Batti: Rammikun! Rammikun!
The scene opens to Batti Otaku rushing into the gym where she had been spending many days training under the tutelage of her boyfriend Ramparte and Action Saxton. Ramparte sits in his wheel chair in front of the ring, his mind racing as he stares down at his phone, a look of panic washing over his face.
Batti: Rammikun! Did you hear? I get to team with Tyrone Blades against those mean Vis Imperium guys! Isn't this exciting?
Ramparte slowly spins his wheelchair around towards his girlfriend, gritting his teeth as he tries not to yell out in anger. Batti's exuberant expression slowly dissipates as she sees the look on his face.
Ramparte: Absolutely not. There's no way I'm letting you get involved with The Hollow Ones and their war with Vis Imperium. Batti, they'll chew you up and spit you out!
Batti: But.....but Rammikun....
Ramparte: Batti, don't you remember that Tyrone Blades is partly to blame for me being stuck in this fucking wheel chair in the first place?!?
Batti withdraws a bit, tears starting to form in her eyes as she lowers her head, trying not to cry over Ramparte's outburst. Ramparte's seething eyes suddenly soften as he wheels himself over to her, placing his hand on her shoulder.
Ramparte: Batti....
Batti: Tyrone..he said nice things about me last week though. I'n still going to hurt him badly even if he did say I could maybe be the number one contender the Elite Openweight title, do you think I could do that Rammikun?
Batti looks up, her eyes widen and puppy dog like as she stares into his eyes. Ramparte relents as he leans down and hugs her, holding her close.
Ramparte: I think you can reach for the stars Batti, but you must remember that you're still training to be a wrestler. But you must remember who you're teaming with. Tyrone Blades can turn on you in an instance and make your life a living nightmare, and doesn't need a reason to. I'm just trying to look out for you Batti. I'm calling Banks to get this match thrown out.
Batti: Ramparte! You can't!
Batti pulls away quickly as her doe eyes change to a determined look, grasping hold of Ramparte's arms tightly as she slowly gets to her feet.
Batti: I need to do this Rammikun. I can't run away from a tough situation. I need to beat that jackass Xander LeBelle this time around, if he's got the balls to actually fight me this time! And I get to team with a Hall of Famer! Rammikun! When I'm done with Vis Imperium, I can turn around and hurt The Hollow Ones for hurting you! I can make them feel what you've gone through, and make things right! Let's start training!
Batti excitedly runs past Ramparte, sliding into the ring as she begins stretching in the ring, putting a set of earbuds in to jam out while she warms up.
Tyrone: I'd say she's got the right idea Ramparte. After all, who better to team with then the greatest of all time?
Ramparte quickly turns his head towards the corner, as Tyrone Blades suddenly makes his presence felt, leaning against the post with his arms crossed. His hood is up and the bandanna wrapped around his face. His "manager" Mr. Jones stands next to him, a lit cigar in his mouth. Ramparte's face contorts to anger once more as he spins around, staring down The Hollow Ones.
Ramparte: You....you son of a bitch!
Tyrone turns his head towards Ramparte, his eyes showing no emotion as he stares down at the man he and Phoenix once wrecked.
Tyrone: Oh, you're still trippin' over that little beat down? Would you like me to apologize for that man?
Ramparte: It's your fault I'm paralyzed in the first place!
Tyrone: Nah homie, we didn't break your neck and cripple your worthless ass, that was your supposed friend Flex, or do I gotta go roll the tape back for you once again?
Ramparte wheels up to Tyrone, slamming his fist onto the arm rest as he stares up at The Hollow One.
Ramparte: No, you didn't cripple me but you gave Flex the opportunity to. And if I remember, you and Phoenix were stalking my hospital room wanting to finish the job.
Tyrone simply shrugs as Batti continues to run the ropes bored and completely oblivious to The Hollow Ones. Mr. Jones turns and watches her, absentmindedly puffing away at his cigar.
Tyrone: Look, Ramparte all that was going to happen was deliver a beat down. Didn't matter who it was that walked out, you just got the unlucky draw. Don't blame me for your boy secretly hating your guts and breaking your neck. And yet you sit here just acting like it was karma. Man get your ass up and fight to get back in that ring.
Ramparte: What part of I can't fucking walk do you not get? I'm stuck in this wheel chair.
Tyrone: Please, y'all just using that as an excuse so you don't have to face your god damn problems Ramparte. All you can do is mean mug a motherfucker and shout angry empty threats that you have no intention of even attempting. So why don't you roll your happy ass on out and I'll talk to the other fighter that's actually here.
Batti: Umm.....Rammikun, aren't we going to train today?
Ramparte quickly lifts a finger up, his eyes not breaking from Tyrone as he yells out towards her.
Ramparte: Not now woman!
Tyrone: Jones, get in there and spar with Batti.
Jones gets caught off guard, quickly turning his head in disbelief towards Tyrone as he puts out his cigar.
Mr. Jones: Are you fuckin' serious Blades? I'll flatten her.
Tyrone snaps his head towards Jones, his eyes narrowing over his black bandanna.
Tyrone: Did I fucking stud.d.d..dder Jones? Or do you need me to take you back to elementary school and spell it out for you? S.....p......a......r w.....i..
Mr. Jones: Man shut yo damn mouth, I'll do it. Damn it.
Jones throws his hands up as he pulls himself up onto the ring apron and enters the ring as Tyrone turns back towards Ramparte. The two continue their verbal sparring as Mr. Jones cracks his knuckles, shaking his head as he looks towards Batti. Batti turns towards Jones and a wide smile forms on her face as she takes her earbuds out.
Batti: Saxton! I didn't know you were here today!
Mr. Jones: Uh...I ain't that sucka Saxton lil' mama.
Batti blinks a few times as she quickly circles around Jones, examining him from each angle with a confused look on her face.
Batti: But you're about as big as him. And you got lotsa muscles like him. WAIT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR SAXTON?!
Mr. Jones: Nah, like I said I ain't Action Saxton, I'm Mr. Jones mothafu....
Batti puts a finger up to his lips, as a suddenly devilish look forms on her face. Jones' eyes widen as her eyes narrow towards him.
Batti: You......YOU'RE AN IMPOSTER!
Mr. Jones: An imposter? Wait what?!?!
Batti suddenly launches at Mr. Jones' head, tackling him to the ground as she tears at his face with her nails, throwing wild punches as Mr. Jones yells out in surprise, trying to cover up. Meanwhile Ramparte and Tyrone have begun yelling at one another on the outside.
Ramparte: I know what you're all about Tyrone! You couldn't do a damn thing to save Phoenix and now you want to use Batti as your proxy! You will not get your hands on her!
Tyrone: What in the blue hell are you going on about Ramparte? I didn't ask for a tag team match, but since your girl Batti has beaten Keaton AND Adonis like scalded dogs in back to back weeks, it's clear Vis Imperium begged Mr. Banks for a chance to get back at her. They think she's the weak link and is going to hold me back, giving them an opportunity. Truth be told it ain't her I'm worried about, I gotta deal with you being a bitch about it.
Ramparte: So me looking out for my girlfriend, who just so happens to be a rookie in the ring, is what's going to hold you back? You know what, Ty, why don't you just go fight your battle on your own and we'll do what we need to do.
Back in the ring the sound of crashing and banging can be heard under the screams of pain of Mr. Jones as he tries to crawl his way across the ring.
Mr. Jones: Hold up! Hold UP! Let's talk about this for a second here!
Suddenly Batti grabs hold of Mr. Jones' leg and drags him back towards her as Mr. Jones screams out in terror.
Batti: Imposter! Tell me what you did with the real Saxton now!
Mr. Jones: I don't know! I don't know! Please let me go!
Tyrone: You're doing her no damn favors by keeping her from this match. Iron sharpens fucking iron Ramparte, and another victory and she'll force Xander's hand into a title match. Are you really going to deprive her of that opportunity? That misogynist asshole needs to get his ass kicked, and you know that he's not going to compete in this match. He'll sit ringside while I leave his manager Adonis in a pool of fucking blood. So why not let Batti get in on the fun?
Ramparte: Look at her Ty. She's not the type to leave people face down in blood. I won't let her become like us. We ended people's careers, both of us have. We know what it's like to carry that sin on our conscience. I'm not going to let her innocence be corrupted like that. And teaming with you to go to war with Vis Imperium is doing me no favors in that regard!
Tyrone: For the love of god Ramparte, I'm not here to hand her a fucking bat and a bandanna and say, join The Hollow Ones or else. I'm here to make sure that she and I are on the same page so we can both advance our goals. Simple as that. She's the ace in the hole for this match. They know the danger I pose, they'll take her lightly even after her previous victories. We coordinate here, and we can knock those pompous bastards down a number of pegs and get what we both want. After that we go our separate ways. Clear?
Mr. Jones: Is someone going to help a brother here? For fuck's sake she's clawing at my eyes!
Ramparte looks down at his legs for a moment before he looks back up at Tyrone and nods his head hesitantly.
Ramparte: Yeah alright. This match only, after that we're done. Vis Imperium were going to target her eventually, and I suppose having you there would be a pretty good safeguard. You have to promise me this Tyrone, that you'll look out for her. Before, during, and after the match. If something happens to her, I'm going to stampede out of this god forsaken wheelchair and make your life a hell like you've done mine.
Tyrone simply nods his head as he holds his hand out, Ramparte reaching out and the two shaking hands reluctantly. In the background Mr. Jones lies on the mat, completely devastated when suddenly Batti locks in a vicious leg lock. Mr. Jones yells out in tremendous pain, the suffering etched into his face.
Mr. Jones: Nooooooo! Let me go let me go! It's going to break, oh god it's going to brea...
SNAP
Mr. Jones: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Ramparte and Tyrone suddenly turn towards the ring for the first time, both grimacing hard and a look of horror on their faces as Mr. Jones rolls all over the ring holding his leg as Batti slowly gets to one knee, a blood thirsty look on her face. Ramparte tries to wheel quickly to the ring apron. Tyrone keeping his arms crossed as he watches on, as if he's amused.
Ramparte: Batti! We discussed this!
Mr. Jones rolls to the outside as Tyrone stands over him, shaking his head. He kneels down as he pulls his bandanna down, a smirk on his face holding back an immense amount of laughter.
Tyrone: Having fun?
Mr. Jones: I think....I think that.....
Tyrone: Your leg's broken?
Mr. Jones: No, I think I'm in love.
Mr. Jones suddenly passes out as Tyrone can't help himself, letting out a boisterous laugh as he falls back to a seated position as he throws his head back.
Tyrone: Oh my god Jones, you truly are hopeless.
Batti: Rammikun, did I do something wrong?
Ramparte looks back at Tyrone, who simply shrugs his shoulders as he slowly pushes himself back up to his feet. He grabs Jones and helps him up and tJones begins limping towards the door as Tyrone walks slowly behind him when Batti suddenly calls out, finally realizing Tyrone was there.
Batti: Blades-sama!
Tyrone stops and turns towards the ring, an inquisitive look on Batti's face.
Batti: Did you mean what you said last week? That you wanted to make things right for the women in WZCW? That I could be number one contender to the Elite Openweight title?
Tyrone looks at her for a few moments, a smirk forming on his face as he simply nods towards her before turning towards Ramparte.
Tyrone: Seems your girl's got some potential Ramparte. I'll be back later after I drop the crip....I mean the gim....you know I'll just be back after I drop Jones off at the pad. We'll see if she's truly up to the task.
Tyrone and Jones walk out the door as Batti watches on, a determined look on her face as Ramparte looks up at her, a proud look on his face. The scene fades away as it returns to inside The Hollow Ones safe house, Mr. Jones sleeping on the couch with his leg elevated with Tyrone sitting at the table, cigarette in one hand, and a drink in the other. The lone light above the table swings back and forth, revealing the large amounts of cash piled up in the center.
Tyrone: John Constantine, after I take care of your apprentices alongside an over caffeinated woman, I'm gunning right for you. I can't get to Banks until I toss you over the bridge into an icy grave. Our history goes back years, from your start here in WZCW, to the Elite, to fighting over the World Title. But there's just been one thing that's always been a constant when it comes to you and I.
Tyrone takes a long drag of his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke circling around him as he takes a long drink from the bottle of whiskey.
Tyrone: I always end up on top. Even when you put me through hell a couple years ago, I wasn't the one that was broken, you suffered through a self imposed hell I left you to. I'm always going to be superior to you. Even when you held the world title while we were in the Elite, you knew full well what was going to happen and you fell for it like the sucker you are. So let's not waste time playing these fucking games again John.
Tyrone leans forward, his face covered in the shadows as the light illiuminates only his arms and hands, a stack of hundred dollar bills in front of him and the smoke of his cigarette twirling in front of him.
Tyrone: Apocalypse, let's put an end to this fucking story. Put the final chapter in the book that you can't seem to close. While I'm the end game for you, you're a road block in my way to making Banks suffer for what he has done to me. The Hollow Ones are not at full strength, but I don't need to be complete in order to destroy you and reclaim the Mayhem Title for myself. And while you provoked Mikey Stormrage, he does not know the war that we have found ourselves in. Mikey, if you are listening to me, stand aside. This is not your battle to fight. While I appreciate the assist, I do not want you interfering any further. This is something I must do, a cross I must carry on my own. So stay out of this Mikey before I must turn my attention towards you once more. I have nothing to gain from you, other than a rehash of what we have done already.
Tyrone slowly leans forward, his bandanna covered face faintly washed in light this time.
Tyrone: Money talks, and while this is a major part of what I have against Banks, it's also my pride and my principles at stake. Constantine, our duel at high noon comes very soon, and I'm gonna put that fucking bullet right between your eyes. Because no matter how hard you wish to be me, there is only one man they call Tyrone Blades.
With Love,
The Hollow Ones