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Mr Killjoy · **02-07-2016, 02:12 PM**

The scene opens where we previously left off, in the cellar where Trax previously was chained up in by Madame Frey, where he finds himself yet again, yet again... chained up, by her supposed-to-be-dead father Lucius Frey, who currently has a 6 inch jagged blade thrust into Trax's ribs causing Mr Dominance to groan out in pain. Lucius Frey jams the blade further into Trax rib as dark crimson blood begins to pour out of the wound as Trax writhes in pain twisting and contorting his body trying to escape his confines as Lucius Frey, still holding onto the daggers handle, inches his face closer towards Trax's staring at him with those evil bloodshot and blood lusting eyes ,all the while not taking his ghost pale withered hand off the daggers handle.

I told you before Trax, you can't kill me, now and forever, I am in your mind, etched into your very soul. My legacy cannot be denied, I will takeover your body, it will become my vessel and I will be reborn, while your psyche will continue to deteriorate till nothing of the old you remains. It is inevitable.

Trax grits his teeth and murmurs something under his breath, Lucius Frey leans even closer, so they are practically touching nose to nose.

Oh? Did you say something boy?

Ha...yeah...and as I told you before old man...you should of never crossed me.

In one quick motion, Trax pulls with all his might and the chain holding his left arm breaks free, Trax simultaneously rocks Lucius with a hard punch to the face that sends him stumbling back and falling on his ass. With his free arm, Trax grabs the dagger stuck in his ribs and, grinding his teeth, pulls out the dagger out of his own body. Lucius Frey gets to his feet rubbing his jaw and curses before turning around and disappearing into the shadows.

Don't... think so motherfucker... this time... I'm killing you for good.

Trax uses the dagger to pry into the shackles of his still chained arm, with a bit of force, the shackles spring open and Trax's other arm is now free. Trax then uses the dagger to pry free from the shackles chained to his legs, it takes a couple of minutes, but Trax finally completely frees himself and starts to walk staggeringly in the same direction Lucius walked off in, his one hand clutching the blood soaked dagger, his other holding his wounded ribs. Trax squints his eyes trying to adjust to the surrounding darkness, he finally sees what he's looking for, a Oak wood door leading out of the Cellar, Trax walks up to it and tries to open it. Locked. Trax begins to shoulder barge the door, once, twice, three times, again and again each powerful ramming barge more forceful than the last until with an audible CRACK the door swings open. Trax now finds himself in a hallway with stone walls, floor and ceiling, with Lucius Frey at the other side, Frey laughs and disappears around the corner, Trax staggers after him, as Trax rounds the corner he saw Lucius go, he sees Lucius round yet another corner at the end of the adjacent hallway, Trax shouts after him.

Whats wrong!? Scared? What did you call me before? "Weak"? I'll show you who is weak!!!

Trax continues pursuing Frey, still staggering holding his wounded side as he does so, he rounds the other corner he saw Frey pass and comes across another wooden Oak door. Trax makes his way towards it and turns the handle expecting the door to be locked but to his surprise the door opens and Trax is met with a peculiar sight. Another long hallway, but very much unlike the stone crafted ones he had just passed through, a hallway made up entirely of mirrors, Trax looks up and down, and sees that even the floor and ceiling appear to be made of thick mirroring glass. Trax walks through the hallway carefully, taking slow steps at first, cautious in case the floor literally starts to break under him which, in his current paranoid state, he is expecting to happen.

Frey and his damn tricks...what is this.

No tricks.

Trax looks to his left in the direction of the voice and sees a reflection of Frey where his reflection is meant to be, Trax is startled but quickly reacts by punching the mirror cracking it.

The Hell...

Trax continues moving forward in the hallway, slowly.

As easily as you cracked that mirror, your mind will soon crack to my superior will.

Trax turns to his right now and sees Freys reflection again in one of the mirrors, Trax throws the dagger at the mirror causing it to crack just like the first one.

Hahahahahahahahaha.

SMASH!!!

Trax punches a third mirror which Freys reflection has just appeared on, laughing manically.Trax curses and continues slowly through the Hall of Mirrors, looking all around him wondering where Freys reflection is going to appear next.

Enough of this... show yourself, coward.Where are you!?

Here.

Trax spins around and receives a backhand for his troubles, the attack catches him off guard and already wounded, Trax drops to the floor as Lucius Frey, in the flesh, stands over him.

Its pointless to fight me Trax, although you're more than welcome to try but eventually... I will have my way.

None of this is real... get out of my head.

Isn't it?

Frey laughs, Trax scowls and gets to his feet and delivers a right hook to Freys face and to his complete bewilderment, the old man shatters like glass into a million pieces on the floor.

Thats right, wear yourself out.

Trax turns around to see Frey yet again, he punches him again full strength, completely ignoring the still present pain of his stab wound now, and just like before Frey shatters like glass.Suddenly, dozens of Freys begin to come out of the mirrors, all lining up side by side, surrounding Trax who puts his fists up looking around frantically trying to calculate a plan of attack in his head.

There IS no "plan of attack".

What? You're...you're reading my..

Yes... of course, don't you see? Continue to fight, but soon, you will be overwhelmed and I will be reborn.

I'm from Brooklyn son, all we do is fight, bring it.

Ha, you are a arrogant FOOL.

One of the Freys nearest to Trax snaps their fingers and at once all of the Freys begin to rush Trax, who throws lefts and rights widely, several connect and the Freys they connect to shatter to glass pieces but more and more begin to pool out of the mirrors and the numbers get too much, Trax is grabbed and pulled down to the floor, as the Frey's begin to pile on top of him, kicking and punching him, beating him to death as darkness overcomes Mr Dominance once more...

Ah!

Trax wakes up in his bed, very much alive, but panting heavily and drenched in sweat.Jackie still half asleep grumbles next to him.

Mmmm...baby? Whats wrong?

Nothing. Just a bad dream.

Trax gets out bed and heads for the en-suite bathroom, he bends over the sink basin, turns the vial for the cold water tap and begins splashing water on his face. Trax looks into the mirror above the sink at his reflection, his coal-black pupils seem somewhat more dilated than normal. Trax shakes his head.

I'm imagining things.

He scowls to himself and heads back to bed.

Present Day

Trax is one of his private gyms currently going to work on one of the punching bags, the gym is empty, hence the "private" but thats how Trax likes it as he practices his hay makers and uppercuts, landing blows with indescribable precision, speed and impact, Trax also displays his impressive footwork to the camera, darting around left and right with a speed that a man who is 6'4 and 270 pounds should not possess. The camera gets closer and Trax stops hitting the punching bag and turns around to acknowledge it.

That time again?

One must assume the camera man behind the camera nods as Trax just rolls his eyes and shakes his head before wiping sweat off his forehead.

Fine but I'm making this quick because, in all honesty, I have better things to do.

Fontanna you know what? I know I showed indifference about your new found look before, the clown look, but I've changed my mind, in hindsight, it really suits you man. I like it. I mean you are without a doubt one of the biggest clowns in XWF, right down there next to the Thunderbolts and LeStranges, possibly even lower.

I mean, I don't think you was INTENTIONALLY being funny in your last promo but when I watched it I couldn't help but laugh throughout. Real comedian, have you ever thought about doing stand up? Maybe you should. Maybe you'll consider it when you realize this whole wrestling thing just isn't working out for you, which you will hopefully come to realize after this match when you step into ring with me and see what a real wrestler looks like...again.

You want to know why people throw your 15 year experience in your face? Because it makes absolutely no sense that someone with one and a half decades of experience looks like a rookie that doesn't know the difference between a wrist lock and wrist watch each and every time they step into the ring. I can only assume you're older than me since I very much doubt you've been wrestling since you was 11, with that said I know 11 year olds who are better in the ring than you, despite that... I'm guessing you're at least in your mid 30s, maybe even 40s? You should be a ring general, you should be helping train and build up the younger guys who are new to this business showing them how its done, showing them the ropes, but for some reason, every single person that steps through them doors, whether they are new to this business or not, seems to know the ropes better than you and thats extremely sad.

15 year veteran my ass... and you think me having powers is unbelievable?

Trax scoffs.

I'm no wannabe X-Man but I am looking to X men out so to speak by once again climbing that ladder to become the Universal Champion a second time. I've been at the top, you're still on the bottom rung, which is where you will continue to stay. The fact you don't believe my powers were "real" shows how ignorant and tunnel-visoned you are, I had those powers for months, if you was actually aware of your surroundings or paid attention to events you'd know that. Its painfully clear you don't pay attention to the "real world" we live in, look around you man, the roster is full of superhuman beings, immortals and monsters, hell I've even heard a sentient sex doll or some shit has signed a XWF contract and is in a battle royal for the Hart Title contender spot? Fake women born out of test tubes who are new to this wrestling business get more opportunities to fight for titles then you, how do you feel? "LMAO". Who the hell actually says "LMAO" and "LMFAO" anyway? You actually said the words instead of actually laughing? I swear you're special kid, not in the good way.

I'm not that upset I lost to Lane, I was at first, but then I came to the realization that theres still more title wins in my future and I went up against one of the best this company has ever had and proved I was right up there with him, Lane kicked my ass? Did you even watch the match? Lane won by a hair, on another night, the result could easily be different but I promise you we could have Trax v Fontanna a thousand times and the result will always be the same. How can you even TRY to mock my loss to Lane anyway? As if to say you would of been able to beat the ARGUABLE best talent in the company, which he is, despite the fact he looks like a coked up metro sexual who wears jeans skinnier than my girlfriend. You making fun of someone losing? Coming from the guy that loses to everyone? Please. So far, in the ring I've only ever lost to two legends and former and current Universal champions, Morbid Angel and Lane. Morbid threw your ass in a volcano, I beat you after going through another wrestler to do it and you if you had faced Lane instead of me you wouldn't of even made it to the third stage because you'd of called it quits after the first. You're no Morbid Angel, you're no Vinnie Lane and you're certainly no Trax. May I remind you, you lose to people like Tommy Wish. I don't even know who that is... just like Lane doesn't even know who YOU are, but he knows who I am, so does the rest of the roster. You Fontanna, you know who I am too of course, which is why you accepted my open challenge looking to step up, but in reality the only thing thats going to happen is you're going to get stepped ON as I walk all over you.

See you have a habit of getting yourself into "in over your head" situations. When CCWF were at their peak you held the XWF banner high and vowed you was going to help destroy them, which I admit, was admirable. However despite this, you didn't do much against CCWF at all did you, except for being their version of a punching bag much like the one next to me, except this one next to me would probably put up a better fight against the CCWF than you did. What was the last match you had? Oh thats right, against Abigail at the Back In Black show, a match you got yourself into by running your mouth to Shane and in predictable fashion, you lost. Just like you opened your mouth to accept my challenge and in predictable Fontanna fashion, you're going to lose.

I have to kill you to beat you? I don't think so, I just have to let you be you. I just have to wait until you make a rookie mistake that a 15 year veteran shouldn't make but you always seem to do in your matches, then its a simple Trap Silencer to your chin and its night night for you. Don't worry too much though Fontanna, if theres one good thing out of this match for you, its that you WON'T be the one taking the pin, nah, that honor is reserved for the other man in this match, LeStrange.

Trax nods.

Thats right LeStrange. I'm going to go ahead and say it, you're the fall guy in this match. You are the one thats going to have their leg hooked by me, while the referee counts to three. "Why me?" you ask and not Fontanna? Because its simple. Fontanna may be a fucking idiot but he has heart and for that, I have a tiny ounce of respect for him. You however I have NO respect for. None. Zilch. Nadda. You are a spineless coward who dropped the X-Treme title on purpose and then ran away because he knew he wasn't ready for the influx of challenges he was about to face. I know Fontanna will still be around after this match trying to improve. You however? When you lose this match, you're going to run away again, probably [REDACTED BECAUSE LESTRANGE IS A SENSITIVE BITCH] or something crazy like that.

Smirks.

On top of that, the reason I'm going to make SURE I pin YOU is because, even though he is extremely deluded, Fontanna already knows I can beat him because I already have, you however? If I pin Fontanna instead of you I know for a fact that right before you disappear again, you're going to come out with some bullshit about how I needed to pin Fontanna to win the match because I couldn't pin you. I cannot allow that to happen. Your fluke 24/7 pin over me was bad enough. I am NOT going to allow you to walk around trying to convince people I can't beat you because I didn't pin your shoulders to the mat so thats the way its going to be and you can't do fuck all to stop it going that way, whether you actually realize it or not. Keep beating up that Trax mannequin in your first promo you was letting out your frustrations bottled up from your childhood on due to you being sexually abused by your uncle, when you step into the ring with the REAL Trax, you'll find I actually hit back. Not only do I hit back, I hit harder, faster, and more efficiently. If you and Fontanna have ANY sense, you would form an alliance in this match, double teaming me to take me out the equation making it just between you and Fontanna. I am, EASILY, literally and figuratively the biggest threat in this match but you two dweebs are so fucking clueless you're not going to take my advice on how to approach this match even though you REALLY should. THIS is how incompetent you both are, I'm giving you ADVICE on the ONLY way either one of you might be able to come out of this match with the win for fuck sake and you're still both going to lose. Fuck this, I'm done with the both of you for now. You guys both challenged me because you want your name in the spotlight, say what you will, but both of you dream of being as popular, talented, respected and decorated as me. Keep dreaming, Wednesday night, those dreams get shattered, but you two should both be used to the feeling of coming up short by now, so no biggie right? Right.

Trax shakes his head and goes back to throwing shots at the Fontanna LeStrange punching bag as the camera cuts off.

Later That Night.

Trax is back in bed next to Jackie, he tosses and turns a couple of times, apparently restless, but eventually manages to fall asleep.

...

Trax opens his eyes and immediately begins to feel something is wrong, the bed is damp, Trax looks at his hands and sees they're covered in blood.

What...?

Trax looks at Jackie who isn't moving. He puts a bloody hand on her shoulder and turns her around, the bloody gash where her throat has been slit glistens in the moonlight peaking through the blinds.

I warned you your loved ones would die.

Trax looks behind him to see Lucius Frey standing over him.Before he can even react, Frey begins to stab him repeatedly in the chest while laughing like a man possessed.

Agh!

Trax wakes up yet again in his bed, yet again drenched in sweat, and yet again Jackie mumbles half asleep.

Mmm...baby...another bad dream?

Yeah.

Trax gets out the bed and heads straight to the bathroom, just like the previous night he runs the cold tap and splashes water on his face before looking at his reflection. Trax pupils, usually coal black are a deep red, he blinks, and when he opens his eyes he sees Frey in the mirror, smiling. Trax blinks again, and sees his own reflection once more. Trax leans closer looking at his eyes in the mirror...and then..smiles.

TBC

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