It was Caleb Cammrack, as he lowered his arm, a smile crept up a face that was seriously grim just seconds ago of being insight. He crouched down, getting closer to the camera that looked up at him.
"Soar like an angel? Take me to the limit?" Caleb mused in these two questions through a crooked, cracked smile. His voice told how he was hold back laughter to which he found much amusement. "Such a bold statement.. I see fresh talent pulling in major titles left and right and then here you are.. pulling in only middle weight championships and maybe tag gold? Come Spring in the Ring, an angel will fall from it's delusion and see that he is nothing more than a yellow bellied bully, that cowardly attacks from behind, brutally seeking destruction. He cannot leave the mentality of 'ruthless aggression', of an era that has passed. Only mindless brutes carry that mentality." Cammrack's eyes dart to glance down at a slightly raised fist, checking the watch on his wrist. "Time's running out.. old man.. Angel, I'm sending you off to your nursing home, after our match. You've been going out, doing nothing, for far too long. It's time to come into reality and know that you are no angel."
With those last words, he rose to a stand, looked up. "I see the light, I am."
Then rose his arm and pulled the string to return the room to darkness.
