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Post by johnnyraike on May 27, 2016 16:29:58 GMT
So much has happened to Johnny Raike over the last few weeks. None are more surprised than he at the lack of talking he's done, but sometimes there just isn't reason to go on and on. Seeing other people reach your goals has always left a hell of a sting. At least the second time it had been a person Johnny liked and respected, but that hadn't washed all the bad taste of one Jaqui M out of his mouth. Mostly because the loud mouth, bragging little piece of work turned tail and ran at the first sign of trouble, giving him no chance to take it on on her in pain and blood. So much for being WARPED, eh?
But, because the universe is weird like that, Johnny finds himself presented with another loud mouth who likes to tell him all about the shit he does, another person who longs to tell him who Johnny Raike is. Another person who doesn't understand, but at least Calvin Harris has it in him to show the fuck up, ready for a fight. A lot more than can be said of his last enemy. Enemies, if you factor in the GZW crew. For the most part, Johnny doesn't. Partially because a three stages of Hell match against Calvin Harris demands a lot of his attention, but also partially because for all the barking and crowing the group has done, they have done preciously little to actually disrupt Pure Amusement events, and Raike has had too much on his plate to worry about a group of lackadaisical invaders. He had a mountain to climb, and would deal with the shouters trying to cause an avalanche all in due time.
The morning after Wicked 11 finds the Most Liberated Man in Professional Wrestling up surprisingly early, particularly factoring in the trip from Thibodaux. After fighting to a double DQ last night he'd been in no mood to celebrate, but also had nothing to beat himself up for. Johnny can't remember the last time he went to bed so soon after a match, but he also can't fully remember falling off a table after a super kick. Still, last night was a reminder to all that Johnny Raike is a fighter, a man possessed with the determination to make this his moment. The Titan of the Midway belt. The number one contendership. It's time.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The cheerful yellow background and sounds of "Pure Morning" are familiar to fans of Johnny Raike, but the apartment that the intro fades into is not. The bare white walls suggest an apartment being moved into, the air mattress deflated in the corner pretty much confirming it. Johnny looks slightly less put together than usual today, the astute noting a lack of foundation and mascara, the rest likely distracted by the gauzy, see through yellow babydoll nightie he's wearing. The garment is just long enough to not be a shirt, and makes it clear that the underwear is part of a matched set. Despite the comparatively early hour, and casual dress, Johnny is alert, smirking, and smoking a joint. Johnny: "Well hello, hello again my faeries, freaks, and fuckbois. Here we are with the first glimpse of my new apartment, located oh so conveniently over top of the Kissing Booth, this week running a special on photo cubes and two for the price of one on kisses. You decided if that means you're kissing two of the lovely, gorgeous, and bi-weekly tested for communicable anything booth staff, or if they're kissing two of you. Either way, it's a great deal. But enough shilling, there's more to life than just sexy times and money. There's also fighting."The Thigh High Thriller gives a big, affirming smile and nod of the head, followed up by a drag on his jay, exhaling through the nose so as to resemble a fire breathing dragon. Johnny: "To forestall the obvious question, no, I'm not moving in down here full time. I like New York City too much for that, and mt playroom is already set up there. Probably build a mini one in here at some point, but that's sooooooo much more effort than anyone ever suspects. Plus finding enough studs for the various anchors, well, it can get complicated. But it is so nice not to have to drive to the hotel after a match. So nice not to have to deal with rental cars, or hoping the midnight train is running late so I could get back to my own bed sooner."Johnny glaces over to the air mattress, his entire body pivoting. Whether or not the shaking of his ass is intentional or incidental is a question best left up to the viewer, but not much time is given to dwell on it. Johnny: "Granted, that's not really my own bed yet, but Bowie knows I've slept in less comfortable spots. Shit, teenage me would have been willing to stab a man for a bed like that. Not that I ever did; didn't have a knife. I assure you, the man would've had it coming. But that's really neither here nor there. No, I'm up early because last night, and some other nights before but mostly last night, have given me quite a bit I want to talk about. And I'll start the way my third grade teacher used to suggest, and deal with the worst first. Worst meaning the bit I personally find most unpleasant, not the problem of greatest magnitude. Though they sure as fuck think they are."The Beautiful Nightmare rolls his eyes and takes a hit, still shaking his head somewhat dismissively as he quickly exhales. Johnny: "GZW. I refuse to add the stupid two k whatever bit after. Once again they came to our ring last night, once again saying the same old shit. Even with a whole new voice, it was the boiler plate, 'we're better, our company is bigger, you're scared of us' verbal diarrhea. Another round of mistaking indifference for fear. The new girl, and I'll call you by name just as soon as you show me you deserve that kinda respect, once more asking why we allow them to disrupt our company. Sweetheart, name three examples of shit you actually disrupted. You have one incident of card subject to change and a rash of jumping people after matches, or when you have the numbers game. And we're supposed to cower in fear of this terrible invading army? Hell, Munin let our entire locker room know the score weeks ago, you have to hear it in the ring in front of all the Louisiana faithful that your, and here come the air quotes, leader has been making deals behind your back. But you're the great unified force I should be trembling before. Right."Raike reaches off the screen for a second to put down his joint, then steepling his fingers in front of him, look of held back annoyance on his pretty face. It is the look of a man who has had to repeat himself one too many times. Johnny: "Here's why I don't care about you guys, here's why the champions haven't bothered with you. You have been ineffective. Munin absconded with your belts months, months ago, and only now are you going to actually step up and fight us. And not even at your challenge, Munin had to basically trick you into it! And try as you will to spin that as our weakness, none of us came to your shows talking about how we were hot shit and refusing to issue challenges. Oh, you dropped Saint. You isolated a man and beat the shit out of him, then took down Alexander when he tried to help. Which might have impressed me had John Alex not already had a match that night. You've been very willing to kick 'em while they're down, but that's the problem! That is not impressive! You morons. Jump all of us when you have the numbers game, beat every single one of us down after our matches and you know what's going to happen to Pure Amusement? Nothing! You can't beat us out like a camp fire, you can't talk your way into closing our doors and frankly, that you can be willing to try and shut down a place that's putting new eyes on the business, that's drawing the best of the best who want and need to show the world they are best of the best...it baffles me. You would make enemies of all of us off of the actions of one of us. You would steal my livelihood, and that of all of Pure Amusement... because you're upset? That's the people you want to be? That's what you think champions and stalwarts should be rushing out to fight?"Another eye roll from the Party Queen of Queens, and a return to the joint, though it calms Johnny Raike only slightly. Johnny: "And that's not even touching the laughable statement that we don't have true wrestling here. Especially when the central thrust of the argument appears to be 'not enough people in the stands.' Really motherfuckers?! It's crowd size that determines match quality? Did the indy revival just completely skip over you, are you really that underinformed about professional wrestling, or did you all just sit around one day trying to think of what GZW had over Pure Amusement and coming up real short on that list? Because, best I can tell, that is all you have. We've got people clamoring to be a part of our organization, got Nirvana talking about doing more than just a quick guest stint, got Lex Collins telling the Twittering world about how great our show was. What are they saying about you? You guys have had to have a recruitment drive just so you can appear to be a threat, a real invading force. But I don't believe it."The unimpressed look on Johnny Raikes face says it all, and yet The American Wet Dream keeps talking. Johnny: "And I don't think the rest of the crew really does either. We've all treated you with the respect and attention that you deserve, which is to say very little. You try and damn us as cowards because we didn't form ranks and kick you right back out the door. Perhaps you should do some reflection, and ask yourselves why, why did so few of us treat you as a serious threat. For me, it's because when I called out your vanguard, your ace, he had no challenge to issue back to me. Just more words. And yes, the impetus is on you. I don't have shit to prove to you, none of us do, we didn't invade you, you invaded us. You're like a pack of puppies, growling and snarling with all you can, but scaring no one, being ignored by the big dogs. But that time is coming to an end. Now... Now you fucks are on contract. You'll have to challenge me whether you want it or not. And Munin was very, very correct about me wanting to take it out on the flesh of whichever poor bastard draws me first. And you know what, I'll even murder the middle man and do what none of you could. Issue the challenge. So John Champa, just as soon as I'm done with much more important things, like reclaiming my title and becoming number one contender, I want your goldbricking ass in that ring. Alone, if you think you can hack it. See, that's just how easy it is to throw out a challenge."
The Sissyboy Savior shakes his head and wipes his hands back and forth, signaling that he is done with this topic. Johnny: "But. before such a time as I show GZW just what Pure Amusement is really all about, I have the much more pressing challenge of Calvin Harris to once more face down. Now, my lack of love for the so called Martyr of Professional Wrestling is well documented, but to give the devil his due at least Calvin has it in him to face me down after talking shit. Doesn't seem to like it when I do it back, but go ahead and guess how many fucks I give about what Calvin Harris does and doesn't like. I'll give you a hint; it's zero. Calvin, you really don't think you can lose to me. Your strange little mind will not allow you to even process the idea, which is just...dumb. A little frustrating on my part, after all I've already shown you I can put you down. You talk like you left me a broken heap after our ladder match, like I was hooked up to an iron lung somewhere, ruing the day. But, honey, you were barely faster than me. And I walked my own sexy little ass back up that ramp. You fought, you fought hard, and a lot of that shit hurt, but this idea that you kicked my ass...man, it must be nice to live in your world. It must be great to never have to face the truth. Me, I can't do that. It's not how I'm wired, I'm forced to live in this place called reality. But you Calvin, you constantly create your own, and I'm not talking through force of will."A slight, sarcastically judgmental shake of the head from Johnny Raike, before he picks his joint back up and relights it. Taking a moment to get a full mouth of smoke, Johnny blows out one large, stable smoke ring, which slowly floats off behind him to hand in the air of the apartment. Johnny: "For instance, you've invented a world where this match, matches really, has the power to make or break me; a world where you have the power to make or break me. Uh-uh. You don't have that power. You won't be given the chance to hurt me bad enough to put me on the shelf, I'll see to that. And if you think a loss will make me take my ball and go home then you just haven't been paying attention to me. I didn't break even after losing my belt in the, calling a spade a spade, bullshit stipulation of the ladder match. I feel similar about tables, cage, any goddamn thing on a pole and reverse battle royals. The first three because losing without losing annoys me, the last one because they are the dumbest fucking idea in wrestling history, maybe barring booking Jaqui M. But, you see, Calvin. I'm not Jaqui. If, if you beat me, do you know what I'll do? Obviously not, you think I'll give up and leave Pure Amusement. I won't. Here's what I'll do. Be upset. Probably won't shake your hand, because I find you to be a unpleasant, disrespectful, ignorant little so and so. I'll stumble my ass here, to my company provided living quarters, take a shower with a glass of vodka, probably get cross faded. In the morning I'll pour my hungover ass into an uber, catch a train back to Queens, finish sleeping it off. Then the very next day, back I go to training. Back I go to dancing, and running. To my lifting, to rolling around on the mat with the only clown in this business I respect as I continue to train and claw my way up the ladder of talent. Then, I claw my way back to the top of Pure Amusement."
Johnny fixes some hair from in front of his eyes, the hairs having actually been out of place for once. The Panty Wearing Panty Dropper side eyes himself in the full length mirror, smiles a little, and continues. Johnny: "See, there's a little piece of info I learned over my career. A special piece of knowledge that means you can't break me. I always get another chance. You think it's an accident that I've been in six main events? Out of a potential eleven? No, you think it's collusion, but the actual reason is that I'm really fucking good at this. Not only do I sell tickets, not only are my Slut Life shirts a popular seller, not only do I bring in the types of fans that wrestling has traditionally chased away, but I do it consistently and I send the fans home happier than they were when they got here. You make people happy too, Calvin, but that's almost exclusively when we get to see the back of you. Don't worry, I won't make a joke about checking out your ass. Having heard the shit spewing out of your top hole, I think I can extrapolate, but the truth of it is that I love to see you go, and hate to watch you leave. You aren't even fun to perv on. What a waste."A theatrical sigh from the Brutiful One. Johnny's smile this time is one of false pity, almost looking sorry for Calvin, if not for the spark of mirth in his eyes. Johnny: "But Calvin, how will you take a loss? More screams of how the world is out to get you? Because protip; nothing makes the world want to get you faster than constantly talking about how everyone wants to get you. Trust me, I just saw this play out in real time, you don't want to go down that path. Of course, seeing as you don't live in reality, you likely will go traipsing down that road, but c'est la vie. The real question is, Calvin, will we even make it to the Hell in a Cell match? We open, transition, and close the show this time, and I know I can go all night, but how about you, martyr? Ready to be sacrificed on the altar of Raike? See, this first match, that should be interesting. I'm still waiting on a response to a text about whether or not I can bring my goodies to round one, but yay or nay I'll be good to go. This is what you wanted, Calvin. This is the match that's just you and me. No third member of the match you you spent time and effort pissing off until making sure you didn't win seemed like a beautiful idea. Won't be able to cry conspiracy when you get dropped by Full Frontal, when you see just what a Pleasure Seeker can do, when you experience the little death. And then getting to pick the stips for round two... That's gonna be fun. I'm not sure just how I'd want to wail on you. I'm leaning toward heading back out to the midway itself, make the Titan defend his grounds. And I'm begging you Calvin, begging, should you win please don't pick anything that lets you run from me and call it victory. Give me that iota of respect at least. You don't think I can win without help, but at the end of the day, I've pinned you, you haven't pinned me. Give yourself the chance to."
A bright, hopefully annoying smile from Johnny. He once more relights his joint, it having burned itself out during his ranting. With a careful pinch the lingerie clad wrestler takes a last drag, before snuffing his smoke out in an ashtray. Johnny: "And of course, that final match. The Hell in a Cell. Calvin, you're promising to take me to hell, but one, I don't believe in an afterlife, and two the only person who can ever truly put me through hell is me. And possibly my mother, but she's dead now, or so I like to pretend. She's probably alive; if only the good die young that miserable little shit is going to bury us all. Not important. But while you might be able to do just all kinds of things to my physical body, while you might be able to hurt me, beat me, while it is technically within the realm of possibility for you deliver so much punishment I can't return to the ring, you still won't send me through hell. I've already come through mine. You should be more worried about your own there, rehab. But, then, external locus of control seems to be your thing, so I suppose that's impossible."A shrug from Raike, his usual accompanying look of 'what can you do' on his face. Johnny: "But I am so looking forward to it. See, locked in that cell, there won't be any running away. Locked in a cell, it's just you and eye going toe to toe, face to face and man to man. And yes, I do identify as a man, before you get all misogynist and ask if I'm a woman, all derisive and incredulous. But Calvin, honey, here's the thing I don't think you know. If the ladder match was your thing, if that's your place of power, locked in a cage is mine. Locked in a cage is where I learned this dance, and I know every way to take advantage. I know how to open you up, how to use the cage like a whole new dimension, how to feel the kiss of steel and get right back into things. And I know how to stay on your dick like crabs, never letting you rest, never letting you ever feel comfortable or in control. I bet now you'll whine about me getting some home field advantage, call it more evidence of how you're so fucking put upon. Or maybe you'll take a page out of my book, suck it up when the other guy has more of an affinity for the environment, and lose with a touch of class. But I guess only time will tell."One last big smile from The American Wet Dream, followed by a check of a non-existent watch. Johnny: "Speaking of time, I have taken up more than enough of yours, faithful watchers. I'd love to see you all at the park on June 9th, cheering me on, booing the fuck out of GZW, and being given the knock down, drag out fights I know you're all expecting from this little dance routine. Once thing I know for certain, at the end of the night on June 9th, I'm going to be hurting. I'm going to be exhausted. But the one thing I won't be is broken. Come and get it, Calvin. I'll be there with bells on."Johnny gives a big open mouth grin and a finger wave to the camera, turning it into a bite of the finger as the screen returns to yellow and "Pure Morning," before finally the Raike in the Cash logo appears. |
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Post by Calvin Harris on Jun 1, 2016 21:22:47 GMT
“ONLY ENDS ONE WAY”
Home -- Camera OFF
scene one
The clock had just struck eleven thirty at night in Seattle and Calvin found himself making his way down the stairs into the living room area. His eyes were focused on Alessandra (or known to the wrestling world as Nova Wonder) who had herself curled up on the couch with her cell phone in hand. A small grin crossed his lips as he started to make his way over towards her, flopping down on the opposite end of the couch as her. His arm slid over the back of the couch while he kicked his bare feet out on the coffee table directly in front of him.
t h e m a r t y r o f w r e s t l i n g
C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“That two foot two year old is going on seven foot tall and twenty two years old. I didn’t think I was ever going to get her to lay down let alone get her to go to sleep. I don’t think this part-time Uncle thing is going to work out for me in the long run.”
A small chuckle escaped his lips. Truth be told in the last few months Calvin had gotten pretty close to Alessandra’s two year old daughter: VP. Well at least they were close when he was giving her exactly what she wanted, but when he had to say no. It didn’t take very long for the two of them to become bitter enemies.
The blonde with blue tips in her hair let out a small smile. It had been a particularly long day, leaving her weary and drained. The Seattle-born wrestler couldn't help but show some snark in this - even with a smaller-than-average frame, she'd always had enough sass to spare. Wearing a black tanktop depicting The Powerpuff Girls on it, barring a few inches of her curvy frame toned tummy, and a pair of gray flannel pajama pants - thin material and tied low around her waist.
w o n d e r g i r l
N O V A W O N D E R
“I wish I could say that I felt bad... but I don't. I'm A-OK with being the cool one among the two of us.”
She grinned, her eyes still constantly going to the baby monitor seated on the coffee table - thankful his feet hadn't pushed it over.
w o n d e r g i r l
N O V A W O N D E R
“Any chance you found my shoes while you were up there? The magic munchkin seems to have made 'em disappear.”
t h e m a r t y r o f w r e s t l i n g
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“Right along with two pairs of my gear. I am pretty sure she’s rebelling against us and like you said earlier practically letting us know that’s her way of saying she doesn’t want us to go anywhere.”
VP was as crafty as they came for being a two year old. Enough that Calvin could have easily seen her being exceptionally gifted when she got older. The brain on that little girl was impressive for her age. His head tilted back some putting himself in a more relaxed position.
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“She’ll be alright though. One day she’ll understand why the two of us have to go.”
His lips parted for the moment as he yawned out loud. Sure enough it had been a long day for the two of them and it was going to be an even earlier morning with the flight they had planned to Louisiana in the morning.
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“God, I tell you what though. I cannot wait to spill Johnny Raike’s blood on Thursday night. Might as well wear the white gear that’s got Alexis’ blood still stained in it. At least that way I don’t have to ruin more than one pair of gear.”
Shooting him a somewhat stern look, the Washington native crossed her legs at the ankle. Lying on the couch in contrast to her bed certainly wasn't going to be the most comfortable, but getting up seemed out of the question.
w o n d e r g i r l
N O V A W O N D E R
“Nice segue...”
Wondergirl snickered. The transition from her little girl to bloodying that pompous windbag was not exactly comforting for her.
w o n d e r g i r l
N O V A W O N D E R
“Suffice to say, I will be keeping her preoccupied so she doesn't watch you do that. But, I get the sentiment. Sometimes, you just wanna fuck people up.”
For a brief moment his eyebrow arched up in the air. Her words seemed to have caught him off guard. Almost like it was a bit of an issue for him to have a certain type of mindset.
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“She’s two years old and shouldn’t be watching wrestling in the first place. Let alone any match that I’m involved with when you know how I intend on doing things.”
There was a bit of confidence in his tone of voice, Calvin knew how good he was in the ring and knew that when he had a goal in mind that it was very rare that anyone was able to actually stop him. Johnny Raike was not going to be someone that would stop him, and that’s something that Calvin would bet his life on. That eyebrow of his remained charge as his attention directed towards her a little more.
t h e m a r t y r o f w r e s t l i n g
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“And what’s wrong with fucking people up? I do recall that you spent many of your early days doing the same thing. You make it seem like you’re judging me for doing the same thing.”
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N O V A W O N D E R
“Why are you implying that I'm judging you? I'm not. I mean it. I get it. I've nearly killed people for championship belts and I did that, shamelessly. There's no 'early days' to it. When it comes to someone standing in the way of what I want, it's kill or be killed. And... well, I can't even kill me.”
Smirking a little more than smugly at him. Her sense of control on things was a little impressive, for someone who had been known to lose it so often. It seemed to make her grasp tighter.
w o n d e r g i r l
N O V A W O N D E R
“Make no mistake. I've known you a long time. I know who you are, even better than you do most days. I know how you set your mind to things and you achieve it. Knowing that... I can safely bet there won't be even a shred left to Raike by the time all is said and done.”
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“Thank fucking God there is someone that shares the same belief as me.”
Quickly, Calvin yanked his bare feet off the table nearly knocking over the baby monitor but luckily that hadn’t been the case. His feet planted to the floor as he sat himself up seemingly a little more amped up that he should be for at nearly mid-night but what she had said truly fired him up.
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“From the fucking gate no one has ever thought that I could hold my own against Raike. From the gate everyone had always put Raike over me. From the gate these idiots working for the company and sitting in the fucking stands have been nothing more than a bunch of marks for a guy that’s at best good enough to open a show and nothing more than that. I have never bought the hype that everyone else puts with this dude. Then when I went on to prove that in a one on one setting Raike was no match for me. I’ve heard people say that I got lucky, people said that the victory didn’t mean anything because I didn’t pin him, and people are claiming that I don’t have the right to hold the Titans of Midway Championship. Do you understand how frustrating that is?! For the last four years I have busted my ass to become one of the biggest names in the business only for a curtain jerker to get all this hype and to be treated like he’s the greatest thing to ever hit the business.”
This had got to him so much that Calvin smacked his hands against the coffee table in frustration before pushing himself up from the couch causing her legs to fall off his lap from where she had stretched herself out on the couch. He dragged his fingers through his jet black hair and yanked back on it.
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“Raike and these people have pushed me that far, Alessandra. There’s only way this ends, there is only one way I get credit where credit is due, and there is only one way people see me as the biggest threat in Pure Amusement Wrestling’s history. Raike can not leave that ring on his own two feet. He cannot leave on just a stretcher, no the man has to leave in a body bag and then ... only then will it all sink in!”
Wondergirl’s eyes had remained glued to her other half watching the frustration and the anger get him worked up so quickly. A small sigh escaped her lips as she swung her feet from the couch and pushed herself to a vertical basis. Approaching him slowly before reaching out and pressing her tiny hands against his chest.
w o n d e r g i r l
N O V A W O N D E R
“Like I said Calvin I know you better than you know yourself most days. I know your mindset. I know your skill set. I know what you are capable of when you feel like you’ve got something to prove.”
His eyes had shifted down and found themselves setting on hers. Slowly but surely he had felt himself starting to calm himself down after finding himself getting that worked up in a matter of seconds. Something that there had never really been any true reason for.
w o n d e r g i r l
N O V A W O N D E R
“If no one believes you then that’s their own fault and it is going to leave them looking foolish. They’re the ones that are going to be left with regret. They’ll be the ones that are going to be telling themselves that they should have listened to you. All when they see with their own eyes there’s nothing left of Johnny Raike.”
For once it was nice to have someone on his side. Granted it could have easily been said that considering their relationship it was a given that she was going to be on his side. Then again it was those people that didn’t know Alessandra that well. Over the years she had called Calvin out for many things. She had no problem with calling him out for being wrong. She had her own opinion, just like he had his. But in this particular situation she knew right along with Calvin what he was capable of and what he ended on doing in just a few days. Without a doubt this was the only way that this was going to end. Simply put this had to be the end of Johnny Raike.
“THE GHOST OF HARDCORE PAST”
Home -- Camera OFF
scene two
A few brief hours ago Calvin and Alessandra had both managed to get themselves to sleep. They had to pack for their flight - something they had should have done sooner. By the time they had gotten to bed it was after two in the morning and right now the clock was blinking 4:15 AM. Calvin’s loud snoring could be heard clearly implying the man was in a pretty deep sleep. At that moment there was this blinding white light that shot in front the windows of the large doors that lead to the balcony of their bedroom. The light found itself shining directly on the face off Calvin resulting in the man’s eyes suddenly opening. It didn’t take long at all for him to shield his eyes with his hand.
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“What the fuck?”
His tone was very annoyed and very-sleep filled. Speaking loud enough that he was hoping that it would have gotten the attention of Alessandra. That turned out not to be the case as she was fast asleep. This bright light just seemed to get brighter and brighter by the second only becoming a bigger annoyance to Calvin. To the point he pushed the covers off his legs and raised out of the bed. The moment his feet hit the carpet floor of the bedroom, he started to stomp towards the light and the doors of the balcony. Each step he made towards the door caused the light to move further and further back. Calvin gripped a hold of that door handle, yanking it open and quickly making his way out the door. The moment his feet touched the floor of the balcony the blinding light had disappeared. T
hat would have been something that was confusing, but at the same time it would have been something that wouldn’t have been that big of a deal because he could have taken himself back inside and gone to sleep. It didn’t turn out to be that simple because what stood in front of him now was enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was enough to make him feel like throwing up due to the shock. It was also enough to make him want to get out of dodge. For what stood in front of him was something that seemed impossible considering his Uncle was standing there. The very uncle that died on July 10th, 2015. Calvin couldn’t believe his eyes as the ghostly figure spoke.
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M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“How’s it going kid?”
This can’t be real right? This just couldn’t be real. This was the second time in the last two weeks that this had happened. The first time out Calvin kind of just accepted it. It was real weird, he put himself in a position where his mind was bound to play tricks on him, but that was then and this was now. It was a completely different situation.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“This isn’t real.”
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M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“Are we going to go through that again? I thought we made it clear last week at my grave this was indeed a very real situation. I’m dead, but I can still appear when I choose to.”
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“Ghosts don’t exist. Last time was my mind playing a trick on me, I should have never put myself in that graveyard. And this? ... This just has to be a dream. Any moment I am going to wake up from it. Any fucking moment now.”
t h e u n t o u c h a b l e o n e
M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“Well if that’s what you think. Go ahead take all the time in the world to wake up from this dream. I’ll go ahead and wait.”
That sarcastic tone of voice used made it all that more real for Calvin. His uncle had always been a sarcastic prick. Shaking his head some though, Calvin squeezed his eyes shut real hard and held them that way for a few seconds. Once his eyes popped back open, Michael’s spirit continued to stand there before Calvin.
t h e u n t o u c h a b l e o n e
M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“Are you done wasting my time yet, junior? Even in the afterlife I’m still too busy to be playing these little games.”
His tongue was still as sharp as ever. Calvin’s eyes were narrowing on this glowing ghostly figure not very amused to say the very least.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“What is it that you want? What could you possibly want from me?! You’re dead!”
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M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“Thanks a lot Captain Obvious, but this isn’t about what you can do for me. This is about what I can do for you. You’re the one that came asking for my help last week.”
t h e m a r t y r o f w r e s t l i n g
C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“That was a completely different situation and now I don’t even know what the hell I was thinking. That turned out to be a mistake if I’m going to have to deal with you haunting me.”
t h e u n t o u c h a b l e o n e
M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“Don’t flatter yourself, Calvin. If I was going to haunt someone, it surely wouldn’t be you.”
As odd as their exchange was, it very much seemed like the type of exchange they would have with one another had Michael been right there in the flesh.
t h e u n t o u c h a b l e o n e
M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“I gave you the best advice I could going into that match with Alexis, but now more than ever I understand that you need my guidance more than you think I do.”
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“Get the hell out of you. I’ve done fine on my own for years now!”
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M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“And had I been by your side several weeks ago, you’d never lost to someone like Johnny Raike. So, you do need me especially now.”
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“... Go fuck yourself.”
That struck a nerve with Calvin. He literally hated reliving that night where he lost the chance to become the first ever Titans of the Midway Champion. He was quick to always point out that Raike had used Cross to help him out and double team him to see to it that it didn’t happen. That was the case, but it still bothered him that he had came up short. After those words came out of his mouth, Calvin turned himself around with the intentions of heading back inside the house. As soon as he reached out for the door, it suddenly shut. Calvin grabbed it and tried to yank it open, but no matter how much force he used. It seemed humanly impossible to open that door. He could just hear his uncle’s voice.
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M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“Calvin, it’s time that you listen to someone other than yourself for a change. You’ve always had that problem. Even when you started out under my wing and under my training. You always did whatever you wanted to do. Always went off by your own mindset. Sometimes it worked out, but other times it didn’t. Listening to me is always a foolproof plan.”
Right away Calvin let go of that handled and spun himself around with rage in his eyes.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“Are you still that fucking arrogant even with your corpse rotting someone in an eight foot grave?! I don’t need you, Michael. I know what I have to do. I know that I have to end Johnny Raike. I’ve been saying it for weeks now.”
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M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“Yet it took you losing to him once before you could ever come to that conclusion, and even then you didn’t end it when you had a chance to the second time out. You could have ended him in that ladder match and you didn’t get the job done then!”
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“Don’t tell me what I did and didn’t do, I’m more than aware and there has always been a method to my madness. I knew Raike had a rematch and I left him alive long enough for that. Now it’ll end on Thursday.”
t h e u n t o u c h a b l e o n e
M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“Bullshit Calvin, you left him alive because you didn’t know how to finish the damn job! You have always wanted to be me in that mindset. You’ve always wanted to be the sadistic fuck that I was, but when you tried you could never figure out my secrets. You could never figure out what made me tick and what made me end people that I could not stand. And that’s what this comes down to, you don’t know how to end Raike and as long as you refuse to listen to me. You’ll never figure it out!”
The ego within the Harris family had been well documented for years. It was something that was passed down to Calvin from his father. It was something that Michael had at a very early age. Even in death the two of them were still butting heads. This a common thing when Michael was training Calvin. Constantly butting heads and constantly having their egos crash. Thing was Michael knew had to hit that low blow by taking the jab he took at Calvin always trying to be like him. Something that had always made Calvin’s skin crawl. That’s exactly why his rage filled eyes narrowed the way they were.
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M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“So what’s it going to be Calvin? You going to let me help you for a change, or are you going to keep up with this hard ass gimmick you got going on?”
For a brief moment there was an awkward silence between the two.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“Get this through your thick fucking skull. I have never needed you. I didn’t need you to train me. I didn’t need you to help me back then and I damn sure don’t need you to help me now. You’re just like everyone else that believes that I can’t get the job done. You’re like everyone else that doesn’t think that I can hold my own against Johnny Raike.”
t h e u n t o u c h a b l e o n e
M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“That’s where you’re wrong Calvin. I believe that you can beat Raike. I believe that you’ve got it in you to keep the championship and become the number one contender for the PAW Heavyweight Championship, but I don’t believe you’ve got the skill set to truly end Raike. He’ll forever be a thorn on your side.”
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“And what happens when you end up wrong just like everyone else? What happens when you see me leave his bloody-lifeless corpse in that ring?”
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M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“Nothing is going to happen, because you aren’t me and that’s not going to happen.”
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“I don’t need to be you when I’m better than you!”
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M I C H A E L ★彡 H A R R I S
“Keep telling yourself that. You’ll be crying for my help before long. You may make it out a winner, but you won’t make it out the man you view yourself.”
Being told that he couldn’t do something was just burning a hole right through him. Calvin felt himself on the edge of just rushing this ghostly figure but before he could. He had heard a voice all too familiar which forced him to turn around. Seeing a sleepy looking Alessandra standing there in the doorway of the balcony.
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N O V A W O N D E R
“Calvin, what the hell are you doing out here and who the hell are you talking to?!”
The balcony was right outside of the bedroom, so it made sense that she had heard him after all he had been talking loud enough with how annoyed he got with the situation at hand. Before answering her, Calvin just turned his head back in the direction where it had been moments ago. Sure enough the ghostly slash spiritual figure - however wanted to put it of his uncle; Michael had completely disappeared. Calvin shook his head a little bit before turning his head back towards her.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”
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N O V A W O N D E R
“Well if you’re going to be loud and annoying can you bring it back to bed? That way I can at least ignore it when I fall back asleep.”
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“Yeah, I’ll be in, in just a minute.”
Alessandra nodded her head in a sleepy manner and turned herself away venturing back into the bedroom. Calvin’s gaze found itself shifting up and glaring up at the sky. Although he was speaking to himself, it was clear a message being sent.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“You’re going to be as wrong as everyone else. Hope you fucking choke on everything you said!”
That was enough to satisfy him as he started to walk forward heading back inside the bedroom. Reaching behind him and closing the door to the balcony behind him before making it over to the bed where he flopped himself down next to Alessandra. He could hear her light snoring as his eyes focused on the ceiling of the house and a million thoughts started to run through his head. Thoughts that were going to without a doubt keep him awake. The Martyr knew what he was up against, he knew that he was fighting an uphill battle, and knew that no one saw him as someone that could make the most of the situation. Well in his world those people were going to end up regretting everything and it was those people that were going to be directly responsible for Johnny Raike suffering more than he needed to. That’s something they could pat themselves on the back for, good job everyone.
“HELL AWAITS US”
The Pure Arena -- Camera ON
scene three
In less than six hours the Pure Amusement Wrestling would be hosting their Super Show: “Heat Stroke” live from the Pure Arena. For the last week that’s the only thing that had been talked about. That’s the only thing that had been on the minds of the fans. It was the only thing on the mind of the actual wrestlers, backstage crew, and the management alike. That was something that was understandable considering this was by far the biggest show that PAW had ever put on. With time winding down though, a man by the name of Calvin Harris found himself with an official PAW camera crew with him.
They happened to be focused on him as Calvin found himself walking down the halls of the backstage area. They were passing by several backstage crew members and even past a few of the wrestlers that were hitting Calvin with a few side eyed glares. There was no denying that he had legitimate heat with most of the roster. Not bothered by them at all The Martyr began to speak out loud clearly addressing the cameras for there was a reason they were following behind him after all.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“On December 8th, 2013 was the night that I competed in my first stages of hell match. Being the first time I competed in that match is one reason to remember it, but the reason I remember it the most is because I lost that night.”
A somber tone was used with Calvin shaking his head from side to side.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“The event was World Elite Wrestling’s Third Degree Burns II and the opponent was none other than Ryan Henderson. The three stages we had chosen was a hardcore submission match, a table match, and the final stage was an I Quit match. This was a night where I should have had things in the bag. This was a night where my opponent wasn’t worth a damn, someone who was just using the coattails of management to get himself in a specific spot because otherwise he would have been competing in pre show or dark matches. This was a night where everything was lined up for me to win and with the first fall it seemed like it would be smooth sailing.
I’ll never forget lighting that kendo stick on fire and wrapping it around my opponent’s neck. Listening to him squeal in pain and tap out made every last burn that I had on my own hand worth it. Business picked up in the second fall for it didn’t happen to be as easy as I thought it was going to be. There were a couple of times I thought that there wasn’t even going to be a need for a third fall. Yet in the end it was Ryan that caught me off guard during the table match. Sent me threw a flaming table and managed to obtain the victory for himself tying up the stages. We were at one apiece which had forced the third stage and the third stage just so happened to be an I Quit match. Literally the most brutal match that you can ever have in wrestling.”
Had the cameras been able to get a close up shot of his arms. They would have been able to see the hairs raised up and the goosebumps that trailed all up and down his arm. The thought of that I Quit match still got to Calvin. Not so much in a bad way, but in a way that he could describe as something he craved to be part of once again. After all he was a man that enjoyed the pain and the suffering of others.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“To be perfectly honest with you. I was pretty confident going into the third stage. It didn’t matter if I had lost the second. I knew that Ryan was nothing special. I knew that he had gotten lucky and more importantly I knew that Ryan didn’t have the ability to force me to quit. Don’t get me wrong I’ll give him some credit where it is due. He tried, boy did he try. The man even went as far as to handcuff my hands behind my back, so I had no means of defending myself, and started to beat the hell right out of me with a steel chair. Nothing he did was enough to get me to give in and utter those two words. Though, I did say that I lost that night and I only lost because my shady uncle “threw in the towel” just to screw me over. On that night Ryan didn’t prove anything, but I also discovering on that night what I was truly made of. I understood what I could and couldn’t take. I understood what depths I was willing to go too just for a little bit of revenge on someone.”
The steps that Calvin had taken lead him right up to the gorilla position. For that moment he had seemed to stop his journey and turned himself around to put his eyes on those cameras. There was some emotion in those eyes right off the bat. Emotion that people could feel rather they wanted to or not.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“On that night I went to hell and I survived, but here I am three years later and I find myself about to take that journey back to hell. This time it’s a little different than last time. You see this time I don’t plan on letting there be a need for a full three stages. I have the intentions of putting an end to to all of this in just the two matches and the reason for that being is I find myself in the ring with a man that I hate way more than I hated Ryan Henderson. I find myself in the ring with the man I consider the biggest thorn in my side. Yes, I am talking about the one and the only, Johnny Raike.”
Simply mentioning the name got quite the reaction out of the Martyr. One that resulted in his eyes narrowing into more of a glare and allowing that hatred to light up his otherwise dark colored eyes.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“Raike, you can ask anyone around. I don’t get the hype. I don’t get why people consider you to be something special. It completely baffles me how people in this company think of you as someone that is a big name here or more importantly than that it baffles the hell out of me how people can think for one single solid second that you are good enough to be in the same ring with me. Honestly if we’re going to be real. It’s the same fucking thing with you. It’s the same formula. It’s the same shit week in and week out. You don’t change shit up. Every single time you’re in the ring. Nothing changes. You bring the same game. It’s a game and a set of wrestling abilities that might carry you through any other mediocre company against any other mediocre talent, but it isn’t going to carry you through a match with me.
It doesn’t end there though. Not only are your mannerisms the same in the ring. Not only do you wrestle in the same robotic fashion but every single way that you promote your match is the same than the time before. You just ramble on and on. It’s the same sit in front of a camera and cut the same generic promo that you cut every other week. There’s nothing original about you. There’s nothing creative about you. There is nothing about you, Raike that separates you from every other wrestler that walks through the doors. Not to mention the fact that you don’t feel the need that you should bring something different to the table knowing that you’re against me. The fact that you feel that you can be the same person when it comes to facing me. The fact that the same shit that’s spewed out of your mouth is the shit that you said last time in a nutshell... that really pisses me off.”
That glare in his eyes only found itself intensifying a bit more. Pretty much driving home the point of just how much it pissed him off. Thing was even if most people would deny it and even if most people were blindsided by Raike. It was not like the Martyr hadn’t said anything that was not true.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“Trust me Raike, I get that you don’t respect me and you already know that I don’t respect you. However this has nothing to do with respect. Instead it has everything to do with the fact that you are a lazy piece of shit who thinks he doesn’t have to do more just because everyone else buys his hype. You think just people like Lady Munin is head over heels for how “good” you are on the stick and in the ring that it’s good enough. Well it isn’t good enough Raike, it wasn’t good enough when you cheated me out of a victory at the last Super Show by using Alex cross. It wasn’t good enough to get you through our ladder match where you had to face me on your own and where I took your Titans of the Midway Championship. And it damn sure isn’t going to be good enough to get you through Three Stages of Hell with me!”
For that brief moment Calvin had started to shake his head from side to side. No real surprise by any means that the Martyr was going to have his opinion and the way that he intended on telling things. On that note the Calvin turned himself around motioning for the cameras to continue to follow him. He was slowly starting to make his way through the gorilla position. Passing by people that were setting up monitors and what not.
t h e m a r t y r o f w r e s t l i n g
C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“You know it down right amuses me that you’re so quick to get butt-hurt and bent out of shape over the fact that I don’t give you any credit. You find yourself going on these long winded tirades about how I don’t give you the credit you deserve, how I don’t show you anything but disrespect, and how I carry myself like I don’t believe I’ll ever lose to you. Course that’s where you make sure that you get that little jab in there. You make sure you remind everyone that you pinned me. You pinned my shoulders to the mat. You hold that over the victory that I had in a ladder match and claim that it has more importance. No one is ever willing to talk about it, but you make sure no one forgets. Gotta get your shit in.
At least ya hit the nail on the head Raike. You’re right when it comes to me not giving you in credit. I’m never going to give you credit, because I find you to disgrace to this business. Just because you’ve gotten lucky a few times in PAW does not make you a credible wrestler. Just because you’ve been successful elsewhere does not make you someone worthy of bragging about. That was then, this is now and flukes don’t mean shit in my book. Sure, I admit it. You pinned my shoulders to the mat - with someone else’s help throughout the match - but you did pin them to the mat. A three count pinfall victory technically does mean more than someone climbing a ladder and earning a victory that way, but what happens when you’ve got nothing else to base that off of when I go on to pin you in the first match? Because that’s exactly how this is going to right from the gate.
I am the type of man that likes to draw blood first, Raike. That is something that you should have figured out by now, but for some reason you haven’t. It’s like you’ve ignored all signs. You’ve let my warnings go in one ear and out the other. You’ve done nothing but turn the other cheek time and time again, which has done nothing for you. So essentially you’ve done nothing but allowed yourself to be set up for failure with this first match between us. In fact this match is the match that could make or break the two of us. For what rides on the line is the thing that could lead to one of us ... well it’ll lead to me ... insuring that this doesn’t go to a third fall. But me pinning you does more than knock your little claim out of the water. Pinning your shoulders to the mat presents me with the opportunity to pick the match we’re going to have for the second fall. I’ll be the man with all the power.”
Power was everything in the wrestling business. A lot of people would try and pass it off like that was not the case, but indeed it was the case. If you were someone with power then you could make anything go the way that you wanted it go.
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C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“Pretty sure that it hasn’t even dawned on you the type of match that I could choose for our second contest. Thing is by that point I’ll have already proven that I can pin you. So it’s a given that I won’t be choosing anything that’s going to involve me having to put your shoulders to the mat. I have already proven that it won’t take much at all for me to break you in a ladder match. It’d be redundant for me to beat you in a situation where I’ve already proven myself, but there are endless other opportunities in which I could choose from. I could easily choose a submission match and I’ve watched you enough to know you wouldn’t do well in a technical match. You wouldn’t do well where only submissions are applied. Real talk Raike, it wouldn't take much for me to snatch up one of your limbs and snap it in half leaving you with no choice but to tap out.
However I can tell you that’s not the direction I’ll be going with. I want something a little more violent. I want something that’s going to leave you in pain and leave you hurt. I want something that’s going to present with me with an opportunity that is going to lead to me spilling your blood all over my hands and all over that mat. I could very easily see myself choosing a Last Man Standing for our second fall. Because let’s face it Raike, you aren’t a man. You’ve never been a man. Instead you’re just a little boy that has hidden behind all this hype for years. Being in the ring with a real man, being in the ring with a real wrestler, and being in the ring with someone who has the most sadistic and twisted mindset is something that you as a little boy cannot handle. There is nothing that you could do to prepare yourself for being in the ring with me under that type of setting.”
In that being said the sinister like tone that came from Calvin’s mouth truly said everything it needed to say. By this point Calvin had reached the curtain of the gorilla position and he quickly pushed it open walking right out the curtains with the cameras following behind him. With the cameras behind him they came out to see the same thing that Calvin was seeing. He was standing right there at the top of the ramp and looking down at the ring which had the Hell in a Cell structure surrounding it. Calvin truly seemed infatuated with the structure.
t h e m a r t y r o f w r e s t l i n g
C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“It’s a shame that PAW wasted the money buying that steel structure. It’s a shame that PAW had all those people carry that cage in here piece by piece and put it together, just so it can be hung up above the ring and then never used. It’s more of a shame though that I’m not going to get to compete inside that sadistic Hell in a Cell structure. When I was growing up I had seen a handful of those matches - specifically involving my uncle, and I always told myself that I’d one day get the chance to compete in that match. One day I’d get a chance to make a moment that would stand still in wrestling history all from competing in Hell in a Cell but tonight is not going to be the night.”
Shaking his head once again. This time it seemed out of disappointment more than anything else.
t h e m a r t y r o f w r e s t l i n g
C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“Raike, you and your supporters can deny it all you want but you will not gain a single victory tonight. I am going to get the clean sweep. I am going to leave here still the Titans of the Midway Champion. As well as the rightful number one contender for the PAW Heavyweight Championship. Sure, it’s easy for you to deny. It’s easy for your people to deny. It’s easy for you to have this confidence, but the moment we lock horns the first time around Raike. I am going to break every bit of confidence you have.
I am going to shatter that ego you carry with you and I’m going to make your believers turn their back on you within seconds. That’s how easy it’ll be for me, so what makes you think you could get lucky enough to make it to a third fall? And even if all the stars aligned on that night Raike. Do you understand how badly I’d hurt you in Hell in a Cell? Nothing would be left of you. Your remains would be scooped up, stuffed in a body bag and you’d be forgotten about. Let that truly sink in and come to understanding that you don’t have a chance anymore.”
Those words were pretty powerful even Raike and the people that supported him didn’t want to believe in them. That being said he spun himself around and let his eyes focus on the cameras. His next message would prove to be just as powerful and might be the message that drove it all home.
t h e m a r t y r o f w r e s t l i n g
C A L V I N ★彡 H A R R I S
“Tonight, Hell awaits us. We may both walk into the fiery depths of hell, but only one of us will walk out of them. It all comes to a head tonight and when it does Raike, you will finally see just like everyone else that I am, I always have been, and I forever always be BETTER than you!”
Calvin’s lips curved once again into that sadistic grin of his. There was something about that smirk with the Hell in the Cell being in the background behind him that made the view all that much more frightening especially for those that didn’t want to see the Martyr with his hand raised in victory at the end of the night. Cameras remained on him for a couple of seconds longer letting it all soak in before they found themselves slowly fading out leaving the PAW audience to wait and see how the night was going to go. There was one thing that was for sure. It did not matter if Calvin won both matches and eliminated the need for a third. Didn’t matter if Raike did the same or if the two of them won one apiece and sent them into the Hell in a Cell. It was a guarantee that these two men were about to make history for Pure Amusement Wrestling. |
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