We open in complete darkness. There is not a single shard of light to be seen and it remains this way for a few moments. Beethovens Moonlight Sonata can be heard, very softly playing in the background. It begins to get louder as the darkness begins to peel away. We can see a figure in the darkness. It appears to be sat in a chair of some sorts. The music increases in volume again as the darkness finally disappears and we can finally see the figure in all its glory. It is The Elite, Steven Holmes. Holmes is sat in a grand old armchair. He has in his left hand a book, and in his other, a glass of wine. He appears to be sat in his own private study or library. Holmes takes a sip of wine whilst reading the book. He puts the glass aside and closes the book as he looks up for the first time. Beethoven dies down as Holmes prepares to speak.
Holmes: A good evening to all, and welcome to yet another internet video. Those of you watching this will of course be viewing not through WZCW.com, which I am banned from using, but a variety of other mediums. You see, Vance Bateman and the WZCW board of directors have banned me from using WZCW.com due to my harsh and unprofessional comments. I, a dignified visionary am barred from using it, and yet, monsters like Sam Smith are able to call on it on a whim if they so desire. Pathetic indeed. This video is designed to highlight my struggle and quest. Its designed to showcase a tale of Shakespearean proportions. And most important of all, its designed to point out the obvious.
Holmes pauses, taking his glass and taking a sip out of it. He continues.
Holmes: You see, weeks ago when I declared that WZCWs fans were bloodthirsty and barbaric, everyone thought I was a madman and a fool. They believed I was attempting to dupe everyone, but I saw beyond the mere glitz and glamour that WZCW has, and I showed everyone the ugly side of WZCW. I showed everyone that there is barbarism within this company, and I scared the people into realising that. Now comes the first true test of that. Unscripted is an interactive pay per view. Its meant to allow the fans to be closer to the action and help them decide the fate of the wrestlers who compete. In my match, the third, and final, fall is to be decided between a last man standing match, a stretcher match and a falls count anywhere match.
Holmes nods and contemplates these choices for a moment.
Holmes: They are three violent and disgusting match types and three matches I would rather not associate myself with. They are crude to say the least and I would normally hate to be in any of those matches. However, these are not regular circumstances and as such I wish to see if the public have woken up and smelt to coffee as it were. So I will give my backing to the falls count anywhere match. This is the match I hope you will vote for. I do however recognise that there is still a large contingent of ignorant fools who still believe that Sam Smith is cool because hes violent, vicious and damn near psychotic. That is not only scary, but wrong in every sense of the word. You people will be the ones I look to open the eyes of come Unscripted and it seems that Sam Smith must be made an example of once again. I will avenge his brother, John Constantine, the poor man who he murdered and anyone else who has been hurt by him in any way shape or form.
Holmes takes his glass from the side and takes a sip of wine. He puts it back once more.
Holmes: Avenging of course insinuates that I will be retaliating against Smith, but the fact of the matter is, it wont just be against Smith, but the entire culture of blood, gore and unnecessary violence within WZCW. For the past year and a half, I have worked within WZCW, trying to better it. At first I thought my mere presence alone would turn the company around. I was young and naive and didnt realise that the people out there and within the company would be so thick skulled. I realised that help would be needed and thats when The Crashin Movement was formed.
Ultimately though, our plans fell short of the mark, despite our temporary cure for Mayhem. I knew that Crashin and Kurtesy were only weighing me down and I had to be rid of them. After the dust had settled on those affairs, it was time for me to chase my dream and become Elite X champion, but also, lead the ignorant masses to the Promised Land. Killing two birds with one stone as the popular phrase goes. That comes full circle come Unscripted. The event where the fans themselves decide what should happen. Its a fitting place for the finale. Truly, I am a genius to have thought of that.
Holmes takes a pause to admire himself, like the narcissist he is. He once more drinks from his glass, finishing it off and casting it aside one final time. He speaks once more.
Holmes: Now, by this point, youve probably noted that I am sat in a library. To be more specific, it is my own library. In this place, I sit and study the world that surrounds us and the creatures that inhabit it. It is also where I have discovered a tale of epic proportions. Its an odyssey Homer himself would be proud of. This story is indeed dramatic, it is indeed powerful and it is indeed frightening. The most important thing to note about this story however is that it is true. This is a story about two brothers. One consumed by great hatred and envy, the other great guilt and rage. This is about a family who bore the name of Smith and had two sons. One named Sam, the other Scott.
Holmes grins as he turns his attention to the book he has been holding since the start. He returns it to its first page, clears his throat and begins to read it.
Holmes: Many years ago, the brothers Smith, Sam and Scott, were born. Both were intelligent. Both were handsome. Both excelled in their own respective studies and careers. But only one was deemed good enough to bear the Smith name. Sam Smith was the chosen child of the family and as such was spoilt as if he were a prince. He had praise showered upon him at every turn and he always came first in the eyes of his family. Scott, despite being remarkably like his brother, was always held back. He was always looked down as a second class citizen in his own home. He was cursed to live forever in his own brothers shadow.
Holmes turns the page.
Holmes: Sam of course received a brilliant and well paid profession. He was a prosecutor... much like his own brother. Together the pair enjoyed numerous successes. One could say they grew closer together. Sam and Scott however were not always together and without his brothers guidance, Sam became more and more sinister. The already oversized ego his parents had inflated grew as he became more successful. Sam was still applauded for his success while his brother was forced to sulk in the shadows. Scott prayed that his brother would snap out of his obsession for greed. Little did he know what he had started.
Holmes turns the page. He continues.
Holmes: Perhaps it was divine. Perhaps it was always going to happen. Whatever the case, Sam set himself up for an incredible fall. He managed to get a man, nay, a boy, sent to death. This would normally not be a problem for the cool Sam, but he slowly realised this was an innocent person who he had, for all intents and purposes, just murdered. He had his wealth and even a spot of fame, but he was destroyed inside. He fell into a downward spiral, before crawling back to his brother months later. Scott thanked the heavens that his brother knew the error of his ways. Scott helped his brother back to health, but it was not Scott who was rewarded for his kind actions, but Sam who was appreciated all the more for overcoming his demons. This was the breaking point for Scott.
Holmes once more turns the page before resuming.
Holmes: Resentful and bitter, Scott begged for someone, anyone to smite his brother. This man he had once loved was no longer someone he considered a brother, but someone he considered an enemy. Scotts prayers were not answered for some time. This was until an elitist stepped into frame. He seemed to know how to press all of Sams buttons. This man had as much to gain from Sams demise as Scott. Their forces together, they sent Sam down the path of self-loathing and rage. They had the sword at Sams throat. It was now time to reveal their true intentions. This was to be a fatal mistake for Scott however. The elitist was prepared for the rage of Sam and escaped while he had the chance. Scott though was annihilated. However, this story does not end there...
Holmes smirks devilishly and he slams the book to a close. He looks up, and waves the book from side to side.
Holmes: The ending has yet to be written. It is up to the author to craft that ending, and the author just so happens to be me. For you see, I am the master of my own destiny. I know that this book ends with Sam Smith being vanquished once and for all as the elitist stands tall. I am the architect of this tale and it will become a reality in a matter of days. Ive been waiting for it, anticipating it for months now. It matters not that Sam has a new found aggression. It matters not that he has a dark side. I was prepared for it. I take all of the equation into consideration when calculating my moves and I saw that this was a possibility. I saw that this was possible and likely as Smith became more and more desperate. He knows this is the final week of his championship reign and that I will seize what belongs to me.
Holmes puts the book to the side before continuing.
Holmes: I have clawed up the mountain and I can see the peak itself. It is within touching distance. Its almost unbearable having to wait until Sunday for me to end Smith and become champion. However, Ive waited this long, I can wait a little while longer. Its going to be glorious when it does happen though. It shall be magnificent, brilliant and spectacular all at the same time. You see, Smith has relied on good fortune to retain the championship. Hes discredited the belt with that and his draconian methods. Hes shown himself to be nothing but a pathetic villain in this grand scheme. He is an antagonist, but not a very convincing or entertaining one. My prize waits as does my prey. What happens on October 23rd may seem Unscripted, but in the end, its all a part of a grander plan.
Holmes s******s before chortling and then finally, cackling maniacally. He believes in himself and deep down knows hell take what belongs to him. The darkness from the beginning once more envelopes the screen as our scene draws to a close.
