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Post by The BombTrax on Aug 9, 2016 23:44:10 GMT
SEAT OF POWER - Chapter 4
THE STRAND – BRANDO SUITE 909 Gravier St - New Orleans, Louisiana 8/8/2016 – 10:32AM
Press sat out on the terrace of their luxury apartment at The Strand, an upscale all-inclusive living complex in down town New Orleans. They had gotten the place for a steal thanks to their friend’s connections. Samedi had never explained what he had on the owner of the place, but it must have been good for him to part with a prime piece of real estate like The Brando for so cheap.Press smirked, taking a sip of the coffee sitting off to the side of him. That was only eight months ago, but it felt like a lifetime at this point. They had needed favors, handouts, special concessions, just in order to make ends meet. Now, he was PAW Heavyweight Champion, nearly tripling his original contractual pay out, and now Pure Amusement Wrestling was about to go to the Circle Television Network. T.V. almost always guaranteed more opportunities and more money. It was the natural progression of a product that was in demand, and PAW was most definitely in demand these days. Their DVD sales saw their first really big boost directly following Munin’s announcement on GZW Television, when she walked away with their World and Television Championships.But she didn’t just leave with the gold. She brought them home with her to Purity.The internet servers damn near burnt themselves out with all the traffic pouring onto the PAW website. People who had never heard of it, people who weren’t hip to the independent revolution going on out there in the world of wrestling, ate up the wild characters and the freaky locale. What a novel idea; let’s put a wrestling arena inside of an Amusement Park.As the brand grew, more talent came to ply their trade at this new idea. Many came, many failed, and many went on to obscurity just as easily as they had ridden into town. PAW may have been a potential goldmine, but it wasn’t necessarily an easy place to make a living. Not when you had people like The BombTrax, Johnny Raike, Cross Recoba, Alex Cross, and Stevie Harris walking the halls.It was funny to think that none of it would have come about if it hadn’t been for another upstart company, Evolution Wrestling. Now that was a true blue carnival, set upon the backdrop of the south western region of the United States, and moving from town to town as quickly as the tents could go up and come down. That was where he had first met Munin, her hair a tamed mess as it whipped through the New Mexico air. They had driven down from Las Vegas to speak with management, but unfortunately he wasn’t available, so they were directed to her. She had claimed to have heard of them before, despite their having fallen into wrestling ambiguity. They hadn’t been seen on a national stage in nearly ten years, and even that was short lived.They had walked to the outskirts of the carnival, standing on the edge of that harsh climate, the desert stretching out before them to the horizon, and talked. That was the thing that he had found most intriguing about her. They didn’t know each other, held only the vaguest hint of professional respect because of how each had decided to make their living, and yet they could talk to one another like they had been friends forever. He hadn’t felt that kind of natural chemistry since The BombTrax had formed way back when. At that time he had no idea how he would later come to feel about the woman, but each time that business would bring them together for discussion, the more he began to realize he was falling in love with her. Bit by bit, the wall that had been erected around his heart that Tammy had left when she had decided to remain in Purgatory began to ware down. Emotions he thought long since gone surfaced, and he felt longing again. Interest. Concern. Protection. Yet with those feelings came pain. Alex Cross was Munin’s intended, and it was obvious to everyone else even before it became clear to her again. Those two had a long history, and regrets that they wanted to put to rest for good. They were going to start over, start fresh, and have a new beginning.Yet, no matter how many times you shovel new dirt over the old, if there are thorns, they are going to surface. Alex Cross had demons. Hell, Press couldn’t fault him for that, cause he had plenty of his own, but Alex’s demons hurt Munin, and that he couldn’t abide. Yet to speak, meant to reveal, and to reveal would mean to lose her for always. That was the price you paid for loving someone sometimes. People always think that just because they have feelings, then it’s the end of the world if the other person doesn’t reciprocate. Not so. The world always goes on, whether you choose to or not. So he suffered in silence. Kept it all bottled up the best he could, and when he couldn’t stand to hold onto it anymore, he poured it out onto his friends like Youth and Samedi. People were always saying that he was the surly stoic one of The BombTrax, and his reply was always, ‘What the fuck is there to be so happy about?’But that wasn’t entirely true. He was the Champion. He was the face of PAW. He was the one who towed the line, carried the weight on his shoulders, and trudged it into a new era that would finally pay off with their product being featured on television. The super marks didn’t have to like it. The locker room didn’t have to like it. Legal didn’t have to like it. But none of that really mattered, because as surly, stoic, and unpersonable as he was, the fans loved it.Why? Because he did what he does, and he did it very fucking well. He weeded out the weak by sending them packing before they ever got their starts. He created villains just by standing opposite those brave men who stood across from him. He took people like Luke Knux, Hungry Jack, Cross Recoba, Stevie Harris, and CJ O’Donnell, and let them push him to his limit, so he could push them over theirs. He did for them the one thing that no one had ever done for him and Youth back when they started.He got them fucking over.Luke Knux was able to prove his toughness by surviving it. Hungry Jack got to decide that this wasn’t his type of business because of it. Cross Recoba, even from the sidelines, made waves in PAW just because of what befell him. Stevie Harris was able to build a cult following out of it. CJ O’Donnell, well, CJ got to know the meaning of the word humility when he tried to match his star to Press’. Now there was Calvin Harris. One more person to build. One more person to disappoint. One more person to elevate just because he stood in the ring with a giant. And why did it always work so well? Because every hero needs a villain to propel the story. He didn’t choose their roles, he didn’t orchestrate their encounter, nor did he really care one way or the other how the dye was cast. That was up to the audience, and they had already spoke.“Hey.”Press looked up from his thoughts, and saw Youth leaning against the terrace door frame. He wore a t-shirt with a red cross on the front, and Press knew that on the back it said, ‘#TheAmbulanceBrokeHisFall’, along with a pair of jeans and sneakers. The look on his face showed a bit of concern, and he held in his hand a New Orlean’s Times newspaper. He tossed the paper onto the table beside Press, and the big man took it, unfolding it so that he could take a look. There on the front page was the Bad Moon Rising banner, his ugly mug staring back at him from within the moon, with Calvin Harris standing beside him. He snorted at the arrogant look on Harris’ face, until his eyes reached up further to the Heading, ‘Pure Amusement Wrassler’s jailed for breaching the peace…’Press shook his head, and continued reading the article, outlining the details of their arrest, and eventual release, with quotes from some of the officials in Purity about the adult themed amusement park. Most had favorable things to say, considering the park had all but revitalized the little town, and pumped revenue into it’s coffers. There were, however, a few unflattering quotes as well, mostly from religious fanatics and concerned parents. All in all, it couldn’t have come at a better time. Press tossed the paper down, and wore a satisfied expression when he looked back up at Youth. “Couldn’t have been any better if we’d planned it. Oh, wait…..we did.” He said the last with a wink that seemed to truly irritate his partner.Youth crossed his arms over his chest, and shook his head. “Are you freakin’ kidding me? It was bad enough that it happened in the first place, but this is a travesty, dude. I mean, I thought it would maybe make a few of the tabloids, but this is the freakin’ Times! #1 Newspaper in New Orleans! We don’t need this kind of attention.”Press nodded, understanding where his concern was coming from, but having a completely different way of looking at it. “Maybe not, but PAW does. The company’s on the cusp of doing something huge here, and any press, no pun intended, is only going to catapult its success. Trust me, this shit will blow over.”Youth sighed, and stepped out onto the terrace to fall back into the other chair. “Maybe, maybe not. I just got a funny feeling, you know, like something big is about to happen. I’m not talking about with PAW either, I’m talking about in our other line of work. We’ve been putting some demons away, sure, but we’re dealing with the low end of the spectrum. This is Voodoo country, man, there’s got to be more out there than a few vampires and succubus. The tide’s shifting, something’s on the move…..don’t you feel it?”Press sank back in his seat, mulling the question over, and trying to figure out his response. He didn’t want to take anything away from Youth’s concern, who was by far the more sensitive of the two when it came to the arcane, but he honestly believe his partner was just being paranoid. In both of their jobs there was plenty to be paranoid about, but it was best not to purposefully seek it out for fear of going crazy. You couldn’t always be looking over your shoulder, or you’d never want to leave the house. This wasn’t the first time that the kid had been preoccupied with gut feelings, and he had an idea of exactly what to do to keep him occupied, and hopefully out of trouble.“I tell you what,” He began, turning so that he could look his partner in the eye, “Why don’t you investigate? Put your ear to the grind stone, hear the word on the street. If you turn something up, we’ll check it out, but if not, then we focus on what we have to do next week. Deal?”Youth seemed to like that idea as he nodded, and immediately shoved out of the chair to set about his task. Press took another sip of his coffee, satisfied that would keep the kid busy for at least the next couple of days. Then, it was on to Bad Moon Rising, where they both had real business to attend to.
THE BOSTON CLUB 824 Canal Street – New Orleans, Louisiana 8/8/2016 – 11:42 AM
Less than .02 miles away in the famous Boston Club on Canal Street, another conversation among friends was taking place, but this one was much more intense, laced with its own bouts of paranoia. Joshua Tsabo and Andrew Kensing stood behind the desk, surveying the men before them with a keen eye for failures. They both had to learn to discern that trait in a man, and no better place could they learn than by looking in the mirror. This was not going to be one of those times. Their dedication, and their bank account, were going to see to that.They had assembled a team of seven, all with various backgrounds and skill sets. The dark man at the left of the line was known only as L.V., and was a munitions expert and expert marksman who had done international wet works for several governments. Marko, the man that stood beside him, was of Latin descent, and was a former border patrol officer in the state of Texas. His specialty was navigation and transportation. Kenji and Silo were Japanese contortionists who were well known for their stealth and ability to hide in plain sight, gaining a sterling reputation in the criminal world as master thieves. Duncan, otherwise known as ‘Boom Boom’, was a Scotsman known around the world for his demolitions expertise. He could make it look like an accident, make it look flashy and intentional, and make it as loud or quiet as you needed it to be. Last, but not least, there was Moses Barns, an Korean monk well versed in the arcane arts.This was their team. The men that would obtain the missing piece that would allow them to take the first step to their end goal. Biblical Armageddon. Joshua stepped around the desk, and rested himself on the front, crossing his arms over his chest.“Each of you know what it is you’re supposed to do. You’re professionals, so Mr. Kensing and I don’t need to remind you that it is imperative that if you are caught then you maintain absolute silence until which time we can secure your release.” He paused, reaching up to stroke his chin as his mind thought of nothing but the future. “But none of you are going to get caught, are you? This operation is going to move smoothly and unequivocally according to plan.”
He moved from the desk, to step over to the wall to the right of the men, where several maps with red writing and pathways already scrawled on their surface were taped to the bricks. He pointed up at the basement level of the Boston Club, the place where they now stood, and traced his finger along one of the red lines.“You six are going to enter the old sewer canals here, from the access station under The Boston Club. Marko has already arranged for two motor boats to be waiting for you when you come out onto the landing. From there, you will navigate the canals to The Emporium on N. Peter’s street. There is still a landing, but it has been flooded, and the hatchway leading into the building long since sealed. Duncan, you will provide a quiet entrance and exit for the men, while L.V. will be the first to breach. You will do all of this between the hours of 4 AM and 5 AM, as our intel claims this is the quietest time providing the most plausible conditions for success. Once the basement and first floor is secure, it will be time for Moses to use his location spell to get an exact fix on the item. From there, Kenji and Silo will bypass any traps, old world or technological, recover the item, and then return to the boats where Marko will bring you back here. L.V. and Duncan will cover Moses while he cleanses the building of any trace of your presence, and you three will return as soon as it’s done.”Joshua turned from the maps that he had been using to explain everything to the men. “It is imperative that no one see you, and if they do, that they be eliminated and the body dealt with. Make them disappear. Moses,” he turned to the mystic, “Are you sure you can cleanse the entire building? It’s a large space, and we’ll need the spell to cover it, and the canal leading up to it.”The monk steepled his fingers out in front of him, and bowed his head in respect. “We will be like the wind, there one moment, gone the next, with no evidence of our involvement. A most natural event.”Joshua nodded, and then looked over at Andrew, who wore a satisfied expression. He had to give credit where credit was due. Andrew was an excellent chief security officer, a man of many secrets. The fact that he hadn’t been informed of Press and Youth until his arrival in New Orleans had proven that, but Andrew had also said that they wouldn’t be a problem, and from everything that he had gleaned from his time in The Big Easy that was the case. They were too busy worrying about their wrestling career, and their ventures out into the ‘night’ had only resulted in small time slayings of lesser creatures. They were completely unaware of what was about to happen right under their noses, and for that Joshua had found a new respect for Andrew’s abilities.He nodded at his chief security agent, and Andrew placed his hands on the desk to lean forward, gaining the six men’s attention. He smiled, and nodded at his fine assembly before giving them the details that they had been waiting on.“The plan is solid, and if followed, sure of success. If you check your bank accounts, you’ll find that half of the agreed sum has been provided, with the other half guaranteed after completion of the mission. This operation goes into effect August 18th. In and out is the name of the game. If there are any questions, now is the time to ask.”The men exchanged a few glances, but no one appeared to care one way or the other. Just so that it didn’t look like they didn’t care, L.V. opted to at least ask the obvious. “Why are we waiting? If we have all of our supplies, why not move on the item now?”Andrew nodded, and flashed a smirk to Joshua before answering. “Because the 18th will guarantee that any opposition will be otherwise preoccupied with other endeavors.”
The men nodded, accepting that answer as readily as any. It didn’t really matter one way or the other to them as long as the money continued to flow. That was one of the things Andrew enjoyed the most about working with professionals. They had no personal stakes in the missions they signed on for, so you could guarantee that they wouldn’t hesitate when the time came to act. Joshua joined Andrew once more behind the desk, and with a nod of his own he smiled at the mercenaries.“Gentlemen, dismissed.”
PURE AMUSEMENT PARK
Studio Production Room – Purity, Louisiana
8/9/2016 – 4:30 PM
Press strolled through the Pure Arena with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, and marveled at the transformation the building was undergoing. Everywhere he turned there were Bad Moon Rising banners and posters hyping the various matches, with many of them having Calvin and him staring across from one another. Sometimes being surrounded by yourself could be unsettling.
He shrugged the feeling off as he stepped into the studio room, ready to cut his promo for the upcoming show. He had to do his job, sell some tickets, and get his face out there for the world to see. Now was the time for words, because August 18th would be a time for action.
He tossed the duffle bag down on the announce desk and unzipped it, pulling the PAW Heavyweight Championship out of the bag. He sat it on the desk beside him as he had for the past 146 days, and wondered if this might be the last time he got to do so on camera. He had no intentions of losing his match against Calvin Harris, but what if he did? Would not having that belt mean that he was any less ferocious? Any less of a competitor? Any less a BombTrax?
Frank, the camera man, bustled into the room noisily, a thankful distraction that dispelled those disturbing thoughts from the champion’s head. Frank took his usual seat behind the apparatus, and started the countdown. When he got to one, the blinking red light flashed, and it was go time.
The shot was tight on Press’ upper frame, catching from the top of his head, down to mid-chest where he let his hair fall loosely around his shoulders. He looked directly into the camera, and his face was unreadable at the moment his words began to come.
“No more waiting. No more games. No more sneak attacks, interference, or psychological warfare. No, this war, is about to come to an end.”
Press’ eyebrows shot up in question.
“But which one of us is going to walk out of the Pure Arena as the PAW Heavyweight Champion?”
He leaned back against the table, his arms crossing over his chest.
“Calvin Harris will tell you that it’s going to be him. He’s been publicizing and politicking since WICKED#7 that he should be the star that everyone hitches their wagons to. Hell, even I find it hard to argue with. The man has been involved in major matches with major individuals. He took the Titans of the Midway Championship off of Johnny Raike when it looked like the fuckboi couldn’t be beat. He traded in the belt for a #1 contendership opportunity against that same man at Heat Stroke. He’s beaten CJ O’Donnell, not once, but twice, and all but sent him to the back of the bus. He facilitated the epic return of Cross Recoba, and even brought Jack Nomad to heel like a good little pup.”
Press nods, the expression on his face giving the sense of impressed, albeit mockingly.
“That’s right, Calvin, you did all those things. You went from running your mouth about being the #1 contender, and actually went out and earned it, all on your own. But that’s just it, Calvin. That’s the real ticket. You earned it.”
Press reached up and tapped a finger on his chin in contemplation.
“What is it about earning things that you don’t seem to appreciate? You see, when the PAW Heavyweight Championship Tournament first started, all of us that were involved in that understood that nothing was going to be handed to us. We were going to have to earn it. We were going to have to go out there show after show, and prove why we were chosen to be a part of that initial sixteen man bracket. Cause nothing in this life that’s worth anything ever comes easy, and yet that’s all I ever hear fall out of your mouth. What you demand, what you deserve.”
Press shook his head, disdain clear in his features.
“Calvin, maybe I’m the one that’s fucked up here. I have no reason what-so-ever to respect you other than the things that you have earned, because quite frankly your words have always been hollow, and even when you say something that resembles having a spine, like you did at WICKED#16, it comes out like a mewling little bitch.”
He spits the last, the mere thought of it grating on his nerves.
“You say you don’t need the Power Trio, and that you don’t trust Youth to keep out of our business, so why the fuck did you involve them in the first place? Youth only ever showed up because it was a three on one from the get go, so that sort of shoots your theory to shit. If you didn’t feel threatened, like you might not be able to cut the mustard, then why recruit Cross and Nomad?”
Press smirks.
“The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that this was a power play orchestrated by Cross Recoba, because quite frankly Calvin, you just don’t seem smart enough to actually put a plan like that together. I know, I know, a guy like me bashing your intelligence, but facts are facts. Just listening to the rodeo that is a Calvin Harris promo can be exhausting. You never just say what needs to be said, or get to the fucking point, you dance around it like a dog dragging its ass on the carpet before taking a shit. So the idea of you being the grand wizard in this scheme is as likely as a mentally challenged kid resisting the urge to eat the play-doh. If you doubt me, put a jar in front of Jack Nomad, and watch him work his fucking magic.”
Press’ smile is dark with twisted humor as he continues.
“Calvin, you are a talented performer in that ring, and have proven on numerous occasions that you have what it takes to be here. That’s nothing that I’m going to try and take away from you. I don’t dispute facts, Calvin, I reinforce them. But if you think for one God Damn minute that an electrified steel cage is going to send me running for the hills, then you’ve got another thing coming. It doesn’t really matter to me what the stipulations are Calvin, or whether your goons can get in the ring or not. What matters is you showing up with your very best, so that when I dump you on that thick fucking skull of yours there will be little doubt left in people’s minds as to who the real PAW Heavyweight Champion really is. And that, Calvin, is fact!”
He came forward then, his hands reaching for the belt, and holding it up for the camera to see.
“You see, the biggest difference between me and you isn’t size, intelligence, or strength. It’s the fact that if I lose this belt, I’ll still be who I am. You won’t hear me running around backstage crying cause I got screwed over. You won’t see me stepping into the ring to bore the people to death with my demands and contradictory statements. Because this championship doesn’t define who I am, it’s just a decorative piece that represents what I can fucking do, and what I can do is end this delusion that you’ve been living in your entire PAW career. And that, Calvin, is fact.”
The championship is lowered to his side as the camera pulls back to get a full view of the hulking champion.
“So come August 18th, I want you to prepare yourself for reality. When you’re looking in the mirror getting ready for the match, lacing up those boots, look at the man staring back at you and see who you really are. When your music hits, and you’re walking down that aisle, clear your mind of all those fans that are going to be jeering and prodding you to respond. Forget about Cross Recoba, Jack Nomad, Flaming Youth, you’re little fuck tart, Nova Wonder, because at that point they won’t even matter. Climb into that cage, close the door behind you, and when those electrical currents fire, and the bell finally rings, know that you have arrived on the stage I’ve been fucking carrying for the past six fucking months. And that, Calvin, is FACT!”
Press stared at the camera, his eyes boring holes into the lens.
“And when you’re standing there, in that moment, do us all a favor and don’t soil your fucking tights.”
With that Press snatches his bag off the counter, and stalks out of the cameras view. Fade to black.
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Post by Calvin Harris on Aug 11, 2016 3:48:37 GMT
OUT OF CHARACTER: Here we go... Once I got started on it. Things seemed to flow pretty well. It's a little longer than I had wanted it to be, but those things kind of happen. I think I did a pretty good job on telling certain stories I wanted to tell. Guess we'll see how it all turns out soon enough. All the best dude.
“SECOND GUESSING”
August 15th, 2016
Home
Camera Off
Calvin sat there on the balcony of the Seattle, Washington home. The days were counting down to what many will consider the biggest match of his career. Rightfully so people would consider it his biggest match to date. However as Calvin sat there on the balcony his attention was focused on one thing. That one thing just happened to be the now defunct Monarchy Championship that he won his last night in Monarchy Wrestling. Ever since the man was seventeen years old, he had been chasing the dream of becoming a Heavyweight Champion. Something that he was able to make happen a month ago, but in making it happen he was left with this empty feeling.
Yet for some reason he couldn’t pinpoint why he was left with that empty feeling. There were a lot of things he could have pointed towards. Like the fact that winning the championship ultimately meant nothing at the end of the day. It wasn’t like he got to go to the next show and brag about it. It wasn’t like he got to rub it into the faces of those that doubted him. He didn’t get the chance to piss those fans off that rooted against him. All that happened was he won the championship and that was the end of the company. There was this feeling in the pit of his gut as if he really didn’t accomplish anything on that night. There was this feeling that he didn’t have a right to call himself a Heavyweight Champion.
His gaze remained on that championship that he held in his hands. Calvin finding himself deep into his thoughts but suddenly he was forced to snap back to reality when he heard his name being called: “CALVIN!” Sure enough it was a familiar voice. One that he heard nearly every single day. Looking over in the direction of where the voice had come from. Sure enough there stood Alessandra aka Nova in the doorway of the balcony.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Are you deaf? I’ve been calling your name for the last five minutes.
CALVIN HARRIS: Sorry doll. Kind of just got distracted by my own thoughts. What do you need?
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: I need that.
She found herself pointing in his direction. More specifically in the direction of the Monarchy Championship that he was holding in his hands.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: I have a little girl downstairs that’s nearly in tears because she can’t find her favorite toy. We turned her bedroom upside down looking for it. Moved the couches and chairs in the living room. Only for me to see you standing here holding it hostage.
CALVIN HARRIS: I certainly wouldn’t say that I was holding it hostage.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Then why do you have it when you gave it away to VP?
CALVIN HARRIS: Eh, it’s nothing worth talking about.
He shook his head a little bit from side to side. The last thing he wanted to do was have a conversation with her about how he was feeling. Sure she was the person he should feel like he could go to the most. Yet over the past year, Calvin had learned to bottle up his feelings and to deal with things on his own. In that being said he pushed himself up out of the chair he was sitting in. Starting to head towards the doorway in which she was standing in. Course when he got right there Alessandra refused to get out of his way.
CALVIN HARRIS: Excuse me. I need to go deliver this before her meltdown gets worse.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: She’s fine right now. She’s currently distracted by Sailor Moon. Speaking of being distracted, clearly something is distracting you. Therefore I am not letting you pass until you tell me what’s going on.
CALVIN HARRIS: I’m not distracted by anything.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: No, because you come out here all the time just to reflect on your thoughts for no good reason.
CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, I do.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Cut the crap Calvin. You’re not getting out of this conversation with me. You forget I am the mother of a two year old. I can play hardball if need be and good news babe, I’ve got nothing going on today. So the ball is in your court in how long you want to keep this little game up.
CALVIN HARRIS: You can be the biggest pain in the ass sometimes.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Thanks, I take that as a compliment. Cause you know it’s kind of my job.
Right away Calvin rolled his eyes a little bit as he turned himself around and took a couple of steps back towards the chair. He placed the championship over the back of the chair before letting his hand run through his long black locks. A frustrated sigh escaped the man’s lips with Calvin turning himself around to lock eyes on Alessandra.
CALVIN HARRIS: I guess in a roundabout way I am second guessing myself when it comes to this coming Thursday Night.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Why on earth would you be having second guests about that? You’ve dominated the entire time. Press is going into this match looking like he’s on the verge of having a melt down.
CALVIN HARRIS: And you of all people should know there’s a big difference with seemingly like you’ve got it all in your hands as opposed to actually getting the job done. They’re too different situations, Alessandra.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: I really don’t get where any of this is coming from, Calvin. I really don’t.
CALVIN HARRIS: It has everything to do with the fact that since I was seventeen years old. All I have ever wanted to do was to hold a Heavyweight Championship high above my head. I wanted those people that said I could never do it to choke on their own words. I wanted that one championship for it would mean everything to my career. And every single time I get close to having it, somehow someway something gets in the way and ruins that moment for me.
There was this defeated like look in his eyes. Calvin found himself sitting down in that chair he had stood up from only moments before. His hands running over his head in frustration. Alessandra on the hand just stood there seemingly studying the expression on his face. All while trying to make sense of it all in her head.
CALVIN HARRIS: I have been in PAW since around February. That’s six months into this company and in that time I have demolished the competition. It didn’t matter who it was. Johnny Raike? I beat him time and time again. CJ O’Donnel? I’ve beaten him so many times now it’s become pathetic. I even hold a victory over The Bombtrack. That’s their first loss in fifteen years. Hell, in the six months I have been with the company I have already held a championship. There’s no one else on the roster that can truly say they have done what I have done in such a short amount of time.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: You bring all of this up, yet you’re second guessing how Thursday Night is going to go? Do you see why I said none of this makes sense? Calvin, you’re great. You’re going to be the next PAW Heavyweight Champion.
CALVIN HARRIS: But I was great in World Elite Wrestling. I spent four years of my career in that company. I spent for years beating names like Alexis Morrison, Rhiannon, and Ryan Jackson. Spent four years in that company competing in main event after main event. Spent four years in that company selling our pay per view after pay per view. Yet when the company closed after four years I didn’t have a single championship to my name. When the company closed I had been known for choking time and time again in WEW World Championship matches. When the company closed I had been known for dropping to ball against the single greatest star the company ever produced in WEW. Shady Layne made me her bitch over and over again.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: You already know how I feel about that company. You know how I feel about how they did things and the way they carried themselves. So to avoid an argument, I am simply going to say that it was one of those things that just weren’t meant to be. You didn’t win a championship or what you consider the most championship there. Oh well, it isn’t like WEW defines you, Calvin. You’ve gone elsewhere and been successful.
CALVIN HARRIS: Like when I went to EHWF and I spent six months busting my ass for a company that never respected me? Six long months Alessandra, I was undefeated. Six long months I knocked off every star they supposedly had. Six long months and I was holding two championships. I made the tag team division relevant. I took their Showtime Championship and made it the single most important championship they had by being the longest reigning champion in the company’s history. Then when they had no other choice but to finally give me a shot for the EHWF Championship. The crooked bastard running the place intentionally screwed me over. He cost me six months of hard work, all because I was someone that marched to a beat of my own drum.
Another frustrated sigh escaped the man’s lips.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: That was nothing to do with you not being able to get the job done. It’s well documented that you got screwed on that night. But it’s in the past. Just like the WEW stuff is in the past. Don’t know why you keep dwelling on it. Especially when everything is going so well for you in PAW. Not to mention you did really well in Monarchy.
CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, I did well in Monarchy. I became the Monarchy Champion on the company’s last night. Technically, people could say my goal of becoming Heavyweight Champion was achieved. But when I sit here and I look at that championship. I am left with an empty feeling. Because what did that championship truly do for me? What did it do for my career? At the end of the day, it was just a championship I got to take home with me. Like a trophy for participation in a little kid’s sporting event. That’s essentially all it is at the end of the day. And as far as the stuff in the past? That does make me who I am now. I’ve choked in the past. Who’s to say when I finally get in there with Press, it isn’t going to happen again? Do you how badly that would end for me? I’d never be able to live it down. Everywhere I would travel that would be something thrown in my face over and over again.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Calvin, listen to me for...
CALVIN HARRIS: Or what if Lady Munin and her team of goons try to stop me?! It’s well documented that she doesn’t like me. I wouldn’t put it past her one bit to try and screw me over. She doesn’t want to see me as the man leading her company, although I’ve been doing it for months as it is.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Okay, Calvin. Would you let me...
CALVIN HARRIS: Or you know what? There’s even the possibility that Press won’t even show. There’s the possibility that he’s going to be a coward and refuse to defend the championship against me in the first place. Which as long as Lady Munin is slobbing on his knob, I could see her backing his decision. That right there would be another situation that would keep the championship from me. Anything could happen on Thursday!
As the man continued to bring up all these possibilities and situations, Alessandra was slowly starting to lose his cool. A slight glare was in her eyes while she stood there looking down at him. In that moment she had finally been pushed too far which lead to her lashing out.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: SHUT THE HELL UP!
With that sudden shout Calvin’s eyes had no other choice but to look up in her direction. He was a little caught off guard by all of this but at least she had his attention. Alessandra’s eyes narrowed a little bit more in his direction.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Are you listening to me?
CALVIN HARRIS: Yes, I am.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Good, because I am not going to repeat myself after I say this. You went out and laid it all on the line at Heat Stroke. You put yourself in some of the worst positions that could have ended your career, even at times your actual life. You nearly gave me a heart attack when I watched you leap off the Hell in a Cell structure. All of which you did just so you could be the number one contender for the PAW Heavyweight Championship.
CALVIN HARRIS: I’m aware of...
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: ... I’m not done speaking, Calvin!
Quickly, the man found himself hushing up when Alessandra let her voice be heard. She didn’t seem too pleased with getting cut off.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: You did all of that to become number one contender. Then over the last few weeks you put Press in his place time and time again. Continued to embarrass him. Continued to prove that you could out wit him. Even got yourself arrested over all of it. And now all of the sudden you don’t think you’ve got it in you.
CALVIN HARRIS: It isn’t as easy as you’re trying to make it sound. Nor is it that simple.
ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS: Newsflash Calvin, nothing we ever want the most comes easy or just happens to be simple. But as I said you’ve done all of this to get in the position you’re in and now you’re about to piss it all away because you’re getting inside your head. If you think you’re going to fail. If you think you’re going to choke. If you think you won’t be leaving Bad Moon Rising with the PAW Heavyweight Championship. Then that’s what’s going to happen because of negative thinking. I suggest if you want to make this dream of yours come true. Then you pull your head out of your ass and go into that match as the man that I know you can be. Those are your only options, so smarten up!
There was quite a bit of attitude that came out of Alessandra’s voice. She had pretty much got everything off her chest and made sure that she made her point to the man that she cared so much about. Calvin was sitting there shocked at what he had heard. This wasn’t something that he had expected by any means. Their eyes locked with each other for that brief moment, but before he had a chance to say anything. Alessandra gripped a hold of the Monarchy Championship and put it over her shoulder before turning her back to Calvin walking away from him leaving him left on the balcony alone once again. He just gazed at the doorway where she had walked back in. Now he was left to his thoughts once again, but however he was going to be forced to look at things in a different light if he wanted his dream to come true.
“BAD DREAMS”
August 16th, 2016
Home
Camera Off
Seemingly within the blink of an eye Calvin Harris found himself standing at the top of the ramp inside of the Pure Arena. His eyes were focused down on the Steel Cage that was surrounding the infamous Pure Amusement Wrestling ring. Completely ignoring the sold out arena that was surrounding him. At that very second Calvin could feel his heart rate starting to rise while at the same time his feet started to carry himself towards the ring. The odd part about it is he didn’t feel like he was in any control of his movements. It felt like he was involuntarily being taken to the ring. That’s when Calvin noticed the entire sold out arena, but he couldn’t hear the fans. It was silent that one could hear a pin drop. Until someone spoke loudly.
“What are you doing here Calvin?!”
That voice was one that Calvin recognized right away. Yet at the same time it was a voice that he hadn’t heard in a very-very long time. His head snapped in the direction of the voice and that’s when his eyes settled on a man dressed in a sharp looking suit that was just on the other side of the barricade where all the fans were. That man was Calvin’s biggest rival in World Elite Wrestling: Ryan Jackson. Now more than ever there was this confused and puzzled look on his face. Ryan had that same expression on his face that the Martyr was used to. The one that made him want to punch him. That’s when Ryan spoke up again.
RYAN JACKSON: Answer me. What are you doing here Calvin?!
CALVIN HARRIS: ... I’m here to win the PAW Heavyweight Championship. What are you doing here?
RYAN JACKSON: I’m here to watch you fail. Much like you did in World Elite Wrestling.
CALVIN HARRIS: Excuse you?!
RYAN JACKSON: I didn’t stutter Calvin. I am here to watch you fail at your goal, just like I watched you fail at every single goal you ever set for yourself back in the day.
In a matter of seconds Calvin could feel his blood boiling. Ryan was still someone that could get to him after all this time. Calvin was about to respond when he could heard another voice speaking.
“He isn’t the only one here to watch you fail!”
That voice was also rather familiar. Calvin’s head snapped around in the direction of that voice and the unsettling feeling that he had in his gut only got worse when he locked eyes on Carli Davis. She was sitting on the other side of the barricade with the fans, much like Ryan had. The confusion was only piling up for the Martyr.
CALVIN HARRIS: Carli?!
CARLI DAVIS: In the flesh.
CALVIN HARRIS: What the hell is going?!
CARLI DAVIS: You mean to tell me you haven’t figured it out yet, Calvin?
CALVIN HARRIS: Figure out what?!
CARLI DAVIS: Figure out that you don’t have what it takes to go the distance in this business. Ryan was right, you failed at every goal you ever had in World Elite Wrestling. Even when you used me to help you. Even when you had me in your corner. Even when you had the advantage. You couldn’t get the job done. What makes you think that this time around is going to be any different?
CALVIN HARRIS: Everything's different. This is a different place. It’s a different setting. Hell, I am a different person. Everything’s different this time around. You two are the ones holding on to the past, like the past truly matters!
He found himself getting more and more upset by the second. Not liking his past coming to bite him in the rear end. Ryan’s words were something that ate him alive. For he didn’t want to think about all those times he had set goals for himself only to come up short. Carli’s words cut through him like a knife because she too was right and he didn’t want to focus on something like that. Yet no sooner than those words came out of his mouth. Another familiar voice could be heard.
“Nothing has changed Calvin. Everything has and will stay the same.”
That voice alone was enough to make the man want to fall to his knees. It also made him not want to turn to face the person, but again he felt like he had no control over his body as it turned himself around. Calvin’s eyes instantly locking on the grey ones belonging to Shady Layne. Right away, Calvin tried his hardest to look away.
SHADY LAYNE: Can’t look me in the eyes now? After everything we’ve ever been through. After everything you’ve ever done to me. You can’t even show me enough respect to look me in the eyes.
CALVIN HARRIS: Chasity...
SHADY LAYNE: Don’t even. You lost the right to call me that over a year ago.
CALVIN HARRIS: What is this about? Why are you really here? This doesn’t make any sense to me!
SHADY LAYNE: It should make percent sense, Calvin. Like I said nothing has changed. You might claim everything is different, but it isn’t. You’re still the man you were over a year ago. You’re still a jackass. You’re still an asshole. You’re still scum that walks the planet earth, but most of all. You’re still a choke artist!
CALVIN HARRIS: A choke artist?!
SHADY LAYNE: Yes, Calvin. You’re a choke artist. That goal of becoming a Heavyweight Champion is so unrealistic that it isn’t even funny. I can speak from experience. I faced you twice for the WEW World Championship. I faced the man you once were, the man that cared about me and a man that cared about the fans. You gave it everything you had that night, but it wasn’t good enough. But I also faced you when you are the man you are now. A snake. A backstabber. Someone that will cut corners. Someone who will cheat. Someone who will sell his soul to the devil to get the things he wants most in life. And even facing that version of you, you fell flat on your face. It’s going to happen again. You will fail to win the PAW Heavyweight Championship.
CALVIN HARRIS: No, that’s not going to happen. You’re wrong about this. You’re wrong about me. Do you hear me?! Every last single one of you are wrong!
He was on the verge of getting ready to come unglued when there was this sudden flash that took place before his eyes. It blinded him for that brief moment, but when his eyes were able to adjust. Calvin realized that he was now standing in the middle of the ring surrounded by the cage. His eyes could see that the cage was surging with the electricity. As soon as he was able to realize this he could now hear the entire crowd chanting as loud as they possibly could and making the chant echo throughout the entire Pure Arena.
“YOU CAN’T WIN!” “YOU CAN’T WIN!” “YOU CAN’T WIN!”
Nearly right away Calvin brought his hands up to his ears in an attempt to drown out the chant. Something that was no use as he could hear it as loud as ever even with his hands being covered over his ears. Then all of the sudden Calvin felt something jerk his shoulder and spin him around. His eyes were briefly able to focus on PRESS before he felt the man’s giant boot being planted into his gut. Then in the same breath Press lifted Calvin onto his shoulders rushing towards one of the steel cage walls in which the electricity was surging through it. Calvin felt his body being lifted off the shoulders of Press for the Press Release Powerbomb. For a brief moment his body was suspended in air just as he started to scream out at the top of his lungs.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!”
His eyes squeezed shut as he prepared himself to feel that steel of the cage, but more importantly to feel the electricity from the cage. Waiting for that feeling seemed to be forever while he screamed at the top of his lungs, until his eyes popped wide open. In his eyes opening he was able to register that he wasn’t in the ring. He wasn’t surrounded by a steel cage. His body was not being thrown towards electricity that was going to leave him crippled. Instead Calvin found himself slumped over slightly on the living room couch of his home.
Quickly he shot up to his feet and looked all around the living room. Confusion still consuming him. His heart rate still racing. It felt like his heart was going to bust out of his chest at any given moment. He had broken out into a cold sweat. His hands suddenly brought themselves upward dragging through his slightly sweat soaked hair. Everything starting to settle back into reality. Calvin couldn’t help but to speak out loud to himself.
CALVIN HARRIS: It was a dream... it was just a dream.
As much as he was able to make that connection that it was a dream. It didn’t change the fact that everything without a doubt felt very-very real to him. That’s when he noticed the shakiness within his legs as he settled himself down into the seat back on the couch. His head leaning slightly forward some as he was trying to get his heart rate to slow down. This was simply going too far. Every last bit of his career and his life in the past coming back to affect his future was just too much. It wasn’t something that he could deal with anymore. Therefore he knew something had to give.
CALVIN HARRIS: You’re going to prove those people wrong. You’re going to prove everyone wrong. You’re going to be the man and you’re going to accomplish your dream. One way or the other Calvin, you’re leaving with that PAW Heavyweight Championship!
Speaking to himself in third person might have said sent the message that the man was finally going off the deep end. However it was something that was needed. It was the reminder he needed to himself. Calvin was fed up. Things had finally just gone too far. Now it was time for him to make every person that ever doubted him to eat their words. It was time to make everyone see him host that championship high above his head. It was time for Calvin Harris to complete his childhood dream and be everything he ever set out to be. Bad Moon Rising would be a night where history was made.
“THE DOWNFALL OF PRESS”
August 17th, 2016
The Pure Arena
Camera On
The scene found itself fading in with the cameras being placed in a very familiar setting. More so in a very familiar place over anything else. That place just happened to be the Pure Arena. The very arena in which Pure Amusement Wrestling had made a name for themselves. Today though there was something about the arena that was different. It wasn’t the fact that the arena had been changed a little bit to support their second biggest pay per view like event in the name of Bad Moon Rising. Instead it was the fact that the entire arena was empty. Not a single person in sight and that made sense with the big event being just twenty four hours from now.
All of the sudden though the cameras found themselves making a bit of a cut towards the stands of the arena. In doing so it was revealed that the arena wasn’t as empty as one was believed to have thought. As a matter of fact there was someone sitting there in the empty stands just looking around the arena. That someone was very well known to the PAW Universe and he was one of the most hated men in that Universe. Turns out that man was “The Martyr” himself, Calvin Harris. He was glaring all around the arena until he realized the cameras were on him. That’s what prompted him to stand up from the seating position and open that rather large mouth of his.
“Since the day that I walked into Pure Amusement Wrestling. I let it be known that at some point I was going to be the man around here. I let it be known that one way or the other I’d be holding the PAW Heavyweight Championship high above my head.”
The stone cold glare had consumed his eyes.
“Yet when I made that statement. Every single person on this roster laughed at me. Every single person on this roster said my ego was going to get crushed. Every single person on this roster said there was no way that I’d even get close to the championship. And what for? Why was that so hard to believe by everyone else that wasn’t me? That is the question that I have asked myself over and over again.”
Calvin’s expression said it all. He couldn’t seem to truly wrap his mind around how people didn’t believe what came out of his mouth. Sure he might have been hated, but he was a man that had proven himself many times before.
“Was it because my first couple matches in I was put in situations where it was a given that I wouldn’t win? Like the time Lady Munin gave me a bogus tag team partner that was on his way out the company. Dangled the fact that the winning team of that match would face each other for the number one contendership of the PAW Heavyweight Championship. All while knowing she gave me a partner that wasn’t worth a damn, wasn’t going to try, and was going to cost me a chance at winning the match let alone getting a chance to face off for the number one contendership. Is that why people didn’t believe me? Is that why people laughed at me?”
That eyebrow of his arched up in the air when letting that rhetorical question escape his lips.
“Or did it have something to do with when Johnny Raike pulled off the biggest fluke ever seen in the history of this sport? Did I become a laughing stock when I lost to the biggest joke that PAW has to offer? I mean I could go on and on and on about what happened that night. I was screwed. The referee was paid off. Lady Munin has such a fucking hard on for Raike it’s pathetic. She was willing to lose on of the best wrestlers that’s ever going to be in this place for that worthless fuck. Course no matter what I say it’s going to go in one ear and out the other. You people have already proven that you don’t pay attention to anything that I say. You don’t pay attention to anything I do.”
Sure enough there was that irritated tone he was known for vocalizing came out. Course people were going to be able to pinpoint the fact he was only irritated because no one gave him what he wanted when it came to buying into his hype. However at the same time with everything he had done. He deserved to have people believing in him. At least that’s the story he’d tell.
“The point I am trying to make is you all laughed at the statement that I made and don’t have a reason for laughing. Especially when now I stand here as the number one contender for the PAW Heavyweight Championship. Everything I ever said is on the verge of coming true despite your claims that it would never happen. In less than twenty four hours I get the chance of a lifetime, the same chance everyone said wouldn’t happen. In less than twenty four hours I get a shot at the PAW Heavyweight Championship. The same thing that people claimed would never happen. In less than twenty four hours I get to step into the ring with the supposed biggest and baddest dog in the yard, Press!”
By simply mentioning the name Press. There was this sour expression that overcame his expression. Almost like the “Press” name was enough to make him sick to his stomach.
“Press, I don’t think you actually realize why you are someone that has been a big target. I knew on day one that in order to get my shot at the championship that sooner or later I was going to have to go through you. That made you a target, but it wasn’t until you disrespected me where things became a real issue. It wasn’t until then that you painted a big red x on your back to which there was nothing that was going to stop me until I took you out.”
A small hint of confidence could be heard coming out of the Martyr that very moment.
“But how did you disrespect me? Is that the question running through your mind? Is that the one thing you’re trying to wrap your tiny little brain around? Well fortunately enough for you, I am a man that believes in telling people what they did wrong before delivering punishment. You see like I said you disrespected me and you disrespected me by paying no attention to me. You disrespected me by not having anything to say in the beginning. When I was calling you out, when I was letting it be known that I was going to be at the top of the mountain, and when I was telling all of PAW that sooner rather than later.
You had nothing to say. You didn’t add your two cents. You didn’t even so much as acknowledge me which is a complete and utter slap in the face, especially considering that you are the champion... Now before people try and defend you. Before people try and say that you are a man that minds your own business. Before anyone tries to suck your cock like you’re the greatest thing ever. I can prove that it was a matter of disrespecting me. Because you see the moment that GZW tried to threaten the company. Press, you right along with Youth were attacking them in a brutal manner. Leaving them in pools of their own blood and unconscious.
Or what about the newbie tag team that showed up a few weeks ago. I believe their names are Mercy N’ Sin, something to that effect. Point being they are rookies. They are newbies. They are fresh to the roster. They had just a couple of words to say about the Bombtrax. Sure enough the very next week You and Youth made sure to go out to the ring to do your very best to bury them. After all the ego of the Bombtrax is that fragile that they can’t have anyone say anything about them without trying to bury people and hold them back. Yet when I was saying what I had to say, you had nothing to say Press? I mean really?”
Once again that eyebrow of his could be seen being arched up into the air but this time in a very condescending manner.
“That tells me that you were aiming to disrespect me. It tells me that you didn’t look at me as someone that was a threat. You didn’t look at me as someone that was speaking the truth. You didn’t look at me as someone that was worth your time. It tells me that you thought that highly of yourself. It tells me that you truly believe your own hype. It tells me that you really thought that you were simply too important to deal with someone like me. Which then turns into a matter of it wasn’t just disrespectful. Not only was it a slap in the face, but it is like you mustered up the biggest spit loogie you could and then spot right in my face. That’s exactly how you carried yourself. Not only is that disrespect. Not only is a slap in the face. It is like you mustered up the biggest spit loogie you could and then spit in my face. And because of that you pretty much sealed your fate with me.”
Cameras found themselves zooming in once those words came out of his mouth. They were focused on his eyes that suddenly seemed to be filled with rage. Those cameras only remained zoomed in for a brief moment before Calvin’s voice could be once again heard.
“Which is exactly why I got the first jump off a few weeks back. I knew with me being the number one contender and the with the ego that you carry yourself with. I had to do something in order to grab your attention. I did something that made you focus on what was important. That’s why I right along with Nomad and at the same She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named plotted to leave you lying unconscious in the ring several weeks back. For the night it worked, but I’m man enough to admit that I didn’t think everything through. I’m man enough to admit that things fell through for us. I’m man enough to admit that I made a big mistake.
I now know that one of the biggest mistakes I could have made was allowing myself to get involved with She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. I tried to give her a break. I tried to give her some slack. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. Course in doing so it burned me in a bad way. Turns out she was never about what was best for Nomad and myself. Instead she was all about herself and when she realized she wasn’t as good as she believed. When she understood she wasn’t the hype that people gave her. She tucked her tail between her legs and went running for the hills like the coward she was all along.
Course at that point the damage had been done. With her running for the hills, with Nomad being distracted, and with me not having a clue as to what was really going on. I left myself in a vulnerable position. To which you made the most of it Press. You caught me when I least expected it. You drove me off the stage with a Press Release Powerbomb. The same move that has crippled people. The same move that has left people broken. The same move that you claim has ended careers. You used it and you drove me off the stage clearly in an attempt to end my career.”
His eyes started to narrow a little bit more into that glare. The tone of voice he used made it seem like there was some serious hatred and even resentment for Press. Maybe more so for Press’s actions but he clearly lived to tell about them.
“As much as you tried to end my career. It was rather easy to prove that you weren’t as bad as you thought you were. Don’t get me wrong taking that Press Release Powerbomb off the stage was no walk in the park. I was sore for a few days. Took about a day and half just to be able to walk correctly. I spent little over a week being in pain. Soreness and stiffness in my neck as well as back. But at the end of the day it wasn’t enough to end me. It wasn’t enough to keep me down. It wasn’t enough to feed into that ego of yours or this myth that you’re just the baddest man on the PAW roster.
You want to know what I learned most of all from that Press? I learned that you’re a man with a one track mindset. I learned that nothing had changed with you over these last few months. I learned that everything was the same as it was when you defended the title against CJ O’Donnell and Stevie Harris. You’re just a man that likes to attack people. You’re a man that likes to hurt people. You’re a man that likes to use his size to his advantage. There’s no real strategy with anything you do. They attacked you, so you attacked back. It’s simple. After all that’s about all your brain can understand is simple things.”
Finally, there was another emotion coming out of him. This emotion involving Calvin letting a smirk overcome his lips as it appeared he enjoyed slandering his opponent.
“Because I could see how things were from your past and because I could see how your mindset works. I made sure to change things up a bit. I made sure to be one step ahead of you. Which is why you never saw Cross Reboca being the replacement for this Power Trio. That alone was the key for my second attack. Cross was the key to throwing you off your game which is why it made it so easy for myself, Nomad, and Cross to leave you as well as Youth broken in the middle of the ring. I bet you can’t even begin to understand the type of joy I got out of watching you my ring on a stretcher that night.
It didn’t end just there though, Press. You see that ego of yours is the thing that is your biggest downfall. Because instead of taking the time off to properly heal those injuries we caused. Instead of focusing on what mattered the most aka this match with me. You had yourself back in the ring two weeks later with the intentions of qualifying for the Tag Team Championship match at Bad Moon Rising. You were aiming to have two title matches that night. All because your ego allows you to think that you’re that good. All because your ego allowed you to believe you deserve to hold more than one championship.
And all because your ego makes you truly think that you’re better than me. Once I saw that come out again, I leaped all over the chance to continue to stay ahead of you. Which then in return cost you and Youth a chance to compete in the Tag Team Championship match at Bad Moon Rising. I proved that I could be a distraction from something that matters to you. I proved that I can get inside your head and with allowing me to get inside your head means I have won half the battle. That makes our championship match that much easier for me. The one thing you didn’t want to happen. You didn’t want it to be easy, Press!”
Calvin let those eyes of his focus on the cameras with that smirk on his lips. The same smirk that made people truly hate his entire being simply because of what that smirk meant.
“Everything had came together for me in a matter of weeks, but I knew there was something missing. I knew that in order to complete this destruction of your ego and to end your PAW Heavyweight Championship reign that there was just one piece of the puzzle to put into place. That piece is the Electric Steel Cage. You see Press, I wanted you in an environment where it was just the two of us. I wanted you to be trapped in the ring with the single most sadistic human being on the roster. And most of all I wanted to ensure that you had to fight on your own. No more having Youth in your corner to back you up when the going got tough. For once you were going to have to prove what type of champion you truly are. I know you’re going to fold under the pressure, but I want all your little fans to see it happen!”
That statement alone was going to have the PAW Universe up in arms over it. After all it was no secret that the PAW Universe were the biggest supports of Press and the Bombtrax. Calvin’s words were not something they were going to be looking forward to. It was something that was going to have them fearful of actually happening on that night when they collided.
“Press, I can tell you right now in the time that I have been a professional wrestler that there hasn’t been a single human being that I dislike more than you. There isn’t another person that I have ever wanted to hurt more than you. Trust me that’s saying something considering I once faced a man that tried to end my wrestling career after my life nearly ended in a tragic car accident. Something that same man had no problem making fun of me for week in and week out. So, if I hate you more than I hate that man. If I want to hurt you more than I ever wanted to hurt that man.
That should truly make you see how much you’re fucked when the two of us meet in that ring. I can guarantee you the moment the two of us are in that ring, once that door shuts, once it locks, and once the electricity begins to surge through those steel cage walls. Nothing is going to stop me from making sure that I beat the living hell out of you the entire time that match lasts. I am out for blood. I am out to break bones and tear muscles. Most of all though I am out to see to it that you never wrestle again. Something that realistically could happen if I toss you into that cage and it gives you a shock that claims your life.
And best of all if that happens, there’s nothing that can be done to me for it. Because once again, your ego is your biggest downfall. When I made this challenge under these circumstances, you could have very easily backed out. You could have very easily said no. You could have very easily quit, but your ego wouldn’t allow it. Your ego lead to you accepting a challenge in which put your life in danger and put me in complete charge of everything. I did what I did to ensure your demise would come, as well as to ensure I’d have what I wanted the most. This all your fault Press. Every last bit of it is your fault.”
Once again that arrogance of Calvin came pouring out of him. There was no doubt that in twenty four hours when this match finally did taken place. The entire Pure Arena that he was standing in now would be booing him. They would hate him with such a passion. Yet there was nothing those people could do about it.
“Thing is as satisfying as ending your reign, your career, and your life. I know for a fact that I am going to get more joy out of everything when it comes to your fans, Press. I’m going to love seeing the faces of those fans when they see their hero fold under the pressure. I will truly enjoy watching fans have their spirits broken when they see that their hero can’t defend his title. Then to top it all off I’ll have this sick satisfaction when I look into the eyes of those weeping fans when they see me send volts of electricity through your body each time I throw you into that steel cage. The same weeping eyes that I’ll look into when you are lying face down on the mat unconscious, drowning in your own vomit as I hold the PAW Heavyweight Championship over my head!”
That sickening smirk of his really spread across the corner of his lips when he let that statement escape his lips.
“Press... May you rot in hell, you worthless fuck!”
Cameras remained focused on the man as those final words escaped his lips. Calvin’s intense set of eyes looked right into the lens as he stood there in the empty Pure Arena. That same arena where in twenty four hours the Martyr was either going to prove without a shadow of a doubt that everything that’s ever came out of his mouth was true. Or in twenty four hours Calvin Harris would find himself having his entire career and life flash before his very eyes just before it came to an end. That’s the risk he had taken putting himself in this very position. That’s when cameras faded to black leaving everyone wondering exactly how would Bad Moon Rising end. |
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