A hand glides across a map as we begin. The map is of the local area surrounding the Holmes compound with several locations dotted and circled in bright red. The hand sways across as we slowly pull out to see it belongs to a well dressed man. The man is of course, Steven Holmes. Holmes has a toothy grin that showcases his dark personality perfectly. He is clearly ecstatic about something. He is leaning on the table where the map is placed and stares at it intently. Suddenly, his focus is drawn away as a door opens. He looks at it, on edge, his smile now a look of concern. He is awaiting someone important it would seem. In steps John Constantine. Holmes manic grin returns.
Holmes: Excellent. Excellent!
Constantine looks at Holmes with a hint of confusion as he removes a large coat, damp from the obvious rainfall outside. He places an umbrella, also damp into its rightful holder as Holmes quickly scurries his way towards the Powertrip.
Holmes: Constantine, I think Ive found him!
Constantine: Who?
Holmes look of elation disappears for a moment and he shakes his head. He retains a slight smile the entire time as he is simply too overjoyed to fully note Constantines lack of enthusiasm or understanding. Swiftly, Holmes moves across to his record player which still has that unmarked record in place. Constantine realises what he is referring to and stops before he is forced to listen to another moment of Ram Jam.
Constantine: Oh, I see. Yes, yes, Crashin.
Holmes: Exactly!
Holmes spins and raises his index finger to enhance the dramatics of his response. Constantine rolls his eyes before glancing over to the map.
Constantine: So where is he then?
Gliding over, Holmes uses the same index finger to point at one particular red dot.
Holmes: HERE!
Constantine nods, and looks, a little surprised by the close proximity to the compound. Suddenly, Holmes moves his finger across to yet another dot. The look of confusion returns to Constantines face.
Holmes: Or here!
He repeats this over all of the four or five other marked spots.
Holmes: Or here! Or here! Or here! Or here! Or even here!
Constantine peels his eyes from the finger of Holmes and looks directly at the man, distinctly unimpressed.
Constantine: You do realise this is an enormous amount of ground to cover? It will take you a significant amount of time to discover the exact location.
Holmes: Time is not the issue Mr. Constantine. The issue is recognising him once we finally do decipher where hes holed up. He will no doubt be some sort of homeless tramp living in the dark and the destitute. Hes bankrupt for sure, thats how I bought this complex from him.
Constantine: Surely if hes homeless it makes it even more difficult to track him down.
Holmes: Oh contraire. You see, I have my people searching every nook and cranny in the city. A man fitting the description of Crashin was spotted in two of these locations and hes known to linger around the others to. Tracking him down was simplicity defined. The only matter left for discussion is our confrontation shall take place. You and I shall certainly have to display our wealth.
Constantine: Uh, Holmes...
Holmes: Oh yes, I imagine a limousine pulling up would send a clear message to that wretched excuse for a man. Hell understand what it feels to be demeaned by me.
Constantine: Holmes...
Holmes: Like the proverbial cockroach I will slowly place my foot across him until I have drained the entirety of his life force from his body. I will cast a shadow so long that he--
Constantine: HOLMES!
As John Constantine yells, Holmes stops midsentence. He is contorted into an odd fashion, his hands in a bizarre way and his face practically dripping with saliva at the prospect of this. Its obvious Holmes is relishing this potential meeting. He recomposes himself, realising hes letting his fantasy get the best of him. He straightens himself up as he allows Constantine to speak.
Holmes: What is it Mr. Constantine?
Constantine: Well, I dont think I should come with you. Crashin was nothing more than a thorn in my side that had to be cast aside. I did that and in some style as you may recall. He means nothing to me today, jest as he meant nothing once I had dispensed of him. This is clearly a personal issue for you, so a one-to-one confrontation is perhaps best, no?
Holmes is a little surprised by Constantines reaction, perhaps even a little hurt. A slightly upset look is quickly washed aside though as Holmes regains his confidence in record time.
Holmes: Yes. Of course. I and he will stand face-to-face. It shall be similar to the closing scenes of any good western. The hero and the villain stand toe-to-toe with it all riding on the line...only he has nothing to gain and I have nothing more than personal gratification to come out of this. Yes, you will not be required.
Constantine isnt quite sure how to take that last sentence. He understands what Holmes means, but there was a hint of Holmes using Constantine, something he knows all too well about. He decides against picking on the point, but takes a mental note for later.
Holmes: Anyway, thats not the sole reason I requested your presence.
Constantine: Oh really? What else did you have planned?
Holmes: Lethal Lottery.
Both mens faces go from whatever expression they previously had to blank, cold stares. There is even a tension in the air. Holmes is the first to break the eerie silence that has evolved from this.
Holmes: I wanted to discuss how one of us will win the event. I wanted to discuss how with the two of us in we shall prevail. I wanted to talk to you about correcting the mistake of last year when you shouldve won the event.
Constantines face dips into a frown.
Holmes: You see, I may be compelled and drawn to this incident with Crashin, but I can see that you fear I will turn on you at any second. You fear that I am perhaps in a questionable mental state. You fear that I will turn on you just as I did with Crashin and Kurtesy. You fear that I am using you as a pawn in a much larger game, but nothing could be further from the truth.
As Holmes continues, he begins to approach Constantine.
Holmes: One of us will walk out of Los Angeles with the opportunity of a lifetime to become the World Heavyweight Champion. One of us is heading to the Main Event of Kingdom Come. No one will stop us.
Holmes puts his hand on Constantines shoulder to comfort him. He resumes his dialogue.
Holmes: With our combined strength, we shall annihilate anyone who stands in our way, whether it is the Apostles of Chaos or Baller or even foolhardy foes of ours like Austin Reynolds or Gordito. They will suffer at our hands.
Constantine: I appreciate the pep talk Holmes, but should we not try to remove Gordito before he becomes too much of a problem?
Holmes begins to chuckle and pats Constantine on the shoulder.
Holmes: Oh my dear, dear Mr. Constantine. If you recall, I said that should Gordito come looking for a shot at my championship or even me as a human being, then he is welcome to take it. He is a naive young man and while the assault we gave him was designed to be a warning, I fully suspect he is going to take it as an invite for some sort of championship opportunity.
At this stage I welcome this. I welcome his appearance in the championship picture as it will be yet another famous scalp for me to add to my ever growing trophy case. I could use a good warm-up heading into the Lottery and with you beside me; we shall dominate and rise above all.
Constantine: Yes, but I still think you are underestimating just how good Gordito is. Hes tougher than you think and the same is going to be said of Black Dragon.
Holmes: Ah, but Black Dragon is a completely different sort of foe. Dragon is a calculating man. He is a cold man. He is unsympathetic and uncompromising at the same time. These are qualities I admire and Im pleased to see a fellow champion is WZCW holds these, especially in an era where Steven Kurtesy of all people is the World Heavyweight Champion.
At Ascension, Dragon steps onto my home turf and he and I shall enjoy a quality match for sure. I do not underestimate his talents as a performer and I expect him to be one of my toughest challenges yet, but he has never experienced an evening in the ring with myself. He will soon learn why I am known as the Elite. I expect nothing more than the best from Black Dragon, and I hope he expects the same.
Constantine is somewhat baffled by how this conversation has turned as silence once more rules for a few seconds until it is broken again by Holmes.
Holmes: Now then, I think we require a toast.
Holmes manoeuvres himself towards a cabinet. He opens it to reveal two glasses of what appears to be Champaign already poured. He lifts them both out before handing one to Constantine, who examines the glass carefully.
Constantine: You had these set to drink already?
Holmes: Indeed I did. I was preparing to drink them sooner than this, but they are still consumable. So then, to victory!
Constantine: To victory!
The two men raise their glasses in potential victory before consuming the contents as we conclude our visit.