[Calvin Harris]

 

ACT I: Let The Games Begin

On a Monday Morning, Calvin was doing what most men wish they could do. For on a Monday Morning most men were at their nine to five, sitting behind a desk, and getting chewed out the entire day by their boss. Instead the man was getting the chance to sit at home and enjoy video games. At the age of twenty nine, he was still into video games as much as he was when he was fourteen. Sitting in the very room he had designed to be his “man-cave” which was a setup of all his games and etc. Calvin was seated comfortably, head set on, controller in hand, and his attention fully on his television screen. Only problem is that he was consumed by the entire game that he couldn’t hear the knocking to the door. His fingers were tapping the buttons to the controller rather quickly. The knocking on the door got a little louder, but being submerged in the sounds of the game through his headset. It didn’t come close to getting his attention.

About that time the door came pushed open. With a little bit of force, coming real close to hitting the wall behind the door but stopped just an inch from doing so. Standing in the doorway of the door was not only his wife, but his three - going on - four year old. To which even the door opening it didn’t grab his attention. His fingers tapped the buttons a little quicker. Alessandra simply shook her head for a brief moment before walking right up behind him. Reaching around the chair and with a quick yank, she pulled his headphones off his head. Quickly, it caused him to look over his shoulder behind him to see her standing there. A little bit of a stern look in her eyes. His own expression showing a rather confused one to say the very least.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Really Calvin?

CALVIN HARRIS: What?

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Vanellope is knocking so hard she could wake our neighbors and you didn’t hear that?

CALVIN HARRIS: How could I have heard her? You see what I’m doing. It isn’t like I ignored her on purpose.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: I swear sometimes I feel like I’ve got three children and one of them just happens to be a teenager.

She rolled her eyes a little bit. Turning herself away from him and starting to walk back to the door to join their child.

CALVIN HARRIS: Well, what was needed? It was obviously important.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: You got a present, daddy!

CALVIN HARRIS: A present? From who?

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: We don’t know. It was sitting on the porch.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Come open it, come open it!

CALVIN HARRIS: Why the heck would anyone send me a present in the mail?

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Well, you are old and did just have a birthday.

Calvin just glared at her for that brief moment. Alessandra had quite the smirk on her face, as she simply couldn’t pass up the chance to poke fun at him. Especially with him turning twenty nine a few weeks ago. He rolled his own eyes, as he pushed himself out of the chair that he had been sitting in. walking towards the doorway to which Vanellope decided to make a beeline down the hall and to the steps that lead downstairs. She was far more excited to see him open a present than he was to open it himself. Following behind Alessandra as she walked ahead of him down the steps. In a matter of seconds Calvin found himself in the kitchen where Vanellope was pulling a chair up to the counter. Sure enough sitting on top of the counter was a giant box. It had been covered in all black wrapping paper. To which there was a massive green bow on top of it.

CALVIN HARRIS: What is this?

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Again, I don’t know. But whomever decided to choose this type of wrapping paper and that ugly green bow has no idea how to wrap. You got to draw people’s attention when giving a gift!

CALVIN HARRIS: Look at you, suddenly being an expert on gifts. Wasn’t it you that just threw my gift at me last Christmas? Didn’t bother to wrap it up or anything?

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: And weren’t you kind of being a bit of a di---

She cut herself off when she looked to the right of her. Seeing that Vanellope was still standing right there beside her. Alessandra’s eyes giving Calvin quite the clear. She wanted so badly to call him a dick, but she couldn’t.

CALVIN HARRIS: Something wrong dear? Cat got your tongue?!

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Shut up. You know what I was saying.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Open it up, Daddy!

CALVIN HARRIS: You know the way that you’re acting Miss VP. You’d assume it was a gift that belonged to you or something.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: I want to see what’s inside, please!

CALVIN HARRIS: Alright, alright. Hold onto your pants, kiddo.

That being said Calvin grabbed a hold of the green bow and pulled on one of the stings causing it to be pulled out of the bow position. As it turned out the bow was holding the top of the box down. Because the moment the bow was pulled free flaps to the present opened up but what came out was a bit of a strange sight. An all green balloon proceeded to float out of the box. Calvin’s eyebrow raised in confusion.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Balloons! Daddy, you got balloons!

Calvin was a little zoned out at that point. A single balloon coming out of the box, it just seemed odd. Heck getting a present delivered to his house was odd in general. He grabbed a hold of the box and tilted it to him to look down inside of it. For the most part the box was completely empty. Aside from a lone piece of paper that was laying down at the bottom of the box. Grabbing a hold of this paper, he pulled it out of the box and held it out in front of him. There were some hand written words on this paper of piece of paper. Calvin just glared at them.

“ Let The Games Begin, Calvin. ”
-- Anthrax

Once those words registered in the mind of Calvin. It didn’t take very long at all for him to crumble that piece of paper in his hand and toss it right back in the box. This expression on his face said it all. He was livid. He was furious. He was downright pissed off. His eyes shifting to Alessandra as she could see the look on his face.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: What’s the problem? What did it say?

CALVIN HARRIS: It isn’t important. But you need to start packing a weekend’s worth of clothing for yourself, VP, and Oliver.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Oooh, where are we going?!

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: I second that. Where are we going, Calvin?!

CALVIN HARRIS: With me to California.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Wait a minute. Do you not understand how hard it is going to be to pack up all the stuff we need for a trip like this? Have you thought about how hard it is going to be to fly with a couple month old? And why do we need to go? Since when do you just start making demands like that?

She was glaring a little at him more. There was just a slight sound of panic in her voice. Normally, she wasn’t one to panic or get bothered by anything too much. Course being left in the dark by her husband wasn’t settling very well. Calvin just shook his head a little bit.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’ve absolutely got no time to argue with you right now. You and the kids are going with me. It’s the simple.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Calvin...

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Come on Mama! Daddy is taking us with him!

The small child had grabbed a hold of her mother’s hand and tried to tug her away for the steps. Alessandra just glared at Calvin one final time. Seemingly accepting defeat in this one situation when she gave in and turned herself around starting to follow the child out of the kitchen heading for the steps. Calvin watched the two of them leave the room and as soon as the coast was clear. He turned himself back around glaring at the balloon floating around his kitchen. Nodding his head with that glare in his eyes.

CALVIN HARRIS: Oh you’re right. Let the games begin...

His glare didn’t leave that balloon that was floating around the kitchen. In the mind of Calvin, a line had been crossed that shouldn’t have been crossed. In what he assumed was just a match between him and some low level talent roster member had turned very personal, very quickly. One thing you didn’t do was come anywhere the Martyr’s personal live. You didn’t come near his wife. You didn’t come near his kids. You didn’t come near his house. All of that was just a no go. His personal life was his personal life and now it had been invaded. Little did a certain some know. Crossing that line was going to cost them in a very-very big way. To which in the end they’d have no one to blame but themselves.

ACT II: The Meeting

The day had been much-much longer than anyone had expected. Certainly was much longer than Calvin expected or anticipated, but that had everything to do with traveling with his family to California. Alessandra had a point traveling with a couple month old was not easy at all, but he wasn’t about to let her know she was right. Not to mention this was all for the benefit of everyone. Looking down at his phone with Alessandra and the two children crashed in the bed. There was a sudden light knock on the hotel door. Placing his phone down on the bedside table, he quickly pushed himself up out of the bed and headed for the door. When he pulled it open. Standing on the other side were the two men he had become aligned with: Daniel Richards and Gabriel Michaels. Calvin took a step out and closed the door behind him.

DANIEL RICHARDS: What the hell is this meeting about?

CALVIN HARRIS: Keep it down idiot. My family is sleeping inside.

DANIEL RICHARDS: Then why the fuck would you call a meeting at this time of night?!

CALVIN HARRIS: Because, it’s the only time I’ve had to talk about this.

DANIEL RICHARDS: Guess you better learn to prioritize better huh?

GABRIEL MICHAELS: Would you two stop acting like little bitches?!

As always Gabriel spoke with a stern voice to himself. Calvin and Daniel just looked at him for a brief moment. Course the man had a point. As much as they were on the same page. There was always going to be some animosity between Calvin and Daniel. Had been for years and their personalities just clashed with one another. Calvin nodded some, seemingly letting cooler heads prevail in this situation. Looking at the two of them now.

CALVIN HARRIS: Look, I need to speak to you guys about something. We have done a job of making ourselves known in SCW. But Sunday has to be something different than just making a name for ourselves. In fact Sunday isn’t even about success over the system. It’s much-much personal than that.

GABRIEL MICHAELS: Personal?

CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, personal. It seems the goofy ass wannabe killer clown that they’ve decided to put me in the ring with wants to make things personal. This piece of shit delivered a present and a note to my house. That tells me he knows where I live. That tells me he knows about my family. And I’m not going to tolerate that shit. I want to take him out, for good. Not just beat him up. Not just rough him up. Not just send a statement. No, none of that. We need to end him.

DANIEL RICHARDS: Wait. Did you say clown?

CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, I didn’t stutter.

DANIEL RICHARDS: I don’t fuck with clowns.

CALVIN HARRIS: What?

DANIEL RICHARDS: You heard what I said.

GABRIEL MICHAELS: Are you telling us you’re afraid of clowns? The man who has never shown fear at anything he’s ever done. Has been lit on fire, has been cut with barbwire, who has tried to fight an entire police force after a night of drinking, and clowns are your kryptonite?!

DANIEL RICHARDS: Calm down there Sasquatch! I never said anything about being afraid of clowns. I just said, I don’t fuck with them.

GABRIEL MICHAELS: Sounds like the same thing and it sounds like you’re bleeding from your vagina right now, pussy.

That struck a bit of a nerve. Causing Daniel to step up and get right in the face of his fellow teammate. Gabriel stood there with a smirk on his face. Waiting for Daniel to make the mistake of swinging. They might have been friends, brothers, teammates, but they’d fight each other if it came down to it. Quickly, Calvin got between the two of them and shoved Daniel back. Glaring at him.

CALVIN HARRIS: I don’t care what you do or don’t fuck with. You knew what you were signing up for when we decided to get the band back together. Right now, I need you to pull your head out of your ass and agree to do what needs to be done on Sunday.

DANIEL RICHARDS: You seem to be hard of hearing. I said I don’t fuck with clowns, so I don’t care what you do or don’t need.

CALVIN HARRIS: And let me ask you this then. If some creepy ass fucking clown, showed up at your doorstep, where your wife lives. Are you going to live by the bullshit you’re telling me now? You don’t fuck with clowns.

DANIEL RICHARDS: Different situation, and you know it.

CALVIN HARRIS: No, it really isn’t. And you know just by being in association me. Knowing this jackass is a little off his rocker. Who’s to say that if we don’t put an end to him when we got a chance. His next destination isn’t your place? Hmm? Who’s to say his next target isn’t your wife?

Daniel stood there just glaring at Calvin for that brief moment. He was seething pretty much at that point, but at the same time Calvin knew that he had a point. He knew that it was going to go the way he wanted.

DANIEL RICHARDS: Fine, whatever. Let’s kill the fucking thing.

CALVIN HARRIS: Good, I thought you’d see it my way.

GABRIEL MICHAELS: Then what’s the exact plan?

CALVIN HARRIS: We’ve never needed one before and we don’t need one now. Just keep an eye out as we always do. There’s going to be an opening that presents itself and when it does we’re going to attack. That simple. See you guys on Sunday.

All three of them nodded in unison seemingly understanding just exactly what the plan was. To the outsider it might have seemed like Calvin was making this a bigger deal than what it should be. To the outsider it might have seemed like things didn’t need to go this far. Yet at the same exact time there was no getting through to him or the two of them men that were in association with him. Once a decision had been made that’s all there was to it. Turning himself around Calvin headed back inside of his hotel room as the two men walked away. Closing the door behind him quietly, only to have Alessandra look up from the bed with this sleepy expression.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: What are you doing?

CALVIN HARRIS: Nothing, just had a little conversation with the guys about business on Sunday. Go back to sleep, all is well.

For a moment or two Alessandra just looked at him with that sleepy expression before giving in and laying her head back against the pillow. Calvin took a seat on the edge of the bed and picked up his phone off the bedside table. Unlocking it and going back to business from before. As far as he was concerned he had done what he needed to do to protect his family and now in a few days when Sunday rolled around. Everything was going to be handled and taken care of when it came to Anthrax. By the sounds of it Anthrax was in for a very long night and one that could change the course of his entire career.

ACT III: You’ll Float Too

The countdown was officially on. In two days Sin City Wrestling would invade San Jose, California for Climax Control. No real surprise at all that the company was back on the West Coast and dominating like only they know how to do, in their backyard so to speak. There was quite a bit of hype around the company as they were drawing very-very close to their two hundredth anniversary show. That was quite the milestone and in it being such a milestone. So many people had so many questions. What was going to take place on that night? Who was going to be there? Would any huge title matches take place? So on and so forth. Though it was simply one day at a time. They had to get through this Climax Control to get to the big one and this show in itself was big with three championship matches set to take place. Not to mention there was one man in particular that was set for action. That man being the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, himself. That’s right Calvin Harris would be in action.

And there was a very-very good chance that the Martyr wasn’t going to be alone. Not to mention there was also a very good chance that he wasn’t going to be the least bit pleased with what he was set to deal with. Then again it had become a common theme where Calvin wasn’t happy, was very bitter, and was constantly complaining about something. There didn’t seem like there was any real legitimate way around that. In that being said an official camera crew was on hand. As the cameras found themselves starting to open up. Sure enough the moment that they did. The focus was on The Martyr. Calvin stood there with a slight smirk on his lips and the SCW World Championship draped over his right shoulder. That being said the man pulled his sunglasses away from his face before breaking the silence that filled the air.

CALVIN HARRIS: It’s the year two thousand seventeen. Real-real close to the year two thousand eighteen and people still seem to think that clowns are cool. We’re in close to the year two thousand eighteen and for some reason some idiot decided that it would be groundbreaking to have a Clown gimmick. A scary clown gimmick at that. Let me guess Pennywise the Dancing Clown decided to inspire this little gimmick of yours? Did the movie IT give you this sudden stroke of genius? Or was it a matter of you couldn’t think of anything else, so you just decided to piggyback off of what was popular in October?

Harris questioned with quite the serious look on his face. Of course it was a question that wouldn’t get a legitimate answer with Anthrax not being there. Then again knowing the Martyr. He wasn’t looking for a real answer. Instead just looking to pick apart someone in every aspect that he could. In this case it would be the man he was set to face in a few days.

CALVIN HARRIS: Or maybe it had nothing to do with you ripping off a book idea that was turned into a blockbuster horror movie that’s been around likely longer than you’ve been alive. Instead maybe, you’re just a lazy fuck that decided to borrow the idea of what was going on the year before. It was all in the news about these people dressing up like clowns and hiding out in the middle of nowhere. Only for them to attack, break into houses, and attempt to make people believe that they were going to murder them. In other words people had way too much fucking time on their hands. But the point being is maybe that’s where you came up with this idea. Maybe that’s where you came up with this gimmick. All because you don’t have an original thought in your brain and you want to piggyback off of something else in hopes of launching yourself into being some type of phenom or force within SCW.

His facial expression said it all, as his face scrunched up a little bit. His eyes rolled and he gave his head a small little shake. It was clear in that moment that Calvin was not the least bit impressed with what he was dealing with.

CALVIN HARRIS: And here’s the sad part about what you’re doing? It’s the simple fact that it is actually working. You’ve got quite a few people within the company creeped out. You’ve got quite a few people in the company that are doing everything they possibly can to stay as far away from you as possible. People are living in constant fear, because you’ve somehow managed to convince them that you are this deadly psychopathic clown. It’s a combination of that and the fact that it appears that neither one of them have a set of balls. At the end of the day though, there is one thing you need to understand Anthrax. I am a man that FEARS no one, and that even includes a man that takes hours a day just to put on clown makeup. So, that means that in a few days when we find ourselves standing across each other in this ring. Your scare tactics that have gotten you this far are about to be a complete and utter failure. It’s all about to blow up in your face.

A very sarcastic chuckle proceeded to leave the lips of Calvin. By no means would that be much of a surprise considering that The Martyr was certainly full of himself. He always believed that he had the upperhand and had always believed that he was the one in the driver's seat. No one could convince him otherwise. That’s just how the man’s ego presented itself.

CALVIN HARRIS: I bet that’s going to be a little bit of a hard pill to swallow eh? For the first time in your rather pathetic career here in Sin City Wrestling. You’re going to be in the ring with a man that you have no effect on. For the first time in your career, you’re going to stand in the ring with a man that cannot have fear struck into him. For the first time in your career, you’re going to face a man that people fear more than you. That being said I am sure that for the last week, you’ve been racking your brain over and over again. Asking yourself how is that even possible. Well, I am in a giving mood. So allow me to put your mind to rest Krusty the clown. The reason people will fear me more than they will ever fear you is because of my track record. You’re only scarey to them because they had a childhood traumatizing situation that caused them to be afraid of clowns. Take all that makeup away and you’d be just like every other Average Joe. Therefore no one would have a reason to fear you.

I on the other hand force people to fear me by my actions and my anticis. Ever since I came back to Sin City Wrestling after my extended break several months back. Every single person I had gotten in the ring with I had destroyed. I had done my worst to them. Some of those people have never wrestled again. Think about the rookies that I made my return against. They have never been seen again. I ended their careers within the snap of my fingers. Other people I’ve been in the ring with. I’ve done so much damage to them. They’ve never been the same again. Look at Joshua Acquin for example. I kicked his ass so bad, he went from being a name around here in Sin City Wrestling. To now being a guy that’s only booked when an easy win is needed for someone else. But he isn’t the only one. Oh no, let’s talk about another person shall we? Let’s talk about Dmitri, the self proclaimed immortal vampire. A man that by all means I was supposed to fear, meant to be better than me, and meant to stop me in my tracks.

Calvin’s eyes were still very much locked on the cameras before him. Each word that he was speaking at this particular moment as much as it was painful for the people to hear. It was still very much truth. His return to the company had put people on the shelf. His return to the company had changed people and made them worse off. The man was a dominant force and on top of that he was a man of great talent. It wasn’t like those people didn’t try to ruin his comeback, because they did. However in the end the talent of the Martyr was just far too much for them to overcome.

CALVIN HARRIS: Dmitri was meant to be the most dominate force in all of SCW. For crying out loud he claimed to be immortal and claimed to be a vampire. It was pretty much destined for him to be the single most dominant force. It was destined that he would be the man that no one could stop. It was destined that he would have the Holy Grail that was the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. It all made sense, but at the same time it only made sense to Dmitri. It only made sense to Mark Ward. It only made sense to Christian Underwood. For they were refusing to give me the credit that I deserved and that’s why Dmitri’s downfall was a very hard and very brutal one. In the entire few month span in which Dmitri and I’s rival was a focal point. Only once did he get the upper hand. One time he got lucky. One time and one time only could he say he was better than me. Every other time I dominated. Every other time I made him look weak. Every other time I crushed him, crushed his talent. and this entire hype around him.

Because I was not only able to hold my own against Dmitri, but because I crushed him and defeated him nearly every single time we had an encounter. I have forever changed the course of SCW. More importantly, I have forever changed how Dmitri is looked at by everyone in this company. Ward and Underwood now see that Dmitri will never be the star they want him to be. He’ll never be the man that carries this company. Fans now see that he’s lied to them and has mislead them. So they will never buy into his shit again. No one the men and women have a reason to fear him at all now. Seeing as they’ve been shown that the man is all hype. But the best part about all of this is... Dmitri knows that he’ll never be at the top of the food chain again. He knows he can’t compete against me. He knows he isn’t as good as me and he knows his days within the company are numbered. I crushed everything about him including his ego. So the question I have for you Anthrax. If I was able to do that to him, what do you think I’ll do to you?

There was a slight lift in his eyebrow when asking that question. It was clear that Calvin was wanting that question to stand out. More importantly it was clear that Calvin was wanting Anthrax to really think about that question. Because he was headed into quite the fight when Climax Control took place.

CALVIN HARRIS: In my honest opinion Anthrax. It’s all there in black and white. Facing me at Climax Control on Sunday is essentially career suicide. You face me and I’m going to not only expose you for being a fraud, but I’m going to see to it that your career never succeeds here in Sin City Wrestling. That’s what you want the most right? You want to continue to be someone that people fear. But on top of that you want to be someone that ends up successful. You likely want to take home championships. You want to take home big accolades. You want to be one of the bigger names in this company. However, if you climb into the ring with me on Sunday. All of that is going to go away. Because you see, I’m not going to have any issues kicking your ass from one side of the ring to the other. I’m not going to struggle with smearing that goofy ass makeup all over to reveal that you’re nothing more than a man behind it all. I’ve got no problems crushing your fear and ego tactics like it’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. But once I do that. It’s the end of everything you’ve built for yourself so far... So you need to ask yourself the simple question. Is that worth it in the end?

Question after question kept coming out of his mouth. Each question that came out of his mouth was putting a lot of things into perspective. It was aimed to make the man he was set to be in the ring with think about what he was truly getting himself into. Though at the same time the Martyr was a proven master manipulator. It was proven that he was damn good at getting under people’s skin and damn good at getting the mental edge.

CALVIN HARRIS: Something tells me that you’re not the brightest person in the world. Along with that something tells me that you simply don’t understand common sense. Even with me pointing out what I’ve done to people before you and with me pointing out to you what’s going to happen when we cross paths. I’ve got this sickening gut feeling that you’re going to ignore every single word that I’ve said and because you’re going to ignore it. I know you’re not going to do the right thing. I know you’re not going to take the easy way out of things. Which in case you’re not able to wrap your mind around that Anthrax. It would be best for you to not show up at Climax Control. Don’t come out to that ring. Just disappear for one week and you’ll be able to protect everything you’ve got going for you. But you’re not going to do that, because your brain isn’t wired like that. Hell, I’m not even sure that your brain is wired like any normal person in general. Although, I do know that you share the same mindset of everyone else that I’ve faced thus far in SCW. You believe that there’s a chance.

That disappointed shake in his head came once again. To further back up that it was a shake of disappoint, there was this disgusted look on his face. Needless to say it painted the picture that Calvin was simply not happy.

CALVIN HARRIS: For whatever reason Anthrax, you think that despite what I’ve said that you’re going to have a chance. Despite what I’ve said you’re convincing yourself to go forward with this match, because if you do there might be this opening that presents itself and if that opening takes place. Then maybe just maybe you might be able to do what very few can do and that’s defeat me. To which you’re focusing too much on, because you think that if you do defeat me. That it’s going to put you in front of the line of people that want a shot at this.

For that brief moment he held up the SCW Heavyweight Championship in front of the cameras.

CALVIN HARRIS: That’s honestly the most absurd thought that could ever cross that mind of yours. There’s not a chance in hell that you’re ever going to find yourself having that opportunity. Therefore there’s not a chance you’re going to jump ahead of that line. Anthrax, you can mark this day down. On December First, Two Thousand and Seventeen. I’m telling you that you’re never going to get a shot at the SCW Heavyweight Championship under any circumstances. Even if I were to die before Sunday, you wouldn’t even be considered for a match for the vacant championship. You’re nothing special and because of that, you’d never get considered. This goal of upsetting me, defeating me, and getting a future title shot is an unrealistic goal. You’re doing nothing but setting yourself up for failure. But of course everything I’ve said is going to be ignored. It’s already been decided on your end that when Sunday hits. You’re going to show up and you’re going to do whatever it is you’ve done for weeks.

However because I already know that this is the case. I’ve prepared myself to be the man I have continued to be time and time again. That’s simply a man of my word. For a man’s word is his bond and my words are the very thing that most people hang onto here in Sin City Wrestling. As much as they hate me, they pay attention to every little thing that I say. All in hopes that one day, I’m going to end up saying something that isn’t the truth. All in hopes that I slip up and don’t end up being a man of my word. They’re obsessed with proving me wrong and they're obsessed with seeing my fail. Meanwhile my only obsession is destruction and my own personal success. I love watching everything I touch crumble. I enjoy watching the people of SCW rant and rave over my success. Most of all though, I love proving that I am without the shadow of a doubt better than every single person that is placed in front of me. Anthrax, I am indeed better than you. It’s only a matter of time till you experience that first hand.

Calvin had spoke up with such a confidence to his voice. It came off more ego-fueled and arrogant than anything else at all. Then again it wasn’t like it was that much of a surprise. The man had an ego and he embraced said ego. Letting his eyes focus on those cameras he spoke out once again. Seemingly letting his final words come from his mouth. The very words that might just end up having the most important message to them all.

CALVIN HARRIS: In the end Anthrax. The one thing you can store in the back of your mind is this. Your career is going to be like the other dead ones I’ve caused. It’ll float down the fucking drain and completely forgotten about. That’s right. I said it and I say it with confidence... You’ll float too... You’ll float too... You’ll float too!

After repeating himself a few times he let this evil little chuckle of his own escape his lips. That laugh seemed to echo throughout the area in which Calvin stood. Cameras continued to record that chuckle for a couple more seconds before finally fading to black as the recording came to an end. Everything that The Martyr had just said was going to play a major factor on this match for Climax Control. It was going to force more people to tune it. It was going to ensure that every single person eyes were on this match. As well as it was going to alert Anthrax in a big way. It would alert him to the point that he was going to show up with the intentions of proving Calvin wrong, but so many had tried before. Only time would tell to see if Anthrax had it in him to stop the reign of the man that was becoming the biggest force in all of Sin City Wrestling.