Richard Blonoff
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Ascension 110: Vis Imperium vs. Matt Tastic and Noah Ryder - Non Title
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Thursday Night
September 1st, 2016
Manchester, England
Terry: I'm telling you, lads, it was thee John Constantine!
In the middle of the locker room, Terry Orion stands with his hands to his chin in a praying motion. Around him, come of the other boys that wrestle in the promotion sit with looks on their faces that suggest that they don't tend to believe what Terry is saying to them. After a moment more of silence, Terry throws his arms out in exasperation and allows a look of shock to appear on his own features. Turning away from the other wrestlers, Terry shakes his head and moves across the locker room: taking a seat on the wooden bench and looking all of his colleagues in the eye.
Terry: Why would I even need to lie to any of you? John Constantine was here the other day and we spoke for hours about the direction of this company. I don't know the ins and outs of it all but I've got a feeling that Marky-Boy isn't telling us everything that is going on behind closed doors in the office.
Again, the wrestlers across the room seem to guffaw as Terry tries to plead his innocence. After a moment, one of the wrestlers standing against the wall pipes up.
???: So, you're telling us that, not only is Mark Houston lying to us. The same Mark Houston that created this promotion with the intentions of making it completely transparent and a place that the wrestlers could call home. You're also telling us that John Constantine came down from on high to skulk about in our locker room to talk to someone like you? That's the story you're sticking with?
The unnamed wrestler offers the proposition to Terry, who knows just how outlandish it sounds.
Terry: I know it's a far-fetched story, lads. And I know that no one wants to think that something is going on without us knowing. But I'm telling you there is something big happening in UKWA, lads, believe it or not. John Constantine stood in the same spot that you stand in now and only a few weeks ago, I saw someone who resembled Steven Holmes in the audience. I swear!
The crowd gives one final collective shake of their heads and then begin moving off in en masse. As they do, the same wrestler who piped up earlier on moves across the floor until he is standing directly in front of Terry.
???: Listen, Terry. We all know how desperate you are to get out of here and make it big somewhere. But no one is buying this shit. There's no point in making stuff up when it's a slow news day. John Constantine, Steven Holmes... They are big fish in the big pond. Us? We're the scum at the bottom of the pool. Some of the guys in this locker room have been doing this for a long time and can see through the bullshit.
Terry tries to intervene.
Terry: But it's no-
???: Enough, Terry! Whether John Constantine was here or not, UKWA is all that some of these guys have left I the world. You're young and don't know a lot about how the wrestling world works. Some of the guys here have sacrificed their careers and their families for what they have in this company. It might be a stepping stone for you, this organisation, but this is the end of the road for most of us. Don't take that for granted. Fabricating lies and filling anyone with hope is just fucked up.
With that, the big man offers Terry a nod and begins walking away; leaving the room with the rest of the talent and leaving Terry alone with his thoughts. Suddenly, a vibrating noise comes from beneath him and brings him back to reality with a jolt. Peering down at his bag between his legs, Terry notices the light emanating from his back and solemnly reaches for his phone. He pulls it from the nag and looks at it UNKNOWN NUMBER. Swiping his finger across the screen, Terry brings it to his ear.
Terry: It's Orion...
A long pause fills the room as Terry listens to the peron on the other end of the call.
Terry: It's you... It's really you! How did you even get this- Actually, I don't even care...
Another pause.
Terry: Yeah, that's not a problem, John...
A final pause.
Terry: Yeah, what do you need me to do?
The screen goes black.
At The Same Time Elsewhere
The War Room, Constantine's estate
St Louis, Missouri
Inside the War Room inside Constantine's manor, Austin Reynolds, Steven Holmes and Abel Hunnicutt sit around a very beautiful dark wooden table. In front of Holmes, some sheets of paper and a glass of cognac sits. Reynolds sits bolt upright in his chair, listening to what Holmes has to say; the exact opposite of Abel Hunnicutt, who has slid all the way down his chair so that he is now level with his allies at the table.
Holmes: Moving on then to more pressing matter and away from the Lethal Lottery, it appears as though Abel will be teaming with John against Matt Tastic and Noah Ryder this week at Asc-
With that, the door creaks open in the far corner to reveal John Constantine; looking sorry but offering his allies a smile of embarrassment as he enters the room and puts his mobile phone into his trouser pocket.
Constantine: Sorry, gentlemen. I am afraid it was a call that I simply had to make. Very important business, you know?
Holmes gives Constantine a suspicious look before offering a retort.
Holmes: Yes, well, important business seems to corner us all at times, John. I would hope that is the end of your pressing phone calls for this evening? With a match against Matt Tastic and Noah Ryder to look forward to, we must ensure that we are all singing from the same hymn sheet. Don't you agree.
Constantine offers Steven Holmes a derisory look, seeing right through Holmes' attempt to bring him to task for stepping out for but a second. Realising that it was not worth drudging up an argument and, invariably, the tension that existed between the two in the past, Constantine gives Holmes a nod before turning to Hunnicutt and Reynolds.
Constantine: Gentlemen, my sincerest apologies. I know that we have reached a critical point in the story of Vis Imperium and that we must strive to remain in control of out own fates as mush as possible. That, I concur, can only be managed through extensive planning and making sure that we have thought of everything. With that in mind, I apologise once more for stepping out in the middle of out meeting. It was rude of me and very short-sighted. I promise that it will be the end of it for tonight and you have my undecided attention from here on out.
Constantine turns back to Holmes with a look of defiance on his features. Holmes narrows his eyes as he peers at John over the rims of his glasses; the blue of his eyes reaching deep into the gut of the Power Trip and making it icy cold.
Holmes: Indeed...
Hunnicutt: A rousin' speech, Mr Con-stan-tine. You got a damn fine way with words, ya know? But ya know what I am damn fine with?
Constantine remains silent as he continues to stare through Steven Holmes. Breaking their intense eye contact to turn to Abel, Constantine plasters on a smile.
Hunnicutt: I'm fine with tearin' Matt Tastic and Noah Ryder a new hole to shit through... Pardon my language...
Holmes averts his gaze from the Power Trip as Hunnicutt bangs his gigantic fist down onto the wooden surface, sending massive ripples through the drink of his handler.
Hunnicutt: We been sittin' aroun' this table all night, thinkin' about how we gon' handle everythin' that is thrown our way. Well, let me make no mistakes, gentlemen, we are the force o' empire int hus business today. We gon' fall upon our enemies as though we were a tsunami o' pain, ready to wash away all o' the non-believers.
Holmes interrupts, bringing a fire to the eyes of the giant directly opposite from him.
Holmes: I think you might be underestimating your opponents this week a little, Abel. But it's nice to know that we can always rely on you to bring us back to reality.
Constantine suddenly turns his head on a swivel back towards Holmes as he finishes speaking, a look of epiphany on his features.
Constantine: Is he though?
Holmes: Is he what?
Constantine: Underestimating our opponents this week?
Holmes pulls his glasses from his face as Constantine gets to his feet and pushes the chair away from behind him with gusto. He moves away from the table as Holmes watches him begin to round the table.
Constantine: Here we are, the finest stable that has ever been assembled in the history of this great company. Between us we have 2 World Championship reigns, 4 Elite Openweight Championship reigns , 4 Tag Team Champions, 1 King For A Day win...
Constantine cannot help but allow a smile to appear on his face as he looks around the room. Even Holmes seems impressed with the accomplishments listed of the men that join his company.
Constantine: At certain points of our careers, we have not seen eye to eye, that goes for all of us. But success breeds success and that is what has brought us into this room together. We are, by far and away, the greatest stable to ever have crossed the doors of WZCW and perhaps we shouldn't be the ones doing the planning any longer. Perhaps it is the ones in the back that should be planning for us! Perhaps it should be Garth Black et al that are wetting their beds thinking that the combined forces of Vis Imperium is coming from them.
Constantine stops for a moment as he reaches Steven Holmes at the head of the table. Putting one hand on his shoulder, Constantine looks at Hunnicutt and Reynolds.
Constantine: This stable, my friends, is something that has brought this company together after so much division. And what're more, it has the potential to be much more than it is. We can set our sights on the EurAsian Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship but I say that we set our sights even bigger than that. This stable, Vis Imperium, should be a world renown movement and by our hands it will be, my God!
Holmes: I think we are getting a lit-
Constantine: Nonsense, Steven, old boy! What we have in this room is something more than talented wrestlers. We have everything that we could ever need or want. We have the brawn and the brains. We have the experience and the passion of the new. We have the skill and the know-how. This movement, gentlemen, is what will define our careers.
Constantine moves away from Holmes now but he can feel Holmes' eyes burning on the side of his face as he does.
Constantine: At Ascension, we go up against Matt Tastic, who's days is all but done as he refuses to refresh himself. And he teams with Noah Ryder, someone who will likely forget to turn up for the match. And whilst we do not look beyond the challenge at hand, we must keep one eye on the future and the vision that we have for this product. With our combined skills and experience, we will breeze past Matt Tastic and Noah Ryder and onto bigger things!
With that, Constantine looks at Holmes with a smile on his face. On the end of the table, Abel looks mightily excited as Constantine finishes his diatribe. Holmes, However, swallows hard and dips his head in reluctant acceptance.
Constantine: To Vis Imperium, gentlemen! Long may we reign...
September 1st, 2016
Manchester, England
Terry: I'm telling you, lads, it was thee John Constantine!
In the middle of the locker room, Terry Orion stands with his hands to his chin in a praying motion. Around him, come of the other boys that wrestle in the promotion sit with looks on their faces that suggest that they don't tend to believe what Terry is saying to them. After a moment more of silence, Terry throws his arms out in exasperation and allows a look of shock to appear on his own features. Turning away from the other wrestlers, Terry shakes his head and moves across the locker room: taking a seat on the wooden bench and looking all of his colleagues in the eye.
Terry: Why would I even need to lie to any of you? John Constantine was here the other day and we spoke for hours about the direction of this company. I don't know the ins and outs of it all but I've got a feeling that Marky-Boy isn't telling us everything that is going on behind closed doors in the office.
Again, the wrestlers across the room seem to guffaw as Terry tries to plead his innocence. After a moment, one of the wrestlers standing against the wall pipes up.
???: So, you're telling us that, not only is Mark Houston lying to us. The same Mark Houston that created this promotion with the intentions of making it completely transparent and a place that the wrestlers could call home. You're also telling us that John Constantine came down from on high to skulk about in our locker room to talk to someone like you? That's the story you're sticking with?
The unnamed wrestler offers the proposition to Terry, who knows just how outlandish it sounds.
Terry: I know it's a far-fetched story, lads. And I know that no one wants to think that something is going on without us knowing. But I'm telling you there is something big happening in UKWA, lads, believe it or not. John Constantine stood in the same spot that you stand in now and only a few weeks ago, I saw someone who resembled Steven Holmes in the audience. I swear!
The crowd gives one final collective shake of their heads and then begin moving off in en masse. As they do, the same wrestler who piped up earlier on moves across the floor until he is standing directly in front of Terry.
???: Listen, Terry. We all know how desperate you are to get out of here and make it big somewhere. But no one is buying this shit. There's no point in making stuff up when it's a slow news day. John Constantine, Steven Holmes... They are big fish in the big pond. Us? We're the scum at the bottom of the pool. Some of the guys in this locker room have been doing this for a long time and can see through the bullshit.
Terry tries to intervene.
Terry: But it's no-
???: Enough, Terry! Whether John Constantine was here or not, UKWA is all that some of these guys have left I the world. You're young and don't know a lot about how the wrestling world works. Some of the guys here have sacrificed their careers and their families for what they have in this company. It might be a stepping stone for you, this organisation, but this is the end of the road for most of us. Don't take that for granted. Fabricating lies and filling anyone with hope is just fucked up.
With that, the big man offers Terry a nod and begins walking away; leaving the room with the rest of the talent and leaving Terry alone with his thoughts. Suddenly, a vibrating noise comes from beneath him and brings him back to reality with a jolt. Peering down at his bag between his legs, Terry notices the light emanating from his back and solemnly reaches for his phone. He pulls it from the nag and looks at it UNKNOWN NUMBER. Swiping his finger across the screen, Terry brings it to his ear.
Terry: It's Orion...
A long pause fills the room as Terry listens to the peron on the other end of the call.
Terry: It's you... It's really you! How did you even get this- Actually, I don't even care...
Another pause.
Terry: Yeah, that's not a problem, John...
A final pause.
Terry: Yeah, what do you need me to do?
The screen goes black.
At The Same Time Elsewhere
The War Room, Constantine's estate
St Louis, Missouri
Inside the War Room inside Constantine's manor, Austin Reynolds, Steven Holmes and Abel Hunnicutt sit around a very beautiful dark wooden table. In front of Holmes, some sheets of paper and a glass of cognac sits. Reynolds sits bolt upright in his chair, listening to what Holmes has to say; the exact opposite of Abel Hunnicutt, who has slid all the way down his chair so that he is now level with his allies at the table.
Holmes: Moving on then to more pressing matter and away from the Lethal Lottery, it appears as though Abel will be teaming with John against Matt Tastic and Noah Ryder this week at Asc-
With that, the door creaks open in the far corner to reveal John Constantine; looking sorry but offering his allies a smile of embarrassment as he enters the room and puts his mobile phone into his trouser pocket.
Constantine: Sorry, gentlemen. I am afraid it was a call that I simply had to make. Very important business, you know?
Holmes gives Constantine a suspicious look before offering a retort.
Holmes: Yes, well, important business seems to corner us all at times, John. I would hope that is the end of your pressing phone calls for this evening? With a match against Matt Tastic and Noah Ryder to look forward to, we must ensure that we are all singing from the same hymn sheet. Don't you agree.
Constantine offers Steven Holmes a derisory look, seeing right through Holmes' attempt to bring him to task for stepping out for but a second. Realising that it was not worth drudging up an argument and, invariably, the tension that existed between the two in the past, Constantine gives Holmes a nod before turning to Hunnicutt and Reynolds.
Constantine: Gentlemen, my sincerest apologies. I know that we have reached a critical point in the story of Vis Imperium and that we must strive to remain in control of out own fates as mush as possible. That, I concur, can only be managed through extensive planning and making sure that we have thought of everything. With that in mind, I apologise once more for stepping out in the middle of out meeting. It was rude of me and very short-sighted. I promise that it will be the end of it for tonight and you have my undecided attention from here on out.
Constantine turns back to Holmes with a look of defiance on his features. Holmes narrows his eyes as he peers at John over the rims of his glasses; the blue of his eyes reaching deep into the gut of the Power Trip and making it icy cold.
Holmes: Indeed...
Hunnicutt: A rousin' speech, Mr Con-stan-tine. You got a damn fine way with words, ya know? But ya know what I am damn fine with?
Constantine remains silent as he continues to stare through Steven Holmes. Breaking their intense eye contact to turn to Abel, Constantine plasters on a smile.
Hunnicutt: I'm fine with tearin' Matt Tastic and Noah Ryder a new hole to shit through... Pardon my language...
Holmes averts his gaze from the Power Trip as Hunnicutt bangs his gigantic fist down onto the wooden surface, sending massive ripples through the drink of his handler.
Hunnicutt: We been sittin' aroun' this table all night, thinkin' about how we gon' handle everythin' that is thrown our way. Well, let me make no mistakes, gentlemen, we are the force o' empire int hus business today. We gon' fall upon our enemies as though we were a tsunami o' pain, ready to wash away all o' the non-believers.
Holmes interrupts, bringing a fire to the eyes of the giant directly opposite from him.
Holmes: I think you might be underestimating your opponents this week a little, Abel. But it's nice to know that we can always rely on you to bring us back to reality.
Constantine suddenly turns his head on a swivel back towards Holmes as he finishes speaking, a look of epiphany on his features.
Constantine: Is he though?
Holmes: Is he what?
Constantine: Underestimating our opponents this week?
Holmes pulls his glasses from his face as Constantine gets to his feet and pushes the chair away from behind him with gusto. He moves away from the table as Holmes watches him begin to round the table.
Constantine: Here we are, the finest stable that has ever been assembled in the history of this great company. Between us we have 2 World Championship reigns, 4 Elite Openweight Championship reigns , 4 Tag Team Champions, 1 King For A Day win...
Constantine cannot help but allow a smile to appear on his face as he looks around the room. Even Holmes seems impressed with the accomplishments listed of the men that join his company.
Constantine: At certain points of our careers, we have not seen eye to eye, that goes for all of us. But success breeds success and that is what has brought us into this room together. We are, by far and away, the greatest stable to ever have crossed the doors of WZCW and perhaps we shouldn't be the ones doing the planning any longer. Perhaps it is the ones in the back that should be planning for us! Perhaps it should be Garth Black et al that are wetting their beds thinking that the combined forces of Vis Imperium is coming from them.
Constantine stops for a moment as he reaches Steven Holmes at the head of the table. Putting one hand on his shoulder, Constantine looks at Hunnicutt and Reynolds.
Constantine: This stable, my friends, is something that has brought this company together after so much division. And what're more, it has the potential to be much more than it is. We can set our sights on the EurAsian Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship but I say that we set our sights even bigger than that. This stable, Vis Imperium, should be a world renown movement and by our hands it will be, my God!
Holmes: I think we are getting a lit-
Constantine: Nonsense, Steven, old boy! What we have in this room is something more than talented wrestlers. We have everything that we could ever need or want. We have the brawn and the brains. We have the experience and the passion of the new. We have the skill and the know-how. This movement, gentlemen, is what will define our careers.
Constantine moves away from Holmes now but he can feel Holmes' eyes burning on the side of his face as he does.
Constantine: At Ascension, we go up against Matt Tastic, who's days is all but done as he refuses to refresh himself. And he teams with Noah Ryder, someone who will likely forget to turn up for the match. And whilst we do not look beyond the challenge at hand, we must keep one eye on the future and the vision that we have for this product. With our combined skills and experience, we will breeze past Matt Tastic and Noah Ryder and onto bigger things!
With that, Constantine looks at Holmes with a smile on his face. On the end of the table, Abel looks mightily excited as Constantine finishes his diatribe. Holmes, However, swallows hard and dips his head in reluctant acceptance.
Constantine: To Vis Imperium, gentlemen! Long may we reign...
FunKay the Inevitable
People Like Me, We Don't Play
Holmes Manor. Usually brimming and teeming with life, it is oddly quiet. There appear to be few footmen or maids or butlers or gardeners or generally anything. It is bizarre. Then, with no fanfare, Celeste Crimson enters the picture. She is dressed to workout, her brow thick with sweat. Her joints and bones aching and her body generally consumed in tiny points of pain here and there. She approaches the mass refrigerator which consumes an entire wall with its mass. Reaching out, she prepares to open it when she notices a piece of paper attached to the fridge:
Dearest Celeste,
Ive had to pop over to DC to deal with some business. Abel has come with me. From there we shall be flying directly to Heathrow to deal with some other ventures of mine which are reaping a mighty fine harvest. Ill also be checking in on Sandaza and co. down Mexico way soon, so dont expect to see my lovable mug, or indeed our dear Mr. Hunnicutts, anytime soon.
With any luck this carefully plotted course will reach its grand conclusion sooner rather than later and I wont be always missing, always sticking these brief messages up atop this gargantuan refrigerator of yours. I do miss seeing you mature like the finest of Bordeauxs or indeed our babe learning to walk, talk and grow into a little girl.
Soon we shall be together far more and youll want to murder me for lingering around like some sort of mollusc, but until that time, I must tend to matter internationally. See to it that the help is fitted with the new uniforms as instructed and do be a dear and attend the board meeting for me on Wednesday. I know its laborious and you do so hate it, but itll get them off my back. The bloody jackals.
Soon the world will be ours to play with, but until that time we must entertain fools and devils in equal regard. Do keep your eyes peeled to channel 23 too at about 14:30 local time myself and Abel shall be making an ever so delightful appearance, gold and all. In the mean time I must bid you adieu.
My love to you and to Kinsey and my warmest regards to the help upon their return.
Yours now and forever,
Steven
A slight smile creeps across Ms. Crimsons face which slowly sinks into melancholy as she yet again misses her lover, her partner, her friend. His warmth and glow absent. She even misses the lumbering monster he drags around with him.
She dips into the fridge and takes out a carton of orange juice before placing it atop a work counter. She grabs a remote control which also sits there and brings to life a television finely poised in the corner of the room. An old cowboy flick is on when she quickly presses the 2 and 3 to bring on the channel number as Holmes requested.
Dearest Celeste,
Ive had to pop over to DC to deal with some business. Abel has come with me. From there we shall be flying directly to Heathrow to deal with some other ventures of mine which are reaping a mighty fine harvest. Ill also be checking in on Sandaza and co. down Mexico way soon, so dont expect to see my lovable mug, or indeed our dear Mr. Hunnicutts, anytime soon.
With any luck this carefully plotted course will reach its grand conclusion sooner rather than later and I wont be always missing, always sticking these brief messages up atop this gargantuan refrigerator of yours. I do miss seeing you mature like the finest of Bordeauxs or indeed our babe learning to walk, talk and grow into a little girl.
Soon we shall be together far more and youll want to murder me for lingering around like some sort of mollusc, but until that time, I must tend to matter internationally. See to it that the help is fitted with the new uniforms as instructed and do be a dear and attend the board meeting for me on Wednesday. I know its laborious and you do so hate it, but itll get them off my back. The bloody jackals.
Soon the world will be ours to play with, but until that time we must entertain fools and devils in equal regard. Do keep your eyes peeled to channel 23 too at about 14:30 local time myself and Abel shall be making an ever so delightful appearance, gold and all. In the mean time I must bid you adieu.
My love to you and to Kinsey and my warmest regards to the help upon their return.
Yours now and forever,
Steven
A slight smile creeps across Ms. Crimsons face which slowly sinks into melancholy as she yet again misses her lover, her partner, her friend. His warmth and glow absent. She even misses the lumbering monster he drags around with him.
She dips into the fridge and takes out a carton of orange juice before placing it atop a work counter. She grabs a remote control which also sits there and brings to life a television finely poised in the corner of the room. An old cowboy flick is on when she quickly presses the 2 and 3 to bring on the channel number as Holmes requested.
It's been a few weeks. Things have changed a lot in a bit.
Several Weeks Ago said:
I had stepped into the grounds of where my grandparent's lived. It was curious mess of knick-knacks. It was as if I stepped into a time machine and traveled years to the past. But there was no desire to reminisce. Matt realized something not long before arriving. It's a hard, hard world out there. Having been hit by the realism of his world, learning of the corruption surrounding him, Matt was faced with a choice. To make a difference. Wrestling, for as consuming as it is, is not a full time thing. Matt has a large amount of free time, spent on publicity for WZCW. But times change. Failing to regain the World Heavyweight Championship, Matt has realized others have risen to his level. Or perhaps he just wants to think that instead of saying he has fallen. Regardless, he knows he has a place in WZCW. Always will. And as such has chosen to split his time. For others.
Female: I've stopped following your lousy misadventures in that glorified Circus, Matt. I .. Garth Black is there? Wow. Things have changed.
Matt finds it peculiar. This woman claims she doesn't follow Matt's in-ring career. Yet not only does she know him in detail, she knows who Garth Black is. Matt looks on perplexed, not knowing what to make of the ordeal.
Female: I don't waste my life watching you dance on TV, but I hear about your misadventures with that fat guy, Mikey Stormrage. Your best friend. I'm kinda curious, but now that he's World Champion, do you plan to beat him up like you did What was that other guy's name you used to call best friend? Oh. Right! Gordito. Are you gonna throw a jealous fit at Mikey too?
Matt: If you don't watch me, how do you know all that? That's too detailed. I'm supposed to believe you somehow know details from 5 years ago about me from hearsay?
Female: Times change, Matt. I know you used to use a mask. You used to be an angry little man. Now you're some of adventurer. You look at your best friend, he used to always be the sidekick to a better man. Now it seems he's standing on his own two feet. You look at Garth Black who as far as I know has done nothing but linger in relative obscurity. Now I hear he's made you his bitch. And you know what, Matt? Good. You've forgotten where you've come from. You've ignored the truth of your surroundings. Maybe if you didn't you could've been a part of all this. Maybe we'd still see eye to eye.
Matt stands reflecting on the words of the mysterious lady. He's taken aback as it itches in the back of his mind. Who is this person? Is it someone from his past? Then it dawns on him. A name he hasn't uttered in years. He thought she left for better things. Those better things were apparently taking advantage of an economic crisis.
Matt: Alisha.
When Matt Tastic first debuted in WZCW, he did it with his then-girlfriend. A brunette who used to be so supportive of Matt. They broke up a few years later. Matt has evolved over the years. And it seems so has Alisha. The long beautiful brunette hair that infatuated him has become short, black hair. Almost a reflection of her corruption.
Alisha: That's right, Matt. You figured it out. We broke up years ago. Your careless behavior left you injured. I couldn't keep following you. It feels like you left me behind. Going on to be so successful while I had to wallow away.
Matt: So you think it's perfectly acceptable to screw people over? Feeling bad and lonely justifies you?
Alisha: We came from the streets. I was not gonna go back to that.
Matt: No. You could've called me or anyone else for help. You were weak and made a stupid decision. Now you're bitter about it. Just like Garth Black. Constantly trying to blame his problems on other people to justify himself. And as for Mikey, I made the mistake of stabbing a friend in the back once. I owned up to it and unlike you, I accepted my mistake.
Alisha pulls out a sword of all things in front of Matt and assumes a fighting stance. She seems decided for a fight. But Matt doesn't flinch at all.
Matt: Granpa, another person you could've asked for help, has for months told me to come here. I can see why now. He knew you were behind this and knew you'd probably endanger the family to get to me. How low. Now I see you pull a sword on me. I suppose that's better than a gun. But don't expect a fight from me. Expect the end. The second that thing touches me you lose your last bit of hope. You'll live the rest of your life with nothing but regret and misery because you didn't bother owning up to your mistakes. Drop that, Alisha. You know it's wrong.
Alisha stands with the sword in hand. They tremble, as she clearly struggles with her decision. Tears drop from her eyes. No one but the two of them stand on the bridge. Would Alisha cross the bridge and cut her last tie?
Alisha: ...goddamn you
Alisha dropped her sword. Matt goes to take a step but stops. He notices Alisha doesn't want him to come close.
Alisha: Leave. Now.
As such......
Matt has opened a low cost mercenary agency. In order to be able to help others in need of help. At the reach of those low on income. Affected by the economic crisis sweeping the country. Whats to be?
Vol 2 - Chapter 1:
Lovely Lazy Lumps
Lovely Lazy Lumps
It was an average Saturday morning at the Workz. Matt has established his locale pretty quickly. Having his granpa set it up with his funds, Granpa lays on a hammock, simply napping in a corner with a fan and a radio buzzing with old, decades old shows playing the airwaves. That's a thing there. Matt mans the front desk on his computer, working diligently.
Matt: Granpa, did we get everything for this place?
Granpa: ........................
Matt: I feel like it's not really attracting people.
Granpa: .........................
Matt: I mean it's been days. I need to get ready for my match against The Elite.
Granpa: .......................
Matt: Damn, I mean Viz...... Funi...... Sab...... Ocean Group? The hell are they called?
Granpa rolls around in his hammock.
Matt: ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!?!
???:Vis Imperium. The name is Latin. Butchered Latin. It's supposed to mean Force of the Government, the way they write it, it translates more to "Force The Government".
The voice comes from the door. Granpa still laying in his hammock as a female enters the establishment.
Plain white dress, meek expression, a slender young woman, arms crossed behind her back, cautiously enters the shack Matt calls a business office.
Matt: Holy Shit! Granpa, we have a customer!!
Granpa: ...................................
???: ....*teehee*..... He must be a heavy sleeper. Hello. I'm Akari. Big fan of yours, Mr. Tastic.
Matt blushes as he extends his hand out. Eyes closed shut as he scratches the back of his head awkwardly nervous.
Matt: Ah, shucks. I'm no "Mister". Just call me Matt. So to what do I owe your visit, Ms. Akari.
Akari:I ask you do the same and just call me by my name, please. But before I speak to you about my business here, tell me. What about your partner, Noah? Noah Ryder?
Matt: I don't have any idea, really. I've been pretty closed up here the past few weeks setting up shop. I only have enough free time to get my daily workout.
Akari: I worry you may go in to your wrestling match unprepared.
Matt: Ah, don't worry. I'll be fine. I've dealt with Steven Holmes and Constantine before. Them having a pair of new guys doesn't really change who they are. Just the same selfish bastards I always fight against. They never change. It's always what they want. Never anyone else. Their greed'll break them. But what about you? What do you need?
Akari: My father had a debt to 8th Security. I handed them a precious family treasure to pay them off and get them to stop demanding more money. But that didn't stop them. They still decided to trash my father's house for fun. He's hospitalized now. Because of them. I've seen you. I know what you can do.
Matt:What do you want me to do? Revenge?
Akari: Get it back. I don't want more blood.
Matt: OK. Fine. We'll talk after my match on Ascension.
Matt: Granpa, did we get everything for this place?
Granpa: ........................
Matt: I feel like it's not really attracting people.
Granpa: .........................
Matt: I mean it's been days. I need to get ready for my match against The Elite.
Granpa: .......................
Matt: Damn, I mean Viz...... Funi...... Sab...... Ocean Group? The hell are they called?
Granpa rolls around in his hammock.
Matt: ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!?!
???:Vis Imperium. The name is Latin. Butchered Latin. It's supposed to mean Force of the Government, the way they write it, it translates more to "Force The Government".
The voice comes from the door. Granpa still laying in his hammock as a female enters the establishment.
Plain white dress, meek expression, a slender young woman, arms crossed behind her back, cautiously enters the shack Matt calls a business office.
Matt: Holy Shit! Granpa, we have a customer!!
Granpa: ...................................
???: ....*teehee*..... He must be a heavy sleeper. Hello. I'm Akari. Big fan of yours, Mr. Tastic.
Matt blushes as he extends his hand out. Eyes closed shut as he scratches the back of his head awkwardly nervous.
Matt: Ah, shucks. I'm no "Mister". Just call me Matt. So to what do I owe your visit, Ms. Akari.
Akari:I ask you do the same and just call me by my name, please. But before I speak to you about my business here, tell me. What about your partner, Noah? Noah Ryder?
Matt: I don't have any idea, really. I've been pretty closed up here the past few weeks setting up shop. I only have enough free time to get my daily workout.
Akari: I worry you may go in to your wrestling match unprepared.
Matt: Ah, don't worry. I'll be fine. I've dealt with Steven Holmes and Constantine before. Them having a pair of new guys doesn't really change who they are. Just the same selfish bastards I always fight against. They never change. It's always what they want. Never anyone else. Their greed'll break them. But what about you? What do you need?
Akari: My father had a debt to 8th Security. I handed them a precious family treasure to pay them off and get them to stop demanding more money. But that didn't stop them. They still decided to trash my father's house for fun. He's hospitalized now. Because of them. I've seen you. I know what you can do.
Matt:What do you want me to do? Revenge?
Akari: Get it back. I don't want more blood.
Matt: OK. Fine. We'll talk after my match on Ascension.
Vance Bateman is sitting in his office signing cheques.
Bateman: Labour day is coming up again. Lazy wrestlers, never working Monday's.
Suddenly the door bursts open and a very excited Noah Ryder enters the room.
Ryder: Woo-hoo! I did it. Mr. Bateman, thank you so much for giving my this opportunity. Now where's my title?
What?
The Elite X title. I want the title belt.
You want a match against Austin Reynolds tonight?
No no, I mean, yeah one day I'd like to have a match against a great wrestler like Austin Reynolds, but I just won a Fatal Four Way match with Justin Cooper in it. I beat the champion, I want the title belt.
There wasn't a title on the line.
Oh, well then I would like a title match next week against him.
There is no way that can happen.
Well then what do I get for pinning Matt Tasting?
I'll tell you what you get. In two weeks time you will team up with Matt Tastic in a match against John Constantine and Abel Hunnicutt.
Wait, I thought Tastic and Constantine were friends?
Oh Noah, things have changed in WZCW from when you remember it.
Vance gets up from behind his desk and puts his arm around Noah's shoulders.
Constantine and Hunnicutt are the tag team champions, and very closely aligned with Reynolds. It's not a title match now, but if you and Tastic can get along in the ring, maybe you should consider cashing in on them.
What?
Vance pats Noah on the back and heads back to his desk.
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Noah is at his hotel room after leaving the arena. He is sitting in a living room with Steven, beers in hand. Steven us trying to find something to watch while Noah starespecially off to the side.
Who did I beat tonight?
Steven: Matt Tastic.
Right. I knew I had a match tonight because my body feels fatigue, but I couldn't for the life of me remember who I fought.
It was a Fatal Four Way.
Well that really explains why I'm tired.
Noah takes a sip of his beer as Steven settles on a channel.
Still, I'm concerned about how I had so much trouble remembering that. It's almost like it never happened to me. I should see a doctor about it.
I'll book an appointment tomorrow.
I'm also worried about the timing of me and Tastic teaming against what appears to be a sound tag team. It seems like Bateman was trying to create some tension here, I wonder how Tastic feels about teaming up with a rookie who beat him in his first match.
He's had about a year to deal with it.
A year is two hours ago. It that some WZCW Saying?
Uh, do you need another beer.
Noah chugs back the rest of his beer.
No man, I'm just going to head to bed now.
Noah gets up and leaves as Steven sinks into the couch and sips his beer.
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The next morning Noah Ryder wakes up cheerfully while Steven cooks breakfast.
Good morning Steven. Beautiful day to be debuting in WZCW.
I'd say it's a bit cloudyer than most.
Steven plates their food and brings it to Noah at the kitchen table.
Also today is not your big debut.
Ahh man, I thought today was the day.
Steven appears skeptical of Noah's response as he digs into his food.
Do you know who I am facing?
You're teaming up with Matt Tastic to face John Constantine and Abel Hunnicutt.
Hey that's a pretty sound match. Two upper middle carders teaming up with two rookies. If screams mentorship, I wonder if Tastic would be willing to give me some pointers in the ring.
I don't think you should do that after what had happened to him twice already.
What happened to him twice already?
Nothing!
Steven quickly begins to eat his food, he eats it so fast he chokes on it and then has to drink his milk to swallow it down.
Jesus man. Relax.
Noah continues eating and Steven slowly begins again.
Did you remember to call that doctor.
Steven drops his fork.
How did you remember that?
Steven I remember everything for you. That concussion you got. Your physician wanted you to see a neurologist.
Yeah I booked the appointment for it.
Good.
Noah goes back to eating, Steven slowly does, not taking an eye off of him.
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Noah is heading towards the arena the day of Ascension. A small group of fans are standing by the arena trying to get autographs. Two young boys run up to him.
Boy 1: You're Noah Ryder. Can I get your autograph?
Absolutely kid.
Noah takes the boys picture and scribbles down his name.
Boys 1: When are you going to challenge Titus or Austin Reynolds?
Their both very good wrestlers, legends even. I will challenge them when I am good and ready.
Boy 2: You don't have much time left.
Noah looks at the older boys perplexed. The older boys tells the younger one they need to head back and the boy waves to Noah as he leaves.
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Stacey Madison is standing beside Noah Ryder, who looks more unsure than normal.
Stacey: Good evening WZCW fans. I'm here with Noah Ryder who has been on quite the roll of latrine. Noah you find yourself in a pretty big match tonight on Ascension. What do you attribute to your recent success?
Hardwork, determination, a little bit of luck. That's what got me success in the indies. That's what WZCW saw when they decided to sign me and they have given me anow excellent opportunity to make good on that signing with this match. I'm really excited to be teaming up with Matt Tastic.
And why is that?
Matt's one of the hardest working guys in WZCW. A real wrestler for the people. I think one day he's going to not only become WZCW champion, he's going to become one of the greatest wrestlers ever here. Are you laughing?
No sorry, there's a tickle in my throat. And what about John Constantine and Abel Hunnicutt. How do you think you two will fare against a physically intimidating team such as they are?
Constantine is another great ultimate and coming wrestler here. The current King for a Day holder, so you know when he cashes that thing in there's a good chance email he's also going to win the WZCW title, so he's going to be another great one. Abel Hunnicutt I don't know anything about. He probably another fresh faced rookie like I am here. I'm sure he's done some great things outside of WZCW, but just like me and Matt this is the first time these two guys are teaming up so there'should going to be some hiccups in their execution. We're both a long way from holding the Tag titles, so I'm not expecting a masterpiece, but I think with out speed and grit we can pull it off. Stacey?
Stacey is bent over and laughing. After a good 10 seconds she stands straight and directly at and unimpressed Noah
What?
It seems today that everyone knows something that I don't. Competing in WZCW is a life long dream I've had ever since I started wrestling. And now that I'm here, why does it feel like I haven't woken up?
Stacey shrugs her shoulders at Noah.
What do you think is going to happen?
Well, I'm in a match with Matt Tastic and John Constantine, so I guess that means I'm either going to win or I'm going to lose. Let me know what happens when it's over
Bateman: Labour day is coming up again. Lazy wrestlers, never working Monday's.
Suddenly the door bursts open and a very excited Noah Ryder enters the room.
Ryder: Woo-hoo! I did it. Mr. Bateman, thank you so much for giving my this opportunity. Now where's my title?
What?
The Elite X title. I want the title belt.
You want a match against Austin Reynolds tonight?
No no, I mean, yeah one day I'd like to have a match against a great wrestler like Austin Reynolds, but I just won a Fatal Four Way match with Justin Cooper in it. I beat the champion, I want the title belt.
There wasn't a title on the line.
Oh, well then I would like a title match next week against him.
There is no way that can happen.
Well then what do I get for pinning Matt Tasting?
I'll tell you what you get. In two weeks time you will team up with Matt Tastic in a match against John Constantine and Abel Hunnicutt.
Wait, I thought Tastic and Constantine were friends?
Oh Noah, things have changed in WZCW from when you remember it.
Vance gets up from behind his desk and puts his arm around Noah's shoulders.
Constantine and Hunnicutt are the tag team champions, and very closely aligned with Reynolds. It's not a title match now, but if you and Tastic can get along in the ring, maybe you should consider cashing in on them.
What?
Vance pats Noah on the back and heads back to his desk.
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Noah is at his hotel room after leaving the arena. He is sitting in a living room with Steven, beers in hand. Steven us trying to find something to watch while Noah starespecially off to the side.
Who did I beat tonight?
Steven: Matt Tastic.
Right. I knew I had a match tonight because my body feels fatigue, but I couldn't for the life of me remember who I fought.
It was a Fatal Four Way.
Well that really explains why I'm tired.
Noah takes a sip of his beer as Steven settles on a channel.
Still, I'm concerned about how I had so much trouble remembering that. It's almost like it never happened to me. I should see a doctor about it.
I'll book an appointment tomorrow.
I'm also worried about the timing of me and Tastic teaming against what appears to be a sound tag team. It seems like Bateman was trying to create some tension here, I wonder how Tastic feels about teaming up with a rookie who beat him in his first match.
He's had about a year to deal with it.
A year is two hours ago. It that some WZCW Saying?
Uh, do you need another beer.
Noah chugs back the rest of his beer.
No man, I'm just going to head to bed now.
Noah gets up and leaves as Steven sinks into the couch and sips his beer.
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The next morning Noah Ryder wakes up cheerfully while Steven cooks breakfast.
Good morning Steven. Beautiful day to be debuting in WZCW.
I'd say it's a bit cloudyer than most.
Steven plates their food and brings it to Noah at the kitchen table.
Also today is not your big debut.
Ahh man, I thought today was the day.
Steven appears skeptical of Noah's response as he digs into his food.
Do you know who I am facing?
You're teaming up with Matt Tastic to face John Constantine and Abel Hunnicutt.
Hey that's a pretty sound match. Two upper middle carders teaming up with two rookies. If screams mentorship, I wonder if Tastic would be willing to give me some pointers in the ring.
I don't think you should do that after what had happened to him twice already.
What happened to him twice already?
Nothing!
Steven quickly begins to eat his food, he eats it so fast he chokes on it and then has to drink his milk to swallow it down.
Jesus man. Relax.
Noah continues eating and Steven slowly begins again.
Did you remember to call that doctor.
Steven drops his fork.
How did you remember that?
Steven I remember everything for you. That concussion you got. Your physician wanted you to see a neurologist.
Yeah I booked the appointment for it.
Good.
Noah goes back to eating, Steven slowly does, not taking an eye off of him.
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Noah is heading towards the arena the day of Ascension. A small group of fans are standing by the arena trying to get autographs. Two young boys run up to him.
Boy 1: You're Noah Ryder. Can I get your autograph?
Absolutely kid.
Noah takes the boys picture and scribbles down his name.
Boys 1: When are you going to challenge Titus or Austin Reynolds?
Their both very good wrestlers, legends even. I will challenge them when I am good and ready.
Boy 2: You don't have much time left.
Noah looks at the older boys perplexed. The older boys tells the younger one they need to head back and the boy waves to Noah as he leaves.
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Stacey Madison is standing beside Noah Ryder, who looks more unsure than normal.
Stacey: Good evening WZCW fans. I'm here with Noah Ryder who has been on quite the roll of latrine. Noah you find yourself in a pretty big match tonight on Ascension. What do you attribute to your recent success?
Hardwork, determination, a little bit of luck. That's what got me success in the indies. That's what WZCW saw when they decided to sign me and they have given me anow excellent opportunity to make good on that signing with this match. I'm really excited to be teaming up with Matt Tastic.
And why is that?
Matt's one of the hardest working guys in WZCW. A real wrestler for the people. I think one day he's going to not only become WZCW champion, he's going to become one of the greatest wrestlers ever here. Are you laughing?
No sorry, there's a tickle in my throat. And what about John Constantine and Abel Hunnicutt. How do you think you two will fare against a physically intimidating team such as they are?
Constantine is another great ultimate and coming wrestler here. The current King for a Day holder, so you know when he cashes that thing in there's a good chance email he's also going to win the WZCW title, so he's going to be another great one. Abel Hunnicutt I don't know anything about. He probably another fresh faced rookie like I am here. I'm sure he's done some great things outside of WZCW, but just like me and Matt this is the first time these two guys are teaming up so there'should going to be some hiccups in their execution. We're both a long way from holding the Tag titles, so I'm not expecting a masterpiece, but I think with out speed and grit we can pull it off. Stacey?
Stacey is bent over and laughing. After a good 10 seconds she stands straight and directly at and unimpressed Noah
What?
It seems today that everyone knows something that I don't. Competing in WZCW is a life long dream I've had ever since I started wrestling. And now that I'm here, why does it feel like I haven't woken up?
Stacey shrugs her shoulders at Noah.
What do you think is going to happen?
Well, I'm in a match with Matt Tastic and John Constantine, so I guess that means I'm either going to win or I'm going to lose. Let me know what happens when it's over
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