Steven Holmes shouldnt be in a good mood. He should be grumpy, disgruntled, annoyed. He should be frustrated. But, he is happy. Not only happy, but anticipating his next opportunity to bring himself pleasure. That wont come from sleeping with his wife. It wont come from enjoying a delicious meal. No, it will come from his job. He loves his job. His job is to hurt people. And this week, hes going to hurt people, with a former foe of the stable The Crashin Movement. This week hell hurt people with a man of dignity, a man of class, and a man who too should be frustrated and angry, but too is looking forward to the violence that will come. That man is John Constantine.
The two men are sat across from one-another, however between them is a dining table. The two gentlemen are enjoying some lobster bisque. To their sides are two glasses filled with what appears to be wine. John Constantine has a suitcase beside him, while behind Holmes is a framed replica of his Tag Team Championship. Holmes finishes his bisque and is shortly followed by Constantine. The duos bowls are collected by two servants and they disappear towards the kitchen.
Holmes: Ah, nothing like a piping hot soup to prepare you for a good meal, and what I hope will be a good discussion Constantine. I hope that suitcase is what I think it is.
Constantine lifts the case up, placing it in front of him, opening it up. There is almost a golden aura coming from it. Constantine slowly takes out whatever is in the case, and places it in front of the case for Holmes to view in all its glory. It is the Elite X Championship. A grin comes across Holmes face.
Holmes: At last, the Elite X Championship, in the home of The Elite. Perhaps not in the way I had intended, but at least its here.
Constantine is watching Holmes carefully, monitoring Holmes who licks his lips with delight and his desire for the championship is obvious. Constantine lets out a slight chuckle, despite its volume, Holmes notices it.
Holmes: What are you laughing about?
Constantine: You want this championship. You want it so bad you can taste it, despite the delicious soup you just consumed. Well isnt a shame that I hold it and you dont?
Holmes: Hold it seems like the correct term, after all you didnt win it did you? You stole it.
Gone is Constantines smile, in its place is a dark and sinister look. One of pure evil you could say.
Holmes: No, you havent got any gold to your name even though you were touted as the future of WZCW. Even though you have arguably the biggest mouth in the entire company, you never can seem to pull through when its needed. I on the other hand have gold adorning my walls. Ive been to the top of the tag team division. I scaled that mountain and stood atop it, unlike you.
Constantine is outraged by this statement and stands up in disgust, prepared to leave.
Holmes: Relax; Im simply, whats the expression, breaking your balls? Please, take your seat Constantine.
Holmes motions to the seat. Constantine retakes his seat.
Holmes: Now, I didnt just call you here to invite you to dinner. Lets face it, we dont really get along. However we are tag team partners this week on Ascension, and we both havent exactly had what we want over the last few weeks. Hell, in your case what we wanted over the last few months.
Constantines face has a sour look on it.
Holmes: I mean, lets see, ever since you were ganged up on by the five other participants of the EurAsian Championship match at All or Nothing, my finest hour to date by the way, youve been on a downward spiral. You failed to best Austin Reynolds, you were outwitted and used by David Cougar, and of course you were upset by Sam Smith of all people.
Constantine stands up in protest of Holmes verbal abuse of him.
Constantine: Enough! Get to the point before I beat you to a pulp.
Holmes s******s.
Holmes: Youre getting angry John, ands that, to be frank, is my point. Youre frustrated. You feel disrespected by lesser talent on the roster. You feel like you should sit atop the mountain, but instead all youre doing is falling off of it. You are sick and you are tired of it. Am I right?
Constantine collects himself and ponders the question for a moment.
Constantine: I suppose you are yes.
Holmes: Well I share the same problem. The two of us sit here with less than spectacular win/loss records, and yet we know that we are better than most, if not all. We know that we are men of dignity, men of honour, and men of class. We know thats what we are, and yet rage boils over in you. Just look at the vicious beating you handed out to Smith post match on Ascension. I mean, I thank you for ridding us of that vermin for the moment, but it wasnt exactly befitting someone of your ability to stoop to that destructive level now was it?
Constantine: Youre one to talk. Look at the assaults you keep dishing out to Kurtesy. Thats hardly up to your own standards now is it. After all, that simply weakens your argument for being the best wrestler in the world.
Holmes: My point exactly. Weve let vicious, violent streaks get the better of us. Weve let our anger seep out, and now we need to get ourselves back on track. I once said its good to unleash a little Mayhem once in a while, but not all the time. I know that myself and Kurtesy will do battle again, and then I will release a furious anger stronger than that of God himself, but until then, its up to me and to you to demonstrate why we are of a better class, and it has to start when we team against the Mayhem scum.
Constantine: Ah yes, I forgot, you despise the Mayhem division. But werent you saying that you saved the division? That didnt work out so well then?
Holmes: I thought I had saved it. I thought wrong. I believed that men like Chris Jones, Ferbian and even Wilhelm Wunderbar had saved the division from the pit of doom. I believed wrong. Soon they left, and in their place stood wretched trash like Saxton and Bowen. Both these men are horrid. Both these men use unnecessary violence, much like Kurtesy would use with that submission hold. I will have that banned.
Constantine shakes his head, as if hes heard it all before.
Holmes: My apologies. Anyway, Bowen believes by causing maximum damage he can be the greatest champion the Mayhem division has ever seen. What a deplorable tactic that is. Dispicible doesnt do it justice. Its a rotten, dirty and dreadful tactic that only serves to strengthen my point on the Mayhem division. And as for Saxton--
Constantine: Saxton is a violent criminal in essence. Hes someone who needs to be stopped before he can harm people. Sure he may save a few lives, but innocent people are hurt in his foolhardy approach to things, and this transferring to WZCW will only further damage the rotten heart that is the Mayhem division. Were you going to say something like that?
Holmes smiles ear-to-ear. Constantine does the same. Both laugh simultaneously.
Holmes: Its good to know that someone has the dignity and class to share the same, correct point of view that I hold.
Constantine: Isnt it just.
Holmes: Well then, I propose a toast.
Holmes grabs his glass, Constantine does the same.
Holmes: To victory with honour.
Constantine: Victory with honour.
The two tap their glasses and drink as we fade out.
