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"Do you see me?" A slow hand gesture, waving down from head to toe, that presented the already clear bandages applied due to the damage caused by Pierce last show. "Do you see the damage that has been afflicted on me?!" Caleb reiterated a bit more loudly, vexed at his condition. His next words were spoken more quietly, more softly. Like an admittance of something he did wrong. "I do. I see it." He sighed out.

The fans chant "Camm-RACK! Camm-RACK! Camm-RACK!", hoping to encourage him to rev up, ignite, and give them fire! In return, Caleb didn't oblige those eager pop seekers. What Caleb gave, was instead a calm voice of defeat. "You've made your point, I will not pursue. I cannot, anyway, in my current state. I am too hurt." Turning to face the entrance, Cammrack set a stern gaze, setting the atmosphere of just how serious his coming words were. "As for the future.. I make no promises and I make no threats. Damon Pierce you have made your point.. and injured me and would do so again, that I have no doubt." The irritated audience drawled out their jeers, while it became evident to them, finally sinking into their thick skulls, that Caleb Cammrack will not, would not, and wants not have any wish to appease them. "BBW -is- dangerous and -it- has risen above the status of 'hardcore'. This place has turned out to be a certified psych ward with no restrictions or consequences to -anyone-. As this is a place of acting upon wishes and not simple wants, there has been victims.. me being an example of more than just that.. Damon Pierce has shown you all more than what I had expected!" Speaking the name of his attacker, Cammrack turned away from the entrance, attentive to the receptive audience before him. "Damon has shown how this isn't about the best rising to the top, this has become a pecking order! And because of this.. I will follow my pitiful footsteps of my Father.. in only the one area that he was right on!"

At first mention of Bad Blood Wrestling being a psych ward, created a prideful pop that equaled a once extreme hardcore wrestling promotion of where the performers were free to do what the wanted.. wherein this place, this BBW had allowed their performers do as they wished. Then speaking randomly of his Father.. This created a lull in volume from the audience as curiosity was drawn out of the crowd. Caleb Cammrack didn't seem that he could care less. He only wanted to speak the message that had plagued him since his resolve began before the steps he imprinted on the path to his mission in the wrestling business, taking on his parents career. His eyes darted around, against the many sets of eyeballs that peered on top of him! The image of Cammrack's lips screamed -'irritation'-.

"Evolve. Evolve, evolve, and evolve, until.. well, that is where he failed. My -fool- Father evolved outside of his best form, straying from his path, losing the attributes that brought him success and granted him access to wealth and fame, that he so desired." Caleb didn't leave much a pause, but in that few seconds of breath... Cammrack stood center ring to draw up a ravenous smile, licking his prominent canine teeth.. "For me, fame, I have no desire for, yet will come in time anyways. Wealth and riches will be inherited and earned. What I seek. Is. Dignity."

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His words finished, Caleb Cammrack exits the way he entered.
This time without the use of help, causing an increase of difficulty to pass through.
Down the steps and stepping onto the ramp to head upwards for the stage and exit..
Caleb Cammrack would bitterly throw a middle finger, immaturely, to the crowd!
Fans, already booing him, gave only small rises to the rise of his finger bird.
Onstage, Cammrack gripped his crotch and thrust his hip forward in a 'suck it' message!
Then turned to disappear in his exit.

Caleb's eyes told his shock and confusion, as he hadn't a clue to why Dion, who he never had the joy of meeting.. a man who had already gained great standing of respect with any who faced him in the ring and backstage among the locker room. Cammracks footsteps sent him backing into the center, unsure of the entering man's intentions and fearing further weakening of his body's state; Caleb's face slightly reddened in embarrassment of his own cowardice.

As Dion spoke, Caleb let the words sink in, lowering his head, his scowl deepening, with his glare getting darker, as he stared down to his feet. ..Then the mention of Caleb being 'just like his father', Caleb's eyes lit up wide, as if a heavy insult was heaved onto him! The rest of Necurat's words were suck up with intent pupils. And inch by inch Cammrack rose his head, turning it away from facing Dion, yet keeping his eyes on the man, who sat upon a horse. Fear etched strongly on Cammracks face! The sudden eruption from the fans rampaciously praised this entrancing warrior, had Caleb Cammrack shudder at the roar of the crowd that hit him! Arms jerking up, grasping his elbows, and appearing feeble, that Dion strikes at with words of 'battered...broken...defeated'. And now that Dion Necurat stood in front Caleb Cammrack, who held his arms that gave small tremors.. clenched teeth baring.. eyes brimming with tears; surely Dion had used words of truth that cut deeply into personal troubles that Caleb had quarreled so desperately with. Did Dion's eyes see into him?

Dion Necurat continued on, disregarding the mental anguish of Caleb..
'Warrior' ... 'best those that wronged' ... 'lick-wounds-coward'
All of these words that Necurat fed to Cammrack, swirled around in his head.
Caleb's mind churned it up and chewed through it, in what felt like minutes.
Eventually.. Caleb Cammrack could take no more! He fell to his knees!

Peering upward and with trembling hands he reached up, taking hold of the microphone of Dion. Where was Calebs? It was forgotten on the mat behind him, off to the side. Dropped and rolled off, when in the surprise burst of the people that came to be entertained. Caleb Cammrack tugged the mic down, with Dion's hand still attached.
"..Please." Voice wavering.. he choked down his loss of pride, vulnerable in front of all..
".. HIC ... Please, I haven't the strength to stand alone.. m-my Father was a warrior.. but that.. and his faults are in me as well." Hands releasing, arms dropping loosely, and his head drooped with empty eyes.. Caleb Cammrack.. seemed hollow.