Da Prophet
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RP deadline is Monday 22nd May 2017.
MD 140 - Constantine versus Vox [Gold Rush: Round 1]
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[Vox walks through a landscape of rubble, in an environment that seems to have been war torn from years ago, and never fixed. It is gray, broken, and full of browned over gravel and broken buildings.]
Vox: *Pants moderately, taking in the destroyed landscape in front of him.*
Voice: *Breathes back, in-between the panting of Vox.*
[Vox sees a color unfamiliar to this place, the pristine white tail of a horse. Vox walks up to the tail, but as he nears closer, it vanishes. Vox goes to look for it, but he can't find it.]
Vox: *Pants heavily, fright in his voice.*
Voice: *Calmly breathes back, in-between the panting of Vox.*
[Vox is now running through this wasteland, finding it to be completely bereft of humanity, desperately searching for anything or anyone to find companionship with.]
Vox: *Gasps for air, getting just enough oxygen to keep from turning blue.*
Voice: *Calm breathes, almost leisurely.*
[Vox collapses to a knee, then to both knees. He is crawling towards a house that is somehow standing. It is dilapidated and in poor standing, but it is easily the most in shape place in this entire hellish landscape. He is bleeding out of his nose slightly. He crawls to a chair, pulls himself up, and finds a way to collapse himself into the chair.]
Vox: *Breathes as though air has finally filled his lungs. His face shows a euphoria so strong, he is unable to speak.*
Voice: *Snarls in its breaths, which come in-between the silence of Vox's breath.*
Vox: *Breathes in a more measured manner, almost silently*
Voice: *Breathes loudly, almost manically, in-between Vox's breaths.*
[Footsteps crushing gravel are heard, they near the house.]
Vox: *Breath continues to be measured, though louder than before.*
Voice: *Nearly silent, letting out only a slight wheeze before...*
[A LOUD THUD hits the window. The window is so dirty, Vox cannot see through it.]
Vox: *Breaths come at a higher, and slightly more manic pace.*
[There continues to be loud thuds at the window. They grow louder and more frequent, punctuating between Vox's breaths. Vox leaves the chair to open the window. As soon as he is stood up from the chair, he falls back to his knees.]
Vox: *Begins bleeding from his nose again, his breaths are strained, almost choking him.*
[The thuds continue, hitting so often it is though the sound doesn't have a chance to stop before the next one comes. Vox crawls desperately to the window, attempting to open it as though it is going to be the last thing he does before he draws his terminal breath. He opens the window, and a white dove flies in, just as white as the tail he saw before. Vox lays his body against the wall beneath the window, he is no longer breathing. The dove flies to him, landing on his shoulder, and proceeds to return him to the chair in the room.]
Vox: *begins breathing normally again*
[Voice begins to manifest itself through the Dove]
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in sync with Vox, at the same volume and pitch.*
[Vox starts to pet the Dove. First on top of its feathers, the begins to scratch it underneath. Vox smiles, making the thing that saved his life happy gives him more pleasure than anything else in the world.]
Dove (Voice): *Giggles*
Vox: *Giggles*
[A white horse enters the room, from the top floor of the house. it is the same white horse Vox saw before. As it reaches the room, the walls all turn an elegant purple. The horse comes face to face with Vox, and licks his face. The voice now is also emanating from Horse as well.]
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Vox: *Hyperventilates*
[Horse tilts its head up, and begins to fountain out water. It is a vicious and thick stream, almost as if a fire hydrant had burst upwards.]
Vox: *Gasps for air*
[The room begins to flood with water. The water level that touches Vox turns a greener shade of blue than what is geysering out of Horse.]
Vox: *Is no longer breathing, his eyes roll back in his head and his clothes turn a blue that is associated with choking though his skin stays it's normal slightly-pale white. His clothes then turn a deathly pale.*
[Dove flies to the horse, and lands on its head. Dove opens its mouth, and sucks in all of the water in the room. Once the room is free of water, Horse turns a stark black, and dies instantly. Not even letting out a whimper, nor a thud as it hits the ground. There is no sound in the room anymore, except from the Dove.]
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in*
Vox: *Breathes out*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in*
Vox: *Breathes out*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in*
Vox: *Breathes out*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in*
Vox: *Breathes out*
Vox: *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
[Dove opens its mouth, and flies to Vox, landing on his shoulder again. It plucks a feather from its plumage, and places it on Vox's right hand. It alternates its colors between black and white. It returns to Vox's shoulder.]
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in*
Vox: *Breathes out*
Vox: *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out.*
[All of the windows and doors of the house open simultaneously, and A LOUD SCREAM PUNCTURES THE AIR! It is of a high shrill and fear.]
Dove (Voice): *Calmly breathes in*
Vox: *Calmly breathes out.*
Vox: *Calmly breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Calmly breathes out.*
[Vox awakens in his apartment. His bed drenched, presumably with sweat. He goes to reach for the light on his night stand. Upon doing so, he notices a tattoo of a Dove feather, changing its colors between Black and White.]
Vox: *Pants moderately, taking in the destroyed landscape in front of him.*
Voice: *Breathes back, in-between the panting of Vox.*
[Vox sees a color unfamiliar to this place, the pristine white tail of a horse. Vox walks up to the tail, but as he nears closer, it vanishes. Vox goes to look for it, but he can't find it.]
Vox: *Pants heavily, fright in his voice.*
Voice: *Calmly breathes back, in-between the panting of Vox.*
[Vox is now running through this wasteland, finding it to be completely bereft of humanity, desperately searching for anything or anyone to find companionship with.]
Vox: *Gasps for air, getting just enough oxygen to keep from turning blue.*
Voice: *Calm breathes, almost leisurely.*
[Vox collapses to a knee, then to both knees. He is crawling towards a house that is somehow standing. It is dilapidated and in poor standing, but it is easily the most in shape place in this entire hellish landscape. He is bleeding out of his nose slightly. He crawls to a chair, pulls himself up, and finds a way to collapse himself into the chair.]
Vox: *Breathes as though air has finally filled his lungs. His face shows a euphoria so strong, he is unable to speak.*
Voice: *Snarls in its breaths, which come in-between the silence of Vox's breath.*
Vox: *Breathes in a more measured manner, almost silently*
Voice: *Breathes loudly, almost manically, in-between Vox's breaths.*
[Footsteps crushing gravel are heard, they near the house.]
Vox: *Breath continues to be measured, though louder than before.*
Voice: *Nearly silent, letting out only a slight wheeze before...*
[A LOUD THUD hits the window. The window is so dirty, Vox cannot see through it.]
Vox: *Breaths come at a higher, and slightly more manic pace.*
[There continues to be loud thuds at the window. They grow louder and more frequent, punctuating between Vox's breaths. Vox leaves the chair to open the window. As soon as he is stood up from the chair, he falls back to his knees.]
Vox: *Begins bleeding from his nose again, his breaths are strained, almost choking him.*
[The thuds continue, hitting so often it is though the sound doesn't have a chance to stop before the next one comes. Vox crawls desperately to the window, attempting to open it as though it is going to be the last thing he does before he draws his terminal breath. He opens the window, and a white dove flies in, just as white as the tail he saw before. Vox lays his body against the wall beneath the window, he is no longer breathing. The dove flies to him, landing on his shoulder, and proceeds to return him to the chair in the room.]
Vox: *begins breathing normally again*
[Voice begins to manifest itself through the Dove]
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in sync with Vox, at the same volume and pitch.*
[Vox starts to pet the Dove. First on top of its feathers, the begins to scratch it underneath. Vox smiles, making the thing that saved his life happy gives him more pleasure than anything else in the world.]
Dove (Voice): *Giggles*
Vox: *Giggles*
[A white horse enters the room, from the top floor of the house. it is the same white horse Vox saw before. As it reaches the room, the walls all turn an elegant purple. The horse comes face to face with Vox, and licks his face. The voice now is also emanating from Horse as well.]
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Horse (Voice): *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
Vox: *Hyperventilates*
[Horse tilts its head up, and begins to fountain out water. It is a vicious and thick stream, almost as if a fire hydrant had burst upwards.]
Vox: *Gasps for air*
[The room begins to flood with water. The water level that touches Vox turns a greener shade of blue than what is geysering out of Horse.]
Vox: *Is no longer breathing, his eyes roll back in his head and his clothes turn a blue that is associated with choking though his skin stays it's normal slightly-pale white. His clothes then turn a deathly pale.*
[Dove flies to the horse, and lands on its head. Dove opens its mouth, and sucks in all of the water in the room. Once the room is free of water, Horse turns a stark black, and dies instantly. Not even letting out a whimper, nor a thud as it hits the ground. There is no sound in the room anymore, except from the Dove.]
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in*
Vox: *Breathes out*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in*
Vox: *Breathes out*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in*
Vox: *Breathes out*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in*
Vox: *Breathes out*
Vox: *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out*
[Dove opens its mouth, and flies to Vox, landing on his shoulder again. It plucks a feather from its plumage, and places it on Vox's right hand. It alternates its colors between black and white. It returns to Vox's shoulder.]
Dove (Voice): *Breathes in*
Vox: *Breathes out*
Vox: *Breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Breathes out.*
[All of the windows and doors of the house open simultaneously, and A LOUD SCREAM PUNCTURES THE AIR! It is of a high shrill and fear.]
Dove (Voice): *Calmly breathes in*
Vox: *Calmly breathes out.*
Vox: *Calmly breathes in*
Dove (Voice): *Calmly breathes out.*
[Vox awakens in his apartment. His bed drenched, presumably with sweat. He goes to reach for the light on his night stand. Upon doing so, he notices a tattoo of a Dove feather, changing its colors between Black and White.]
The Power Trip, John Constantine, sat alone in his living room, biting his bottom lip with anxiety and staring up towards the TV mounted on the wall. As the footage on the TV continues to roll, it becomes clear that both actions are linked. On the screen, the sweaty and beaten features of the WZCW Heavyweight Championship stare back at Constantine.
Cooper: I am the leader of Vis Imperium!
Constantine quickly lunges for the remote control to his right and pauses the TV as a sick smile appears on the face of Justin Cooper. Constantine lowers his eyes from the screen for a moment as he silently ponders his next move. As he lets out a small sigh, he reaches into his trouser pocket and pulls out a mobile phone. Upon manipulating the screen a few times, a feint ringing noise can be heard coming from the device as Constantine raises it to his ear. After a few seconds of silence from The Power Trip, he gets his answer.
Constantine: Ah, yes, hello. It's John Constantine calling for Kenneth Banks please.
The former Mayhem Champion falls silent as he waits for a reply from the person on the other end of the handset,
Constantine: Sure, I'll hold.
Again, Constantine falls silent as some light hold music begins playing in his ear. He glances back towards the TV screen as Justin Cooper's eyes begin to pierce his very soul. Constantine shakes his head in disgust before lowering his eyes from the screen in shame once more. Finally, the msuic stops and the voice on the other end continues.
Constantine: Oh, he isn't? In that case, please tell him that John Constantine needs to speak with him urgently. It is very important that he knows that I am trying to call him and-
Suddenly, the line goes dead as Constantine pulls the phone from his ear and tosses it onto the couch in disgust. He sits silently looking at the device as if something was likely to happen. But, for the longest time, nothing happens. Swallowing his disappointment and turning back towards the screen, Constantine bows his head into his hands. Suddenly, a noise can be heard from down the hall. Constantine pulls his head out of his hands and turns the TV off in a hurry. Once that is done, he reclines back in his chair, feigning comfort and lying to everyone, including himself. After a few moments, his fiancée and child come toddling around the corner and into the living room.
Mia: There he is! Go get your Daddy!
Constantine's face lights up as his daughter, Casey, toddles towards him with a smile on her face and her arms outstretched towards him. As she gets nearer, Constantine gets out of his chair and grabs her under the arms. He hoists her up onto his shoulder and smiles as her eyes meet his. For a moment, there is peace in the heart of The Power Trip. But even he knew it couldn't last forever.
Mia: I didn't think you'd be in a good mood today. How did rehab go?
Constantine continues to play with his daughter by tickling her legs as she giggles and laughs in his arms. Mia continues to smile but doesn't forget that Constantine hasn't answered his question.
Mia: John! Rehab... How did it go?
Finally, The Power Tripe turns to Mia with a distracted smile on his face.
Constantine: Rehab? Oh, yeah, great. The physio says my knee is in great shape after those few days rest. She says I should be good to go for the next set of shows.
Mia studies Constantine as he goes back to playing with his daughter. She tries to catch a glimpse of his eyes but Constantine quickly turns around and falls onto the couch with his little girl on his chest. As he bounces her up and down on top of him, Mia looks right at him; summing him up and drawing her own conclusions. After a few seconds, she lowers her chin in submission and turns on her heels.
Mia: ...Okay.
Mia exits the room to the sounds of Constantine blowing raspberries on his daughter's chest and giggling in return.
Constantine wakes with a jerk; launching himself upright in the bed so that he is at a 90 degree angle. The sweat on his brow tells the story of his dream. Suddenly, a grimace appears on the face of The Power Trip as he puts his right hand onto his knee under the duvet. For a few seconds, Constantine sits in the darkness of his bedroom before pulling the covers from his body and twisting his legs out onto the cold wooden floor. As he puts his legs down, he lets out a muted yelp of pain. He turns around to check on Mia and, given that she isn't stirring, slowly gets to his feet and begins hobbling towards the bathroom. Upon reaching the doorway, Constantine turns on the light and steps into the en-suite. He closes the door behind himself and pulls his trouser leg up as he sits on the edge of the bath. The swelling on his knee is plain for all to see and the bruising may be worse.
Constantine: God damn it...
The Power Trip leans backwards and rests his head against the wall of the bathroom. For a moment, he sits in silence. Suddenly, the door creeps open to the shock of the former Mayhem Champion. He rushes to roll his trouser leg down and get to his feet but it is too late. As he stands, his knee gives out and he topples back to the seat he sat in seconds ago. In the doorway, Mia stares at him with a concerned look on her face. Constantine swallows hard as he lowers his eyes from her in pure shame. Moving into the toilet with him, Mia takes up a seat on the toilet across from him. For a moment, both sit in silence; scared to break the ice and ask the real questions. Suddenly, Constantine begins to speak.
Constantine: I haven't been going to rehab, Mia. Not for a few weeks anyway...
Mia lets out a slight giggle as she looks at her future husband.
Mia: You think I didn't already know that, John? Trust me, just because I'm not around all the time, it doesn't mean that I don't know everything that goes on.
Constantine looks shocked but reluctantly accepts that Mia is right. She had always been the controlling force in the relationship. Of course that extended to his welfare, he thought.
Constantine: It's over, Mia. Wrestling. It's all over, I guess. Maybe it's for the best anyway...
Constantine lowers his eyes once again but Mia quickly gets to her feet and moves across the bathroom floor. She puts her finger beneath the chin of the former Mayhem Champion and raises his chin so that he is looking her right in the eye.
Mia: You've been doing this for 8 years, John. You've come home in terrible shape before and every single time you have mended your wounds and got back to work. You don't take time off and you continue to prove to everyone that you are one of the very best that ever stepped foot into a WZCW ring.
Constantine shakes his head in disagreement but before he can speak, Mia continues.
Mia: If your knee is done, then you have nothing left to prove to anyone, John. I watched you with Casey this afternoon and seen just how much you enjoy being a father. Perhaps now is the time to get out whilst you can and focus on what's really important. No one is going to think any less of you for wanting to be with your family. You have given those people everything. You don't owe them anything else...
Constantine takes his partner's hand as he continues to look deep into her eyes.
Constantine: Yes, I do, Mia. I owe it to everyone and to myself to put right the wrong that just happened to me. I owe it to Justin Cooper to kick his ass one more time and shut him up. I owe it to Vis Imperium to rip that stable apart since I am the one who created it. Now is not the time to give up, Mia. But the time is coming for sure. Gold Rush represents the opportunity to go after Justin Cooper, Vis Imperium and Mr Banks.
Mia lets out a small smile as Constantine pulls his trouser leg down and then re-takes her hand.
Constantine: I told you that this wasn't forever, Mia. But I never believed it until now. My body is giving up and I don't have what it takes to keep doing this forever. But I have one final run left in me and I am telling you right now, I will take Vis Imperium apart. And in dong so, I will reclaim the Heavyweight Championship before I hang up my boots once and for all. It all starts with Vox, Mia. But it ends with Justin Cooper, the Heavyweight Championship and Vis Imperium. The end is nigh...
Cooper: I am the leader of Vis Imperium!
Constantine quickly lunges for the remote control to his right and pauses the TV as a sick smile appears on the face of Justin Cooper. Constantine lowers his eyes from the screen for a moment as he silently ponders his next move. As he lets out a small sigh, he reaches into his trouser pocket and pulls out a mobile phone. Upon manipulating the screen a few times, a feint ringing noise can be heard coming from the device as Constantine raises it to his ear. After a few seconds of silence from The Power Trip, he gets his answer.
Constantine: Ah, yes, hello. It's John Constantine calling for Kenneth Banks please.
The former Mayhem Champion falls silent as he waits for a reply from the person on the other end of the handset,
Constantine: Sure, I'll hold.
Again, Constantine falls silent as some light hold music begins playing in his ear. He glances back towards the TV screen as Justin Cooper's eyes begin to pierce his very soul. Constantine shakes his head in disgust before lowering his eyes from the screen in shame once more. Finally, the msuic stops and the voice on the other end continues.
Constantine: Oh, he isn't? In that case, please tell him that John Constantine needs to speak with him urgently. It is very important that he knows that I am trying to call him and-
Suddenly, the line goes dead as Constantine pulls the phone from his ear and tosses it onto the couch in disgust. He sits silently looking at the device as if something was likely to happen. But, for the longest time, nothing happens. Swallowing his disappointment and turning back towards the screen, Constantine bows his head into his hands. Suddenly, a noise can be heard from down the hall. Constantine pulls his head out of his hands and turns the TV off in a hurry. Once that is done, he reclines back in his chair, feigning comfort and lying to everyone, including himself. After a few moments, his fiancée and child come toddling around the corner and into the living room.
Mia: There he is! Go get your Daddy!
Constantine's face lights up as his daughter, Casey, toddles towards him with a smile on her face and her arms outstretched towards him. As she gets nearer, Constantine gets out of his chair and grabs her under the arms. He hoists her up onto his shoulder and smiles as her eyes meet his. For a moment, there is peace in the heart of The Power Trip. But even he knew it couldn't last forever.
Mia: I didn't think you'd be in a good mood today. How did rehab go?
Constantine continues to play with his daughter by tickling her legs as she giggles and laughs in his arms. Mia continues to smile but doesn't forget that Constantine hasn't answered his question.
Mia: John! Rehab... How did it go?
Finally, The Power Tripe turns to Mia with a distracted smile on his face.
Constantine: Rehab? Oh, yeah, great. The physio says my knee is in great shape after those few days rest. She says I should be good to go for the next set of shows.
Mia studies Constantine as he goes back to playing with his daughter. She tries to catch a glimpse of his eyes but Constantine quickly turns around and falls onto the couch with his little girl on his chest. As he bounces her up and down on top of him, Mia looks right at him; summing him up and drawing her own conclusions. After a few seconds, she lowers her chin in submission and turns on her heels.
Mia: ...Okay.
Mia exits the room to the sounds of Constantine blowing raspberries on his daughter's chest and giggling in return.
* * *
Later that night...
Later that night...
Constantine wakes with a jerk; launching himself upright in the bed so that he is at a 90 degree angle. The sweat on his brow tells the story of his dream. Suddenly, a grimace appears on the face of The Power Trip as he puts his right hand onto his knee under the duvet. For a few seconds, Constantine sits in the darkness of his bedroom before pulling the covers from his body and twisting his legs out onto the cold wooden floor. As he puts his legs down, he lets out a muted yelp of pain. He turns around to check on Mia and, given that she isn't stirring, slowly gets to his feet and begins hobbling towards the bathroom. Upon reaching the doorway, Constantine turns on the light and steps into the en-suite. He closes the door behind himself and pulls his trouser leg up as he sits on the edge of the bath. The swelling on his knee is plain for all to see and the bruising may be worse.
Constantine: God damn it...
The Power Trip leans backwards and rests his head against the wall of the bathroom. For a moment, he sits in silence. Suddenly, the door creeps open to the shock of the former Mayhem Champion. He rushes to roll his trouser leg down and get to his feet but it is too late. As he stands, his knee gives out and he topples back to the seat he sat in seconds ago. In the doorway, Mia stares at him with a concerned look on her face. Constantine swallows hard as he lowers his eyes from her in pure shame. Moving into the toilet with him, Mia takes up a seat on the toilet across from him. For a moment, both sit in silence; scared to break the ice and ask the real questions. Suddenly, Constantine begins to speak.
Constantine: I haven't been going to rehab, Mia. Not for a few weeks anyway...
Mia lets out a slight giggle as she looks at her future husband.
Mia: You think I didn't already know that, John? Trust me, just because I'm not around all the time, it doesn't mean that I don't know everything that goes on.
Constantine looks shocked but reluctantly accepts that Mia is right. She had always been the controlling force in the relationship. Of course that extended to his welfare, he thought.
Constantine: It's over, Mia. Wrestling. It's all over, I guess. Maybe it's for the best anyway...
Constantine lowers his eyes once again but Mia quickly gets to her feet and moves across the bathroom floor. She puts her finger beneath the chin of the former Mayhem Champion and raises his chin so that he is looking her right in the eye.
Mia: You've been doing this for 8 years, John. You've come home in terrible shape before and every single time you have mended your wounds and got back to work. You don't take time off and you continue to prove to everyone that you are one of the very best that ever stepped foot into a WZCW ring.
Constantine shakes his head in disagreement but before he can speak, Mia continues.
Mia: If your knee is done, then you have nothing left to prove to anyone, John. I watched you with Casey this afternoon and seen just how much you enjoy being a father. Perhaps now is the time to get out whilst you can and focus on what's really important. No one is going to think any less of you for wanting to be with your family. You have given those people everything. You don't owe them anything else...
Constantine takes his partner's hand as he continues to look deep into her eyes.
Constantine: Yes, I do, Mia. I owe it to everyone and to myself to put right the wrong that just happened to me. I owe it to Justin Cooper to kick his ass one more time and shut him up. I owe it to Vis Imperium to rip that stable apart since I am the one who created it. Now is not the time to give up, Mia. But the time is coming for sure. Gold Rush represents the opportunity to go after Justin Cooper, Vis Imperium and Mr Banks.
Mia lets out a small smile as Constantine pulls his trouser leg down and then re-takes her hand.
Constantine: I told you that this wasn't forever, Mia. But I never believed it until now. My body is giving up and I don't have what it takes to keep doing this forever. But I have one final run left in me and I am telling you right now, I will take Vis Imperium apart. And in dong so, I will reclaim the Heavyweight Championship before I hang up my boots once and for all. It all starts with Vox, Mia. But it ends with Justin Cooper, the Heavyweight Championship and Vis Imperium. The end is nigh...
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