirk, as his way of getting back at her with a tease of his own. He watched as she sat there on the bed aiming to catch his breathe for that moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: But I’m aware at what’s at stake here. I know what’s best for her. You know what’s best for her. So, we’re going to do everything that we can to ensure that this judgmental broad sees just that.

In that moment the bedroom door is pushed open the rest of the way from the small crack that was in it. Course VP came into the room with her grin. This time she was dragging around the very championship belt that he had given to her several months back. It had marker all over it. Stickers all over it. Gems hot glued to her it, thanks to Alessandra’s help. She walked up to them smiling. Calvin kneeled down with a smile of his own.

CALVIN HARRIS: You finally ready to put that on the line and let me have a proper rematch?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Naaah. She's gonna retire as the Living Room Champ. Undefeated! Right, Sailor V?

VP REYNOLDS: Mhm! Momma...

She held her hands up, and the former Nova Wonder smiled, taking the hint. Easing the small girl into her arms, pulling her up into her lap, she pecked the top of the three year old's head. Giving her a loving squeeze, the look on her daughter's face was utter joy, before she glanced at the two with her face scrunching up slightly.

VP REYNOLDS: Why you look weird?

VP asked through a mouth full of white baby teeth. Her small hand clumsily took hold of her mom's sleeve. As a small child with no filter, she could tell the difference in their outfits and demeanor's, even if she didn't have the words for it.

CALVIN HARRIS: Momma doesn’t look weird, sugar.

He interjected and got the small three year old to look in the direction of him. Though she kept glancing back at Alessandra studying seemingly every detail to her mother’s look.

CALVIN HARRIS: It’s just that today is a special day. For you, for me, and for momma. So because it’s a special day, we all have to put on our best clothes and our best smiles. Kind of like when princesses and princes have special days together. They do the same thing. Now all we need to do is make sure that we’re on our best behaviors and I know you’re not going to let me down right? You’re perfect. You’re an angel. Always being good. I know I can count on you.

Almost nonchalantly, the toddler kept her smile, easing back onto the floor and taking hold of the title, dragging it behind her.

VP REYNOLDS: You look weird too.

Alessandra covered her mouth, suppressing her chuckles before she turned her dark gaze up to Calvin for a moment. Her eyes gave it away just how much she was trying to stifle a laugh. Turning her attention to her daughter, she pressed her hands onto her knees.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Sailor V... my adorable little threenager. You have to be extra, super-special good today. Alright? It's really important.

VP REYNOLDS: Okay, momma.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: That's my girl. Do you want to go find something nice to wear and I'll help you get changed and we can do your hair nice and pretty?

A big smile crossed her face, nodding her head. For VP... this was another day. Another game of dress up. As she paraded to the room across the hall, the door was open enough where the tattooed, Seattle-born retired wrestler could keep an eye on her.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Maybe she's right. Maybe you were right. Maybe we're trying way too hard and the social worker is going to know that we're being fake. This isn't how anyone could expect a normal day in our house to be. You look like Rico Suave and I look like a fuckin' nerd... I'm sure our social medias and everything have been scrubbed clean, and I'm sure they know we're wrestlers. We're rough and we're gritty and it's not always the prettiest sight to see.

For a moment or two he just sat there nodding his head a little bit. He knew that he had a point. It was just nice to see that Alessandra was coming around and seeing that his point was correct. In his mind there was no point in trying too hard, there was no point in being everything that they weren’t. That social worker was going to see right through it. Then knowing their luck, just because of how things always worked out for them. Being fake would end up costing them what they wanted the most.

CALVIN HARRIS: It takes a three year old to make us come to our senses.

Chuckling slightly while looking across the hall at where she was. She was deep into her dresser looking around for something to wear. One of the many qualities she had picked up from Alessandra. His gaze shifted back over to her.

CALVIN HARRIS: Way, I see it. We don’t need to be fake and we don’t need to be anything than what we are. There’s nothing that anyone will ever tell me and make me believe that I’m not her father. No judge, no social worker, and no piece of paper will ever stop that.

That tone of voice was not only confident, but comforting. Alessandra just looked back at him starting to slightly nod her head a bit.

CALVIN HARRIS: I say we take this time to change and be ourselves. Fu---

VP REYNOLDS: Don’t say that bad word, dad!

VP had re-entered the room with one of her “best dresses” in hand. All he could do was lean down to his knee again. He embraced the child, swooping her up in his arms, and pressing his lips against her cheek for a small peck. The baby toothed three year old laughed slightly thanks to the tickling of his beard. Two years ago if you would have asked him if he thought he would be a married man, with a stepdaughter, and his own child coming on the way. He would have looked at you like you were crazy, but this was his life now and despite what people might get out of him in a wrestling ring. This was something he wouldn’t trade the world for. It was nice to finally be part of a family and one he could call his own.

ACT II: In Your Feelings.

In less than twenty four hours Sin City Wrestling would be heading to West Wendover, Nevada for Climax Control. It was sure to be a show that not too many people were going to want to miss, especially with everyone gearing up for SCW’s big event of the summer: Summer XXXTreme V. course the big talk of the show this week was the Roulette Championship being on the line. As well as the stacked main event for the vacant World Bombshell Tag Team Championships. Those two matches were seemingly overshadowing the majority of the show. Something that didn’t settle well with someone. Someone that had been stealing the spotlight as of late anyway.

Cue the cameras finding themselves opening up at that moment. The scenery was set with the cameras focused on a beach that wasn’t too far off into the distance. People could be seen lounging around soaking up the sun. Kids could be seen running up and down the beach enjoying themselves. That whole scenery was ruined moments later when the man known as The Martyr of Professional Wrestling entered the picture. Calvin had a pair of all dark sunglasses on shielding his eyes from the sun. A small smirk spread all across his lips. Knowing that he had the attention all on him and being someone that had a rather large mouth. It wasn’t long before he began to speak up.

CALVIN HARRIS: So there’s a rumor flying around. A rumor that I happen to find rather amusing. A rumor that people have bought into. And a rumor that just might get someone looking for the wrong kind of trouble. That someone just happens to be a man by the name of Joshua Acquin.

There was just a brief pause for that moment. It was a name that people with SCW were familiar with, but at the same time it was a name that didn’t have a lot of stock behind it.

CALVIN HARRIS: From the way it has been described to me with this rumor. Joshua, you’re upset about what happened at Into The Void. You’re upset that I supposedly “upstaged” you when I attacked Laki and ended his career before it could began. You’re apparently bitter over the fact that your quick and dominant win was very quickly overshadowed by my abilities to end a man’s career. Now personally, I’m not one to pay attention to rumors. I’m not the one to listen to the rumors. I’m not one to give rumors the time of day. I am better than that and don’t really give a shit about the what ifs. However in this case, there’s this gut feeling that is telling me this isn’t a rumor. Instead it is a fact and that you are bitter about what happened.

Calvin proceeded to lift his sunglasses up from his eyes and rested them on the top of his head for that moment. Why? Well, one could assume it had everything to do with that look in his eyes. They were narrowed a little bit and seemed to have this small hint of rage to them.

CALVIN HARRIS: To be one hundred percent honest with you, Joshua. If you wanted to be mad about this. If you wanted to be bitter about what happened. Then you should have done so in private. It should have never been made public to the point that someone caught wind of it and began to pass it around like a cheap hooker. Had you kept your mouth shut and kept it to yourself, then you wouldn’t have been a target of mine. When I was here the very first time. You were someone that was non-existent. From time to time your name would get brought up, but I never thought of you as anything worth paying attention to. I knew that you were never going to be someone that could ever present a threat or a challenge to me between the ropes. That statement still stands true as far as I’m concerned. You were nothing to me. Kind of like dog shit when one steps in it. You just scrape your shoe off and move on. But because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Because you couldn’t keep this bitter feeling you have towards me. Because you got in your feelings and it got out. You’ve managed to make yourself a target. A target in which I intend to destroy on Sunday Night.

Per usual there was the sense of confidence when it came to what he was saying. The type of confidence that just let it be known out the gate that he truly believed in himself. Which in return would make people feel like they had to believe in him despite him not being very-well liked.

CALVIN HARRIS: And the thing that confuses me the most. You saw firsthand what I did to Laki. Sure, you might have been able to beat him in a quick fashion. You might have made your return a glorious one, but it wasn’t anything spectacular. It wasn’t like my return and maybe that’s the real reason why you’re mad. Because you knew you could never do anything as great as me. Point being you saw with your own eyes at Into The Void what I was capable of. You watched me wrap that chair around his head. You watched me take that chair to his spine. More importantly though you watched me end the man’s career. You got a better view than anyone else when you stood on that stage watching it all take place. That should have been reason enough for you to not gain my attention. Should have been reason enough for you to stay clear of me. Yet clearly, you’re one of the stupidest men that has ever graced earth.

All he could for that brief moment is shake his head. There was almost this hint of complete and utter shock in the sound disappointment. Like he expected better out of Joshua. Maybe might have expected him to be smarter, but that wasn’t the case.

CALVIN HARRIS: Because of your ignorance the powers that be within Sin City Wrestling have decided that the two of us should face one another. Like I said you’ve made yourself a target and one that I intend to destroy. Yet, I’ve come to understand something about you thus far Joshua. If you’re willing to get yourself in this position. Then that tells me that you’re not smart, which also tells me that going into this match you’re going to have the mindset that you somehow have a chance. Because you see in that dense mindset of yours. You think this is going to simply be about who can out wrestle who. You think this is only going to be about who can force whose shoulders to the mat for three seconds. Or who can manage to trap one person in a submission and make them tap. You are going to foolishly think this about who can win and who ends up with a loss, but that’s the problem. That’s not what this is about for me. The match could start off with me kicking you in the dick, giving you the win, and I’d be fine with losing. Only because of everything that would follow the moment that match ended. Just because the bell signaled the end of the match doesn’t mean I’m done with what I wanted to do. I’ll be done when I choose to be done.

More of that confidence of his started to ooze on out of him. That smirk of Calvin’s was starting to really cross his lips. Make no mistake about it. He was a man that truly believed he was in control at all times.

CALVIN HARRIS: And before you even think about trying to start coming off like a hardass. Before you even attempt to try and point out what you’re capable of. I saw all that I needed to know in your match with Laki. Which kind of proves my point when it comes to you not being impressive and the fact you’re basically dog shit. Sure, you had yourself a quick and decisive win. But think about it for a second. Think about who you were in the ring with. You faced a rookie. Say whatever you want, but that’s what he was. He was a rookie. He was wet behind the ears. He was greener than goose shit. The kid didn’t belong in Sin City Wrestling. He didn’t deserve to be offered any type of contract whatsoever. What he should have been doing is tearing down rings, helped set up rings, and being the traditional young boy to all those independent promotions. He should have been forced to work for his spot into this business. Yet sadly, the way wrestling works now isn’t like that. Anyone that says they’ve been trained get offered contracts left and right. Never actually having to deserve it.

A small shake of his head could be seen once again, but this time it was done out of frustration and disappointment more than anything else.

CALVIN HARRIS: But back to the point you faced a rookie. You faced someone that wasn’t going to challenge you. So essentially in your so called glorious return to SCW - although can you really call it a return when you had only been gone a few weeks? I mean you competed in late April and was back in the ring Mid-May for Into the Void. I guess whatever it takes to make you seem bigger than you actually are, which actually fits into who you faced. You were given a rookie so it was a given win. The company set out to protect you. The powers that be wanted to make you look good. They wanted you to come into win. And you did, but it seems like it has gone to your head. Because it’s making you think you can stand in the ring with people that are truly better than you. One couldn’t be more foolish if we’re being one hundred percent honest here.

The look on Calvin’s face said it all. It was like he was trying to wrap his mind around just how foolish the man he was going to be facing in a few weeks actually was. From the start it was made clear that he didn’t think too highly of Joshua. Yet as every word came out of his mouth. They appeared to get more and more insulting with time. Letting it be known there was no respect to be given on his end.

CALVIN HARRIS: You’re no different than about ninety percent of people that I have been in the ring with. Which is kind of sad, because for once I would like the challenge of going into a match and not knowing what someone was thinking or not knowing how someone was going to do things. But at the same time I have come to accept that there’s a good chance that will never happen, because I have spent my entire young adult life studying every aspect of the game. Studying every aspect of the elements that come with wrestling. Not to mention I am one that picks up on the mannerisms, the gestures, and movements of people just like that. Some would say that makes me one of the most dangerous hunters in the business. The moment these set of eyes lock on it’s prey - and yes Joshua you are prey to me - I simply will not stop until that prey is lifeless.

In that moment Calvin motioned for his finger for the cameras to zoom in. Sure enough that’s what the cameraman did. He zoomed in a little bit at a time and heavily put the focus on the Martyr’s eyes.

CALVIN HARRIS: I want you to look into these eyes, Joshua. Because the look in these eyes will be the final thing you see before you lose consciousness. It’ll be the final thing you see before you wake up in a hospital surrounded by doctors that are telling you that your injuries are too severe for you to ever step foot into a wrestling ring ever again. These are the eyes that will haunt you for the rest of your pathetic existence on earth. The eyes of the man that warned you what was coming, but also the eyes of the man that you chose to ignore. Climax Control, you will like eyes with the man that has no mercy!

That close up on Calvin’s eyes remained that way for a few more seconds. Clearly he wanted to drive the point home that the look in his eyes was the final one that Joshua would see come Sunday. When the cameras began to zoom out a tad bit that sinister smirk was spread across his lips to finish things off. That was indeed the last image before the cameras found themselves fading out. For a few days the SCW audience was going to be left to wonder and left to think about what was going to happen when Climax Control finally did take place. The previous week Calvin made promise on his word of slaying a tiger. Therefore there was some fear that the Martyr just might be able to end the career of Joshua Acquin.