MD106: Constantine (c) vs. M (Elite X Title)
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The Chronicles of M
Season 1 Episode 3:
"Conquering Championships"
Season 1 Episode 3:
"Conquering Championships"
Our episode begins with our villain asleep in a villa, cuddling a figure alongside him in his white king sized double bed...
Ohayou gozaimasu~ :3
The mess of blankets M is cuddling emits the cute hello, pleasing the mysterious one as he snuggles up to the blankets...
Mmmmmmmm Ter-OH GOD NO
He pulls the cover down, revealing the General's smiling face, causing M to tumble out of bed in shock...
Bahahaha gotcha good!!
Green laughs to himself, pleased with the outcome of his prank as M scrambles to his feet, still panicky from the ordeal...
Holy Mother of Me....
M straightens his posture up and brushes the dust from the floor off his attire as Green continues his enjoyment...
Hahaha that was marvellous...
Dammit Green you don't do that to people!!
Hahahaha it's your fault you silly! "Trip for two to Milan"... I'm tethered to you! You should have made it a trip for three if you wanted her to come!
M looks down at the ground sadly, his eyes filled with sorrow due to the lack of Teru on his Milan trip...
....it was a minor miscalculation....
Riiiiiiiiight, you'd think that someone with a magnificent mind such as yourself would think about things like that....
M looks up, his eyes showing a visible rage due to the incessant teasing from the Green General, who is trying to hold back even more childish giggling...
Careful Green, you better mind your mouth before you end up in some mighty thick molasses...
Green brushes off the threat from M, before picking up a towel and walking towards the door leading to the villa's pool.
Whatever man I'm heading to the pool. You coming?
M shrugs in a "might as well" kind of way and is met with a towel flying at his face. After a masterful catch of the towel via the method of face, M joins the General in heading to the pool as we go to a break...
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
We come back from the break to see M lying on a pool chair sunbathing whilst General Green floats in the pool's edge near the maleficent one.
Ahhhh its such a shame that little miss Teru had to miss out on this all expenses paid trip... what's she doing in the lair while we're partying it up here in Milan?
The General smiles, hoping to garner a hilarious reaction from M but M is too mellowed out from the sunbathing to bother getting too excited at the petty jab.
I got her to work on that massive laser thingy we... Uh... "Found" while inspecting that meteorite a while back.
M uses his hands to outline the object in question as Green nods along.
Oh yeah that thing, what were you planning on doing with such a dangerous device again?
I think I'll use it to write my name on the moon, so after I've taken over the world young couples can look up into the night sky and be reminded of their one true master... It's kinda romantic in a way...
M sighs as he folds his arms behind his head to create a pillow, daydreaming of the day that he finally controls the world...
Oh yeah... about that, when exactly ARE we taking over the world again?
Soon General, soon we will take our rightful place as rulers of this universe!!
M weakly pumps a fist in the air as Green sighs and rests his own head on the pool's edge in annoyance...
Dammit M you said that ages ago!
Baby steps, Green, baby steps... What have I got now that would help me in taking over the world? You? The waitresses at the restaurant above our lair? 43 pages of Tumblr fanfiction of you and me?
....So what's the first baby step towards world domination?
M lightly waves his hands around with less enthusiasm than he usually does when discussing world domination...
Well first I need an image...
You've got one already as a fail-
M sits up and cuts the General off...
-I need a GOOD image, one that makes it so whenever anyone talks about me they tremble a little in the downstairs area out of fear...
M squints his eyes as he describes the feeling he is talking about...
Well that's certainly an odd image there, M... How are you gonna go about obtaining this image?
Well, it's just my luck that I happen to be a part of a wrestling organisation called WZCW...
...And if you conquer WZCW you'll gain your image...
Green finishes M's sentence, rubbing his chin as he contemplates the idea...
Yep, and if you've been paying attention to the shows, there's something called a "WZCW World Heavyweight Championship", so if I conquer the World Championship...
...then you'll conquer the world of WZCW?
As Green finishes M's sentence a second time, M grins his signature maniacal grin and begins to laugh...
Yes... Mwahahahaha... I'll conquer WZCW, gain an image of an absolute badass, and then I'll conquer the world!!
Green seems excited by the idea and splashes with joy to show it.
Sounds like a plan! When do we start the WZCW domination?
This week!
An audible gasp is heard from the General as M continues on...
Yes, this week is the week I take my first step towards conquering the world!
A double gasp is emitted from the Green General, visibly pleased by the idea of finally starting a plan for world domination.
When I maim Constantine and claim the Elite X Championship my first step will be completed!!
M raises a pointed finger in the air to celebrate and the two share some manic laughter before relaxing again...
Ahh yes, the classic "maim and claim" strategy... Wait a second, "Elite X" doesn't sound anything like "WZCW World Heavyweight"!! You numbskull you're challenging for the wrong title!
Green hits the water in anger, creating a splash full of the frustration of hanging around a failed supervillain for so long...
Ah hah! But Green, that's the most magnificent part of my plan I have so meticulously planned! There's no chance they'd just suddenly let me challenge for control of the world...championship... BUT! If I win the Elite X Championship and then defend it 7 times in a row I automatically get a shot to become the one true master of the world!!!...championship...
This perks Green up a bit, but he continues by questioning M's methodical methods...
Christ, M, that's quite the roundabout way to go get a little practice for world domination now isn't it?
M glares at Green, the pointing out of the obvious flaw in his plan not pleasing the master of madness, but he simply chooses to ignore the Green General.
Now! Onwards! To the battle of Constantine!! Stage one of my master plan is underway!!
M leaps up from the chair and strikes the most majestic pose of all the poses, masterfully striking a clenched fist in the air, punching the oxygen with authority as if to say "I will one day own you, bitch", the General simply shrugging as he enjoys his floating a little longer as the camera pans upwards to the sky before fading out...
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We fade back in to see a large metal object in a vast warehouse, intermittently lit with a light shade of blue as the faint "bzzt" of a welding torch is heard...
Ohayouuuu~
We pan across the metal mass to reveal M's bride - the tantalising miss Teru - outfitted in her usual schoolgirl uniform but with the added accessory of a welder's mask hiding the soft features of her cheery face, as she hums along to her welding task...
O-ha-youuuuu, o-ha-youuuu, o-ha-you-go-za-i-ma-suuuuuu~
She hums along, welding and welding away, as slowly a shadow begins to appear on the metal object, getting larger and larger with every spark of the welding torch...
Ohayou....?
Teru notices the odd shadow, begins to turn to face the creator of said shadow...
She takes off her mask and turns to face the shadow maker, but before she can react a hand muffles her mouth, pulling her down to the ground as the scene fades to black...
The Climb
Mia slumps on the chair beside Constantine as he looks down a pair of horn-rimmed glasses towards her. The low light accentuates her beautiful features but gives a hint of weariness about the Elite X Champion's beau. She removes a string of pearls before rubbing her neck with both hands and letting out a relieved sigh.
Constantine: Eventful night?
Mia lets out a small laugh as she finally kicks off her beautiful blue satin shoes, her feet visibly swollen and red from the nights festivities.
Mia: Eventful? I guess you could say that.
Constantine turns to his broadsheet once more as Mia lights a cigarette before pulling open the nearby window. She takes a sharp intake of smoky breath before daintily blowing it into the cool night's breeze.
Mia: Benedict was at it again. Talking about how the foundation is built on the back of his great ideas. How he single handedly built the foundation from an idea in his basement to a multi-national reputable initiative...
Mia's words fall away as she takes another hearty puff from her cigarette. Getting lost in her words, she barely notices that Constantine is busy barely noticing her. Giving him a stern look, Mia waits for Constantine to peer away from his newspaper once more, finally realising that Mia had stopped talking moments ago.
Constantine: Oh! Can you believe that!?
Mia shoots Constantine a derisory look as she extinguishes her cigarette prematurely. Stubbing it out with a venomous anger, she shakes his her in disapproval.
Mia: This is the problem with you, John! You don't listen to me!
As Mia leans in towards, the Elite X Champion detects the unmistakeable aroma of alcohol on her breath. Shaking his head in disapproval, Constantine watches her as she slumps back into the deep chair before letting out an outraged moan.
Mia: Every day it's WZCW this and WZCW that. But guess what, John? Life goes on outside of a wrestling ring, you know! You think because you're wearing a little bit of gold that it makes you more important than anyone else? You think that because, suddenly, that you're a Champion, that you're not worthy of listening to me anymore?
Constantine stays silent as Mia continues her tirade. The Power Trip folds his paper in two before setting on the table beside him. Removing his glasses, Constantine shoots a look towards Mia, who is now revelling in her diatribe.
Mia: Oh, John Constantine the Champion. He has it all! That's what they say, isn't it? Well, I'll tell you something that he wont have for much longer, a fucking girlfriend.
Constantine: Stop it, Mia!
The Power Trip's harsh tone startles Mia somewhat as she straightens up his chair. For a moment, there is only silence in the room as Constantine's words still ring in both of their ears. Mia, eventually finding her courage, gets to her feet and slowly staggers over to her partner and former boss. Speaking in a hushed tone, Mia sits herself on the arm rest of Constantine's chair and places her arms around him softly.
Mia: I miss us, John! I miss when you had all the time in the world for me. I miss coming home and knowing that you wouldn't be overcome by some facet of wrestling and Championships and accomplishments. I just miss having you all to myself. You seem... Distracted recently.
Constantine considers Mia's words for a long time, allowing them to sink into his brain and, more importantly, allowing himself an appropriate time to plan his next response. Mia had been drunk before, she had even spouted hate at him but it had never been so personal. So damning. He wasn't sure if it was the drink talking or just sheer honesty.
Constantine: I am sorry, Mia.
Mia allows a small smile to appear in the corner of her mouth. Constantine remains silent for a moment, he had never heard himself apologize before. At least not out loud. But he knew it was necessary this time. Mia had been his trusted companion and partner for years now; his constant. And it was true that he was distant of late. Since winning the Elite X Championship, he had been withdrawn. The Elite had grown in strength and reputation but it was still not hitting the dizzying heights that he knew it could. Showtime was a former World Champion, and was even given the opportunity to seize the Championship once more... albeit unsuccessfully.
But Constantine had been through all of this before with his Empire. Alex Bowen and Justin Cooper were good wrestlers but they too had failed to live up to the hype and expectations of Constantine. And he regretfully felt the same way about The Elite. Showtime was an elite competitor, a true Hall Of Fame wrestler. But Michael Winters had long since been giving Constantine cause for concern. His win to loss ratio was worrying and Constantine had long since noticed it. But this was not a time to cut anyone loose, but a time for reflection and perhaps growth. If Constantine could nurture the returning talent, perhaps the fortunes of The Elite might change.
But how could he put this to Mia? Often times, he had felt a certain disconnect when it came to wrestling. He had gotten out at the right time and for the right reasons. But Mia was never convinced of his reasons for returning quite so soon. She supported him, of course. But all wrestling matters seemed minuscule to her.
And now, 1 defence into his Elite X marathon, Constantine, found his plate full of potential drama and dilemma. Not least, the mysterious new competitor M.
Constantine: I have a lot on my mind recently. And I am well aware that I have used that reason in the past but it seems as though I am constantly up against it. An Elite X Championship gauntlet is no easy thing to go through, not least when you...
Mia turns away from Constantine, unimpressed by his reasoning, especially not so long after giving her the first believable apology she had ever received. Standing up and the hurriedly moving across the plush wooden floor, Constantine catches her by the arm.
Constantine: Mia, I am sorry. I know that you were against me returning to WZCW and I also know that every time it seems like I am close to getting out, it sucks me back in one thing after another. But trust me, Mia. The work I am doing in WZCW is very important. Just like the work you are doing at the foundation.
Mia's features brighten up as Constantine references her work, a half-hearted attempt at showing her that he does indeed listen at times.
Constantine: WZCW is a company that I helped build from the ground up, just like you with you the foundation. And people like Benedict seem eager to take what you have built and destroy it. Ask yourself, Mia. If push came to the shove, could you stand idly by and watch as something you worked so hard to propel fell out of the sky without even so much a whimper?
Mia's stubborn expression softens slightly as Constantine continues.
Constantine: Next week, I go up against one of the most promising newcomers in WZCW and I cannot allow him to take everything I have away from me. I cannot allow the only foothold I have in this company to be ripped out from under me. I will not. A talented superstar, M may be but he stands between me and my destiny, If Showtime and Winters cannot handle the World Heavyweight Championship scene then I will have to make it there myself and restore this company to it's once prosperous status. Then, and only then, can I leave and know that it all meant something.
Mia runs a hand over Constantine's rosy cheek and smiles at him.
Mia: Be careful as you climb the ladder, John. The higher you climb, the smaller the people below you become.
Mia kisses The Elite X Champion on the cheek she softly caressed only seconds ago before turning on her heels and leaving Constantine standing alone with his thoughts.
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