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Mr Killjoy · (01-22-2017)

OOC: This RP is a follow up and references this RP http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=26149

September 2010

Shane Grimson opens the door and walks into Gregs Anthony's office to find the man himself sitting at his desk, looking over some paper documents whilst tapping a ball pen on the desk surface, upon Shane Grimson's entry Greg looks up and the begins to shuffle the papers together and places them and the pen he in a drawer before placing his elbows on the desk, interlocking his fingers as he stares at Shane rather stoically.

Grimson.

Anthony.

Mr. Anthony.

Sure, you called me?

Ahem, ah yes.

Greg gets out his seat and turns around, his back to Shane with his arms also behind his back, admiring the human size portrait of himself on the back wall behind the desk.

I'm going to be real with you here Shane, you've been causing me a lot of problems ever since you stepped foot in the company. You've been costing me money Grimson, not making it me. Several superstars injured and on the shelf in definitively, all because of you, most recently Derrek Reymond, the number one contender to the FCW World Championship, care to explain to me why you've gone out your way to cripple half my roster?

Shane turns around and burns a hole into Shane who looks uninterested and bored, not answering.Annoyed, Greg places his hands on the desk and leans forward burning into Shane with his eyes with even more vindication.

Well you just going to stand there? Say something.

Fine, you wanna know why I beat up Derrek so bad he'll be sipping liquid meals out of a straw for a month? Because I should be the number one contender for the FCW Championship, not that smuck, I am the most dominant force in this company, not Paul Hunter, not Trax, not even our so called "champion" Nick Kelly, me. I AM THE GODDAMN BEST. And if a bunch of vanilla midgets get stepped on and crushed under my boot and sent packing because they can't handle the beatings I dish out then fuck em', the clearly don't belong here.

That isn't your call to make and you KNOW that Grimson! You've injured most of the fan favourites! Wrestlers that people would usually pay money to see are in hospital or at home recovering so guess what? The moneys not coming in! Ratings are going down because of your actions not up! And on top of that, a few of the guys are even threatening lawsuits, unsafe working environment they say! You had potential, that's why I bought you in, and that's why Trax and Paul let you join their team...

FUCK Trax and Extreme Machine I'll cripple them motherfuckers too if I ever get my hands on them!

...LISTEN to me! You won't be doing no such thing! As I was saying you had potential, but you've proven to be nothing more then a liability, which is why I've called you in my office today to tell you, you're contract expires in a week as you know, well Shane I regret to inform you I won't be offering you a renewed contract when your current one expires.

Wait...what are you saying?

Well, in a manner of speaking, you're fired.

You....you can't do this.

I just have, now get out my office.

Shane shakes his head while grinding his teeth and balling his fists, whole hulking body trembling in seething rage.

You can't do this to me...I deserve better...much better...I am the best talent you have and you know it...I deserve respect...but instead I get this, have you lost your mind?

Have you lost yours? I've told you to get out my office, now do that before I call security, and they're are feds on site too, if it comes to that.

And with that, Shane Grimson rushes towards Greg and flips the table over, it lands on Greg pinning him to the ground, Greg coughs violently, the wind knocked out of him, Shane doesn't give him a chance to recuperate as he drags him from out under the table and throws him into the portrait of himself on the wall, Greg drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes and Shane picks him up again, slapping him several times, hard, across the face before glaring at him eyes bulging and teeth bared in an almost animalistic manner.

I DESERVE YOUR RESPECT!!!!!

S-s-s-security, SECURITY! SECURITY!

I DESERVE YOUR RESPECT!!!!!

Shane begins to shake Greg erratically until several moments later a squadron of four burly security members storm into the office and pull Shane off Greg, restraining him by the arms and neck and forcefully removing him out the office and down the corridor. The security continue to drag Shane down the hallway with Greg following talking smack to the enraged Shane Grimson. Trax and Extreme Machine, FCW's current and longest reigning Tag Team champions, are walking the opposite way down the hallway and pass the commotion, Shane sees them and his rage intensifies as Greg begins to shout.

Get that piece of shit OUT OF MY COMPANY! You're done Grimson!

Trax and EM rush over to their boss as Grimson continues to yell as he gets carried away.

YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS ANTHONY! I SWEAR IT!

Yo Boss, what the fucks going on?

Greg Anthony stops to talk to Trax and Extreme Machine as Shane continues to get carried away. The security guards drag Shane around a corner and he shakes his head deciding he's finally had enough. He powers out of the security guards grip and immediately head butts one and elbows another and the two guards fall to the ground, one of the remaining guards goes to restrain him once more but Shane grabs him and despite the man being at least 250 pounds, effortlessly flings him head first into the nearest wall and he too falls to the ground. The final guard puts his hands up as if to say he doesn't want any trouble but Shane just smirks and almost kicks his head off with a massive big boot with his size 13's for his troubles. Shane surveys the laid out bodies around him before spitting on the floor and making his way to his locker room. A few moments later, after walking rather speedily through the hallways passing other wary FCW wrestlers and staff alike Shane makes it to his locker room opening the door and entering and slamming it shut behind him, he then proceeds to punch the wall next to the door out of frustration and rage, again and again, punch after punch, so much so the wall begins to dent in, so much so that his fists begin to bleed... but Shane doesn't care, lost in his thoughts.

Lost in his RAGE.

How dare he? How dare Greg Anthony treat him, Shane "The Executioner" Grimson that way? Fire him? The biggest, hottest commodity in his company bar none, the most powerful, most destructive force FCW has ever seen? HE was the "fan favourite" as Greg called it, people flocked to see HIM. It was HIM, that put asses in seat an who people paid to see. It was HIM filling Greg's fat pockets, not emptying them, at least...that's what Shane tries to convince himself in his inner thoughts as he continues to take his rage out on the wall. After what feels like hours, Shane finally stops punching the wall and goes to pick up his duffel bag on the bench on the opposite side of the room, he unzips it making sure all the contents are inside, before going to zip it back up, when there is a loud banging on the door from outside.

Police! Shane Grimson we know you're in there, you're under arrest for assault and battery, come out with you hands up!

Shane just smiles and put the bag back down, he cracks his neck and crouches slightly placing his hands on his knees staring at the door as the police continue to knock to no answer.

Final chance Shane or we're coming in!

Shane spits on the floor and cracks his neck some more, still no answer.

That's it you've been warned! We're coming in!

Good.

The door is kicked open and two police officers step in, Shane immediately charges towards them like a crazed bull but one of the officers quickly pulls out a tazer gun and fires it, the dart connects to Shanes chest and he screams as the electricity jolt rips through his body and he drops to floor involuntarily contorting and having a spasm. The police walk into the locker room and Greg Anthony, Trax, Extreme Machine, and a bunch of other wrestlers and staff are all outside looking in as one of the police officers tend to Shane while another peeks into his bag which is still unopened.

Well what do we have here? There's DRUGS in here Ricky, not the prescribed kind either.

The police officer pulls out several small bags of cocaine, at least 60 grams.

Shane Grimson you are under arrest for assault AND illegal drug possession, you have the right to remain silent you...

The police officer tending to Shane places him in handcuffs, Shane, still twitching and drooling, says nothing as the other police officer continues to go through his rights as the bystanders which include his soon to be ex employer Greg Anthony and his ex team mates Trax an Extreme Machine among others look on as the scene blurs out and fades.

October 2010, several weeks later.

A sped up time frame shows convicted prisoner Shane "The Executioner" Grimson arriving at his allocated prison having his personal belongings taken and been given his standard attire for the next several years, an orange jumpsuit, which he changes into after being stripped and showered along with the other new inmates who arrived at the prison with him. Shane gets taken to his cell and sits in the corner in complete silence, before a couple hours pass and a officer opens his cell and informs him its feeding time. Shane makes his way to the canteen area, Shane waits in line picking up his tray and gets served his food, runny mash potatoes and some form of meat, what kind he's not sure, possibly human. Shane sits down at an empty table and proceeds to eat the trollop placed in front of him when suddenly a shadow looms over him, he turns around to see a large dark figure standing over him, covered in tattoos and other scars, massive arms crossed in front of his broad chest.

You're sitting at my table.

There's plenty of seats at this table.

No you don't understand, this is MY table, nobody sits here but ME, so move your cracker ass motherfucker or I'll move it FOR you, I'm the KING around here, you feel me?

Hm...that so, OK then, my bad please...accept my humblest apologises, and this.

Shane grabs the tray of food and throws it at the other convicts face, they yell out and swing blindly, Shane ducks easily and wraps his arms around the mans torso lifting him up and turning delivering a bone crushing belly to belly suplex onto the table! Shane then begins to punch the hell out of the guy busting the mans nose wide open, blood pouring down his chest as other convicts nearby cheer at the display of violence. Shane pulls his fist back once more and goes to deliver what could possibly be a KILLING blow to the mans face when he feels someone grab his pulled back arm, he looks and sees a man that looks to be of Hispanic background, with slick greasy black hair and two other bigger convicts behind him, looking at him smiling.

Leave it, can't you see? He's done, impressive show of strength and killer instinct though...I could use a man like you when I get out of here.

Shane looks at the convict who he's just laid into, he's passed out and his face is already swelling up from the beating, Shane turns back to the other man, looking him up and down.

Who the fuck are you?

Marcus Rodriguez, nice to meet you, and you are?

Grimson, Shane Grimson.

Marvellous, tell me Grimson how long are you in here for?

8 years, possibly less on good behaviour.

Ah I see, good behaviour, how's that working out for you?

Shane looks back at the large unconscious man who is now slumped on the table.

Great, what do you want?

Your future services, I'm going to be out of here in 6 years, I have an EMPIRE waiting for me, businesses to run, business which I could use men like you to help me with, interested?

Bit too early to say... that's a long time away don't you think? I am going to need to make money somehow though when I get out of here, considering I've been blacklisted from almost every wrestling company on the planet thanks to that snivelling worm Greg Anthony.

I do not know who this "Greg Anthony" is that you speak of but very well, I will seek you out the day of my release, and hopefully you will seek me out in kind, just a word of advice, try and keep out of trouble, you don't want to catch the ire of the guards. Speaking of which...here they FINALLY come.

Marcus and his two lackeys step away from Shane as a group of guards with batons come rushing over to the scene of the disturbance. Shane sighs and puts his hands up in the air opting not to have any more years added to his sentence by hurting any of the guards, who don't return Shanes uncharacteristic pacifism however, swarming him and as one of the guards smacks him at the back of the legs and another smacks him on the back of the neck with their batons as Shane drops to his knees and the scene fades.

January 2016.

Shane is sitting in his cell head bowed when Marcus Rodriguez appears outside his cell with two officers.

Mr Grimson, it is time for me to depart this place, its been nice knowing you, I hope to see you soon however, real soon, you see I contacted my people and I...pulled some strings shall I say, you can expect your release in a couple of months, long as you don't cause any trouble from now and then. I have also provided you transport upon your release and a place to stay.

Shane gets up and walks towards the cell bars staring at Marcus and the two officers by his side who are seemingly apparently OK with whatever shady dealings Rodriguez has been up to. Shane raises an eyebrow.

What's the catch?

All I ask is you get in touch, the person who I have set up to pick you up upon your release will provide you with an number and address on where to find me. Good day. I look forward to doing business on the outside.

Marcus smiles and nods as he walks away with the officers, leaving Shane alone in his thoughts once more as the scene fades.

April 2016

Grimson

Grimson, who was focusing on a wrestling weekly article documenting the career of the wrestler known as Mr FN Dominance has trance is broken by the presence of a officer outside his cell, he turns to look at the officer who addressed him.

Get up its time, lucky for you boy, you're now a free man.

Grimson looks over at the magazine that is laying open on the ground a few feet away, then back at the officer, before nodding and getting to his feet.

Later That Day

Grimson is now standing outside the prison gates, in street clothes, the skies are dull and its raining with a mild presence of wind, the quiet storm fittingly resembling the one currently going on in Grimson's head, as he clutches the magazine he previously threw across his cell, he looks back behind him, back at the prison front gates from which he has just walked through, before opening the magazine and once again back to the article about Trax, his eyes burning looking at the picture of Trax on the page so much its a miracle the whole magazine doesn't go up in a blaze. A car pulls up near to where Grimson is standing, the driver rolls his windows down and silently gestures for Grimson to get in, Grimson nods and walks towards the passenger side at the front of the car and gets in the car, shutting the door behind him and not saying a word as the car pulls away kicking up gravel and dust as the car drives off away from the prison.Inside the car, the driver passes a card to Shane which has a number and address, Shane looks the card over before pocketing it as the scene fades.

Present.

"Mr FN' Dominance" Trax, Paul "Extreme Machine" Hunter, Jackie and Eve are standing outside the gates of Trax and Jackie's New York estate. Extreme Machines jeep is parked a few feet away, engine running, Jackie and Eve look somewhat nervous.

Trax, what's going on, we've not long come back from the Antarctica and now you're frisking us away to God knows where?

Its for your own safety, I didn't want to worry you but you need to know, the person that killed Greg Anthony, he's after me and Paul, he tried to kill us both, luckily as you can see he's failed but he might try again and me and Paul have both agreed we're not taking any chances, we don't want either of you near either of us until this guy gets caught and dealt with.

Trax is right, I got a friend waiting at the airport with a private jet, you ladies will love it, he'll take you guys somewhere safe and secluded out of the country until this mess gets dealt with. That's a promise I'm making to all of you.

Paul looks at Trax and nods, who nods back.

Thanks Paul, call me as soon as you get to the airport.

Wait...baby you're not coming with us to the airport?

I would but don't want to keep Reno waiting a second later addressing him, would HATE for him to have strop and take his ball and go home because you know...he hasn't done THAT before has he. I'll let Paul handle this, just contact me once you're there like I've asked.

Trax gives Jackie a hug and a kiss, then he gives Eve a hug too and fist bumps Paul as the three make their way to EM's jeep and Trax makes his way back into the mansion as the scene fades.

A few moments later, the cameras switch back on and Trax is at his office desk.

Waddup XWF.

You already know who it is.

Well what is there to say? We're fresh off another exciting edition of Wednesday Warfare, the Wednesday Warfare where I absolutely annihilated my so called "nemesis" LeStrange in what has to be one of the most if not the most one sided battles in XWF history, I was true to my nickname and utterly dominated the sad fucker. I was SO dominant, SO impressive it seems in my dismantling of a failed wrestler not fit enough to lace my boots that Vincent Lane pretty much had NO CHOICE but to give me a number one contenders match for the title I have hungered for since I returned to XWF at the end of last year, the Universal Championship, who is my opponent? Who is the unfortunate soul who finds themselves the ONLY thing now in my path from getting a match with Chris Chaos or Peter Gilmour and winning back MY Universal Championship?

The so called "Radical One" Gabe Reno.

Now, Reno, you had quite the RADICALLY turbulent career here so far have you not? You burst onto the scene and in what, your first or one of your first matches here, won the Hellacious Royal Rumble created by D'Ville to win the Xtreme Championship. Some would say that was impressive. Me? Not so much. Why? Just look at the facts and re-watch the match, me and the now current Universal Champion Chris Chaos entered the rumble near the start of the start of the match, beating the shit out of each other in a show stealing back and forth display which I was having so much fun with I admittedly wasn't even trying to eliminate anyone and we made it near the end before we were both eliminated at the same time, by Robbie Bourbon who shouldn't of even been in the match at that point may I add because he had cheated to remain in the rumble.Whereas you Reno, you came into the match one of the last entrants and didn't even have to do much because at that point mostly everyone still in the match had been worn down for you, what I'm getting at is that your win was a fluke, and the fact you dropped the Xtreme title almost IMMEDIANTLY AFTER winning the goddamn thing is proof of that Gabey boy. I mean goddamn, the guy I've just utterly dismantled, LeStrange, St Diabolicus, whatever the fuck he wants to call himself now, was able to hold onto the title longer then you, how the fuck does that make you feel? Like an absolute dickhead I hope, because that's how you should feel.

Then if that wasn't bad enough, to make yourself look like even more of a bitch after failing to beat Chris Chaos for his Wild Card and getting humiliated by Tommy Gun with a bean bag firing gun of all people and of all fucking things, what happens next? Oh yeah, you flip on management and take your ball and go home with your shrivelled dick between your legs THATS what happens next...poor Chris Chaos. You and him were set to face me and Bourbon in a tag team match but because of your antics the match got turned into a triple threat and it was him that had to take the pin, when if the match had gone as originally planned it would of most definitely of been your whiny sorry ass.

Then you came back and myself and everyone else gave a collective zero fucks, you call out Chris Chaos because you know, that's just the attention whore you are, that's why you cut so many promos which nobody except you even watches half the time and that's also why you tried getting involved in the Doctor D'Ville/Ronnie Cage beef which you had absolutely no business trying to get involved in and Doc had to put you in your place and tell you to step the fuck away from the grown ups table you little bitch.

You actually got the match with Chaos you wanted though, with Thomas Nixon thrown into the mix, who? I have no idea I'll be honest, I think he was the TV champion at one point? I don't pay attention to anything that happens on Saturday Savage to be honest, anyways you actually won that match after suffering a series of losses, congrats I guess. Unlucky for you that match wasn't actually for the Universal Championship, but then maybe its fortunate it wasn't because if you was walking into this match as Universal Champion and this was a Universal title MATCH not a contender match then that'd mean you'd lose the Universal title almost as fast as you lost the Xtreme title. Please don't think you have any momentum or bragging rights going into this because you won a match that involved the Universal Champion, you didn't pin Chris Chaos but he's already proven he can pin you, you pinned Thomas Nixon.

Who? Exactly.

I watched your little promo and I think you need to pull your head out your own ass so you can see the daylight yourself there son. Firstly, speaking the way you were in that promo doesn't make you look clever or "deep" it just makes you look like a pretentious ass. "My body will be the canvas upon which the perfect picture is painted" what? The only canvas getting painted on is the RING canvas with your blood motherfucker remember I told you, with your soccer mom "can I speak to your manager" haircut looking ass, shit. You want to talk about struggle? You damn right I know struggle, if you did any research, looked into my backstory just a little bit, you would I know I know struggle but the only thing I'm struggling with right now is taking you seriously, because, contrary to what you may think, you have done nothing, said nothing, to warrant me doing so. Oh I know you're probably going to mirror what I just said, you don't respect me, you're not scared of me, I'm washed up blah blah and the rest. You might want to point out how I lost in the chamber match for the title and that's fine, but Bourbon literally had to almost kill me to stop me from winning that thing and I'm the reason Peter Gilmour is challenging for the title and not defending it against Chris Chaos next Warfare, remember that. That's what its going to take for you to win, you almost killing me. Are you willing to do that? And your capable of doing that? Even if the answer to the first question is yes, the answer to the second is no which means you can cut as many pointless promos saying otherwise as you want, you're still not winning this match, I'm going to tear through you and proceed to reclaiming my Universal Championship, while you, will either renew your losing streak you had before that triple threat or take your ball and go home again. I know you're currently the Heavyweight champion which funnily enough has the same colour scheme as the old WWE Divas title, its fitting, you are the biggest Diva in this company, hold onto that title, its the only one you're good for, you couldn't hold onto the Xtreme and this is the closest you're going to get to the Universal after this ever again. How utterly tragic. Peace for now.

Trax throws up some deuces and smiles as the scene fades once more.

Elsewhere....

Shane Grimson is in his bathroom in his apartment, he is bent over the sink washing his hardened face with cold water. He stands up and puts his pockets in his jeans and feels something in one of the pockets, he pulls it out and smirks, the card the driver had given him last year, the writing on it faded and the paper yellowing. Shane throws the paper in the bin and walks out the bathroom.

May 2016.

Shane lays on his bed in his apartment provided to him by Marcus Rodriguez which he was taken to by the driver that picked him up from outside prison. A rundown apartment in a rundown part of lower Manhattan, but Shane isn't in a position or mind to be picky or ungrateful as he lays there on his bed remembering pasts events, the one running through his mind right now in particular is the time EM and Trax severed ties with him backstage at a FCW event after HE had helped them retain their tag team titles. He could hear their voices and his past words in his head...

...me and Trax like to make an impact and kick some ass, but your brutality is excessive even by our standards, we made you our Enforcer a few months back because of the giant target on our backs, we've made these tag team titles more prestigious then the FCW World Championship, EVERYONE wants shots at us, we hired you to help watch our backs but your...methods...don't sit right with us.

Pauls right, there wasn't any need for that shit you pulled tonight, and this isn't the first time you pulled something like that either, Nic Leone STILL hasn't come out the hospital from what you did to him the other week, we want to make it clear that EXTREME DOMINANCE is a force to be reckoned with but this...this is too much...you're too much, and me and Paul thinks it best we go our separate ways with you.

What are you saying?

We're saying you are no longer a part of this team, hit the showers Grimson, you're done.

You're going to regret this.

Rage washes over Grimson, he had helped them, aided them, and they repaid him by throwing him to the curb? Them just like Greg Anthony, had failed to show him the respect he deserved, but he was going to show them.

He was going to show ALL of them.

Few Days Later.

Shane Grimson stands outside the door which the address on the card given to led him too, he looks at the card then at the door number and looks around, he is in standing in a apartment complex, downtown Manhattan. Shane knocks on the door several times, the door opens partially, still on the latch, and a large Hispanic man peers through the gap.

What you want Ese?

Marcus Rodriguez, he gave me a card, told me here is where I could find him.

Shane shows the man the card, who inspects it, and once being satisfied takes the door off the latch and lets Shane in.

Shane follows the man inside the apartment which is shockingly pristine and luxurious looking inside which was not what Shane was expecting looking at the apartment complex from the outside, although he had a sneaking suspicion the other apartments didn't look like this, the man leads Shane to the living area where Marcus Rodriguez is sitting at a glass table smoking cigars, drinking whiskey and playing cards with a bunch of other men. Shane and the other man approach him and Marcus looks at Shane and smiles rubbing his hands together.

Shane! Amigo, long time, must say I was pleasantly surprised when I got your call... I was beginning to think I wasn't going to hear from you, how do you like your apartment? I know its not much but its suitable yes?

Yes....it is, thank you, look, I'm looking to return the favour, I want in, whatever you're involved in, I want in, I need the money. I need...weapons, resources, looking to deal with a couple of people.

Ah yes... that Greg Anthony that wronged you so, I haven't forgotten.

Not just him, there's two other people on my list.

Oh? Who may they be may I ask out of simple curiosity?

Paul Hunter, better known as Extreme Machine, and Carlos Johnson... better known as TRAX.

To Be Continued.

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