MD 24: Celeste vs Mondragon Meadowgate (EurAsian Title Tournament)
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Reaper of Miracles
“Damn rain” Johnny Klamor said trying to shield himself from the torrential downpour as he stepped out from the van.
Klamor turned to one of his associates, motioning to the large, luxurious hotel they had just pulled up in front of.
“Is this the place?”
“We’re positive, she gave us this address.”
The two men made their way towards the entrance, stepping inside the lobby they began to unpack their equipment.
“I’m curious as to what she’ll say this time” Klamor said “She’s got to be angry after what happened last week.”
“Why would she be angry? She got the win last week, she’s one step closer to winning the Euroasain title” the associate said.
“That’s what you’d think, but she’s different… she has different aspirations. Anyone in this company would be tickled pink to be given the opportunities she’s been given.”
Klamor shook his head.
“It’s never made sense to me how she could think so little of the title’s here and think so highly of her own ability… she’s a very beautiful woman… but there are things about her that I just can’t figure out”
Another associate approaches them with whereabouts of Celeste’s location.
“She’s outside?! What is she thinking?”
Klamor’s face dropped, it was just another part of the enigma that was Celeste. Klamor looked out the window and he saw at least one ray of hopeful comfort.
“The rain‘s stopped, at least for now… let’s do this while we’re still alive
Celeste sat alone on the grass by the large pool. She had been swimming stopping once the lightning and thunder had intensified. Instead of moving indoors, she had decided to do some meditation. The tattooed blond sat under a large umbrella, cross legged in a meditative trance. The wind whipping the strings on her black bikini.
Klamor and his associates approached with caution, even though he had interviewed Celeste before, he still considered her to be largely unpredictable.
“What is she doing”
He had been caught off guard her meditative stance. Seeing Celeste in a calm and focused state was new to him. He found it to be a nice change over her usual cocky and arrogant persona. He reached down to tap Celeste on the shoulder, but the suddenness of her voice made him retract his arm as if some invisible force threatened to chop it off.
“Johnny Klamor… how did I know you’d find me?”
“How?…” Klamor was dumbfounded, and found himself at a loss for words.
“So are just going to stand there ogling me or can we get started?”
‘How does she know I’m behind her? Does she even have her eyes open’ he thought
“I can smell you… you always wear the same cologne… just because I can’t see you with my eyes doesn’t mean I don’t have four perfectly good other sense’s to find you.” Celeste replied, a smirk forming on her face.
Celeste opens her eyes and turns to face Klamor, still seated cross legged under her umbrella. Klamor shifts uneasily as thunder booms overhead. An awkward silence fills the air, as Klamor tries to regain his composure.
“Celeste Crimson… the big question that seems to be on everyone’s mind is… how are you feeling after your victory last week and what are your future plans for the tournament?"
“I feel invigorated that I finally have an outlet for my plan” Celeste said. Klamor looked confused.
“Judging from your reaction that wasn’t the answer you wanted to hear” she chuckled. “At first I was biased about the tournament because I felt that it was interfering with my master plan… the immanent defeat of all the superstars on the roster.”
“That’s a bold plan… wouldn’t this tournament prove distracting to you then?"
“Absolutely not, I crave competition, I desire it so much that I will often seek it out myself. I consider myself to be the perfect competitor and the best on the roster. I face my challenges mainly out of curiosity, mainly to see if there are any other competitors that could give me a good challenge… so far I have been largely unimpressed.”
“After my defeat over Rush last week, I began to have seconds thoughts on my purpose in the tournament. I came to realize that it would be the perfect chance for me to challenge all comers. The belt still means very little to me, and will continue to be after I win it.”
“This tournament will give the chance to find the challenge I want” Celeste explained.
“And what if it doesn’t… what if you win the tournament and you’re still not satisfied?”
“Then I continue to challenge and defeat the competitors on this roster until I find a worthy challenge. So far I’ve defeated Ace David, Rush, and Will… I’ve been unimpressed with all of them. ”
“What about your next opponent Mondragon Meadowgate? The aspiring rookie”
“I’m always up for a good match, doesn’t matter the opponent. But..If Mondragon wants to leave this match to chance, he will lose… a man that leaves his fate to chance is a man with very low self confidence, and has even less confidence in his abilities. For me chance is irrelevant, I am the best at what I do… I am perfection personified. In my mind, I win, always. So unless Mondragon has some new techniques that I’ve never seen… he better be ready to fight… because chance alone won’t help him beat me. He’ll just be… another one of my victims”
“What do you plan to do if you win the belt?” asks Klamor.
“How much money do you have?” inquired Celeste
“Why?” Klamor asks as Celeste stands. She places a finger on his shoulder and begins to trace her finger in small strokes.
“Well for the right price…you could go from Interviewer Johnny Klamor to Euroasian Champion Johnny Klamor. How does that sound?”
Klamor was speechless, he really didn’t know how to answer that. Celeste laughed.
“Money is temperamental… I’m attracted to power… my power. What good are titles when you already know you’re the best. And when you know you’re the best you seek out the worthy challengers and expose the weak challengers to their deficiencies and mediocrity.”
Thunder boomed overhead once more as the serious look returned to Celeste’s face.
“Now get out of my face… you’ve kept me from my meditation long enough” she said brushing Klamor aside.
Klamor could feel the rain picking up again as he motions to his associate to pack up and leave. As the rain begins to fall again, Celeste resumes her position under her Umbrella, falling deep into her meditative trance.
Klamor turned to one of his associates, motioning to the large, luxurious hotel they had just pulled up in front of.
“Is this the place?”
“We’re positive, she gave us this address.”
The two men made their way towards the entrance, stepping inside the lobby they began to unpack their equipment.
“I’m curious as to what she’ll say this time” Klamor said “She’s got to be angry after what happened last week.”
“Why would she be angry? She got the win last week, she’s one step closer to winning the Euroasain title” the associate said.
“That’s what you’d think, but she’s different… she has different aspirations. Anyone in this company would be tickled pink to be given the opportunities she’s been given.”
Klamor shook his head.
“It’s never made sense to me how she could think so little of the title’s here and think so highly of her own ability… she’s a very beautiful woman… but there are things about her that I just can’t figure out”
Another associate approaches them with whereabouts of Celeste’s location.
“She’s outside?! What is she thinking?”
Klamor’s face dropped, it was just another part of the enigma that was Celeste. Klamor looked out the window and he saw at least one ray of hopeful comfort.
“The rain‘s stopped, at least for now… let’s do this while we’re still alive
Celeste sat alone on the grass by the large pool. She had been swimming stopping once the lightning and thunder had intensified. Instead of moving indoors, she had decided to do some meditation. The tattooed blond sat under a large umbrella, cross legged in a meditative trance. The wind whipping the strings on her black bikini.
Klamor and his associates approached with caution, even though he had interviewed Celeste before, he still considered her to be largely unpredictable.
“What is she doing”
He had been caught off guard her meditative stance. Seeing Celeste in a calm and focused state was new to him. He found it to be a nice change over her usual cocky and arrogant persona. He reached down to tap Celeste on the shoulder, but the suddenness of her voice made him retract his arm as if some invisible force threatened to chop it off.
“Johnny Klamor… how did I know you’d find me?”
“How?…” Klamor was dumbfounded, and found himself at a loss for words.
“So are just going to stand there ogling me or can we get started?”
‘How does she know I’m behind her? Does she even have her eyes open’ he thought
“I can smell you… you always wear the same cologne… just because I can’t see you with my eyes doesn’t mean I don’t have four perfectly good other sense’s to find you.” Celeste replied, a smirk forming on her face.
Celeste opens her eyes and turns to face Klamor, still seated cross legged under her umbrella. Klamor shifts uneasily as thunder booms overhead. An awkward silence fills the air, as Klamor tries to regain his composure.
“Celeste Crimson… the big question that seems to be on everyone’s mind is… how are you feeling after your victory last week and what are your future plans for the tournament?"
“I feel invigorated that I finally have an outlet for my plan” Celeste said. Klamor looked confused.
“Judging from your reaction that wasn’t the answer you wanted to hear” she chuckled. “At first I was biased about the tournament because I felt that it was interfering with my master plan… the immanent defeat of all the superstars on the roster.”
“That’s a bold plan… wouldn’t this tournament prove distracting to you then?"
“Absolutely not, I crave competition, I desire it so much that I will often seek it out myself. I consider myself to be the perfect competitor and the best on the roster. I face my challenges mainly out of curiosity, mainly to see if there are any other competitors that could give me a good challenge… so far I have been largely unimpressed.”
“After my defeat over Rush last week, I began to have seconds thoughts on my purpose in the tournament. I came to realize that it would be the perfect chance for me to challenge all comers. The belt still means very little to me, and will continue to be after I win it.”
“This tournament will give the chance to find the challenge I want” Celeste explained.
“And what if it doesn’t… what if you win the tournament and you’re still not satisfied?”
“Then I continue to challenge and defeat the competitors on this roster until I find a worthy challenge. So far I’ve defeated Ace David, Rush, and Will… I’ve been unimpressed with all of them. ”
“What about your next opponent Mondragon Meadowgate? The aspiring rookie”
“I’m always up for a good match, doesn’t matter the opponent. But..If Mondragon wants to leave this match to chance, he will lose… a man that leaves his fate to chance is a man with very low self confidence, and has even less confidence in his abilities. For me chance is irrelevant, I am the best at what I do… I am perfection personified. In my mind, I win, always. So unless Mondragon has some new techniques that I’ve never seen… he better be ready to fight… because chance alone won’t help him beat me. He’ll just be… another one of my victims”
“What do you plan to do if you win the belt?” asks Klamor.
“How much money do you have?” inquired Celeste
“Why?” Klamor asks as Celeste stands. She places a finger on his shoulder and begins to trace her finger in small strokes.
“Well for the right price…you could go from Interviewer Johnny Klamor to Euroasian Champion Johnny Klamor. How does that sound?”
Klamor was speechless, he really didn’t know how to answer that. Celeste laughed.
“Money is temperamental… I’m attracted to power… my power. What good are titles when you already know you’re the best. And when you know you’re the best you seek out the worthy challengers and expose the weak challengers to their deficiencies and mediocrity.”
Thunder boomed overhead once more as the serious look returned to Celeste’s face.
“Now get out of my face… you’ve kept me from my meditation long enough” she said brushing Klamor aside.
Klamor could feel the rain picking up again as he motions to his associate to pack up and leave. As the rain begins to fall again, Celeste resumes her position under her Umbrella, falling deep into her meditative trance.
Cena's Little Helper
Mid-Card Championship Winner
We see Leon Kensworth about to knock on a door that is slightly ajar. Although muffled for the moment, it is obvious that Spartan X is being played at a high volume. The camera quickly tracks in and comes right behind Kensworth as he is about to knock on the door.
Leon Kensworth (knocking): Mondragon, hello? Are you in, oh...
With Kensworth's knock, the door opens. We now hear exactly how loud Spartan X is playing. Meadowgate is sitting down in a chair, holding a pair of spandex pants. He is staring intently at these pants, which are a shiny green, with wide, silver stripes on the side that transition into wide rings around the legs right above the knees. Mondragon looks up after a second and blankly stares at Kensworth.
Leon Kensworth (with a raised voice): I'm sorry, Mondragon. I'll come back another time. I should have knocked more lightly on the door.
Mondragon Meadowgate (loudly): No, not at all, Mr. Kensworth. One moment, please.
Meadowgate puts the pants to the side and gets up to turn off the music.
Mondragon Meadowgate: Please, Mr. Kensworth, have a seat.
Meadowgate goes back to his seat. Kensworth takes the other seat in the room.
Mondragon Meadowgate: What's good, Mr. Kensworth?
Leon Kensworth: Well, Mondragon, to cut to the chase, everyone here at WZCW is a little curious to know about you. Mr. Bateman has been quite mum about his reasons for bringing you in. But, if we can take your last match as any indication of your capabilities, then we know that, at the very least, you are able to hang with the other wrestlers that comprise WZCW's roster.
Mondragon Meadowgate: Well, thank you, Mr. Kensworth. I am sure Sanna would be flattered by what you have just said as well. My hat definitely goes off to him. Also, I would just like to say that I'm very glad that I didn't study up on him before we went at it. I definitely would have thought that I was brought in for a suicide mission. Luckily though, I brought my A-game, and it was enough to get the win. But, don't let yourself think for one second, Mr. Kensworth, that, to me, Sanna is as good as pinned down. My one victory in no way makes it necessary that I must now beat him every time we meet in the future, should we ever meet again.
Leon Kensworth: OK...that was kind of of an odd digression, Mondragon, if you don't mind my saying so.
Mondragon Meadowgate: I don't mind at all, Mr. Kensworth. But, I would like to point out that what I just said does have a purpose. It highlights my, well, frankly, my obsession with chance. Theoretically, chance includes the notions of certainty and impossibility, but, these are notions that I do without. To me, an event is either probable, that is, likely to happen, or possible, that is, unlikely to happen, but nonetheless something that might occur.
Nothing illustrates my beliefs better than the match I will have tonight with Celeste Crimson. Yes, I am well aware that, at the last MD, I said that I had no desire to know anything about Sanna. But, given that I am now, contractually, a part of WZCW, this desire was overtaken by my stronger desire to know everything about the organization that now employs me.
But, tonight, Mr. Kensworth, I face a woman that is dangerous, confident, and very good at what she does. Furthermore, who wouldn't be intimidated by her past? She was born to a convict and an Eastern European MMA competitor. Moreover, she's well-versed in the same martial arts her mother practiced and she also has a medical condition that makes physical pain an alien concept to her. Although I think that a victory against her would normally be only remotely possible, tonight, Mr. Kensworth, I'm confident that a victory against her is extremely probable.
Why? Because I have been blessed with the spirit of fortitude and perseverance. Just a few days ago, Mr. Kensworth, I buried one of my trainers and mentors, a man who never gave up on me and who maintained faith in me when no one else would. Wrestling may come natural to some, but it most definitely did not come natural to me. Whatever talent I have in the ring came through blood, sweat, and tears. And, I would never have poured my heart and soul into this sport had someone else not had the confidence that I needed and lacked at key points in my wrestling career.
I'm not a very spiritual man, Mr. Kensworth, but seeing my mentor in the flesh for the last time did something to me. It may be nothing more than a purely psychological phenomenon, but it is nonetheless still there. However delusional this sounds, it is my belief that this man passed his spirit along to me so that I would have the same courage that he displayed every time he stepped into the ring. Unfortunately, this spirit, or, at the very least, this motivation just may not be enough. Crimson may have also just parted with a loved one. Hell, it may even be the case that no amount of heart could be good enough to beat her. But, I'm confident in saying that I don't think anyone has ever felt as strongly as I do at this moment, and this extreme desire I have to win for the man that I had more respect and admiration for than anyone else, well, Kensworth, this makes me believe that I will probably win tonight. It's almost as if success is the only option. I know for damn sure that I wouldn't want to go up against me tonight.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to think some more before I go out for my match. Have a good night.
Meadowgate shows Kensworth to the door. He smiles at Kensworth, and then shuts the door.
Leon Kensworth (knocking): Mondragon, hello? Are you in, oh...
With Kensworth's knock, the door opens. We now hear exactly how loud Spartan X is playing. Meadowgate is sitting down in a chair, holding a pair of spandex pants. He is staring intently at these pants, which are a shiny green, with wide, silver stripes on the side that transition into wide rings around the legs right above the knees. Mondragon looks up after a second and blankly stares at Kensworth.
Leon Kensworth (with a raised voice): I'm sorry, Mondragon. I'll come back another time. I should have knocked more lightly on the door.
Mondragon Meadowgate (loudly): No, not at all, Mr. Kensworth. One moment, please.
Meadowgate puts the pants to the side and gets up to turn off the music.
Mondragon Meadowgate: Please, Mr. Kensworth, have a seat.
Meadowgate goes back to his seat. Kensworth takes the other seat in the room.
Mondragon Meadowgate: What's good, Mr. Kensworth?
Leon Kensworth: Well, Mondragon, to cut to the chase, everyone here at WZCW is a little curious to know about you. Mr. Bateman has been quite mum about his reasons for bringing you in. But, if we can take your last match as any indication of your capabilities, then we know that, at the very least, you are able to hang with the other wrestlers that comprise WZCW's roster.
Mondragon Meadowgate: Well, thank you, Mr. Kensworth. I am sure Sanna would be flattered by what you have just said as well. My hat definitely goes off to him. Also, I would just like to say that I'm very glad that I didn't study up on him before we went at it. I definitely would have thought that I was brought in for a suicide mission. Luckily though, I brought my A-game, and it was enough to get the win. But, don't let yourself think for one second, Mr. Kensworth, that, to me, Sanna is as good as pinned down. My one victory in no way makes it necessary that I must now beat him every time we meet in the future, should we ever meet again.
Leon Kensworth: OK...that was kind of of an odd digression, Mondragon, if you don't mind my saying so.
Mondragon Meadowgate: I don't mind at all, Mr. Kensworth. But, I would like to point out that what I just said does have a purpose. It highlights my, well, frankly, my obsession with chance. Theoretically, chance includes the notions of certainty and impossibility, but, these are notions that I do without. To me, an event is either probable, that is, likely to happen, or possible, that is, unlikely to happen, but nonetheless something that might occur.
Nothing illustrates my beliefs better than the match I will have tonight with Celeste Crimson. Yes, I am well aware that, at the last MD, I said that I had no desire to know anything about Sanna. But, given that I am now, contractually, a part of WZCW, this desire was overtaken by my stronger desire to know everything about the organization that now employs me.
But, tonight, Mr. Kensworth, I face a woman that is dangerous, confident, and very good at what she does. Furthermore, who wouldn't be intimidated by her past? She was born to a convict and an Eastern European MMA competitor. Moreover, she's well-versed in the same martial arts her mother practiced and she also has a medical condition that makes physical pain an alien concept to her. Although I think that a victory against her would normally be only remotely possible, tonight, Mr. Kensworth, I'm confident that a victory against her is extremely probable.
Why? Because I have been blessed with the spirit of fortitude and perseverance. Just a few days ago, Mr. Kensworth, I buried one of my trainers and mentors, a man who never gave up on me and who maintained faith in me when no one else would. Wrestling may come natural to some, but it most definitely did not come natural to me. Whatever talent I have in the ring came through blood, sweat, and tears. And, I would never have poured my heart and soul into this sport had someone else not had the confidence that I needed and lacked at key points in my wrestling career.
I'm not a very spiritual man, Mr. Kensworth, but seeing my mentor in the flesh for the last time did something to me. It may be nothing more than a purely psychological phenomenon, but it is nonetheless still there. However delusional this sounds, it is my belief that this man passed his spirit along to me so that I would have the same courage that he displayed every time he stepped into the ring. Unfortunately, this spirit, or, at the very least, this motivation just may not be enough. Crimson may have also just parted with a loved one. Hell, it may even be the case that no amount of heart could be good enough to beat her. But, I'm confident in saying that I don't think anyone has ever felt as strongly as I do at this moment, and this extreme desire I have to win for the man that I had more respect and admiration for than anyone else, well, Kensworth, this makes me believe that I will probably win tonight. It's almost as if success is the only option. I know for damn sure that I wouldn't want to go up against me tonight.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to think some more before I go out for my match. Have a good night.
Meadowgate shows Kensworth to the door. He smiles at Kensworth, and then shuts the door.
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