[Calvin Harris]

 

ACT I: ROCK OUT

It was the night before Calvin would get on a flight to Las Vegas, Nevada and begin a long couple of days for Sin City Wrestling’s last ever Climax Control. Instead of finding himself in bed and getting some much needed relaxation. Calvin found himself in a secluded part of the house. More specifically inside of his wife’s personal studio. It was very rare that he spent any real time in this studio. Every now and then he would have joined Alessandra in seeing her record a song or two. But this wasn’t his area and he didn’t really have a musical talent in his bone. Yet for some reason, he was in the studio with an electric guitar in hand. However he wasn’t alone either. There was his three year old standing in front of a tiny microphone with her hands on her hips. Looking up at him tapping her foot impatiently.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Gosh Daddy! Hurry up!

CALVIN HARRIS: Hey! Cut me some slack here. Mama is the professional here.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Well learn to be one!

Sticking her tongue out in a sarcastic way. Calvin couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. He then proceeded to bring his fingers into position on the guitar as he looked back at her.

CALVIN HARRIS: You ready kiddo?!

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Duhhhhhh!

CALVIN HARRIS: Alright then. Here we go. One two, and a one, two, three!

Calvin began to use the pick in his hand against the guitar. Making some strong notes surge throughout the studio walls. Might not have been the best or the most on key, but they did string together nicely. Leaning forward into the microphone as he belted out lyrics.

CALVIN HARRIS: There Griffin was just fumblin’ round the ring, screaming...

Pausing for his moment. Looking right at VP as that was her cute. She grabbed her toy microphone screaming into it.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Man, I suck. I really-really suck!

A proud smirk crept on Calvin’s face. His fingers strumming against the guitar once again. Picking up the same stream of notes as he belted his lyrics out again.

CALVIN HARRIS: Snapping his bones and leaving himself paralyzed. Screaming...

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Man, I suck. I really-really suck!

CALVIN HARRIS: Griffin looked bad!

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: He looked bad!

CALVIN HARRIS: Griffin can’t wrestle!

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: He can’t wrestle!

CALVIN HARRIS: Griffin looked bad, he can’t wrestle, and I nearly laughed my ass off!

Calvin’s fingers began to strum across the guitar a little quicker. Picking up the pace to his not so perfect but at least somewhat in tune notes. Seemingly really getting into the music, until it was suddenly stopped. An erie silence filled the room. Quickly, Calvin and VP both looked over at where the guitar was supposed to be plugged in. Standing there cord in hand was a less than impressed looking Alessandra.

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Uh oh...

The tiny girl quickly hid behind her father. Hiding her face cause she could tell the both of them were in trouble. Mostly because VP should have been in bed at this time or night. Calvin kind of gave a goofy grin and waved.

CALVIN HARRIS: ’Sup babe?

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me ‘sup with’ with our three year old being out of bed at two in the morning?

CALVIN HARRIS: Well you see... it’s ...

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: It’s that her father is being irresponsible. It’s that her father is just as much of a child as she is. It’s her father wants me to punch him in his chest for not following my bedtime rules.

CALVIN HARRIS: Or it’s her father wanted to spend some quality time with her before he went on the road again? And we just happen we make beautiful music together.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: No, she makes beautiful music. She can sing. You on the other hand? Well, love you truly so this might sting... You suck!

Alessandra finally dropped the cord and folded her arms across her chest a little bit. Calvin looked back at VP who was still hiding her little face behind him. Then looked back at his wife.

CALVIN HARRIS: I don’t know if I’d go that far and say that I suck.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Oh, but I would go that far. I’m the musician here. I’d know. As much as I’m all aboard with a parody song making fun of Griffin Hawkins dumbass. That was garbage and I’d appreciate if you never touch my equipment again.

CALVIN HARRIS: Jesus! Kill dreams why don’t you?!

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Well, you’re going to kill Griffin’s career in four days right?

CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, but...

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: But nothing. Stick to what you know. Be a good wrestler. End careers. Beat up useless wannabe rock stars like that. Just don’t disrespect my sactionary again.

Calvin just looked at her for a brief moment. Alessandra at that moment bent down at the knees and grabbed a hold of VP’s tiny hand. Pulling her towards her just a little bit.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: And as far as you go little girl...

VANELLOPE REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Mama, I’m sorry!

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Oh I know. But do me a favor? And stop letting your father talk you into bad ideas. They never end well. Making a song about Griffin Hawkins won’t do anything for you. It’ll make you just as relevant as him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Savage as fuck!

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: And this savage is now ending this rock star session. Get both of your behinds in bed or your grounded!

CALVIN HARRIS: Grounded?! I’m a grown ass...

Calvin was cut off mid-sentence just by the deadly glare that Alessandra was giving him as she scooped VP off the ground and into her arms. He kind of glared a bit and put his head down.

CALVIN HARRIS: I bet Becky didn’t cut Jesse and the Rippers off like this!

Those were the last words to come out of his mouth as he began to follow her up the steps and out of the studio. He hit the light switch behind him as he had this small little thought in the back of his head. He might have been having a little fun. He might have enjoyed poking fun at Griffin Hawkins. However in four days, it was going to be all about business and that’s when he was going to have to put an end to this entire Griffin Hawkins experience. It had lasted far too long, but he was the perfect man to do the job. If SCW lost another star just a few weeks before their last show. Oh well, it isn’t like Griffin Hawkins was anything special anyway.

ACT II: Pure Hatred

For the fans of Sin City Wrestling. Tomorrow night in the Gold Coast Casino, in Las Vegas, Nevada. It was going to be a bittersweet thing. This was officially going to be the very last Climax Control until the super show Full Circle. This would be the last time their weekly show would be around. It was something that dedicated fans had looked forward to for six long years. It was something that superstars and bombshells alike had looked forward to for six years. Only for it to be gone, just like that. After all the news of SCW was well known at this point. Sure enough though for it being the last Climax Control. All the stops had been pulled out. Some of the best matches you could ask for had been booked. Not to mention several legends were going to be part of the show. Somewhere even competing. It was just going to be a historic night.

But there was always that one bad egg. There was always that one person that would make what was meant to be a good and enjoyable thing for everyone else, and turn it into a non-enjoyable situation. In this case that bad egg happened to be the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. As the cameras found themselves opening up at that exact moment. There was Calvin Harris. An already irritated look consumed his eyes. That alone was enough to set the tone and let people know that was about to come out of his mouth wasn’t going to be something that was the least bit pleasant. Then again at this point people had come to know just exactly how the Martyr was. There was almost nothing pleasant that ever came from dealing with him. Locking those eyes on the cameras recording him. He began to speak, breaking the silence and further cementing the stone for how this was going to be.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’d like to think at this point that it isn’t a shock in the least bit that I don’t like Griffin Hawkins. Matter of fact it should be pretty damn obvious that I have a pure and utter hatred for Griffin Hawkins. A hatred that runs so deep that if the man was on fire and basically dying in front of me. I wouldn’t so much as waste my time by pissing on him to put him out. I’d much rather enjoy just watching him burn to death.

Calvin spoke with such a confidence about him. It was real difficult for anyone to ever think that he wasn’t serious about what he was saying. This man was talking about enjoying someone burning to death and he genuinely sounded like he meant it.

CALVIN HARRIS: Of course, I can already here it now. Thousands upon thousands of people are going to say that’s going too far. I am sure the moment I get back to my phone. I’m going to have hundreds upon hundreds of tweets of people cussing me out because I said that. Not to mention, I am sure those comments are going to have Griffin all in his feels. I can only imagine the crap that’s going to come out of his mouth. At the same exact time. Allow me to just be honest with all of you, shall I? There’s nothing that either of you can say that’s going to make me feel bad. There’s nothing that Griffin can say that’s going to make me take my comments back. For I have never been a man that’s backed down from anything he’s ever said. I’m not about to start now. Not to mention when I say that hatred runs deep. Trust me, it’s as deep as it gets and there’s no cure for it.

There was a brief shake of his head. By no means was it a surprise that Calvin had a dislike or as he put it a hatred for Griffin. That much had been known for a few months now. Question on everyone’s mind though. Is why was there such a hatred? Especially one that seemingly couldn’t be cured. That was the insane part that made people wonder.

CALVIN HARRIS: Now surely at this point. Griffin right along with the rest of you marks. Are asking yourselves one simple question. Something along the lines of. Why do I hate Griffin? What could have possibly happened that triggered such a deep hatred? How could someone like Griffin, someone that everyone loves rub me the wrong way so bad that I’d be alright with his death? Well, that’s simple. You see contrary to popular belief. It has nothing to do with our very brief interaction with each other a few months ago. Matter of fact the hatred doesn’t stem from anything SCW related at all. Now, I assure you the way he went popping off at the mouth several weeks back didn’t help him any, but that’s not where it started at all. Nah, in fact the hatred for Griffin started several-several years ago and it would have been something he didn’t even know happened.

Pausing for a brief moment. It was clear that his pause was intentional. For no other reason than to make people wonder where this was going to go. However the Martyr himself knew there was no chance that anyone would ever guess.

CALVIN HARRIS: You see one of the things that I hate the most about professional wrestling these days is there are far too many fakes. By that I mean there are far too many people that have gotten into the business without any proper training. There’s been far too many people that have gotten into this business who think just after one training class that they’ve got what it takes to go far. There are far too many people that should have never been broken into this business that somehow weasel their way into said business, but then don’t take it seriously. Griffin Hawkins is one of those people. I can’t tell you how many times when I did actually follow this goofball, the pure and utter bullshit that he’d put out on twitter. In between useless retweets, his youtube songs, and all this “rock” on shit.

A few tweets would surface where the guy would put himself over. He’d talk about how good he was. He’d talk about all these things he had supposedly accomplished. For crying out loud the guy had his own championship made. And this is the thing that annoyed me the most about all of that. It wasn’t that he was clearly a mark for himself. Everyone knows I hate that shit, but that wasn't the issue. It wasn’t that the dude was hyping himself up. He didn’t do anything I haven’t done. But instead the issue I had, is this guy was hyping himself up to be this great wrestler. Yet had no actual proof. None, zero, zip, nada. He had no proof to any of these credentials in which he was bragging about. There were no matches of him having these excellent matches, he never mentioned a single promotion by name, and at the end of the day it looked like Griffin Hawkins was blowing smoke.

Calvin gritted his teeth together just a little bit. For it seemed just mentioning what he believed was true about Griffin was something that got under his skin like no other.

CALVIN HARRIS: It didn’t take me very long after that to figure out that Griffin Hawkins falls into a certain category of people. That category of people is generally described as twitter wrestlers. In case you don’t know what those are. Allow me to explain. They’re this small group of people that form a twitter account. They start following all these wrestlers and all these wrestling promotions. They start sucking up, kissing ass, blowing smoke, and doing all their snowball bullshit. Telling all these lies to people to make himself seem cool. Forming all these relationships with people that were buying into his bullshit. To the point that those people actually started to stand up for him when someone called him out.

Because like idiots they got wrapped up in the lies that he was telling. Simply put Griffin along with the other community of twitter wrestlers are nothing more than marks that have never really done anything in the wrestling business and don’t actually want to step into the ring, but want to act tough and live the glamorous life of living a wrestler. Griffin is kind of like that forty year old virgin that lives at home with his parents that believes wrestling is still real and believes that he could be the best wrestler in the world. It’s the most pathetic thing ever, but at the same time one of the most hilarious things ever. Though it did get funniest from there. A lot funnier, when Griffin got more and more offended when people called him out.

The man was like a child. He raged when people said that he was full of shit. He got all kinds of butt-hurt when people demanded to know where he had wrestled before and to name the people he’s been in the ring with. He got irritated when people called him out and demanded to know who he was trained by or where he was trained. If he wasn’t getting pissed off at that. He was trying his hardest to make fun of those that were calling him out. He was trying his hardest to make people look foolish, for making him foolish. The dude looks like he’s damn near fifty and he was acting like an eleven year old on twitter. Fucking pathetic in every sense of the word. After seeing all of this. I stopped following Griffin and I thought I’d never encounter the dude ever again.

Once again there was another shake in his head. Those few words that came out of his mouth were clearly words that were aiming to bury the Internet Champion. By no means at all there was there a ounce of respect for the self proclaimed Rockstar. That alone made things interesting. It made people want to see why he hated him, but at the same time exactly where this was going to go.

CALVIN HARRIS: But in one of the rare incidents in life. I ended up being wrong about encountering Griffin. Cause a few years after I stopped following the joke. He ended up showing up in a company by the name of World Elite Wrestling. The very first company that I could say that I called home and the very first major company I had ever worked for. I had been there about three years by the time that Griffin had shown up. And much like when Griffin showed up to SCW. There was a lot of hype surrounding him. There were a lot of people already singing his praises. From the gate people were expecting big things out of him. All I did was roll my eyes. I knew then the dude was going to fall on his face. Though, I admit that it shocked me that he decided to leave the twitter world. It didn’t surprise me that he decided to stop hiding behind - at the tim - a hundred and forty characters or less and actually step into the ring. At the same time though, I knew it would only be a matter of time before you exposed yourself to the world and sure enough that’s what you ended up doing.

A very brief and sarcastic chuckle fell from his lips. It was like he took pride in Griffin failing, or at least in his opinion failing.

CALVIN HARRIS: Not long after Griffin arrived to WEW. The man found himself taking loss after loss. He found himself being put in the ring with real talent, to which he didn’t even come close to competing with. Most of the time when Griffin was in the ring. He was dominated. He was in what looked like squash matches. I guess you could say that most of the time when he competed. He was jobbed out and that’s because of the lack of talent he had compared to the people that he was in the ring with. Needless to say because the people were seeing it with their own eyes. The hype that Griffin had around him died down fast. People weren’t singing his praises anymore.

Matter of fact the fans had soured on him and a lot of people were just saying that Griffin Hawkins was just another guy on the roster. Didn’t have anything to offer and wasn’t going to end up going anywhere. Which, I could have told them from the start. After a few weeks of those losses piling up. All of the sudden Griffin stopped showing up when he was booked. He stopped appearing in segments that were designed from him. Pretty much in two months time Griffin Hawkins was non-existent to the WEW roster. It’s like he had packed up his bags and disappeared. Come to find out, he actually did take his ball and go home. By why he did so is what makes me laugh. It had to do with how he was treated, or that’s how he was putting it on twitter.

In true Calvin fashion. He began to roll his eyes just a little bit and showcasing just how much he found that specific situation to be annoying more than anything else. Then again griffin was much like Calvin the sense that he should be allowed to say what he wanted to say, when he wanted to say it. It all came down to a figure of speech.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yes, Griffin has always been like a little girl. Always has to put his feelings out there on social media. Dude is and always will be a little bitch. But the point is, Griffin was putting it out there how he was disrespected by people in WEW. He was talking about how no one would “build him up” and talking about how everyone “no sold” him.  He was bitter about how no one took him seriously and how everyone was just writing him off. Yes, believe it or not. This was the type of shit the dude was saying. But in reality, it’s never been anyone’s job to “sell him” or to “build him” up. It’s never been required for anyone to take him seriously or make him out to be some big deal. That’s not anyone’s job but his own.

Of course Griffin doesn’t have any real talent. Therefore he can’t do any of those things and expects everyone to do it for him. Although as he was hit with a much needed reality check. That’s not how the business worked. Griffin crawled back into his twitterverse and that’s where he seemed to stay for quite sometime. I thought I’d never see him again.But once again in a rare incident I was wrong. Because he showed up here in SCW. Only for history to seemingly repeat itself. Everyone was sucking the dude’s dick. Everyone was putting him over as the greatest thing to come to SCW. People were putting this guy up on this pedestal. It was enough to make me sick, but at the same time I wasn’t that bothered by it. I expected it to wear off like it did before.

Along with that, I expected history to repeat itself in the sense that our paths wouldn’t cross one another. Now if this was baseball, it’d be three strikes I’m out. For the third time I’d be wrong. Because it didn’t wear off like it did last time. Instead Griffin somehow someway found a way to progress and not just progress but found someway to win a championship around here. Not just that, but the man has found someway to have a winning streak. At this point, I’m not even sure if he’s lost since joining SCW. That boggles my fucking mind because it makes no sense. Granted, I know most of the roster is garbage. I mean the talent on this roster is pretty trash, but they can’t be that bad that a twitter wrestler.

Someone that’s never really done anything in this business is just dominating them. But that seems to be the case right now. Along with being wrong about that. I was also wrong about the two of us having our paths cross one another. It’s obvious at this point that tomorrow night. In the main event of the final ever Climax Control. The two of us are going to go one on one. I would have never thought that I’d ever have a match with him. Considering my talent speaks for itself and that I should be in the ring with people that are my equal. But at the same time after the last few weeks with how the men in charge have been doing things. I guess I should say that I am not surprised. This is the match they’ve decided for me.

Still in full effect Calvin was speaking like he was highly annoyed by everything in regards to this situation. The Martyr had expressed on more than one occasion how much. After all for months now Calvin had been expressing how annoyed he had been with the company and how they were treating him. At the same time though nothing had changed. It was falling upon deaf ears. Therefore his rants weren’t really getting him anywhere.

CALVIN HARRIS: There’s so much that I have to say about that, but before I do. I feel like I’ve got address the very first time that Griffin and I were forced to interact here in SCW. It was only a few months back when I was put into a tag match. Taking on the team of The Unholy Alliance, to which the powers that be thought it would be a genius idea that I be teamed with Griffin. To me that was them setting me up to fail. To me that was them setting me up to lose. That was nothing more than a slap in the face to me and a slap in the face to my abilities. To which I openly expressed and let it be known I wasn’t a fan. I wasn’t a fan of the match or my so called partner. Pretty sure I said that Griffin wasn’t good enough to be my tag partner.

To which apparently, I offended him in the process. I was shamed left and right on twitter. Griffin was mad that I didn’t him a direct tweet where I took time to tag him. First and foremost, I didn’t think I needed to waste thirty seconds of my life on you. Second of all, you saw the tweet anyway. You heard the promo anyway. It made its way around the locker room. Obviously, you found out how I felt about you one way or the other. So does it really make a difference that I didn’t directly tag you in a tweet? Jesus Christ, could you sound anymore like a bitch? Not to mention, you sound like you could get tougher skin. You lashed out and started blowing up my notifications for days, until I muted you. All because I didn’t want you as my tag partner? Ha!

If that caused the response it did. I could imagine the amount of spaztastic tweets that are going to come from you after all that I’ve said this time out. Good news for me is like I said, you’re muted and I won’t see any of them. However I brought that up to point out that just a few months ago. You couldn’t handle one negative thing being said about you. Which proves that nothing has changed about you. You’re a giant man-child who cries anytime someone attacks you from a verbal sense. Well, newsflash Griffin. You’re garbage. You’re not good at wrestling. You shouldn’t be in this business. Don’t know how many times that needs to be said, but because that’s the case. I’m going to call it like I see it. I don't care how hurt you get. Don’t care how emotion you get.

But there might be one saving grace to all of this. After this promo is leaked. There’s nothing else to be said on my end in regards to you. I won’t be attacking you in a verbal sense. I won’t be picking apart your lackluster abilities. I won’t be forcing you to be all in your feelings and on the verge of crying your eyes out. Nah, all of that will end when it comes to talking. Cause you see the one thing you’ve yet to understand in this business. There’s a time for talking, but then there’s a time for backing up said talk. Eventually someone who is talking the talk, has to walk the walk. I know you’ve never truly had to walk the walk. I on the other hand have several times therefore it’s going to be a cake walk for me Sunday night at Climax Control.

His smirk on his lips began to spread into an arrogant smirk once again. That smirk was starting to paint the picture that he had something evil up his sleeve. Like something was about to be said that couldn’t be unheard and that might forever just sake the foundation of things. After all that’s just the kind of person that he was.

CALVIN HARRIS: The time for talking ends the moment that the two of us step into the ring. Which is why the first thing I’m going to do is punch you right in your fucking mouth. That one single punch is going to be years of pent of frustration and aggression. It’s going to be years of hatred. It’s all going to come up in that one punch and that punch just might be the very thing that ends this match. Hell, it could even be the one thing that ends your career. But if for some reason, you do manage to get up with less teeth in your mouth. Then, I’ll punch you as hard as I can a second time and I’ll keep doing that until you stay down. You see, Griffin. This isn’t about who is the best wrestler.

This isn’t about putting on a final show for SCW. Instead this is simply about me beating your ass, embarrassing you, and ending your career. You’ve been a fake and phony since day one, and people like you don’t belong in my business. No one has had the balls to end you before, so I am going to be the one to do it and I know there’s nothing you can do about it. Because you don’t have the skill or the talent to stop me. You’re a complete and utter waste of space. Your mother should have strangled you when you were born. You serve no purpose and I’m finally going to make you see that light. Whether you want to or not.

Each word escaping his lips caused that smirk to grow a little more. The fire in his eyes becoming more intense.

CALVIN HARRIS: Griffin Hawkins, your time as a burning bright star has come to an end. You’re going to be like every other person I’ve faced up until this point. You’re going to be sucked into this black abyss and you’re going to disappear into obscurity. Meanwhile in the end I’ll be the one with my hand raised high in victory once again. For I have always been and always will be better than someone like you!

Those were the very last words to come out of his mouth. His expression said it all in wrapping everything up. He meant every word that he said and that he was a man that was on a mission. A mission that couldn’t be stopped no matter how heard that Griffin might have tried. There was just no way it could be derailed. In that moment the Martyr turned and walked right out of the cameras view leading to the cameras slowly fading to static. Now for the next twenty four hours people were left wondering what was going to come out of all of this. It wasn’t going to be a match that anyone wanted to miss. Sin City Wrestling was going to go out with a bang that was for sure.