The night is dark, frightful and vicious. Rain hails down upon the ground, biblical in its volumes. The wind howls like a mighty wolf. Thunder crackles across the sky and lightening illuminates them. We are witness to a make-shift shelter from this passing storm. It is constructed from whatever refuge can be salvaged; bits of tin roofing, bricks, cardboard; in essence, trash. It all pulls together to provide a homeless soul with a place to live. We see this poor individual sat upright, protected in part from the storm. He is leaning against a wall with his sleeping bag pressed bellow him. His face is obscured by a baseball cap, with his head tilted also, but we can see he has not shaven for a good while with a long, filthy goatee. His hair is as wild on top of his head also. It too is unwashed and unshaven.
In complete contrast to this image of poor and filth, a shiny, brand new limousine pulls up. It does not gain the attention of the homeless man, nor does the door of the driver opening. A chauffer, well dressed despite the conditions, exits and opens the door for his passenger. The limo is dark and the figure within cannot be seen. Something begins to emerge from the vehicle door; an umbrella. The rain shield is soon followed by a hand and then an entire body as out steps Steven Holmes. He nods to the driver to stand by the car before grinning sinisterly.
Holmes: At last...
Holmes moves forwards, treading carefully as to not sully his expensive footwear. As he dodges a puddle he continues moving forward.
Holmes: ...I have found you...
As he steps over what appears to be a used tin can, he stands tall over the homeless man, casting a grim shadow across the deprived being.
Holmes: ...Doug Crashin!
Suddenly, in recognition of not only his name, but also the dulcet tones of the one uttering it, the now identified Crashin lifts his scum ridden head upwards. He smirks as he bears witness to Steven Holmes. He even takes the baseball cap off, as a mark of respect for his former ally.
Holmes: Ah yes, how the mighty have fallen, eh Douglas?
No reply from Crashin, simply a continued smirk. Holmes beams with one of his own, fully comfortable in the self belief that he has risen higher than Crashin could ever hope.
Holmes: So, You are bound to wonder why I have graced your presence with my brilliance, no?
Still nothing from Crashin besides that smirk. Now Holmes begins to grow agitated. His frustration slowly starting to simmer, his own smirk disappears and is replaced by a cold stare.
Holmes: Have you nothing to remark? Neither a pleasantry nor a common curtsey?
Crashin now begins to chuckle slightly, before flashing Holmes his now ruined teeth. Holmes winces at the very sight of such poor dental work.
Crashin: Well, this is a surprise.
Crashins speech is different to before. It is no longer as regal and polite as it once was. The harsh realities of the world outside his bubble and the poor dental hygiene have altered him.
Crashin: To think it has nearly been a year since you cost me my career and even assaulted me afterwards.
Holmes smile returns with a cackle as well.
Holmes: I cost you your career? Not exactly Douglas. That was your own fault. I merely cost you your health and your wealth too. I would say I ruined you, but you were always that way. I have merely performed the coup de grace and ended your miserable existence within wrestling and the upper echelon of society.
Crashin: Actually, youre right.
Holmes appears to be somewhat surprised by this reaction and gives a look showcasing that view.
Crashin: I was miserable as a human being at that time. I was completely and utterly at fault for my own demise. I should never have walked with the elites of this world. You know why? Because thats simply not who I am.
Holmes: And who are you then?
Crashin: Im a man of simple pleasures. Im a man who enjoys life for what it is; an experience. Ive experienced the highs, the lows and Im sure Ill experience them all over again. Ive found some peace within myself and I know that this will all be in the past soon enough. Once the world is fixed, Ill be back to a normal life, one I can enjoy without it becoming overcomplicated by the petty things in life like money and power.
Holmes: You deem money and power as petty? That is foolish.
On the word foolish, a blast of thunder smashes the air, quickly followed by a flashing light from a lightning strike, signalling Holmes defiance at Crashins words.
Holmes: I have both of these qualities and my life has never been richer. It has never been greater. I live in the perfect place with my wife, I plot precariously with my allies such as John Constantine and I relish every opportunity I have to destroy another human being. It is glorious to hold these.
Crashin: Well thats who you are, and I imagine Holmes its you always will be. Im sure you didnt come here to give me a lecture on what makes your life worth living, especially if youre now aligned with John Constantine of all people. So why did you come here?
Holmes: Ah!
Motioning to the now very damp chauffer, Holmes indicates for his driver to present him with something. He pulls out a long case. Crashin is intrigued as the driver approaches, making sure it is safely under the umbrellas protection before opening it, revealing the Elite Championship!
Crashin: Impressive, but what is it exactly?
Holmes: It is the finest of all my possessions.
Removing the belt from its case, Holmes slings it over his shoulder and sends the driver back to monitor the car once more.
Holmes: This is my Elite Championship. You see, while you fell darker into the abyss, I rose and didnt stop, even once reaching the summit, I continued my ascension. I crippled you, removed Kurtsey from my life, obliterated Sam Smith in my quest to become Elite X Champion, ended Big Daves career, showed Austin Reynolds why I am indeed the Elite and, oh yes, bested Gordito in a number of ways and shall do so once more at the Lethal Lottery.
Crashin: Sounds like youve been busy then.
Holmes: Busy? My dear man, if I may refer to you as that, I have cast all those aside that have held me back, overcome demons personal to me, slain beasts deemed as unstoppable and forged a legacy, yet my quench for victory is unsatisfied. It is as I said, at the Lethal Lottery, I face Gordito. I defend my championship against this pleb with full knowledge of his willingness to revive the old Elite X Championship. I shall stop him from doing so, not only to protect my dynasty, but also to add yet another scalp to my ever growing collection. A victory here will provide me with the momentum I need to rise ever higher and compete within the Lethal Lottery.
Crashin: Before you move on with your grand plan for the Lottery match, I think youre selling Gordito a little short.
Holmes catches him on this, likely noting that this is a all too familiar tune.
Holmes: Why? Why does everyone say that? Constantine, Copeland, Connor and yourself. All they talk about is how I underestimate a man I have dominated against. I made him submit in a legal match. I attacked him multiple times. Left him a lifeless shell. He is nothing I have not beaten before; a filth ridden piece of trash. His blood will flow freely as if it was the Ganges and I will laugh as I choke the final ounces of life from his lungs.
Crashin: Yes, but you forget, everyone has underestimated Gordito from his first day in the company. He rose to the top of the Mayhem ranks with little effort. I remember him overcoming the odds and becoming #1 contender when no one else thought he had a chance in hell. Im sure hes followed it up with similar feats since Ive been gone.
Holmes: I suppose, but I have bested him in every conceivable way. And with the match type in my favour, a submission contest, I will cast him out like he was a jester in the court of kings. Lethal Lottery serves as my coronation event. I will not only cripple Gorditos hopes and dreams, I take the top prize of the main event at Kingdom Come. I am a king in waiting. And you will all hail your king.
Crashin rolls his eyes and sighs, chuckling along with it. He looks back at Holmes who is distinctly unimpressed.
Crashin: Well, you are full of the same sort of hot air as I was. True youve accomplished more than me, and probably do have a brighter future than I ever had, but pride does come before a fall. I see something coming at you from beyond the Lottery. I dont know what that is whether its a personal matter or a business one, but someone or something will come and find you, and it will test you like you have never been tested before. Who knows, perhaps this is Gordito.
Holmes: Are you dabbling in idiotic magic now? Who do you think you are, Ty Burna? The point is this Douglas, I am better than you ever have or ever will be. I want you to know that, because it offers me complete closure on the Crashin Movement. I have beaten its shadow. I am my own man and I will never ever be associated with you in a present context ever again. Kurtsey has the World Heavyweight Championship, and should I face him at Kingdom Come, I will annihilate him and this petty memory. I am better than you, him and everything else from that era.
Crashin: Kurtsey is the World Heavyweight Champion?
This is a breaking point for Holmes and hes been pushed to the edge by Crashin, not recognising his greatness. Gordito is overlooked? Well in Holmes mind he is the one filling this role. He blasts Crashin with a stiff kick, sending him into the wall behind him, the shelter rocking, nearly collapsing. Holmes looks a little disturbed by his work before grinning like the coyote he is. Crashin is moving, but the back of his head is slightly bleeding. Holmes, rather than help the injured man, spits on him before lightly chuckling. A disgusted look crosses his face as he saunters back to his limo, instructing the driver to take him home as he re-enters the vehicle. Crashin groans and shifts, signalling life as we conclude.