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Mr Killjoy · (01-25-2017)

May 2016

Shane Grimson stands in Marcus Rodriguez's apartment living room as the crime boss sits at his glass table with his cohorts, Shane Grimson with sheer venom in his tone and malice in his eyes, has just made it known of his intentions of killing his former employer FCW CEO Greg Anthony and former Extreme Dominance comrades. One of the men sitting at the table next to Marcus leans over and whispers something in his ear, Marcus listens and nods intently, before pouring himself another shot of whisky.

Trax you say, you're after the man known as Trax?

Yes, and his best buddy Extreme Machine, and that fuckwit Greg Anthony.

Marcus downs the glass of whiskey and waves his hands dismissively in the air.

Those other two are of no interest of me, but Trax, he is a dangerous man, caused quite the stir in our line of business, he was the right hand man of a woman known as Madame Frey for a short time, the daughter of the late Lucius Frey, one of the biggest crime families on the planet. Word is it was Trax that killed Lucius Frey, and then he betrayed his daughter who is currently missing, disappeared off the face of the Earth, nobody knows where she is, but that's not the most concerning thing, this Trax, it is said he has...incredibly abilities.

He's a fucking freak ese! Dudes got powers and shit homes.

Everyone turns to one of the other men at the table who has spoke out, Marcus raises an eye brow, Shane looks agitated, rubbing his chin before smacking a balled up fist into an open palm.

Look, I don't give a rats ass what sorta science sideshow experiment freak Carlos has become, let me deal with that, whatever he's capable of...it won't help him. He won't see me coming, and when I reveal myself to him, I'll be prepared, but for that...I'm still going to need help, resources, and money, so am I in or not?

Marcus throws his head back and begins to laugh heartedly, the laughter quickly turns into a violent coughing fit however and Marcus doubles over clutching onto the edge of the table as one of the other men on the table quickly gets out his seat and comes to Marcus's side placing a hand on his shoulder, Shane looks down at the crime boss, with not so much concern, but cold skeptism.

You OK old man?

Marcus stops coughing and waves the man that came to his aid away, he sits up straight and pours himself another glass of whiskey, downing it in one go before smacking his lips together and wiping them.

Yes...yes...fine, tell me have you fired a gun before, Mr. Grimson?

I was in the Army for five years before I got...let go.

Let go, hmm, I see. Yes I have seen the way you handle yourself, most impressive, as I've told you, I could use a man like you in handling my business operations.

What is it you do exactly? Let me guess, drug Trafficking? Human Trafficking? Extortion?

Ah well a bit of all that, you however Mr Grimson will be involved in the extraction aspects of our operations, for your first task at least.

What exactly am I extracting, money? Drugs?

More valuable then either of those, information, information is power in this day an age you see, you and some of my men are to go to a building and extract some of the data inside, which I will then sell on the black market to the highest bidder, the information you will retrieve is worth millions, and you will all get a cut of the pay off rest assured, the building will be moderately guarded, lethal force is an unfortunate but unavoidable necessity.

I have no issue with lethal force, but what information is this exactly?

Oh, you need not worry yourself about the little minor details such as that, you are just to retrieve what I ask and bring it back to me, are you in?

Shane takes a few minutes to contemplate the potential risks ahead, and then, the potential rewards, deciding the latter was greater then the consequences of the former Shane vigorously nods his head.

I'm in.

Very well, good. Because the score goes down tonight, some of my men will pick you up from outside your apartment at midnight and fill you in with further details along the way, be ready, and make sure you're wearing suitable clothing. Good day Mr. Grimson.

Marcus snaps his fingers and the man that showed Grimson in taps him on his arm and heads towards the door, Shane follows him to the door and out the apartment as the scene fades.

Later That Night, 11:50 pm.

Shane Grimson stands over his bathroom sink and runs the tap letting the cold water pour into the basin, he then cups some water in his large hands and splashes it on his face before staring into the bathroom mirror above the sink with his cold icy blue eyes. He turns off the sink and walks out of the bathroom and grabs a black hoody hanging on the coat peg on the wall and puts it on zipping it up and placing the hoody over his head, now decked out in all black hoody, jeans and boots, Shane flexes his muscles and paces around the unkempt and dusty living room when the sound of a car horn outside breaks his trance.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

Shane walks towards the window and peers through the blinds to see a matte black wrangler jeep parked up outside the apartment. Grimson makes his way to the front door and exits his apartment.

Moments later Shane Grimson steps out of the front doors of the apartment building and approaches the black jeep, the back door opens and a figure inside calls out to Grimson.

"Get in"

Grimson does what he's instructed and enters the jeep, where he finds another man sitting in the back who opened the door for him and two men in the front in the passenger and driver seats. Shane closes the door and the Jeep pulls away from the sidewalk and drives off into the night. Inside the car, Shane stares into the rear view mirror to try and get a good look at the other men's faces but they are both wearing caps titled low concealing them well enough in scarce illumination of the moonlight. The man sitting next to Shane isn't wearing any kind of head garment however and Shane can clearly see his face and recognize him, its the same man who opened the door to him at Rodriguez's apartment. The man, whose name Grimson still doesn't know, begins to address Shane without so much as looking at him.

OK, listen up, here's the deal, we're hitting the NYI building in New York, about 20 minutes drive from here. Security is 24/7 but lucky for us, and unlucky for them, not heavily armed. The computer data block we're looking for is on the top floor, you just need to help us clear a path to it, I'll take it from there and extract the data we've come to collect. EMP devices will deal with most of the buildings security systems but they have a back up generator which will come in to effect in about 10 minutes and a police response time of around five minutes after that. This is an in and out job you hear? We go in, take out whatever guards we see, take the elevator to the top floor find the computer storing the information then we make a quick exit. Understood?

Grimson nods.

Great. A hoody isn't good enough by the way if their systems come back on before we get out, their facial recognition systems mean you're screwed, put this on.

The man pulls out a luchador wrestling mask from his back pocket. The men in the front of the car turn back and laugh as Shane just stares down the mask and the man holding it.

Are you...mocking me?

Of course not... here take this also.

The man hands Shane Grimson a silenced glock, he takes it holsters it in his belt by the small of his back.

Judging from what the boss said he seen you can do while you guys were in prison together you may not need it but you know, just in case.. buckle up... we'll be there soon.

Short While Later...

After driving through the Manhattan borough and entering New York, the men make their way to the financial district of the City, pulling up outside of a multi-storey building known as the NYI building, the data facility building which several large corporations and businesses rely on to provide info on to how help their businesses grow and increase profits. The driver turns off the engine and peers through the black tinted windows surveying the streets.

OK... streets clear, I'll stay here, Nico, Ricky, you two and Grimson go inside and get what we came for, this is going to be a quick job, 10 minutes max. Move.

The guy in the front passenger seat takes off his cap and puts a balaclava from out of his pocket over his face, the guy sitting next to Grimson does the same and reaches under his seat and pulls out a laptop carrier bag, placing the strap around his shoulders. Grimson once again looks at the luchador mask provided to him.

If you are not mocking me why is that you two get normal balaclavas and I get this rubbish?

Sorry homes, we ran out of Balaclavas, don't worry about that, we came here to do a job so lets do it, roll out.

Grimson scowls and puts on the mask. Nico, Ricky, and Grimson step out of the car and immediately make their way up the steps of the building. The burst through the revolver doors into the reception area, as soon as they do, the guard at the nearby desk stands up and goes to draw his weapon but gets shot in the head by Nico, two other guards patrolling nearby turn to the disturbance and also go to draw firearms but Grimson and Ricky beat them to the draw and shoot them down also, three guards dead, Shane and Ricky stand on guard while Nico, the one who had been sitting next to Grimson in the car and was carrying the laptop bag, leaps over the reception desk and pulls a device out of the bag placing it on a generator box on the wall behind the desk, he tampers with a couple of dials on the device and it lights up and flashes, before the generator begins to spark and the lights in the reception and everywhere else in the building go off bringing darkness. Nico hops back over the desk.

Lights, cameras and alarm systems are down but the other systems are still up and running, we got about 10 minutes before the back up generators kick in, elevators now.

The three rapidly make their way towards the elevators at the back end of the lobby area and press the button for the elevator. The elevators come down from the fifth floor and when the doors slide open there's a sole late night worker in the lift yawning, his eyes go wide behind his thick rimmed spectacles at the sight of the three masked men.

What the-

Before he can finish, Grimson steps forward and grabs the mans face whole with his giant hand and slams him into the elevator wall, the mans head gets seemingly crushed between the wall and Shanes head upon impact and the man slumps to the floor.

Holy shit. Ricky whispers.

The three men step inside the elevator and Ricky presses the button for the top floor, the doors slide closed and the elevator goes up. When the door finally opens again, the men find themselves in a long corridor with glass walls and doors on each side, revealing sectioned off rooms full of dozens of data towers storing information, the bright lights of the devices offering a small bit of visibility to navigate . The trio run down the corridor and turn a corner, they immediately come face to face with two more security guards, Grimson grabs the one and literally uses him as a battering ram to club the other before throwing the other man to the side casually, the man's body bounces off one of the glass walls and hits the ground unconscious . The guard that got hit with the other guard goes to get up but Ricky shoots him in the head then Nico grabs the key card from the lanyard hanging around his neck and the trio keep moving. They round another corner and Nico stops at one of the glass doors of one of the section data tower rooms.

If intel's correct this is the one.

Nico swipes the key card he took from the dead guard and the glass door unlocks, he opens it and steps inside.

You two wait outside and keep watch, this will just take a few minutes.

Nico steps inside and checks the super computer towers seemingly looking for something which will indicate which one is the one he's looking for. He apparently finds the one he needs and crouches down pulling the laptop out of the bag and hooking it up to the tower port. A few button presses later and the data transfer begins while Shane an Ricky continue to keep watch outside the room. Shouting can be heard in the distance and Ricky looks at Shane nervously then pokes his head into the room.

Nico! Hurry it up.

One second one second this ain't gonna take long already at 60%....

Nico continues to extract the data while several voices seem to get nearer.

Nico....

One second! 95%....100%! Got it. Lets get out of here.

Nico detaches the laptop and puts it back in the bag and vaults out the room, as he does so, a group of about six guards round the corner brandishes torches that pierce the faint darkness, as well as firearms.

This way!

The trio turn and vault it down the corridor the way they came back towards the elevator, Shane cowers his masked head as bullets whizz past it. The trio get to the elevator to see that it's coming up, with possibly more guards, Nico turns to a door to the left of the elevator.

Down the stairs!

Shane kicks the door so hard it comes flying off its hinges and the trio vault down the stairs, sixth floor...fifth floor....fourth floor...they get to the third floor and the door to the stairs on that floor opens and a guard steps out aiming his weapon at the group as they reach the bottom step to the floor, displaying size which should not be possible for a man of his stature and size Shane zeros on the man before he can get a shot off and damn near takes his head off with a brutal clothesline. The trio then continue to make their way down the steps as shouting and footsteps can be heard above them, the finally make it back to the ground floor and Shane barges the door open as the trio proceed to race across the lobby area and out the front doors, down the steps and back into the Jeep as Nico screams.

Go! Go! Go!

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

The Jeep pulls away from the side walk and disappears into the night just as several guards exit the building still brandishing their guns, one of them attempts to let a shot off but its to no avail as the Jeep rounds a corner and disappears from sight. In the car, Shane rips off his mask while Nico who is once more sitting next to him sighs in relief and grins.

Yo we did, good job Grimson, boss will be happy, lets go see him.

Yes... lets.

Short Time Later.

Grimson and the others are back at Marcus Rodriguez apartment with the crime boss once again sitting at his glass table, this time on his lonesome. Nico pulls out a USB stick from a pocket in the laptop carrier bag and places it on the table.

Everything you need is on there boss.

Excellent. And how did our new recruit Grimson fair?

Nico looks at Grimson who is standing in silence and nods.

He met expectations, exceeded them even.

Marcus grins adn goes to speak but then breaks out into another violent coughing outburst like he did earlier that day once again gripping the table, Nico hurries to his aid while Grimson stares down the doubled over man, who in his current state looks...old, withering and weak, Grimson frowns in disappointment.

What's the deal with you? You don't seem quite well there.

Marcus waves off Nico and regains his composure, looking up at Grimson with a faint half-smile.

Well Mr. Grimson... it is my displeasure to inform you that I am indeed not well, lung cancer, developed while I was in prison and detected too late when I got out to do anything about it. Doctors have done what they can but alas...I have but months to live.

Grimson eyes widen in shock, and then narrow and squint in transparent annoyance.

Then...what the hell is the meaning of all this? Why drag me into this shit and ask me to work for you if you're on your way out? Why waste my time?

Not a waste of time, a lot can be ACHIEVED in a few months, you want money, associates and resources? Those will be available to you if you keep on working for me, meanwhile me? I have no sons or daughters, I have no natural successor. But you Grimson... I see potential in you, I KNOW you crave power and respect as well as revenge, continue to work for me and that will all be yours, continue to impress me and worth...and when it is time for me to leave this Earth? I will pass the reigns down to you...do we have a deal?

Marcus extends a hand out to Grimson, who stares it reluctantly before grabbing and shaking it firmly.

OK Rodriguez , you got your wish.

Good, I'm glad we can come to an agreement...now leave me, all of you. I wish to indulge and relax in my own company.

The men disperse all heading towards the door, Shane is last to the door, he looks back at Marcus who is in the process of opening a fresh Whiskey bottle before heading out the door and closing it behind him as the scene fades.

PRESENT

Trax is in his private gym throwing lefts and rights on the punching bag in the corner, and not the sort of pathetic jabs that Reno was throwing in his promo either, which he got his "trainer" to pretend were impressive when anyone who actually knows anything about throwing punches like say...Trax...a former pro boxer, could tell by his way off stance that his punching power was zilch, but actual hard shitting shots that would do some real damage if they connected with a human being, which Reno will soon be able to clarify. Trax stops his work out and steps away from the punching bag and pulls out his headphones from his ears which is playing music full blast and looks at the camera, he looks unshaven and has bags under his eyes, making it evident he hasn't had a good nights sleep in a good few days, not hard to understand, the death of his former employer Greg Anthony still playing heavy on his mind, and the fact that the killer was still out there plotting...planning...and Trax was none the wiser to who it may be despite the authority and Paul Hunter looking into it. Trax pushes all of this to the back of his mind however as he proceeds to address...

Gabe Reno.

Gabey Gabey Gabey.

You do amuse me, me and you we're quite different aren't we? I'm not talking about our races, or our backgrounds. I'm not talking about our differing wrestling styles me being the powerhouse ground and proud brawler type and you being the technical, speedy high flyer. I'm not even talking about the fact I can throw a punch like a man and you apparently not only look like a soccer mom but you punch like one too, the main difference between me and you and the one I'm referring to in this instance is I can insult and trash talk you with FACTS, undeniable statements, while you? Shit man going by your last promo you feel the need to rely on fabrications and misinformation, fuck it lets not sugar-coat it, straight up bullshit.

Not quite sure what I'm talking about? Well you have your little fake psychiatric meeting crying about your big bad mean daddy who beat you, probably because he was ashamed of having a son who looks like he identifies as non-binary. Hey my dad was an asshole too but you don't see me crying about it, shit half the roster comes from dysfunctional abusive families why do you think so many people here are mentally insane and love violence? Shit. Anyways, after talking about your father who hurt you, which is going to pale in comparison to the hurt I'm going to dish out on you Wednesday just so you know, your "brother" sends you a note insinuating I acted drunk and disorderly, and I must admit I laughed, not because I found it funny, but because I thought to myself "really? This the best this guy can come up with?" pointless fabrications saying I did shit everyone knows isn't really true? I'm disappointed. What's next? Gonna roll out a midget dressed like me? Pay some actors to pretend to be people who know me perhaps and get them to say a bunch of shit and attempt to drag my name through mud further? I mean you may as well that's the route your promo seemed to be going, LeStrange level of stupidity. This brings me back to what I was saying before: I can insult you with facts, you have to make shit up in a poor attempt at being humorous and hope it sticks. You going on a almost two month losing streak? Fact. You having a bitch fit when things don't go your way? Fact. You just recently losing the Heavymetalweight title, the only title you DESERVE, to Bernie freaking Sanders? Fact. You not deserving to be in a number one contenders match for the Universal title, but it doesn't matter because this is the closest you're going to get to the title because you are NOT getting through me to challenge Chris Chaos? Also FACT.

Oh and this "mid carder" has also held the top championship in this company, the same title you are NEVER getting your hands on, EVER, also FACT.

And your fabrications didn't start and end with the note from your brother in your promo either. You beat two champions at once? That's a lie because there was only ONE champion in that match other then yourself with the meaningless heavymetalweight championship and that was Chris Chaos, Thomas Nixon may of been TV champion when the match was booked but he wasn't champion going into the match now was he? When do the lies you make to make yourself look better end Reno? You bragging I haven't beat two champions at once? Neither have you though? More fabrications. You know what I have done though? Held two major titles at once, the Universal and World Tag Team Championships, FACT, can YOU say you've done that? No of course you can't, FACT.

See? I bring nothing but FACTS, go ahead and continue with your LIES.

Nobody wants to see Gabe Reno vs Chris Chaos for the Universal Championship except for Gabe Reno. Chris Chaos certainly doesn't want to face you and no before you say it, its not because he's scared of you. He's already BEAT you, by pinning you, clean...1..2..3. Unlike your "win" over him in that triple threat, where you "beat" Chris Chaos by pinning Thomas Nixon. The same way you "beat" me in that Shove it Royal Rumble when me and you didn't even interact any point during that match. FACT. Go rewatch the match if you're too stupid or deluded to remember. You didn't beat me, and you didn't beat Chaos, not directly. You're not better then Chaos and you're certainly not better then Mr Fn'' Dominance. Did you miss the several times in Chaos promos where he called you undeserving and stated the only reason you got your shot was because I was too busy smacking St Diabolicus all over the cruise ship? Did you? There's a reason Chaos keeps mentioning me. There's a reason I got given a Wild Card for the chamber match, which you didn't and then failed to win one off Chaos because you suck. Because you can shit on my accomplishments all you want, at least people will remember mine in a few decades time and remember me and that's because I'm a big name, one of the biggest this company has had, that's why I've been on several PPV posters and main evented more PPV matches then you've won matches in XWF so far. Because I'm the one with the drawing power, the star power, the skill and the in ring credibility, and I'm the one that looks and presents themselves as a champion, and not a whiny mop headed bitch. Trax vs Chris Chaos is where the money is and the match that will bring viewership and ratings through the roof and luckily for the fans, management and pretty much everyone else except you that's the match that's going to happen.

Ugh goddamn... and you continue with more lies in your promos Reno? Saying I never win on Warfare when since I've been back I've only lost once on Warfare in a triple threat and it wasn't ME that got pinned in the match but our now current Universal Champion? Every other match on Warfare I've had so far I've won, and one of them was against a former Hart Champion and now former Universal Champion in Peter Gilmour and another was against a former Intercontinental Champion, who beat ME to become the champion, and tag team champion in Makaveli? And if those guys are nobodies what does that make you? Don't get me wrong Peter Gilmour and Makaveli aren't exactly the cream of the crop, but both of them have had more success in this company then you have had and ever will if I have anything to say about it and believe me, I do.

I said in my last promo you haven't said or done anything to make me take you seriously and unfortunately that still stands, all you do is shout randomly and say a bunch of shit which is 80% fabricated or nonsensical hoping that is sticks, there is nobody ahead of me on the food chain, one on one nobody stacks up to me, Chaos and D'Ville being the only ones that come close.I have both of those guys in my sights. I've been wanting to face the Doc since I joined XWF and Chaos obviously has something I want, you Reno? You're not on my radar, and you're certainly not above me on the food chain, more fabrications, I may not be the current champion but I am still one of the biggest dogs in the XWF and when I tear through you and rip that title out of Chaos or Peters or possibly even Unknown Soldiers hands if he actually puts the crack pipe down long enough to remember he can cash in at any time I will prove that statement to be an undeniable FACT. But please continue with your lies and fabrications I REALLY look forward to hearing what utter nonsense you come out with next. Peace for now.

Trax smiles and puts his headphones back in going back to the punching bag to resume his workout as the scene fades.

Several Days Ago.

Shane Grimson stands outside the old FCW building in New York City, which housed all of the companies shows before the company went worldwide. Shane was in prison during the time the company transcended globally, and that burned him inside, the notion that he, the greatest in ring competitor that abysmal company had ever seen had been discarded to the side while the company sky rocketed to new heights in the main stream... but that didn't matter, that burning hatred was going to slowly fade away, just as soon as he done serving the appropriate justice to those who had wrong him. The grey skies open up and rain pours from the heavens but Shane still stands motionless staring at the building until a voice behind him causes him to stir.

Mr Grimson.

Grimson turns around to see the man who addressed him, a chubby balding man in a suit holding a clipboard.

If you're satisfied, I can go ahead and finalize this paperwork?

Grimson simply nods, not uttering a word.

Very well, not sure what you plan to do with it, but congratulations, you are now the rightful owner of this property.

Grimson stares back at the building and smiles.

Time for Operation: Executioner to begin.

Fade.

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