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Mr Killjoy · **08-30-2015, 09:32 PM**

Saturday 29th August

The scene opens where we last saw Trax, in J. Hovah's laboratory, however, a few hours have passed since we last saw them, Trax is standing in the glass pod stripped down to his boxers, while J. Hovah is seated at a large computer nearby, an incomprehensible series of data formulas and calculations on the screen that he is going over while murmuring under his breath. Finally he spins on his chair and looks at Trax with a smile.

Sorry to keep you waiting in there so long, but I've gone over all the calibrations and everything seems in working order, I can't hear you in there, the glass is sound proof, but give me a nod if you can hear me?

Trax nods.

Ok good good, theres a air mask hooked onto the under roof of the pod, unhook it and slip it on now.

Trax nods again in compliance and unhooks the mask from the top and places it around his face making sure its secure.

OK... here we go.

J. Hovah pushes a button on the keyboard and the metal canisters hooked to the glass pod via wires attached to the roof of the pod begins pumping out some unknown yellow liquid into the pod, which begins to fill up rather quickly until the pod is full and Trax is completely submerged in the liquid, breathing out through the air mask which tube is protruding out of the roof of the pod allowing Trax air.

No doubt you're wondering what that liquid is, its a bio-chemical fluid I created which will help instigate the particle acceleration process.Nothing to worry about.With my calculations this process should only take a few seconds...starting from...Now!

J. Hovah pushes another button on the keyboard and the large metal machine hooked to the pod from behind begins to crackle and vibrate, the wires connecting the machine to the pod begin shake also. The yellow liquid in the pod begins to glow brighter and brighter until Trax is engulfed in a yellowish glow as well as water-like depths. Trax begins to writhe and squirm in the pod ,limbs flailing erratically. If it wasn't for the sound proof glass, J. Hovah would also be hearing the soul tearing screaming coming out of Mr Dominance's mouth. J Hovah looks at Trax in the pod then back at the computer nervously.

Wait no, no...this can't be right the calculations...they were perfect!

J. Hovah then brings up pages of data and calculations on the screen reading them frantically while pushing buttons on his keyboard.

I...I..I can't turn it off, I can't stop the accelerator...Trax I can't stop the accelerator but I can't raise the pods glass without shutting it down!

J. Hovah leaps out his chair and runs over to the machine behind the pod, he presses some dials but the the machine only responds by giving off electrical sparks which causes J. Hovah to yell and step back. The machine begins humming and vibrating even more violently as Trax continues writhe in apparent agony. Suddenly the entire glass pod begins to shake violently until cracks begin to form and the liquid begins to seep out the pod, J. Hovah hurriedly runs across the lab in search of something, he finds what he's looking for in the form of a crowbar, he runs back over to the pod and begins wailing on the ever growing cracks in the pod.

THWACK

THWACK

THWACK

THWACK

The liquid is seeping all over J. Hovah as he hits the glass pod trying to free Trax who has now gone limp inside, J. Hovah coils his arm back and gives one more swing

THWACK!!!!

CR-ACK-WHOOOOOOSH!

The pod shatters sending the fluid and glass everywhere. J. Hovah holds his arms in front of him as glass and pods contents shower him, J. Hovah, looking rather shaken now, unhooks the limp body off Trax from the air mask, the only reason Trax is still vertical, and drags him away from the remnants of the pod before placing him as gently as possible onto the cold floor.Trax is motionless and shows no signs of life.

Come on...come on...please....

J. Hovah starts doing compressions on Traxs broad chest, desperately trying to resuscitate him.

Come on...come on...

J. Hovah repeatedly presses down on Traxs chest, to no response.

Come on...

More compression. Still nothing.

Come...ON!

J. Hovah pushes down on Trax chest as hard as he can, Trax eyes snap open and he rolls on his side while coughing out fluid. J. Hovah wipes sweat off his wrinkled forehead and lets out a sigh of relief.

Oh thank God...thank God.

Ugh....ugh...

Trax pants heavily trying to catch his breath, he tries to get to his feet but his legs give way and he collapses back onto the floor, J. Hovah picks him up helping to his feet, he carries him to a nearby chair and props him down leaning over him.

How do you feel? How did it feel?

How do I feel? Lucky to be fucking alive, it felt...it felt like every part of my very being was on fire...it felt... agonizing.

Do you feel any different, do you feel something...more?

No, I don't feel any different.I feel nothing now.

Trax looks at J. Hovah, his anger beginning to brew within.

You almost killed me...for nothing...

I don't understand,I swear my calibrations were accurate...some kind of fault with the accelerator....if you don't mind, I can go over your vital diagnostics, as well as analyze your bio-structure to see if....

No! No more machines! No more testing! I'm out of here, I'm done. OK? I only wanted advice on how to fight someone possessing the type of powers Lux possesses in case he tried pulling some shit on me in our match, I don't need or want any of this shit.

Trax...please...

I'm outta here man, thanks but no thanks, peace, where are my clothes?

Trax pushes J. Hovah out the way and goes to fetch his belongings from a nearby table as the scene fades out.

Present

Trax wakes up in his hotel bedroom, its the middle of the night and his girlfriend Jackie lays by him sleeping still. Trax sits upright and cracks his neck as he moves out the bed carefully and slowly as to not awake Jackie before making his way to the in-suite bathroom all the while holding his head.

This....headache...fuck.

Trax opens the bathroom door and stands in front of the marble sink,opening the cabinet to the upper left of it on the wall, he grabs a tub of paracetamol and pops it open, placing some of the pharmaceuticals in his mouth while looking in the mirror above the sink, he turns on the cold tap and collects some water in a plastic cup resting on top of the sink before taking a large gulp and washing down the pills. He then throws the cup down and looks into the mirror, frowning and shaking his head before turning to the camera behind him.

...

Lux Lyden.

I'm having trouble sleeping right now and I've got fuck all better to do so why not.... may as well address a couple of things you tried throwing my way.

First off kid, please don't try and spin it that you was the sole winner of the match when everybody knows that's an obvious lie, I mean really? You're not surprised about what happened Monday? So us pinning each other and both winning the match being the Co-winners of the match was all part of the plan right? Right? You really are something you know that? You didn't win, not in the way you expected anyway, the plan you had in mind didn't happen, your plan was to leave me beaten and for you and Seth Feder to walk away as World Tag Team Champions. Did you leave me beaten? Nope. Did you walk away with a World Championship with the person you intended to walk away with a championship with? Obviously not dip shit.

You failed man.

The match didn't go the way either of us expected or planned but hey... at least I don't try insulting peoples intelligence by trying to deny it, shame on you.

And shame on you some more for making such a amateur mistake. I knew I was right about Feder, I told him his last name didn't mean shit and he had done nothing here to warrant any hype or prove he had an ounce of credibility, but you went running to him all the same like a love struck fanboy because "he was a Feder". That right there just shows me and everyone else that you're not really the best at making good judgments now are you.Me? I'm a great judge of character, Robbie has what it takes to make it here unlike Feder who is destined to be a flash in the pan, I mean the guy got pinned after taking my secondary finisher, not even my primary! What a lame, me and Robbie would of been the last two people standing if screw jobs and magic powers hadn't been a factor in our match but alas, they were, so here we are.

Also I just wanted to point out something, it wasn't JUST the moment when Robbie was about to hit Foul Play but you used your powers to avoid it where you would of lost under normal circumstances. I know you suffer Amnesia so refresh your memory and watch over the match again...AFTER Robbie got eliminated, I hit you square in the jaw with the Trap Silencer, you was out like a light staring at the rafters with cartoon birdies circling your head, but that slut Sitre refused to count the pin, I had you pinned for LONGER than three seconds before I realized she wasn't going to count it and broke it off, so that's ANOTHER instance in the match where if normal circumstances applied you would of lost, you had superhuman abilities AND the referee on your side and you STILL couldn't beat me definitely, pathetic. Want to know why I didn't talk about the whole uncounted pin post-Trap Silencer before? Because I don't have to worry about that in this match. A potential screw job won't be a possible factor.Justice Drake, if he is true to his name, will do the right thing and officiate this match properly. If he doesn't, well I'll snap his goddamn neck, but I'm sure it won't come to that, he won't stand for this injustice. Didn't you hear the fans after the match? "Trax got screwed" damn right I did. Me drawing with a scrub like you? Injustice!

Real original dig at my mother by the way dude, yawn, didn't see THAT coming, oh wait yes I did because everyone else does it when I feature my mother in my promos, look how much it bothers me, not a lot, look how far it gets them, nowhere, if you wasn't such a fucking amateur and did some goddamn promo research you'd know that, so whose the inept one in this scenario really? Rehashing old shit people before you have already said that is going to get you nothing more than a couple of extra minutes of ass whooping in the ring, well done. You wanna talk about peoples brains switching off? You wanna talk about comas? Lets talk about how the fans brains switch off after watching your promos which are Donnie Darko level of try-hard,lets talk about how the only match you've had so far which didn't put people in a comatose state is the one I was also in, the two matches you had before that were under card garbage,like that travesty of a tag team match you was involved in at Relentless, Jesus, good thing I saved the day when I main evented that same show and blew the fucking roof off in a brutal match that actually garnered everyone's attention and woke everyone the fuck up, right? Yeah eat a dick.

I didn't go to J. Hovah to get super powers, that was never part of the plan, I simply went to go see if he...wait, this is me "over-explaining" things to you in your opinion isn't it? Yes because explaining why someones statement is incorrect or misinformed is over-explaining. Such a nonsensical cop-out remark. Well fuck you then! I don't owe you any explanations of my actions.I have no idea if the particle accelerator worked anyway, all I have to show for it so far is a headache that's ALMOST as bad as the headache you'll wake up with on Tuesday Morning after taking a Trap Silencer the night before, followed by taking a pin because they'll be no corrupt referee to save you this time.I don't need powers to beat you, but you may want to make full use of yours. You're a time traveler, if you was smart you'd go forward in time to watch how this match plays out, or even better go back in time and stop me from ever being born by pushing my mother down the stairs while shes pregnant with me or some shit because I promise you me ceasing to no longer exist is the only chance you have of winning this.

Furthermore jackass I....aghk!

Trax holds his head and staggers on the spot. He stands there motionless momentarily before standing up right and shaking his head.

You know what, fuck this, talking about you is making this killer headache I've got going on worse so I'll end this here, just please, try and focus your foggy memory to remember one thing Lyden, say what you will, do as you wish...but never...ever...CROSS THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRAX! Peace.

Trax walks out of the bathroom and walks back into the bedroom, he gets back into bed, turning on his side and laying his head on the silk pillow as he attempts to go back to sleep.

....

Trax is back in the glass pod. J. Hovah is at his computer going over some of the finally calculations before he turns to Trax.

Sorry to keep you waiting in there so long, but I've gone over all the calibrations and everything seems in working order, I can't hear you in there, the glass is sound proof, but give me a nod if you can hear me?

Trax nods.

Ok good good, theres a air mask hooked onto the under roof of the pod, unhook it and slip it on now.

Trax nods again in compliance and unhooks the mask from the top and places it around his face making sure its secure.

OK... here we go.

The pod begins to fill with yellow fluid, Trax winces as the fluid is extremely cold, its icy depth enveloping Trax like a blanket. It doesn't take long before Trax is completely submerged and his body goes numb from the feel.J. Hovah hits another button and then Trax yells as the cold feeling is replaced with one of a hot sensation, but not from the liquid, from within his very body, his very being. Trax writhes and screams as the sensation takes over his body, his eyes dilate and his brain and sensual activity goes into over drive. Although Trax is in the pod, he can hear the J. Hovahs accelerated breathing, smell his cologne as well as sense the increasing perspiration dripping from his forehead. The hot sensation then increases as Trax screams out, the room becoming a blur of colors and light, the last thing Trax sees if J. Hovah run across the lab and then back with a crowbar in hand before the ever increasing glow of the substance overwhelms Trax sight as the sensation he's experiencing overwhelms his body and everything goes from an ominous bright white to pitch black.

Agh!

Trax wakes up once again dripping in sweat.He gets out of bed then walks to the bathroom, as he does Jackie, awoken slightly by Trax's sudden movement but still somewhat half-asleep, mumbles sheepishly.

Mmm...Traaax? Baby...whats wrong...

Trax ignores her and enters the bathroom, he stands in front of the mirror above the sink placing both hands on the side of the marble basin. His headache is no longer present, Trax leans forward observing himself in the mirror, his irises , usually coal black, are glowing a bright amber. Trax stares at himself in the mirror momentarily before finally...smiling.

Baby?

Jackie calls out to Trax once again from the bedroom, Trax, not taking his eyes off his reflection, answers.

Nothings wrong...I'm fine...in fact...I've never felt better.

Trax heads back to bed as the scene fades.

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