06-02-2015, 02:35 AM
| FLASHBACK Bad Medicine- DMX-Factor vs Trax vs Buddy aftermath "Mr Dominance" Trax pins the man known simply as Buddy to win the triple threat match. Still visibly frustrated despite the match outcome Trax begins to vent by laying a post-match beatdown on both the fallen DMX and Buddy.The bell rings repeatedly, but as referees rush the ring, Trax turns on them, letting loose frustrations, until a man jumps over the barricade with a short length of chain trailing from his fist is a man wearing a black tank top and black hooded vest. The man eludes security, slipping in under the bottom rope and ducking a swing from Trax, running off of the far side ropes and connecting with a loaded superman punch that was thrown with such force the man throwing it goes to the ground! Trax drops to the ground, bleeding from the forehead and holding his head as the man nips up to his feet, the hood falling to reveal Ryan Hunter! The crowd is going nuts as Ryan is yelling all sorts of things at Trax as he looks bewildered and has been subdued by the referees. Ryan flings a drumstick at him before Security pulls him back, and he turns his attention to his fallen friend, DMX |
I demand to see the owner of this bullshit company!
Few moments after.
Trax is in the backstage medic area at Bad Medicine, sitting up right on a medical bed still in his wrestling gear getting the gash on his head stitched up by XWF docs. The rapid stomach retractions indicate he's breathing quite heavily. "Mr F'n Dominance" is seeing red, and its not because of the dried blood on his face, he is unmistakably pissed off. The doctor seeing to him is finishing off the last of the stitching when Trax begins to growl like an animal and push and wave the medic away from him.
Would you fucking quit it!? I'm fine. Someone get me the boss already.
Trax starts staring down a couple of the backstage workers nearby and understandably a few of them scurry away like rats. Trax gets to his feet just as the new President of Talent Relations, Jumping Jack Jupiter, comes onto the scene.He sees Trax and smiles making his way towards him, as he approaches Trax he extends a hand out for Mr Dominance to shake, Trax simply stares with an annoyed glance looking the President of TR up and down before finally omitting the ever courteous words...
Who the fuck are you?
Jumping Jack Jupiters smile fades and he lowers his hand.
Jumping Jack Jupiter! President of Talent Relations! I hear you've been kicking up a storm here backstage asking to speak to Mr. MacClay. He's busy so any inquires or grievances you may have will be looked at by me, yours truly, Triple J!
Triple J starts doing Jumping Jacks as Trax looks on, clearly not amused or willing to humor Triple J by following suit.
What the fuck are you doing son !? Stop that!
Triple J stops.
Whats the problem Mr Trax?
My problem should be obvious. I went into my match tonight expecting a certain stipulation to be placed, and certain opponents.Instead I find out mere moments before my match that the stipulation has been scrapped making the match a standard triple threat and one of my original intended opponents, the man who was the catalyst for the match being booked in the first place...wasn't even in the match! I demand an explanation.
Ah... this is about Swagmire, Mr Trax...Swagmire breached his contract due to acts of gross misconduct and....
Gross misconduct? Bullshit. This is XWF! I thought this is the place anything goes, nothing is off limits! You pulled Swagmire from the match because of a few racial comments he spewed? Thats been his gimmick if I'm not mistaken since he's appeared here in XWF. If it was such a problem, him and several other members of the XWF wouldn't be here. Don't give me that "gross misconduct" bullshit. Don't you dare insult my intelligence like that again. You think me of a fool? I wanted Swagmires head on a stick and management took that away from me, you guys, you're fucking with me aren't you!?
Mr Trax I assure you nobody is "fucking with you"
Could've fooled me "Triple J"... you go and tell Mr MacClay this...anyone who ever attempts to fuck me over, whether it be a member of management or someone of the active wrestling roster, will pay for it dearly. See I've been screwed over and fucked with by corrupt management in the past, I have..trust issues with authoritative figures to say the least. The changing around of my match tonight, it gave me bad memories. Memories that make me angry. You don't want to make me angry now do you?
Of course not.
Trax steps up the Triple so close their noses are practically touching, Trax is snarling, flexing his muscles. Triple J moves back slightly.
I didn't think so, you see even when I'm in a calm state of mind, I'm dangerous.I'm a threat. But to those that inadvertently or foolishly deliberately manage to spark my rage? Bad things always befall those who-
You there! Trax!
Both Trax and Triple J turn to see two police officers approach them.
Yes officer?
You are under arrest for the abduction and prolonged torture of Alexander Sanders! You're coming with us.
Trax laughs as the second officer who was behind the one who just called for Trax's arrest places a pair of handcuffs on him.
Really? Look at all the abductions, rapes and even murders that happen under this companies name and you choose to arrest me. Hell our Universal Champion plotted his opponents assassination for the world to hear for fuck sake. You can't be serious.
You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of-
I know how it goes.Please just spare me. I'll cooperate fellas.
One of the officers grabs Traxs arm and begins to take him away. Trax looks back at Triple J with a devilish grin.
We will continue this chat another time, perhaps.
Trax gets carried away while Triple J just stands there in a state of shock, his finally shakes off the disbelief and begins his usual jumping jack routine on the spot as the scene fades.
A week later
Trax is sitting in a cell in a bright orange jumpsuit. He's on the cold granite floor his back against the wall staring up at the cells ceiling deep in thought,footsteps, and the sliding of a police baton against cell bars can be heard, getting louder and louder, zeroing in on Traxs location. Finally the maker of the noise reveals them self, a lone aging police officer, standing outside Traxs cell swinging the baton around. Trax continues to look up at the ceiling not acknowledging the mans presence.The man places his baton in its holder and takes out a rusty set of jail cell keys, inserting one of the keys in the door to Traxs cell and opening it. Traxs head finally turns to look at the officer.
Yes?
Looks like you have a guardian angel, bail came through, charges have been cleared.You're free to go.
As expected.
Trax stand up and follows the officer who closes the cell door behind him. A few minutes later, and Trax is outside the jailhouse in his street clothes and a duffle bag, where a black Cadillac limo with tinted windows awaits him beyond the entrance on the pavement. A chauffeur steps out the front and opens the back door for Trax and Trax steps inside and is met with the sight of a muscular framed tanned man in a suit topped off with Oakley shades sitting cross legged in the back of the car with a half empty bottle of root beer. The man is Paul Hunter, known in the wrestling world as "Extreme Machine" fellow former FCW wrestler and Hall of Famer, and Trax's best friend and ex-tag team partner.
Trax.
Paul.
Saving your ass again.
I had it covered.
Sure you did buddy, get in.
Trax gets in and closes the door behind him, the car then begins to move off.
So Trax, hear you're back in the game?
When do you ever know me to play games?
I've whopped your ass plenty of times on Call of Duty if I recall
Because you're a "camping noob" who doesn't play the game properly, lets cut to chase, why did you post my bail, as if to say I didn't have the money at hand, what do you want?
What? Can't get the urge to meet up and converse with my ol' FCW running partner?
Those days are over...unless...you're here to speak about being my XWF running partner?
Nah, "those days are over". What made you want to get back into it? Wrestling. I mean you've already done it all.
True, but theres nothing wrong with one wanting to test themselves once more and do it all again.
I hear ya...so you're hoping to get a run with the Universal Championship in the near future huh?
Of course.
Tell you what I'll strike a deal, when you eventually get a shot and win that belt, I'll lace my boots up once more one more time and challenge ya for it hows that sound?
You think I'd just give you a title shot when I'm champion...why would I do that?
Because I've beaten you twice, something which nobody else has ever done, and you've never beaten me. If anyone deserves a title shot against you other than whoever the former champion is it would be me.
Both men laugh.
I can't argue with that logic.
You've never been able to put up a good argument against me period.
Does your ass get jealous of the shit that comes out your mouth, I mean really.
Extreme Machine smiles and takes a sip of his beer.
Fancy hitting a bar and getting a couple of beers, on me, I think I owe you a couple of rounds from last time.
You do, but another time, drop me to the nearest airport I need to get home, I'll be making sure I'll have a match at the next Monday Night Madness, I have some business to take care of.
Whose the unlucky bastard?
Might be a related to you actually, his last name is...Hunter.
Ryan Hunter.
Its present day and Trax is sitting in a brown recliner chair in his luxurious mansions living room.
Ryan Hunter you have made possibly the biggest mistake of your miserable life, but before I go into that let me clear up some other business with your friend, DMX.
DMX I saw your promos for Monday Madness just gone, it seems you have a terrible condition which is detrimental to your physical health. You simply cannot keep my name from your fucking mouth, lets recap what you had to say shall we.
Trax grabs the remote sitting on the chair arm next to him and presses "play" causing a paused recording of one of DMXs promos last week to start on the large 60 inch TV on the wall facing Trax.
Quote:.... "So everyone's new hero, Trax, Mr. F'n Dominance, wins da match, basically by default, because things' got outta whack because of management, and Trax pinned a guy who wasn't even supposed to be in da damn match in da first place! But...but...here's dat punchline dat I alluded to. It wasn't Trax dat was left standing. It was da DMX-Factor! Yeah, I got a lil' help from my boi Ryan Hunter. Wat of it? Sometimes, people just need to know which paths to cross...and which "trax" to stay away from. Eventually, you'll get derailed. *forced laughter* Ha...HA HA...HAHAHAHAHAHA Ooooh, seriously, you guys don't think dat's funny?"
(The crowd again boos the Freestyla and he looks around at the stadium crowd. He also looks around at the stadium itself.)
DMX: "Y'know...I'm impressed. Da front office must be doin' very well to lead a four match card at a major NFL stadium on a Monday night. But i digress. Trax. As I said already, you won by default. I ain't mad at cha. Things shoulda went differently, but they didn't. So Ryan and I had to set da record straight: It's one thing to be an opportunist. It's another thing to basically say screw it and win a match by pinnin' a guy who had no business being in da ring. Swagmire got kicked out. Good for him, good for America, and good for us. Dat was da best thing dat could've happened to both of us in our first match, but you pinned da wrong fuckin' guy! If you really wanted to make a name for yourself, you shoulda pinned me. But you didn't. And now look at your record. You're undefeated wit an asterisk. Yeah, you won da match, but you didn't prove shit. You spent a week claimin' how you were gonna prove yourself and prove to da world dat you were gonna launch your XWF career in style, but you DIDN'T DO SHIT! So, in reality, you didn't win, and I didn't lose. Plain and simple. I gave you a novel just to prove a simple point. But Trax...even though you didn't accomplish anything, I sure as hell did. Remember dat fire dat I was gonna start? Well, things are heatin' up from every which way."
(DMX pulls a silver lighter from his pocket, opens the cap, and flicks on a flame, symbolizing the fire that he has mentioned.)
DMX: "I got you askin' for blood now. It seems dat it was me dat lit a fire under your ass and not da other way around. Now you want resolution. Now you have a target. Da only thing dat's wrong wit dis picture is you're targeting da wrong person. Sure. Ryan Hunter may have cold clocked you into next leap year, but callin' him out defeats da purpose of why you're here in da first place. He's not a champion here. He hasn't even had a match yet. You can't chase gold when you're out ghost hunting. I'll let dat sink in for a moment. If anything, you should be BEGGIN' me for another match, one wit an even playin' field. Then we can have our official first match. And once dat's all said and done, then and only then can you start beatin' on female game girls for their championship, which, by da way, Game Girl, dat was a helluva victory. Trax, you can even try your hand at da Federweight champi...oh, wait, you did. And you failed. I would say you could take a crack at daChampionship, but even wit his fear of heights, I think Scully could somehow give you a wet willy and somehow beat you. Or...OR...*points finger in the air* how 'bout dis...You, Trax, can wait your fuckin' turn just like everyone else, because as of Monday June 1st, you haven't done shit! Now let me show you how a true in ring competitor does work when I take on..."
Trax pauses the recording.
Thats enough, I don't want to waste any more time watching a DMX-Factor promo. DMX you talked some big words there homie. Show me how a true ring competitor does work you said? But you went on to LOSE the match. Interesting. All this time I thought true competitors get to work by oh I don't know....winning matches? I guess I was wrong. Or maybe I was right and you just live in some bizzaro world where the grass is blue the sky is pink and losing matches is you "doing work". I think I know which is the most likely possibility. But thank you DMX! Thank you for teaching me, if I ever need to know how to lose matches, make checks with my mouth my ass can't cash and ultimately be a complete and utter dim witted fuck up I'll be sure to use your promos and matches as reference. Maybe its you that should try your luck at winning the
Championship because in my eyes after Scully you are by FAR the most deserving candidate! Idiot.
You are OBSESSED with me, and it shows in your promos, they were aimed mostly at me and I wasn't even part of your match, that's why you lost, because you was unfocused, you put your actual opponent on the back burner and it cost you. Why would I beg you for a match? You're beneath me.I beat you, I laid you out with the Trap Silencer and you was counting stars, I could've pinned you, I just chose to pin Buddy because he was closest at my feet so it was more convenient.I was beating you to death so bad after the match officials and your good buddy Ryan Hunter had to storm the ring and save you, an action that is going to cost him dearly which he will soon find out.
You see I'm a wrestler, that's my job. But I'm a MAN foremost, someone attacks you, makes you bleed? You don't just wave that off, that shows a distinct absence of testicular fortitude.Someone does that to you and the way I see it you have no choice but to make sure they learn never to do it again. Hence this match. Hence why I'm bothering with Ryan Hunter and not you a man I've already dominated in the ring. I was throwing you around that ring with a variation of suplexes like the worthless sack of meat you are then I kicked your teeth in with the TS what would I have to gain from stepping in the ring with you again? Stepping in the ring with you one on one would set my career back years. You want to fight me DMX? Show me you can actually win a match first, I'm Mr FN' Dominance, I demand credible challengers. I have an appetite for destruction and DMX-Factor...you're just small fry! Dismissed.
Now Ryan Hunter back to you.I just want to say one thing.
I understand.
I understand DMX is your friend and it pained you to see him get beat like a red headed stepchild. I also understand the urning you had to make an impact in your debut. The adrenaline coursing through you. The desire to have the spotlight and thousand of eyes upon you. So when you saw me beating on DMX you'd thought you'd kill two birds with one stone, save your friend and make an impact in your debuting moments in the process.
Let me explain your error.
I understand you was desperate to make an impact. But doing that by making a literal impact across my forehead has signed your death warrant. What. you thought you could attack me, with a signature move ripped off from a currently popular wrestler in another wrestling promotion, The Superman Punch, and I'd just let it slide?
Going back to you being a rip off is ANYTHING about you original, even your moniker is a rip off of yet again another WWE superstar. "The Showstopper" really Hunter? Ryan "Showstopper" Hunter.Its like you chose your name by clicking on a random wrestler name generator on the net and hoping for the best.But I digress.
Like I do with every wrestler new or old I've read your files. Ryan Hunter. 6'1, 231 lbs. Risk taker. Hardcore brawler style mash up. Been a World Champion in every place you've step foot in.
I see why you and DMX are friends. Your bio files are quite similar. You're both risk takers. That much is evidently true,you took the biggest risk of your career at Bad Medicine intervening where you shouldn't of.You're a former World Champion, undoubtedly you are vying to claim championship gold in this company like you have in all the other companies you've set foot in. Theres just one tiny problem.
My name is Trax aka Mr Dominance. I have the same goal and I will destroy anyone in my path to achieve it, currently the person who has crossed my path,oblivious, like a deer blinded by headlights crosses in to the path of a speeding truck, is you.
So at the next Monday Madness. Its me. Its you. In the main event. The ring surrounded by members of the XWF roster as we will be contesting in none other than a LUMBERJACK MATCH. As of now theres only ONE match before ours so I have suspicion management hope this match is long and drawn out so it fills the time requirement.
I'm happy to oblige.
I'm happy to dish out as much pain for however long is needed for you to learn the error of your ways Ryan Hunter.You got what you wanted. In your very first match you're in the main event against a credible opponent but as the old phrase goes be careful what you wish for.Monday, the Hunter becomes the Hunted as you stare across the ring at a TRUE apex predator.Opps did I just say Apex Predator, ripping off WWE nicknames is your gig, sorry.
Now I know you probably think you have the advantage in this match because DMX is most certainly going to be one of the lumberjacks and I currently have no friends or allies.Only future enemies and victims.I'm prepared and ready for DMX if he tries to get involved in this match. I'm prepared for anyone and everyone who mistakenly sees a moment as a opportunity to lay hands on me throughout this match, thats including the special referee LH Harrison, know that.
Ask yourself though, can you trust DMX to have your back like you did his? You both want to become World Champions.There can only be one however. Say I do to you what I was doing to him at Bad Medicine post match, seeking to take you out and injure you. How do you know he'll come to your aid? He may secretly see you as a threat to him winning gold here, he may be jealous of you and secretly despise you thinking your taking away from his spotlight, we see it in this business all the time. There are no true friends, no true allies. You as a former World champion should know this. No allies. Only targets on your back.Only enemies. Only predators, and prey. Only the Traxs, and The Ryan Hunters. The "Showstopper"? Indeed. Monday I dominate you so bad they'll have to throw out the match and literally stop the show.
And you can...BELIEVE DAT! Can you dig it sucka?
Opps, sorry.
Fade.