[Calvin Harris]

 

ACT I: Crossing The Line

It was about one in the morning which meant that Calvin should have already been on a flight to Chicago. Especially considering that very night he was going to be competing for UCI in Rosemont, Illinois. However there was a reason that he wasn’t in the air on route to Chicago. That had everything to do with being stopped outside of the hotel he had been staying at. Thing was he wasn’t stopped by fans. He wasn’t stopped by hecklers. Instead he had been stopped by Fort Defiance's finest. He was standing there face to face with a police officer. Needless to say he wasn’t very thrilled about it either.

POLICE OFFICER: Now are you a hundred percent sure what you are telling me is the truth?

CALVIN HARRIS: Of course, why would I have any reason to lie? Especially to a police officer?!

POLICE OFFICER: Well you’ve got all the reason in the world to lie to me. After all, I am the one that controls whether or not you go to jail tonight.

CALVIN HARRIS: Right...

There was a slight sound of irritation in Calvin’s voice at that particular moment. To simply put it Calvin didn’t like anyone having any type of authority over him. That was just the type of person he was. He had been that way ever since he was a young child.

CALVIN HARRIS: Look sir, I understand that you are a man that’s doing your job. I also understand that a concerned citizen reported me as a person that attacked someone in a vicious manner. Yet, the thing you’re missing here is that they are reporting me for something that they saw at a professional wrestling show. It’s professional FREAKING wrestling. The whole show is based around someone getting hurt

POLICE OFFICER: No need to be a smartass with me, Mr. Harris. I am more than aware of how professional wrestling works. I was once a fan when I was a young boy, but the problem that comes with this complaint is that they are saying you weren’t even part of the show and that you didn’t attack a wrestler. Which I wouldn’t have even chose to talk to you had it been a wrestler. But they’re claiming you attacked one of the fans and in that case, that’s an assault case.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well, I assure you that the business has changed a lot since you were a kid. It isn’t as clean as just wrestling anymore. There are storylines that come with things. There are different gimmicks and what not out there these days. Everything that goes on with a wrestling show is always a part of the show. Sadly, these fucking marks still believe that everything they see is real. Don’t know why most of them don’t come with a handicap sticker and a helmet.

POLICE OFFICER: Hey, come on now. No need to be talking like that about people.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well it’s the truth. Instead of you actually out there catching people that are committing crimes. People that are stealing. People that are breaking into houses. People that are raping women and abusing kids, but instead you’re out here questioning me. Wasting your time while as well as wasting mine. If these idiots don’t understand that something is part of the show. Then maybe they shouldn’t be spending all their social security checks to come to one. Instead invest their money in a higher education.

Calvin shook his head a little bit. Clearly with all the frustration starting to settle in for him.

POLICE OFFICER: So, you’re sticking to what you said? It was all part of the show.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yes.

POLICE OFFICER: Alright then, I’ve got no further reason to keep you. Unless this so called victim comes forward, then that might be a different story. I’ve got all your information, so I am sure that I’ll be in touch if need be.

CALVIN HARRIS: Or if some other mark reports something else because they believe that everything they see is reality and don’t know how to enjoy a fucking show.

He was letting it be known just how frustrated he was with the situation. By that point the Police Officer didn’t continue on with the conversation. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge what The Martyr had even said. Walking on to his squad car to make his exit. A frustrated Calvin went ahead and stopped towards his rental car that was packed just a few feet in front of him. Popping the trunk to said rental car. He tossed his suitcase and dufflebag that he had been holding all that time into the trunk. In grabbing a hold of the trunk, he slammed it down with all his might. Once it was shut Calvin felt his pocket vibrate.

Already annoyed he reached into his pocket prepared to cuss out whomever was calling him. Yet it wasn’t a phone call. Instead it was an email and an email coming from the office of Sin City Wrestling. He rolled his eyes as he tapped on the notification letting his eyes scan across the tiny lettering that had been sent to him. He was searching for something of importance. Something that made sense for why they were even sending an email to him. Honestly truth be told he was expecting it to mention something about a suspension or a firing but that wasn’t the case. Instead it had something to do with a booking.

CALVIN HARRIS: Who in the blue hell is Dmitri?

It was the very question that he had asked himself out loud. Because it was being told to him that a week from now he would be back inside of a Sin City Wrestling ring. He would be featured on Climax Control once again, but he would be in the ring with someone he hadn’t taken on before. At this moment he was in the ring with someone he didn’t know or in this case someone that he didn’t care to know. Most frustrating part about reading that email though had everything to do with once again Mark Ward and Christian Underwood ignoring him. Ignoring his attempts to get what he wanted the most. In that frustrated manner, Calvin shoved the phone back in his pocket and walked to the driver’s side door of his rental car getting inside. This had already been a longer night that he had wanted. Peeling out of the parking space with the intentions of getting the hell out of Arizona.

ACT II: Forgive My Sins.

For a change the weather was actually tolerable outside in the city of Seattle. There was no rain, there was no gloomy skies, and no storm clouds hanging above. The weather was nice and clear, not to mention there was some heat out there. Not enough to make it unbearable, but it was heard enough to let it be known it was summer time. Calvin sat there in his two thousand sixteen Ford Mustang GT. One of his prized possessions in the sense of owning something. His eyes were focused on this large building that he was parked outside of. It wasn’t just any old building though.

It was a very large catholic church. One that he had driven by countless times on the way to the airport. For the most part when he drove by it always seemed to be packed. Must have been a good following and the people were buying whatever shit the people in charge were selling. Considering he wasn’t much of a religious person himself. He never truly bought into the bible or anything that came with it. The man had too many questions to life that could never be answered. Which nearly always resulted in a pastor or a priest simply telling him that he just had to have “faith” something he found to be a big cop out.

That being said he grabbed a hold of the handle to his driver’s side door and popped the door right open. Stepping out into the side of the street for that brief second. Calvin closed the door to his car and walked around the front to the sidewalk. For a second he just paused and looked right up at the large castle like building before him. In his mind there was a purpose for being here, but it was a matter of if he wanted to go through with it or not. Letting a deep sigh escape his lips, Calvin began to walk forward and make his way up the series of steps that lead to the front doors of the church.

Grabbing those big glass doors and pulling them open to let himself inside. He was met right away with an eerie silence. In the back of his mind he had been expecting to hear something. Whether it had been people chatting with one another. Some type of hymn playing as background music. Regardless he was expecting to hear something, but instead he was met with silence. Taking a few steps forward into the church, he surveyed the area. Until Calvin’s eyes had finally locked on what he had been looking for this entire time. Off to the side was what they people of the catholic church referred to as a “Confessional”.

It was a place where people could confess their sins anonymously and ask for forgiveness. Calvin made a beeline straight for one of the doors grabbing a hold of it and pulled it open. He ducked down to be able to cram his tall self inside the confessional before taking a seat. It seemed like forever before the small window to the side was pulled back. In reality it was a few seconds but for someone never in this position before. It felt like an eternity. In that moment Calvin heard a very deep and very clear old man’s voice speak from on the other side.

PASTOR: How can I help you my child?

CALVIN HARRIS: Woah, let’s calm down there old man. I’m not a child, let alone your child.

Honestly there was simply no chill with Calvin from time to time. Something that was known to upset quite a few people because he just didn’t have a filter and didn’t care who he offended. This was one of those times and just an example of how he could be. There was this awkward silence for a brief second, before that voice could be heard again.

PASTOR: Sorry to have offended sir, but there is a reason you come to me today. How can I help you?

CALVIN HARRIS: To be honest with you. I am not even sure that I quote unquote need help. Maybe more so a matter of getting something off my chest.

PASTOR: Perhaps a sin of some kind? Have you come to look for forgiveness?

CALVIN HARRIS: Here you got jumping the gun again.

Although the man behind the window couldn’t see it. Calvin was shaking his head from side to side. Starting to find himself growing a little irritated. Well it was becoming more than a little irritated. It was starting to become frustration and he had only been sitting here for a couple of seconds.

CALVIN HARRIS: Can you do me a favor?

PASTOR: Well I can certainly try.

CALVIN HARRIS: For five minutes just shut your mouth. No words. No assumptions. Not a single peep. Because the next time you say something because I can finish saying what I need to say. I’m going to reach through this little window, grab you by the throat, and pull your vocal cords out. I’d like to see God try and justify that one!

He let that frustration finally show. Didn’t take very long and that shouldn’t have been surprising considering that Calvin had a very short temper. A very short fuse. He was just known for lashing out. Calvin waited for a second or two. There was pure silence.

CALVIN HARRIS: Glad that you chose to see things my way.

A small chuckle fell from the man’s lips.

CALVIN HARRIS: Now what I was trying to say before you constantly and rudely interrupted me. I felt the need to get something off my chest. Something that has been eating away at me for a couple of days now. See, this coming Sunday. Yes, the lord’s day. I’ll be climbing into the ring with a man by the name of Dmitri.

All of the sudden Calvin stopped himself with his words. It lasted for a very brief second.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well, I consider him a man. I consider him no different than me or any other man walking on planet earth, but the story he tells is one that is very much different. What he likes to tell people is that he’s some type of vampire. He likes to tell people that he’s from an ancient world. Dmitri is trying to convince the world and the company that I work for that he’s some type of evil that cannot be overcame.

Again there was some silence on Calvin’s end. For a reason though as he shook his head about. It was clear a matter of being disappointed. Maybe even a matter of being in disbelief.

CALVIN HARRIS: Can you believe that?

PASTOR: Are you actually asking for my opinion?

CALVIN HARRIS: Of course not, it was a rhetorical question.

PASTOR: Oh...

CALVIN HARRIS: See, I already know that the shit that he is claiming isn’t true. Vampires don’t exist. Ancient worlds don’t exist. And if they did, you certainly couldn’t come from one world to the other. Then to top it all off, there’s no such thing as evil that cannot be overcame. Hell, I don’t even think there’s such a thing as evil in the first place. What Dmitri is trying to do is what your people try to do by telling everyone there’s a devil that exists. It’s a bunch of bullshit.

There was that “no chill” side of him. That side that simply didn’t care who he offended or how people chose to react to the things that came out of his mouth.

PASTOR: I assure you sir, the devil is very much a real thing. He is the reason why none of us live a perfect life. He is the reason that the world is falling apart. Evil and the devil go hand in hand, they both exist.

CALVIN HARRIS: No-no, that’s just the story you bible-driven insane people want everyone to believe. You want them to come into your churches for prayers, you want them to come to you for help, you want them to come to you and beg for forgiveness. All for the sake of a couple dollars. You’re not going to fool me in the least bit.

Shaking his head for another brief moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: But back to what I was saying. Dmitri is trying to convince all these people that he’s this Vampire, this evil, this person from another world, and all this time it has worked out for him. He’s managed to strike fear into the hearts of damn near anyone he’s come in contact with just by lying through his teeth. I on the other hand won’t be fooled by his lies. I won’t have fear struck into me. And it makes me want to do something that proves that he’s a liar. It makes me want to cross a line that I’ve yet to cross. It makes me want to drive a stake right through his heart.

Although it couldn’t be seen there was a pretty dark look in Calvin’s eyes at that moment. It shouldn’t have been too much of a surprise to anyone, but he was a man that did have some pretty dark thoughts from time to time.

CALVIN HARRIS: To be honest I am starting to think that I don’t have any other choice. Ending the career of Laki was well deserved. Taking down Jeremiah Hardin was well deserved. Kicking Joshua Acquin’s ass from pillar to post was well deserved. Therefore driving a stake right through the heart of Dmitri to prove that he’s nothing more a liar will be well deserved.

PASTOR: Are you confessing to me that you want to commit a murder?

CALVIN HARRIS: I guess you could take it as me saying that. In reality, I am saying that I am doing what needs to be done. See, everyone is making me out to be the bad guy these days. Everyone is saying that I am the one committing a sin. Everyone is saying I am the one that is committing a crime. Yet every single thing I have done in the last month has been well deserved to those people I have done it too.

PASTOR: But isn’t that more so a matter of opinion?

CALVIN HARRIS: Of course it isn’t a matter of opinion. Not when my opinion is the only that truly matters in this situation. No one has bother to understand why I am the way that I am. No one has bothered to point their fingers at the company the way that they should. No one has bothered to blame Ward or Underwood like they should. Instead of everyone continues to make me out to be the bad guy because I am doing what needs to be done, because I am doing the right thing, and because I am doing what this company has forced my hand to do until I get my respect.

PASTOR: And you think that by lashing out is going to get you respect? You think that by doing things that are illegal are going to get you respect? You think by hurting your fellow man, your fellow brother, and quite possibly taking his life is going to get you respect? No, you’re on the fast track to not only spending the rest of your life in prison, but you are on the fast track of finding yourself going to the deepest and darkest depths of hell when your day of reckoning comes.

Calvin sat there starting to find himself becoming a little furious. This wasn’t something that he wanted to hear. Nor was it something that he wanted to deal with. That rage was building deep within him. Deep within he had that urge to just explode.

PASTOR: Listen what you need to do is allow me to pray for you. Allow me to help you find some kind of peace within yourself. Allow me to help you find some other solution to what you’re thinking.

Those words finally seemed to push Calvin to his boiling point. With one solid punch he was able to shatter the screen to the window that separated him from the pastor. Reaching out and grabbing a hold of the pastor’s throat Calvin yanked him towards the small window. His narrow eyes meeting the pastor’s panicked ones.

CALVIN HARRIS: The only fucking person you should pray for is Dmitri. That’s if enough prayers in the world exist for a man that’s going to have his heart torn from his chest!

The look in the pastor’s eyes said it all. He was expecting so much more. Most likely expecting Calvin to make word on his promise about ripping his vocal cords out. Much to his surprise Calvin shoved him back through the window and let go of him. In that very moment Calvin stood up and kicked the door open to the confessional to let himself out. With each step that Calvin made towards the front doors of the church, it was a step with attitude and anger in it. He had just been pushed too far, as far as he was concerned. Although there was a good chance that so many other people would spin the story a different way. Marching out those doors and down the long steps. Once near vehicle he had showed up in, he climbed inside and started the ignition. Peeling away from the church with anger. Anger that was likely going to last a few days. Might even last till Climax Control.

ACT III: Monsters Are A Myth.

It was close to eleven thirty at night when Calvin began his journey up the stairs from the basement. Inside the home his family owned, they had invested in a home gym. One that costed both of them several dollars, but it was essential. Calvin was drenched in sweat as he came up. Opening the door and walking through the kitchen area. First thing he laid eyes on was his very pregnant wife. Her back turned to him and she was staring into the fridge. A small smile crossed his lips as he walked up behind her undetected and wrapped his arms around her growing hips. Alessandra jumped a little frightened as she looked over her shoulder. When she realized who it was there was a slight glare in her eyes.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Here’s a tip, start fucking announcing yourself!

CALVIN HARRIS: Someone’s grouchy.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: No someone is just pregnant, moody, feeling unattractive, and hungry as hell.

CALVIN HARRIS: So in other word’s grouchy?

Cocking a smirk across those lips of his. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of her neck before removing his hands from around her waist and turning to walk towards one of the cabinets. He opened it up to pull out a cup, but that’s when he heard a tiny yet familiar voice. “Mama” went the voice. He turned around as Alessandra closed the fridge. By that time their tiny three year old had come into the kitchen. Dressed in her pj’s and dragging her favorite toy behind her: one of Calvin’s old championships. She looked right over at Alessandra.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Vanellope, what are you doing out of bed... again?

VANELLOPE PLUTO: I can’t sleep.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: That’s because you aren’t trying.

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Uh huh! I am!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: I find that rather hard to believe. You’ve been out of your room six times in the last two hours, sweetheart.

Alessandra looked rather frustrated. It was rare did she ever show any frustration towards the three year old. Alessandra was by far the best mother, Calvin had ever seen. Though with her getting further and further along with her second pregnancy, it was just becoming too much for her to deal with. She sighed rather heavily. VP just stood there and looked up at her mother expecting something to be said or done. In that moment Calvin interjected himself. Leaning down to make eye contact with the three year old.

CALVIN HARRIS: What’s the problem here?

VANELLOPE PLUTO: I can’t sleep, dad.

CALVIN HARRIS: Why not? What’s got a princess up past her bedtime?

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Uhm. I don’t know...

CALVIN HARRIS: C’mon now, sure you do. You can tell me.

VANELLOPE PLUTO: ... Monsters ...

The tiny child almost appeared to have a slight fear in her eyes when making those comments. Calvin looked at her, before looking back at Alessandra.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: That’s the first I am hearing of this.

CALVIN HARRIS: Monsters, huh?

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Yes...

CALVIN HARRIS: Well then, let’s go take care of them shall we?

With that being said Calvin scooped the little girl up in his arms. Right away VP latched her arms around his neck tightly and leaned her head against his shoulder. Making his way out of the kitchen and around the corner to the staircase that lead to the second story of the house. Each step that got him closer and closer to the top of the steps. Closer and closer to her room. He could feel VP’s arms get tighter and tighter around his neck. Making his way to the end of the hall to her room. He walked in the room that had three different nightlights to be able to provide enough light for the little girl to see if she woke up in the middle of the night. He quickly used his right hand to flip the main switch on to light up her room. Before taking VP and putting her down on the floor. She still had that fearful look in her eyes.

CALVIN HARRIS: Alright kiddo. Tell me where these monsters are.

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Over there...

VP pointed in the direction of her closet.

CALVIN HARRIS: And you’re a hundred percent sure, they are there?

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Yes.

CALVIN HARRIS: Hmmm... alright then.

He grabbed a hold of VP’s hand in an attempt to lead her over to the closet, but she was very quick to be resistant as she did her very best to pull away from him. Looking back at her, Calvin saw the fear in her eyes and decided to not pursue. Letting go of her hand, he turned himself around and walked over to the closet door. Pulling the door open showcasing no fear himself. He moved her clothes out of the way. As he expected there was nothing there. Holding her clothes back to give her a view.

CALVIN HARRIS: No monsters here.

VANELLOPE PLUTO: They moved.

CALVIN HARRIS: Oh yeah? You think that’s what happened?

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Mhm!

CALVIN HARRIS: You know what? You just might be right. After all you are a pretty smart cookie. Where do you think they could have gone? Maybe under your bed.

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Yeah, check there!

Talking a few steps away from her closet and over to her “big girl” bed. Calvin started to get down on his knees, but he stopped himself to look over at her.

CALVIN HARRIS: This time I want you to come help me check.

VANELLOPE PLUTO: No...

CALVIN HARRIS: Please? You help me so many other things!

VANELLOPE PLUTO: No... I can’t, dad.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yes, yes you can. I believe in you... Please, I really-really need your help this time.

He used her own trick against her. Taking a page out of his daughter’s book, he offered her “puppy dog” eyes. VP just looked at him for a couple of seconds. She lowered her eyes to the floor as if she was thinking about it. Before starting to walk over to him and assuming the same position on her knees that he was in. A smile on his face.

CALVIN HARRIS: Okay. On the count of three. We’re going to look under the bed together, alright?

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Okay!

CALVIN HARRIS: One...

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Two...

CALVIN HARRIS: Three!

Both of them proceeded to grab a hold of the blankets that hung off the bed and lifted them up over their heads. Both of them looking under the bed. Calvin’s eyes scanned for a brief moment, before looking at her. He could see VP’s head moving wildly back and forth. He could only assume she was looking at every square inch under the bed to make sure.

CALVIN HARRIS: See anything kiddo?

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Uhm... no.

CALVIN HARRIS: Welp, guess they’re not under here either.

Pulling himself back and letting go of the covers. He watched as VP did the same. She proceeded to stand up to her feet as she just looked around the room a little bit. Trying to make sense of it all, before her eyes focused on him. That same smile on his lips as he leaned there on his knees.

CALVIN HARRIS: Do you know why there wasn’t monsters in your closet or under your bed?

VANELLOPE PLUTO: No...

CALVIN HARRIS: That’s because monsters don’t exist sweetheart.

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Yes, they do!

CALVIN HARRIS: No, no they don’t. Monsters are nothing more than a myth. Monsters come from books and movies, stuff that people created just to scare little girls like you. But in reality they don’t exist. There’s no monster, no boogeyman, nothing like that, and there never will be.

Calvin could see that confused look on the poor girl’s face. He proceeded to stand up at that moment and scoop her off her feet. Long enough to place her down on her bed. He proceeded to take a seat next to her.

CALVIN HARRIS: And I would know this more than anyone else in the world.

VANELLOPE PLUTO: How?

CALVIN HARRIS: Because in the long time I’ve been alive. There have been plenty of times I have been told that monsters were out to get me, but they never showed up. Therefore proving their existence is a lie. In fact when I go to work this weekend. I am supposed to face a vampire. You know what those are?

VANELLOPE PLUTO: I Vant To Suck Your Blood!

The little girl did her best vampire impression and showed off her teeth. For a second all Calvin could do was laugh out loud. Causing VP to giggle right along with him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yes, that’s very similar to that. A little less Adam Sandler though.

VANELLOPE PLUTO: Huh?

CALVIN HARRIS: Nothing important... Point daddy is making is that on Sunday, they say that some vampire is waiting for me. They say that there is going to be some vampire there to hurt me. To suck my blood. All this other stuff, but I’m not worried one bit.

VANELLOPE PLUTO: You’re not?

CALVIN HARRIS: Nope, not at all. Because I know when I go to work on Sunday, there’s not going to be a monstrous vampire waiting for me. At the very least it’ll be some dude dressed in a Halloween costume that looks like a vampire. One that might make daddy laugh before I kick him in the face. But ultimately nothing to be afraid of. Do you understand what I’m saying, sugar?

VANELLOPE PLUTO: I think so...

CALVIN HARRIS: Guess that’s good enough. However missy, you are past your bedtime and you do need to be getting to sleep.

In that being said he proceeded to force the little girl to lay back on her bed. He grabbed a hold of the blankets and pulled them up over her body in order to “tuck her” in for the night. Leaning down he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead and peered down into her eyes.

CALVIN HARRIS: Just remember one thing sugar. If you think that you hear something, if you think that you see something. All you need to remind yourself is that it isn’t a monster, because they don’t exist. Therefore if something doesn’t exist, then it can’t hurt you. Just like fake vampires can’t hurt me.

He gave the little girl a wink with a smile before turning himself to make his way out of her bedroom. He made sure to shut the lights off in the process. Taking one last look at her, VP had rolled herself over already and was closing her eyes. Seemingly his words giving her a peace of mind. Slightly closing the door, leaving it ajar just a bit. He began to make his way back down the hall. His dad duties were down for the night and now it was time for him to begin his packing. After all the flight in the morning was going to come pretty early.

ACT IV: Your Demise.

Less than twenty four hours from now Sin City Wrestling would once again come forward with an episode of Climax Control. This time Prescott Valley, Arizona was going to be the place. One of the last two stops left until Sin City Wrestling would be hosting their big summer event: Summer XXXTreme V. People were making quite the big deal out of this Climax Control, especially considering it was being called: “The Night of Eight Main Events”. According to those in charge every single person that was on this card had the potential to be in the main event of the night. It was going to be a night that no one was going to want to miss. That much was a given.

With that being said an official camera crew found themselves on hand. In fact the cameras found themselves rolling but it didn’t take very long at all to realize that the scenery was quite different than what they were used to. It was dark as hell outside. Only a few street lights were on hand to at least provide enough light for the cameras to be filming. The darkness wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t enough to really throw anyone off, but what was the big deal was the fact the cameras found themselves in a cemetery. Yes, the very place that loved ones go to be buried after they have passed on. Several tombstones could be seen. Flowers could be seen. Even in some cases enough light was provided to see names and details to said tombstones.

On that note there was a very loud sound. A sound that was very similar to a grown man’s grunt. Cameras found themselves turning in the direction in which the sound had come from. In doing so the cameras revealed a man with his back turned to them. In this man’s hand was a very large shovel. He was driving it down into an already deep hole. Scooping large amounts of dirt out before discarding them to the side where he had built up a dirt pile. This time when he drove the shovel into the dirt, he stopped and let the shovel rest there. Slowly turning himself around and in doing so proceeded to reveal himself to be “The Martyr” himself, Calvin Harris. A small smirk on his lips upon seeing the cameras. Wasting no time to break the silence.

CALVIN HARRIS: It should be no secret at this point. Ever since I have made my return to Sin City Wrestling. I have been one of the most dangerous men on the roster. It started with ending some rookie’s career. A career that wasn’t going to go very far in the first place. From there every person I have come in contact with. I’ve completely and utterly slaughtered them. To the point that people have started to gain fear for me being put up against their so called favorites of SCW... Guess in that regard, I can’t blame them for having said fear.

The smirk on his expression appeared to grow a little more.

CALVIN HARRIS: Although, I won’t apologize for what I have done. There’s no need to apologize. Each and every person that I have hurt or taken out. It has simply been a case of circumstances. They were just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. See, I wasn’t truly ever going to after any of them. I was only doing what I needed to do in order to get attention of Mark Ward and Christian Underwood. I was doing what I needed to do in order to get them to admit that the way they treated me months ago was wrong. I was aiming to get them to gravel at my feet and to beg me to stop hurting their company. More than anything else though, I wanted those two men to give me the respect that I had deserved all along. This entire situation was about respect. I did what I have done all this time because I felt like I was disrespected.

For a brief moment he just shook his head from side to side. By the look in his eyes at that point, it was clear that there was a little bit of frustration. Seemed pretty clear that he was just about fed up with this entire situation.

CALVIN HARRIS: Each and every single week they continued to ignore me. Each and every single week, they didn’t respond to anything I was doing. They didn’t respond to anything I was saying. Hell, they didn’t even react when I did what I did last week and hurt an innocent fan. That should have been the thing that triggered them the most, but all it did was tell me that they don’t care about their fans. Just like they don’t care about their talent. Which is why it finally clicked in my head. They didn’t care about me. They didn’t care about my talent. My name value. They didn’t care about what I could offer and what I brought to the table. It’s exactly why they disrespected me the first time out and it’s why they continue to disrespect me now. But you know what? Now that I’ve been able to make that connection. I’ve realized that I need to stop doing what I was doing for them, and start doing what I need to do for myself. In which is all going to start this week on Climax Control when I step into the ring with a man by the name of Dmitri.

There was something about Calvin mentioning that name that almost made the man sound a little more sinister. Something about saying that man’s name that made Calvin seem as if there was some type of hatred there. Something that would be hard to understand considering there had never been an interaction with one another. Good thing though as much as people hated Calvin, he was a man that simply could not keep his mouth shut and was always letting it be known how he felt.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yes, I am referring to the Dmitri. I am talking about the Dmitri that has struck fear into the hearts of many in Sin City Wrestling for quite sometime. I am talking about the Dmitri that claims to be a vampire. Yes, a vampire that sucks the blood of the innocent for the sake of staying alive and for the sake of having that living up to that evil story that comes with vampires. I am talking about the Dmitri that claims to be a form of evil from a very-very distant and ancient world. Talking about the Dmitri that for a long time has been a driving force with the Unholy Alliance. I am talking about the one and the only Dmitri that has been simply described as DOMINANT from the time he stepped foot into this company.

Calvin’s eyes were locked directly on the cameras when he made that statement.

CALVIN HARRIS: You know now that I say have “sold” you and have said all of that out-loud. It sounds even more ridiculous than it has before. The moment that this match was announced. I have heard countless people hype you up Dmitri. I have heard countless people tell me that going up against you I didn’t have a chance. I’ve heard people telling me that just because I am a man or because I am a “mortal” as they put it, that I couldn’t hold my own against a person of your powers.  And each time that I have heard these type of things come out of people's mouths. It has made me want to tear my hair out by the roots, because it is that frustrating to hear this ridiculous bullshit. Now I get it, you probably came from some unknown third world country. You’re a big son of a bitch, which there’s a good chance that you never learned how to actually wrestle, but when you’re that big. You can go through just about anyone, especially people from your third world country. That being said being  a big fuck, somehow someway you managed to get attention of those morons that run this company and like the idiots they are, they offered you a contract.

Once again he could be seen shaking his head from side to side. It was clearly a matter of pure and utter disappointment. That much was clear just from the tone in which he ended those previous words on.

CALVIN HARRIS: That being said you came over from that hell-hole to this country and into this wrestling company. You weren’t known and therefore you did exactly what one would expect a nobody to go. You came up with a story to make yourself seem like the ultimate badass. You came up with a story that you thought would scare people, strike fear into people, and force people to not want to mess with you. But really? A Vampire from an Ancient World? That’s the best that you could come up with? I would ask, did you think that you were dealing with a bunch of children here in Sin City Wrestling, but considering that every single person in this company but me has bought into this story. Seems pretty clear that this company is full of children, mentally challenged ones at that. And because they bought it, this entire time you’ve been able to run rapid on the roster. This entire time you have managed to mostly get what you have wanted. This entire time you’ve been able to make people cower and be afraid of you. It has been a good run, I give you that... but now you run into me!

The glare in Calvin’s eyes seemed to intensify just a little bit. Truly seemed like there was fire in those eyes. Fire that was brought on seemingly by the inner rage that was festering inside of him.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’m the man that isn’t going to buy this story about you being a vampire from a different world. I’m the man that’s not going to believe for a single solid second that you’ve got this evil powers that cannot be overcame. I’m the man that’s actually going to stand in the middle of the ring with you Sunday night, and then expose you for the fraud that you have been all along. See, that’s the thing that you’ve been afraid of all along. Deep down Dmitri, you’ve always been afraid of someone finding out the truth and you’ve always been afraid of someone exposing you. Because you knew the moment that it happened. You would no longer be able to be successful. You would no longer be able to move forward as this dominant force. You knew the moment you were exposed that essentially it was all over for you. Kudos to you for being able to prevent it this long, but now you won’t be able to avoid it. Because the only way to stop me is to end me and you don’t have the skills to do so.

In that tone of voice, Calvin was speaking with doubt. Not doubt in the sense that he didn’t believe he could get the job done himself, but doubt in the sense that he didn’t believe that Dmitri could stop him..

CALVIN HARRIS: Dmitri, what you don’t understand with me is that I’m the man that will go to any lengths to prove that everything you’ve been saying is a myth, to prove that everything that you’ve been saying is a lie, and to prove that you are nothing more than a fraud. That even goes beyond inside the ring. I already know that I can out wrestle you with ease. Look at my rap sheet. Every single person that claims to have been good in the ring and I came across them, out wrestled them with ease. Didn’t matter how much experience they claimed to have. Didn’t matter how much they weighed. Didn’t matter how tall they were. In fact Size never really matters in a wrestling ring, so go ahead and forget about your size making a difference. So, you see it isn’t going to take much to expose as far as the ring goes. But at the same time Dmitri. I am willing to take this...

He had paused in suspense. Of course to let people wonder where this was going. At the same exact time Calvin proceeded to reach into the back pocket of his jeans. When he brought his hand forward it was clear he had a wooden stake in his hand. The end of it as sharp as sharp could get. He just held it out in front of him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Now as I was saying, I am willing to take this here wooden stake and drive it straight through your heart in front of thousands of people to prove that you aren’t a vampire. I am willing to let your blood stain my hands to prove that you aren’t some immortal creature. I am willing to be the man that takes your life to prove that you’ve been lying all along. You see, I’m perfectly okay with being that sadistic fuck that this world needs. But in that being said Dmitri, I don’t think that you’re okay with giving your life to continue to live up to some “gimmick” that you created for yourself, all for the sake of appearing like a badass. Therefore at the end of the day, I don’t believe that this stake is going to be needed.

Letting a very sinister like chuckle fall from his lips. Calvin proceeded to toss the wooden stake that was in his hand over his head and it dropped down in the grave that was directly behind him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Call it a situation where I am calling your bluff. Maybe you could even call it a situation where I have a Plan B in place. I’m smart man and because I am smart. I have continued to be able to go further and further into this business. Where on the other hand it was proven that you, Dmitri don’t have the intelligence to keep you going. If you did, then you would have known all along that eventually someone was going to be able to call you out. You would have known that eventually someone was going to expose you. You would have been able to know that eventually your world was going to come crumbling down around you, but you didn’t. And with that being said, because you didn’t have the intelligence to see this coming. Being the man to ruin everything for you gives me that much more satisfaction.

Because of that grin on Calvin’s face, it was a given that the man was telling the truth about the satisfaction that all of this was going to bring him. That alone was going to be upsetting to a lot of people, but at the same time there wasn’t much they could do other than hope the Martyr ended up being wrong.

CALVIN HARRIS: Have no fear though Dmitri. Being a married man and a father has forced me to have some compassion. That’s exactly why this shallow grave has been dug just for you. That way your career has a final resting place as it comes to an end this Sunday Night. After all in the end, you have no one to blame but yourself for your demise!

That appeared to be the man’s final words with that smirk still remaining spread across his lips. Calvin seemed to be a man that was truly all about driving the point home and with those words he had done just that. With that being said Calvin turned himself around and grabbed a hold of that shovel to pull it free from the dirt. Followed by Calvin going right back to his previous actions. He slammed the shovel into the dirt to get a good clump onto the shovel before discarding it to the side. That’s when the camera man found himself moving past Calvin, but not before finding himself stopping to focus on tombstone that was placed above that grave the Martyr was digging. Directly across the concrete tombstone read the words: “Here lies the career of Dmitri. May it Rot In Hell!” which was the final thing anyone seen before those cameras faded to black.