A bustling and busy crowd swarm around the front entrance of an unnamed arena as the warm sun beats down upon their heads from above. Hanging above the door is a billboard and it reads:
WZCW: FAN EXPO
See your favourite Superstars today
The crowd jostle for position at the door and WZCW officials and security hurriedly try and maintain some order by pushing people back into some semblance of a line. Inside, the WZCW Superstars are revving up for some action with their adoring fans. Titus occupies the biggest booth. His merchandise is strewn out in front of him as he sits behind the desk. Red masks are available as Titus makes the finishing touches to his layout. Behind him, the EurAsian Champion Blade sits in a nonchalant manner with his feet up on the table. As the names get less and less noticeable, the booths become smaller until finally an unreserved booth at the very back becomes prevalent.
From a small door at the back Mia bursts in carrying a duffel bag full of Constantine merchandise. Constantine quickly follows but doesn't seem to be in the same sort of rush that Mia undoubtedly is. Mia runs to the top table, already occupied by Titus, and slams the heavy duffel bag down on top of his things. Titus looks up at her with a glare in his eyes as his merchandise pile that he worked so hard on falls off of the table. Mia is hushed for a moment until Constantine rounds the corner to see Titus sitting at the top booth. Constantine tugs his sunglasses off of his face and looks at Titus as Titus gets to his feet. There is an awkward silence for a second as both men size each other up.
Constantine: If it isn't the fallen icon, Titus.
Titus remains quiet but a look of sheer mettle on his features.
Constantine: Don't worry, we'll leave you alone. Maybe I'll be seeing you later...
Constantine lifts the duffel bag and begins walking down the large hall until he reaches the smallest booth in the fan expo. Letting out a heavy sigh, Constantine puts the bag down on the table and allows Mia to begin setting up his merchandise. Unfortunately, there is not enough room on the table for all of his things. Nevertheless, Constantine rounds the table and takes his seat. Suddenly, a booming announcement comes over the PA system.
PA: Doors will open in 5 minutes time.
Constantine lets out another sigh as his discontent begins to grow. Looking over to one of the bigger booths, Constantine notices Chris Beckford talking to an unnamed stage-hand. Smiling and laughing, I looks like he doesn't have a worry in the world. Constantine smirks and turns to Mia, who is still trying to fit as much merchandise on the table as she physically can.
Constantine: You see that, Mia?
Constantine stretches out his finger in the direction of Chris Beckford. Mia turns around to see Beckford in deep conversation. She places what she has in her hands down onto the table and then takes up her position at the side of Constantine.
Mia: Chris Beckford? Yes, I see him.
Constantine: No, Mia! It is what he is doing that surprises me so much. Look at him! He doesn't seem to be taking me very seriously. Here we are, only a few days from our match and he is laughing and joking. He clearly isn't taking me seriously in the ring any more and that will be the biggest mistake he ever makes, trust me on that one.
He and I have gone at it before and he had to get himself in tip-top condition both mentally and physically. Now I look at him and it is like he is brushing me off as just another jobber that will bow to his whim at the very next opportunity. Has it really become that bad?
PA: Door are now opening.
Mia finishes her business with the layout and ushers Constantine behind his table as flocks of people cram through the doors at the opposite end of the arena hall. A sea of people begins to wash over the area as they all run to reach their favourite WZCW Superstar. Titus, Blade, Chris Beckford and some other superstars at the top of the hall are very busy. The crowd begins to filter down to the people at the bottom of the hall. Constantine sits up in his chair and clasps his hands on the table, a smile upon his face as two young men begin to walk towards him. Constantine nervously shuffles in his seat as they get closer, so close that he can hear their words to each other.
Boy 1: I can't wait to meet him, he's just such an inspiration to me!
Boy 2: I know, right. It's too bad he has been treated so poorly recently.
Boy 1: Yeah but at least he is here... Wait a minute!
The two boys stop in their tracks as they look more closely at Constantine. One of the boy squints to get a closer look at the figure that sits behind the table. A look of shocked realisation sweeps across his face as he turns to his friends.
Boy 1: Oh! It's John Constantine not Doug.
Boy 2: Constantine? Who wants to see that loser?
The boys turn around and begin heading up the arena hall as Constantine's mouth sits ajar. The shock of the moment sweeps over him as his eyes follow the boys back down the hall. It is quiet again as the people at the top of the hall get all of the attention whilst John Constantine and Black Dragon sit at the other end of the hall with no one wanting to hear from them. Constantine shakes his head and looks to Mia, who simply gives a shrug.
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As people begin to file out of the hall, Constantine sits behind the table with his head resting on his arms atop the table. His stack of papers to sign and his merchandise have not been touched. He looks dejected and his body language is negative all over. He picks up his head and looks at the crowd leaving at the other side of the hall. He quickly flashes a look over to the table that houses Chris Beckford. His table is bare and his smiling face shines back at Constantine.
Constantine: Can you believe that, Mia?
Mia: Believe what, Sir?
Constantine: In the last few weeks, I have been in the ring with the WZCW Champion and his number one contender. I have faced Austin Reynolds at Kingdom Come and yet Chris Beckford, the biggest puppet of the Internet Wrestling Community is more popular than me. Hell, even Doug Crashin is more popular than me and he wasn't even talented enough to keep himself in the company.
Mia searches for an answer that would please Constantine but soon realises that there is no answer that satisfies that criteria. She remains silent instead.
Constantine: Here I am busting my ass to give these people what they want and what they want is someone who panders to their every whim. They want Chris Beckford! They want a man who is guilty of robbing me of my destiny at All Or Nothing and taking the EurAsian Championship away from me when I had worked so hard to get it. They want the man who is as false as my grandmother's teeth. They want a liar. They want a phony! They want the weak!
Mia: Maybe we should get going, Sir?
Constantine: No, I want to sit here for a few more minutes. You see, Mia, this place has opened my eyes. This place has allowed me to see the world in the light that I should have seen it before. It allowed me to see that Chris Beckford is the epitome of what a fan favourite should be. All through today, his table has been packed with people that just want to talk to him, they hang on his every word. And then you look at my table...
Constantine looks around at all the merchandise that still remains on his tiny table. Suddenly, he pushes off all of the stacked merchandise onto the cold floor.
Constantine: It should be me!
It should be me that is getting all of the adulation from the fans. It should be me that is telling people how to live. Numerous times I have met Chris Beckford in the ring and whilst I know that I can beat him, the power of the fans seems to drive him forward. With every punch he throws at me, I can feel the crowd willing him to take me down with one good strike to my jaw.
These people are so ******ed that they cannot see what is good for them but I have the opportunity to get back on the horse this week at Meltdown, Mia. Not only do I have the opportunity to put the past behind me and show Ty Burna that he was lucky to beat me last time, I also have the opportunity to show the people who flock to see the pathetic Chris Beckford that I am not going down. I am not going to fall to the whim of the people. I am not going to be another Doug Crashin story and Chris Beckford is the perfect person to illustrate this with.
Constantine fixes his eyes onto Beckford.
Constantine: Think about it. Millions of people will be watching Meltdown this week, thinking that they will see Chris Beckford deliver the Cross-County that will finally take me out of this company. They will cheer at their TVs as he gets ready to inflict more punishment on me and give me no choice but to go to the Mayhem division. But right at that moment, when the fans are right behind him and spurring him on, I will strike!
I will hit him with the Axis Of Evil with most ferocity and devastation than I ever have, His back will be broken in half and I will stand victorious over a Superstar that has been Championed by the people. Don't you see it, Mia? This is my chance to take back what is rightfully mine and the people will have no option to realise that I am John Constantine and I am better than them...
Constantine does not blink as he looks over at Chris Beckford as the screen goes black.