The scene slowly begins from the blackness that we have all learned to become to know and love so well. As the camera begins to shed some light on the scene, the site can easily be recognized to be a hotel, one of those which are spacious and well furnished. Well in front of the camera lays an efficiency and it's top of the line appliances. To the left of the kitchen, the dinning room is plotted. In the middle of the dining room sits a table of cherry wood, which at the moment has four chairs surrounding it. To the right of the efficiency are a few closed doors, which may lead to the bathroom and the bedroom. The camera man then decides to focus his attention more towards the right of the room. Here lies a wet bar and a few bottles of wine adore the top of the bar. Glancing around the rest of the hotel, we may assume that we are in the living room of what seems to be a rather costly hotel suite. The camera man completes a one hundred eighty degree turn and low and behold, there is another door. Unlike the others, this door has a bunch of shit hanging off of it, and abruptly, it opens. A man, who seems to have never been seen and never heard of, slowly makes his way in. He reaches and grabs his black leather jacket, which he aimlessly throws at a distant coat hanger. It misses. Now, the man reaches for his blue and gold ADIDAS cap and throws it at the hanger. He misses, this time even worse. He turns towards the camera, but he acts like he does not even notice it. Instead, he walks to a brown leather couch that sits against the white walls of the living room and reclines himself. Focusing in on the man, we notice that he is wearing a white t-shirt, with dark blue jeans, and black ADIDAS shoes. Focusing further in on his face, we also notice that his eyes are closed and he seems to be relaxed. His hair is brown with blonde highlights and is spiked messily on top of his head. There are a few piercings in his ears and one in his nose and are clearly visible due to the light from the room reflecting on the gold pieces. He has sideburns running down to the bottom of his ears and a goatee that measures to about an inch and a half long. A few gold chains and a silver watch finish off the accessories to his outfit. Finally, he opens his eyes, looks straight into the camera, and begins to speak.

Man: Hello and welcome to the Renaissance Hotel, in beautiful Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Hello, my name is Caleb Marlowe. Well, I can assure you for now that it's just another name.

He takes a pause, followed by a deep breath. He begins to speak once again.

Caleb Marlowe: Not only am I taking this time as somewhat of a vacation, but hell, since I'm here and because I wanted to visit the place where CWF had begun, I thought I might as well just take a look at the Skydome. And what a magnificent sight it is.

Marlowe decides to stand up and he walks towards a curtain. He pulls out a string a begins to tug on it. The curtain begins to clear out of the center and towards the side, and as it does, it begins to reveal a glass window, which showcases the magnificent Toronto Skydome below.

Caleb Marlowe: It was just eleven years ago that I was down there, watching a wrestling event for the first time in my life. I was ringside. I was one of the those dorky looking kids with an ugly hat on. Then and there it occurred to me how things could have been later in my lifetime. At ten years old, professional wrestling became to me as somewhat of a necessity. It was a way of living. Professional wrestling was like, to me, as alcohol was to the drunkard or heroin to the drug addict. I could not get enough. Funny thing is, I was ten years old. From there on, wrestling was permanently in my blood. Once, I asked my parents at fourteen years old to put me in wrestling school. Being the spoiled rich kid that I was and due to the fact that my parents had bigger and better plans, they felt that they had to reject my idea. But I had known everything! I studied the old school ways... I felt that I was prepared. They said in my dreams I could be a professional wrestler. Amazingly, it did happen in my dreams. There I was, a fourteen year old kicking ass. A fourteen year old that would soon be a world champion. Then I remembered... Once my parents had told me that dreams can come true. So... I ran away from home and tried to enter a local wrestling school. They wouldn't accept me because I was too young. They said it wasn't worth the child molestation charges. What they told me years ago crushed my dreams, but I knew I would definitely have my chance later. It just wasn't my time. Hell, the next thing I know, my parents put me on some sort of medication... Oh and by the way, now that I mention it...

Marlowe reaches into his right pocket and pulls out one of those brown cylinder shaped prescription medicine bottles. He removes the cap and shakes out a few pills and swallows them down. He then puts the cap back on the container and shoves it back into his pocket.

Caleb Marlowe: Yes, I would have to say that I was one dumb ass of a kid. But things and times have changed. The wrestlers that I have admired from the past are now legends in this time. And men like I have decided to step up to the plate and accept the challenges that today's great promotions have to offer. And I'll tell you what, I would have never thought that I would have ever seen my name on the roster of Classic Wrestling Federation. I've been around since the moment CWF sprouted. As a seventeen year old growing up in Montreal, I realized that maybe, just maybe I would be able to live my dream. And because CWF was so close to home, I was able to keep close tabs when events where held. At the time, there was no way in hell that I would go up against legends such as hall-of-famers Jeff Jericho, Steve Dart, and Triple X, just to name a few damn excellent wrestlers. It would take me hours of hard work, which would later turn into days and even years before I could even decide that I had the skill, the drive, the will, and the talent to even survive in CWF. And just two days ago, I found out that Mark Xamin feels that I have what it takes to survive in CWF.

The scene slowly fades to black while focusing on the stern and serious face of Caleb Marlowe.

Again, the scene fades from black. Instead of the luxurious hotel room, we now find ourselves within the confines of the Toronto Skydome. The seating arrangements are set up as if we were to have a wrestling event. Within the center of the complex stands a ring. The camera man scans this massive building, only to find one in attendance. Focusing down on Caleb Marlowe, we find him sitting in a front row seat, reclined, with his legs resting on the barrier. He notices that the camera is enticing him, and begins to speak.

Caleb Marlowe: So this is were many CWF legends had wrestled. Soon, this is where I will wrestle as a member of CWF. My dream has finally came true and I can guarantee you this: it will not end abruptly. I will do anything in my power to make it somewhere. Now, am I saying that I will win the world championship soon? Hell no. I'll leave that up to Z-Pac and his crew, and by the way, great match! The world title is years up the road, that is, if I have what it takes to make it. Right now, I doubt I'll ever touch the world title, or any other title nevertheless. And at the moment, I just don't give a shit about it. I'm here to wrestle and I'm here to show the world what I am made out of. It may take loss after loss after loss to achieve success in CWF, and if my journey happens to come by that way, then so be it. I have put my blood, sweat, and tears in all the amateur and independent promotions to get where I am today, and I will not let down. Giving up and dropping out of the race will be the last thing I will ever do in CWF, and I will ultimately do my best to put on a great show for my fans, myself, CWF, and most importantly, my opponents.

Marlowe takes his legs off the barrier and sits up in the chair. He grabs the barrier and proceeds to jump over it. He lands safely on the other side and walks towards the ring while the camera man follows. Marlowe makes his way towards a set of stairs adjoining the ring and climbs up. Stepping on to the canvas, he grabs the middle rope and steps into the ring through the top and the middle rope. In the middle of the squared circle, Marlowe turns around and looks at all the seats and appears to be mesmerized by the sight. He then turns to his far right turnbuckle and walks towards it. He climbs up the turnbuckle and takes a seat on the very top turnbuckle. He looks towards the camera intently, his dark blue eyes once again seemingly piercing through the camera lens, and begins to speak.

Caleb Marlowe: I couldn't have been anymore pleased than I already had been until Mark Xamin and the rest of the CWF staff decided to place me in the very first Wednesday Pop of the sixth CWF era. In a little more than a week, I will be facing off against Keith Daniels and Sammy Roma. Well, what can I say about these two men? I've seen Sammy Roma around and I know that he is a wrestler that can certainly emerge out of nowhere with the skill that he obtains. Keith Daniels, on the other hand, I can honestly say that I have no dirt on. Obviously, if you can just waltz right into CWF, you've got to be an excellent wrestler. Keith, come the eleventh, you can be damn sure of yourself that I will survive. You can also expect one hell of a match because that is exactly what I'm damn well going to give you. Gentlemen, I can safely say that come next Wednesday, it will be my pleasure to try to match and compete with you at such an extreme wrestling ability. I will eat, sleep, and breathe training this next week, and I will only concentrate and set my eyes on achieving one goal: winning this battle. Until next time, fellows...

With that, Marlowe slowly bows his head towards the canvas. The camera slowly falls away from Marlowe, and as it does so, the scene fades away into the blackness in which it came.