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Ascension 110: Austin Reynolds(c) vs. Logan McAllister - Elite Openweight Title
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Holmes: What the hell?!
We see Austin, Abel Hunnicutt and Steven Holmes in the back of a luxurious car shouting into a phone. If the volume at which he spoke wasnt clear then Holmes face gave him away. His eyes are wide and bulging, his face becomes redder by the second. Neither Abel or Austin appear fazed.
Holmes: Those imbeciles are trying to mess with us already! How dare they!
All the fuss has piqued Austins attention.
Reynolds: Whats wrong?
The Elite struggles to regain a semblance of composure. He takes a second before addressing Austin through gritted teeth.
Holmes: Our esteemed associates at WZCW have felt it necessary to book you in another title defence.
Reynolds: McAllister?
Holmes: Yes
Reynolds: Well Im not that bothered really.
Holmes glares at him, clearly unable to comprehend why Austin isnt reflecting the same anger.
Reynolds: What?
Holmes breaks his furious staredown with Austin to dial a number on his phone.
Reynolds: Steven, I already handled Mark Keaton on next to no notice by myself. A defence so soon after isnt ideal but ideal but I get more than enough notice this time around.
Austin slaps a hand on Abels leg which stirs the giant.
Reynolds: Its like ol Abels been saying were gona make it work for us and give em hell on earth.
Hunnicutt: Weve already made Logan a cas-u-alty once, that boys a fool if hes a-coming back for more.
Still infuriated Steven sits silenced by the confidence of his troops.
Reynolds: So we can guess that Logan came after because he wants payback. I get that of course. The guy is pretty simple after all. WZCW has dangled a golden carrot in front of his face and hes blinkered, he cant get past what happened at Meltdown 130 so of course he has snaffled the opportunity to come at me.
Holmes: Youre awfully confident.
For a second Austin flashes a look full of new-found self-assurance. For the briefest of moments, he appears every bit like a man revelling in his run as a two time champion. Almost instantly it disappears as he feigns sarcasm.
Reynolds: Who would have thought it?
Holmes: Alright stop playing the fool.
Its clear that Holmes is steaming mad with the situation. That Austin has the gall to display confidence is not helping his mood.
Reynolds: Fine. Youre the mastermind so whats the plan? Make sure Abel and Constantine are on hand again? Get the match thrown out before it even starts?
Holmes: You shouldnt count on Abel and John. They have Tastic and Ryder to deal with.
Hunnicutt: That boy Ry-dur got the case. You dont want that problem. Well handle him for ya. We wont let him be much of a problem for ya.
Holmes: The option that you can rely on is the champions' advantage. But DQ, count-out just seem too convenient. We dont want him sticking around.
Reynolds: So ideally Ill just beat him.
Holmes: Exactly like everyone else, but the title is the priority.
Reynolds: Of course.
The door next to Austin opens and he jumps as there was no hint that the car had even stopped. Just out of sight the driver announces himself.
Driver: Weve arrived Mr Reynolds.
Holmes: Weve talked about McAllister before. The same applies here.
Reynolds: Right.
Suddenly, Austins gut is full of nerves. He is shy, quiet, petrified even.
Holmes: Hes going to be confident, hes going to throw you around and it will hurt.
Austin doesnt acknowledge that. Its clear that something in his demeanour has changed and he is distracted as he fumbles around his seat belt.
Holmes: And if you go in half-cocked you will get hurt and you will lose.
More ignorance from Austin only serves to fuel Holmes simmering frustrations and he pokes Austin on the knee with his cane.
Holmes: Austin, losing is not an option.
Reynolds: Alright I get it.
Austin finally frees himself from the shackling seatbelt and frantically jumps out the car. The driver shuts the door and retreats to the front. Austin regains a facade of calm but before he can move, the window whirs down.
Holmes: It would be such a shame if this new house falls through, so close to moving day. I was quite looking forward to hanging your championship over the fireplace.
Austin grimaces. Although Holmes had no reason to mask the intent of his words, the message was abrasively clear. Since arriving here, Austin had a million things rushing through his mind and it was more than enough to distract him from the subject of work.
This was Family. This was about more than work. This was Child Services.
A few hours later, Austin is sitting in a well worn room, there are toys everywhere and the walls are covered in notices of various colours. The furniture is not in great condition but Austin is sitting cross-legged on the floor. Around him are his twin daughters, who are quite taken with the colourful objects around them. For the first time in what looks like forever, Austin is smiling and content, happy even as his girls get his absolute, undivided attention. His face creases as his girls roll around and his laughter lines receive a well-overdue work-out.
Reynolds: Whats that sweetie? Aw wow.
He takes a plastic toy elephant and makes it walk across his knee.
Reynolds: Come here girlies. You want to hear a story? Storytime?
Austin reaches for one and places her on his knee. The other crawls a little closer.
Reynolds: Daddys found some treasure recently! I found it when a mean lady dropped it at a big party! Finding it made Daddy very happy. Happy happy happy!
He reaches out and tickles the girls, which draws sweet little giggles and gummy smiles.
Reynolds: And now Ive got to keep hold of it from some more bad people! I do! I gotsta keep hold of it. From the loud dwarf! Or the troll who sounds funny! I gotta hide it from them all got to keep the treasure!
The girls babble something incomprehensible that draws another smile from Austin.
Reynolds: Thats right, treasure! So when I go away again, Ive got to make sure that I come back with my treasure so I can keep playing with it. Come here sweeties.
He gently lifts each girl onto his laps and pulls them in for a cuddle. He kisses one forehead gently and nuzzles his cheek into the curly, tousled hair of the other. He closes his eyes. Its nearly time to focus on the battle with the loud troll, the battle to keep hold of his treasure.
Of course it was never so straightforward but right here and now, WZCW boiled down to being pretty simple stuff. This was what was truly complicated for Austin right now. Family; being a dad to the daughters that he created as part of a loving relationship. Yet it was the relationship that he had forced apart so very easily. These girls had no part in that in that. They didnt no know much beyond the day to day. Austin knew that what he had put Hayley through only became tougher when they came along. In his own little bubble of alcohol and lord knows what else; Austin had been so ignorant to that struggle.
But in the bubble of this room, in the here and now, Austin considers that maybe he could be the hero to slay the trolls, warriors and loudmouths who had their eyes on his treasure. The means with which he became that hero didnt feel important right now. Austin felt certain that maintaining his own army was the best way to keep the championship in his possession.
This was the thoughts that occupied his mind as he relaxed, hugging his daughters. Then he hears it, like music to his ears, the barely audible snore from the girls. Being a hero for them gave him the clearest thoughts he had in some time. Vis Imperium felt right, the wars that he had already fought to regain and then retain the Elite Openweight champion felt just. This was not a feeling to throw away or be ignored.
Maybe he could have both. Or was that too much like happiness?
On the other side of the mirrored glass, looking straight at the innocent faces in front of her is Austins ex-wife Hayley. She is wrought with confusion, desperately struggling to reconcile the love that she has for her angelic sleeping children alongside the contempt for Austin. Yet for all of the ill feeling she has built up for Austin, there is no hiding the lingering feeling of love that she still has deep down for him especially while he holds their children.
We see Austin, Abel Hunnicutt and Steven Holmes in the back of a luxurious car shouting into a phone. If the volume at which he spoke wasnt clear then Holmes face gave him away. His eyes are wide and bulging, his face becomes redder by the second. Neither Abel or Austin appear fazed.
Holmes: Those imbeciles are trying to mess with us already! How dare they!
All the fuss has piqued Austins attention.
Reynolds: Whats wrong?
The Elite struggles to regain a semblance of composure. He takes a second before addressing Austin through gritted teeth.
Holmes: Our esteemed associates at WZCW have felt it necessary to book you in another title defence.
Reynolds: McAllister?
Holmes: Yes
Reynolds: Well Im not that bothered really.
Holmes glares at him, clearly unable to comprehend why Austin isnt reflecting the same anger.
Reynolds: What?
Holmes breaks his furious staredown with Austin to dial a number on his phone.
Reynolds: Steven, I already handled Mark Keaton on next to no notice by myself. A defence so soon after isnt ideal but ideal but I get more than enough notice this time around.
Austin slaps a hand on Abels leg which stirs the giant.
Reynolds: Its like ol Abels been saying were gona make it work for us and give em hell on earth.
Hunnicutt: Weve already made Logan a cas-u-alty once, that boys a fool if hes a-coming back for more.
Still infuriated Steven sits silenced by the confidence of his troops.
Reynolds: So we can guess that Logan came after because he wants payback. I get that of course. The guy is pretty simple after all. WZCW has dangled a golden carrot in front of his face and hes blinkered, he cant get past what happened at Meltdown 130 so of course he has snaffled the opportunity to come at me.
Holmes: Youre awfully confident.
For a second Austin flashes a look full of new-found self-assurance. For the briefest of moments, he appears every bit like a man revelling in his run as a two time champion. Almost instantly it disappears as he feigns sarcasm.
Reynolds: Who would have thought it?
Holmes: Alright stop playing the fool.
Its clear that Holmes is steaming mad with the situation. That Austin has the gall to display confidence is not helping his mood.
Reynolds: Fine. Youre the mastermind so whats the plan? Make sure Abel and Constantine are on hand again? Get the match thrown out before it even starts?
Holmes: You shouldnt count on Abel and John. They have Tastic and Ryder to deal with.
Hunnicutt: That boy Ry-dur got the case. You dont want that problem. Well handle him for ya. We wont let him be much of a problem for ya.
Holmes: The option that you can rely on is the champions' advantage. But DQ, count-out just seem too convenient. We dont want him sticking around.
Reynolds: So ideally Ill just beat him.
Holmes: Exactly like everyone else, but the title is the priority.
Reynolds: Of course.
The door next to Austin opens and he jumps as there was no hint that the car had even stopped. Just out of sight the driver announces himself.
Driver: Weve arrived Mr Reynolds.
Holmes: Weve talked about McAllister before. The same applies here.
Reynolds: Right.
Suddenly, Austins gut is full of nerves. He is shy, quiet, petrified even.
Holmes: Hes going to be confident, hes going to throw you around and it will hurt.
Austin doesnt acknowledge that. Its clear that something in his demeanour has changed and he is distracted as he fumbles around his seat belt.
Holmes: And if you go in half-cocked you will get hurt and you will lose.
More ignorance from Austin only serves to fuel Holmes simmering frustrations and he pokes Austin on the knee with his cane.
Holmes: Austin, losing is not an option.
Reynolds: Alright I get it.
Austin finally frees himself from the shackling seatbelt and frantically jumps out the car. The driver shuts the door and retreats to the front. Austin regains a facade of calm but before he can move, the window whirs down.
Holmes: It would be such a shame if this new house falls through, so close to moving day. I was quite looking forward to hanging your championship over the fireplace.
Austin grimaces. Although Holmes had no reason to mask the intent of his words, the message was abrasively clear. Since arriving here, Austin had a million things rushing through his mind and it was more than enough to distract him from the subject of work.
This was Family. This was about more than work. This was Child Services.
A few hours later, Austin is sitting in a well worn room, there are toys everywhere and the walls are covered in notices of various colours. The furniture is not in great condition but Austin is sitting cross-legged on the floor. Around him are his twin daughters, who are quite taken with the colourful objects around them. For the first time in what looks like forever, Austin is smiling and content, happy even as his girls get his absolute, undivided attention. His face creases as his girls roll around and his laughter lines receive a well-overdue work-out.
Reynolds: Whats that sweetie? Aw wow.
He takes a plastic toy elephant and makes it walk across his knee.
Reynolds: Come here girlies. You want to hear a story? Storytime?
Austin reaches for one and places her on his knee. The other crawls a little closer.
Reynolds: Daddys found some treasure recently! I found it when a mean lady dropped it at a big party! Finding it made Daddy very happy. Happy happy happy!
He reaches out and tickles the girls, which draws sweet little giggles and gummy smiles.
Reynolds: And now Ive got to keep hold of it from some more bad people! I do! I gotsta keep hold of it. From the loud dwarf! Or the troll who sounds funny! I gotta hide it from them all got to keep the treasure!
The girls babble something incomprehensible that draws another smile from Austin.
Reynolds: Thats right, treasure! So when I go away again, Ive got to make sure that I come back with my treasure so I can keep playing with it. Come here sweeties.
He gently lifts each girl onto his laps and pulls them in for a cuddle. He kisses one forehead gently and nuzzles his cheek into the curly, tousled hair of the other. He closes his eyes. Its nearly time to focus on the battle with the loud troll, the battle to keep hold of his treasure.
Of course it was never so straightforward but right here and now, WZCW boiled down to being pretty simple stuff. This was what was truly complicated for Austin right now. Family; being a dad to the daughters that he created as part of a loving relationship. Yet it was the relationship that he had forced apart so very easily. These girls had no part in that in that. They didnt no know much beyond the day to day. Austin knew that what he had put Hayley through only became tougher when they came along. In his own little bubble of alcohol and lord knows what else; Austin had been so ignorant to that struggle.
But in the bubble of this room, in the here and now, Austin considers that maybe he could be the hero to slay the trolls, warriors and loudmouths who had their eyes on his treasure. The means with which he became that hero didnt feel important right now. Austin felt certain that maintaining his own army was the best way to keep the championship in his possession.
This was the thoughts that occupied his mind as he relaxed, hugging his daughters. Then he hears it, like music to his ears, the barely audible snore from the girls. Being a hero for them gave him the clearest thoughts he had in some time. Vis Imperium felt right, the wars that he had already fought to regain and then retain the Elite Openweight champion felt just. This was not a feeling to throw away or be ignored.
Maybe he could have both. Or was that too much like happiness?
On the other side of the mirrored glass, looking straight at the innocent faces in front of her is Austins ex-wife Hayley. She is wrought with confusion, desperately struggling to reconcile the love that she has for her angelic sleeping children alongside the contempt for Austin. Yet for all of the ill feeling she has built up for Austin, there is no hiding the lingering feeling of love that she still has deep down for him especially while he holds their children.
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Backstage at Ascension 109
Logan McAllister was walking backstage with his fiancee Brittany O'Shea.There was some frustration on Logan's face as he didn't like how his match had ended. That degenerate Tony Mancini and his goon actually placed their hands on his woman. Logan had been in a strong position in the match at that point, and he ultimately had to sacrifice that position to help Brittany.
Brittany was quietly walking with Logan. She wasn't sure what to say, as she felt she cost her love the match. She wraps her arm around Logan's waist and is much relieved when he responds with his arm around her. The couple turns the corner, approaching their locker room when Stacey Madison comes by looking for a quick word with Logan.
Stacey: Logan, you got a minute? I just wanted to know, and I'm sure the fans want to know as well....but have you decided which champion to challenge at the next set of shows?
Logan stops, turning towards Stacey and smiling, nodding his head as he removes his arm from around Brittany, and runs his hand thru his hair before speaking.
Logan: I have decided actually Stacey. Aftah a long deliberation, I've decided to go aftah Austin Reynolds and his Elite Openweight Championship.
Stacey looks somewhat surprised, as just earlier Logan seemed to be leaning towards challenging Titus.
Stacey: Any specific reason for that choice? You're essentially choosing the whole of Vis Imperium at Ascension if you go through with this.
Logan: That's actually paht of it Stace. I've already had multiple run ins with this group, they think they run the place, and that they can getaway with dirty tactics to win. Now, they hold alot of gold, and they're only gonna staht gettin even cockier. Last time I was scheduled in a match with Austin, he had his running buddy Abel club me from behind and the match nevah happened.
Stacey studies Logan, sensing alot of determination emanating from him, before continuing.
Stacey: What makes you think things will be any different this time Logan? Austin still has Abel and Holmes, plus since that encounter they added Constantine as well.
Logan: Oh I'm almost positive Reynolds will have help in the match, that's the only way they know. This time howevah, I'm gonna be ready for it. See they're worried about keeping the title and continuing their "master plan".
Logan pauses for a second taking a breath before looking straight at Stacey and proceeding.
Logan: But me? I'm worried about something more. I'm going to Albuquerque, and I'm gonna fulfill my promise to my son Stacey. You nevah know when or if you'll get anothah oppahtunity at a championship here, with so much talent in this company. I promised my boy that I'd win him some gold, that he'd see his dad standing tall in the middle of the ring, with a championship belt held high in celebration. Because of Unscripted, I'm getting my chance to make my son proud much sooner than expected. So I don't care if Abel, Constantine and Holmes all decide to make an appearance, I got plenty of suplexes to go round. At the end of the night, regahdless of what Vis Imperium desires, Logan McAllister will be the Elite Openweight Champion, and it will be a glorious moment.
Logan and Brittany walk away before Stacey can respond, the two disappearing into the locker room and shutting the door behind them.
Stacey: Well there you go WZCW fans, some very strong words from Logan McAllister as we now know he will be challenging Vis Imperium's Austin Reynolds at the next Ascension.
Boston, MA One Week Until Ascension 110
It was a cool evening in Boston, and Logan was at home with his family. Logan was wearing some baggy sweats and an old Red Sox shirt, relaxing on the couch for a few more moments as Hayden finished setting the table for dinner. Brittany was making the plates, steak for them, chicken strips for Hayden, with mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and caesar salad.
Hayden: Dad! Get up! Table is set and food is ready! Let's eat!
Logan sat up, yawning and stretching his arms high towards the ceiling before standing up and making his way over to the dining room. He walked past an already seated and ready Hayden, messing up his hair as he passed by, taking his seat just as Brittany brought them their food.
Logan: Wow babe, everything looks amazing. Thank you for making dinnah.
Logan starts in on his salad, Hayden already moving on to his strips, while Brittany takes a sip of her wine.
Brittany: Thanks Logan, I like cooking dinnah for our family, and I love when you guys like it.
Brittany takes a small bite before speaking again.
Brittany: Are you ready for Ascension babe? You know the rest of his group will be around, and they'll do whatevah it takes to keep that belt.
Hayden: Yeah dad, are you nervous?? Austin is tough, but he doesn't fight alone dad.
Logan finishes chewing, taking a drink of his Coca-Cola. He looks at both his fiancee and son and smiles.
Logan: I am ready. To be honest, I'm also a little nervous. This is a big oppahtunity that I have, and the champion will have help. Howevah, I know what I can do, and nobody will stop me from taking that title next week.
Brittany and Hayden both share excited looks as Hayden finishes up his dinner.
Brittany: I can't wait babe! I'm gonna be right there when it happens too!
Logan gets silent, simply looking at Brittany, then to his son, before turning his attention back to his soon to be wife.
Logan: Actually Britt, you won't. Neithah of you will be in Albuquerque with me.
Brittany's mouth drops open, and she tries to mask the hurt, while Hayden cleans up his dishes before heading to his room.
Logan: It's not because I don't want you there Brittany. You saw what happened last week. That's just anothah example of how having you so close to me can actually become something that hurts me. We know Vis Imperium will get involved. I can't have you there, where they could try and use you to earn a cheap victory. Remembah, we talked about this. You have to stay home with Hayden and let me go to the shows by myself.
Brittany can't help but let her tears fall, she knows she shouldn't be getting so worked up but....
]Brittany: Babe, I'm not gonna cost you the match! I'm your managah Logan, what wrestler goes out there without their managah?
Logan just looks at her, trying not to get frustrated with her as he pushes his plate away.
Logan: My god Britt! This isn't about you. This is about Hayden. I started out just wanting to provide for him, and I've done that. Now I owe it to him to have him lead a normal child's life. School, chores, meeting kids his own age and having a childhood. That's where you come in my love. I can't do what I do if I'm worrying about Hayden. You are his mothah Britt. Maybe not by birth, but that's your kid babe. I need you to raise him while I go work. It's not like you'll nevah see me, I'll be home every chance I get, I'd miss you guys too much not to.
Logan reaches his hand out to wipe her tears, but Brittany brushes him away, silently grabbing the dishes and placing them into the sink before disappearing down the hallway. Logan exhales, resting his head in his hands for a moment before deciding to head out to the bar for a beer or two.
Logan stands up, grabbing his black hoodie and pulling it over his head, he heads out into the cool night, a couple Sam Adams(or more) his company.
Albuquerque, NM Ascension 110
Logan exits the rental car and heads into the arena known as The Pit, tonight's location for Ascension. Logan is alone, and also dressed rather unlike his usual attire. The camera shows Logan in a full suit, black on black with a red tie, his normally scruffy beard has been trimmed and even his hair is somewhat done.
Logan grabs his bags and begins slowly walking backstage, silent and determined, he knows tonight will be a war and that bodies will be broken. Logan calmly continues his path through the back, finally making it to his locker room. He takes a deep breath before he grabs the knob and opens the door, entering the room, shutting and locking the door behind him.
He removes his jacket and hangs it up, before loosening his tie and removing it as he begins changing into his ring gear. After a few moments, Logan loads up a song to play while he finishes preparing for his opportunity.
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Logan starts wrapping his hands, slowly, making sure they're done up properly, before marking one fist with an H and the other a B. Logan sits in the room, eyes closed as he listens to the song on repeat, thinking about everything on the line tonight. After what seems like an eternity, Logan stands up, looking into the mirror in the room.
Logan: This is it Logan. It's time. Go fulfill your promise to Hayden and take out Austin, and stand tall as champion.
With that Logan pressed his head against the mirror before turning around and exiting the room and heading to his position as his match quickly approached. If Logan had his way, tonight ends with him holding gold.
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