Richard Blonoff
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Ascension 103: Constantine vs. Mikey Stormrage
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"You are on in two minutes Mr. Stormrage."
"Thanks, I'm ready to roll."
I stood just a few feet from the gorilla position as Logan McAllister made his entrance to the ring. Faceless- I Am by Godsmack was playing as Matt Tastic made his way to where I was standing.
"You ready for tonight?"
"Yeah, and I can't thank you and Logan enough for agreeing to do this."
"You are headed into the biggest few weeks of your life, we need to grow your brand."
With that Matt headed onto the stage with microphone in hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your main event of the evening is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Boston, MA, weighing 275lbs pounds, "The Son of Boston" Logan McAllister!"
Some fans cheer for Logan as he waves to the crowd and stretches on the ropes.
"And his opponent, from San Francisco, California by way of Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing 325 pounds, ladies and gentlemen he is the future WZCW Heavyweight Champion, Mikey Stormrage!"
I made my way onto the stage to an enormous uproar of applause. I stopped to soak in the cheers from the packed Fargodome. I then slapped the stage then threw my arms in the air as I let out a primal roar. I high fived the fans along the barricade as I made my way to the ring. I climbed in and climbed to the nearest turnbuckle, shouting 'Game Over' to the fans before I hopped down and shook hands with Logan as the unnamed rookie referee asked if we were ready to go. Both Logan and I nodded and he called for the bell.
Logan advanced on me slowly as I circled counter clockwise to him in the ring. Finally he advanced and we locked up. I tired to shift low, but he anticipated it and blocked, before he quickly transitioned to a side headlock. I slapped his back a couple of times to try to get him to release the hold, but he kept it tight. I could feel him wrenching on the hold as I scrambled for a plan to break the hold. I decided to try to slam him out of it, so I wrapped my arms around him and lifted, dropping us both back. I could hear him grunt from the impact, but Logan was quick to roll to his feet though, not allowing me time to capitalize. I grinned at him, and he returned with a shoulder shrug. I applauded his efforts before we tied up a second time. This time we wrestled for position, neither of us able to grab the upper hand. Eventually Logan backed me into the ropes, forcing the referee to step in and break us up.
"Come on, we got six hundred pounds in the ring. These fans didn't pay good money to see a bunch of headlocks."
The crowd responded to Matt on the outside, so off the break I threw a big right hand to Logan, who blocked and hit one of his own.
"I think I saw teeth fly on that one. Mikey is going to find it hard to pick up prostitutes with a smile like that."
The crowd was laughing as Logan kept hitting big shots, backing me up. I blocked his bigger bombs, but he was throwing enough shots that some of his lesser jabs were getting through, so I was forced to keep backing up until I hit the turnbuckle. From there Logan hit a big chop across my chest. He hit a second, then a third, each one echoing throughout the arena. I looked down at my chest, it was already turning red with welts as Logan grabbed my arm and Irish whipped me across the ring. I could hear him running behind me, but I couldn't stop as he threw his weight into me, crunching me against the turnbuckle. I fell to the ground and Logan pulled me out corner and rolled me over and laid on top of me as the referee slid into position.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
I managed to push Logan off of me just after the ref said two. I tired to sit up, but Logan slapped on a tight chinlock.
"My God, he is taking him straight to chinlock city!"
I could hear and feel Logan laughing. Matt had provided me with enough of a distraction to leverage and bridge to my feet. I reached back and grabbed Logan's head and hit a sitout chin breaker to break the hold and get to my feet. Logan didn't go down, but he was stumbling around holding his jaw, allowing me to come in with a big clothesline, putting him down momentarily. He got back to his feet, so I went back to the well and hit another clothesline. He took a moment on the mat, but he was again back up quick. I went for a third clothesline, but he ducked. I turned and was met with a kick to my gut, before he planted me with a DDT. He rolled me over and hooked my leg as the ref hit the mat.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
I was able to kick out at about two and a half, but I could feel my head buzzing from the DDT. Logan took my arm and Irish whipped me into the ropes. I was able to duck his initial attack attempt, but off the rebound he simply shoulder blocked me to the mat. He then dragged me to my feet and tossed me into the corner. He began to knee me repetitively, the rookie referee taking his sweet ass time to break us apart.
"The last time I saw Mikey Stormrage get whipped this badly, he paid three hundred dollars in Japan for it."
I was growing a little tired of Matt picking the low hanging fruit. I took a look over to him, and he was taking a soda from a fan. I shouldn't have taken my eyes off of Logan though, as he hit me with a spinebuster out of the corner before he began to climb to the top rope. He called to the fans for the McAllisault. Thankfully he called it, so I was able to roll out of the way, letting him crash and burn.
"Crash and burn! Someone call nine one one, there has been an accident!"
Logan rolled out of the ring as I got to my feet. I waved at Matt to get out of the way and took a running start. I hit the ropes and launched myself through the middle and top ropes in the world's fattest suicide dive. I hit Logan hard, sending us both tumbling into the barricade.
"I hope Dr. Zeus and Constantine are taking notice, because my man is willing to do that and more to win the title."
The crowd erupted in applause when I sprung to my feet, feeling energized off hitting the big move. I grabbed some nachos from a fan in the front row and had a quick snack while Logan crawled to his feet. He was on his hands and knees when I rolled him back in into the ring. I climbed to the top rope, and waited for him to stand. I jumped and hit him with a big double axe handle to put him back on the mat. I stomped at his leg a couple of times, hoping to slow him down. I then got him to his feet and pulled him to the corner. I climbed to the second turnbuckle and begin to hammer punches down on him. Matt began to count in Spanish on the outside.
"UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
CUATRO!
CINCO!
SEIS!
SIETE!
OCHO!
NUEVE!
DIEZ!"
After the tenth punch, I hopped down and let Logan fall to the mat. I then climbed to the second rope and while using the top rope as leverage, I began to bounce up and down before I jumped and landed on Logan. The referee slid into place and counted the pin.
"ONE!"
"TWO"
Logan managed to kick out just before the three, but I was sure I had gotten three. I turned to the ref, annoyed, and smacked my hands together three times to signal that should have been three. He insisted it was only two. I shook my head and turned around and Logan, who had gotten to his feet, caught me with a stiff right hand and pushed me into the corner. He got a running start and then hit a big splash that he called Boston Strong. I took a few steps out of the corner, trying to get my footing, but my knees gave out and I collapsed. Logan then grabbed my legs and locked me in the Logan Lock. I began to scream in agony. I had never tapped out before, but I wanted to. I tried to desperately crawl to the ropes, but Logan fought me.
"Hey ref, what's that?"
Matt pointed to the far side of the ring, causing the referee to turn around. When he did, Matt grabbed my outstretched hand and put it on the bottom rope. When the referee turned around, Matt acted like he did nothing wrong, doing his best to look as nonchalant as possible, going so far as to whistle while the ref looked at him suspiciously before ordering Logan to break the hold.
"You son of a bitch."
Logan was trying not to laugh though as he spoke at Matt. I rolled over onto my back, trying to get feeling back into my legs by slapping them. Logan called again for the McAllisault, so I did my best to play opossum. Just as he began to jump, I rolled away and got to my feet just as he hit the mat again. As he got to his feet, I called for the ending and lifted him and hit Game Over. I hooked a leg as the crowd chanted along.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE!"
Matt enthusiastically ran and grabbed the bell and began to ring it obnoxiously.
"Here is your winner, the sexist S.O.B. from the state of Indiana, Mikey Stormrage!"
I allowed the referee to raise my hand as I slapped at my legs with my free hand. I then helped Logan to his feet. He extended a hand and he shook, before he raised my arm in victory, much to the delight of the crowd. Logan rolled out of the ring as I climbed the nearest turnbuckle and began to celebrate and pander to the crowd.
"Thanks for coming Fargo! Tune in later this week to see Mikey Stormrage kick Constantine's ass all over the Taco Bell Arena in Boise, Idaho! Drive safely!"
I went to knock at Logan's locker room door.
"Logan, its Mikey, quit *********ing and let me in."
After a few moments, Logan's son Hayden and his dad came to the door.
"Hey man, thanks for giving me a good match out there."
"No problem. You hit wicked hard.'
Hayden looked nervous, fidgeting and hiding behind his dad.
"Go ahead and ask him."
Hayden came out from hiding and looked up at me.
"Mr. Mikey, could I have a autograph for my book?"
I tussled his hair before I knelt next to him and signed his autograph book.
"Here you go buddy. Now I need you to do me a favor. Make sure your daddy never teams up with Eddie again, okay?"
Hayden nodded his head as he gleamed with happiness from the autograph. Logan simply laughed.
"That part of my career is thankfully behind me. Now I'm focused on giving the fans what they want."
"I've been doing it for four years now, trust me, you will go further listening to the fans than you will ignoring them. You have come along way since you debuted against me back at Unscripted last year. Welcome to the light side of the force brother."
I extended my hand and Logan shook it once again.
"I need you to do me a solid though."
"Anything.'
"You need to beat the piss out of Constantine this week, then get that title from Zeus at Gold Rush.'
I could feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, I quickly pulled it out to check who it was. It was my mother, it could wait.
"Will do. Now go park the car in Harvard Yard you crazy Bostonian."
"Thanks for assist tonight."
"Live Mas man, we are brothers to the end."
I took a drink of my rum and coke as Matt shoveled a piece of steak into his mouth.
"I need one more thing from you though."
"What's up?"
"You are a two time champion. I don't want to be known as just your sidekick. I want to win the big one. I need your help with that."
Matt took another bite of his steak before washing it down with his soda.
"You want me to teach you the ancient art of Kick Assery?"
I nodded as I took another sip of my drink.
"It won't be easy, but I'll do my best to get you in the best shape of your career. By the end of our training, you will be beating off Constantine with both hands."
Before I had time to laugh at Matt's slip up, my phone rang again. Again it was my mother. I sent the call to voicemail as the waitress came around to collect our check. Matt and I stepped outside and we hailed a cab to take us to our hotel room.
"Trust me, if you knock off your normal shenanigans and stick with me, you will be champ."
"Then you can win Gold Rush, and at Unscripted we can have Live Mas Fights Round Two: Electric Boogaloo. "
"Except this time, it will be game over for you."
"Thanks, I'm ready to roll."
I stood just a few feet from the gorilla position as Logan McAllister made his entrance to the ring. Faceless- I Am by Godsmack was playing as Matt Tastic made his way to where I was standing.
"You ready for tonight?"
"Yeah, and I can't thank you and Logan enough for agreeing to do this."
"You are headed into the biggest few weeks of your life, we need to grow your brand."
With that Matt headed onto the stage with microphone in hand.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your main event of the evening is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Boston, MA, weighing 275lbs pounds, "The Son of Boston" Logan McAllister!"
Some fans cheer for Logan as he waves to the crowd and stretches on the ropes.
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"And his opponent, from San Francisco, California by way of Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing 325 pounds, ladies and gentlemen he is the future WZCW Heavyweight Champion, Mikey Stormrage!"
I made my way onto the stage to an enormous uproar of applause. I stopped to soak in the cheers from the packed Fargodome. I then slapped the stage then threw my arms in the air as I let out a primal roar. I high fived the fans along the barricade as I made my way to the ring. I climbed in and climbed to the nearest turnbuckle, shouting 'Game Over' to the fans before I hopped down and shook hands with Logan as the unnamed rookie referee asked if we were ready to go. Both Logan and I nodded and he called for the bell.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Logan advanced on me slowly as I circled counter clockwise to him in the ring. Finally he advanced and we locked up. I tired to shift low, but he anticipated it and blocked, before he quickly transitioned to a side headlock. I slapped his back a couple of times to try to get him to release the hold, but he kept it tight. I could feel him wrenching on the hold as I scrambled for a plan to break the hold. I decided to try to slam him out of it, so I wrapped my arms around him and lifted, dropping us both back. I could hear him grunt from the impact, but Logan was quick to roll to his feet though, not allowing me time to capitalize. I grinned at him, and he returned with a shoulder shrug. I applauded his efforts before we tied up a second time. This time we wrestled for position, neither of us able to grab the upper hand. Eventually Logan backed me into the ropes, forcing the referee to step in and break us up.
"Come on, we got six hundred pounds in the ring. These fans didn't pay good money to see a bunch of headlocks."
The crowd responded to Matt on the outside, so off the break I threw a big right hand to Logan, who blocked and hit one of his own.
"I think I saw teeth fly on that one. Mikey is going to find it hard to pick up prostitutes with a smile like that."
The crowd was laughing as Logan kept hitting big shots, backing me up. I blocked his bigger bombs, but he was throwing enough shots that some of his lesser jabs were getting through, so I was forced to keep backing up until I hit the turnbuckle. From there Logan hit a big chop across my chest. He hit a second, then a third, each one echoing throughout the arena. I looked down at my chest, it was already turning red with welts as Logan grabbed my arm and Irish whipped me across the ring. I could hear him running behind me, but I couldn't stop as he threw his weight into me, crunching me against the turnbuckle. I fell to the ground and Logan pulled me out corner and rolled me over and laid on top of me as the referee slid into position.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
I managed to push Logan off of me just after the ref said two. I tired to sit up, but Logan slapped on a tight chinlock.
"My God, he is taking him straight to chinlock city!"
I could hear and feel Logan laughing. Matt had provided me with enough of a distraction to leverage and bridge to my feet. I reached back and grabbed Logan's head and hit a sitout chin breaker to break the hold and get to my feet. Logan didn't go down, but he was stumbling around holding his jaw, allowing me to come in with a big clothesline, putting him down momentarily. He got back to his feet, so I went back to the well and hit another clothesline. He took a moment on the mat, but he was again back up quick. I went for a third clothesline, but he ducked. I turned and was met with a kick to my gut, before he planted me with a DDT. He rolled me over and hooked my leg as the ref hit the mat.
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
I was able to kick out at about two and a half, but I could feel my head buzzing from the DDT. Logan took my arm and Irish whipped me into the ropes. I was able to duck his initial attack attempt, but off the rebound he simply shoulder blocked me to the mat. He then dragged me to my feet and tossed me into the corner. He began to knee me repetitively, the rookie referee taking his sweet ass time to break us apart.
"The last time I saw Mikey Stormrage get whipped this badly, he paid three hundred dollars in Japan for it."
I was growing a little tired of Matt picking the low hanging fruit. I took a look over to him, and he was taking a soda from a fan. I shouldn't have taken my eyes off of Logan though, as he hit me with a spinebuster out of the corner before he began to climb to the top rope. He called to the fans for the McAllisault. Thankfully he called it, so I was able to roll out of the way, letting him crash and burn.
"Crash and burn! Someone call nine one one, there has been an accident!"
Logan rolled out of the ring as I got to my feet. I waved at Matt to get out of the way and took a running start. I hit the ropes and launched myself through the middle and top ropes in the world's fattest suicide dive. I hit Logan hard, sending us both tumbling into the barricade.
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
"I hope Dr. Zeus and Constantine are taking notice, because my man is willing to do that and more to win the title."
The crowd erupted in applause when I sprung to my feet, feeling energized off hitting the big move. I grabbed some nachos from a fan in the front row and had a quick snack while Logan crawled to his feet. He was on his hands and knees when I rolled him back in into the ring. I climbed to the top rope, and waited for him to stand. I jumped and hit him with a big double axe handle to put him back on the mat. I stomped at his leg a couple of times, hoping to slow him down. I then got him to his feet and pulled him to the corner. I climbed to the second turnbuckle and begin to hammer punches down on him. Matt began to count in Spanish on the outside.
"UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
CUATRO!
CINCO!
SEIS!
SIETE!
OCHO!
NUEVE!
DIEZ!"
After the tenth punch, I hopped down and let Logan fall to the mat. I then climbed to the second rope and while using the top rope as leverage, I began to bounce up and down before I jumped and landed on Logan. The referee slid into place and counted the pin.
"ONE!"
"TWO"
Logan managed to kick out just before the three, but I was sure I had gotten three. I turned to the ref, annoyed, and smacked my hands together three times to signal that should have been three. He insisted it was only two. I shook my head and turned around and Logan, who had gotten to his feet, caught me with a stiff right hand and pushed me into the corner. He got a running start and then hit a big splash that he called Boston Strong. I took a few steps out of the corner, trying to get my footing, but my knees gave out and I collapsed. Logan then grabbed my legs and locked me in the Logan Lock. I began to scream in agony. I had never tapped out before, but I wanted to. I tried to desperately crawl to the ropes, but Logan fought me.
"Hey ref, what's that?"
Matt pointed to the far side of the ring, causing the referee to turn around. When he did, Matt grabbed my outstretched hand and put it on the bottom rope. When the referee turned around, Matt acted like he did nothing wrong, doing his best to look as nonchalant as possible, going so far as to whistle while the ref looked at him suspiciously before ordering Logan to break the hold.
"You son of a bitch."
Logan was trying not to laugh though as he spoke at Matt. I rolled over onto my back, trying to get feeling back into my legs by slapping them. Logan called again for the McAllisault, so I did my best to play opossum. Just as he began to jump, I rolled away and got to my feet just as he hit the mat again. As he got to his feet, I called for the ending and lifted him and hit Game Over. I hooked a leg as the crowd chanted along.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE!"
Matt enthusiastically ran and grabbed the bell and began to ring it obnoxiously.
"Here is your winner, the sexist S.O.B. from the state of Indiana, Mikey Stormrage!"
I allowed the referee to raise my hand as I slapped at my legs with my free hand. I then helped Logan to his feet. He extended a hand and he shook, before he raised my arm in victory, much to the delight of the crowd. Logan rolled out of the ring as I climbed the nearest turnbuckle and began to celebrate and pander to the crowd.
"Thanks for coming Fargo! Tune in later this week to see Mikey Stormrage kick Constantine's ass all over the Taco Bell Arena in Boise, Idaho! Drive safely!"
An hour after the show
I went to knock at Logan's locker room door.
"Logan, its Mikey, quit *********ing and let me in."
After a few moments, Logan's son Hayden and his dad came to the door.
"Hey man, thanks for giving me a good match out there."
"No problem. You hit wicked hard.'
Hayden looked nervous, fidgeting and hiding behind his dad.
"Go ahead and ask him."
Hayden came out from hiding and looked up at me.
"Mr. Mikey, could I have a autograph for my book?"
I tussled his hair before I knelt next to him and signed his autograph book.
"Here you go buddy. Now I need you to do me a favor. Make sure your daddy never teams up with Eddie again, okay?"
Hayden nodded his head as he gleamed with happiness from the autograph. Logan simply laughed.
"That part of my career is thankfully behind me. Now I'm focused on giving the fans what they want."
"I've been doing it for four years now, trust me, you will go further listening to the fans than you will ignoring them. You have come along way since you debuted against me back at Unscripted last year. Welcome to the light side of the force brother."
I extended my hand and Logan shook it once again.
"I need you to do me a solid though."
"Anything.'
"You need to beat the piss out of Constantine this week, then get that title from Zeus at Gold Rush.'
I could feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, I quickly pulled it out to check who it was. It was my mother, it could wait.
"Will do. Now go park the car in Harvard Yard you crazy Bostonian."
A few hours later at a local steak house
"Thanks for assist tonight."
"Live Mas man, we are brothers to the end."
I took a drink of my rum and coke as Matt shoveled a piece of steak into his mouth.
"I need one more thing from you though."
"What's up?"
"You are a two time champion. I don't want to be known as just your sidekick. I want to win the big one. I need your help with that."
Matt took another bite of his steak before washing it down with his soda.
"You want me to teach you the ancient art of Kick Assery?"
I nodded as I took another sip of my drink.
"It won't be easy, but I'll do my best to get you in the best shape of your career. By the end of our training, you will be beating off Constantine with both hands."
Before I had time to laugh at Matt's slip up, my phone rang again. Again it was my mother. I sent the call to voicemail as the waitress came around to collect our check. Matt and I stepped outside and we hailed a cab to take us to our hotel room.
"Trust me, if you knock off your normal shenanigans and stick with me, you will be champ."
"Then you can win Gold Rush, and at Unscripted we can have Live Mas Fights Round Two: Electric Boogaloo. "
"Except this time, it will be game over for you."
Constantine sits quietly in his study, looking down at his daughter who rocks back and forth on a play swing. As she sleeps, Constantine feels a peacefulness wash over him like a waterfall. Knowing that he had returned to Casey was the best feeling that Constantine could ever imagine. His fear of returning had all but evaporated and had been replaced by utter joy. Looking at her face, Constantine could see himself in her. His daughter, his world, his everything...
Mia: She's beautiful, isn't she?
Constantine lifts his head to look at Mia, who stands in the doorway. Choosing not to speak, Constantine merely lowers his gaze back towards his beautiful daughter and allows a wide smile to cross his tired features. The bruises of the match at Apocalypse were still clear for all to see but the feeling of pain was non-existent in the presence of such innocence and beauty. Mia moves inside the room and finds a spot at the side of the Power Trip as she looks down at their daughter too. For a moment, everything seemed perfect.
Mia: She loves having you back, John. I've never seen her this peaceful... Or as quiet.
Mia puts a hand on the shoulder of Constantine as she continues to smile towards her daughter.
Mia: All of that time you spent away, it was almost as though something was missing inside of her.
Constantine winces with awkward pain as Mia references his absence. He didn't like talking about it, as much as it was unavoidable really. Constantine knew fine well that he had let Mia and Casey down and burying it was never an option.
Constantine: I've been thinking, Mia. Let's get away for a while. My injuries are healing and maybe the best thing for us is a break away from what we've become so used to. It doesn't have to be far either. A week in Barbados or the Dominican... Just like we always wanted?
Mia offers Constantine a smile as he flits her gaze from her daughter to her partner.
Mia: I wish it were that simple, John. I wish I could just forgive you and that everything would go back to being okay. But the simple truth is that you ruined everything when you left us. You don't know how hard it was for me and Casey in those first few months. You dealt with everything before you left, John, I was like a puppet hanging from a string with no one to handle me.
Mia's words continue to roll into themselves as she becomes flustered.
Mia: That... That was a dream for another time. Everything we had, everything we could have had, it needs to take a back seat now. You controlled me, John. You held all of the cards and all of the power. It can't be like that any more... You can't control me. For now, just be the best father you can be. Everything else will come with time.
With that, Mia begins walking towards the door again as Constantine's eyes follow her. She offers him a smile before disappearing around the door. Alone with his thoughts once more, Constantine looks at is daughter again; the same peacefulness returning to his mind.
Power and control, he thought. Power and control.
Constantine eases over to the ropes and looks down upon his opponent lying on the canvas. Grabbing at the top rope, Constantine feels comfortable enough to offer the fans who have packed themselves into the arena. As soon as he does, a flurry of booing rains down upon him as he stretches his arms out wide to take in all of the hatred. It was a telling state of affairs, that even at house shows John Constantine could still be one of the most hated bastards on the entire roster.
Copeland: Truth be told, Constantine has been in charge of this match from the very start. This rookie hasn't even got out of the gates, Jack. And at this point, you just have to wonder when Constantine will put him out of his misery.
Cohen: Let me tell you something, Seabass. I have never seen John Constantine so focussed in a long time. I spoke to him a little earlier in the week and he wants me to stress to everyone just how much he wants his Championship back.
Copeland: With Apocalypse behind us and a startling draw the result of said match, perhaps Constantine is just in the mood to make someone pay. It certainly wouldn't be beneath The Power Trip to beg Vance or Becky to put him in the ring with some local talent. The poor kid has absolutely no chance.
Constantine lowers his arms and begins moving towards the rookie in the middle of the ring. The young man seems completely out of it as Constantine puts the boot to his throat and steps over his squirming body. The crowd continue to boo as the young man is thoroughly punished by the former World Champion; who takes the time to repeat the choke as he steps over him again. As he completes the action, Constantine allows another smile to appear on his face as he shrugs his shoulders and lets a wry laugh escape. With that, the young rookie on the mat begins to stir as he starts crawling towards Constantine. Constantine looks down on the young man without any mercy, almost as though he were a piece of meat and Constantine was hungry for his dinner. Constantine continues to laugh as he looks around the fans and asking them if that is all that they've got to offer him. Suddenly, the laugh disappears from the face of the Power Trip as he hoists the young man back to his unsteady feet. Putting one hand under the chin of the rookie, Constantine looks him deep in the eyes for a moment; a look of venom beginning to cross his features. Suddenly, Constantine whips him into the far ropes and as the young man returns. Constantine nails him with THE COLLATERAL DAMAGE! The wind is taken from the lungs of the young man as he collides with the canvas another time. The same can be said of the fans who immediately lose all lustre and passion for the match. Constantine gets to his knees and looks down at the young man one more time. Moving himself around the rookie, Constantine begins covering his opponent as the referee begins the fall. 1... 2... Constantine pulls the rookie's shoulder off of the mat!
Copeland: Oh, come on, John! This match should be over and we all know it. There is utterly no need for this match to continue. Someone really should do something about this.
Cohen: That's the way, Johnny boy! Show all of these people just what happens when you have the nerve to step into the ring with someone of your quality.
Constantine smiles one more time before getting to his feet and continuing to stare down at the hopeless wrestler in front of him. On the mat, the small wrestler really looks utterly spent. He is clearly a lot smaller than his opponent and lacks the muscle of The Power Trip. But that is no concern to the former World Champion as he grabs him by the arm and begins hoisting him to his feet one more time. Once vertical, Constantine whips him across the ring one more time and nails him with THE AXIS! Both men hit the canvas one final time as a deathly silence falls over the arena. Constantine rolls onto his back and lets out a laugh as he begins to sit up. He turns his head and looks down at his opponent; smiling all of the time. Constantine drapes himself over the young man and waits for the referee to make the count. 1... 2... 3! It's over!
Harrys: Here is your winner... John Constantine!!
Copeland: Well, that was a decision that was never in doubt folks. Constantine picks up the win against Michael Hobbs here tonight. But thank God that Constantine seen sense and put him out of his misery.
Cohen: Nonsense, Seabass. That kid could have gone another 10 minutes! Ha!
Copeland: Oh no...
With that, Constantine rolls under the bottom rope and out onto the matted stone floor below. Moving around the steps, Constantine marches over to the position of the time-keeper and picks up a microphone from the table he sits at. Turning on his heels immediately, Constantine re-enters the ring and goes to speak. Before he does though, the young man on the canvas begins to stir; a motion which catches the eye and the ire of the Power Trip. Constantine screws up his face with rage before kicking the rookie out of the ring and out onto the mats below.
Constantine: It's been a long time since I chose to appear at a house show. I hope you truly realise how grateful you should all be?
The Power Trip's question does not seem to be well-received in the arena as yet more booing meets the words of the victorious competitor.
Constantine: And by now you're probably wondering why, of all night and all places, did I end up wrestling a match in this hole of a town?
Again, more booing meets the words of the most successful Elite Openweight Champion in the history of WZCW.
Constantine: Well, it is a funny story actually. A few days ago, I happened to be backstage at a house show. As I wandered through the halls with my usual statesmanlike decorum, I heard some cheering, the likes of which can only be dreamed about by the likes of the man I just faced in this ring. It was for a megastar and a true fan-favourite. Pops like that, I thought, are reserved for the truly great amongst the wrestling world. The likes of Titus, Everest and Showtime Cougar could expect it; that much is true. So, somewhat against my better judgement, I ventured towards the curtain to see just who was allowed such a meaningful and wonderful response from all of you...
Constantine stops a for a moment as his face becoming twisted with venom again.
Constantine: Imagine my surprise when it transpired that it was reserved for Mikey Stormrage and Logan McAllister!
The Power Trip lets a out a laugh as he considers the ridiculous nature of the idea.
Constantine: These two men, completely unremarkable in every sense of the word, were bringing down the house. So I thought to myself that you people deserved better than that. Those two overweight and, frankly, over-hyped men should not be the highlight of your week. And although I have reached such a level within this company that I don't have to work house shows, I thought I would show you what real talent is. No longer would you have to settle for two men whose biggest achievement is not dying from a heart attack at such a young age...
Constantine seems pleased with himself as his joke is met with numerous shaking heads in the audience.
Constantine: And although I wasn't booked to be here tonight, I made sure that you were all treated to that wonderfully competitive match that you all just witnessed. And although Vance Bateman is through the curtain worrying about his timing, he wont come out here and stop me. And do you know why that is, ladies and gentlemen? Because I have the power!
The former World Champion lets out an incredulous laugh as he continues.
Constantine: In fact, no one is going to come out here and stop me. I have the power to do as I please. I have worked tirelessly to make this company a better place and it has come with it's share of reward. The truth of the matter is that WZCW doesn't want people like Mikey Stormrage and Logan McAllister. It doesn't want coronary advertisements as it's Champions. It wants people like yours truly to the face of the company. To consider anything else to be the truth is just pure fantasy. But the fantasy ends for Mikey Stormrage at Ascension this week.
Finally, Constantine's trademark look of focus returns.
Constantine: Because I have the power, Mikey. ME! Keep telling yourself that you have what it takes because your fantasy ends soon. True power cannot be stopped, Mikey. Consider this your final warning... Expect me!
With that, Constantine tosses the microphone to the outside of the ring and makes his way out after it. Moving up the ramp, Constantine marches through the curtain and out of sight.
Mia: She's beautiful, isn't she?
Constantine lifts his head to look at Mia, who stands in the doorway. Choosing not to speak, Constantine merely lowers his gaze back towards his beautiful daughter and allows a wide smile to cross his tired features. The bruises of the match at Apocalypse were still clear for all to see but the feeling of pain was non-existent in the presence of such innocence and beauty. Mia moves inside the room and finds a spot at the side of the Power Trip as she looks down at their daughter too. For a moment, everything seemed perfect.
Mia: She loves having you back, John. I've never seen her this peaceful... Or as quiet.
Mia puts a hand on the shoulder of Constantine as she continues to smile towards her daughter.
Mia: All of that time you spent away, it was almost as though something was missing inside of her.
Constantine winces with awkward pain as Mia references his absence. He didn't like talking about it, as much as it was unavoidable really. Constantine knew fine well that he had let Mia and Casey down and burying it was never an option.
Constantine: I've been thinking, Mia. Let's get away for a while. My injuries are healing and maybe the best thing for us is a break away from what we've become so used to. It doesn't have to be far either. A week in Barbados or the Dominican... Just like we always wanted?
Mia offers Constantine a smile as he flits her gaze from her daughter to her partner.
Mia: I wish it were that simple, John. I wish I could just forgive you and that everything would go back to being okay. But the simple truth is that you ruined everything when you left us. You don't know how hard it was for me and Casey in those first few months. You dealt with everything before you left, John, I was like a puppet hanging from a string with no one to handle me.
Mia's words continue to roll into themselves as she becomes flustered.
Mia: That... That was a dream for another time. Everything we had, everything we could have had, it needs to take a back seat now. You controlled me, John. You held all of the cards and all of the power. It can't be like that any more... You can't control me. For now, just be the best father you can be. Everything else will come with time.
With that, Mia begins walking towards the door again as Constantine's eyes follow her. She offers him a smile before disappearing around the door. Alone with his thoughts once more, Constantine looks at is daughter again; the same peacefulness returning to his mind.
Power and control, he thought. Power and control.
* * *
A few days later...
A few days later...
Constantine eases over to the ropes and looks down upon his opponent lying on the canvas. Grabbing at the top rope, Constantine feels comfortable enough to offer the fans who have packed themselves into the arena. As soon as he does, a flurry of booing rains down upon him as he stretches his arms out wide to take in all of the hatred. It was a telling state of affairs, that even at house shows John Constantine could still be one of the most hated bastards on the entire roster.
Copeland: Truth be told, Constantine has been in charge of this match from the very start. This rookie hasn't even got out of the gates, Jack. And at this point, you just have to wonder when Constantine will put him out of his misery.
Cohen: Let me tell you something, Seabass. I have never seen John Constantine so focussed in a long time. I spoke to him a little earlier in the week and he wants me to stress to everyone just how much he wants his Championship back.
Copeland: With Apocalypse behind us and a startling draw the result of said match, perhaps Constantine is just in the mood to make someone pay. It certainly wouldn't be beneath The Power Trip to beg Vance or Becky to put him in the ring with some local talent. The poor kid has absolutely no chance.
Constantine lowers his arms and begins moving towards the rookie in the middle of the ring. The young man seems completely out of it as Constantine puts the boot to his throat and steps over his squirming body. The crowd continue to boo as the young man is thoroughly punished by the former World Champion; who takes the time to repeat the choke as he steps over him again. As he completes the action, Constantine allows another smile to appear on his face as he shrugs his shoulders and lets a wry laugh escape. With that, the young rookie on the mat begins to stir as he starts crawling towards Constantine. Constantine looks down on the young man without any mercy, almost as though he were a piece of meat and Constantine was hungry for his dinner. Constantine continues to laugh as he looks around the fans and asking them if that is all that they've got to offer him. Suddenly, the laugh disappears from the face of the Power Trip as he hoists the young man back to his unsteady feet. Putting one hand under the chin of the rookie, Constantine looks him deep in the eyes for a moment; a look of venom beginning to cross his features. Suddenly, Constantine whips him into the far ropes and as the young man returns. Constantine nails him with THE COLLATERAL DAMAGE! The wind is taken from the lungs of the young man as he collides with the canvas another time. The same can be said of the fans who immediately lose all lustre and passion for the match. Constantine gets to his knees and looks down at the young man one more time. Moving himself around the rookie, Constantine begins covering his opponent as the referee begins the fall. 1... 2... Constantine pulls the rookie's shoulder off of the mat!
Copeland: Oh, come on, John! This match should be over and we all know it. There is utterly no need for this match to continue. Someone really should do something about this.
Cohen: That's the way, Johnny boy! Show all of these people just what happens when you have the nerve to step into the ring with someone of your quality.
Constantine smiles one more time before getting to his feet and continuing to stare down at the hopeless wrestler in front of him. On the mat, the small wrestler really looks utterly spent. He is clearly a lot smaller than his opponent and lacks the muscle of The Power Trip. But that is no concern to the former World Champion as he grabs him by the arm and begins hoisting him to his feet one more time. Once vertical, Constantine whips him across the ring one more time and nails him with THE AXIS! Both men hit the canvas one final time as a deathly silence falls over the arena. Constantine rolls onto his back and lets out a laugh as he begins to sit up. He turns his head and looks down at his opponent; smiling all of the time. Constantine drapes himself over the young man and waits for the referee to make the count. 1... 2... 3! It's over!
Harrys: Here is your winner... John Constantine!!
Copeland: Well, that was a decision that was never in doubt folks. Constantine picks up the win against Michael Hobbs here tonight. But thank God that Constantine seen sense and put him out of his misery.
Cohen: Nonsense, Seabass. That kid could have gone another 10 minutes! Ha!
Copeland: Oh no...
With that, Constantine rolls under the bottom rope and out onto the matted stone floor below. Moving around the steps, Constantine marches over to the position of the time-keeper and picks up a microphone from the table he sits at. Turning on his heels immediately, Constantine re-enters the ring and goes to speak. Before he does though, the young man on the canvas begins to stir; a motion which catches the eye and the ire of the Power Trip. Constantine screws up his face with rage before kicking the rookie out of the ring and out onto the mats below.
Constantine: It's been a long time since I chose to appear at a house show. I hope you truly realise how grateful you should all be?
The Power Trip's question does not seem to be well-received in the arena as yet more booing meets the words of the victorious competitor.
Constantine: And by now you're probably wondering why, of all night and all places, did I end up wrestling a match in this hole of a town?
Again, more booing meets the words of the most successful Elite Openweight Champion in the history of WZCW.
Constantine: Well, it is a funny story actually. A few days ago, I happened to be backstage at a house show. As I wandered through the halls with my usual statesmanlike decorum, I heard some cheering, the likes of which can only be dreamed about by the likes of the man I just faced in this ring. It was for a megastar and a true fan-favourite. Pops like that, I thought, are reserved for the truly great amongst the wrestling world. The likes of Titus, Everest and Showtime Cougar could expect it; that much is true. So, somewhat against my better judgement, I ventured towards the curtain to see just who was allowed such a meaningful and wonderful response from all of you...
Constantine stops a for a moment as his face becoming twisted with venom again.
Constantine: Imagine my surprise when it transpired that it was reserved for Mikey Stormrage and Logan McAllister!
The Power Trip lets a out a laugh as he considers the ridiculous nature of the idea.
Constantine: These two men, completely unremarkable in every sense of the word, were bringing down the house. So I thought to myself that you people deserved better than that. Those two overweight and, frankly, over-hyped men should not be the highlight of your week. And although I have reached such a level within this company that I don't have to work house shows, I thought I would show you what real talent is. No longer would you have to settle for two men whose biggest achievement is not dying from a heart attack at such a young age...
Constantine seems pleased with himself as his joke is met with numerous shaking heads in the audience.
Constantine: And although I wasn't booked to be here tonight, I made sure that you were all treated to that wonderfully competitive match that you all just witnessed. And although Vance Bateman is through the curtain worrying about his timing, he wont come out here and stop me. And do you know why that is, ladies and gentlemen? Because I have the power!
The former World Champion lets out an incredulous laugh as he continues.
Constantine: In fact, no one is going to come out here and stop me. I have the power to do as I please. I have worked tirelessly to make this company a better place and it has come with it's share of reward. The truth of the matter is that WZCW doesn't want people like Mikey Stormrage and Logan McAllister. It doesn't want coronary advertisements as it's Champions. It wants people like yours truly to the face of the company. To consider anything else to be the truth is just pure fantasy. But the fantasy ends for Mikey Stormrage at Ascension this week.
Finally, Constantine's trademark look of focus returns.
Constantine: Because I have the power, Mikey. ME! Keep telling yourself that you have what it takes because your fantasy ends soon. True power cannot be stopped, Mikey. Consider this your final warning... Expect me!
With that, Constantine tosses the microphone to the outside of the ring and makes his way out after it. Moving up the ramp, Constantine marches through the curtain and out of sight.
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