AS 108 - Abel Hunnicutt & Constantine versus Noah Ryder & Logan McAllister
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THE FOLLOWING ANNOUNCEMENT IS IN SUPPORT OF CONSTANTINE – HUNNICUTT 2016. MADE POSSIBLE BY GENEROUS FUNDING FROM VIS IMPERIUM
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From a black screen, the shining light of a beautiful American sunrise becomes clear. The transcendent golden rays rise above a pasture of green grass, sending light as far as it can reach and illuminating everything in it's path. After a moment. The scene shifts to a red barn, surrounded by hay bails and farm animals. In the foreground, an unnamed farmer walks into view, gathering up the hay and hoisting it onto this shoulder. Once more, the scene shifts again to reveal a young girl in the middle of a busy classroom. As the music continues, she raises her hand to answer a silent question fro a teacher out of shot; a wide smile on her face. Once more, the camera shifts to an American soldier gearing up at the back of a brown vehicle in some sandy country. He pulls a picture of his family from under his hat and stares at it for a moment. Putting the picture back into his hat, he allows a look of stoic determination cross his features. One final time, the camera shifts to a Constantine outside of his beautiful home. With his head bowed and his hands crossed into each other, Constantine allows himself a moment of silent reflection as the music comes to an end.
Constantine: My fellow Americans...
After a moment, Constantine raises his head and opens his eyes. The sun above him is blinding but Constantine allows a content look to creep across his smug face.
Constantine: I am John Constantine. But you already knew that...
The new member of Vis Imperium now sports a smile of ultimate sleaze; his ego clearly getting the better of him as he raises both of his arms out to his side in a display of what he has accomlished in life.
Constantine: The reason you know who I am is because I have delivered everything that I ever set out to accomplish. I wanted to make an impact in the world of politics and I did that. I wanted to make an impact in the world of professional wrestling and I have delivered that, too. I wanted to be World Heavyweight Champion and, you've guessed it, I achieved that also.
The Power Trip pivots his body and slowly draws his hand across the sight of his manor behind him. Turning back to the camera, a sly smile continues to form in the corner of his mouth.
Constantine: Everything that you see here, everything that I have built; I have built through hard work and determination to succeed. The same will and drive that once made this country the greatest country on Earth. The same country that delivered on it's promises on a world scale.
Constantine lets out a small sigh as his head dips to his chest; a look of depression and despair now crossing his features. Shaking his head slightly in disappointment, the former World Champion continues.
Constantine: But this country no longer delivers on it's promises and, what's more, it has become a country of people who believe that everything Is going to be delivered to them on a silver platter. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I am hear to tell you something that you don't want to hear...
The Power Trip considers his words for a moment as he awkwardly looks away from the camera. Licking his lips. Constantine turns back towards the camera with a glint of passion in his eyes.
Constantine: There is a blight in this country and that blight is known as hope. Hope is the worst thing that could ever worm it's way into your school of thought. Hope that tomorrow is going to be a better day just because. Hope that something is going to change just because you want it to. Hope that you're going to live the American Dream simply because you're American.
Constantine lets out a laugh of disbelief.
Constantine: Ridiculous!
Now seemingly enraged, Constantine shakes his head vigorously.
Constantine: They say that the best things in life come for free but that's not the case. The great people of this country have been brain washed into accepting just whatever is served up to them. Teased by the upper-crust of society and the thought that your life might change from rags to riches overnight. The delusion of hope thrives on the stupidity of that notion and the inactivity of the people. Continue to hope for a better day without working for it and that day will never come.
The Power Trip stops suddenly as the typical fire of his words is unexpectedly extinguished.
Constantine: Yes, indeed, hope has no place in the society which I will create. Hope has no place in the world of WZCW; that's for sure.
Constantine balls up his fist and begins shaking it on the end of his outstretched arm; his head shaking in fury.
Constantine: You all hoped that the alliance of Austin Reynolds, Steven Holmes and Abel Hunnicutt was going to be snuffed out by John Constantine, Theron Daggershield and Justin Cooper. You all hoped that John Constantine was going to make the play of the year and show the brutes that their behaviour was not going to be tolerated. But your hope was smashed into pieces, much in the same way as I smashed Justin Cooper into nothing. Hope, you see, was not enough. And it will never be enough...
The member of Vis Imperium stops for a moment to collect himself; his look of fury now subsiding and being replaced by a look of happiness. Behind him, the door to his manor swings open to reveal the imposing figure of Abel Hunnicutt standing in the doorway. Constantine gives Abel a wave towards him as the hulking figure walks begins making his way towards The Power Trip.
Constantine: And right now, you are probably hoping that all of this is a bad dream; that you're sure to wake up soon and be saved from the march of real progression in WZCW. You're no doubt hoping that the team of Noah Ryder and Logan McAllister will be able to stand up for you and what think is right. But those men have no idea who they are trifling with.
Abel finally makes his way down the stone path flanked by luscious green grass and beautiful carved stone statues; coming to a stop beside The Power Trip and standing tall above him.
Constantine: Vis Imperium, people of America, stands for something more than wins and losses. The need for change in WZCW is great and the company is in dire straits. Vis Imperium, the Empire of Force, does not wait in hope that someone will change the fortunes and will set everything right. Instead, we sound our rallying cry and march towards the core of this company and the false hope that lies therein. We barrel through those who oppose us and will show no signs of mercy.
Constantine allows his smile to widen somewhat, looking at Abel.
Constantine: With a running mate of Abel Hunnicutt, and backed by Steven Holmes and Austin Reynolds, only then will hope truly be extinguished and what is real will remain. A company under the rule of Vis Imperium.
THE FOLLOWING ANNOUNCEMENT IS IN SUPPORT OF CONSTANTINE – HUNNICUTT 2016. MADE POSSIBLE BY GENEROUS FUNDING FROM VIS IMPERIUM
In the lounge of Constantine's manor, the stable of Vis Imperium sit on lavish leather chairs, save for Steven Holmes who stands by the fire; his arms crossed and a ponderous look upon his features. On the TV screen, the final voice over finishes and the DVD comes to a stop. The dashing pictures and message of Vis Imperium's first rallying cry hangs in the air as Constantine gets off of his chair and switches off the screen.
Constantine: Well, that's it then, chums. What do you think?
FunKay the Inevitable
People Like Me, We Don't Play
Having trotted out his latest in political masterworks, John Constantine stands, chest puffed out, hands on hips, a massive grin etched across his craw. He waits, expectantly as Steven Holmes and Abel Hunnicutt sit, absorbing the propaganda The Powertrip has just dished out. The two men sit across a large, well furnished roundtable, designed specifically for corporate meetings where stratagems and schemes are no doubt hatched. This is no different, though somewhat less orthodox.
Holmes brow is furrowed, searching for the right words, leaning forwards, out of the chair and putting his weight on his cane positioned in front. Abel is relaxed reclining back, his boots on the table, stroking his beard, his mouth open, rising to one side into a smirk. The leviathan opens his mouth first:
Abel: Well ah, pers-o-nally, liked it.
Constantine: I thought you would Abel. You were excellent by the way. What say you Steven?
Still he ponders his words carefully, trying to formulate his emotions and channel his feelings. He wishes to turn the cognitive into the coherent. He raises a finger and opens his mouth, but no words come out. He pauses again, but shakes his head.
Constantine: You dont like it?
A confused look now spread across The Elites face. He makes all sorts of awkward contortions with his facial features, exaggerating his jaw, scratching his forehead before finally he speaks:
Holmes: Its very on the nose.
Constantine: Thats what the people want. No point in meandering around and tip toeing your way around it. Let them know that the game is afoot and were here for blood and glory.
Holmes: Yes, but its very--
Abel: He thinks its fo white trash.
Both the better educated and experienced men sharply turn their gaze to the relaxed and reclining Hunnicutt, his arms now stretched behind the back of his head, pleased with himself.
Holmes: Well, yes. I mean Toby Keith, really? John, youre a man of class and taste, were using Verdi as our collective entrance for goodness sake and you want to you use such redneck, low rent tactics to gain what, support? Were not in this for momentum from such a putrid populace, were here to let them know that the next stage in Darwins theory is upon us and only to strong will survive.
As Constantine lifts his finger and opens his mouth, poised to retort, again the scarred and scraggily giant interrupts proceedings.
Abel: Ah think Con-stan-tine gits it. Were an oncomin death soun, a plague across the lan, all that. Were, what is it, Ves Empirium?
Constantine: Vis Imperium.
Abel: Yeah, that. Were an Empire o Force. But an empire need soliders, folks beneath em, yknow? An in Con-stan-tines est-i-mation, we don have that yet. Sure, we got Austin, but hes like, like special ops man. He comes in, does a tidy job an moves onwards. Real subtle, like. But we need grunts, folks willing to be expen-da-ble in a cause. An thats who this appeal to, that common man who aint enchan-ted no more, whos waitin fo someone, anyone, to recognise, ya hear?
Constantine: Precisely.
Holmes: But these people will be gobbled up and spat out and all they will do is delay the inevitable. Our enemies will bang at the gate with their corpses only to enter our realm and suffer be crushed. No amount of fresh, idiotic bodies lying down for our cause will halt that. Were supposed to be the crème-de-la-crème, the best there is and we leave that ring every night and make sure everyone knows that.
Abel leaves the bodies stacked high, John and I calculate and plot, and yes, as Abel says, Austin is our insurance our ace in the hole, the covert worker in our operation, making sure any obstacles in our way are tidied up without question. Thats why he faces Justin Cooper this week, to soften him up nicely ahead of our coronation at Unscripted.
Constantine: You still dont understand, do you Steven? The game has changed; we cannot go marching in pig headed as a group of elitist snobs who care for no one but ourselves. We cannot be as self-serving as that. We must look at the bigger picture, something you implored me to do. And when I did look at it, I saw things very clearly.
Yes this core group of the three of us and even the ever lovable Mr. Reynolds, will form a crashing wave on the shore of WZCW, changing the landscape and ruling all, of that there is no question, but we need additional momentum, we need to leave our mark beyond that squared circle. We need a long-term stratagem as not only a unit, but as a brand.
The realm of social media is exploding and ripe for exploitation. The unwashed masses as youd likely label them may be moronic, and chronically so, but they can be persuaded into buying into our ethos, our methodology. They will lack the finer things and they will miss the subtler points, yes, but they will provide an excellent foundation to support us as we ascend beyond all and take our place at the height of this company.
Think of it like this. While we sit above even the clouds above, they will be thankful that we mercifully allowed them to survive the flood. A great dictator does not have his people hate him. He makes them love him. That is the only way to secure his long term future. The moment they turn, his rule is not in jeopardy, it is doomed.
Great tension fills the air. Abel Hunnicutt and John Constantine both stare at Holmes, hoping he understands that which is happening; his core idea is sound, but it needs updating and reformatting and these are the men who will do it. It is yet another moment of realisation that Holmes must let go of his past discretions and take a front seat in negotiating yes, but a back seat in the fulfilment of these plans. Slowly he nods in agreement.
Abel: We gonna ride in with a horde, spread our message an gain support. Raise an army an spread fear across the lan. Make the message clear as crys-tal. At Ascension we make examples of Lo-gan Mac-Allister, a man who aint ever gonna live up to any hopes an dreams he sets imself o his family, we gon put im up there on a mantle, an example fo all to follow; fall in line or be left in yer own mess.
Constantine: And Ryder too. Both these men fall perfectly under the banner Steven; men who have so much potential, but struggle to realise it, struggle to achieve it and crumble under the weight of expectation. What has Logan done since that victory over Slaughter? What has Ryder done since he became King for a Day? Neither has achieved what they sought to do upon these, admittedly impressive, achievements.
Abel: They cant evolve, so they die. Simple as.
Now Holmes nod is full on, impassioned, blood pumping through him, his concept and use of Darwins theory combined with this new socially forward stance from Constantine has him excited, frothing from the mouth, ready to cry out, and so he does.
Holmes: Yes, and when Justin Cooper decides to ride into Unscripted with that oh so stubborn mentality of his, wounded, body weak, but spirit stupidly willing, we shall show him too. He well recognise us, he will stand to attention and accept his place below us, but safe from our wrath, or he will crumble under us, as we gleefully dissect his corpse and take his moniker, his broken self quivering in the harsh winds of change, noting us as the Empire of Force. As Vis Imperium.
The three men sit, satisfied, ready, willing to go and spread not only their message, but their sickness, their virus, their methodology and their war.
Holmes brow is furrowed, searching for the right words, leaning forwards, out of the chair and putting his weight on his cane positioned in front. Abel is relaxed reclining back, his boots on the table, stroking his beard, his mouth open, rising to one side into a smirk. The leviathan opens his mouth first:
Abel: Well ah, pers-o-nally, liked it.
Constantine: I thought you would Abel. You were excellent by the way. What say you Steven?
Still he ponders his words carefully, trying to formulate his emotions and channel his feelings. He wishes to turn the cognitive into the coherent. He raises a finger and opens his mouth, but no words come out. He pauses again, but shakes his head.
Constantine: You dont like it?
A confused look now spread across The Elites face. He makes all sorts of awkward contortions with his facial features, exaggerating his jaw, scratching his forehead before finally he speaks:
Holmes: Its very on the nose.
Constantine: Thats what the people want. No point in meandering around and tip toeing your way around it. Let them know that the game is afoot and were here for blood and glory.
Holmes: Yes, but its very--
Abel: He thinks its fo white trash.
Both the better educated and experienced men sharply turn their gaze to the relaxed and reclining Hunnicutt, his arms now stretched behind the back of his head, pleased with himself.
Holmes: Well, yes. I mean Toby Keith, really? John, youre a man of class and taste, were using Verdi as our collective entrance for goodness sake and you want to you use such redneck, low rent tactics to gain what, support? Were not in this for momentum from such a putrid populace, were here to let them know that the next stage in Darwins theory is upon us and only to strong will survive.
As Constantine lifts his finger and opens his mouth, poised to retort, again the scarred and scraggily giant interrupts proceedings.
Abel: Ah think Con-stan-tine gits it. Were an oncomin death soun, a plague across the lan, all that. Were, what is it, Ves Empirium?
Constantine: Vis Imperium.
Abel: Yeah, that. Were an Empire o Force. But an empire need soliders, folks beneath em, yknow? An in Con-stan-tines est-i-mation, we don have that yet. Sure, we got Austin, but hes like, like special ops man. He comes in, does a tidy job an moves onwards. Real subtle, like. But we need grunts, folks willing to be expen-da-ble in a cause. An thats who this appeal to, that common man who aint enchan-ted no more, whos waitin fo someone, anyone, to recognise, ya hear?
Constantine: Precisely.
Holmes: But these people will be gobbled up and spat out and all they will do is delay the inevitable. Our enemies will bang at the gate with their corpses only to enter our realm and suffer be crushed. No amount of fresh, idiotic bodies lying down for our cause will halt that. Were supposed to be the crème-de-la-crème, the best there is and we leave that ring every night and make sure everyone knows that.
Abel leaves the bodies stacked high, John and I calculate and plot, and yes, as Abel says, Austin is our insurance our ace in the hole, the covert worker in our operation, making sure any obstacles in our way are tidied up without question. Thats why he faces Justin Cooper this week, to soften him up nicely ahead of our coronation at Unscripted.
Constantine: You still dont understand, do you Steven? The game has changed; we cannot go marching in pig headed as a group of elitist snobs who care for no one but ourselves. We cannot be as self-serving as that. We must look at the bigger picture, something you implored me to do. And when I did look at it, I saw things very clearly.
Yes this core group of the three of us and even the ever lovable Mr. Reynolds, will form a crashing wave on the shore of WZCW, changing the landscape and ruling all, of that there is no question, but we need additional momentum, we need to leave our mark beyond that squared circle. We need a long-term stratagem as not only a unit, but as a brand.
The realm of social media is exploding and ripe for exploitation. The unwashed masses as youd likely label them may be moronic, and chronically so, but they can be persuaded into buying into our ethos, our methodology. They will lack the finer things and they will miss the subtler points, yes, but they will provide an excellent foundation to support us as we ascend beyond all and take our place at the height of this company.
Think of it like this. While we sit above even the clouds above, they will be thankful that we mercifully allowed them to survive the flood. A great dictator does not have his people hate him. He makes them love him. That is the only way to secure his long term future. The moment they turn, his rule is not in jeopardy, it is doomed.
Great tension fills the air. Abel Hunnicutt and John Constantine both stare at Holmes, hoping he understands that which is happening; his core idea is sound, but it needs updating and reformatting and these are the men who will do it. It is yet another moment of realisation that Holmes must let go of his past discretions and take a front seat in negotiating yes, but a back seat in the fulfilment of these plans. Slowly he nods in agreement.
Abel: We gonna ride in with a horde, spread our message an gain support. Raise an army an spread fear across the lan. Make the message clear as crys-tal. At Ascension we make examples of Lo-gan Mac-Allister, a man who aint ever gonna live up to any hopes an dreams he sets imself o his family, we gon put im up there on a mantle, an example fo all to follow; fall in line or be left in yer own mess.
Constantine: And Ryder too. Both these men fall perfectly under the banner Steven; men who have so much potential, but struggle to realise it, struggle to achieve it and crumble under the weight of expectation. What has Logan done since that victory over Slaughter? What has Ryder done since he became King for a Day? Neither has achieved what they sought to do upon these, admittedly impressive, achievements.
Abel: They cant evolve, so they die. Simple as.
Now Holmes nod is full on, impassioned, blood pumping through him, his concept and use of Darwins theory combined with this new socially forward stance from Constantine has him excited, frothing from the mouth, ready to cry out, and so he does.
Holmes: Yes, and when Justin Cooper decides to ride into Unscripted with that oh so stubborn mentality of his, wounded, body weak, but spirit stupidly willing, we shall show him too. He well recognise us, he will stand to attention and accept his place below us, but safe from our wrath, or he will crumble under us, as we gleefully dissect his corpse and take his moniker, his broken self quivering in the harsh winds of change, noting us as the Empire of Force. As Vis Imperium.
The three men sit, satisfied, ready, willing to go and spread not only their message, but their sickness, their virus, their methodology and their war.
A knock at the door is heard inside Noah Ryders apartment. Steven walks up to the door and opens it. Standing on the other side is Logan McAllister. Steven gives Logan a quick look up and down.
Steven: Youre not the normal Bostonian who delivers our pizzas.
Logan: I aint here to deliva no gawd damn pizzas.
Well then who the hell are you?
Logan takes a small step forward, filling the door frame.
My name is Logan McAllister. Im a mutha fuckin ass kicker, and Im here to see Noah Ryder. So you could eiter step aside an let me do my business, or find out how pissa wicked of an ass kicker I am. How bout that?
Come on in
Thanks, Im stahvin.
Steven steps aside and Logan barges into the apartment. He paces around the kitchen and sees an apple on the counter, swiping it quickly and taking a huge bite out of it. He chews quickly and loudly and then takes another huge bite.
Can I get you something to drink, perhaps a litre of water?
Before Logan can respond, Noah emerges from the bathroom and sees the two men standing in the kitchen.
Ryder: Hi, Im Noah Ryder.
Noah extends his hand out, Logan takes another bite of apple and chucks it behind him into Stevens fumbling hands before shaking Noahs hand.
Im Logan McAllistah. And youre the fella I hear about with the eyein boot. In two weeks time, you and me are gonna be teaming up against the Vis Imperium. I wanna make sure yur head is on straight for this one.
With a confused look on his face, Noah looks past Logan towards Steven.
Steven whats he talking about in two weeks? I thought my debut match was tonight. They already got me booked in tag match weeks from now?
He didnt mean two weeks, he meant two days. Your debuts not for another two days. Youre so excited about it you keep thinking your debut is today .. everyday.
Wut the hell you telling him our match is in two days? I know when our match is. Why you lying to him like that?
Its much easier to explain to someone, who wakes up every morning thinking the same thing, that hes debuting in a day or two, not a week or two.
Well I aint got time for this run around shit.
Excuse me, sir, since you seem to know more about whats going on than I do, why dont you tell me who or what Vis Imperium is.
Logan turns back to face Noah, cracking his knuckles as he talks.
Theyre the baddest of the bad. At least thats wut everyones saying bout them. They are a stable, and the two were facing is Abel Hunnicutt and Constantine.
I have no idea who this Abel is, but I do know Constantine. Hes King For A Day and theres a good chance hell one day be WZCW Champion.
You shitting me right now? Man dont talk just listen, and try an absorb wut it is Im telling ya. Now rounding out this stable is Steven Holmes and Austin Reynolds.
Shit they pulled Reynolds out of retirement to manage them. I bet he handles Abel like he did Runn.
I dont know what yur talking bout, but I like that you know who Im talking bout. I have an ideear, Im gonna come back here every day until our match and we gonna go over shit. We are going to prepare for this. All right.
Sounds good. I wont forget it.
Wicked. Im out of here, my kids waiting in the cah. Gonna go get some suppa and then go out for some jimmies. Theres a gym 2 blocks down the road, meet me there tomorrow.
Logan turns around to leave and Steven is standing by the door.
Ive been living with him for years. I know what he can and cant do. Do you really think hes going to remember you?
Of course.
You want to bet on it.
Fotty bucks. Itll be easy. Now out of my way Scootch.
Logan heads out of the apartment.
A day later the phone rings and Noah Ryder answers it.
Hello.
Noah, its Logan. Where the hell are you? Are trying to be a duff?
Who is this?
Logan.
Who?
Logan McAllister.
I think you got the wrong number.
Rubbish. Im gonna come over an pick you up myself tomorrow.
Noah pauses and doesnt say anything.
Noah? Ansa me. You bedda ansa me or Im gonna take your ahm and turn it into the culla blue. And then
Noah hangs up the phone.
He talks kind of funny.
Two days later a loud banging sound is coming from the door. Noah opens the door and Logan walks in.
Its bout time you answered the door. Noah, do you have some paypah or a nackin? I spilled some gravy on myself during lunch.
Looks like spaghetti sauce.
Exactly. I had spaghetti for lunch.
Im sorry, who are you again?
Christ Noah, do I really have to do this every time I come over. My names Logan McAllister, Im your partner for our match against Constantine and Hunnicutt.
Who?
Now thats the attitude I like. Come on, we gonna go do something I nevah thought Id do again. We gonna go to a liberry and do some research.
You dont seem like the studying type.
And you dont seem like the crazy type, but to each our own. Lets go guvannuh.
Noah grabs his briefcase and heads out the door behind Logan.
Its pronounced Noah Ryder.
A few days later Noah is sitting in a car by himself. Logan walks out of a restaurant with bag in hand and enters the car through the driver side door.
There you go, best chowda in the lower east side. Noah, hey Noah.
Noah doesnt respond as he is passed out. Logan shoves him until he wakes up.
Wha, what. Who are you? Where the hell am I?
Mutha of gawd. You have got to be kidding me. Everyday with this. Where is the nearest bah around here. Im gonna need a drink.
No thank you, please. Who are you?
Noah, you ever feel like youre in a losing battle?
Well I did lose my last match in ANT. Theres nothing I can do about that except move forward.
Ha! Foewid. Thats a good one for ya. But, not for me. I finally got my first singles win in WZCW, but everything else has just been a loss. Its wearing down on me. And now you and I are teaming up against Constantine and Abel Hunnicutt. Those guys are tough as they come. How we going to beat them?
Eyein will.
What you say?
Iron will. Im sorry dont know why I said it like that. Tired I guess. So youre my partner. You seem like a tough guy, and Im a pretty tough guy too. We can take them.
I think we can.
Logan passes Noah his chowder and the two head down the road to the nearest gym.
Steven: Youre not the normal Bostonian who delivers our pizzas.
Logan: I aint here to deliva no gawd damn pizzas.
Well then who the hell are you?
Logan takes a small step forward, filling the door frame.
My name is Logan McAllister. Im a mutha fuckin ass kicker, and Im here to see Noah Ryder. So you could eiter step aside an let me do my business, or find out how pissa wicked of an ass kicker I am. How bout that?
Come on in
Thanks, Im stahvin.
Steven steps aside and Logan barges into the apartment. He paces around the kitchen and sees an apple on the counter, swiping it quickly and taking a huge bite out of it. He chews quickly and loudly and then takes another huge bite.
Can I get you something to drink, perhaps a litre of water?
Before Logan can respond, Noah emerges from the bathroom and sees the two men standing in the kitchen.
Ryder: Hi, Im Noah Ryder.
Noah extends his hand out, Logan takes another bite of apple and chucks it behind him into Stevens fumbling hands before shaking Noahs hand.
Im Logan McAllistah. And youre the fella I hear about with the eyein boot. In two weeks time, you and me are gonna be teaming up against the Vis Imperium. I wanna make sure yur head is on straight for this one.
With a confused look on his face, Noah looks past Logan towards Steven.
Steven whats he talking about in two weeks? I thought my debut match was tonight. They already got me booked in tag match weeks from now?
He didnt mean two weeks, he meant two days. Your debuts not for another two days. Youre so excited about it you keep thinking your debut is today .. everyday.
Wut the hell you telling him our match is in two days? I know when our match is. Why you lying to him like that?
Its much easier to explain to someone, who wakes up every morning thinking the same thing, that hes debuting in a day or two, not a week or two.
Well I aint got time for this run around shit.
Excuse me, sir, since you seem to know more about whats going on than I do, why dont you tell me who or what Vis Imperium is.
Logan turns back to face Noah, cracking his knuckles as he talks.
Theyre the baddest of the bad. At least thats wut everyones saying bout them. They are a stable, and the two were facing is Abel Hunnicutt and Constantine.
I have no idea who this Abel is, but I do know Constantine. Hes King For A Day and theres a good chance hell one day be WZCW Champion.
You shitting me right now? Man dont talk just listen, and try an absorb wut it is Im telling ya. Now rounding out this stable is Steven Holmes and Austin Reynolds.
Shit they pulled Reynolds out of retirement to manage them. I bet he handles Abel like he did Runn.
I dont know what yur talking bout, but I like that you know who Im talking bout. I have an ideear, Im gonna come back here every day until our match and we gonna go over shit. We are going to prepare for this. All right.
Sounds good. I wont forget it.
Wicked. Im out of here, my kids waiting in the cah. Gonna go get some suppa and then go out for some jimmies. Theres a gym 2 blocks down the road, meet me there tomorrow.
Logan turns around to leave and Steven is standing by the door.
Ive been living with him for years. I know what he can and cant do. Do you really think hes going to remember you?
Of course.
You want to bet on it.
Fotty bucks. Itll be easy. Now out of my way Scootch.
Logan heads out of the apartment.
A day later the phone rings and Noah Ryder answers it.
Hello.
Noah, its Logan. Where the hell are you? Are trying to be a duff?
Who is this?
Logan.
Who?
Logan McAllister.
I think you got the wrong number.
Rubbish. Im gonna come over an pick you up myself tomorrow.
Noah pauses and doesnt say anything.
Noah? Ansa me. You bedda ansa me or Im gonna take your ahm and turn it into the culla blue. And then
Noah hangs up the phone.
He talks kind of funny.
Two days later a loud banging sound is coming from the door. Noah opens the door and Logan walks in.
Its bout time you answered the door. Noah, do you have some paypah or a nackin? I spilled some gravy on myself during lunch.
Looks like spaghetti sauce.
Exactly. I had spaghetti for lunch.
Im sorry, who are you again?
Christ Noah, do I really have to do this every time I come over. My names Logan McAllister, Im your partner for our match against Constantine and Hunnicutt.
Who?
Now thats the attitude I like. Come on, we gonna go do something I nevah thought Id do again. We gonna go to a liberry and do some research.
You dont seem like the studying type.
And you dont seem like the crazy type, but to each our own. Lets go guvannuh.
Noah grabs his briefcase and heads out the door behind Logan.
Its pronounced Noah Ryder.
A few days later Noah is sitting in a car by himself. Logan walks out of a restaurant with bag in hand and enters the car through the driver side door.
There you go, best chowda in the lower east side. Noah, hey Noah.
Noah doesnt respond as he is passed out. Logan shoves him until he wakes up.
Wha, what. Who are you? Where the hell am I?
Mutha of gawd. You have got to be kidding me. Everyday with this. Where is the nearest bah around here. Im gonna need a drink.
No thank you, please. Who are you?
Noah, you ever feel like youre in a losing battle?
Well I did lose my last match in ANT. Theres nothing I can do about that except move forward.
Ha! Foewid. Thats a good one for ya. But, not for me. I finally got my first singles win in WZCW, but everything else has just been a loss. Its wearing down on me. And now you and I are teaming up against Constantine and Abel Hunnicutt. Those guys are tough as they come. How we going to beat them?
Eyein will.
What you say?
Iron will. Im sorry dont know why I said it like that. Tired I guess. So youre my partner. You seem like a tough guy, and Im a pretty tough guy too. We can take them.
I think we can.
Logan passes Noah his chowder and the two head down the road to the nearest gym.
Two Days Until Ascension
Logan McAllister was heading out the door, his fiance Brittany and son Hayden still fast asleep. He quietly shut the door and locked it, taking a deep breath as heads off to another meeting with Noah Ryder. Every single day, it's been the same thing with Noah. No matter what Logan did, Noah would always forget him. Today he hoped would be different.
Logan climbs into his car and drives off to a gym where Noah is waiting for him. Logan already called ahead, and left a note from the previous day. Hopeful today they'll finally make progress. Logan arrives at the gym and is wearing Boston Rec Sox coloured gym pants and tanktop, even the sweatband. Logan walks into the gym and spots Noah alone. He walks up behind and Noah is initially guarded of him.
They head over to a yoga class they are taking together. After some initial easy stretches, things begin to get more difficult. Logan begins to struggle with the position of one. Slender Noah is having no trouble, he stops what he is doing to help Logan. The class continues with some balancing positions, everyone is falling. Noah leans down low, his foot slipping off the mat. He falls to the floor, but Logan turns back and catches him.
The two share a laugh, the first of its kind. They head over to the medicine balls and start tossing them back forth to each other.
Logan: Yo Noah, we got to get out game plan for our match ready.
Noah: Ive read what you left me, so my knowledge and opinion is limited.
Logan: Ill take anything right now.
Noah: They got a lot of strengths. There is a lot in play here. I think I got an idea that just might out us over the top here.
Logan: Noah, you sonofagun.
Logan throws the medicine ball hard back, knocking Noah right in the head. Noah stumbles back holding his head, Logan runs over.
Logan: Noah! Wassup man? You alright?
Noah looks at the large man, confusion spreading across his face.
Noah: Who are you?
Logan: Dont joke with me, whats the game plan for our match?
Noah: Match? Who am I facing?
Logan: Fuckin Christ. You've got to be kidding me right?
Again Noah looks at Logan with confusion. Logan takes a breath before pushing inside the room and taking a seat in a nearby chair.
Logan: Come on man. You HAVE to remembah something! For the past week we've spent everyday togethah. Shit I've spent more time with you than my own son and fiancée.
Noah looks on, not knowing what to say, but waiting to listen more.
Logan: I'm Logan McAllistah, and at Ascension it's me and you versus the new faction, Vis Imperium.
Noah: Okay, now how do we get here?
Logan sighs loudly.
Logan: Noah, you need to focus here man. This is a big match, and its a bit personal as well. That beast Abel took me out before my match versus Austin Reynolds. Those two, plus Constantine and managed by Steven Holmes are Vis Imperium.
Noah: Jesus, and they put me in my first match against there guys. You must be pretty good.
Logan: Noah, stop. I cant take this shit. It's not your debut. You've had quite a bit of success here, wins over numerous credible names. Hell man, you're the current king for a day!!
Noah: Logan I dont know what type of medication you are currently on, but I pray you get well. Id love to do a lot of those things, but Im not the man that you speak of. I did have some success in my old company ANT.
Logan: Whatevah man. Look you've been successful, and me Ive had some ups and a whole lotta nuthing. I need you at Ascension. I need your head in the game. We have no chance otherwise.
Logan stands up, stretching as he yawns.
Noah: Logan, I dont know know you, but you sound passionate about what you want to do. I won't let you down. We may be underdogs, but we'll show Vis Imperium that they can't run roughshod over us.
Logan looks at Noah before letting out a smile, hoping his partner finally understands.
Noah: Now, could you tell me how I can get home from here?
Ascension 108
Logan was walking towards the room where his WZCW interview was scheduled to take place. Brittany stayed behind since Hayden wasn't feeling well, so it was just Logan today as he entered the room and saw Stacey Madison waiting.
Stacey: Finally. Have a seat so we can begin please.
Logan: Not excited to see me? Thought you'd at least be glad Brittany wasn't here, considering your history bickering with each other.
Stacey: Anyways Logan, are you ready?
Logan nods and takes a seat.
Stacey: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here with Logan McAllister to get a few words on his upcoming battle versus WZCW's new power group, Vis Imperium. Logan, thanks for joining us.
Logan: My pleasure Stacey, if the fans wanna hear Logan, fun that's what they'll hear!!
Stacey: Moving on, what are your thoughts on being paired with Noah Ryder, and having to face Abel Hunnicut and John Constantine?
Logan: Not gonna lie Stacey, it's frustrating at times. Noah never remembers anything and nothing I've done has changed that. So it kinda sucks. It's like I'm going out there in a handicap match.
Stacey: Sounds all doom and gloom. Are you then resigned to the fact you'll likely lose this match?
Logan shakes his head immediately, sitting up and Leaning forward.
Logan: Really? I nevah said I'd lose, just said that I'm in a tough spot. Abel and Constantine are no joke. It's gonna be a war out there, theres a good chance I might not survive, but I got a lot of people out there who want to see me do good.
Stacey, when I look out into the crowds, all I see Is Hayden, my son, and every other kid that has wanted to see their dad do something great. When Im out there, Im fightin for my son, Im fighting for all of them. So you see, whether Noah is out there and remembers or not, it doesnt mattah. I'm gonna give the people what they want. I'm probably gonna get my ass kicked, and pretty badly at that, but I promise you Vis Imperium will leave with scars of their own from battle with Logan McAllistah.
Stacey let's Logan's words sink in as he sits back and takes a drink from a nearby Coke.
Stacey: Sounds like you're ready. Any last words for Vis Imperium or any fans watching?
Logan: Velle est Posse(Where there's a will , there's a way)
Stacey looks at Logan, surprised that Latin was his choice of last words.
Logan: What's wrong Stacey? Didn't think Logan was smaht?
Before she can reply, Noah Ryder walks up and places a hand on Logans shoulder.
Noah: Logan. Tonight, we gonna kick some ass.
Noah heads off and Stacey and Logan both stare at Noah with shock until Logan begins to smile .
Logan: Seems like I just might win that footy bucks.
Logan McAllister was heading out the door, his fiance Brittany and son Hayden still fast asleep. He quietly shut the door and locked it, taking a deep breath as heads off to another meeting with Noah Ryder. Every single day, it's been the same thing with Noah. No matter what Logan did, Noah would always forget him. Today he hoped would be different.
Logan climbs into his car and drives off to a gym where Noah is waiting for him. Logan already called ahead, and left a note from the previous day. Hopeful today they'll finally make progress. Logan arrives at the gym and is wearing Boston Rec Sox coloured gym pants and tanktop, even the sweatband. Logan walks into the gym and spots Noah alone. He walks up behind and Noah is initially guarded of him.
They head over to a yoga class they are taking together. After some initial easy stretches, things begin to get more difficult. Logan begins to struggle with the position of one. Slender Noah is having no trouble, he stops what he is doing to help Logan. The class continues with some balancing positions, everyone is falling. Noah leans down low, his foot slipping off the mat. He falls to the floor, but Logan turns back and catches him.
The two share a laugh, the first of its kind. They head over to the medicine balls and start tossing them back forth to each other.
Logan: Yo Noah, we got to get out game plan for our match ready.
Noah: Ive read what you left me, so my knowledge and opinion is limited.
Logan: Ill take anything right now.
Noah: They got a lot of strengths. There is a lot in play here. I think I got an idea that just might out us over the top here.
Logan: Noah, you sonofagun.
Logan throws the medicine ball hard back, knocking Noah right in the head. Noah stumbles back holding his head, Logan runs over.
Logan: Noah! Wassup man? You alright?
Noah looks at the large man, confusion spreading across his face.
Noah: Who are you?
Logan: Dont joke with me, whats the game plan for our match?
Noah: Match? Who am I facing?
Logan: Fuckin Christ. You've got to be kidding me right?
Again Noah looks at Logan with confusion. Logan takes a breath before pushing inside the room and taking a seat in a nearby chair.
Logan: Come on man. You HAVE to remembah something! For the past week we've spent everyday togethah. Shit I've spent more time with you than my own son and fiancée.
Noah looks on, not knowing what to say, but waiting to listen more.
Logan: I'm Logan McAllistah, and at Ascension it's me and you versus the new faction, Vis Imperium.
Noah: Okay, now how do we get here?
Logan sighs loudly.
Logan: Noah, you need to focus here man. This is a big match, and its a bit personal as well. That beast Abel took me out before my match versus Austin Reynolds. Those two, plus Constantine and managed by Steven Holmes are Vis Imperium.
Noah: Jesus, and they put me in my first match against there guys. You must be pretty good.
Logan: Noah, stop. I cant take this shit. It's not your debut. You've had quite a bit of success here, wins over numerous credible names. Hell man, you're the current king for a day!!
Noah: Logan I dont know what type of medication you are currently on, but I pray you get well. Id love to do a lot of those things, but Im not the man that you speak of. I did have some success in my old company ANT.
Logan: Whatevah man. Look you've been successful, and me Ive had some ups and a whole lotta nuthing. I need you at Ascension. I need your head in the game. We have no chance otherwise.
Logan stands up, stretching as he yawns.
Noah: Logan, I dont know know you, but you sound passionate about what you want to do. I won't let you down. We may be underdogs, but we'll show Vis Imperium that they can't run roughshod over us.
Logan looks at Noah before letting out a smile, hoping his partner finally understands.
Noah: Now, could you tell me how I can get home from here?
Ascension 108
Logan was walking towards the room where his WZCW interview was scheduled to take place. Brittany stayed behind since Hayden wasn't feeling well, so it was just Logan today as he entered the room and saw Stacey Madison waiting.
Stacey: Finally. Have a seat so we can begin please.
Logan: Not excited to see me? Thought you'd at least be glad Brittany wasn't here, considering your history bickering with each other.
Stacey: Anyways Logan, are you ready?
Logan nods and takes a seat.
Stacey: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here with Logan McAllister to get a few words on his upcoming battle versus WZCW's new power group, Vis Imperium. Logan, thanks for joining us.
Logan: My pleasure Stacey, if the fans wanna hear Logan, fun that's what they'll hear!!
Stacey: Moving on, what are your thoughts on being paired with Noah Ryder, and having to face Abel Hunnicut and John Constantine?
Logan: Not gonna lie Stacey, it's frustrating at times. Noah never remembers anything and nothing I've done has changed that. So it kinda sucks. It's like I'm going out there in a handicap match.
Stacey: Sounds all doom and gloom. Are you then resigned to the fact you'll likely lose this match?
Logan shakes his head immediately, sitting up and Leaning forward.
Logan: Really? I nevah said I'd lose, just said that I'm in a tough spot. Abel and Constantine are no joke. It's gonna be a war out there, theres a good chance I might not survive, but I got a lot of people out there who want to see me do good.
Stacey, when I look out into the crowds, all I see Is Hayden, my son, and every other kid that has wanted to see their dad do something great. When Im out there, Im fightin for my son, Im fighting for all of them. So you see, whether Noah is out there and remembers or not, it doesnt mattah. I'm gonna give the people what they want. I'm probably gonna get my ass kicked, and pretty badly at that, but I promise you Vis Imperium will leave with scars of their own from battle with Logan McAllistah.
Stacey let's Logan's words sink in as he sits back and takes a drink from a nearby Coke.
Stacey: Sounds like you're ready. Any last words for Vis Imperium or any fans watching?
Logan: Velle est Posse(Where there's a will , there's a way)
Stacey looks at Logan, surprised that Latin was his choice of last words.
Logan: What's wrong Stacey? Didn't think Logan was smaht?
Before she can reply, Noah Ryder walks up and places a hand on Logans shoulder.
Noah: Logan. Tonight, we gonna kick some ass.
Noah heads off and Stacey and Logan both stare at Noah with shock until Logan begins to smile .
Logan: Seems like I just might win that footy bucks.
Steven turns off the TV. Him and Noah Ryder are both sitting on the coach.
Steven: Pretty expensive looking advertisement.
Ryder: Mitt Romneys is way better. Hed kick these guys buts.
For your sake, lets hope youre right.
A knock is heard at the door. Steven gets up to open it and in walks Logan McAllister.
Logan, youre looking well. Are you here to pay up the wager?
Logan: Not a chance man. You see, Noah and I have been hanging. Ive been keeping him in the loop round da clock, an now look at us. Noah Wazzup.
Noah looks over at Logan. He smiles and sort of shrugs his shoulders.
Steven, whos this guy?
Noah seriously. Didnt you read those notes I left you?
Noah looks to his room and then back at Logan shaking his head.
Er ah, I had to do some major cleaning at 3am last night. No real reason, but yea, everything is touchable now. I may have thrown those out.
Logan paces around the room and pulls on his hair. He shouts.
Thats it, Im done. I cant take this shit anymore. Ive spent more time with this guy than anybody. My own son even. And he still cant remember what a clickah is, let alone that we are walking into both the biggest match of our careers, and a fucking death trap. Fuck this, Im gonna spend the day with my son and hopefully walk out of our match tonight in one piece. At least not like a fucking ten second Ted.
Logan walks out and slams the door. Noah turns to Steven.
Im sure I wouldve recognized him from somewhere. A body shape like that, you can spot out of an EEW roster.
Noah, we need to talk.
Steven sits down beside Noah. He starts his face, contemplating the right way to go about this.
You remember the commercial about that suit and hillbilly running for office. Well you and Logan and teaming up tonight to take them on. And its a pretty important match to Logan. These guys beat him up last week. Theyve been running roughshod on a number of other wrestlers.
Youre saying I get to put the boots to a couple of politicians?
Youre not concerned?
About losing my republican membership? Maybe, but you know for him Id do it. These guys seem like trouble. They campaign one way, but you know those types of guys always go back on what they say. Do you see the amount of production expense they put into that video. Ridiculous. Theyre all flash, tough words, symbolism. Im real, Logan seems real. Real people get jobs down. Politicians, theyre good at doing studies.
Noah leans back and opens up a beer.
Dont take a nap, I like where your head is at.
At Ascension Noah is pacing around backstage hyping himself up for tonight. Leon Kensworth approaches him.
Kensworth: Noah Ryder, could I ask you a quick question or two.
Any time Leon. Im super excited to be here and I cant wait for tonight.
Thats, uh, really good to hear. Surprising for somebody else in your position, but not you I guess. My question is about your opposition tonight, John Constantine and Able Hunnicutt of Vis Imperium. How do you think you will fare tonight?
Leon win lose, I think tonight we will fare pretty good. Asking some people around the arena, nobody is giving us a snowballs chance. So to me, were already defy expectations being here, and will continue to defy them in the ring. A lot of heads will turn for this match.
I sure hope so, but arent you worried what could happen to you or Logan?
Logan yes, but hes tough. Im sure of that. Me, Im not worried at all, because Ive got this.
Noah picks up his briefcase and opens it, pulling out the contract.
This right here guarantees me a title match whenever I want, which means that I am never, ever leaving. It doesnt matter who, it doesnt matter where, I will always be around. Vis Imperium say they want to take over and run everything. Not me, Im not going anywhere, and no vote or campaign pledge will take me away. Tonight is a new beginning, much like every day is to somebody. Vis Imperium had their day and like every politician, party, and wrestler before them, it will all end. Will it be tonight? Too soon, I think theyre still in their honeymoon stage, but bad days proceed the end, and tonight will be one of those days for them.
Now I just want to touch base about your partner-
And Id like to do the same too.
Noah pats Leon on the shoulder and heads down the hallway. He spots Logan in the middle of an interview with Stacey and walks up behind him and puts his hand on his shoulder.
Logan. Tonight, we gonna kick some ass.
Noah continues down the hall, leaving Logan with a smile on his face.
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