The door to Constantine's study swings opens slowly to reveal Mia standing in the door way with a hot cup of tea in her hand. Constantine turns his head for a moment and beckons her inside with a puzzled look upon his face. Turning back towards the TV, Constantine raises an eyebrow as canned laughter from the loud TV fills the air.
Mia: Are you still no further forward in your research, Sir?
Constantine: Unfortunately not, Mia. It is ridiculous that the mentality of the Brits continues to evade me. For days now, I have sat alone in my study watching terrible British TV show after terrible British TV show. I have sipped tea until my stomach is lined with sugar and milk. I have complained about the weather and my lot in life until I am blue in the face. And most importantly, I have become an arrogant, narcissistic and egotistical man. One would have thought that this alone would have opened up some doors for me in the world of WZCW.
Mia places the cup of tea down on a table to the immediate right of her boss before turning towards the TV that is keeping Constantine engrossed and baffled. She scratches her head for a moment and then adopts the same look of befuddlement that Constantine has long since donned.
Mia: Maybe it is the poor oral hygiene that is holding you back?
Constantine tuts for a second and turns to her with, what looks like, a tiny smile forming in the corner of his mouth. He appreciates the attempt at humour but will not allow himself to be distracted for long.
Constantine: Come now, Mia. We know that the British do not, as a whole, have bad oral hygiene. What they do have is an unwarranted arrogance. An arrogance that somehow makes them feel as though they are superior to those that they come across without even knowing that person. The British really are the most obnoxious and horrible people on this planet.
Constantine lifts his wide porcelain mug up from the table and sips at it's rim. As the warm liquid hits his mouth, he grimaces but continues to sip the sugary liquid.
Constantine: So consider this, Mia. WZCW is and always has been an American Company. It was started here in the Unites States of America. The head office of this company is in the glorious US of A and yet a smarmy Brit holds the only title that indicates that it is a world-wide company. The British have held us down for far too long, Mia. The British Empire is long since redundant but the skid-mark of their reign of terror still stains the underwear of the United States of America and it make my stomach churn. For too long, The British Empire stood unchallenged at the top of the world. No one dared question their rule and the world grew stagnant. But I don't need to give you a history lesson, Mia. Lord knows we've all heard it before.
Constantine looks at the TV once more before switching it off.
Constantine: The tree of liberty, as they say, needs to be refreshed with the blood of patriots and tyrants. There is no liberty in WZCW, Mia. And once again, like it has in the past, the call of duty beckons only the bravest of people to it's cause. The World Heavyweight Championship needs to be liberated from British hands, just as our wonderful country was all those years ago. The tree of liberty has never looked so abandoned. The glorious and beautiful leaves of liberty have fallen from the tree in the Autumn of restraint. Too many good Americans stand by whilst people like Big Dave sit atop the mountain.
Constantine's eyes are fixed now, he is in a state of mind that cannot be interrupted as thoughts begin to formulate in his mind. Quickly his thoughts are made into words that continue his harsh but patriotic diatribe.
Constantine: Big Dave, it seems, has entered the world of WZCW and has been welcomed with open arms. His reign as World Heavyweight Champion may still yet be young. But if good men, like myself, stand by and do nothing, then it has the potential to be very damaging indeed. The world of WZCW may be turned on it's head and we will stand in the smouldering remains of a once-glorious company and wonder what happened. We will look to those who claim to be brave and ask ourselves why they did nothing. We will wonder how we could have been so ridiculously stupid to allow our company to fall into the hands of the oppressive and no one will be able to answer.
But we should have no fear whilst people like myself roam the world. People like John Constantine who will stand up against what is wrong and unjust. People like The Power Trip who will recruit like-minded warriors to his cause and will be successful. You see the wheels of revolution are already in motion and soon enough, the world will see that good men will not allow the world to go backwards. Good men like John Constantine and Steven Holmes will not allow the company to be reduced to nothing more than a territory that someone can call their own. No! Men like Steven Holmes are the exception that proves the rule.
Last week, Steven Holmes and I were victorious in dousing the respective fires of Titus and Sam Smith. One of the greatest Elite X Champions and the current Elite X Champion fell victim to the power and might of justice. You see, Steven Homes and I can see that restraint is not needed right now. What this company needs is characters who will stand up to the status-qua and carry the fight to those who mean to restrain us. The current crop of Champions are not what this company needs. This company needs men who will stand up for what is right. This company needs the likes of John Constantine and Steven Holmes with Championships around their waists.
Constantine lets out a heavy sigh as he mulls his current situation over inside his head.
Constantine: Last week you saw how the will of the brave can overcome anything that is put in front of them. Did anyone in their right mind give Steven Holmes and I a chance against our opponents? We went up against a man who has held the Elite X Championship for longer than I can stomach and a man who, at one time, was the greatest wrestler in entire company. But with bravery in our hearts we prevailed and catapulted ourselves into the thoughts of the decision makers of this company. And that, dear Mia, is the situation we find ourselves in this week.
Mia: Ah, yes! Big Dave!
Constantine: Yes...
Truth be told, Mia, I have never believed in Big Dave as a competitor. Yes, he may have gotten the better of me in the only other time we have competed. But to think that he is regarded as the best that WZCW has to offer is absurd. I remember a time when he was no better than a glorified tag-team Champion. That was his level, Mia. He should never have been elevated any higher than that but here we are. Big Dave is the best that this company has to offer and we, collectively, are a laughing stock.
America once again glorifies the most repugnant people on this Earth and have elevated them to the top of their respective fields. These are the descendants of men that once controlled our country as if it were no more than an extension of their own. How liberty takes a back seat when people forget their past...
This week, however, John Constantine will step into the ring with Big Dave. Just as our forefathers brought a world of pain to the British Empire and signalled a turning point in it's fortunes, I will deliver the same festive gift to Big Dave. After I get done with him, this smarmy Brit will realise that he shouldn't have left the tag team division. He should called it quits long before he learned that he would be facing me. And he'll soon learn that we, as American people, will not take to kindly to his rule. Like those who have gone before us, our bravery will shine through and the opressive reign of the Brits will be terminated.
Mark my words, Mia.
Constantine looks at the stack of British sitcom DVD's lying next to his cup of tea and swiftly sweeps them into the trash.
