AS 40: Sam Smith and Titus vs. Steven Holmes and Constantine
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FunKay the Inevitable
People Like Me, We Don't Play
Constantine sits in his large manor. Some of the alcoves that would usually be filled and decorations that would line the home have disappeared from view. It seems as though being unemployed for the last few months have hit Constantine harder than most would have expected. Despite things being missing from his home, Constantine sits upon a very grand leather chair. His fingers are tapping on the arms of the chair as the soft light from the other end of the room barely illuminates his features.
Constantine probably should be angry with himself. He should be angry that he allowed his emotions to get the better of him at Ascension.
But he's not.
His mind is racing. His fingers tapped the arms of the chair with more velocity than ever. The rush of being back in the ring and doing what he does best is keeping his mind from shutting down temporarily. It has been 3 days and, still, Constantine has not slept. His mind flashes back to delivering crushing blow after crushing blow to Sam Smith. Feeling Smith's flesh and bone buckle under the outright rage of Constantine gave Constantine a rush that he had not felt in a long time. It was euphoric, a moment that he will never forget.
Silence washes over the room as the tapping stops. Footsteps draw closer and closer to the room that Constantine inhabits. The click of heels on the solid marble floors resonate around the large room. Constantine allows his eyes to drift towards the open doorway as Mia's figure stands in the arch. There is a polite smile on her face as she looks at her employer.
Mia: Sir, It's time.
Constantine gives a slight nod and gets out of his chair with gusto. He is trying to keep his emotion under wraps but he is failing. The excitement that courses through his veins cannot be subdued. A press conference awaits him. A chance to unveil the partnership between himself and Steven Holmes. A chance to allow the world to come to terms with a new order within WZCW. More than everything though, a chance for Constantine to feel the same rush he experienced at Ascension.
Constantine walks into a grand reception area and straight out of the glass front door, a limousine is ready for him. Stepping into his car, the driver closes the door behind him and walks around the vehicle. Inside, Constantine and Mia sit in silence. There is an excitement in the air but it is being stifled by a feeling of nervousness from The Power Trip. He has never felt so strong and so vulnerable all at once. He has never felt so alive in one moment and would be lying if he said he knew how to handle this new-found vigour.
Constantine: This is it, Mia. This is the rush I have been missing. This is way of life that seems like so much of a distant memory to me now. At one point, I was closer to securing the Elite X Championship for myself than I have ever been before. But the selfishness of Sam Smith prevailed over the good intentions of myself. For that, I must apologise to the world.
You see, I am stronger in every possible way than Smith. Mentally, physically and emotionally, I am his superior. The only person to blame for my downfall was myself. Those who credit Sam Smith for his actions should think carefully about who really was responsible. I was cocky, I was brash and I had no idea how to handle the world of WZCW. I arrived with all guns blazing, ideas seeped from my pores like sweat and strategies for complete domination would rush to my brain. I tried, more than anything, to show the people that living like John Constantine would make the world a better place. Living like John Constantine would make their lives richer in every possible way. But the truth hurts, Mia. People cannot stand to hear that the life they have created and reside in, means nothing in the grand scheme of things.
So they banded against me. They drove me down to their level and I found it hard to get back up. I stole the Elite Championship and proudly showed it off to all of those who would witness it. I masqueraded myself as a true Elite X Champion and the idea that something may be wrong with me never, ever dawned on me.
Mia sits in silence as Constantine gets back to his vocal best. Knowing that he has a press conference waiting for him at the other end this journey, she allows him to continue his monologue.
Constantine: Never once did I realise that what I had become was everything I was fighting to abolish. I was a thief, I was disingenuous... And most importantly, I was a liar. I lied to the people when I gave massive speeches about how superior I was to them. Of course I didn't realise that I was on their level. The monster that is WZCW had consumed me. But most importantly, I lied to myself. I thought that my misdeeds would be rewarded with the adulation of the WZCW fans and the Elite X Championship.
Constantine lets out a chuckle at his own words.
Constantine: But no more! Things become much clearer with distance, Mia. I was consumed by WZCW. I couldn't see the forest because of the trees and for that, I suppose, I should be thanking Sam Smith. I soon realised that the people who fill arena after arena trying to catch a glimpse of Sam Smith and Titus are not the people who I should be aiming to impress or pander to. They are the ones who have given Smith credit for suspending my WZCW career. They are the ones who have elevated him to the levels that he would never dreamed of going to before.
Like I said, Mia, the only person who can be blamed for my downfall, is myself. I allowed myself to become complacent. I allowed myself to be beaten by Sam Smith. Not through choice but through natural means. I had become disillusioned with life in WZCW and couldn't bring myself to put in the work. I took the easy way out constantly and it was only a matter of time until that caught up with me. Sam Smith was the lucky recipient of that nonchalance and now his career is soaring.
At Ascension last week, Smith received a message from myself and my new partner. Steven Holmes is a kindred spirit. He realises that we should not be the ones throwing ourselves at the feet of the crowds and hoping that they accept us. He realises that it is pathetic to want the adulation of people who are so fickle that their opinion can change at the drop of a hat. He also realises that competitors such as Titus and Sam Smith have made a career out of it. They say the right things to make people think that they can do no wrong. They are so careful not to rub anyone the wrong way, lest they think any less of them. The funny thing is, that for all the lying I did a few months back, none of the lies even compare to the lies that both of my respective opponents have orchestrated over their careers.
Constantine opens his eyes wider as a sudden realisation strikes him.
Constantine: They are lying to the fans and they are lying to themselves. Their weakness is that they care far too much about what these plebs think of them and that is what I will take advantage of. I have realised that no matter what happens, these fans will not accept me. I should stop trying to please them because it is not in my nature to be liked. What is my nature is to what is necessary and this week, I will do that. I will expose Sam Smith and Titus as the frauds they are if their actions do not. Within both of them is a beast that is aching to get out. This is illustrated by the beating that Sam Smith gave me that put me on the shelf. Titus wears a mask frequently so that he can do what is necessary without compromising who he is. Little do they know that they are lying to themselves and it is eating away at them little by little.
Their weakness is my strength and I will expose them for everyone to see. A new dawn has arrived with my handshake at Ascension. Together, Holmes and I will deliver WZCW into a new era. A more transparent era that will deliver us to the top of the company. It's not whether the people accept it. It is a matter of when they accept it. Sam Smith utter destruction is inevitable at our hands and he will soon realise that real strength comes from being yourself. I lost that part of me and it made me weak. Now it is recovered, I am more dangerous than ever.
The car stops outside of a building that was the HQ of the Crashin Movement at one point. Constantine immediately recognises it and lets out a s******. He steps out of the car and silently slips in the back as journalists make their way through the doors at the front and take their seats in front of the modern table that sits at the head of the room. Backstage, Constantine's eyes meets with Holmes'. They exchange a warm handshake and turn to the curtain, ready to make their vision for WZCW a reality.
Holmes: It all starts here...
Constantine gives a wry smile and a nod before an unidentified man in horn-rimmed glasses rushes past them and takes his seat the table.
Constantine probably should be angry with himself. He should be angry that he allowed his emotions to get the better of him at Ascension.
But he's not.
His mind is racing. His fingers tapped the arms of the chair with more velocity than ever. The rush of being back in the ring and doing what he does best is keeping his mind from shutting down temporarily. It has been 3 days and, still, Constantine has not slept. His mind flashes back to delivering crushing blow after crushing blow to Sam Smith. Feeling Smith's flesh and bone buckle under the outright rage of Constantine gave Constantine a rush that he had not felt in a long time. It was euphoric, a moment that he will never forget.
Silence washes over the room as the tapping stops. Footsteps draw closer and closer to the room that Constantine inhabits. The click of heels on the solid marble floors resonate around the large room. Constantine allows his eyes to drift towards the open doorway as Mia's figure stands in the arch. There is a polite smile on her face as she looks at her employer.
Mia: Sir, It's time.
Constantine gives a slight nod and gets out of his chair with gusto. He is trying to keep his emotion under wraps but he is failing. The excitement that courses through his veins cannot be subdued. A press conference awaits him. A chance to unveil the partnership between himself and Steven Holmes. A chance to allow the world to come to terms with a new order within WZCW. More than everything though, a chance for Constantine to feel the same rush he experienced at Ascension.
Constantine walks into a grand reception area and straight out of the glass front door, a limousine is ready for him. Stepping into his car, the driver closes the door behind him and walks around the vehicle. Inside, Constantine and Mia sit in silence. There is an excitement in the air but it is being stifled by a feeling of nervousness from The Power Trip. He has never felt so strong and so vulnerable all at once. He has never felt so alive in one moment and would be lying if he said he knew how to handle this new-found vigour.
Constantine: This is it, Mia. This is the rush I have been missing. This is way of life that seems like so much of a distant memory to me now. At one point, I was closer to securing the Elite X Championship for myself than I have ever been before. But the selfishness of Sam Smith prevailed over the good intentions of myself. For that, I must apologise to the world.
You see, I am stronger in every possible way than Smith. Mentally, physically and emotionally, I am his superior. The only person to blame for my downfall was myself. Those who credit Sam Smith for his actions should think carefully about who really was responsible. I was cocky, I was brash and I had no idea how to handle the world of WZCW. I arrived with all guns blazing, ideas seeped from my pores like sweat and strategies for complete domination would rush to my brain. I tried, more than anything, to show the people that living like John Constantine would make the world a better place. Living like John Constantine would make their lives richer in every possible way. But the truth hurts, Mia. People cannot stand to hear that the life they have created and reside in, means nothing in the grand scheme of things.
So they banded against me. They drove me down to their level and I found it hard to get back up. I stole the Elite Championship and proudly showed it off to all of those who would witness it. I masqueraded myself as a true Elite X Champion and the idea that something may be wrong with me never, ever dawned on me.
Mia sits in silence as Constantine gets back to his vocal best. Knowing that he has a press conference waiting for him at the other end this journey, she allows him to continue his monologue.
Constantine: Never once did I realise that what I had become was everything I was fighting to abolish. I was a thief, I was disingenuous... And most importantly, I was a liar. I lied to the people when I gave massive speeches about how superior I was to them. Of course I didn't realise that I was on their level. The monster that is WZCW had consumed me. But most importantly, I lied to myself. I thought that my misdeeds would be rewarded with the adulation of the WZCW fans and the Elite X Championship.
Constantine lets out a chuckle at his own words.
Constantine: But no more! Things become much clearer with distance, Mia. I was consumed by WZCW. I couldn't see the forest because of the trees and for that, I suppose, I should be thanking Sam Smith. I soon realised that the people who fill arena after arena trying to catch a glimpse of Sam Smith and Titus are not the people who I should be aiming to impress or pander to. They are the ones who have given Smith credit for suspending my WZCW career. They are the ones who have elevated him to the levels that he would never dreamed of going to before.
Like I said, Mia, the only person who can be blamed for my downfall, is myself. I allowed myself to become complacent. I allowed myself to be beaten by Sam Smith. Not through choice but through natural means. I had become disillusioned with life in WZCW and couldn't bring myself to put in the work. I took the easy way out constantly and it was only a matter of time until that caught up with me. Sam Smith was the lucky recipient of that nonchalance and now his career is soaring.
At Ascension last week, Smith received a message from myself and my new partner. Steven Holmes is a kindred spirit. He realises that we should not be the ones throwing ourselves at the feet of the crowds and hoping that they accept us. He realises that it is pathetic to want the adulation of people who are so fickle that their opinion can change at the drop of a hat. He also realises that competitors such as Titus and Sam Smith have made a career out of it. They say the right things to make people think that they can do no wrong. They are so careful not to rub anyone the wrong way, lest they think any less of them. The funny thing is, that for all the lying I did a few months back, none of the lies even compare to the lies that both of my respective opponents have orchestrated over their careers.
Constantine opens his eyes wider as a sudden realisation strikes him.
Constantine: They are lying to the fans and they are lying to themselves. Their weakness is that they care far too much about what these plebs think of them and that is what I will take advantage of. I have realised that no matter what happens, these fans will not accept me. I should stop trying to please them because it is not in my nature to be liked. What is my nature is to what is necessary and this week, I will do that. I will expose Sam Smith and Titus as the frauds they are if their actions do not. Within both of them is a beast that is aching to get out. This is illustrated by the beating that Sam Smith gave me that put me on the shelf. Titus wears a mask frequently so that he can do what is necessary without compromising who he is. Little do they know that they are lying to themselves and it is eating away at them little by little.
Their weakness is my strength and I will expose them for everyone to see. A new dawn has arrived with my handshake at Ascension. Together, Holmes and I will deliver WZCW into a new era. A more transparent era that will deliver us to the top of the company. It's not whether the people accept it. It is a matter of when they accept it. Sam Smith utter destruction is inevitable at our hands and he will soon realise that real strength comes from being yourself. I lost that part of me and it made me weak. Now it is recovered, I am more dangerous than ever.
The car stops outside of a building that was the HQ of the Crashin Movement at one point. Constantine immediately recognises it and lets out a s******. He steps out of the car and silently slips in the back as journalists make their way through the doors at the front and take their seats in front of the modern table that sits at the head of the room. Backstage, Constantine's eyes meets with Holmes'. They exchange a warm handshake and turn to the curtain, ready to make their vision for WZCW a reality.
Holmes: It all starts here...
Constantine gives a wry smile and a nod before an unidentified man in horn-rimmed glasses rushes past them and takes his seat the table.
FunKay the Inevitable
People Like Me, We Don't Play
We open with a slow fade from black. We hear a strong undercurrent of murmurs as the picture clears to reveal a large conference room. There are many journalists and photographers scattered around it. They appear to be discussing the event that is set to begin shortly. They are also enjoying the free food and drink that has been provided for them. Elsewhere, on the opposite side of the room, there is an elevated long platform. A smart, modern looking table has been built into it and three positions are set up at the table. Only one of the places is taken, and the person that sits there is unknown to us. He is a shady looking gentleman with bright copper hair, horn-rimmed glasses and a sharp suit. Behind him are two security guards. Their presence has caused a slight air of concern on the press behalf. The copper haired gent stands and clears his throat. He then begins to talk over the whispers and quiet talking:
Copper Haired Gent: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention?
It takes a few moments, but the murmurs and whispers cease. They then ready themselves for what is to come.
Copper Haired Gent: Thank you very much, and thank you all for coming. I apologise in advance for the somewhat rash nature of this event, but it was necessary to maintain a top level of interest in the event. This event was organised by my employer and the owner of this fine build; Steven Holmes. He took this, the former headquarters of the Crashin Movement, and has recast it in his own image as the new media hub for his various enterprises. As lovely as this place is, that is not what Mr. Holmes has requested your presence for. He has made it very clear to me that he himself wishes to explain, so without further adieu, allow me to introduce my employer; The Elite Steven Holmes!
The journalists begin to clap. Unexpectedly, as the man with the glasses utters those words, Beethovens 5th blasts out. Shortly afterwards, Holmes enters the room and ascends to the platform to take one of the two vacant spots at the table. The clapping ends as Holmes signals for them to stop, along with the music.
Holmes: I thank you for that warm introduction and reiterate the earlier point of welcoming you here. I hope I see all of you once more in the near future, but unfortunately we have little time so I shall cut directly to the point. At Ascension 39, Sam Smith faced off with Baez. The match result was inconclusive as the returning John Constantine marked his return with an assault on Sam Smith. I then proceeded to approach the ring and assist in this beatdown. Then came the moment that got the masses talking; the handshake. That one show of respect from the two of us has had the entire world of professional wrestling buzzing. They want to know if this is the beginning of some sort of alliance between us. The answer is a simple one; yes!
The media begins to whisper and wonder once more with photographs being taken of Holmes, the flash shining brightly. Holmes continues.
Holmes: This is indeed the start of an alliance, and the expansion of an already prominent admiration we have for one- another, but dont just take my word for it, take this mans.
Holmes signals at the door and the instantly recognisable first chords of the Imperial March hit. John Constantine enters the room with a sly grin, flashes going off all around him courtesy of the photographers. He joins Holmes and the other gentleman at the table, but not before shaking Holmes hand once more. Holmes and Constantine sit down.
Copper Haired Gent: Well now open the floor for questioning.
A large number of the journalists there put their hands up clearly with many questions on their minds. The ginger gent points at one and he asks his question:
Journalist #1: Why an alliance, and why now?
Holmes: There are two reasons for this. First off, Mr. Constantine was already in contact with me and we had discussed the possibility of taking down our mutual foe together. These talks were then accelerated once I returned from Paris and chose to take a different route concerning the ultimate destruction of Sam Smith. Secondly, it was somewhat unexpected. Many naysayers had already predicted that I was done and that Smith would move on. That is not the case. I have my claws locked deep in Smiths flesh, and now so does Mr. Constantine. Its only a matter of time now before we rip his championship from that flesh.
The journalist has a slightly alarmed look on his face as he sits down. Another stands as she is selected to go next.
Journalist #2: If it was your destiny to be the Elite X Champion as youve so often stated, then why would you require help to achieve that?
A smile breaks out on Holmes face and he chuckles slightly at the question.
Holmes: This is no longer about destiny or fate or any of that hogwash. This is about Steven Holmes and John Constantine rising from the shadows to end Sam Smith and pluck the Elite X Championship from its peerless predicament. Yes I did mention destiny and such a good hundred or so times, but I see past that facade now. If there was one thing that Smith helped me realise, its that these are nothing but old, pointless words. They mean nothing in the test of time where I shall be looked on not as a man of destiny, but a man of action.
Before another question can be asked, the same journalist offers another to the duo.
Journalist #2: But what about your crusade to help the WZCW audience? Has that ended now too?
Holmes face drops the earlier smile and now reads with an all round unpleasant look. He responds with newfound venom in his voice.
Holmes: The crusade, quest, whatever it is you wish to call it, is dead. Its over, finished, done. You see both myself and Mr. Constantine recognise that weve been wasting our time trying to help the unwashed masses. Theyre ignorant, childish and deserve to wallow in the pit of filth they have grown accustomed to. Sure there are some who follow us still, but its a number that pales in comparison to the ill-bred imbeciles that occupy the populist name. What everyone is going to have to realise is that this is no longer Steven Holmes and John Constantine playing the game of saviour, this is Steven Holmes and John Constantine bringing the end of days.
We plan to take not only the Elite X Championship, but also the entirety of WZCW by storm. We shall display power greater than any performer has ever shown themselves capable of before. We shall rise to the top like we should have from the very beginning. This is the start of a new era in WZCW and one that will strike fear into the hearts of those who dare cross us.
The female journalist is finally seated, with a familiar loom of alarm on her face. A new journalist is selected.
Journalist #3: Youve already talked in length about your hatred of Sam Smith--?
Holmes: --Disdain would be a better word.
Journalist #3: Fine. Disdain for Sam Smith, but what about his partner Titus?
Holmes: Titus is a legend. Lets not mistake that. We recognise that fact. We also recognise hes been on a bit of a role as of late with his somewhat amended attitude. That amended attitude however is something that alarms both me and Mr. Constantine. Titus was a symbol of belief and ability in WZCW, but now, he is souring. Its like watching an apple fall from a tree and slowly erodes and decays into something unrecognisable. Thats saddening and such is the case with Titus. He is transforming into something that we do not recognise and while we may have despised him before, we could at least recognise his track record and ability. Now, he is merely a rotten apple that we must pluck and cast aside before the rot spreads.
Copper Haired Gent: We have time for one final question. Yes, you sir.
The final journalist stands up and asks his question.
Journalist #4: My question is directed at John Constantine. Mr. Constantine, youve been awfully quiet throughout this conference, do you have anything to say concerning your match, Sam Smith or the alliance with Steven Holmes?
Holmes sits back in his chair and relaxes, knowing the question is not one he should or really can answer. Constantine leans forward and begins to speak.
Constantine: Some people take the bible as the word of God. They follow it because they believe he is the almighty. They are blind enough to follow him, so why are they not smart enough to follow me or my esteemed colleague? We are superior after all, much in the same way that God is. The only difference really is we are real, we are here and we are capable of eliminating those that dare cross us.
The onlooking media are both worried and intrigued by Constantines words. He has them hooked.
Constantine: We have been branded as liars, cheats and fiends. My personal favourite has to be the term snake tongued beasts. We are named these things, and yet the only thing we have ever done is spoke the absolute truth. Now compare that to the actions of a man like Sam Smith. Hes lied, cheated and hes stolen his entire life. Hell, hes a lawyer, if that does not speak volumes about the man, then I dont know what does. And to top that all off, hes responsible for the death of an innocent young man. He should be locked up in a jail, not masquerading as the companies Elite X Champion. He is the true snake tongued beast.
However, it is only a matter of time now. We shall make Smith take the stand, and we shall serve as judge, jury and executioner. We will defeat, destroy and conquer. And at the end, our prize, will be the Elite X Championship.
There is an eerie silence for a few moments before the journalist that answered the question speaks out.
Journalist #4: Thank you very much sir.
With that, the rest of the media seem to snap themselves out of the state of fear and worry and continue to try and ask questions.
Copper Haired Gent: Im afraid that this press conference is at an end. We thank you very much for coming.
Holmes and Constantine stand and go to exit, lights flashing all around them as they are continuously prompted to ask questions by a number of journalists. They leave, as do we as our scene draws to a close.
Copper Haired Gent: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention?
It takes a few moments, but the murmurs and whispers cease. They then ready themselves for what is to come.
Copper Haired Gent: Thank you very much, and thank you all for coming. I apologise in advance for the somewhat rash nature of this event, but it was necessary to maintain a top level of interest in the event. This event was organised by my employer and the owner of this fine build; Steven Holmes. He took this, the former headquarters of the Crashin Movement, and has recast it in his own image as the new media hub for his various enterprises. As lovely as this place is, that is not what Mr. Holmes has requested your presence for. He has made it very clear to me that he himself wishes to explain, so without further adieu, allow me to introduce my employer; The Elite Steven Holmes!
The journalists begin to clap. Unexpectedly, as the man with the glasses utters those words, Beethovens 5th blasts out. Shortly afterwards, Holmes enters the room and ascends to the platform to take one of the two vacant spots at the table. The clapping ends as Holmes signals for them to stop, along with the music.
Holmes: I thank you for that warm introduction and reiterate the earlier point of welcoming you here. I hope I see all of you once more in the near future, but unfortunately we have little time so I shall cut directly to the point. At Ascension 39, Sam Smith faced off with Baez. The match result was inconclusive as the returning John Constantine marked his return with an assault on Sam Smith. I then proceeded to approach the ring and assist in this beatdown. Then came the moment that got the masses talking; the handshake. That one show of respect from the two of us has had the entire world of professional wrestling buzzing. They want to know if this is the beginning of some sort of alliance between us. The answer is a simple one; yes!
The media begins to whisper and wonder once more with photographs being taken of Holmes, the flash shining brightly. Holmes continues.
Holmes: This is indeed the start of an alliance, and the expansion of an already prominent admiration we have for one- another, but dont just take my word for it, take this mans.
Holmes signals at the door and the instantly recognisable first chords of the Imperial March hit. John Constantine enters the room with a sly grin, flashes going off all around him courtesy of the photographers. He joins Holmes and the other gentleman at the table, but not before shaking Holmes hand once more. Holmes and Constantine sit down.
Copper Haired Gent: Well now open the floor for questioning.
A large number of the journalists there put their hands up clearly with many questions on their minds. The ginger gent points at one and he asks his question:
Journalist #1: Why an alliance, and why now?
Holmes: There are two reasons for this. First off, Mr. Constantine was already in contact with me and we had discussed the possibility of taking down our mutual foe together. These talks were then accelerated once I returned from Paris and chose to take a different route concerning the ultimate destruction of Sam Smith. Secondly, it was somewhat unexpected. Many naysayers had already predicted that I was done and that Smith would move on. That is not the case. I have my claws locked deep in Smiths flesh, and now so does Mr. Constantine. Its only a matter of time now before we rip his championship from that flesh.
The journalist has a slightly alarmed look on his face as he sits down. Another stands as she is selected to go next.
Journalist #2: If it was your destiny to be the Elite X Champion as youve so often stated, then why would you require help to achieve that?
A smile breaks out on Holmes face and he chuckles slightly at the question.
Holmes: This is no longer about destiny or fate or any of that hogwash. This is about Steven Holmes and John Constantine rising from the shadows to end Sam Smith and pluck the Elite X Championship from its peerless predicament. Yes I did mention destiny and such a good hundred or so times, but I see past that facade now. If there was one thing that Smith helped me realise, its that these are nothing but old, pointless words. They mean nothing in the test of time where I shall be looked on not as a man of destiny, but a man of action.
Before another question can be asked, the same journalist offers another to the duo.
Journalist #2: But what about your crusade to help the WZCW audience? Has that ended now too?
Holmes face drops the earlier smile and now reads with an all round unpleasant look. He responds with newfound venom in his voice.
Holmes: The crusade, quest, whatever it is you wish to call it, is dead. Its over, finished, done. You see both myself and Mr. Constantine recognise that weve been wasting our time trying to help the unwashed masses. Theyre ignorant, childish and deserve to wallow in the pit of filth they have grown accustomed to. Sure there are some who follow us still, but its a number that pales in comparison to the ill-bred imbeciles that occupy the populist name. What everyone is going to have to realise is that this is no longer Steven Holmes and John Constantine playing the game of saviour, this is Steven Holmes and John Constantine bringing the end of days.
We plan to take not only the Elite X Championship, but also the entirety of WZCW by storm. We shall display power greater than any performer has ever shown themselves capable of before. We shall rise to the top like we should have from the very beginning. This is the start of a new era in WZCW and one that will strike fear into the hearts of those who dare cross us.
The female journalist is finally seated, with a familiar loom of alarm on her face. A new journalist is selected.
Journalist #3: Youve already talked in length about your hatred of Sam Smith--?
Holmes: --Disdain would be a better word.
Journalist #3: Fine. Disdain for Sam Smith, but what about his partner Titus?
Holmes: Titus is a legend. Lets not mistake that. We recognise that fact. We also recognise hes been on a bit of a role as of late with his somewhat amended attitude. That amended attitude however is something that alarms both me and Mr. Constantine. Titus was a symbol of belief and ability in WZCW, but now, he is souring. Its like watching an apple fall from a tree and slowly erodes and decays into something unrecognisable. Thats saddening and such is the case with Titus. He is transforming into something that we do not recognise and while we may have despised him before, we could at least recognise his track record and ability. Now, he is merely a rotten apple that we must pluck and cast aside before the rot spreads.
Copper Haired Gent: We have time for one final question. Yes, you sir.
The final journalist stands up and asks his question.
Journalist #4: My question is directed at John Constantine. Mr. Constantine, youve been awfully quiet throughout this conference, do you have anything to say concerning your match, Sam Smith or the alliance with Steven Holmes?
Holmes sits back in his chair and relaxes, knowing the question is not one he should or really can answer. Constantine leans forward and begins to speak.
Constantine: Some people take the bible as the word of God. They follow it because they believe he is the almighty. They are blind enough to follow him, so why are they not smart enough to follow me or my esteemed colleague? We are superior after all, much in the same way that God is. The only difference really is we are real, we are here and we are capable of eliminating those that dare cross us.
The onlooking media are both worried and intrigued by Constantines words. He has them hooked.
Constantine: We have been branded as liars, cheats and fiends. My personal favourite has to be the term snake tongued beasts. We are named these things, and yet the only thing we have ever done is spoke the absolute truth. Now compare that to the actions of a man like Sam Smith. Hes lied, cheated and hes stolen his entire life. Hell, hes a lawyer, if that does not speak volumes about the man, then I dont know what does. And to top that all off, hes responsible for the death of an innocent young man. He should be locked up in a jail, not masquerading as the companies Elite X Champion. He is the true snake tongued beast.
However, it is only a matter of time now. We shall make Smith take the stand, and we shall serve as judge, jury and executioner. We will defeat, destroy and conquer. And at the end, our prize, will be the Elite X Championship.
There is an eerie silence for a few moments before the journalist that answered the question speaks out.
Journalist #4: Thank you very much sir.
With that, the rest of the media seem to snap themselves out of the state of fear and worry and continue to try and ask questions.
Copper Haired Gent: Im afraid that this press conference is at an end. We thank you very much for coming.
Holmes and Constantine stand and go to exit, lights flashing all around them as they are continuously prompted to ask questions by a number of journalists. They leave, as do we as our scene draws to a close.
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Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it's Supermod!
The shot is inside a house. Titus is stood arms on hips quite close to a television, the room is not dark and you can see that Titus keeps shaking his head. The image on the TV is that of Sam Smith who has the Elite X belt draped over his shoulder.
Sam Smith: So make sure you have the X-factor whilst being the most elite in the world and tune into....
Sam Smith stops clearly rather annoyed at something.
Smith: Titus! I can't do this.
Titus: CUT!
The camera pans back to reveal Sam Smith is stood just beyond the TV with a studio set up for a commercial.
Titus: Oh come on, this is important.
Smith: Why is it important? I don't need to do WZCW commercials, I don't need to plug an array of products, I just don't see the point.
Titus: You don't need to do anything Samuel, everything is a choice. Trust me. This is for your own good
Sam and Titus take a seat on a couch, the camera showing both in a rather relaxed manner.
Smith: Thanks for this, it's an honour to sit and chat with the greatest Elite X Champion of all time.
Titus: Cheers man, it means a lot.
Smith: Yeah, it's just a shame Reynolds is so busy and I had to come here instead.
Titus gives a rather confused look to the camera as though he couldn't tell if Smith was joking or not.
Titus: I'm just going to assume I misheard you there. Can you remember the last Elite X champion I gave advice to?
Smith: I don't know.
Titus: It was the man you defeated for the Elite X championship. I gave him a ton of advice and he decided to do the opposite from me as he believed the hype that I was past it. What happened? A month later he lost the gold. You won that night and I gained a ton of respect for you that night. You made a man tap out and not many people have that skill, it shows a true warrior spirit.
Smith: You almost made a man tap that night too, I remember that as I was sat in the back at how you dominated him and got the pin.
Titus: Not one person thought I could beat John Constantine, yet I did. You know who did tap that night? Holmes. I won't go into how much I admire you in that you've kept a hold of that belt and have beaten both of our opponents. This isn't all about you though, I'm in this team as well which is why you need to get into the mindset. Now stand up.
Titus: I want you to carry on and get back into the mindset of an actor, that way you can understand how I operate. Pull an angry face.
Titus: OK that's good but we're going for angry, not a duck. Try it again.
Titus: You still have the duck thing going, lets try it again.
Titus: How did you even...? I'm not going to ask. I think you've nailed how to act.
Smith: I'm a natural. So let me ask you, what are your thoughts on Constantine?
Titus: I don't get him to be honest. I loved it when he was tag team champion going from strength to strength but when he and the Mighty Norcal split his focus was shifted. That cage match he lost to Norcal was a brilliant one and then when he...
Smith: That was Anthony Michaels.
Titus: It was? They do look a like. Well what about when he feuded with Blade and brought Sanna back to fight in the Lethal Lottery, that was pretty impressive.
Smith: That was Criminal Karnage.
Titus: I know, they're just similar though, right? John Constantine is everything that's wrong with the world. Politicians making legislation stopping a man doing his duty whilst taking a massive pay for himself. How is there any justice if that's the case. Speaking of the rich I can't stand Holmes. He's rich, big deal! I'm rich, you're rich even Baller's rich but we're not pompus about it. I could understand if he had a glittering career but aside from being a former tag champion what else has he done? Oh yeah he was lacky to Doug Crashin. Doug Crashin who never won ever, Doug Crashin who prepared for matches by repeating their WZCW.com roster page. What happened to him? Even Kurtesy and Holmes couldn't cover the stink. That I find hilarious. Quick one last acting lesson for you.
Titus bangs his hand on the table a few times. He does it again this time quicker and again getting quicker and quicker. Sam copies him doing this.
Smith: What's that?
Titus: A master-class on how to play Steven Holmes.
Titus and Smith laugh out loud as the screen fades to black. What could be around the corner for these two men?
Sam Smith: So make sure you have the X-factor whilst being the most elite in the world and tune into....
Sam Smith stops clearly rather annoyed at something.
Smith: Titus! I can't do this.
Titus: CUT!
The camera pans back to reveal Sam Smith is stood just beyond the TV with a studio set up for a commercial.
Titus: Oh come on, this is important.
Smith: Why is it important? I don't need to do WZCW commercials, I don't need to plug an array of products, I just don't see the point.
Titus: You don't need to do anything Samuel, everything is a choice. Trust me. This is for your own good
Sam and Titus take a seat on a couch, the camera showing both in a rather relaxed manner.
Smith: Thanks for this, it's an honour to sit and chat with the greatest Elite X Champion of all time.
Titus: Cheers man, it means a lot.
Smith: Yeah, it's just a shame Reynolds is so busy and I had to come here instead.
Titus gives a rather confused look to the camera as though he couldn't tell if Smith was joking or not.
Titus: I'm just going to assume I misheard you there. Can you remember the last Elite X champion I gave advice to?
Smith: I don't know.
Titus: It was the man you defeated for the Elite X championship. I gave him a ton of advice and he decided to do the opposite from me as he believed the hype that I was past it. What happened? A month later he lost the gold. You won that night and I gained a ton of respect for you that night. You made a man tap out and not many people have that skill, it shows a true warrior spirit.
Smith: You almost made a man tap that night too, I remember that as I was sat in the back at how you dominated him and got the pin.
Titus: Not one person thought I could beat John Constantine, yet I did. You know who did tap that night? Holmes. I won't go into how much I admire you in that you've kept a hold of that belt and have beaten both of our opponents. This isn't all about you though, I'm in this team as well which is why you need to get into the mindset. Now stand up.
Titus: I want you to carry on and get back into the mindset of an actor, that way you can understand how I operate. Pull an angry face.
Titus: OK that's good but we're going for angry, not a duck. Try it again.
Titus: You still have the duck thing going, lets try it again.
Titus: How did you even...? I'm not going to ask. I think you've nailed how to act.
Smith: I'm a natural. So let me ask you, what are your thoughts on Constantine?
Titus: I don't get him to be honest. I loved it when he was tag team champion going from strength to strength but when he and the Mighty Norcal split his focus was shifted. That cage match he lost to Norcal was a brilliant one and then when he...
Smith: That was Anthony Michaels.
Titus: It was? They do look a like. Well what about when he feuded with Blade and brought Sanna back to fight in the Lethal Lottery, that was pretty impressive.
Smith: That was Criminal Karnage.
Titus: I know, they're just similar though, right? John Constantine is everything that's wrong with the world. Politicians making legislation stopping a man doing his duty whilst taking a massive pay for himself. How is there any justice if that's the case. Speaking of the rich I can't stand Holmes. He's rich, big deal! I'm rich, you're rich even Baller's rich but we're not pompus about it. I could understand if he had a glittering career but aside from being a former tag champion what else has he done? Oh yeah he was lacky to Doug Crashin. Doug Crashin who never won ever, Doug Crashin who prepared for matches by repeating their WZCW.com roster page. What happened to him? Even Kurtesy and Holmes couldn't cover the stink. That I find hilarious. Quick one last acting lesson for you.
Titus bangs his hand on the table a few times. He does it again this time quicker and again getting quicker and quicker. Sam copies him doing this.
Smith: What's that?
Titus: A master-class on how to play Steven Holmes.
Titus and Smith laugh out loud as the screen fades to black. What could be around the corner for these two men?
The scene opens to a small classroom. Titus is sitting in a desk at the very front of the room, with Sam Smith standing at the dusty chalkboard scrawling something onto the board. The room itself is very musty, further showing the age of the room. The desks are all covered in writing, some covered in chewing gum. The old tile floor is chipped, as is the paint on the wall.
Smith: Now, Titus, it's my turn to educate you! Welcome to "How to Be a Successful Lawyer 101."
Titus lets out an audible groan, burying his head into his arms.
Titus: Nooooo!
Smith: Darth Vader! Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith!
Titus looks up, shooting Smith a particularly strange look.
Titus: Not to be rude, but, uhhh... what?
Smith: Sorry, I'm still trying to put what you taught me into practice. I'm becoming one hell of an actor -- how about a monologue?
Titus: NO! Err... maybe later.
Smith: You're right, you're right, we've gotta get going with your education as a lawyer. So, Titus, what do you know about being a lawyer?
Titus: I played one in a movie once, I might still have a copy of Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney too.
Smith: Alright, not ba--
Titus: OBJECTION!
Titus shoots Smith a huge smile.
Titus: Good, right?
Smith (mumbling): Okay, he's certainly not a natural, nowhere near how good I was at acting.
Smith grabs a large dictionary from his desk and flips to a page.
Smith: Laryngitis... Latter-day Saint... Ahh, lawyer! Read the definition.
Titus: Sure...
Titus reads the definition, looking up at Smith, still seeming unsure of the whole idea.
Smith: Got it?
Titus: Yep.
Smith: Good. Now -- what does the word "lawyer" mean to you?
Titus: The worst person in the world.
Smith: What do you think of Holmes and Constantine?
Titus: They're the worst people in the... HEY! I GET IT!
Smith: Exactly. Let's try something now, do you know what "cross-examination" is?
Titus: Isn't that where you interrogate your opponent?
Smith: Exactly. We'll put it into practice a little differently. Cross-examine me about our match this week.
Instantly, Titus shoots out of his chair, circling Smith who has taken a seat.
Titus: Mr. Smith, where will you be during Ascension 40?
Smith:...At Ascension 40?
Titus: Very well. Why will you be there?
Smith: I have a match, with you, against John Constantine and Steven Holmes.
Titus breaks character for a moment, throwing up a thumbs up at the mention of his name.
Titus: Now, Mr. Smith, tell me what you think of this match.
Smith: Alright -- I think me and you are going to come out victorious. I don't think Steven Holmes and John Constantine can stop us. I put Constantine on the shelf all by myself and kicked Steven Holmes' ass all over the place. Couple that with the WZCW Legend himself... We've got it in the bag.
Titus: Are you implying that Holmes and Constantine don't stand a chance, Mr. Smith?
Smith: Precisely, yes. Two of the greatest Elite X Champions of all time on the same team, forgive me, but that's a dream team. Our opponents may talk tough, putting themselves next in line for my gold, but when spotlight shines on them -- they choke. Neither man could put me out, nor could they put YOU out. When all the odds are against us, we perform our best. The team of Titus and Smith is nothing to be laughed at.
Constantine and Holmes are cowards, nothing more, nothing less. They attacked me out of nowhere last week, using the numbers game to take the advantage. This week, they don't have that advantage. I have a partner who just so happens to be one of WZCW's best. They can pretend to be as brave as they want, but I know how they're feeling: They're scared. They know that once the games are out of the way and they're stuck in the ring with us, they have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Smith stops, then looks at Titus, a sly grin crossing his face.
Smith: You know, you're pretty good at this.
Titus: Hold on! I'm not done yet, I have one last question.
Titus composes himself and clears his throat.
Titus: *AHEM* Do you have anything else to say to your opponents?
Smith: Well... there is one thing. Holmes, I was wondering if you could get me Doug Crashin's autograph?
Smith: Now, Titus, it's my turn to educate you! Welcome to "How to Be a Successful Lawyer 101."
Titus lets out an audible groan, burying his head into his arms.
Titus: Nooooo!
Smith: Darth Vader! Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith!
Titus looks up, shooting Smith a particularly strange look.
Titus: Not to be rude, but, uhhh... what?
Smith: Sorry, I'm still trying to put what you taught me into practice. I'm becoming one hell of an actor -- how about a monologue?
Titus: NO! Err... maybe later.
Smith: You're right, you're right, we've gotta get going with your education as a lawyer. So, Titus, what do you know about being a lawyer?
Titus: I played one in a movie once, I might still have a copy of Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney too.
Smith: Alright, not ba--
Titus: OBJECTION!
Titus shoots Smith a huge smile.
Titus: Good, right?
Smith (mumbling): Okay, he's certainly not a natural, nowhere near how good I was at acting.
Smith grabs a large dictionary from his desk and flips to a page.
Smith: Laryngitis... Latter-day Saint... Ahh, lawyer! Read the definition.
Titus: Sure...
Titus reads the definition, looking up at Smith, still seeming unsure of the whole idea.
Smith: Got it?
Titus: Yep.
Smith: Good. Now -- what does the word "lawyer" mean to you?
Titus: The worst person in the world.
Smith: What do you think of Holmes and Constantine?
Titus: They're the worst people in the... HEY! I GET IT!
Smith: Exactly. Let's try something now, do you know what "cross-examination" is?
Titus: Isn't that where you interrogate your opponent?
Smith: Exactly. We'll put it into practice a little differently. Cross-examine me about our match this week.
Instantly, Titus shoots out of his chair, circling Smith who has taken a seat.
Titus: Mr. Smith, where will you be during Ascension 40?
Smith:...At Ascension 40?
Titus: Very well. Why will you be there?
Smith: I have a match, with you, against John Constantine and Steven Holmes.
Titus breaks character for a moment, throwing up a thumbs up at the mention of his name.
Titus: Now, Mr. Smith, tell me what you think of this match.
Smith: Alright -- I think me and you are going to come out victorious. I don't think Steven Holmes and John Constantine can stop us. I put Constantine on the shelf all by myself and kicked Steven Holmes' ass all over the place. Couple that with the WZCW Legend himself... We've got it in the bag.
Titus: Are you implying that Holmes and Constantine don't stand a chance, Mr. Smith?
Smith: Precisely, yes. Two of the greatest Elite X Champions of all time on the same team, forgive me, but that's a dream team. Our opponents may talk tough, putting themselves next in line for my gold, but when spotlight shines on them -- they choke. Neither man could put me out, nor could they put YOU out. When all the odds are against us, we perform our best. The team of Titus and Smith is nothing to be laughed at.
Constantine and Holmes are cowards, nothing more, nothing less. They attacked me out of nowhere last week, using the numbers game to take the advantage. This week, they don't have that advantage. I have a partner who just so happens to be one of WZCW's best. They can pretend to be as brave as they want, but I know how they're feeling: They're scared. They know that once the games are out of the way and they're stuck in the ring with us, they have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Smith stops, then looks at Titus, a sly grin crossing his face.
Smith: You know, you're pretty good at this.
Titus: Hold on! I'm not done yet, I have one last question.
Titus composes himself and clears his throat.
Titus: *AHEM* Do you have anything else to say to your opponents?
Smith: Well... there is one thing. Holmes, I was wondering if you could get me Doug Crashin's autograph?
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