The scene opens up to a view of the Calgary skyline. The Saddledome stands out prominently with its curving upwards roof, making it actually look like a saddle. After a view more glimpses of downtown Calgary the scene changes to a shot of Shipman looking over his hotel balcony with a view of the Saddledome. He is dressed in his fighting clothes consisting of ripped jeans, black boots, and wife-beater. His long hair is slicked back into a ponytail. He seems to be deep in thought but begins talking almost as if he senses that he is being filmed.
Shipman: And so here it is, my first shot at SCW’s heavyweight championship. You can already hear the mumbling. Why is a man like Shipman being selected to possibly represent the company? Why does he get a shot when he lost his last match? What has he done to deserve it? And that is just the fans. You can also hear the boys and girls in the back talking nonsense. Look at Shipman, he beat up an innocent and defenceless reporter and he gets a world title shot. What kind of company is this? At least J2H will set him straight. Well guess what naysayers; it will not be that easy. I will give J2H his credit as he is a formidable opponent and a hell of a world champion but I will give him the fight of his life and prove that I am not just some push over. I am not some flash in the pan, blast from the past, garbage wrestler. I’m not here for shock value, I’m only here to kick ass and get inside my opponents’ heads. J2H will be no different. When he steps in that ring with me he will be in for one of the rudest awakenings in the history of man’s existence.
Shipman changes to a mocking tone.
Shipman: But Chris, how do you expect to beat a man like J2H when you couldn’t even defeat James Tuscini, the roulette champion?
Shipman changes back to his normal stern, cold tone.
Shipman: I am sick and tired of the naysayers. At Climax Control in front of the thousands of Canadian fans, and the thousands watching online at SCWrestling.net, I will silence them, the critics, the locker room, and whoever else I need to when I kick J2H’s ass all over the city of Calgary. J2H, I know how you feel deep inside about me, you may not admit it but I can tell by the look in your eyes, though you may not admit it, you do not fear me, you do not respect me, you see me as a joke, a bye week. You will probably talk smack about how you will treat the lowest wrestler the same as you would a decorated legend, but I know men like you. At Climax Control, I will make a believer out of you, I will make believers out of every soul on this earth, saved or damned. The look on your face will be priceless when you beat me down and yet I still fight back, you beat me down some more, try a submission and then you grow frustrated as I will not tap. As long as my heart beats, as long as my lungs fill with air, I will refuse to stay down. I refuse to bow to you and refuse to kneel to you. You are nothing more than just another human being and therefore will be treated as such.
Shipman continues his gaze on the Saddledome as he rubs his fingers lightly over some of his exposed scars on his arms.
Shipman: I know you are a legend, I know your victories have come over a who’s who of SCW greatness but there is one thing you and everyone else always seems to forget. I am the true definition of a wild card. You never know what is going to happen or when it will happen, or how it happens when I am inside that ring. I have worked my ass off to be the best at my craft and all it took was an angry outburst towards “Thing One and Thing Two” that run this company and now I find myself in a position to not only show the world that I am the real deal but to embarrass you in the process. I thought Casey Williams was amazing at making excuses; I can’t wait to hear yours when Climax Control goes off the air. Or maybe you will take the noble route out of Calgary? I guess we will find out in due time won’t we J2H. I will tell you this though. Hold on to that belt like it is your wife. Keep it shiny, sleep with it, hell even shower with the damn thing because this Sunday will be the last time you ever get to hold it as it will be coming to me and the safekeeping of divine powers.
Shipman stops leaning and finally stands up.
Shipman: Isn’t it quite ironic that here we are in Calgary, right as the SCW is about to be burned down into the depths of eternal damnation. When I win that championship it will signify the start of the darkest days SCW’s history. Just like Fort McMurray burned displacing 80000 people, the SCW will burn and there will be no rising up like the phoenix. How do you like that J2H, if you didn’t need more pressure on your shoulders, you have the entire fate of this company, the fate of all of its employees, the fate of everything you care about resting in the palm of your hands. You may think I am out to lunch with that statement but think about it. Who the hell is going to sponsor the SCW if I am champion? Who the hell is going to want to pay to watch our product if I am the face of the company. I have done horrible heinous things and plan to continue to do horrible heinous things. Stocks will plummet, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood will end filing for bankruptcy and like so many federations will close the doors. Is this really what you want in a world champion J2H? If you don’t want to join the unemployment line I suggest you better start talking to people and figure out how to keep me down. But I will make damn good on this promise, I will never stay down by your hand J2H. I am the most dangerous thing going. More dangerous the ISIS, lone wolf terrorism, and the US government. I am a man with nothing to lose, and everything to gain. You on the other hand, well like I said the weight on your shoulders; you might as well call yourself Atlas. I live off the land in a rundown cabin in the woods, only emerging to deliver sermons, if SCW were to shut its doors it would not affect me at all, that is how I am dangerous.
Shipman pauses and holds his hands to the sky, looks up with closed eyes and seemingly absorbs the sun’s rays.
Shipman: Oh greater powers hear my cry. Give me the strength to do thy bidding. Give me power to claim the ultimate goal. Bring greatness to me as I have done for you. I ask upon thee greater powers, keep me your reverend, keep me your instrument of destruction. Give me this relic to aid in the final solution to life’s greatest problem. With this one win, this one victory, will come the influence to save one hundred souls. Greater powers, I beg of you, let me dethrone J2H, cure his soul of the sin, and in turn, make the SCW in your images of divine vastness. Give me the prowess to lead the sinful into the oblivion and cleanse them. Let the sun’s beam melt on the SCW revealing the one true king. ME.
Shipman bows his head.
Shipman: Amen.
Shipman walks off the balcony and back into his room. There is a wooden case on his bed and he opens it. He reaches in and pulls out a barbed wire cross. He runs his fingers along the barbs and smiles as he holds it close to his chest and the scene fades to black.
