MD 130 - Constantine & Abel Hunnicutt vs Justin Cooper & Theron Daggershield
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In the dark of the night, a hulking great bearded mass makes his way up to the lavish stately home surrounded by trees. The rain lashes to the ground but the bearded man doesn't seem bothered by the wet conditions as he continues up the drive. Upon finally reaching the door, the bearded man grabs the knocker and pulls it towards; releasing it and sending a booming sound into the residence. Then, only silence follows for a few moments as he waits; his deep breaths the only sound audible to him.
Suddenly, the door swings open to reveal Mia, the partner of John Constantine and the mother of his child. With a smile on her face and a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, Mia welcomes the man warmly.
Mia: Abel! It's so nice to see you again!
Abel gives Mia a nod of appreciation before stepping inside the doorway and shaking his head from side to side, spraying the inside of the building with moisture as he does.
Abel: Thank you kindly, Ma'am. I'm looking for Mr. Con-stan-tine...
Mia allows her smile to widen as he accepts a dingy denim coat from the massive beast standing before her.
Mia: Of course. He is expecting you, Abel. He's in the study. But you don't have to call him Mr Constantine, you know? He prefers John from his friends.
Abel: All the same to you, Ma'am, I'll continue callin' him Mr. Con-stan-tine. It ain't that I don't know him as a friend or nothin'. It's just the way I am.
Mia bows her head in acceptance before turning on her heels and leading the gigantic man down the hallways adorned by beautiful paintings and decorations. As Mia and Abel turn left down another hallway, Abel catches sight of something interesting. At trophy cabinet filled with the most precious of titles in WZCW. The WZCW Heavyweight Championship, the WZCW Elite X Championship and the King for a Day Briefcase. As Mia opens the door to a room, Abel stops and ponders the trophy cabinet. Eyeing it with suspicion, Abel is soon rejoined by Mia; who quickly notices what Abel has been staring at. Smiling and patting Abel on the back, Mia ushers him through the door and into a dark room. In the corner, of the room, to the right of the lavish fireplace, Constantine sits; hunched over and studying a chessboard. Upon noticing that Abel has entered the room, Constantine springs from the chair and welcomes him with open arms.
Constantine: Abel, old boy! How the devil are you?
Abel offers Constantine a nod of acknowledgement as The Power Trip walks across the carpeted floor towards him.
Abel: As far as things go, I guess I can't complain. Things been goin' well for me lately.
Constantine: Excellent news, Abel. Excellent!
Constantine's exclamations are soon joined by a quick pat on the back of the giant. Guiding Abel across the floor so that he is soon standing over the chessboard, Constantine quickly retakes his seat at one side of it.
Abel: Beggin' your pardon, Mr Con-stan-tine, I ain't no expert at Chess. I always thought that was a thinkin' man's game. Mr Holmes-
Constantine: Nonsense, Abel! Please, sit.
Constantine points towards the seat across from him as Abel looks down at it. Letting out a small sigh, Abel crashes into the leather chair and sits forward to match the posture of his tag team partner for Meltdown.
Constantine: I'd like to tell you a story, Abel. In fact, it's the reason that I brought you here tonight. And it's also the reason that I asked you not to bring along Steven Holmes.
Constantine fixes all of the pieces on the chessboard so that they are back in their original position as he continues to talk to Abel.
Constantine: A few years ago, I went to Keystone City to meet one of the great Champions of this industry. As I entered Keystone City, I couldn't believe that someone as important to the wrestling business and WZCW was just slumming it with the plebs of this world and, rather strangely, playing chess with them. I got out of the limousine and walked through the crowd and, sure as anything, there was Titus moving pieces around the board against a horrible looking member of the great unwashed.
The Power Trip finishes moving all of the pieces on the board back to their original position before urging Abel to move the first piece. Abel offers Constantine a look of confusion before moving one of the pawns across the board. Constantine allows a smile to appear on his face as he leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.
Constantine: I remember having a frank discussion with him about my intentions in WZCW. I hadn't been in the company for very long at that point. In fact, it was probably about as long as you have been plying your trade in WZCW. I told Titus, in my own arrogance, that I was coming for him. He was the best that WZCW had to offer and that's what I wanted to be. Inside, I knew that I had all of the talent and drive to become one of the greatest Champions this company has ever seen. I even warned Titus that his day was over. My time was coming and that he should stay out of my way or pay the price.
Constantine s******s to himself as he moves forward in his chair and moves a pawn of his own. Abel, not to be outdone, moves another pawn on his side as the game begins in earnest. Before too long, both men are moving their pieces around the board as they chat.
Constantine: I remember the look that Titus gave me that day. For all my confidence and bravado, that look of apathy sent a shiver right down my spine. I'm sure that Titus had seen everything in that business at that point. Young punk kids like me thinking that they were the next big thing when, really, they didn't have a clue what they were going up against. That look was something I had never seen before or seen again since.
Once again, Constantine allows a s****** to come through his lips as the game continues.
Constantine: Before too long, I was starting to make waves in this company but it wasn't enough. I had become the Elite X Champion and I was happy. But the biggest prize in this industry is not a belt or a Championship. It's a legacy. I knew that people weren't going to remember someone who's biggest achievement was being an Elite X Champion...
Abel concentrates on Constantine as The Power Trip seems to lose himself in his thoughts for a moment.
Abel: All due respect, Mr Con-stan-tine, what does this mean to someone like me?
Constantine looks Abel in the eyes for a moment before picking his knight up from the board and moving it between his fingers and concentrating on it deeply.
Constantine: For a long time in this business, Abel, I fancied myself the King of the board. And in some ways, I guess that chess is a lot like WZCW. The pawns of this business will go to battle and will fall by numbers. The big names of this business, held in reserve for the bigger wars... So much can be said of strategy and conclusions could be drawn. But the fact of the matter is that the King rarely moves on the board. Throughout the game, the King lies in wait; knowing that he might be toppled at some point. So they stand behind their warriors; willing to fight for him; caring very little about what happens to them, or even who they are.
Constantine puts his knight down on a new square as Abel continues to move his pieces around the board with frightening speed.
Constantine: The great lie of WZCW is making wrestlers think that they are the Kings on the board. In reality, their can only be one King on each side of the board. And if you aren't the King, then you just serve the King. And that, Abel, is the reason that I brought you here tonight... On your own.
Abel suddenly stops playing and gives Constantine a look of anger.
Abel: You best be watchin' what you say next, Mr Con-stan-tine.
Constantine relaxes back in his seat as he looks deep into the eyes of the man from Dead Horse.
Constantine: I like you, Abel. I really do. But you cannot deny that Steven Holmes is your master. He has surrounded himself with people that he will use to fight his battles for him.
Abel: That's enough!
Abel shoots out of his chair, hitting the board as he does and knocking all of the pieces onto the floor. Rather chillingly, Constantine remains seated, looking down towards the pieces of wood lying all over the floor.
Constantine: Going back to when I first met Titus, Abel. I knew that my legacy is what was going to define me. Before too long, I was climbing into bed with people who, I knew, I couldn't trust. It was a toxic environment to be working in. Neither man trusted the other and, to that end, we both knew that it was going to come to an end one way or another. One of those men was Steven Holmes.
Abel turns on his heels and begins marching towards the door.
Constantine: Abel!
Abel turns once more towards the Power Trip.
Constantine: This relationship with Austin Reynolds... It's nothing more than surrounding himself with more pieces on the WZCW board. I don't want you to be like me, Abel.
Finally, Constantine gets to his feet and slowly begins moving across the floor towards the wary giant of a man.
Constantine: Steven Holmes cannot be trusted, Abel, you must see that. He is using you. This week, we team again to take on Theron Daggershield and Justin Cooper. But Steven Holmes will remain on one side of the ropes, using us like a puppet. We are the ones fighting his battles and, with the addition of Austin Reynolds, we are all begin played.
Abel remains quiet as he loses himself in thought this time.
Suddenly, the door bursts open to reveal none other than Steven Holmes; dripping wet and looking furious.
Suddenly, the door swings open to reveal Mia, the partner of John Constantine and the mother of his child. With a smile on her face and a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, Mia welcomes the man warmly.
Mia: Abel! It's so nice to see you again!
Abel gives Mia a nod of appreciation before stepping inside the doorway and shaking his head from side to side, spraying the inside of the building with moisture as he does.
Abel: Thank you kindly, Ma'am. I'm looking for Mr. Con-stan-tine...
Mia allows her smile to widen as he accepts a dingy denim coat from the massive beast standing before her.
Mia: Of course. He is expecting you, Abel. He's in the study. But you don't have to call him Mr Constantine, you know? He prefers John from his friends.
Abel: All the same to you, Ma'am, I'll continue callin' him Mr. Con-stan-tine. It ain't that I don't know him as a friend or nothin'. It's just the way I am.
Mia bows her head in acceptance before turning on her heels and leading the gigantic man down the hallways adorned by beautiful paintings and decorations. As Mia and Abel turn left down another hallway, Abel catches sight of something interesting. At trophy cabinet filled with the most precious of titles in WZCW. The WZCW Heavyweight Championship, the WZCW Elite X Championship and the King for a Day Briefcase. As Mia opens the door to a room, Abel stops and ponders the trophy cabinet. Eyeing it with suspicion, Abel is soon rejoined by Mia; who quickly notices what Abel has been staring at. Smiling and patting Abel on the back, Mia ushers him through the door and into a dark room. In the corner, of the room, to the right of the lavish fireplace, Constantine sits; hunched over and studying a chessboard. Upon noticing that Abel has entered the room, Constantine springs from the chair and welcomes him with open arms.
Constantine: Abel, old boy! How the devil are you?
Abel offers Constantine a nod of acknowledgement as The Power Trip walks across the carpeted floor towards him.
Abel: As far as things go, I guess I can't complain. Things been goin' well for me lately.
Constantine: Excellent news, Abel. Excellent!
Constantine's exclamations are soon joined by a quick pat on the back of the giant. Guiding Abel across the floor so that he is soon standing over the chessboard, Constantine quickly retakes his seat at one side of it.
Abel: Beggin' your pardon, Mr Con-stan-tine, I ain't no expert at Chess. I always thought that was a thinkin' man's game. Mr Holmes-
Constantine: Nonsense, Abel! Please, sit.
Constantine points towards the seat across from him as Abel looks down at it. Letting out a small sigh, Abel crashes into the leather chair and sits forward to match the posture of his tag team partner for Meltdown.
Constantine: I'd like to tell you a story, Abel. In fact, it's the reason that I brought you here tonight. And it's also the reason that I asked you not to bring along Steven Holmes.
Constantine fixes all of the pieces on the chessboard so that they are back in their original position as he continues to talk to Abel.
Constantine: A few years ago, I went to Keystone City to meet one of the great Champions of this industry. As I entered Keystone City, I couldn't believe that someone as important to the wrestling business and WZCW was just slumming it with the plebs of this world and, rather strangely, playing chess with them. I got out of the limousine and walked through the crowd and, sure as anything, there was Titus moving pieces around the board against a horrible looking member of the great unwashed.
The Power Trip finishes moving all of the pieces on the board back to their original position before urging Abel to move the first piece. Abel offers Constantine a look of confusion before moving one of the pawns across the board. Constantine allows a smile to appear on his face as he leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.
Constantine: I remember having a frank discussion with him about my intentions in WZCW. I hadn't been in the company for very long at that point. In fact, it was probably about as long as you have been plying your trade in WZCW. I told Titus, in my own arrogance, that I was coming for him. He was the best that WZCW had to offer and that's what I wanted to be. Inside, I knew that I had all of the talent and drive to become one of the greatest Champions this company has ever seen. I even warned Titus that his day was over. My time was coming and that he should stay out of my way or pay the price.
Constantine s******s to himself as he moves forward in his chair and moves a pawn of his own. Abel, not to be outdone, moves another pawn on his side as the game begins in earnest. Before too long, both men are moving their pieces around the board as they chat.
Constantine: I remember the look that Titus gave me that day. For all my confidence and bravado, that look of apathy sent a shiver right down my spine. I'm sure that Titus had seen everything in that business at that point. Young punk kids like me thinking that they were the next big thing when, really, they didn't have a clue what they were going up against. That look was something I had never seen before or seen again since.
Once again, Constantine allows a s****** to come through his lips as the game continues.
Constantine: Before too long, I was starting to make waves in this company but it wasn't enough. I had become the Elite X Champion and I was happy. But the biggest prize in this industry is not a belt or a Championship. It's a legacy. I knew that people weren't going to remember someone who's biggest achievement was being an Elite X Champion...
Abel concentrates on Constantine as The Power Trip seems to lose himself in his thoughts for a moment.
Abel: All due respect, Mr Con-stan-tine, what does this mean to someone like me?
Constantine looks Abel in the eyes for a moment before picking his knight up from the board and moving it between his fingers and concentrating on it deeply.
Constantine: For a long time in this business, Abel, I fancied myself the King of the board. And in some ways, I guess that chess is a lot like WZCW. The pawns of this business will go to battle and will fall by numbers. The big names of this business, held in reserve for the bigger wars... So much can be said of strategy and conclusions could be drawn. But the fact of the matter is that the King rarely moves on the board. Throughout the game, the King lies in wait; knowing that he might be toppled at some point. So they stand behind their warriors; willing to fight for him; caring very little about what happens to them, or even who they are.
Constantine puts his knight down on a new square as Abel continues to move his pieces around the board with frightening speed.
Constantine: The great lie of WZCW is making wrestlers think that they are the Kings on the board. In reality, their can only be one King on each side of the board. And if you aren't the King, then you just serve the King. And that, Abel, is the reason that I brought you here tonight... On your own.
Abel suddenly stops playing and gives Constantine a look of anger.
Abel: You best be watchin' what you say next, Mr Con-stan-tine.
Constantine relaxes back in his seat as he looks deep into the eyes of the man from Dead Horse.
Constantine: I like you, Abel. I really do. But you cannot deny that Steven Holmes is your master. He has surrounded himself with people that he will use to fight his battles for him.
Abel: That's enough!
Abel shoots out of his chair, hitting the board as he does and knocking all of the pieces onto the floor. Rather chillingly, Constantine remains seated, looking down towards the pieces of wood lying all over the floor.
Constantine: Going back to when I first met Titus, Abel. I knew that my legacy is what was going to define me. Before too long, I was climbing into bed with people who, I knew, I couldn't trust. It was a toxic environment to be working in. Neither man trusted the other and, to that end, we both knew that it was going to come to an end one way or another. One of those men was Steven Holmes.
Abel turns on his heels and begins marching towards the door.
Constantine: Abel!
Abel turns once more towards the Power Trip.
Constantine: This relationship with Austin Reynolds... It's nothing more than surrounding himself with more pieces on the WZCW board. I don't want you to be like me, Abel.
Finally, Constantine gets to his feet and slowly begins moving across the floor towards the wary giant of a man.
Constantine: Steven Holmes cannot be trusted, Abel, you must see that. He is using you. This week, we team again to take on Theron Daggershield and Justin Cooper. But Steven Holmes will remain on one side of the ropes, using us like a puppet. We are the ones fighting his battles and, with the addition of Austin Reynolds, we are all begin played.
Abel remains quiet as he loses himself in thought this time.
Suddenly, the door bursts open to reveal none other than Steven Holmes; dripping wet and looking furious.
Da Prophet
Mid-Card Championship Winner
While it may not seem special, thousands gathered on the shores of Bondi for this Sunday afternoon. Bondi isnt shy of hosting a crowd on any given day but this was no ordinary beach get together. Today was an event that had been delayed for two weeks but finally the wait was over. Children hurried onto the beach, running through the hot sand as their parents yelled for them to slow down. It was chaotic but in the most light hearted sense of the word. This was the hot ticket, those who couldnt get one of the highly sought-after spots on the beach found themselves watching from afar. The famous Bondi lifeguards were out in full force and the media circled like vultures including Fitzy and Wippa!
A large banner covered the top of the main lifeguard tower at the Northern end. It was bright yellow, an eyesore for sure, however it got the message across; Cooper and Keaton Championship Celebration. Long overdue was the perfect way to describe this event. It had previously been set for the immediate days after Gold Rush, flights permitting of course, however the injuries suffered by Mark Keaton resulted in the cancellation of the event. While on the road it just didnt feel right for Cooper to celebrate anywhere other than his hometown and not while his brother in arms (#throwback) was stuck in a hospital bed. Today was a grand occasion for all involved. The crowd was fired up to welcome the wrestling champions, signs were made and the local council had spent some of their cash on fireworks and Bronwyn Bishop even shared her helicopter.
Members of the local Indigenous community gathered around the large stage that had been built along the beach. In an expression of the cultural background of Australia the Indigenous members began to hit large drums that were aligned along the stage. The thunderous beat was followed by the sound of a digeridoo and fireworks exploding in the background. From over the water a helicopter flew into sight once the fireworks had subsided. Never one to shy away from a cliché, Justin Cooper parachuted out of the bird and landed onto the stage. Cooper unhooked all his gear, revealing a casual dress combination of a shirt and jeans. He waved to the crowd and thanked all the Indigenous People on stage with him. Cooper took centre stage, he grabbed a microphone from a crew member and took a moment to gather himself. Finally...
Justin: Ive been waiting for this for several weeks now so you gotta give me better than that!
The crowd cheered again. Cooper smiled and motioned to one of the workers. After some rushing around behind the scenes Cooper got what he desired; his WZCW Tag Team Championship.
Justin: Thank you. Now we can really get this thing going. So let me start by saying how proud I am that we got such a big turnout for little old me. When I pitched doing a celebration like this there were some who didnt think youd show up for Justin Cooper. Oh, believe me, I got emails for organisers all over Sydney and none of them thought I could draw enough people. You know what I said to them?
Cooper walks over to the edge of the stage and picks up a bottle of water. He takes a sip before placing it on a speaker just a few metres away from him.
Justin: I told them that you guys werent coming to see me. I was coming to see all of you. This isnt about me today, get that idea out of your head right now. This is for all of you who believed that this was possible. For all of you who wrote me messages saying that Ty Burna was not invincible. It was a tough fight but for every message I got on Twitter saying Ty was gonna kill me, I got a message saying that Australia had my back. So, dont think for a second that Im the only champion here. You guys are champions because of the support you gave me. You guys make me proud to be Australian... speaking of which, I think Im overdressed for this thing. Were at Bondi, so why not dress like it?
He puts down the microphone on the speaker and walks back into the middle of the stage. Cooper smirks and then rips his shirt off, throwing the remains into the crowd. He takes off his jeans and reveals Billabong boardshorts. Thats not it however as Cooper points down at his shoes, kicks them off and pulls out a pair of thongs. One final touch sends the crowd over the edge; Cooper points into the crowd and a few seconds later he has an Australian flag thrown at him. As every Australian knows there is only one course of action when shirtless and holding a flag; wear it like its a cape and youre runnin through Cronulla on Australia Day. Cooper is decked out in front of the pure Aussie crowd. Receiving the largest ovation of his career Cooper struts out proudly and hoists the WZCW Tag Team Championship above his head.
???: Hold on a second!
Who is this? Cooper knows but the crowd doesnt. Are those crutches? Yes! Crutches with diamonds and glitter which means that can only be one man! Its Mark Keaton! The Remarkable One is back! Keaton hobbles onto the stage with his custom crutches and embraces his tag team partner and fellow champion.
Mark: Youre damn right that youre not the only champion here tonight. You think you could take all the glory for yourself, buddy?
Justin: Aw, you caught me.
They hug once again. For the first time since Gold Rush the WZCW Tag Team Champions are together. The media members are rushing to get a good picture, the crowd is just happy to see both healthy and back together. Keaton has his title around his waist while Cooper holds his over his shoulder.
Mark: Ive been in hospital for a little bit and I cant remember everything so correct me if Im wrong but is that one half of the WZCW Tag Team Championships on your shoulder?
Justin: Oh my! Yes, I do believe it is. Wait a second, look at your waist!
Mark: Is this the other half of the WZCW Tag Team Championships?
Justin: Im do have a collection of other WZCW Championships, including an Elite X and two Mayhem Champions, and I can confirm that what you possess is in fact an official WZCW Championship.
Keaton looks towards the crowd, then back to Justin, quickly to the crowd once more and finally back to Justin.
Mark: You know what this means?
Justin: I think I do.
Mark: Ty Burna and Mr. Dragon have misplaced their titles. We should alert the local authorities so they can be given back to them. As law obeying citizens of both Australia and Detroit I feel like it is our duty to make sure these titles are returned to their rightful owners.
Some of the crowd laugh but it seems the joke may have gone over the head of some of the younger fans. Cooper approaches Mark and places his arm around him.
Justin: This one says my name and that one says your name. I think...
Mark: WERE THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS BABY!!! I TOLD YOU! GREATEST TEAM ALIVE! HOW YOU LIKE THAT BABY? COOPER AND KEATON!
The crowd cheers wildly for the boys. Mark attempts to run but immediately stacks it and has to by helped back to his feet by Justin. The champions share a laugh before Cooper turns to the audience.
Justin: Let me repeat that for everyone; Justin Cooper and Mark Keaton are your WZCW Tag Team Champions!
Mark: We beat em all and did it without a hitch. Im going to be rookie of the year, I can feel it!
Justin: Hey, Mark dont be disrespectful.
Mark: Come on man, we kicked their arse!
The crowd cheers again while Mark fist pumps.
Mark: Everyone doubted us. They all thought we didnt stand a chance because of Ty Burna and his spooky powers but did that stop us? Hell no! When the world told us that we couldnt do it, did we just give in and let Ty Burna win? No, we stepped up and kicked their arse all over Gold Rush. Were the best team in the world and were not going anywhere!
Justin: Sure they doubted us but I mean thats fair. Who the hell are we compared to the other teams? We didnt stand a chance? Justin Cooper and Mark Keaton, we're nobodies compared to the others guys that were in the division.
Justin begins walks across the stage while Mark leans back against a speaker.
Justin: Men of Mayhem had months of experience and we were just two guys thrown together. We could never beat them. I mean, Logan McAllister was one of the hottest rookies in the business at that point but we beat him.
Mark: Didn't we beat him so bad his team broke up?
Justin: Dont forget about the other guy in the duo. Armando Paradyse, a former Mayhem Champion and the man who dethroned Alex Bowen. Surely we couldn't beat him? Oh... we did beat him.
Cooper scratches his head, pondering his thoughts for a moment before rushing over to some fans in the front row.
Justin: The Beard! He was King for Day, World Champion and a Tag Champion. He main evented Kingdom Come before and is surely far superior to either Mark or I.
Fans: BUT YOU BEAT HIM!
Justin: We beat him twice and they still didnt believe!
Mark: Elite X Champion, elegAnt, a tough competitor with a world of experience. Surely hed get the best of me since Im a rookie and you had only just returned.
Justin: We kicked his masked arse around the ring twice! Do you understand what were getting at here people?
Cooper joins Mark back on stage and together the reigning WZCW Tag Team Champions hold the titles in their hands.
Justin: How about Dragon, Tag Team in his own right and a guy who had a wealth of experience. He teamed with a legend so of course we couldnt defeat him. WRONG! We beat him!
Mark: And finally...
Justin: Oh, the best one yet. World Champion for a year.
Mark: Lethal Lottery winner.
Justin: First ever Eurasian Champion.
Mark: WZCW Tag Team Champion.
Justin: Two time Kingdom Come main eventer.
Mark: Mayhem Champion.
Justin: Former Owner of WZCW.
Mark: The most feared man ever.
Justin: WZCW Hall of Famer.
Long pause.
Both: BUT IT DIDNT MATTER BECAUSE WE KICKED HIS ASS TOO!
The crowd cheers as the duo laugh. Cooper holds up his title high above his head, Keaton remains chilled out against the speaker.
Justin: Every single time we stepped into the ring they counted us out. We didnt stand a chance but here we are as the best damn tag team in the entire world. I dont give a damn if you like me or hate but you will recognize that we have beaten everybody who was put in front of us. Every time we were the underdogs but we are no longer the misfits who dont belong. We are the champions and if somebody wants a shot at us all they have to do is ask. I didnt come back to play around, I want to fight and I want to fight the best. If that means were going to have to cancel a ratings bomb or smack a snooty pom then so be it. Were the champions and thats all that matters.
Mark: I may not be able to compete this week but you can beat your ass that Im going to be at Unscripted. Oh you better believe that Im going to be right by my brothers side when we go into battle. I jumped off the damn titantron to win these titles... just think what Im willing to do to keep em! Oh and this week, Theron Daggershield you dont have to worry about any sneaky business. Sure last month we fought you in a tag match but were really nice if you get to know us.
Justin: Theron! Guys like you dont usually get along with guys like me but Im willing to play nice because nothing would make this week better than seeing Constantine, ole Johnny boy, on his back while I cover him for a three count! Common enemies make for strange alliances and I dont play well outside my family but I think you and I can see eye to eye on this one. Johnny and Abel, you two fools want another shot at me? Im going to be on Meltdown and unlike last week Im not going to be attacked by a jealous shell of a man. I hope you two can take a loss better than he could.
Mark: It doesnt take a dice roll for me to know that on Meltdown Johnny and Abel are gonna get whooped. Personally I would love to get my hands on those two after the tasteless victory they got over us last month. I dont even think it counts to be honest.
Cooper laughs.
Justin: Consider this the only warning that the world is going to get. Underestimate us all you want. Call us flukes and chumps or whatever else you untalented idiots can think of. Constantine, Im sure youll talk about me being arrogant or being your student and how much better you are than I am. I'm sure you'll sit on your high horse and gloat about everything you've done just like Ty Burna did. All those titles you've won, well, they don't make me punching you in the face hurt any less. Abel I dont know if you can comprehend what is happening. So let me say this slowly; Y-O-U S-U-C-K. Together you two will surely find a reason to discredit Mark and I winning the titles just like every other person has. Doubt us, please do it again. Do it until we beat you, which goes for everyone. I know this week Mark isnt competing but he will be back and when he is, please call us out. Make a challenge and youll find out just like every other team in this division did that WE DONT GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT! We always come out on top and we are for real!
Mark: Its Cooper and Keaton vs. The World and it that isnt even a fair fight! Theron, I wish you luck this week and enjoy teaming with one half of the best tag team in the world. Dont get to comfortable though, Im injured, not retired. ILL BE BACK, BABY!
Justin: Thank you all for being here, goodnight!
Fireworks go off in the background as Mark Keatons band, The Three Smokes Band, emerges from beneath the stage floor and begins playing. The crowd cheers as Mark and Justin embrace after a successful championship celebration.
A large banner covered the top of the main lifeguard tower at the Northern end. It was bright yellow, an eyesore for sure, however it got the message across; Cooper and Keaton Championship Celebration. Long overdue was the perfect way to describe this event. It had previously been set for the immediate days after Gold Rush, flights permitting of course, however the injuries suffered by Mark Keaton resulted in the cancellation of the event. While on the road it just didnt feel right for Cooper to celebrate anywhere other than his hometown and not while his brother in arms (#throwback) was stuck in a hospital bed. Today was a grand occasion for all involved. The crowd was fired up to welcome the wrestling champions, signs were made and the local council had spent some of their cash on fireworks and Bronwyn Bishop even shared her helicopter.
Members of the local Indigenous community gathered around the large stage that had been built along the beach. In an expression of the cultural background of Australia the Indigenous members began to hit large drums that were aligned along the stage. The thunderous beat was followed by the sound of a digeridoo and fireworks exploding in the background. From over the water a helicopter flew into sight once the fireworks had subsided. Never one to shy away from a cliché, Justin Cooper parachuted out of the bird and landed onto the stage. Cooper unhooked all his gear, revealing a casual dress combination of a shirt and jeans. He waved to the crowd and thanked all the Indigenous People on stage with him. Cooper took centre stage, he grabbed a microphone from a crew member and took a moment to gather himself. Finally...
Justin: Ive been waiting for this for several weeks now so you gotta give me better than that!
The crowd cheered again. Cooper smiled and motioned to one of the workers. After some rushing around behind the scenes Cooper got what he desired; his WZCW Tag Team Championship.
Justin: Thank you. Now we can really get this thing going. So let me start by saying how proud I am that we got such a big turnout for little old me. When I pitched doing a celebration like this there were some who didnt think youd show up for Justin Cooper. Oh, believe me, I got emails for organisers all over Sydney and none of them thought I could draw enough people. You know what I said to them?
Cooper walks over to the edge of the stage and picks up a bottle of water. He takes a sip before placing it on a speaker just a few metres away from him.
Justin: I told them that you guys werent coming to see me. I was coming to see all of you. This isnt about me today, get that idea out of your head right now. This is for all of you who believed that this was possible. For all of you who wrote me messages saying that Ty Burna was not invincible. It was a tough fight but for every message I got on Twitter saying Ty was gonna kill me, I got a message saying that Australia had my back. So, dont think for a second that Im the only champion here. You guys are champions because of the support you gave me. You guys make me proud to be Australian... speaking of which, I think Im overdressed for this thing. Were at Bondi, so why not dress like it?
He puts down the microphone on the speaker and walks back into the middle of the stage. Cooper smirks and then rips his shirt off, throwing the remains into the crowd. He takes off his jeans and reveals Billabong boardshorts. Thats not it however as Cooper points down at his shoes, kicks them off and pulls out a pair of thongs. One final touch sends the crowd over the edge; Cooper points into the crowd and a few seconds later he has an Australian flag thrown at him. As every Australian knows there is only one course of action when shirtless and holding a flag; wear it like its a cape and youre runnin through Cronulla on Australia Day. Cooper is decked out in front of the pure Aussie crowd. Receiving the largest ovation of his career Cooper struts out proudly and hoists the WZCW Tag Team Championship above his head.
???: Hold on a second!
Who is this? Cooper knows but the crowd doesnt. Are those crutches? Yes! Crutches with diamonds and glitter which means that can only be one man! Its Mark Keaton! The Remarkable One is back! Keaton hobbles onto the stage with his custom crutches and embraces his tag team partner and fellow champion.
Mark: Youre damn right that youre not the only champion here tonight. You think you could take all the glory for yourself, buddy?
Justin: Aw, you caught me.
They hug once again. For the first time since Gold Rush the WZCW Tag Team Champions are together. The media members are rushing to get a good picture, the crowd is just happy to see both healthy and back together. Keaton has his title around his waist while Cooper holds his over his shoulder.
Mark: Ive been in hospital for a little bit and I cant remember everything so correct me if Im wrong but is that one half of the WZCW Tag Team Championships on your shoulder?
Justin: Oh my! Yes, I do believe it is. Wait a second, look at your waist!
Mark: Is this the other half of the WZCW Tag Team Championships?
Justin: Im do have a collection of other WZCW Championships, including an Elite X and two Mayhem Champions, and I can confirm that what you possess is in fact an official WZCW Championship.
Keaton looks towards the crowd, then back to Justin, quickly to the crowd once more and finally back to Justin.
Mark: You know what this means?
Justin: I think I do.
Mark: Ty Burna and Mr. Dragon have misplaced their titles. We should alert the local authorities so they can be given back to them. As law obeying citizens of both Australia and Detroit I feel like it is our duty to make sure these titles are returned to their rightful owners.
Some of the crowd laugh but it seems the joke may have gone over the head of some of the younger fans. Cooper approaches Mark and places his arm around him.
Justin: This one says my name and that one says your name. I think...
Mark: WERE THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS BABY!!! I TOLD YOU! GREATEST TEAM ALIVE! HOW YOU LIKE THAT BABY? COOPER AND KEATON!
The crowd cheers wildly for the boys. Mark attempts to run but immediately stacks it and has to by helped back to his feet by Justin. The champions share a laugh before Cooper turns to the audience.
Justin: Let me repeat that for everyone; Justin Cooper and Mark Keaton are your WZCW Tag Team Champions!
Mark: We beat em all and did it without a hitch. Im going to be rookie of the year, I can feel it!
Justin: Hey, Mark dont be disrespectful.
Mark: Come on man, we kicked their arse!
The crowd cheers again while Mark fist pumps.
Mark: Everyone doubted us. They all thought we didnt stand a chance because of Ty Burna and his spooky powers but did that stop us? Hell no! When the world told us that we couldnt do it, did we just give in and let Ty Burna win? No, we stepped up and kicked their arse all over Gold Rush. Were the best team in the world and were not going anywhere!
Justin: Sure they doubted us but I mean thats fair. Who the hell are we compared to the other teams? We didnt stand a chance? Justin Cooper and Mark Keaton, we're nobodies compared to the others guys that were in the division.
Justin begins walks across the stage while Mark leans back against a speaker.
Justin: Men of Mayhem had months of experience and we were just two guys thrown together. We could never beat them. I mean, Logan McAllister was one of the hottest rookies in the business at that point but we beat him.
Mark: Didn't we beat him so bad his team broke up?
Justin: Dont forget about the other guy in the duo. Armando Paradyse, a former Mayhem Champion and the man who dethroned Alex Bowen. Surely we couldn't beat him? Oh... we did beat him.
Cooper scratches his head, pondering his thoughts for a moment before rushing over to some fans in the front row.
Justin: The Beard! He was King for Day, World Champion and a Tag Champion. He main evented Kingdom Come before and is surely far superior to either Mark or I.
Fans: BUT YOU BEAT HIM!
Justin: We beat him twice and they still didnt believe!
Mark: Elite X Champion, elegAnt, a tough competitor with a world of experience. Surely hed get the best of me since Im a rookie and you had only just returned.
Justin: We kicked his masked arse around the ring twice! Do you understand what were getting at here people?
Cooper joins Mark back on stage and together the reigning WZCW Tag Team Champions hold the titles in their hands.
Justin: How about Dragon, Tag Team in his own right and a guy who had a wealth of experience. He teamed with a legend so of course we couldnt defeat him. WRONG! We beat him!
Mark: And finally...
Justin: Oh, the best one yet. World Champion for a year.
Mark: Lethal Lottery winner.
Justin: First ever Eurasian Champion.
Mark: WZCW Tag Team Champion.
Justin: Two time Kingdom Come main eventer.
Mark: Mayhem Champion.
Justin: Former Owner of WZCW.
Mark: The most feared man ever.
Justin: WZCW Hall of Famer.
Long pause.
Both: BUT IT DIDNT MATTER BECAUSE WE KICKED HIS ASS TOO!
The crowd cheers as the duo laugh. Cooper holds up his title high above his head, Keaton remains chilled out against the speaker.
Justin: Every single time we stepped into the ring they counted us out. We didnt stand a chance but here we are as the best damn tag team in the entire world. I dont give a damn if you like me or hate but you will recognize that we have beaten everybody who was put in front of us. Every time we were the underdogs but we are no longer the misfits who dont belong. We are the champions and if somebody wants a shot at us all they have to do is ask. I didnt come back to play around, I want to fight and I want to fight the best. If that means were going to have to cancel a ratings bomb or smack a snooty pom then so be it. Were the champions and thats all that matters.
Mark: I may not be able to compete this week but you can beat your ass that Im going to be at Unscripted. Oh you better believe that Im going to be right by my brothers side when we go into battle. I jumped off the damn titantron to win these titles... just think what Im willing to do to keep em! Oh and this week, Theron Daggershield you dont have to worry about any sneaky business. Sure last month we fought you in a tag match but were really nice if you get to know us.
Justin: Theron! Guys like you dont usually get along with guys like me but Im willing to play nice because nothing would make this week better than seeing Constantine, ole Johnny boy, on his back while I cover him for a three count! Common enemies make for strange alliances and I dont play well outside my family but I think you and I can see eye to eye on this one. Johnny and Abel, you two fools want another shot at me? Im going to be on Meltdown and unlike last week Im not going to be attacked by a jealous shell of a man. I hope you two can take a loss better than he could.
Mark: It doesnt take a dice roll for me to know that on Meltdown Johnny and Abel are gonna get whooped. Personally I would love to get my hands on those two after the tasteless victory they got over us last month. I dont even think it counts to be honest.
Cooper laughs.
Justin: Consider this the only warning that the world is going to get. Underestimate us all you want. Call us flukes and chumps or whatever else you untalented idiots can think of. Constantine, Im sure youll talk about me being arrogant or being your student and how much better you are than I am. I'm sure you'll sit on your high horse and gloat about everything you've done just like Ty Burna did. All those titles you've won, well, they don't make me punching you in the face hurt any less. Abel I dont know if you can comprehend what is happening. So let me say this slowly; Y-O-U S-U-C-K. Together you two will surely find a reason to discredit Mark and I winning the titles just like every other person has. Doubt us, please do it again. Do it until we beat you, which goes for everyone. I know this week Mark isnt competing but he will be back and when he is, please call us out. Make a challenge and youll find out just like every other team in this division did that WE DONT GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT! We always come out on top and we are for real!
Mark: Its Cooper and Keaton vs. The World and it that isnt even a fair fight! Theron, I wish you luck this week and enjoy teaming with one half of the best tag team in the world. Dont get to comfortable though, Im injured, not retired. ILL BE BACK, BABY!
Justin: Thank you all for being here, goodnight!
Fireworks go off in the background as Mark Keatons band, The Three Smokes Band, emerges from beneath the stage floor and begins playing. The crowd cheers as Mark and Justin embrace after a successful championship celebration.
Scene opens up to a view of a busy food court of a mall. People of all ages are seen walking about, some with trays of food and others with bags of items they purchased. Theron Daggershield is seen walking onscreen wearing blue jeans and a Mario Kart shirt. Following behind him is his girlfriend and new onscreen manager in WZCW, Tiffany Wyatt, who is carrying a black binder in one hand and her pink purse in the other. Theron looks around for a good place to sit, before walking over to a booth that is empty.
Theron: Let's sit here.
They both sit down at the booth.
Tiffany: Tell me again why we are eating here instead of somewhere a little more quiet? We need to plan for your next match.
Theron: It'll be a lot cheaper here. I know the Rogue who runs the pizza place, he gives me a great discount anytime I come. Unless you'd rather have something else? Where would you like to eat?
His girlfriend looks around at the food selection in the vicinity. The various food shops are all along a circular wall with the seating area located in the middle. She notices in clockwise order a burger place, a sandwich shop, the pizza place Theron spoke of, and a desert place selling all sorts of ice cream.
Tiffany: Pizza will be fine.
Theron: Awesome. I'm gonna have a Peperoni Jalapeno Pizza. What do you want?
Tiffany: Get me a Cheese Pizza slice. And some water. Hurry back though, ok?
Theron: Of course!
He walks offscreen. Tiffany opens up her black binder. Inside it are paperwork for Theron's matches and a complicated looking Brainstorming Map that has Theron's name in the center inside a large red circle and there are several secondary branches in many other colors. The screen freeze frames and Tiffany's thoughts are heard.
Tiffany: (Voice-over) I am now in week two of being Shawn's onscreen manager. The WZCW officials are still trying to get me to convince Shawn to open up about his actual self. Earlier this week they asked me if I remember how long it has been since the last time Shawn answered to his real name instead of being "in-character" as they say, and why he began to constantly be in-character 24 hours a day. I knew the answer to the "when" portion, but not the "why". I had told them I would get back to them. Shawn stopped answering to his real name nearly 3 years ago. The week he faced Steven Holmes at Ascension 69. Something happened that week, but I never found out what it was.
A mosaic animation transitions us to a flashback.
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We see Theron from the past walking into the breezeway between apartment buildings. Tiffany from the past is there waiting for him. They begin speaking but at first no part of their conversation is heard as they speak, only what sounds like a heartbeat in the background. Then after a moment, we are able to hear a portion of the conversation.
2013 Tiffany: I did.... I'm very proud of you, Shawn.
2013 Theron: It's Theron. I don't answer to Shawn anymore.
2013 Tiffany: Whatever. I'm glad you are living your dream. I just wish I got to spend more time with you, that's all.
The conversation continues, but this portion is not heard. We hear Tiffany's thoughts from the present in the background.
Tiffany: (Voice-over) I wish I had stayed that night, Shawn even wanted me to play Dungeons & Dragons. I had a test to study for and I was upset at drama that was caused by Austin, who is the handler of Keifasar the Dread Necromancer. Instead, I left. Something happened earlier that night to make Shawn suddenly drop his real name, and something else happened that must have caused him to begin "Theronizing" his surroundings, it began at the very next round of shows, the Redemption 2013 pay-per-view.
The door to the apartment they are standing in front of opens. Ian, who is one of Theron's roommates as well as his Dungeon Master walks outside. Now we can hear the conversation again.
Ian: Sorry to interrupt but are you two done yet? Austin finished his smoke break long ago.
2013 Theron turns to face Ian.
2013 Theron: Yeah, I'll be right there.
Ian goes back inside and Theron faces Tiffany again.
2013 Tiffany: I have to go study for a Church History test anyhow. Have fun, and good luck in your match. I'll be watching.
She gives 2013 Theron a hug before walking offscreen. The Theron from the past leans up with his back against the wall as a mosaic animation takes us back to the present.
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Tiffany has her iPhone out and is typing a text message. The only thing we can hear is her thoughts.
Tiffany: (Voice-over) I never thought to ask Ian, but he may be my only chance at unlocking this mystery. You may or may not know Ian a little better as Kaleesta The Healer, from the Merry Band of Misfits. You see.... Ian, despite being a male in the real world, is the handler of Kaleesta the D&D character. Shawn sees Ian as Kaleesta similarly to how he sees me as the Paladin named Kirilah that I played in D&D. It is easier for Shawn if I play along and use his "Theronisms" when speaking with him, although I often have to take a moment to remember what he calls someone or something. It is very complicated.
The angle zooms in on the text message and it is able to be seen in its entirety while she proofreads it before sending it.
Suddenly a large plate with a slice of Cheese Pizza blocks the iPhone from view. Angle zooms out to show Theron has returned, he is extending his hand out to Tiffany holding her meal.
Theron: Here you go. What were you reading on your iTome?
Tiffany: I was just proofreading a message I am sending to.... Kaleesta.
She manages to close the binder before he can see the brainstorming map. He sits down and they begin eating their pizza. Theron takes a Crushed Red Pepper shaker and adds a substantial amount of the spice to his pizza slice before proceeding to scarf down the pizza slice quickly, then chugs a bottle of water. He finishes his entire meal and his water in the time it took Tiffany to take four bites of hers.
Theron: Ah, delicious. Alright, I'm ready to talk about my next gladiatorial combat round. Have they told you who my next opponent will be?
She takes a sip from her water before answering him.
Tiffany: Well, remember that interview we had right before your match on.... Burnup?
Theron: The one where he hinted that I should form a tag team? Wait.... they aren't making me tag team AGAIN are they!? Kirilah! I'm a warrior who fights his own battles!
Tiffany: Do you want the good news first or the bad news first?
Theron: The bad, Kirilah. Always tell me the bad news first.
Tiffany: They did put you in a tag team match on Burnup 130. Your opponents are.... Kaiser & Kain Nectarslice.
The Warblade thinks to himself for a bit as he processes this information. She pulls her iPhone back out and sends the text message from earlier to Ian.
Theron: Wait, so that was the bad news? Kirilah, this is my chance to avenge my losses to Kain Nectarslice! If Kaiser is his partner then that only raises my confidence. I know I can defeat Kaiser. Remember the Risky Raffle last year? Kaiser was the one I defeated to win the World Gladiatorial Heavyweight Championship. This is great! Who is my partner?
Tiffany: One half of the current Tag Team Champions.... Justinian Imp.
Theron: Even better! Justinian knows the tactics of tag team battles better than most. He defeated The Draconic Liches in one of the biggest upsets in history. Not to mention the fact that I have vanquished enemies in the past when teaming with Tag Team Champions. Just look at my matches when I teamed with The Draconic Liches at Elevation 103 or Michelangelo Tempest at Burnup 124.
Tiffany: I'll arrange for a meeting. Justinian and his tag team partner are celebrating their tag team win nearby. Before I contact your teammate, I think there is something else we should discuss. You were ok with choosing a new entrance theme. The officials from the Talent Relations department asked me to find out if there are some other changes you would be willing to make, more things that could help refresh you in the eyes of your fans.
Theron: What exactly did they have in mind?
She takes another sip from her bottled water and ponders for a moment, knowing the danger of asking him to break character, and then answers.
Tiffany: Well, let us work our way up to the bigger changes. How about choosing a new set of graphics to go with your promos? The 20-sided dice on the tiled map were awesome, but the fans might think it would be cool to see something new since you are in a new season of life at this time.
The Warblade thinks about this briefly, and with a grin on his face gives her his response.
Theron: I like it, Kirilah! Picking a new bardic piece for my entrances was one thing, however a new graphic set isn't a bad idea. Maybe something out of the new tomes.
Theron takes out his 5th edition Dungeons & Dragons Player's Handbook, Dungeon Master Guide, and Monster Manual. He begins flipping through them. Tiffany starts texting on her iPhone.
Tiffany: Great. I am going to send a message to Justinian asking him to meet with us. While I do that, why don't you think of some new graphics to use.
Scene fades out.
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Scene fades back in to a hotel elevator. Four hours have passed and Theron has selected new graphics for use. Now he is on his way to meet up with Cooper. Theron and Tiffany are alone inside the elevator, wearing business casual attire.
Theron: Did you send off the graphics that I picked for approval?
Tiffany: Yes. The Gold Dragon, the Green Dragon, and the artwork of the battle with a Red Dragon. Each with one of your red speckle D20's. Just like you asked. They should already be ready for use the next time your fans want to know what has been going on in your life between matches.
Theron: Cool. Make sure they use the Gold Dragon this week, I want that to be used for Burnup matches from now on. It's actually been kinda fun to pick out these new changes. What are some of the other ones you're contemplating?
The elevator reaches the Lobby Floor and the chime is heard. The door opens. Tiffany is relieved to not have to answer Theron's question just yet.
Tiffany: We can discuss that later. Justinian is meeting us over at the bar.
They exit the elevator and walk past the concierge desk over to the bar. It is fairly empty. They spot Justin Cooper sitting at a table in the back and sit down at the table across from him.
Tiffany: Sorry we are late, Justin. I had to send off some information for Theron to WZCW Talent Relations.
Cooper: That's quite alright. Theron, let's talk about how we're going to win this match.
Theron: Sure. I'm actually pretty excited to be teaming up with you in this battle. Even though I prefer to fight my own battles, it has always been fun to enter combat alongside a Gladiatorial Tag Team Champion!
Cooper: Hard to believe, isn't it? I can't speak for Mark, but I do know we proved the world wrong when we defeated the Phantoms of Chaos at Gold Rush.
Tiffany: A truly remarkable victory.
Cooper: I see what you did there.
A few seconds pass with no one speaking, then Tiffany breaks the silence.
Tiffany: So how IS Mark doing, Justin?
Cooper: Still healing. He hopes to return soon. I may not have him on my team this round, although I do have a former World Champion in Theron.
Theron: And I won that World Gladiatorial Championship from a battle against Kaiser, who is one of our opponents this round. I know I can defeat Kaiser, but Kain I am a little more worried about. However, I'm highly confident that together we can win. I have teamed up with both members of the Draconic Liches, two of the most powerful gladiators ever. You, Justinian, defeated them in tag team action. If there's anybody I want on my side right now in a tag team battle, it's you.
Cooper: Then let's win this one for Mark. He will eventually return and our win at Meltdown 130 will be a sign to my next team of challengers, that they will never be able to defeat "the one who defeated the greatest to ever live".
Theron: Agreed. Kirilah, take out the 20-sided gemstones.
Tiffany takes out two 20-sided dice from her purse. A red speckle and a green speckle. She hands the red one to Theron and sets the green speckle down on the table in front of Justin Cooper.
Theron: Go ahead and roll, Justinian.
Cooper and Theron both roll. Theron's red dice lands on an 18 and the green dice rolled by Justin lands on a 19.
Theron: At Burnup 130 the lawful evil politician Kaiser and the monstrous berserker Kain Nectarslice will be vanquished by The Warblade of Mystra and Justinian Imp! I'll take care of Kaiser. You take care of Nectarslice.
Cooper: You got it.
Theron: May the way of the Warblade lead to the light!
Angle zooms in on the two dice as the scene fades to black.
FunKay the Inevitable
People Like Me, We Don't Play
A crash of thunder and a flash of lighting as a shadow is cast long across the battle of wits between John Constantine and Abel Hunnicutt. The shadow of one Steven Holmes. He steps in, soaked to the bone. Water slowly drips from his sodden self onto the no doubt expensive carpeting of castle Constantine.
He drags himself towards the tandem and Abel Hunnicutt lowers his head, out of respect for his master. Constantine merely sneers, his conversation ended and discussion thwarted. Hunnicutt stands aside, still bowing his head as Holmes carefully makes his way over to Abels spot. He does not even acknowledge the monster and instead takes his place.
Holmes: John
Constantine need not retort, his face says it all, his brow furrowed, his eyes like steel, his lips tight and his nostrils flared. Holmes slowly raises a hand and Abels head rises. He looks at his masters back and awaits command.
Holmes: Leave us.
Constantine: Dont do it Abel.
The room falls silent, the two power players locked in a deathly gaze at one another. Abel stands, stoic, unmoving, not following any command. He remains, until Holmes eyes dash toward the door from which Holmes had entered. Then, the leviathan slowly turns and marches himself toward the exit.
Constantine: Dont be a pawn Abel. You can take control of your destiny. You can rise and be great on your own and fulfil all that you wish to. Just refuse his commands and break free.
Still the man monster refuses to listen, the doorway immanent.
Constantine: You can shatter his control, you can be yourself.
Abruptly Hunnicutt stops. He very slowly turns to lock eyes with John Constantine one more time.
Abel: Thats jus it, Con-stan-tine. I am mahsel.
With another flare of lighting and boom of thunder, Abels scars are illuminated and his yellowed teeth are bared for all to see. After a few moments and with Constantine still unflinching, Abel breaks their contact and exits, taking the door and slamming it behind him. There are now only two though Constantines gaze is still focused on the now vacated spot where Hunnicutt once stood. He all but ignores his long time adversary and one time friend stood across from him.
Holmes: You charlatan.
That gets his attention back to The Elite.
Holmes: You invite my ward, my mentee, my protégé to your private home to try and wriggle your way into his ear and tell him lies, fill him full of your propaganda and spout nonsense about how I am holding him on a leash.
Constantine: So you deny it?
Holmes: Not fully, no. I am holding dearest Abel back from being unchained and unfiltered, but in doing so I am sparing you all the unpleasant blood bath that would no doubt ensue. Abel Hunnicutt is the most destructive and devastating force in WZCWs history. This is my belief and indeed, my fear. By holding him back, by giving him a muzzle and by capping him, I am channelling his rage, his power and his energy in a direction of the most vital importance.
Constantine: And you say I was spouting propaganda.
Now, Constantine turns away and begins slowly making his way back toward the chessboard, his back to Holmes.
Holmes: You would dare turn your back on me?
Constantine: I wouldnt dare, I do. You could strike me down, nail me with your cane, take me out, but that would be unwise, foolish even. You would look like a coward and you would handicap Abel ahead of this tag team encounter we have scheduled for Meltdown.
Holmes: I was wrong, you arent a charlatan; youre a ruffian, masquerading as gentlemen.
A hearty chuckle comes from Constantine as he begins to retake his seat, the same spot he had when he faced Abel.
Constantine: And what exactly are you? Ive seen you become so barbaric and violent that men in warzones would flinch.
Holmes: Why thank you.
Constantine: It was not meant to compliment.
The scathing words stop Holmes dead. His look is foul. Then, he looks at the board and a smirk creeps into place. He waddles himself toward the seat formerly occupied by Mr. Hunnicutt and takes rest there. There is a quiet lingering awkwardly in the air. Neither man does much of anything other than extend the uncomfortable silence. Then, Holmes moves a piece on the board.
Constantine: Why Reynolds?
Now it is Constantine moving a piece, matching Holmes.
Holmes: Weak minded, desperate, capable and reliable. All qualities that fit with the vacancy available. He needed a benefactor, I was available. I needed an agent, he was available. Its a mutually beneficial situation.
The former Heavyweight Champions are going back and forth on the board now, making moves at a ever increasing pace, each trying to desperately one up the other.
Constantine: You know how I feel about him.
Holmes: I do, but this isnt the same Reynolds who threatened to end not only your career, but your life. This man is broken. He wants to be fixed, and I am willing to fix him, but only in a way that I wish to do so. Hes cool, clinical, professional. No more theatrics, no more flamboyance, only the base from which to build to eliminate, to assassinate. The work he did versus Daggershield last week illustrated this.
Constantine: Still, you couldnt have picked one of your rivals, like Big Dave or someone.
Holmes: I understand its a risk John. Conceivably a big risk, but I am ready to take such a risk for the potential benefits outweigh the down sides. So what if Reynolds eventually goes rogue, I have Abel wipe him from the map in one fell swoop.
Constantine: And if Abel goes rogue?
Both men stop moving their pieces. A pause, Holmes strokes his chin, his eyes focused on the game, his mind elsewhere.
Holmes: What is it that unsettles you about my relationship with young Mr. Hunnicutt? Are you envious of such a diamond in the rough calling me his master? Are you threatened by his ever increasing notoriety? What is it?
Finally Holmes moves his next, taking one of Constantines pieces.
Constantine: That creature has the capacity to rip the hearts of demons out, slay the brightest of angels and claim all the accolades he desires, and yet you have him serving you, going after your targets and settling your vendettas. You are using such a find on the most trivial of matters.
Now it is Constantine who takes Holmes piece. Both men are going back at it.
Holmes: And you would not do the same?
Constantine: No. I would allow him to flourish, to grow. He must be himself; he must be Abel Hunnicutt, not the attack dog of a crooked old general.
Holmes: You heard the lad, he is himself. This is what you fail to notice. I have not changed Abel. I have not brainwashed him, I have not set him on my own vendettas against his wishes. He wants me to steer him, he wishes it. This is a man who is capable of tearing you and I in twain, but what would it achieve? Nothing.
That is what Abel has been searching for his whole life, a purpose. He needs structure and guidance and discipline and I provide that for him. This man has lead a cruel and unfit life for any human being. I am making sure that he takes that frustration and pain and hurt and unleashes it like the wrath of a demon upon WZCW.
He is capable of turning on me, there is no doubt. The capacity is there. I have seen it. And indeed, I would be lying if I were to say I dont fear it. However, Abel Hunnicutt will live and die in WZCW by my command until I see fit to release him otherwise. He is happy with that arrangement as am I. If I lose control of my monster, I have measures in place to counter that.
But it wont happen, not sufficiently. He may go on such a rampage that I struggle to calm him, but ultimately I will have him by my side. As you will have him by yours at Meltdown. Theron Daggershield will seek to avenge his defeat at Reynolds hands by taking a pound of Abels flesh. I implore you to prevent this. Justin Cooper will seek to put one over on you once more. I implore Abel to prevent this.
Together we are stronger John. I know you are trepidations about this, especially with Austins arrival into the fold, but I know you see it also. If we pool our resources
The Missouri native makes a rapid move on the board.
Constantine: Check.
Now it is for the aristocrat to consider the consequences of his next move.
Holmes: There is a change coming in WZCW John. A crossroads is up ahead. You can be complacent and comfortable with your little spot as the man who used to be champion, who has some respect, but very little of anything else, or you can be great again. Like the ark of myth, a flood will sweep across this land and only those prepared for it will survive its wrath. The rest, fantasists like Theron Daggershield, megalomaniacs like Justin Cooper, nostalgias like Mark Keaton, like all the rest, they will be swept away. Myself, Abel Hunnicutt, Austin Reynolds, we are prepared. Will you be? Check.
Holmes now holds the upper hand, a satisfied grin plastered across his devilish features. However, Constantine swiftly manoeuvres a piece into place, bewildering The Elite.
Constantine: I am always prepared. Checkmate.
Slowly Holmes face rises, now light hearted. He gingerly rises from his chair and chuckles. Slowly he begins to make his way to the exit. Constantines eyes are fixated on his victory, his look, unsatisfied.
He drags himself towards the tandem and Abel Hunnicutt lowers his head, out of respect for his master. Constantine merely sneers, his conversation ended and discussion thwarted. Hunnicutt stands aside, still bowing his head as Holmes carefully makes his way over to Abels spot. He does not even acknowledge the monster and instead takes his place.
Holmes: John
Constantine need not retort, his face says it all, his brow furrowed, his eyes like steel, his lips tight and his nostrils flared. Holmes slowly raises a hand and Abels head rises. He looks at his masters back and awaits command.
Holmes: Leave us.
Constantine: Dont do it Abel.
The room falls silent, the two power players locked in a deathly gaze at one another. Abel stands, stoic, unmoving, not following any command. He remains, until Holmes eyes dash toward the door from which Holmes had entered. Then, the leviathan slowly turns and marches himself toward the exit.
Constantine: Dont be a pawn Abel. You can take control of your destiny. You can rise and be great on your own and fulfil all that you wish to. Just refuse his commands and break free.
Still the man monster refuses to listen, the doorway immanent.
Constantine: You can shatter his control, you can be yourself.
Abruptly Hunnicutt stops. He very slowly turns to lock eyes with John Constantine one more time.
Abel: Thats jus it, Con-stan-tine. I am mahsel.
With another flare of lighting and boom of thunder, Abels scars are illuminated and his yellowed teeth are bared for all to see. After a few moments and with Constantine still unflinching, Abel breaks their contact and exits, taking the door and slamming it behind him. There are now only two though Constantines gaze is still focused on the now vacated spot where Hunnicutt once stood. He all but ignores his long time adversary and one time friend stood across from him.
Holmes: You charlatan.
That gets his attention back to The Elite.
Holmes: You invite my ward, my mentee, my protégé to your private home to try and wriggle your way into his ear and tell him lies, fill him full of your propaganda and spout nonsense about how I am holding him on a leash.
Constantine: So you deny it?
Holmes: Not fully, no. I am holding dearest Abel back from being unchained and unfiltered, but in doing so I am sparing you all the unpleasant blood bath that would no doubt ensue. Abel Hunnicutt is the most destructive and devastating force in WZCWs history. This is my belief and indeed, my fear. By holding him back, by giving him a muzzle and by capping him, I am channelling his rage, his power and his energy in a direction of the most vital importance.
Constantine: And you say I was spouting propaganda.
Now, Constantine turns away and begins slowly making his way back toward the chessboard, his back to Holmes.
Holmes: You would dare turn your back on me?
Constantine: I wouldnt dare, I do. You could strike me down, nail me with your cane, take me out, but that would be unwise, foolish even. You would look like a coward and you would handicap Abel ahead of this tag team encounter we have scheduled for Meltdown.
Holmes: I was wrong, you arent a charlatan; youre a ruffian, masquerading as gentlemen.
A hearty chuckle comes from Constantine as he begins to retake his seat, the same spot he had when he faced Abel.
Constantine: And what exactly are you? Ive seen you become so barbaric and violent that men in warzones would flinch.
Holmes: Why thank you.
Constantine: It was not meant to compliment.
The scathing words stop Holmes dead. His look is foul. Then, he looks at the board and a smirk creeps into place. He waddles himself toward the seat formerly occupied by Mr. Hunnicutt and takes rest there. There is a quiet lingering awkwardly in the air. Neither man does much of anything other than extend the uncomfortable silence. Then, Holmes moves a piece on the board.
Constantine: Why Reynolds?
Now it is Constantine moving a piece, matching Holmes.
Holmes: Weak minded, desperate, capable and reliable. All qualities that fit with the vacancy available. He needed a benefactor, I was available. I needed an agent, he was available. Its a mutually beneficial situation.
The former Heavyweight Champions are going back and forth on the board now, making moves at a ever increasing pace, each trying to desperately one up the other.
Constantine: You know how I feel about him.
Holmes: I do, but this isnt the same Reynolds who threatened to end not only your career, but your life. This man is broken. He wants to be fixed, and I am willing to fix him, but only in a way that I wish to do so. Hes cool, clinical, professional. No more theatrics, no more flamboyance, only the base from which to build to eliminate, to assassinate. The work he did versus Daggershield last week illustrated this.
Constantine: Still, you couldnt have picked one of your rivals, like Big Dave or someone.
Holmes: I understand its a risk John. Conceivably a big risk, but I am ready to take such a risk for the potential benefits outweigh the down sides. So what if Reynolds eventually goes rogue, I have Abel wipe him from the map in one fell swoop.
Constantine: And if Abel goes rogue?
Both men stop moving their pieces. A pause, Holmes strokes his chin, his eyes focused on the game, his mind elsewhere.
Holmes: What is it that unsettles you about my relationship with young Mr. Hunnicutt? Are you envious of such a diamond in the rough calling me his master? Are you threatened by his ever increasing notoriety? What is it?
Finally Holmes moves his next, taking one of Constantines pieces.
Constantine: That creature has the capacity to rip the hearts of demons out, slay the brightest of angels and claim all the accolades he desires, and yet you have him serving you, going after your targets and settling your vendettas. You are using such a find on the most trivial of matters.
Now it is Constantine who takes Holmes piece. Both men are going back at it.
Holmes: And you would not do the same?
Constantine: No. I would allow him to flourish, to grow. He must be himself; he must be Abel Hunnicutt, not the attack dog of a crooked old general.
Holmes: You heard the lad, he is himself. This is what you fail to notice. I have not changed Abel. I have not brainwashed him, I have not set him on my own vendettas against his wishes. He wants me to steer him, he wishes it. This is a man who is capable of tearing you and I in twain, but what would it achieve? Nothing.
That is what Abel has been searching for his whole life, a purpose. He needs structure and guidance and discipline and I provide that for him. This man has lead a cruel and unfit life for any human being. I am making sure that he takes that frustration and pain and hurt and unleashes it like the wrath of a demon upon WZCW.
He is capable of turning on me, there is no doubt. The capacity is there. I have seen it. And indeed, I would be lying if I were to say I dont fear it. However, Abel Hunnicutt will live and die in WZCW by my command until I see fit to release him otherwise. He is happy with that arrangement as am I. If I lose control of my monster, I have measures in place to counter that.
But it wont happen, not sufficiently. He may go on such a rampage that I struggle to calm him, but ultimately I will have him by my side. As you will have him by yours at Meltdown. Theron Daggershield will seek to avenge his defeat at Reynolds hands by taking a pound of Abels flesh. I implore you to prevent this. Justin Cooper will seek to put one over on you once more. I implore Abel to prevent this.
Together we are stronger John. I know you are trepidations about this, especially with Austins arrival into the fold, but I know you see it also. If we pool our resources
The Missouri native makes a rapid move on the board.
Constantine: Check.
Now it is for the aristocrat to consider the consequences of his next move.
Holmes: There is a change coming in WZCW John. A crossroads is up ahead. You can be complacent and comfortable with your little spot as the man who used to be champion, who has some respect, but very little of anything else, or you can be great again. Like the ark of myth, a flood will sweep across this land and only those prepared for it will survive its wrath. The rest, fantasists like Theron Daggershield, megalomaniacs like Justin Cooper, nostalgias like Mark Keaton, like all the rest, they will be swept away. Myself, Abel Hunnicutt, Austin Reynolds, we are prepared. Will you be? Check.
Holmes now holds the upper hand, a satisfied grin plastered across his devilish features. However, Constantine swiftly manoeuvres a piece into place, bewildering The Elite.
Constantine: I am always prepared. Checkmate.
Slowly Holmes face rises, now light hearted. He gingerly rises from his chair and chuckles. Slowly he begins to make his way to the exit. Constantines eyes are fixated on his victory, his look, unsatisfied.
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