The scene opens in one of the three lounges of The Hamilton Estate, situated just outside of London. Twenty-Four hours have passed since Sebastian Hamilton made an appearance on Friday Night Combat, wasn’t booked but he turned up anyway… It’s also been over a week since Sebastian Hamilton shut Kalvin Dayspring up when he attempted to make him look like a fool, in front of all those people in North Carolina… At this stage Sebastian is pacing in the aforementioned lounge, phone to his ear…
Sebastian Sorry, what do you mean he ain’t available? It’s two in the afternoon, the day after an edition of Combat! What’s Kalvin Dayspring doing at this early afternoon hour? Sipping a bloody Chai Latte with Amir Yusuf or Andre Cash? Yeah, well as soon as he grows some balls to come out from under his desk you tell him Sebastian Hamilton wants a word yeah? Thank you very much sweetheart. Ciao.
Sebastian presses the hang up button on his mobile phone and heads straight down the corridor towards the kitchen where a man is sitting with a cup of coffee, dressed in what appears to be a working weekday suit, an overcoat hangs on the back of the door.
Sebastian Detective Inspector Ross, I’d say that this is a surprise but you’ve got a habit of showing up in places you’re not wanted haven’t you? Jameson made you a coffee I see.
Sebastian smirks at the police officer, as he opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of Evian, cracking open the lid and chugging some of the ice cold water back.
DI Ross Sebastian still with the jokes… Yes he has and it’s just as good as the first time he made me one. How you been?
Sebastian I’ve been really well, thank you for asking…
DI Ross Good to hear and your brothers??
Sebastian Yeah, we’re just very tired after being in the Carolinas recently. What do I owe the pleasure, Ross?
DI Ross Did you bump into Frankie the Fox in the pub last week?
Sebastian I did…
DI Ross Did you tell Frankie that if you saw him again, you’d put him in the deep?
Sebastian I did, why?
DI Ross His body was found in the Thames last night…
Sebastian sits down slowly, taking another swig of water before looking DI Ross in the eyes.
Sebastian Are you joking? Someone’s killed Frankie? Well, me and my brothers weren’t involved. We've just got back into England and I’m getting ready to fly out again next week.
DI Ross No, I’m not joking and I don’t think any of you Hamilton boys were involved either… But if you do hear anything?
Sebastian I’m not a grass, Ross…
DI Ross Look, Sebastian… If someone’s knocking off members of the Holloway lot, it stands to reason there’s something not so good behind it. I’m just asking for a little courtesy shout.
Sebastian Courtesy? For what exactly, Ross? Looking the other way when I brought home cheap smokes from France? Or cheap girls?
DI Ross Because you’re my cousin, you twat!
Sebastian winks as DI Ross stands and kicks him in the ankle, Hamilton kicks him back as he places his coffee cup onto the draining board.
Sebastian I’m joking mate, if I hear anything I’ll let you know… But you realise I’m so out of the loop these days right?
DI Ross Don't lie to me, Seb. I’m still old Bill you know?
DI Ross touches his nose and makes his way out of the house as Sebastian sits back in his chair laughing, rolling his bottle between his fingers and palm. He leans back in the chair more and looks onto the table spotting a matchbook from a local nightclub, “The Juggernaut.” Sebastian picks it up and rolls it around his fingers.
Sebastian This past edition of IIW Combat, I believe I made myself very, very clear but Kalvin Dayspring doesn’t seem to want to know. Kalvin Dayspring tried to change the rules and I’m definitely not having it… Kalvin Dayspring attempted to ambush me, attempted to weaken me and for that, his actions will be heard in The Court! So he wouldn’t give me a Global Title shot against Caleb Scott and hell, he wouldn’t even give me a shot at TJ Alexander and the Television Championship… But he did finally relent and give me a shot at the, relatively new, IIW Uprising Champ, Cyrus Youngblood…
Kal has graciously allowed me to challenge Cyrus Youngblood, in a winner take all match with both his Uprising Championship on the line, as well as my Hardcore Title… That works for me because Kalvin knows I'm very much a collector of all things shiny… First I started with the IIW Hardcore Championship, now I move on to the IIW Uprising belt and the man holding it, Mr. Cyrus Youngblood. Cyrus I’m trying really hard to figure you out mate because despite sounding like you’ve dropped straight out of a novel by JK Rowling or Veronica Roth you are definitely not a bloke to be trifled with, are ya? You my friend are someone who’s very familiar with the dark arts of the Wrestling world and you’re also familiar with the dark arts in general but something else, that you are Cyrus is a false prophet.
You see I’ve been studying you, since you first arrived here in IIW, you and Eden and I’ve watched you both very closely… From your impressive debut against Eddie Charisma to your equally impressive Uprising Title match against Iron Wolf as well as Eden’s match against a member of The Nightmare Court, Shante Waverley and whilst she wasn’t successful herself I’ve already seen her desire is as strong as yours. But whilst your hunger and talent can’t and won’t go unnoticed, Cyrus there is one thing that appears to seep through stronger than both, so much so that it feels a little bit put on if I’m honest fella and that’s your devotion to God. Your devotion to your faith, all this our father bollocks.
Yes. I went there early.
Sebastian shunts the chair forward, still holding on to the matchbook and stands up. He opens the back door to the Hamilton yard with acres of land, horse stables, chickens and anything else you could imagine. He pulls a small tin from the pocket of the suit trousers he's wearing, opens it up and pulls out a cigarette which he places between his teeth. Sebastian strikes a match from the matchbook, tucking his fingers into his palm to keep it lit and holds it onto the Cherry of the cigarette before shaking the match off until it dies and dropping it into a bucket by the door.
Sebastian I mean let me ask you Cyrus, what incident when you were younger caused you to turn to God? Everybody’s got an origin story mate I’m just wondering what yours was, family culture or something more…? Doesn’t really matter though does it sunshine because the crux of the argument is that for all your workshopping, for all your prayers and for all your belief… The big man upstairs isn’t going to stop you getting your arse beat and that Uprising Championship taken away from you…. Is he? He isn’t going to come and smite me no matter how much effort you’re putting into following him…
Do you get comfort from believing the Lord can save you, Cyrus? If not, why do you hide behind it like most charlatans? Why do you lock yourself away behind this pretence of being some sort of “second coming” of the Messiah? I’m sure that’s what you tell people, isn’t it? Well in the immortal paraphrased words of the legendary Monty Python… You’re not the Messiah, you’re a very naughty boy, Cyrus. You know, there’s a very clear difference between you and I son… You see, you like to believe you’re the second coming of the Messiah when in actuality you haven’t a clue about what you speak, whereas I truly know I’m the arrival of something so evil, even Beelzebub quaked in his hoof-shaped boots…
You know the word Messiah literally means anointed I take it? Meaning quite literally anybody who has been baptised at the altar of Christ is considered a Messiah in the traditional Hebrew text… So really Cyrus mate, you’re no different to anyone else claiming to be The Almighty. You claim to have been sent here in order to, what did you say fella? End the sinful ways of humanity itself? One of the biggest sins, Cyrus… One of the biggest perversions there is within religion is pretending to be someone or something you’re not…
“And He said, ‘See to it that you are not misled; for many will come in My name, saying, ‘I am He,’ and, ‘The time is near.’ Do not go after them.” - Luke 21:8…
So you see Cyrus, I too am brushed up on my Scripture, I too can make the sign of the cross and act holier than thou, giving an air of superiority and projecting it toward my opponents… I could, but I don’t need to.”
Sebastian takes a drag of his cigarette and walks off, away from the house and out onto the many acres of grassland that surround his property, he looks off at the fields and hills.
Sebastian Ultimately fella, what I’m telling you is that I don’t care just how “venerated” or “sanctified” you believe yourself to be, someone’s always the best until better comes along. Of course I’m not going to say someone must be watching over you, because I don’t want to take away from what talent you do have, I mean you don’t win the IIW Uprising Title on faith alone… You also don’t become a multiple title holder in multiple other promotions due to your religious upbringing either.
But understand something Cyrus, when you’re me you don’t need something like faux worship or a literal holier than thou attitude because people will either respect you or fear you but in either case they will flock to see you… You’re standing there holding up that Uprising Title with your delusions of grandeur, whilst I’m here setting up another rung to hang my next Championship, safe in the knowledge that I simply am an evil bastard and I’d sell my own mother for a Horse… Do you understand me, sunshine? You’re defending that belt against someone who has absolutely nothing to lose but a lot of fun to have in taking it off of you.
I recall you claiming not to care about the belt which you hold now too, Cyrus… Is that still a view which you hold? A belief you still stand by? Then perhaps someone is watching over you fella, because praise be to the Heavens, Sebastian Hamilton has been sent to rid you of that awful weight holding you down… With the IIW Uprising Championship comes sin, Cyrus Youngblood, comes depravity and shame! You really don’t need that on your conscience, so allow me to remove it from you, before your troubles become unavoidable…
I’m gonna do it anyway…
No matter how you look at it, Cyrus, that belt will be coming back with me and you may just end up being the person with the shortest ever Uprising Title reign since the belts inception...
Sebastian shrugs, then takes another draw on the cigarette, before walking off toward the stables as the scene begins to fade into complete darkness.