Meltdown 113: Veejay/Dorian Slaughter vs ElegAnt/El Califa Dragon

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Issues from different sides of WZCW mix as Veejay teams up with The Elite's protege, Dorian Slaughter to take on ElegAnt and one of the members of the newly former "Armada", El Califa Dragon. Veejay seems to have an odd hatred for the resident fire ant of WZCW. Will we find out why while Dorian and Califa keep the war between The Elite and The Armadaa going?

Deadline Jan 6, extensions granted via request.
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[Richard Blonoff]

Deadline has been extended by 24 hours.

 

[Bagpipes]

THE THIRD BOOK OF SLAUGHTER

3 Slaughter 1:1–5

With Thine hands, be fierce.

There were two men in the land of luchadores, one whom bore the seal of the dragon, the other the mark of the ant, and the men were upright and feared nothing and eschewed evil. Now there was a day when the Son of The Elite came before his master and received his master’s blessing. He shalt put forth Thine hand and touch all that they hath, and thus, they will curse Him. And the master said unto his protégé, Behold, all that they hath is in Thy power.

3 Slaughter 2:16-19

There came a great wind.

And while they were speaking, there came also another voice which said “The fire of The Destroyer hath fallen from the heavens, and hath burned up all those in its path.” And behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the room, and it fell upon the men, and death had quickly become them.

He sits alone in a dimly lit room, soft intermittent growls from the distant furnace fill the scene. As He rests His forehead heavily upon the dampened palms of His hands, the rage within Him is contained only by the comforting darkness of His surroundings.

Slaughter: So it shall come to pass.

The words of His newly found ally echo through the boiler room, filling the black space with life where previously there had only been death.

Slaughter: One by one, they shall kneel at the feet of their Redeemer. Your World Champion, your Tag Team Champions, your heroes and your idols, shall crumble beneath the weight of the true Destroyer’s boot. Week after week my words fall upon deadened ears, but week after week, they ring true.

As He rises and runs the palm of His hand across the mildew laced concrete wall, we cut to images of Ty Burna and Slaughter assaulting El Califa Dragon in the backstage area. Slaughter forcefully rams El Califa’s head into the concrete wall as Ty delivers a Consecrated Banishment to the face of Matt Tastic. The cut scene slowly fades away as Slaughter comes back into focus.

Slaughter: Your heroes hide behind masks, attempting to shield the world from their demons.

His face is illuminated with a fierce white light as the door to the room suddenly creaks open. His eyes are unaffected by the brightness.

Slaughter: Look at me. I do not hide my demons. Look into my eyes, look upon my face, my demons live through me.

His eyes remain still, gazing deeply, not blinking, as the door thuds closed and the light vanishes and darkness once again surrounds Him.

Slaughter: Through my demons, torment and suffering are made flesh. The wounds of my past were never permitted to heal, rather they bred within my soul, expanding, enveloping my being. And now, these wounds fuel a spirit of unrelenting hatred for those who choose to stand vainly in the darkness, cowering behind masks, concealing their own pain rather than exploiting it.

Two figures approach Him through the darkness, as they draw nearer, Serafina’s white robe becomes evident. She walks toward Him, leading Veejay through the darkened room.

Serafina: Harness your sufferings, Dorian, and lay them down before me.

He drops to one knee as Serafina stands before him, His head bowed as she runs her fingers through his dampened hair. Veejay looks on, quite puzzled by the sudden reaction of his tag team partner.

Serafina: True redemption can only be discovered through the exploitation of emotion. Veejay, should you choose to stand amongst the darkness, you must submit yourself to me.

Veejay: Bollywood’s victor kneels for no one.

Slaughter rises quickly and lunges toward Veejay. Their foreheads touch as their eyes meet, the former trembling with rage as the latter stares into His eyes.

Veejay: Perhaps you should save some of that anger for the ant and the dragon.

Slaughter: Neither insect nor beast can stave off the plague of suffering which shall be unleashed. Perhaps you should return to your palace and polish your golden floors.

Veejay: I would indeed run out of time before our match, my wealth is daunting.

Slaughter: Your vainness is repulsing.

Serafina: Gentlemen, shall we put our differences aside and focus on the task at hand? No matter your prerogative, victory is your sole objective. Defeat is unacceptable. Defeat is not becoming of The Elite.

Slaughter: Death, however, is becoming of you.

Slaughter retracts from His partner’s personal space, taking a small step backward as Serafina interjects herself between the two.

Veejay: When that bell rings, you had better live up to that Elite status, Slaughter.

Slaughter: When the final bell tolls, I shall be doing the only living.

Serafina: Listen to them! They mock you. The rookies, the yearlings, unfit to lace their veteran boots. The troubled soul, longing to follow in the footsteps of The Harbringer of Chaos and the most prolific Elite X Champion in history. And you, the glorified movie star millionaire from India, failed to make a name for himself in The States, longing for the companionship of his perceived enemies. Will you let them scorn you?

Veejay: We will leave an everlasting mark on our opposition. We will crush the ant! We will slay the dragon!

Serafina: And, Dorian?

The Angel of Death nods gently as he unclenches his swollen fists. He staggers past Serafina, brushing shoulders with Veejay as He walks toward the door. Serafina’s violet eyes glow through the darkness as a slight smile comes over her face.

Veejay turns to ensure Slaughter’s exit. As He swings the door open and lets it slam closed behind Him, a cold wind rushes through the room. The furnace roars, illuminating the room with a dull crimson light. Veejay turns back toward Serafina, but she has vanished.

Slaughter’s voice fills the room as the scene slowly fades out.

Slaughter: They come in droves, the heroes of the Armada. Sailing their flags amidst the sounds of the Archangel’s trumpet. But alas, in the distance, approaches the fury of death. Marching behind a banner of darkness, rejecting the adulation of the masses, scorching everything in its path with the flames of injustice. Led by The Destroyer, an onslaught of death breaches the horizon. Shield your eyes, bind tightly your hearts, make haste, for their hour of reprisal is at hand.

 

[CyberPunk]

New Year bash

It’s elegANT’s mansion. Thousands of ants are at work in and around the mansion. As they carry on their routine tasks, the doorbell rings. Antfred opens the door. He sees a courier guy outside.

Courier guy: I have a courier for Mr. elegANT.

Antfred: What is it?

CG: It’s a bouquet with a letter.

Antfred: Alright. Hand it over to me.

Antfred takes the bouquet from the courier guy and bids him adeu.

elegANT: Who was it Antfred.

Antfred: He was our courier guy. Brought us some flowers and a letter.

elegANT: Great! A new year gift! What does it say?

Antfred: I’ll open it.

Antfred opens the letter. “This letter is from……Veejay?!” He drops the flowers in his hand and starts backing up all the ants from the bouquet.

elegANT: What happened? Why are you so afraid, Antfred?

Antfred: Sir, this is from Veejay. Let me call the Bomb Squad. I am sure this bouquet has a time bomb ticking in it somewhere.

elegANT: You sure don’t believe that Veejay would pull such treachery on us.

Antfred: They way he’s been attacking you lately; I wouldn’t put it past him.

elegANT: Don’t be afraid. I am sure he’s professional enough to leave all of that inside the ring. Open that letter.

elegANT picks up the bouquet while Antfred opens the letter and starts reading.

elegANT, Veejay here. I know it would seem odd to you that I’ve sent you flowers. I mean I sending you flowers? Anyway, my letter writing skills aren’t all that great but that’s alright. First of all, a very happy new year! I would like to formally invite you to the New Year Bash at my mansion in Mumbai. I also want to apologize to you for what I’ve done lately, and I’d like to do that in person. Hopefully, you’ll come and be part of this massive party here in my hometown.

elegANT: Hmm. Impressive. Prepare for the trip. We’re going to Veejay’s new year party!

Antfred: Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think you should go there. You don’t know what he’ll do next.

elegANT: You are right. We don’t know what he’ll do next. So, there’s only one way to find out. Prepare for our departure. I’ve never seen India before, so that’s another thing I’ll like to do.

Antfred: As you wish sir. But I must warn you.

elegANT: I’ll be alright, Antfred. Come with me. It’ll be great fun!


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Late night: December 31

It’s Veejay’s mansion. The whole mansion is lit up and sparkling with all kinds of lights. A lot of people can be seen. All are having their own conversations with each other. elegANT enters the mansion with Antfred. He looks around and seems very impressed with the place and the setting.

Antfred: Do you think this place is bigger than ours?

elegANT: What does it matter? Where is our host?

He keeps looking around but doesn’t see Veejay. He sees a plethora of Bollywood stars around him. Ruk Ruk Khan passes by him, giving him a strange look. He finds himself a bit out of place.

Antfred: Sir, are you nervous?

elegANT: No, no! I am fine. Just trying to absorb this atmosphere. I have hosted so many events and parties back home, but this seems….different.

As he’s looking around, trying to find a place for himself, he sees Leon Kensworth. Finally seeing a familiar face, he approaches him.

elegANT: Mr. Kensworth! What a surprise! I didn’t know you were here. Are there other WZCW staff and colleagues here?

Leon: Good to see you mr. elegANT. I haven’t seen anyone except you. I don’t know if others are invited.

elegANT: How come you are here then?

Leon: That’s a long story. I’ll tell you when we have more time. Meanwhile, enjoy the party! I’ve never seen so many people in the same room!

They are almost screaming as music blares through the speakers inside the hall. It’s almost inaudible through the loud music. Few are dancing on the makeshift dance floor while others are enjoying their drinks. One of the waiters brings drinks to elegANT, Leon and Antfred, but they refuse. DJ is egging everyone on to join the dance floor. Suddenly, a few girls draw Leon and Antfred away to the dance floor. elegANT seems lost as he can’t find anyone familiar in dimmed light and loud music. He sees a lot of unfamiliar faces. All of a sudden the all the lights go out and music stops playing. A voice comes through the mic from above.

Dilip: Mic test 1, 2, 4. 1, 2, 4. Is the mic leaking? Where’s 3? *Everyone laughs* Bad jokes apart, welcome to the biggest New Year party of the Universe! We are now 10 minutes away from the New Year. So enjoy!

The lights come back on as the party resumes. Everyone seems to have a great time. Meanwhile, a lady approaches elegANT.

Lady: Please follow me.

elegANT: Where?

She starts walking away. Curious, elegANT follows her. They leave the hall where the party is and enter a corridor. They walk past quite a few closed doors. elegANT looks around all the paintings and beautiful artifacts in the corridor. They reach a closed door that is opened by the lady. She signals for elegANT to walk in the door. As he walks in, she closes the door behind. Inside, the room has a very old-school feeling. elegANT sees Veejay in front of him, his back facing him. Veejay is staring at an old man’s painting in front of him.

elegANT: Ahem. I hope I am not disturbing.

Veejay: Nah, I called you in. I wanted to see you in private. *pointing at the painting* Do you know who this is?

elegANT: Umm..No.

Veejay: Neither do I. All the time it has been here and I don’t even know this man. May be I should get it removed. What do you say?

elegANT: I don’t know. It’s a very elegant painting though.

Veejay: Hmm. *thinks for a moment* Nah. I am going to remove it. But I’ll get to it later. Have a seat.

elegANT sits on the sofa. Veejay takes the couch across the sofa.

Veejay: Make yourself comfortable.

elegANT: Around you, I can’t be comfortable.

Veejay: Yeah, yeah. I understand. I want to apologize to you.

elegANT: It’s alright, Mr. Veejay. While I don’t appreciate your attacks on me, I hope that we can move on and be the gentlemen that we are.

Veejay: You don’t understand. I am not apologizing for attacking you. I am apologizing for not being able to talk some sense into you.

elegANT: What do you mean?

Veejay: Yes, I attacked you, not because I hate you, but to show you that might is right. I wanted to show you that people like ….what’s his name…. yes El Califa Dragon can’t protect you from me. You have the power to be someone better, someone more. All you have to do is join hands with me.

elegANT: I don’t understand. I thought you have already given up on that idea.

Veejay: I haven’t. I don’t want to see you go down like all others who have tried to stand up to me. I see something special in you.

elegANT: Care to elaborate? I am not able to understand where you’re going with this Mr Veejay.

Veejay: I’ll explain. First, let’s have dinner. Ohh. And we missed the New Year bash. We had confetti and all. It must’ve been beautiful. Anyway, this is more important.

Veejay and ElegANT walk towards the dining hall. It’s a huge dining table that can seat probably 10 to 12 people. They take the opposite sides of the table. The table is already laid down with all kinds of food items, most of them Indian delicacies. They start having their food.

Veejay: How’s the food?

elegANT: Delicious! Never had Indian food before.

Veejay: So, what do you think about my proposal?

elegANT: I have to ask now. Why do you want me to join you? Why, of all people, you want me?

Veejay: Well, I think you’ve earned the right to know. Let’s finish our dinner first.

They finish the dinner quietly. Veejay takes elegANT to the terrace of his mansion. The sky is full of firecrackers and light as Mumbai celebrates the New Year. It’s a beautiful sky.

Veejay: See these lights. Isn’t it glorious?

elegANT: It sure is.

Veejay: Don’t you want to be part of glory?

elegANT: What do you mean?

Veejay: I see you and I see myself, only less powerful. I see a man who could be much more than he is. You have wealth. You have people at your disposal. But you don’t know how to use all that power. I want to teach you what true power means. You and your act of benevolence mean nothing to people. *points out a young boy on the street* You see that boy? Do you know what he sees when he sees this mansion? He sees his dreams. He wants to be in my place. And given a chance, he would not finch from taking it away from me.

elegANT: And how does it relate to me?

Veejay: You are same as me. People may seem nice to you, but all they really care about is themselves. They flock you, revere you, speak highly of you not because you are good, but because they can use you to achieve their means.

elegANT: Surely you can’t be that cynical Mr. Veejay. Is that what you think of this world?

Veejay: I don’t think that, I know that for a fact. Think about it. What did Dragon do to save you when I attacked you? Nothing. And here you go teaming with him. I mean is that even a team? A dragon and an ant? Really? But all of that can change. Your life can change for better.

elegANT: I have a very good life if you don’t know. I have loyal friends. I have people who I care for. I have everything I need.

Veejay: Do you? I bet that these people who you think care for you would turn their backs as soon as they find you’re weak. They’ll not care what you believe and what you care for. Your ants will abandon you when you’re in a dire situation. I want you to understand that.

elegANT: I disagree. There’s more to humanity and ants than you think. We don’t abandon our people. We stick by them. It seems you know nothing about ants.

Veejay: And it seems you know nothing about power. All that you see is your people. What you don’t see is these people drag you down. You don’t need them. Join me and allow me to show you the true colors of these people.

elegANT: Unlike you Mr Veejay, I have faith. I believe that world is a good place to live in. And true power lies with these people. I must bid you adieu now. I have to head back home and celebrate the New Year with my people.

Veejay shakes his head in disbelief as elegANT leaves. He draws his phone and calls Dilip.

Veejay: Where are you?

Dilip: I am getting the mess of this party cleaned up. Your Bollywood friends are complete idiots, you know!?

Veejay: Did you do what I told you?

Dilip: Haven’t I always? *his phone beeps* There’s a call for you. Come down and take it.
Veejay goes down where Dilip is standing with his phone in his hand. Veejay takes the phone from him and puts it on his ear.

Veejay: Hello.

Slaughter: Come to my lair. Serafina wants me to talk to you.

Veejay: Dorian? First you did not come on my invitation, and now you want me to come down to your place to talk to you? Is this a game?

Slaughter: I don’t care for your glitz and glory. But she wants us to get together before we go into our match.

Veejay: I could care less about whose payroll you’re on. All I care about is crushing that ant under my feet.

Slaughter: And so shall we. She wants you here. We shall not waste any time.

Veejay: I am on my way.

Veejay hangs up, seemingly seething.

Veejay: That dumb twat! If I didn’t have to team up with him… Dilip, complete all your preparations. I am going to see this Serafina and her lapdog. But before I leave, bring me some ice-cream.

Dilip leaves as it fades to black.

 

[Ty Burna]

El Califa: The Armada has been born. El Califa and Matt Tastic formed it to combat the heavy handedness of the General Managers and the influence of the Elite. No longer will those that work in underhandedness have the upper advantage over us! The People have spoken, and they have risen to their cause. The Demon of Chaos and his protege felt their power, and know that this war is no longer a matter of numbers, it's a matter of willpower and attrition. El Califa will do everything he can to ensure that we fight at equal terms, to prove who the best truly is. El campeón y el Dragón se levantarán a la cima! (The Champion and the Dragon shall rise to the top!)

The scene opens to inside El Califa's study, which appears to be the aftermath of a big party. El Califa sits at his desk, his feet up as he leans his head back, placing his hands on his head as he groans in pain. He brings his head up slowly, reaching for the bottle of water on the desk. As he brings the water up he drinks heavily from it, almost emptying it in one drink.

El Califa: These young bucks....El Califa cannot keep up with their partying.

He stands up from the chair, peering out the window to the dark sky. The sun can be seen slowly creeping up on the horizon, scattering the darkness away as Califa takes a deep breath.

El Califa: To have purpose again, to have a goal, this is what El Califa needed.

Just then a knock comes at the door, and Califa turns his head, tilting it slightly as he wonders who could be knocking at this time in the morning.

El Califa: Yes? Who is there?

A voice calls out from behind the door, a familiar voice as El Califa's curiosity hightens.

El Califa: Toni? How did you find my place?

The door opens slowly as El Califa walks up to it, ready to embrace his friend but it's clear that the voice was false as soon a familiar white robed woman walks in, her violet eyes shining through the shadows of her hood. El Califa immediately raises his hands up. Serafina, the Mistress of Chaos. Where she went, so too followed the Demon.

El Califa: Mujer del diablo ! No eres bienvenido en mi casa! (Devil woman! You are not welcome in my home!)

Serafina remains silent, but looks around at the mess in the study. A sinister laughter emits from her as she turns back to El Califa, her violet eyes still shining as she holds her hands to her side.

Serafina: You celebrate so soon El Califa. Has our dealings in the past taught you nothing? You stand against the growing tide of Chaos once more, though if I recall you nearly lost everything the last time you did so. Accept your fate, and bow down from this fight. I give you only this one opportunity from the Harbinger.

El Califa: El Califa will never back down! This is a fight that he has chosen. He will not stand idly by while the Elite and the corruption they have spread leads to the darker days. He still has unfinished business with the Demon of Chaos. The Armada has risen vile woman, and it shall ensure Matt Tastic's victory over Ty Burna. The tides have turned against you all, and we shall ride this wave until you are no more.

Serafina: The Gods find that humorous El Califa. What do the strength of peons matter to the power of a god? He shall wipe you all off the face of this Earth, and his protege Dorian Slaughter will ensure your destruction.

Serafina walks up to Califa, her eyes looking right towards his face, tilting her head in a mocking way as Califa can just barely make out a smile underneath her hood.

Serafina: Funny, you remind me of someone.

El Califa: He is the one that will see to the return of Order.

Serafina: I must be mistaken, all I see is a man hiding his fear and trembling behind a mask. I have been personally taken to guiding young Slaughter to becoming the next great Apostle, and you shall not stand in my way of achieving that Califa.

El Califa: Enough! Though he may have the guidance of you and the Demon, he is no match for the skill of El Califa and the Armada!

A giggle, an unnerving giggle escapes the muse of Ty Burna as she skips backwards a bit. She puts her hands behind her back, slowly removing her hood as it reveals her features, her long black hair falling down as Califa studies her face for the first time. His head tilts, and his voice filled with confusion.

El Califa: It's you.....you are the one that saved and took care of me.

Serafina: Drake Callahan was right to be wary of you. Who knew such anger grew in such a caring heart? But lo, you could not save me when it mattered most could you Califa? You let the darkness take me back.

Califa drops to one knee, his head spinning just like it had during that tumultuous time. How could this be?

El Califa: He....he tried his best to save you.

Serafina: And your best wasn't good enough Califa. You failed me. You failed to save me, and because of that, I now find myself leading a man hell bent on destroying you. This is all your doing, this is your fault. And now the consequences of your failure shall be very apparent.

Serafina slowly walks over to Califa, pulling her hood back over her head and concealing her face. She holds her hand out to him, his head tilted still as he looks up at her.

Serafina: You once worked alongside the Harbinger to rid WZCW of Dr. Zeus and his Horsemen, join us once again Califa! Together we can take control of WZCW and rule with an iron fist. Chaos opens its arms to you once more, now is your opportunity.

Califa stares at her hand for a moment before looking up at her eyes. He lowers his head once more as he contemplates the offer. Slowly he reaches up for her hand and a faint smile can be seen forming on Serafina's face but Califa suddenly slaps her hand away, standing up straight and crossing his arms.

El Califa: He does not need the influence of corruption to prove himself! He rid the world of Dr. Zeus for what he had done, and he will do the same to you and your Demons! He carries the blood of an Aztec Warrior in his veins, and the strength of an entire tribe in him.. Nothing you can offer me will ever be as strong as my ancestors' pride!

The faint smile disappears as Serafina slowly withdraws her hand away from Califa. She lowers her head slightly and shakes it, the giggling coming back as it seems to echo throughout the study.

Serafina: That's a shame Califa. You and Dorian would have made a great team. Instead, we shall see to it that you now accept the punishment forthcoming to a failure such as yourself. Starting right now!

Suddenly Califa is lifted into the air and driven through the desk behind him by no other than Dorian Slaughter! The heavy desk cracks in to and splinters all around Califa as he lies in pain, bottles on the desk having crashed underneath him and shattered. Dorian stands over Califa and studies the mask of the Dragon Luchador, and begins slowly reaching for it.

Serafina: Not yet Dorian.

Dorian stops and turns towards Serafina, a sick look of satisfaction on his face as he kneels down in front of her. Serafina places her hand on his head as she looks over his shoulder at the broken body of Califa.

Serafina: We do it when the time is right. This is just the first part of our revenge from the Armada's attack. We finish the job at Meltdown. Chaos shall reign over this Armada, and they will falter just as El Califa has! Thus it is written, so it shall come to pass!

The lights go out just before several members of the Armada come rushing in. As the lights come back on, the Armada members see El Califa and rush to his side as they all yell worringly in Spanish. They slowly help Califa up and he soon slumps against his compatriots. The camera zooms in on Califa's face, blood cascading down from under his mask as the scene slowly fades to black.

 

[Thriller Ant]

Hello, Leon Kensworth here. Ascension 87 has come to an end, but I am heading toward the trainer’s room to try and get an update on the condition of elegANT.

He arrives at a door marked “TRAINER” and knocks twice before heading in. Sitting on an examination table with a large ice pack around his neck is elegANT. As soon as he notices Leon, elegANT greets him cheerfully.

Mr. Leon Kensworth, what a lovely surprise! What brings you down here?

Leon seems a bit surprised by the question.

Well, I’m here to check on you. It wasn’t exactly smooth sailing out there for you tonight.

There’s no sailing at all, Leon, as I am deathly afraid of open water. I do understand what you mean, though, and I do thank you for checking in. The joint where my head and thorax connect is hurting, but mostly I am suffering from hurt feelings. I am saddened that I let El Califa down after he showed me a wonderful time at the discothèque, but Veejay’s attack is what troubles me. I thought I had been nothing but kind to everyone since I arrived in WZCW.

To be honest, elegANT, I think that’s why Veejay has such an issue with you. He thinks that all wealthy people should treat people like he does.

I must say, that reasoning would be quite outrageous if it were the case. I’m not usually one to suggest this, especially in my current condition, but if Veejay cannot be swayed by logic, I will go at him with fisticuffs instead.

Leon nearly jumps out of his seat at this.

That sounds so unlike you. I’ve never thought of you as someone to turn to violence, elegANT.

I believe benevolence is almost always the answer. I’ve lived my whole life that way and think it has served me well thus far. It’s never ideal, Leon, but I am a wrestler now, and sometimes I need to act like it. Wins and losses are one thing, but I am not a pushover. I will fight back when someone has chosen to target me.

The trainer returns to the room and gives Leon and the cameraman a look indicating that he wants them to leave.

I should be moving on. Take care of yourself, elegANT, and I’ll see you soon.

The two men shake hands and the scene fades to black.