While the tables were being picked up and the debris it left, was swept up, came walking out a face that wasn't too well known and hasn't been seen or heard from since Ardomis made it harshly clear that Caleb was no longer wanted. But what was this underage kid going to do now that he's recovered and too young to compete for BBW and it's fans? Well.. we'll soon know what he has to say and maybe what's on his mind, as he held a micro talk stick that he swung up to his lips.

"Hello, I'm Caleb Cammrack. Do I look familiar? I should! Not too long ago I became the victim of being brutally mauled by an ungrateful Ardomis!" Cammrack eyes lit like fire, as a single spark would with toilet paper. "Now I'm not out here to call him out and try to get revenge.. nah, man. I forgive. Why? Because I'm man enough to know that I made a mistake."

The audience were unsure of this young man's affiliation of heel or face and gave cheers, choosing the side of good! Perhaps young Caleb had seen the light of Ardomis's evil and would walk a better path! But what is his true incentive here? And the cheers that they gave were shut off, as Caleb began to shout out!

"A mistake to think that I could manage! I am not a manager! I am a wrestler! Born for it! Born into it! Born breathing it!" Giving a dip of the microphone from his mouth, swallowing. He didn't want his nerves to show just how uneasy he felt about his first promo, live, in front all these people. Especially losing vocal control! He would never live it down if his voice wavered! And with a tightened grip to the microphone's handle, Caleb rose the stick to speak again. "It's been my daily life, just, training. And come Spring in The Ring..! I'm overjoyed to announce that, Spring in The Ring is when I turn eighteen! Which means...! I am, coming back! And coming back with a challenge to anyone that wants to get their, saggyragbottomknockedtwosidesfromMonnn-day! In a sweet lolly-popping hop-topping, gonna-give-your-granny-ah-kiss..! Take me on in my debut match of EPIC proportions!" And throwing his clenched fists up high above his head, letting it be known that he's strong! What a big man this young seventeen-year-old, he is!

He walked, awkwardly, backward to from where he entered stage.
His face frozen, steps unsure, and Caleb felt that he shouldn't lower his arms.
Nor should he turn around, showing his back to the audience.