𝒞𝒜𝐿𝐿𝒰𝑀 𝒩𝐸𝒲𝑀𝒜𝒩 // 𝟤𝟥 // 𝒰𝒩𝐼𝒯𝐸𝒟 𝐸𝑀𝒫𝐼𝑅𝐸
he’s spent most of his life being told what comes next. the frustrating part is, he was good at all of it. naturally. effortlessly. just never cared enough to make it mean anything. wrestling was supposed to be the same. it was something he’d walk away from eventually, until someone got in his ear and told him to stay.
his mentor will ospreay didn’t just convince him. he shaped him and gave him direction. now callum’s the one standing where he used to, carrying a role people are quick to compare. in trying so hard not to be him, he’s started to mirror him more than he’d ever admit… and he hates it. hates him for it, too.
he’s over being the good kid. tired of being pushed, overlooked, expected to fall in line. the version of him that let people walk all over him is gone, replaced with something colder and a little reckless. loyal to njpw in a way that’s almost stubborn, and not-so-quietly resentful of anyone who’s walked away from it. while others leave, callum stays. top gaijin isn’t a dream. it’s inevitable.
there’s still something softer buried in there somewhere. it slips out around the right people, but those moments are rare now. most people don’t get close enough to see it. for now, that’s exactly how he prefers it.
{ this portrayal is kayfabe-inspired, with added headcanons }
