[Calvin Harris]

 

ACT I: Mental Breakdown.

It was literally minutes ago that Violent Conduct had come to an end. For the most part every single Sin City Wrestling fan was going home happy. Especially considering how the main event ended. One of the originals when it came to Dmitri had achieved his lifelong dream of becoming a World Heavyweight Champion and he did in the company he had dedicated most of his career too. On top of that he won the title inside of a steel cage after competing in probably one of the most brutal matches of his career. It was truly a night to be remembered. It was a good night in all for Dmitri and his fans, but the question had to be asked.

How was the now former Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion taking the loss? How was the Martyr himself dealing? Well that was a question that Ms. Rocky Mountains had every intentions of getting an answer to. Standing in the backstage area looking right at the camera crew that she was bringing along with her.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Look whatever you do, don’t turn the cameras off. Someone told me he’s around the corner here pacing and talking to himself. This is going to be great exclusive content. Get them cameras rolling.

Sure enough the two men behind each set of cameras they were holding followed directions. Turning those cameras on and beginning to follow Ms. Rocky Mountains as she made her way around the corner. Right away the cameras could see Calvin off in the distance. The man was sweaty. He looked truly beaten up. Each step that he made it appeared he had a limb of some kind. A little bit of blood dripping down his forehead to top it all off. Back and forth he was pacing. The audio to cameras picking up as they could hear him despite not being too close at this moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: How did this happen?! How did this happen huh?!

Calvin was seen bringing his hands up to his face and literally dragging his nails down his skin. Not only was here smearing the blood across his face in the process, but seemingly causing the wound on his forehead to open up and pour down his face just a little more.

CALVIN HARRIS: Twelve years, Calvin. Twelve fucking years, it took you to hold a World Heavyweight Championship and you lose it in a matter of weeks?! What kind of worthless piece of trash loses what he worked so hard to win in a matter of week?! You don’t deserve to be a wrestler! You don’t deserve to lace your boots!

By now Ms. Rocky Mountains and the camera crew she was with started to move in closer. Those words coming out of Calvin’s mouth were followed up by him starting to smack and punch himself in the head. At that point it seemed rather clear that he had lost his mind or at least was currently in the middle of a mental break down. Yet with this taking place before Ms. Mountain’s very eyes. It didn’t persuade her to back down and go the other direction. Instead she got closer and not only did she get closer, she proceeded to attempt to make contact with the Martyr.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Calvin...

Instantly, Calvin’s pacing came to a complete stop. This deranged look in his eye was very much obvious as his glared at her. Shaking his head like a madman.

CALVIN HARRIS: No... now isn’t the time. Go away.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Listen Calvin. I understand that you had a rough night out there tonight. I imagine that losing the championship to Dmitri was not your goal but...

CALVIN HARRIS: What?! What did you just say to me?!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: I said I imagine losing the championship to Dmitri wasn’t the goal...

CALVIN HARRIS: Is that find to you huh?! Does that amuse you, you fucking cunt?! Huh?! Are you thrilled that something I worked twelve hard years to obtain is no longer sitting around my waist?!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: What are you even talking about?! I never said anything of that nature!

CALVIN HARRIS: I can see it in your face. You’re delighted. You’re just as delighted as everyone else was. Let’s see if there’s anything to be delightful about when I choke the life out of you!

Before Ms. Mountains even had a chance to properly react to what he had just said to her. Calvin lunged forward grabbing the woman by the neck and slamming her against the wall. The sheer panic in her eyes took over. Both camera men rushing in, but didn’t bother to stop recording. They quickly shouted at the Martyr.

CAMERA MAN #1: Calvin, let her go.

CAMERA MAN #2: C’mon Calvin, don’t do something you’re going to regret!

Of course Calvin didn’t bother to acknowledge them. Instead her hand clamped down around her throat so hard that the veins in his forearms could be seen and quickly Ms. Mountains could be seen starting to turn blue in the face.

CALVIN HARRIS: Not laughing now are you?! Not thinking it’s a humorous situation that I’m no longer the champion are you?! Bet, you’re regretting your decision to support Dmitri right about now aren’t you?!

Ms. Mountains was turning bluer by the second. That state of panic in her face truly taking over. She dug her nails into the skin of his forearm attempting to pry his hand away, but it was no use. Calvin was far too strong for her. He found himself leaning in as he whispered in her ear.

CALVIN HARRIS: You’re going to die like Dmitri should have!

His hand started to grip tighter, but it was at that very second one of the camera men leaped into action. Putting his camera down on the ground as he quickly ran up behind Calvin and attempted to put a sleeper hold on him. All for the sake of protecting a fellow co-worker. Sadly for him, the choke hold couldn’t be applied correctly. Calvin was quick to release Ms. Mountain’s throat as she fell to the floor gasping for air. Her face becoming beat red as the blood flow rushed back to it and the oxygen began to flow freely through her body once again. Calvin had taken a couple of steps back before reaching over the top of him, grabbing the camera man by the hair, and literally launching him over his shoulder to unforgiving concrete. His body hitting with a thud. Calvin seemingly took another step back and accessing the scenery. Accessing the situation at hand and what he had done. This wasn’t good news.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Have... you... lost... your... mind?!

Ms. Mountains was able to choke those words out through those deep breathes of hers trying to regain a proper composure. Calvin just glared at her for a brief moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’m not responsible. They made me do this! It’s all their fault!

Without giving any proper recognition to who “they” were. Calvin found himself turning around very quickly and taking off from the disastrous scene that he had caused. At that moment the other camera man proceeded to put his own camera down on the floor. Approaching the other camera man that laid on the concrete ground favoring his hip. The last image of those cameras recording was the man helping up his fellow colleague while Ms. Mountains leaned against the wall holding her throat and realizing what almost just happened to her. Things had gone too far tonight and there might not be any going back for the man they called The Martyr of Professional Wrestling.

ACT II: Reality Check.

On a Wednesday afternoon, Calvin found himself at home in Seattle. Alessandra was out with the kids, so he was enjoying a day in. To most that would have been a little surprising considering that the company that he is working for is smack dab in the very beginning of their overseas tour. A tour that was set to last a few months, but he wasn’t there. Matter of fact for the last three weeks Calvin hadn’t been seen in public at all. For the most part his social media was quiet. Almost like the man had completely disappeared off the face of the planet following Sin City Wrestling’s Violent Conduct. Little did the public know, there was a good reason for his silence and there was a good reason for him seemingly no longer being in the view.

Nevertheless laying comfortably on the couch in the Seattle home that he shared with his wife. Calvin’s eyes were glued to the television. Sure was some exciting stuff on day television. Talk show after talk show. Soap opera after soap opera. He just clicked the remote time and time again with his eyes up on the television. Waiting for something to pop up on the screen that was going to catch his attention. Sure enough something did catch his attention. Only it wasn’t the television, but instead it was the sound of someone knocking on the front door. His eyes shifted in the direction of the door and stared at it for a moment. The sheer laziness he had been feeling for weeks now prompted him to not want to get up. So upon hearing the knock again he shouted at the door.

CALVIN HARRIS: Door’s open.

Truth be told at that point he just expected the door to come open. Kind of not the best mindset to have considering he didn’t know who could be on the other side of the door. Now when it came to what he was expecting. It turned out that wasn’t the case. Instead the person on the other side of the door proceed to knock even harder. All that did was seemingly annoy Calvin, he glared at the door once again before shouting at the top of his lungs.

CALVIN HARRIS: I said the door is open!

His made sure that he shouted a little louder. Ensuring that whomever was standing on the other side of that door would have heard him that time. In that being said Calvin went to change the channel to the television once again, but before he could do so. The knocking on the door proceeded to take place once again. This time louder than the two previous times. That seemingly finally got under Calvin’s skin too much. Slamming the remote down on the couch before pushing himself up and start bee-lining straight to the door yelling to himself.

CALVIN HARRIS: Jesus Fucking Christ. I said the goddamn door is...

As soon as he pulled the door open and saw who was standing outside it had cut himself off mid-sentence. He was that shocked for that brief moment. At least until a scowl consumed his eyebrow. His eyes narrowing a little more and the tone of voice he used at that moment shifted directions.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the hell are you doing here?

The angry question was directed towards the man standing directly in front of him. That man just happened to be Calvin’s father. It was well documented that the two of them didn’t have the best relationship with one another. Matter of fact their relationship had been strained for many-many years. Lucas stood there looking back at his son. The resemble between the two was pretty on point. There was no denying that the two of them were father and son.

CALVIN HARRIS: I know you’re old and probably heard of hearing, but I asked you a question.

LUCAS HARRIS: I’ll get to that in a minute. Can I come in so we can talk?

CALVIN HARRIS: You’ve got a lot of fucking balls to even show up at my house. Let alone asking me if you can come inside.

LUCAS HARRIS: Calvin, just let me in. We need to talk.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the fuck ever.

Rolling his eyes in a pretty heavy manner. Calvin found himself stepping out of the way of the doorway and walking himself back over to the couch. Flopping himself down and grabbing a hold of the remote to shut the television off. Sure enough his father had let himself in and closed the door behind him. That annoyed expression on Calvin’s face was still featured.

CALVIN HARRIS: So, speak. What is there for us to talk about?

LUCAS HARRIS: Your career.

CALVIN HARRIS: My career? No, there’s nothing that needs to be discussed with you about my career.

LUCAS HARRIS: Is that right? Because I beg to differ. There’s all kinds of rumors floating around that my son is apparently a quitter. My son who annoyed me from the age he was five until the age of sixteen about how he wanted nothing more than to be a wrestler has apparently quit on his dream and his passion. My son has apparently decided to be a quitter and throw away everything that he had ever built for himself. Not only letting himself down, but letting his entire family down with him. Tarshing not only his legacy but a legacy built by others before him. Last time I checked, I didn’t raise a quitter!

CALVIN HARRIS: You’re right. You didn’t raise a quitter. Matter of fact, you didn’t raise me at all!

One thing about Calvin was that he happened to be a man that went right for the throat of things. He didn’t hold back when he felt something needed to be said. Didn’t matter if it was going to hurt someone’s feelings. Didn’t matter if it was going to rip their throat out. Didn’t matter if it was going to make them question their entire existence. He simply didn’t shy away from anything he wanted to say. Calvin looked right at his father and the facial expression said it all. Those words seem to cut deep.

CALVIN HARRIS: I think it’s time that you understand something old man. You weren’t there for me when I was a kid. Being a major superstar was what mattered the most to you. You didn’t care about missing my birthday. You didn’t care about not taking me out trick or treating. You didn’t give a shit if you missed me opening gifts on Christmas morning. None of that matter to you when I was a kid, therefore nothing should matter to you now that I’m adult. Anything, I choose to do doesn’t affect you. Nor does it need your opinion.

LUCAS HARRIS: Calvin, if you would stop being hard headed just for once and...

CALVIN HARRIS: No, you’re the one that needs to listen. This isn’t any of your concern. I don’t even know where the hell you got this idea that I am quitting. I don’t know if Alessandra decided to make a mistake and call you. I don’t know if you’ve got connections to where I’ve been or worked. If that’s the case, it makes you sound like a fucking stalker and it needs to stop. Turn yourself around, walk out that door, and mind your own damn business.

LUCAS HARRIS: That’s what you want huh?

CALVIN HARRIS: I don’t just say things for my health. Nor did I stutter at all. I stated very clearly what I wanted. Don’t play these stupid games with me. Get out of my house.

LUCAS HARRIS: I will, the moment you tell me you’re not quitting.

CALVIN HARRIS: I don’t have to tell you shit. Get the fuck out of my house, that’s your last goddamn warning!

The rage within Calvin was starting to build. Rather quickly, he found himself hopping up off the couch. Getting right in his father’s face. Not backing down. His fist were balled up tightly at his sides. Lucas on the other hand stood there, not backing down.

LUCAS HARRIS: You won’t answer me, because you know what I am saying is true. It’s not a rumor going around. You let a company and a couple of people in that company break you.

CALVIN HARRIS: Shut up!

LUCAS HARRIS: You let a few people drive the passion that you had for this business ever since you were a child in the matter of one match. You let those people take everything from you within the blink of an eye. They took your passion, they took your championship, and now you’re letting them win even more by taking your career. Something that you’ve always been in control of. Something that you always choose what happens to, but this time you’re giving them all the power. Not even trying to fight for it.

CALVIN HARRIS: Shut up, Dad!

LUCAS HARRIS: I remember a ten year old boy that would beg me. Literally beg me to let him get in the ring during training classes. You fought me tooth and nail on the subject. Every time I said no, you were too young. You simply wouldn’t give up. Much like when you started training at sixteen. You fought me to get you on shoes after six months into training. You thought you were ready. You thought you had what it took. But when I told you no, you weren’t ready. World War three broke out between us. That passion. That determination. That drive is what made you become a success!

Lucas was looking his son directly in the eyes, not holding back even in the slightest. Seemingly at that moment, it would be clear where Calvin himself got that attitude and that mentality.

LUCAS HARRIS: But look at you now. You won’t fight for your career. You won’t fight for your championship. You won’t fight for your livelihood. You have a family to provide for. A son that’s going to one day look up to you. Yet, at this point all you’re ever going to teach him is when someone tells you that you’re not good enough. It’s okay to believe them. It’s okay to be a coward. It’s okay to tuck your tail between your legs, and quit like a bitch!

Those words ripped through the ears of Calvin. His eyes bulged nearly right out of his head. Passion took over the man and he swung his right hand with everything that he had. Drilling his father right on the chin. Lucas crumbled to the floor and landed on his back from the forceful impact that made his chin give in. That blinding rage was filled in Calvin’s eyes as he stood over the older man that now had blood dripping from his lip. Lucas touched his lip where the blood was and looked at it. Only to look right back up at his son.

LUCAS HARRIS: At least there’s some passion still in there, if it’s pulled out of you. The only question, what the hell are you going to do with it? Hopefully, the right thing. One that puts you in New Zealand on Sunday.

Calvin just glared at him not saying a single word. Instead that rage just consumed his eyes while his father pulled himself up off the ground. Looking at his son one final time, Lucas then turned around and made his way towards the front door. Not another word said on his end, he opened the door and let himself out leaving Calvin standing in the house by himself. That rage building so much within him. Calvin finally turned around and snatched the remote to the television off the couch before launching it across the room watching it shatter upon hitting the wall. This had not been something he wanted to deal with. This had not been something he had seen coming but it was something that was now going to eat away at him.

ACT III: Up In Flames.

The night sky of Seattle was pretty peaceful. For the first time in a few days, it was raining. It wasn’t cloud covered. It was so nice out that the moon could be seen plain as day. Back home in Chicago, Calvin had never gotten a chance to actually enjoy having a backyard. When he was younger, he lived directly in the city. Kind of a dangerous to be playing outside in the first place. Not to mention he didn’t actually have a backyard. When he got older the wrestling ring became his backyard. That’s where he played. That’s where he had the most fun. However now that he was older. It was a night like this where one should just be able to sit back, relax, and enjoy what they have.

Posted up in a chair with a small fire burning in front of him. Calvin sat there looking over the night sky, staring off at the stars. All of which only lasted for a few seconds or two. Seemingly before he snapped out of it and brought those dark eyes of his right into the direct lense of the cameras. That expression on his face. Was an expression that most people had seen out of him before. It was a relaxed one, but also an expression that let it be known the man had something burning inside of him. Generally meant there was something he wanted to get off his chest. That being said Calvin proceeded to pull a piece of paper out of his pocket. Holding it up before the camera.

CALVIN HARRIS: You see this right here?

For a brief moment the cameras allowed themselves to zoom in on the piece of paper that he was holding up. Right away the words “Sin City Wrestling” at the top of the paper were pretty visible. He found himself drawing the paper back.

CALVIN HARRIS: That is what you call a legal document. More importantly this is the legal contract that myself and Sin City Wrestling signed a few months ago when I made my return to the company. A contract that was set to keep me under contract for a year. With the chance of speaking about signing on another year or whatever once six months into the current contract had taken place. As of this moment we’re still a little ways away from that six month grace period. A little ways away from discussing the terms of possibly signing on for another year.

Nodding his head a little bit.

CALVIN HARRIS: On September 3rd, 2017. I found myself sitting in a locker room after Violent Conduct. I was beaten, I was bruised, and most of all I was sitting there without the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. Something I worked twelve years for. I busted my ass for twelve years to become a World Champion. I did just that, but as soon as I won it. It seemed that it was gone. Something I worked hard to achieve was gone in the matter of weeks. And you know why it was gone? Trust me, it has nothing to do with Dmitri being the better wrestler. It has nothing to do with Dmitri being better than me. Instead it has everything to do with Mark Ward and Christian Underwood wanting the title off me. It has everything to do with them trying to “protect” their company and to “protect” their image. It had everything to do with those two wanting me out of this company. It’s as simple as that.

A slight glare started to consume the eyes of camera. More importantly that vein in the middle of his forehead began to pop out. Something that only formed when the man found himself in a really bad mood. Somehow someway, there was a feeling that this was just the beginning.

CALVIN HARRIS: Let’s call it the way it needs to be called shall we? Mark and Christian don’t respect me. They don’t respect what I’ve done. They don’t respect where I’ve come from. They don’t respect how hard I’ve worked. On day one, they thought I was just some piss ant rookie and never ever had any intentions of ever putting me in a position to succeed. See, Mark and Christian live in their own little world. They think SCW is the end all be all to professional wrestling... Not the case at all. I could name on both hands places that are better than Sin City Wrestling.

Legitimately, I could have went anywhere to showcase my talent. But for me, it wasn’t about working for the better company with better production and better talent. Instead, it was about working for a company that I thought at the time actually had respect for talent and working for a company where the people in charge weren’t complete marks for themselves. It was about working for a company that wasn’t going to screw someone over intentionally, just because they didn’t like their style or the way they talked or just because a handful of people had something to say on social media. Boy... did I turn out to be wrong.

Each word that came out of his mouth at that moment made him sound more and more bitter. Each word made him sound more and more as if he regretted having any kind of association with Sin City Wrestling. By no means did that spell good news for the company. A disgruntled employee for any reason at all can turn out to be disastrous.

CALVIN HARRIS: And I know the retard fucks that come to these shows are going to have so much to say. They’re going to point out at how my logic doesn’t make sense. They’ll talk about how if Mark and Christian didn’t want me to succeed that they would have never put me in that match where the SCW World Heavyweight Championship was up for grabs in the first place. Yet, it’s those people that suck the balls of Underwood and Ward like they’re the greatest thing out there. It’s those people that are blinded by their bullshit and they don’t think properly. Yes, they put me in that match but they put me in that match on two technicalities. First and foremost, they didn’t have a choice when it came to putting me in the match.

I was literally ripping through their roster. Wins and losses didn’t make a difference to me. I was taking people out left and right with no regard for the company or anyone I was coming into contact with. It made sense to put the guy that was on fire in the match, but the other technicality to that situation. Mark nor Christian ever believed I was ever going to outlast everyone in that battle royal. As a matter of fact when that Battle Royal was booked and when they put everyone in that match. Mark and Christian had already decided that Dmitri was going to be their new SCW Heavyweight Champion. They believed a hundred and ten percent, he was going to go the distance and win. They all looked at it as it was a cakewalk for Dmitri.

With that disgruntled expression on his face. Calvin shook his head from side to side. This inner rage, this inner hatred was starting to reach it’s boiling point and come out in full effect.

CALVIN HARRIS: Hell, it wouldn’t even surprise me if Underwood, Ward, and Dmitri sat in the same damn room with each other and came up with what they viewed as the full proof plan to finally have him when the World Championship. Course as we all know that’s not what happened. I threw a wrench in their plans. I was shocked the fuck out of the three of them when it turned out that no one could get me over the top rope. I was far too crafty for that. Plus, I was fighting with my back against the wall. I was fighting with everything I had. But the biggest shock of them all to them would have been when I manage to drill Dmitri with the Art of Betrayal in the middle of that ring and pin him. One... Two... Three, just like that to become the World Heavyweight Champion. I don’t know for sure, but I can only imagine that Mark and Christian’s jaws nearly hit the floor when they saw that.

For that brief moment there was a smirk on the Martyr’s face. Almost like he took some joy in being the man that threw a wrench in those plans.

CALVIN HARRIS: My lifelong dream came true before Dmitri’s. Turns out that wasn’t something that was allowed. Because you see despite what you fucks will say about how Mark and Christian weren’t that against me. After all they didn’t like strip me of the title right away or reverse to decision of the match. No, you’re right they didn’t, but it isn’t because they were okay with me being their champion. It wasn’t because they were supporting my success. It wasn’t because they were finally going to get behind me. No, the only reason they didn’t strip me or reverse the decision is because they didn’t want to be looked at as a shady company. So, they did what they’ve been doing and conspired behind the scenes.

I wasn’t even the champion for a full minute before it was announced that I would be forced to defend my title against Dmitri at Violent Conduct. Kudos to Mark and Christian for thinking so quick on their feet when their little plan to get Dmitri the World Championship backfired hard in their face in a very unsuspecting manner. After all no one can question that they’re out to screw me if it’s just another match right? To me that says everything it needed to say. I wasn’t the champion a full minute, before they already decided I’d be defending the title against the guy that I had just beaten. No number one contenders match. No putting Dmitri through the ringer. No making the man prove that he deserved the title shot.

Nah, Christian and Mark were a hundred percent all in on their chosen guy. Again my back was put against the wall. Once again I found myself seemingly fighting harder than everyone else in SCW. Apparently, when you’re not an original. When you aren’t a homegrown talent. When you come from the outside word. That’s simply not accepted here in SCW. They’re more willing to give hand outs and put their “originals” in a position to succeed way more than someone else that comes into the company. People can try to deny it as much as they want, but the facts are there. It’s black and white. Doesn’t get anymore simple than that. You people just choose to be blind and choose to buy the bullshit Mark and Christian sell you on a daily basis.

Calvin found himself shaking his head from side to side a little more. That disappointment once again consuming him and that bitter tone returning. At this point it appeared that things have been pushed too far and there was no going back. There was no getting the Martyr to change his mindset.

CALVIN HARRIS: And maybe that’s why Mark doesn’t like me. Maybe that’s why Christian doesn’t like me. Maybe that’s why they don’t want me to succeed. Because I’m not a yes man. I’m not Dmitri. I don’t walk the company line. I don’t ask how high when they tell me to jump. Instead, I am a man that marches to a beat of his own drum. I do things the way I want to do them and there’s no one that can stop me. Well, for the most part there’s no one that can stop me. But when you run the company, when you’ve decided on who is going to be your champion, and when you can pay your referees off.

That does kind of make it hard for me to march to the beat of my own drum. That’s exactly what happened at Violent Conduct. Mark and Christian did everything they could to ensure that Dmitri walked away with the World Heavyweight Championship. They did everything they could to ensure that their chosen guy accomplished his dream. Disagree all you want. Deny it all you want. Talk about how I was just not good enough to get the job done all you want, but the facts prove themselves. I dominated Dmitri in that Steel Cage match. I made that man my personal bitch. Not once but twice before that steel cage match.

The man couldn’t beat me the two previous times we faced each other. But suddenly this time he could? Well, at least not on his own. And you know everything that I am saying is the truth Dmitri. You’re just never going to admit it. You don’t have the balls to come out and say that Mark and Christian helped you win your first World Championship. You don’t have the balls to come out and admit that you couldn’t beat me without their help. You don’t have the balls to admit that I am better than you in every way imaginable. You’re too much of a coward. You’re too much of a fucking pussy. I know it and you know it.

But at the same time I get it, you’re not going to admit to anything especially when it worked out just the way the three of you planned. You’re now the brand spanking new SCW World Heavyweight Champion. I’m not the champion. People on social media are happy. Christian and Mark don’t have to put up fake tweets anymore where they’re supporting me and talking about how I truly deserved to be champion. Everything Mark, Christian, and Dmitri wanted they got... Expect one thing. There was one tiny thing they were hoping for but didn’t get. At the end of the day, I didn’t quit Sin City Wrestling.

In that moment Calvin found himself swallowing hard. Almost like there was a knot built up in the back of his throat. Certainly appeared as if this was a difficult situation for him to be dealing with.

CALVIN HARRIS: After all that’s what you were calling for right? You wanted me to quit the company. That way you could slander my name all over social media, all over the website, and in every interview you did. The three of you wanted me to quit, so you could mock me and make fun of me. You wanted me to quit so you could go out there and talk about how great Sin City Wrestling was while at the same time putting over the fact people like me and people with actual talent couldn’t survive. Anything you could do to build your own egos. That’s what you wanted the most. And you know what? I’m man enough to admit. I almost gave you what you wanted. The night of Violent Conduct, when I found myself sitting alone in my hotel room. I considered taking this contract and ripping it into shreds. After all at that point I looked at it like this. There’s no point in me fighting against a company that doesn’t want me to succeed. No point in giving it everything I got when in the end it won’t get me anywhere.

Looking right into the cameras. That appeared to be the most true statement there ever was. That much was known by the science look in his eyes. Real emotion could be seen in those set of dark eyes.

CALVIN HARRIS: Following that night. I went home, I threw all my wrestling gear into a trash bag, and I threw the shit in my basement. I was done, but I wasn’t going to let it be known I was done. I simply didn’t return phone calls from the office. I didn’t open up emails that I got from agents. You didn’t get to see a slew of angry tweets from me. I didn’t respond to any tweets that were aimed at me. Matter of fact I’ve said nothing about wrestling or the company in twenty days now. As far as I was concerned. Sin City Wrestling didn’t deserve to know I was retiring and the three of you didn’t deserve to get that satisfaction that you were craving in knowing that you got what you wanted. For me, that was it. I was done and that’s all there was to it.

At least until a few hours ago that was the case. I won’t go into too many details, but I will say this much. There’s something or rather someone that gave me a little bit of a reality check. This person made me realize that since the age of five professional wrestling was my life. This person made me realize that when I began training at the age of sixteen. I constantly told anyone and everyone that one day I’d end up being the greatest wrestler that ever lived. This person made me realize what was imbedded into my brain when I was a kid. I am not a quitter. No one in my family has ever been a quitter. No one in my family has ever based their decisions, their choices, and their careers based off of what someone else did to them or said about them.

This person made me realize that at the end of the day. Despite what I am up against I am the man that’s in control of my own destiny. I am the man that’s in control of any goal I have set for myself. I am the man that’s in control of every single dream I’ve ever had for myself. I am the only one that can make those things happen for myself. Yes, there will be people that stand in my way. There will be people that try to hold me down. There are going to obstacles thrown at me. I am going to have to hurdle over every single one of them if you want to make it. So with that being said. Mark and Christian, you didn’t get what you wanted. I didn’t quit. And now more than ever you’ve got a pissed off employee. As far as you go, Dmitri. You’re going to see me real soon.

Those eyes of Calvin found themselves narrowing once again. There was a certain passion about him that had returned seemingly at the snap of the fingers. Calvin leaned in just a little bit further. Making sure that those cameras got a real good look on his face.

CALVIN HARRIS: This coming Sunday Night will be “The Night Of Champions” for Sin City Wrestling. Granted the when they decided to book the main event. When they decided that Dmitri would be defending the World Heavyweight Championship against me. I guarantee you Mark and Christian thought I wouldn’t show up. They thought I was going to be a no show and thought that it was going to be an easy so called title defense. Doesn’t get any easier than not actually having to defend the title right? And on top of that Dmitri. I bet you were hoping that I wasn’t going to show up. After all you know what I know and that is despite what’s happened. You don’t really want to fight me. More now than ever you don’t want to fight me. The last thing you want to do is be standing in the ring with the man that you know you screwed over along with the bosses. The last thing you want to do is stand in the ring with a man that’s clearly a better wrestler than you.

The last thing you want to do is stand in the ring with someone that can hit a whole lot harder than you can. Dmitri, you know that this is truly a fight that you can’t win. That’s exactly what this is going to be. It’s going to be a fight. I don’t give a shit if I win. After all with the way I’ve been treated. Once this contract is up. I’m not resigning with Sin City Wrestling. Oh no, I’m going to take my talent elsewhere. Somewhere in which it’ll actually be respected and somewhere in which my talent will be appreciated, but at the same time. I’ve got some time before this contract expires. So therefore I am going to make your life a living hell. Right along with Mark and Christian’s. So this is the only warning that I am going to give you, Dmitri. You better show up on Sunday with the intentions of fighting me like a man. Don’t fight me as a wrestler. Don’t fight me as a wrestler that’s not trying to lose his championship. No fight me like a man and fight me like you’re life depends on it. Because rather you believe it or not. You’re life is going to depend on it!

Once again Calvin found himself speaking with rage, but also legitimate passion with that tone of voice of his. It became very clear at that moment just exactly what Sunday night was going to consist of. That was going to make this match that much more interesting in the end.

CALVIN HARRIS: Dmitri, you’re about to find out that I am a man that holds a grudge like no other. I am a man that does not forgive. I am a man that does not forget. I am a man that’s going to make you pay for the rest of your life for what you did to me at Violent Conduct. So with that being said. I hope that it was all worth it Dmitri. I hope conspiring against me was worth it. I hope screwing me over with the bosses was worth it. I hoping taking the one thing I worked the hardest for was worth it. Because now you, your career, and your title reign is about to go up in flames!

As soon as Calvin let those words come out of his mouth. The piece of paper that was his contract in which he was holding onto. Without a care in the world he pitched it forward and right into the fire pit that was burning just a few feet in front of him. Cameras found themselves zooming out just a little bit. Getting a good look at those glowing with hatred eyes of Calvin as he watched his contract instantly degrade within the fire. That was a message in itself and one final image to be painted into the mind of Dmitri. As soon as Sunday Night rolled around. All hell was going to break loose and it just might be too much for the so called Immortal to handle in the long run.

ACT IV: Death Awaits No One.

On Friday Night, Calvin had taken a flight from Seattle, Washington to Wellington, New Zealand. It took him over eighteen hours to get into the country. Including the two stops where he had to transfer flights. By the time he had arrived to New Zealand late Saturday Night. He had literally gotten himself to his hotel for the night with just about three hours to spare as far as sleeping goes. He had to be up bright and early to make it to the TSB Bank Arena for the huge “Night of Champions” show that Sin City Wrestling was putting on. About that time Calvin had found himself pulling into the parking lot of the arena.

When he pulled in, there weren’t too many cars around. Enough to know that some of the talent had showed up and a lot of them probably just being people that worked backstage, but none the less people were they. Calvin could only imagine the looks on their faces when he walked into the arena. For the last three weeks, he hadn’t been seen. For the last three weeks he hadn’t been heard from. The man was essentially radio silent on anything involving wrestling and certainly anything involving Sin City Wrestling. There was a very good chance that a lot of people had the mindset that he had no longer worked for the company.

Needless to say those people were in for a shock. Calvin stepped on out of the car and made his way around to the trunk of said car. Pulling his suitcase out of the trunk, he placed it down on the floor of the parking lot. Pulled the handle up before closing the trunk and headed for the back door of the arena. As he got closer, he pulled the door open and went straight into the back. There was a security guard right there inside that acknowledge the Martyr. Calvin simply nodded in his direction and kept on walking. His goal was to get to the locker room area as soon as possible. At least until he heard someone shout out “Calvin” at the top of their lungs causing him to turn back. By that time he saw a stage hand with a little boy in a wheelchair and a oxygen tank hooked up to him. His mother pushing the chair as they approached him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Uh, can I help you?

STAGEHAND: I hope I am not bothering you or anything, but I wanted you to meet a very special guest of ours this evening. This is Johnny Malcolm.

CALVIN HARRIS: And?

STAGEHAND: Well he’s part of the Make-A-Wish foundation here in New Zealand. Like I said he’s a special guest for SCW tonight. He’s going to get to see the show later, but right now we’re just introducing him to all the wrestlers and backstage personnel.

Calvin looked away from the stagehand for that brief moment. Getting a better look at the kid, he was clearly very sick. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been hooked up to an oxygen tank. Nor would he have been confined to a wheelchair. As the Martyr got a better look of the kid. He noticed the t-shirt that he was wearing. The very shirt on the kid was a shirt that supported SCW’s new reigning World Heavyweight Champion. Yes, it was a sure that represented Dmitri. Not only did it make him sick to his stomach, but enraged him. Nearly right away he turned his nose at the kid.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well, I’ve got no desire to meet someone that’s a fan of Dmitri. So wheel him on out of here.

STAGEHAND: Calvin! What the heck?!

CALVIN HARRIS: What? I’d said walk him on out of here, but obviously he doesn’t have that working in his favor.

STAGEHAND: Jesus Christ! You can’t say something like that!

CALVIN HARRIS: See, that’s where you’re wrong. I can say that and I just did.

There was seemingly no remorse and no regret for the words that had just come out of Calvin’s mouth. Obviously he had nothing else to say with the stagehand completely beside himself. Calvin had attempted to walk away. Had actually taken a few steps, but it would have appeared that what he had said so far enraged the mother of the sick child. So much in fact that she spoke up, very loudly without a care herself.

LITTLE JOHNNY’S MOTHER: You are a real jerk!

That thick accent ringing out through the halls and through Calvin’s ear. It did get his attention so kudos to her for that much. Calvin turned himself around for a brief moment. His eyes narrowed a little bit in her direction.

LITTLE JOHNNY’S MOTHER: How dare you talk about a child like that? Let alone a sick child! Doesn’t matter if it’s my son or not, that’s completely and utterly disrespectful. How can you live with yourself after something like that?

CALVIN HARRIS: Pretty easily actually...

LITTLE JOHNNY’S MOTHER: You’re such a heartless person. My son has dealt with a lifetime of medical issues. His entire life he’s been fighting for his life. One of the bravest people I have ever met in my entire life. All he wanted to do was come here tonight and enjoy some wrestling. For one day, he wanted to forget that he was sick. For one day he wanted to forget about all the pain he goes through. For one day, he wanted to feel like a normal person and here you are taking all of that from him.

CALVIN HARRIS: First of all, how the hell you going to try and live a normal life even for one day when you’re looking like him right now?! Huh, explain that to me. Ain’t a goddamn thing normal about him.

STAGEHAND: Calvin! Stop it, stop it right now! Walk away!

CALVIN HARRIS: Nah, this bitch has so much to say. Then let me say what I have to say. What the hell did you think was going to happen when you brought him up wearing a goddamn shirt like that? You think what I’ve said was disrespectful. Well, I happen to think supporting a piece of shit like Dmitri is disrespect. So fuck you and your son!

That’s when the stagehand proceeded to try and take matters into his own hands. Quickly grabbing a hold of Calvin and started to push him down the hall in attempt to get him away from the mother and son. The lady was fuming mad at that point. Her face said it all. Not to mention she was at a loss for words. Because of how mad she was and because she couldn’t believe what had just come out of his mouth. A couple of pushes from the stagehand and Calvin was a good distance away, but all of the sudden everyone in the area could hear the kid shouting at the top of his lungs.

LITTLE JOHNNY: I HATE YOU, CALVIN HARRIS! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE DMITRI BEAT YOU TONIGHT!

Those words echoed throughout the hall. The kid had a set of lungs on him despite his medical stage. All that did was make Calvin want to rush the kid, but the stagehand in front of him wouldn’t allow it. Kept pushing Calvin back with all his might. Not to be outdone by some kid. Calvin himself shouted back at the top of his lungs to everyone could hear him.

CALVIN HARRIS: NEWSFLASH KID! YOU’RE GOING TO DIE BEFORE DMITRI EVER BEATS AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME?! YOU'LL DIE BEFORE THAT EVER HAPPENS!

As soon as those words left his mouth. There was pure silence backstage. Every single person standing by and stopped to look at Calvin after those comments. That evil glare still in his eyes, with no remorse for what he said while glaring at the kid. Suddenly, it was the stage hand that made one final push that caused Calvin to stumble into a room out of the main hallway. Quickly, the stagehand slammed the door shut leaving Calvin inside by himself. The Martyr found himself just glaring a hole in the door. His blood was boiling hot as that rage ran through his veins. Tonight, Calvin was going to find himself with an entire world against him. Every single person was going to be against him. His back against the wall, but he wasn’t going to allow himself to fail. Not again, failure simply was not an option.

ACT V: Your Last Rites.

Sitting in the cold chair of the locker room. The man they knew as The Martyr, Calvin Harris found himself all geared up for the night. The typical red and black gear that he had been known for wearing was on his body. His arms were resting on his knees at that moment. His head was lowered down as that jet black hair was hung over and hiding all his facial features. In just a few moments Calvin would find himself back in the ring for the first time in three weeks. More importantly than that, the Martyr would find himself competing for the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. Found himself in a position where he was going to be doing everything he possibly could to regain the one thing that mattered the most in his career. In that moment Calvin found himself lifting his head up. Those piercing dark eyes of his seemingly zeroing in forward. His low tone escaping his lips at that very moment.

“Dmitri.”

His tone was enough to make the hair stand up on the back of your neck.

“I want you to understand that what is about to come out of my mouth next will serve as your final rites.. Because whether you realize it or not, you’re walking into this match with the intentions of death consuming you by the end of it all. This war that has started between the two of us truly didn’t have to go the way that it is going right now. When the two of us stepped into the ring the very first time several months ago. On that night where the two of us beat the hell out of each other. The same night the two of us were counted out because you couldn’t find a way to beat me.

Still till this day, I think it is hilarious going into that match. Every person I had encountered and every time I was turning around. People were hyping you up to be the best thing that Sin City Wrestling had. People were simply stating that I didn’t have a chance. All I heard is how there wasn’t a chance that I was going to survive in the ring with you, but in the end all of those people turned out to be wrong. In the end you didn’t prove to live up to hype. In the end you proved that you couldn’t get the job done, but the point I was making. On that night, when it turned out you weren’t as good as you claimed to have been.

All you had to do was walk away from me. All you had to do was go the opposite direction. All you had to do was find yourself dropping down in the ranks and competing against the mid-carders. Truth be told Dmitri, you would have done very-very well for yourself in that situation. But you didn’t want to go that right. Instead you kept telling yourself that you were a main eventer. You kept telling yourself that you could win the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. You kept telling yourself that you had what it took to put this company on your shoulders and carry it to the promise land despite facts showing otherwise.”

For a very brief moment proceeded to shake his head from side to side at that particular moment. Obviously showing that he wasn’t that impressed with the situation that he was speaking on.

“And sadly with that being said. You managed to not only convince yourself of that, but you managed to convince management of that as well. So much in fact that they decided to hop on the Dmitri train and sign off on you being their guy in the future. Now there’s no point in beating a dead horse. No point in traveling down memory lane too much, because we all know what happened. Your next shot at me and your next shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. You fell right on your face. I was the one that ended up having my lifetime dream come true, but you were so damn selfish that you couldn’t let me have my moment.

Hell neither could Mark or Christian. Your little trio just couldn’t let the kid from Chicago have his moment of winning something he worked twelve hard years for. That’s why the match was booked for Violent Conduct. That’s why it was made a Steel Cage match. That’s why you were quickly thrusted right back into the limelight. Two men running the company couldn’t handle me being their champion. Meanwhile you couldn’t handle having your ego shattered once again by me proving that I was without a doubt better than you. It’s something that burned a hole in you. But in the end you got what you wanted. In the end they got what they wanted.

I’ve said it a few times before, so I won’t dwell on it. However at the end of the day Dmitri. You know you didn’t earn that championship. You know what you didn’t defeat me on your own. You know in the back of your mind that you shouldn’t be the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. You took a handout and that’s all there is to it. But at the same time Dmitri, you don’t fully understand what you ended up doing with all of this. No, you are completely blind to it. It’s either that or you have truly convinced yourself that there was going to be no repercussions for your actions. Yet, you’re dead wrong. There will be. Big time repercussions.”

Calvin had a small little snarl consume him for a second. It truly showed just how heated he was in the situation. Something that was going to drive a point home to Dmitri, but it might end up being too late by the time they meet each other in the ring.

“See the truth be told Dmitri, you woke a fire up inside of me that’s never burned before. You woke a fire up in me that I didn’t even know that existed. I’ll be the first to admit that I can be someone that holds a grudge. I’ll be the first to admit that I can be a man that’s pretty from time to time. I’ll be the first to admit that I take things to heart maybe more than I should, but what I feel right now is something that I’ve never felt before. I know that I’ll never be satisfied until you stop breathing. And see that’s where you are going to make a mistake. That’s where your pals Mark and Christian are going to make a mistake.

The three of you are just going to look at tonight’s match as just another match. You’re going to enter that match thinking that I’m pissed off and that I am bitter that I lost the championship. Which you’re right, I’m very bitter about that. It pisses me off like no other considering that you took everything I’ve ever wanted from me, but this isn’t going to be a match. Oh no it’s going to be a fight. It’s not wrestler to wrestler, but instead it’s man to man. There’s not a chance in hell that I’m ever going to be okay with someone taking a shortcut to this business. Not after someone like me has dedicated my life to doing it the right way.

After what you did, you don’t deserve to be part of this business and therefore I am going to make sure that this is your very last match. Simply put the moment that bell rings. It isn’t going to be about me proving that I am the better wrestler. It isn’t going to be about me winning back the championship. Matter of fact at this point, I could care less about the championship. I don’t want to hold something that’s completely tained in every single way imaginable. All I care about Dmitri is seeing you lying on that mat, looking up at me as I squeeze the last breathe out of your throat. I want you to know your demise was by my hand and mine alone!”

Holding out his hand towards the cameras. Being sure that it was drove home a mental image more than anything at all. Only for him to pick right back up where he left off

“Tonight, you’re going to find out what it’s like to be alone. Because when this onslaught begins. Mark and Christian are going to head to the ring to help out their chosen one. Oh no, they’re going to stay hidden backstage like a couple of bitches and hang you out to dry. You’re going to find out that these so called mythical powers that you tell everyone that you have are going to be no match for a man’s blinding rage. More than anything you’re going to find out that this immortal status that you claim to have is nothing more than a lie. It’s hard to be immortal when you’re going to be facing someone that’s not going to rest until you cease to exist. I said it once before Dmitri, I hope that all of this was worth it to you in the end. I hope the fifteen minutes of fame that you had was worth the fact that when this is all over. You’re going to be nothing more than a distant memory!”

For a brief moment Calvin had paused seemingly with the intentions of collecting his final words. Those final words were actually going to be the most powerful in the end.

“Rot in hell, bitch.”

In that being said that was the last thing to come out of Calvin’s mouth. Right away he pushed himself out of the chair and the moment that he did. The sound of “Memorize” by Fall Out Boy could be heard starting to echo throughout the locker room. It was a bit distance sounding, but that was his cue. It was time to hit the ring and make every single word that had come out of his mouth become a reality. Cameras found themselves fading to pitch black at that moment and leaving everyone on the edge of their seat for this blockbuster main event.