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The Fall Of A False King.
« on: November 17, 2017, 06:11:02 PM »
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ACT I: Stupidity At It’s Finest

“What in the actual fuck?”

Those words came out of Calvin’s mouth as he sat down in the middle of a public restaurant. His wife sitting on the opposite side of the table with this puzzled look on her face. Not that he would have been able to see that look on her face considering his attention was buried into his iPhone. Course, his attention was brought to his phone thanks to a notification that had popped up. In particular thanks to an email that he had received from the office of Sin City Wrestling. The email he was reading was making his blood boil and was angering him, quite possibly more than it should.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: So, I take it going to dinner and being able to enjoy each other’s company is out?

Her comments made Calvin actually look up from his phone for the first time since he got the notification. Based on the glare that he was getting, it was quite obvious she wasn’t very happy with him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Sorry.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: No, you’re not and I’d appreciate if you didn’t apologize for things you’re not sorry for. Especially considering this is a frequent thing with you.

CALVIN HARRIS: Now come on that’s an unfair statement to make. I don’t do this every time we got out.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: If it wasn’t such a common thing, Calvin. I wouldn’t have asked you to keep your phone in the car before we even walked in here. So it’s frequent enough.

A slight roll of her eyes came. Her attention went to the menu that was sitting on the table before her. Opening it up and putting her attention to it now with the intentions of zoning him out. Calvin could sense how this night was going to end up going over him simply picking up his phone. Granted there was a part of him that understood why she was upset, but at the same time it didn’t need to be made a big deal. Taking his phone and sitting it down.

CALVIN HARRIS: Look, you can take my apology or not. I do however apologize. I just wish there was one time when I did look at my phone with emails from them. That it wasn’t something stupid going on.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: And how many times have I told you to stop setting unrealistic standards?

CALVIN HARRIS: Well...

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: No, I don’t even want to hear any of that well stuff. I am pretty sure whatever you’re talking about deals with the company. Every single week you’re home. Every single week since you signed your name to a contract. There’s something that happens. Something that irks you. Something that pisses you off. It never fails and the moment you stop thinking it’ll get better. The better off you’re going to be.

CALVIN HARRIS: Jesus Fucking Christ. Are you mood tonight or what?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Moody? Nah, I’m not. I’m just fed up with the man I married crying and behaving like a little bitch. It’s annoying and disappointing at the same time.

Her comments instantly caused Calvin’s gaze to turn into a glare. The fact he was already in a bad mood over the email that he had gotten. Then she was giving him attitude, only to top it off by insulting him with the one word that irked him more than anything. Being called a bitch for any man was a fighting words. It challenged their manhood. Alessandra looked over her menu for a brief moment to make eye contact with him.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Don’t give me that look.

CALVIN HARRIS: You know how I feel about that word.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: And you know how I feel about you acting like one. But what is it now, Calvin. What could have you so bitter that it’s starting to ruin one of our nights alone together?

CALVIN HARRIS: It’s just booking shit. Forget about it.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Of course, it’s booking related. But oh no. You’ve done gotten yourself all worked up. So, I won’t be just forgetting it. Get it off your chest so we can attempt to save this night.

There was a little bit of sarcasm in her voice. Rightfully so considering that she was frustrated with the whole situation unfolding before her. Placing the menu down and placing her eyes all on him. Because of that sarcasm and because of how this night was turning out. The truth be told Calvin didn’t really feel the need to carry on this conversation with her, but at the same exact time. He knew if he didn’t get it off his chest. It was going to further ruin his night. Not to mention she wouldn’t let up on it herself until he began to talk about it.

CALVIN HARRIS: It all comes down to the fact I am the World Heavyweight Champion there. I am the single most important person on their roster. I am the single most valuable person on their roster. Therefore all eyes should be on me. Not to mention Ward and Underwood should be worried about keeping their top guy happy. But no, they could care less. They still treat me as if I don’t matter. Despite winning their title twice and making their golden boy Dmitri fold under the pressure. Now maybe they’re bitter that I refused to be part of last week’s show. But I’m not going to partake in something where some fucking goofy ass chick is running the night and forcing people to dress up. This is professional wrestling. Not a chance for the ugly bitch to live out her prom night because no one thought she was attractive enough to want to take her.

With every word that was coming out of his mouth at this moment. It was making him sound more and more bitter. Seemed like there was a much-much deeper issue than he was letting on. Alessandra sat there in silence giving him the chance to get it all off his chest.

CALVIN HARRIS: And then I find out through this email that another one of the morons on the roster are being allowed to run the show. Literally every aspect of the fucking show. He’s allowed to book every last match on the show. He’s allowed to make changes to the show as far as the entire set up. He’s banning people from bringing cell-phones and cameras into the arena. This includes the fans and the people in the back. But to top this stupid shit off. They’re actually allowing this fucktard to book himself in a match against me. Not just any match mind you. Oh no, it’s a ladder match.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Let me just stop you there for just a moment. I love you I do. You make me want to stab you more often times than not with your own stupidity, but I love you nonetheless. However if you think for one single second that someone being allowed to run the show that’s a wrestler wouldn’t book themselves in a match against the champion and for the championship. Then you’re pretty darn stupid and I might need to question being married to someone that dumb.

CALVIN HARRIS: First and foremost, fuck you.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Nah, with the way you’ve been acting lately. You’ll be lucky to even get again before the end of the year.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the fuck ever. The point I’m making here is the dumbass, didn’t even make a match for the championship. That would have been way more understanding than this goofy ass shit that he booked. Instead he has a tinfoil hat hanging above the ring for us to grab.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Excuse me, what?!

CALVIN HARRIS: That’s exactly the same thing that went through my mind when I read this email!

Calvin found himself pointing to the top screen of his phone that was sitting on top of that table. Based on that statement alone, it would have been very easy to come up with the conclusion to the fact this match he was set to compete in didn’t make any damn sense at all. Who in the hell battles one another in a ladder match where the prize hanging above the ring is a tinfoil hat? The answer was simple. No one did that. There was no reason to do that. Shaking his head a little bit, the thought of what he was going to have to deal with in a few days running through his head.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: That’s quite possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of as far as a match stipulation goes.

CALVIN HARRIS: Thank God someone is seeing it the way that I’m seeing it. What the hell is the point? What the hell does anyone truly gain from reaching up and grabbing a tinfoil fucking hat? What is the significance?! Like at this point, I’d be better off defending the title against someone that doesn’t deserve it to avoid looking stupid in this match!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Uh, yeah that would certainly be a better situation. I kinda feel really bad for you. I’ve seen some really bad stipulations in my time. I’ve feuds start over the silliest and most petty things. I’ve seen people be hit over the head with light tubes just for the sake of doing so. This on the other hand might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen in wrestling.

CALVIN HARRIS: You damn right it is. And of course, no one is going to listen to me. Ward and Underwood will ignore me as they always do. They’ll allow the match to happen. All because of this “King For A Day” bullshit. This is nothing more than a slap in the face to me, their goddamn World Champion!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: You got that right. It’s a slap in the face. Hell, I’d say it’s more than that. By just being in association with this match. It could quite possibly ruin your career. Like, if you compete in this match. You’re going to look like a joke. No one would ever want you to work for them. It’s like you’d be stuck in SCW forever, just for the sake of having a job.

CALVIN HARRIS: Alright, knock that shit off. You’re taking it too far now!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Am I though, Calvin? Just imagine it. You get black-balled from professional wrestling as a whole. Because you allowed yourself to be apart of this abortion that they’re trying to sell as a professional wrestling match!

Alessandra lifted her eyebrow up a little bit at that moment. Now truth be told she was going a little bit too far with the situation at hand. Although there was a reason for it. She took pride in getting under his skin. There was no real reason for it other than it gave her some satisfaction from time to time. It was all out of love. Calvin just glared at her.

CALVIN HARRIS: Do you really have to be like this?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Do I really? No, but I find it fun to annoy you. Especially when you’ve annoyed me.

CALVIN HARRIS: Annoyed you?! What the hell have I done to annoy you?!

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Being soft and complaining about this instead of feeding me..

CALVIN HARRIS: And this is why I said forget it? I didn’t want to talk to you about it.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Don’t be such a baby, Calvin. Is this quite possibly the stupidest stipulation I’ve ever heard of for a match? Yes. Is it a match that doesn’t do anything for you? Yes. Will it end up being a giant waste of your time? Of course, it will be. But I am going to tell you the same thing I’ve been telling you every single time something comes up like this. Which seems to be every damn week at this point.

CALVIN HARRIS: And what’s that ol’ wise one?

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: It’s nice of you to finally start calling me by a name that’s suitable..

In true Alessandra form. She sat there across from him at the table with a smirk spread across her lips. Calvin’s glare in his eyes got a little more intense. Becoming more than fed up with her comments and the way she was carrying herself at this point. That sense was starting to sink in more which is why she moved on to her point fairly quickly.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: At this point Calvin, you’re damn near untouchable. You’ve continued to overcome every obstacle placed in front of you. Every time they expect you to fail, you succeed. Time and time again, you knock the ball out of the park. Based on what I’m hearing. This is a walk in the park. This is an easy matchup for you. You’re in the ring with someone that has no value and will likely be gone in a few months. Take advantage of an easy night. Win this pointless match and put it behind you. It’s as simple as that.

There was a small shrug of her shoulders. Her hands grabbing a hold of the menu once again but this time actually opening it up to look at the options inside.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Ultimately, you’re going to do whatever you want to do. However, I’m kind of over the conversation. Believe we’re meant to be out enjoying dinner. Not listening to your career problems.

CALVIN HARRIS: I really hate you sometimes.

ALESSANDRA HARRIS: Nah, you don’t. Nice try though. Now how about you hush up and get to deciding on food? And it better not be cheesesticks. Cause, I’ll be taking those from you to add to the collection of my own.

Calvin heard her words and rolled his eyes a little bit. In return he lifted his own menu and opened it up to begin browsing through the options. Truth be told he was still very much annoyed with the entire situation he found himself dealing with. By no means did he have any desire to compete in this match. Sure, it was an easy night. Sure, it was certainly an easy victory. But at the end of the day, when it was all said and done. There was no benefit for him at all. Sadly though, he knew that there was no way around this and when he walked into Phoenix, Arizona. This is exactly what he was going to have deal with.

ACT II: The Fall Of A False King

The days were drawing closer and closer to Sunday. Which Sundays were the day that Sin City Wrestling fans looked forward to the most. Why was that? Well, it was fairly simple. Sunday was the day that Climax Control took place. There was some dedicated fans out there. They never missed a show. Some of them would literally travel from show to show just to experience it live. As it turned out this Climax Control was going to be a very special edition. For as it was announced The Modern Day Crusader, the man whom won the “King For A Day” match back at High Stakes would get the chance to live out his title as King. The entire Climax Control would be The Modern Day Crusader’s vision. It would go down the way that he wanted it to go down. All of the matches taking place were matches that he himself had booked. So on and so forth. Needless to say there were quite a few fans that were looking forward to this night.

However as much as the fans of SCW were looking forward to it. It was almost a guarantee that there was going to be at least one person that wasn’t looking forward to this night at all. As it turns out that one person that wasn’t looking forward to the night happened to be someone that worked for the company. However it wasn’t just any person. Oh no, it was one of the most important people in the company. If not the single most important person and that being the SCW World Heavyweight Champion himself, Calvin Harris. By no means had he been quiet on social media when it came down to how he felt about this match. On this particular day, people were going to be blessed with hearing from the Martyr. Even if they didn’t want to, they didn’t have much of a choice. Cameras found themselves panning in at that particular moment. Sure enough there stood the champion.


CALVIN HARRIS: You know if you open up most history books. You’ll be able to find at least one or two stories where there was a powerful king that ruled over a kingdom. He was the man that made all the decisions. He was a man that made all the rules. He was a man that forced his peasants to do as he said. To which if those people didn’t do what he said and didn’t do what was expected of them. Then they were forced to suffer the repercussions of their actions. Sometimes the king would have them arrested. Sometimes the king would have them murdered. Whatever he felt was suitable and at the same time struck his own ego. After all at the end of the day it was always about the King’s ego.

Calvin had spoke with such a confidence to him. All while ensuring that the SCW World Heavyweight Championship was front and center sitting over his right shoulder. That intense look in his eyes as he made sure to have his gaze directly on the lens of the camera crew before him.

CALVIN HARRIS: At the same exact time that you read this type of stuff in history books. At some point, you’re going to discover that people eventually got fed up with the King. Eventually people became sick of his ego. Eventually those so called peasants became fed up with the King doing what was best for himself, instead of the kingdom and that’s when they began to conspire against the King. Nine times out ten the peasants saw their only way out was to assassinate the King. To which more often times than not. They’re plan was flawed and it backfired in their face. But there has been a few times in history where a plan did come together and a King was assassinated by his people. All because he let his own ego matter more than anything else. But I bring that up to bring this point up. What happens when the man that is claiming to be King in your kingdom is not only ego driven but a complete and utter goof? What happens when the man that is claiming to be King to your kingdom is lying through his teeth? What happens if that King is a false one? Is that punishable by death? Should an assassination take place?

There was a slight arch in his eyebrow as he asked that question in a very questioning like manner. Of course, Calvin was being Calvin. Knowing that people wouldn’t have a chance to give a proper response. Then again that was all part of his plan. Right away, he began to speak up again picking up where he had left off.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well, I suppose in just a few days at Climax Control. We’re going to find out aren’t we, Mr. Modern Day Crusader? Despite how I personally feel about everything that’s been decided for this Sunday. It’s in the books that the two of us are going to be facing each other. And why is that? Well, it has everything to do with Christian Underwood and Mark Ward. Making a mistake back at High Stakes. They made quite possibly one of the biggest mistakes as far as owners of a professional wrestling company goes. That mistake involves them allowing their inmates to run their asylum. That mistake involves them allowing one of their wrestlers to have full control of every aspect of a show.

From the matches being booked to stipulations for those matches to even what is or isn’t allowed on that night. Now I am sure that the two of you thought that the Queen and King for a day matches was some of your best ideas. You know considering everyone in this company aside from me is a yes man and everyone in this company aside from me simply doesn’t have the balls to tell you when your ideas flat out fucking suck. This was one of those times, but considering that the two of you continue to ignore me at every turn. I know that what I’m saying at this moment is falling on deaf ears. It has never been a good idea to ever let someone on your roster be in control of how a show goes down.

Seeing as it almost is a guarantee that they’re going to abuse the power. It is almost a guarantee that the person is going to do everything they can to stroke their own ego. Seeing as that person is going to do whatever they can to make the entire show about them. That’s exactly what Alice Knight did, one week ago. The entire show was about her. She was damn near in every segment. The show was designed to stroke her own ego and to make her look like a star, but at the same time. That show was one of the worst shows of 2017. I’d hate to see the ratings to that show. Because I am willing to bet cash money, they aren’t good. There wasn’t anything positive about last week’s show. Much like there’s nothing that will be positive about this show.


As he spoke there was a particular bitterness to his words. By no means as all was he holding back when it came to how he felt about the show that would be here in just a few days. Thing was, he was far from done with getting things off his chest. Which was almost a guarantee that it was going to get even worse with time.

CALVIN HARRIS: Look at this show from top to bottom and you’ll see every last flaw that’s taking place. First and foremost, Crusader. You kick the show off with James Tuscini and a fucking clown? Are you trying to make sure that people walk out of the show as soon as the first match takes place? Are you wanting people to literally go and demand refunds on their tickets because they didn’t buy them to see pure garbage? Because that’s what it sounds like. You’re also doing them no favors by banning cell phones and cameras. Like who the fuck do you think you are? As much as I hate every last cock-sucker that sits in those stands. At the end of the day, they’re a fan and fans take photos. They brag on social media. They want the entire experience of being at a wrestling show. Yet here is King Dumbass trying to take that from them. And it doesn’t get any better. Looking at each match. It’s clear that you’re just trying to piss everyone off. Including the people that work for this company.

You’re dangerously working on having people walk out on the two men that are your bosses and that doesn’t seem to matter. Forcing the Bombshell World Champion, Mikah into a match with Alice Knight? Like what the hell are you even thinking? Mikah deserves competition. She deserves to be in the ring with someone that is a little more equal. Instead you’re forcing her to waste time with literally one of the worst women to ever sign a deal with this company. Not to mention the main event of the night. What fucking sense does it make to have the Tag Team Championships defended against a team that’s going to be gone the very next day? It’s been announced that Travis Nathaniel Andrews and Horace Jackson can’t hack it as wrestlers anymore. So they’re retiring like a couple of pussies and you reward that with a title match?! Like are you too mentally challenged to understand the word retired? Or maybe this is just a matter of you don’t give a fuck, so you’re going to do what you want all because you can.


Calvin shook his head a little bit at that moment. There was a look of pure disgust on his expression when he let those words come out of his mouth. It was starting to come out a little bit at a time that he had developed quite the dislike for The Modern Day Crusader. That in itself was going to make for an interesting result, when the two of them found themselves facing off on Sunday. Which was exactly where his next point lead.

CALVIN HARRIS: I think you proved that point when it came to what you did in regards to me. I am the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. Two-time champion to be exact and as much as it irks people. As much as it might upset people. Truth of the matter is I am the single most important person on this roster. Therefore I should be the focal point of every show. I should be the man that’s involved in every segment. All eyes should be on me. I’m the man that should be in the main event time and time again. But you did what Ward and Underwood do. You treat me like I’m not important. You treat me like this title on me doesn’t mean anything. Then to top it all of. You did what is the most predictable thing to do. You did what every wrestler does when they are able to book a show. You went into business for yourself and resulting in you booking yourself against the champion. You sad pathetic, fuck.

That disgusted and disgruntled look on his face got a little more intense. Something that was truly not going to be much of a surprise to anyone. After all it was The Martyr here. The man was never happy with any situation, he found himself in.

CALVIN HARRIS: This is the main reason why allowing a wrestler to have control of booking a show is a bad idea. It’s pretty sad that you went there Crusader. Even Alice when she ran the show last week. As much as she’s useless and as much as I think she shouldn’t be employed. I’ve got to give her credit where credit is due. When she was in charge the week before, she didn’t put herself in a match with Mikah. She didn’t put herself in a match with any champion. The woman didn’t even put herself in a match. Least she didn’t go out of her way to stroke her ego that much, but you on the other hand. You damn near went all in. Honestly, I’m a little surprised that you didn’t finish going all the way.

You already abused the power of putting yourself in a match with me. Why didn’t you just go ahead and take advantage of the situation by forcing me to defend the title as well? Were you afraid that would be too much? Or were you afraid of what would happen when we actually stepped into the ring with one another? After all let’s be real here for a second shall we Crusader? I know, just like you know. The only reason you booked yourself in a match with me is because any other time it wouldn’t have happened. You know that you’re so far down on the totem pole that even if Ward and Underwood don’t like me. They would have never wasted their time in booking a match that wasn’t going to draw.

They would have never wasted their time in putting on a match that no one had any desire to see. Most of all though, they would have never put on a match where I was the one with the upper hand. Or in this case a match where it’s pretty obvious than when it is all said and done. I’m going to be leaving with the victory. Which brings me to the point of why you didn’t go all out. Sure, you couldn’t have fought the urge to face me. You couldn’t fight the urge to attempt to put yourself over by abusing your power and placing yourself in the ring with the World Champion. But even though you couldn’t fight those urges. The reason you didn’t make this a title match is because in the back of your head. You knew there was a chance you’d end up falling flat on your face.

In that pea-sized brain of yours. You knew there was a very good chance that you could end up losing the match. And what sense would it make for you to go all out to make this a title match only for you to come up short in the end? I give you that much credit. You were smart enough to see that. But you still made the silly mistake of making the match happen. Not only that, but you’ve managed to ensure that our match is quite possibly the worst match that will ever take place in the year 2017. Like worse than any match that Griffin Hawkins has ever had in his career or will ever have in his career. What the hell went through your head, when you decided to book a ladder match where the prize hanging above is a tinfoil fucking hat?!


Calvin could feel his blood boiling at that particular moment. A tinfoil hat ladder match? It was mind boggling and the very thing that he had been obsessing about since the match was announced. Therefore he was going to make damn sure that he got it all of his chest at this moment. He wanted to bury the match and let it be known just how stupid it was. Even if it was going to make people not want to see it. That was fine with him. As long as he got it all out into the open.

CALVIN HARRIS: Better yet, I don’t even want to know what is going through your head. Because it’s fairly obvious that you didn’t have an actual sane thought cross through there when you made this match. Or maybe the thought was to book the most ridiculous match that you could. In order to get under my skin. If you got under my skin, then maybe your thought process was that you’d actually have a chance. Because, I’d be pissed off. I’d be irritated. I’d be moody and that I wouldn’t be thinking right. But at the same time Crusader. I can tell you that doing this isn’t going to get the result that you want. It isn’t going to be enough to take me out my game. It isn’t going to be enough to force me to make a mistake. Instead booking this bullshit did piss me off. Because it’s clear you’re aiming to make me look bad, but in pissing me off. All you’re doing is ensuring that the moment I step into the ring with you on Sunday. That I punch as hard as I can square in the face and making it cave in like a package of hamburger.

Following that statement. Calvin held up his right hand - his dominant hand and just looking at it for a brief moment. Nodding his head a little bit. That visual was more than enough to drive the point home of where this was going to be headed when the two men found themselves in the ring with each other.

CALVIN HARRIS: Do you really think that you can take a punch that damn hard? Because, I don’t think you can. Much like I don’t think that you’re going to be able to handle the amount of pain that I intend to inflict on you with as many steel ladders as I can get my hands on. I mean think about it Crusader. Do you think that you’re going to be able to stand up after being slammed face first into a ladder? I’m by far one of the toughest men on this roster. But every time I’ve been in a ladder match. When I’ve been hit with one in the face. It’s nearly kept me down for good. I’d be willing to bet, it does for you. After all you’re not anywhere near as tough as I am. But moving along there Crusader.

Do you think that you’re going to be able to put up a real fight after having your head split open by a steel ladder? Because I can promise you that having your head split wide open by steel is one of the worst injuries a person can have. It’s almost a guarantee that wound is going to be deep. You’re going to need several stitches. Not to mention there’s going to be that throbbing pounding in your head for days following. Along with the concussion that is going to make you feel like you’re about to puke all over yourself. I’ve been there. I’ve dealt with that. It’s not fun, but people like me are made to fight on through injuries like that. Meanwhile people like you are meant to go down and stay down with those injuries.

More importantly than those two things Crusader. Do you think that you’re going to have a career left after you’ve been tossed off a fifteen foot high ladder? The moment that you hit the mat. You’re going to be overcome with crippling pain. It’s going to shoot up your spine, all the way to your neck, and it’ll eventually make it’s way through every single nerve ending that exists in your body. Being thrown off a ladder, all it takes is for you to land wrong and you’re paralyzed for the rest of you life. Then that’s it. There is no more wrestling career. You’re confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your life and you’re forgotten about just like that. Truth be told Crusader, SCW is better off with you being tossed off a ladder and having your career ended.


A statement like that was no doubt one that was crossing the line. There wasn’t a single person that deserved to have their career come to an end. There was no one that truly deserved to have their livelihood end. No matter how evil they might be or how bad of a decision maker they were. That was understandable by everyone else in the world. After all people had compassion. Well all of them expect the man they had known as the Martyr and their World Champion.

CALVIN HARRIS: But you want to know something Crusader. Despite being put in a match with you and you not be being a worthy opponent for me. That’s not the thing that makes me dislike you. Placing me in a match as stupid as this, that’s not the thing that makes me want to hurt you and end your career. Instead the thing that makes me want to see to it that you never step foot in the ring again is the fact that you carry yourself with this King mindset. You let one match where you got lucky and won go straight to your head. Deep down, you truly believe that you’re a King and you truly believe that Sin City Wrestling is your kingdom. It is the place that you rule over. It is the place where people have to bow before you and do whatever you say for them to do. But this goes back to what I was saying at the beginning. Rather you believe it or not, you’re a FALSE King, Crusader.

There’s only one true King that rules over Sin City Wrestling. There’s only one true King that has a crown of Gold. There’s only one true King that has the ability to say, do, and act however he wants. And there’s only one true King that can make all of those peasants that exist in SCW bow before him. Just in case you’re slow and you’re not able to catch on here. Allow me to point it out to you in BLACK and WHITE something you seem to like. I’m talking about me. As long as I hold the SCW World Heavyweight Championship and I’ll be holding it for a very long time. I am the man around here. Therefore that makes me the King and I dare someone to try to question that. Matter of fact I dare someone to try and take my crown. I dare someone to plot against me. I dare someone try and carry out an assassination against me. Because I promise that it’ll work out the same way this match is going to work out for you, Crusader. They will fail, just like you will fail.


One would have to imagine that remarks like that were going to get under the Modern Day Crusader’s skin. Maybe not enough to make him lash out, but enough to make him want to stand up and prove Calvin wrong. Then again Calvin crossed a line with Dmitri in the past. He fired Dmitri up, but in the end The Martyr made sure that Dmitri failed. This could end up being a situation just like that. With a smirk spread across his lips, he let those eyes settle on the cameras as he began to speak up once again. Offering what would turn out to be his final words.

CALVIN HARRIS: This Sunday Night, Crusader. You’re going to find out what it’s like to be in the presence of Royalty and you’re also going to find out what everyone else has found out before you. That being one simple logic... I’m BETTER than you in every way imaginable!

Time and time again, the SCW Universe had heard those comments come from Calvin. He had told damn near every person that he had come across that he was better than them. And damn near every single time the Martyr ended up backing those words up. Which helped contribute to their dislike for the man. In that being said Calvin gave the cameras a small wink before exiting to the right and getting out of the view. Cameras found themselves fading to black. Leaving everyone to wonder what was going to happen when those two forces did meet and left them hoping that this is the one time that the Martyr wasn’t right. However it was only a matter of time until they all saw it unfold before their very eyes.

ACT III: What Matters The Most

Show day had finally arrived and it was something that SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Calvin Harris was dreading more than anything. He sat in the rental car in the parking garage structure of the arena. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his eyes up and looking over at the large samoan tattooed man that was sitting in the passenger side. Along with letting his eyes shift to the back seat of the car where the shaggy bearded almost deranged looking man was sitting.

CALVIN HARRIS: Fellas, we made an impact at High Stakes. We knew what was important then. We know what’s important now. Let’s not let the circus that is tonight distract us from what matters the most. Got it?

Looking back and forth between both men. He got a solid and firm head nod from the both of them. That being said, Calvin reached and grabbed the door handle pulling it before pushing the door open. He climbed out of the car followed by the two other men doing the exact same thing. Making his way to the trunk. He was quick to grab his bag out of it and started to head towards the back door of the arena. Both of those men he had become in association with. Stood directly behind him following every inch of the way. The way they walked behind them made themselves look like body guards. Entering the arena seconds later, the plan was for the trio to make it to his locker room. With no issues, but of course it never went according to plan. It was like she had been waiting for him to arrive. The moment that door opened and he stepped in. There was Ms. Rocky Mountains. Calvin rolled his eyes a little.

CALVIN HARRIS: Don’t you ever have someone else you want to annoy?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Well Hello to you too, Calvin.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the hell could you possibly want already? I literally just walked in the door!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Come on Calvin. You can’t be that clueless? You associate with these two guys at High Stakes. Then the three of you aren’t part of the show last week. The people are dying to know what all of this is.

CALVIN HARRIS: Oh I am sure people are dying to know, but you know what? We don’t have to explain things. Matter of fact we’re not on anyone’s watch but our own. There will come a time. There will come a place. Then and only then will we explain ourselves.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS If that’s how you’re going to be. I’ll just ask one of these guys instead.

Her attention went to the much larger man of the three of them. He was very intimidating based on appearance alone. She went to speak up, but was quickly cut off by the champion.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, no. That’s not how any of this works. You don’t ask them questions. They don’t want to be asked questions. They like me want to be left alone, but when it comes to the three of us. I’m the one you ask questions to.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Why don’t you let one of them tell me that? Surely, they’ve got a voice of their own. They don’t need you to pull their strings like some puppets.

CALVIN HARRIS: Let me just say this once. You don’t want to end up like Dmitri. You don’t want to experience what we did to him. So it’d be in your best interest to never refer to them as puppets again. Got it toots?

The slight glare in Calvin’s eyes said it all. He wasn’t a man to be joking around, especially not in this situation. Not to mention Ms. Mountains was already a victim of how he could be when he lost his mind. That’s the last thing she wanted to ever experience again. Not another word escaped his lips as Calvin walked right on past her. Causing those two men to do the same starting to head down the hall. Now despite not getting what she wanted out of them when it came to the explanation people had been waiting three weeks for. It didn’t stop her from at least attempting to get a few questions answered. She turned and started to race to catch up to them. Quickly getting herself beside Calvin.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS If you’re not going to give us an explanation for what all of this is. At least tell us why you’re presence wasn’t felt on Climax Control last week? You picked up a big victory over Dmitri to retain your championship. One would have assumed you would have a lot to brag about following that win.

CALVIN HARRIS: What’s the point?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS What’s the point? What do you mean?

CALVIN HARRIS: I mean, what’s the point in bragging about something I told people for weeks was going to happen? What’s the point in bragging about a win that I’ve gotten before? Dmitri is easy. He’s not that talented. He’s never been that talented. There’s a reason I hold several victories over him compared to him holding victories over me. It was a given I’d win. I told people I’d win and then I did just that, I won. Nothing to say about it. Other than I told you so.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS So, that’s the reason you weren’t here? You didn’t have anything to say?

CALVIN HARRIS: No, I wasn’t here. Because I didn’t feel the need to be here. I wasn’t going to show up to work and be forced to dress up if I didn’t feel like it. I wasn’t going to be forced to take part in some shitty show where a barely above average woman was getting the chance to live out her prom because she was too damn ugly to go to one in the first place. Alice Knight made a mockery out of SCW and made a mockery out of the professional wrestling business. Therefore I chose to not have anything to do with it. I’ve got that right and if people had a problem with it. Too goddamn bad.

Shaking his head a little bit. As he continued to make his way down the hall, he was forcing Ms. Mountains to follow along as well as his boys. Just thinking about the week before irked him, but then again it was the same reason he was irked about being part of tonight’s show. A glare forming in his eyes while looking at her.

CALVIN HARRIS: And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t fucking be here tonight either.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Why’s that? What’s your issue about tonight?

CALVIN HARRIS: The fact that another jackass that isn’t anything special to this roster or this business is being allowed to run the show. Not only is he being allowed the run the show, but the cocksucker was actually allowed to be in control over what I do. Like are you serious right now? I am the World Heavyweight Champion. I am THE star of Sin City Wrestling and he’s being allowed to book my matches? That’s complete and utter bullshit.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Well in the interest of fairness, Calvin. That was kind of the stipulations that came with The Modern Day, Crusader winning the King for a Day matchup at High Stakes.

CALVIN HARRIS: You see my face right now?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Well yeah...

CALVIN HARRIS: And does it look like I give a single fuck about what the stipulations were to some bogus ass match that he won? Honestly, does it look like there’s any amount of me that cares.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS I don’t...

CALVIN HARRIS: It was a rhetorical question. Of course, I don’t care!

Calvin’s attitude was starting to shine through just a little more. By no means at all was he in a good mindset about tonight. That much had been made clear time and time again, but he had no problem making it clear once again. Ms. Mountains was actually getting an interview out of him. Therefore it didn’t appear like she was going to stop asking questions just yet. Deciding to push it a little more.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Well, is it because of the match you’re booked in? Is it because The Modern Day, Crusader chose to take you on?

CALVIN HARRIS: Won’t lie to you. That has a lot to do with it. First of all, the guy shouldn’t have been allowed to run the show. It’s as simple as that. Fuck the match he won and fuck the stipulations that came with it. Secondly, the guy should have never been allowed to decide my fate on anything. He shouldn’t have been allowed to decide any matches for me. He shouldn’t have been allowed to put me in any segments. He shouldn’t have been allowed to do anything with me at all. I am someone that is above him and forever will be. But not only does he get to decide all of that. He’s allowed to book HIMSELF in a match with me. What in the actual hell is going on around here?

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Again, I know this isn’t something that you want to hear. You’ve made it clear how you feel about the situation. But again that was part of the terms to the match he won. He literally got to be king for the day and basically do whatever he wanted.

CALVIN HARRIS: That much is obvious.

Rolling his eyes a little bit into the back of his head. Further expressing just how annoyed he was with the situation at hand. Sad part was the show had just started and he still had to deal with the match later in the evening.

CALVIN HARRIS: You know what? I am going to piss a lot of people off by saying this. It’s going to come off as I’m breaking kayfabe. You know this law that wrestlers are supposed to live by, but fuck it. I’m going to say it because it needs to be said. The only goddamn reason The Modern Day Crusader booked this match is because he’s a complete and utter mark for himself. Yes, I said it. The guy is a fucking mark and the worst kind of mark. One that marks out for himself. He believes his own bullshit. Believes his own hype. Believes that he should be in the main event, competing against the big names, competing against World Champions. Believes all this shit, but at the same time is refusing to believe in reality. And the reality of the situation is The Modern Day Crusader sucks. I mean the guy really sucks. He’s flat out horrible. Any other time, any other place, any other situation. The Modern Day Crusader would not be allowed in the ring with me, the top guy. But because he got to do what he wanted and because he’s a mark for himself. He made this match and I’ve got to sadly deal with it.

That bitterness was flowing out in every word that he spoke. At that moment though, Calvin found himself stopping and the reason he was stopping was due to a big table being carried across the hall. Headed in the direction of the concession stands. Sitting on top of that table were t-shirts, sweaters, towels, and various other things that supported superstars. One thing that managed to stand out to the Martyr though was the pile of tin-foil hats directly in the middle of the table. He slammed his hands down on the table causing to hit the concrete floor. As the two stage hands that had been carrying it looked at him with surprise in their eyes. His glare was intense as he pointed directly to the pile.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the hell is this?!

STAGE HAND #1: Uh... it’s uh...

STAGE HAND #2: Uh... Merchandise for tonight’s show?!

CALVIN HARRIS: You know damn well what I’m talking about. You see me pointing it out to me. Someone better start explaining to me, what the hell that is and why it’s on this damn table!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Woah, calm down there Calvin.

CALVIN HARRIS: Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! I want some damn answers!

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Look, it was a special request made by The Modern Day Crusader. He was telling people that the tin-foil hats are going to be a hot seller tonight, considering everyone here is about to see the first ever tin-foil ladder match. His goal is to get people to buy them, so the arena is filled with tin-foil hat wearing fans when the match takes place tonight. It’s not that big of a deal. Just a way to make some more money for everyone.

CALVIN HARRIS: Not that big of a deal huh?!

He nodded his head in a bit of an aggressive manner. Suddenly he turned himself around facing the two men that were standing directly behind him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Destroy it!

Those two words seemed to echo throughout the hall. Right away the two men walked past Calvin and grabbed a hold of the table. Right away the two stage hands made themselves disappear by running off down the hall. With a simple toss the two men threw the table with all the merchandise against the brick wall. It hit with a thud sending the items everywhere. However trapping most of the tin-foil hats under the table. Leading to the scruffy deranged looking man to start stomping on top of the table crushing the tin-foil hats under it with ease. Ms. Mountains stood there in a little bit of shock. Surprised by what she was seeing.

MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS Calvin, what are you even doing?!

There was rage in his eyes as Calvin’s gaze turned to her. It was that same rage that she had seen once before. Made the hair on the back of her neck stand up out of fear. As she heard those words of his begin to escape his mouth.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’m done. I’m done with this interview. I’m done with your stupid questions. I’m done with Sin City Wrestling making me look bad every time I turn around. I’m done with being made to look foolish. I’m done with being embarrassed. I’m done with all of this bullshit!

Rage was filled in his voice. Each word he spoke he seemed to sound angrier and angrier as he went on. That’s when Ms. Mountains was forced to pay real close attention to these words.

CALVIN HARRIS: Every last person in this company is going to pay. Mark Ward will pay. Christian Underwood will pay. The fans will pay. In time you’re going to pay. Every man and woman on this roster will pay. This is the last damn time anyone makes a mockery out of me. And it’s going to start tonight with the destruction of the Modern Day Crusader!

The rage and the fire that was in his eyes at that particular moment truly did drive home the point that things were going to get out of hand later in the night. Calvin turned his back to her and began to walk away. In doing so, both the men that he was now associated with began to follow him as well. The Martyr had taken this match as a sign of disrespect. He had painted this picture in his head that they were out to embarrass him and they were out to make him look bad. He was the World Champion and therefore he deserved better than he was getting. This mindset that he was carrying himself with. Might not have been the one that everyone else shared. Maybe he had a chip on his shoulder and maybe he had this world against him mentality, but there was nothing that could now change what was going to happen in the night. All hell was going to break loose. In doing so things just might not ever be the same again in the world of Sin City Wrestling.