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Mr Killjoy · (03-07-2017)

Agent Reeves sits in the back of the Chevrolet SUV, the windows are blacked out stopping everyone from outside seeing into the interior as the car maneuvers through the New York streets. Agent Reeves, if nothing else, was a man of privacy after all, confidentially, just like the confidential documents filed into a folder he was currently skimming through. Agent Reeves look up from the documents and looks into rear view mirror staring at his drivers face, a blonde woman, wearing sunglasses and decked out in all black leather.

Are we close?

The woman looks into the rear view mirror, staring back at Agent Reeves.

About 20 or so minutes, sir.

Excellent, and we're sure he's home?

Affirmative.

Excellent, no better time to pay him a friendly visit.

Agent Reeves smiles and stares back at the documents in his lap, the camera switches to focus on what he's looking at.

Name: Carlos Johnson
Other Alias: Trax, Mr FN' Dominance
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: African American
DOB: July 3rd 1991 (25 Years Old)
Birthplace: Brooklyn, New York
Known Associates: Jackie Taylor, Paul Hunter, Joshua Hovah (Deceased)
Occupation: Professional Wrestler (Xtreme Wrestling Federation)
Known Superhuman Abilities: Energy Projection, Teleportation, Accelerated Healing (Manually Triggered)
Origin of Superhuman Abilities: Illegal Molecular Alteration experiment conducted by Joshua Hovah
Other Skills/Additional Notes: Skilled combatant due to history of amateur boxing, street fighting and professional wrestling, possesses peak human strength, endurance and reflexes, skilled Marksman.
Action to be taken: Possible recruitment- DO NOT ENGAGE IN A HOSTILE MANNER, AVOID PROVOKING HOSTILITY IF POSSIBLE.

Agent Reeves looks out the window and smiles as the driver continues to drive to their destination as the scene fades.

...

The scene opens in Trax's office, where we find Mr FN' Dominance at his office desk, shit eating grin and all.

Settle down kiddos its story time. There was a man by the name of Scully, from Birmingham, England. Now for those that DON'T know, I actually have quite a few friends from England and they described Birmingham to me as basically being the skid mark of the Mid-West region in England with their benefit scrounging, chav clothes wearing, gonorrhoea spreading inhabitants with horrendous accents, arguably the worst accents in the UK. What better way to describe Scully, like his hometown is a skid mark to his home country, he is a skid mark to XWF that does nothing but manage to stink up the place with his shitastic odour. Lets look at Scullys career shall we, not from the beginning since he's been here for a long time and I don't care to go that far back and in all honesty I doubt anyone CARES to listen about Scullys career for too long. I'll look at it from when I first arrived, when I first turned up on the scene Scully was a part of the now disbanded Black Hand, which members consisted of himself, Morbid Angel, Muddy Waters, and their leader, The Pest. Scully being the lovable

he was at the time, who carried the groups bags as they attempted to collectively carry him to relevancy and glory and failed numerous times, I mean this was the guy that previously teamed with MAVERICK and somehow looked like the shittier of the two and it was literally Mavericks gimmick to shit himself. The group faded into obscurity after Pest disappeared after failing to win the Xtreme Championship at Bad Medicine, causing Scully to go solo, and what did Scully seek to do upon becoming a lone

? He sought to steal my glory by taking my Xtreme Championship, now I've already gone through this, you all know this part of the story, Scully failed, however I don't think I went into what happened after the match. Pest reappeared from obscurity and got one of his rape victims to SHOOT poor Scully, bare in mind Morbid Angel, Scullys former stablemate, had ALSO turned his back on Scully attacking him on Warfare weeks before Relentless to force his way into mine and Scully's Xtreme Championship match. So not one but TWO of Scullys former stable mates turned on Scully and sought him physical harm, what does this show? It shows Scully is a worthless skid mark as aforementioned, that even two sick an twisted degenerates such as Morbid Angel and Pest seeked to wipe out of XWF.

Next chapter, after Scullys former stablemates turned their back on him and for good reason, Scully continued to attempt to pursue glory as a singles competitor and continued to fail, getting numerous title shots and opportunities but always coming up short, meanwhile I was main eventing and winning 24/7 briefcases and titles, but anyway, War Games came along and we all know what happened there, Scully got to rub shoulders with a winner like me before having to resume being a loser again afterwards, things didn't change for Scully for long. Actually they DID somewhat, Scully, formerly a

, miraculously developed a fully functioning brain, this however didn't improve his wrestling ability in the slightest and he didn't rack up more wins because of it, in fact, he became a worse competitor because he lost the only thing that made him remotely entertaining and likeable in an out the ring. He then decided to utilize a rap gimmick which fell flatter than his title pursuits, then if that wasn't enough as I mentioned in my first promo he joined THE UNION and attempted to take over the XWF with Tush and Mcbride...

Trax stops to chuckle.

Like seriously what the fuck was you thinking? Tush and McBride? May as well of recruited Shade while you was at it. Anyway that too just like everything else Scully touches fell flat because The Union got stopped before they could even get any momentum running because yours truly, Trax, retired their leader Tush, ridding the XWF of the worst stable leader and pornstache owner the company has ever seen. Things actually looked up for Scully after that though, as he hit pay dirt and somehow, someway, lucked his way into a Universal Championship match against Vinnie Lane and won definitively , if you choose to ignore the fact that Lane wrestled him while having a literal career ending medical condition which is the same reason Scully is this far in the tournament I'd like to point out once again. I've already been through what happened next, Scullys worst of all time contender worthy title reign was cut short by Peter, fast-forward: Xtreme title...Ghost Tank...haha say no more. Repeated failure after repeated failure, every time you a gain a fraction of momentum, someone comes along and puts you back in your place Scully. I bet you feel like you've got all the momentum in the world getting this far but here I am also this far and I'm about to put you back in your place. What's next for you then? Are you going to attempt to reinvent yourself like you tried to when you went from

to slightly-less

overnight? Because that's what you do right, attempt to reimage yourself to attempt to get over, hey does anyone remember when Scully dressed like a comic book superhero? Or when Scully wore that face mask once that one time on Warfare with no explanation whatsoever? Yeah I barely remember those incidents too but they actually happened, that's just how much of a bottom feeder you are, no matter what titles you win or how much you try to reimage yourself you just can't get over and everything you do is forgettable, you're a former Universal Champion and there's people that will never ever win that title that can't even take you seriously, that's how bad you are.

A total failure, that's what you ultimately are.

So its fitting your teamed with Bourbon because he too has had a career of failures here. That's right kiddos story time still going on up in this bitch so sit the fuck down. There was a man called Robbie Bourbon, who claimed to be a Man Of The People and upon his debut promised he was going to take the world by storm, Bourbon started practically the same time I did, just a few weeks apart, however while I was going on to win championships and superstar of the months awards and so on and so forth Bourbon just couldn't get any steam going, you had this mountain of a man with bullet proof skin, on paper he should of steam rolled the competition and quickly achieved success like I did but I digress, appearance isn't everything it seems. This walking tank repeatedly failed to steam roll anybody, until recently when he FINALLY managed to do what I did literally weeks after my debut and win a major singles championship, well, not so major since its The Hart title, but a championship nonetheless. Before that the only other slightly significant title Bourbon had touched was the World Tag Team Championships, but he didn't win those, he literally found them in the trash and quickly lost them to D'Ville and Unknown Solider, and just WHO was Bourbons chosen mystery partner in that tag match?

Scully.

How perfect, you two have already lost matches and failed together, and now, this upcoming Warfare you two are going to fail together AGAIN.

The story of your lives.

Bourbon I've seen your promos, both of them that you made one after the other, you've already put in as much promo work against me as you did when you was teamed with me, that says a lot, but anyway... you wanna talk about I'm 0-2 in "legitimate" Universal matches, cashing in my EARNED briefcase to challenge Lane for the title was a legitimate win so make that 1-2, feel free to say otherwise but if you win the briefcase and cash it in you'll be singing a different tune, good job that's not going to happen though so you won't have to worry about looking like a hypocrite. You're not one to talk about failing to win championships though considering you're like 1-48625 in overall title matches. Another thing. management have gone on record in the past stating former Universal Champions cannot challenge for the Hart title, if that rule has recently changed then happy days you may actually get some decent challengers, not me though, because I don't want to settle for the Hart title and pink and white aren't my colours... I'm all about gold you feel me?

I will say one thing though, I agree with you that we did get the job done effectively last Warfare, of course because I was on the team. I was scared you was going to cost us, you almost did with your refusal to tag and glory hogging during the first half of the match but I worked around it and put Trump away while you stood their gawking, regardless you've improved since the last time we partnered up, you went from getting eliminated by the likes of Seth Feder to being able to hold your own against Doc, congratulations, of course I was able to more then handle Doc myself which I showed but it was impressive and unexpected that YOU was able to do that, so there you go I admit it, you surprised me. What happens at Warfare however, will not be a surprise, I am going to advance and you will be left eating my dust. You think you got one over me because of what happened in the chamber? Let me explain what I meant by "regular moves" not that I should have to because it obvious, it took you jumping from the chamber CEILING to pin me Bourbon, a regular frog splash or your little Robbie Bomb wouldn't of cut it against me not with how motivated I was in that chamber, you eliminated and almost killed yourself just to pin me, let that sink in, you didn't get one over me, you weren't standing over me in that chamber as I was laid out in defeat. We were both KO'd and needed assistance getting to our feet, if you think that proves you're better then me you're in for an extreme disappointment, you've never crossed me fully, we've never had a straight up one on one. I took some of your best shots in that triple threat match with Chris Chaos and you had to resort to pinning him dirty because you wasn't able to pin me, NEITHER of you were able, I took your BEST shot in the chamber and you was as hurt as I was if not more afterwards , Wednesday Warfare I'm going to give you or Scully or both MY best shot and I promise you, the end result will be you and Scully both being eliminated from the Lethal Lottery tournament. It doesn't matter WHICH Scully turns up, its still Scully and that right there tells me you're screwed and are not coming out of this the winner.

But enough about you Bourbon or that idiot Brummie bum partner of yours. Jim Caedu... I'm glad you've acknowledged my talents and athletic acumen, you're a smarter man then most others here apparently, and more skilled than the average wrestler here considering how quickly you've amassed championship glory here, you've been much more impressive than say...Scully and Bourbon when they started out, not so much my level but hey maybe one day you'll get there, one thing though, I am the sole reason my team in round 1 advanced and Buronan has even pretty much gone on record to admit that and as much as Bourbon might not want to admit it, he wouldn't still be in the tournament if it wasn't for me, so its funny I'm now going to be the reason he gets eliminated from it, because I promise you that you don't have to worry about ME letting this team down and I'm choosing to believe you when you say you're not going to let either of us down either. Another thing, I can totally refuse to take our opponents seriously if I know what they're capable of, Bourbons good but as I've said, he's not good enough to carry Scully to a victory who WILL, rest assured, turn out to be more of a detriment than a saving grace for Bourbons hopes of winning this match. Finally, forget your "friendship" with Bourbon, in XWF nobody is really your friend, everyone is out for themselves and will turn on you at a moments notice if they feel like doing so will advance their careers in some way, ask Scully. Bourbon would just as quickly Robbie Bomb you as he would shake your hand don't get it twisted, so Wednesday when you stare across the ring at him, don't let it be a friend you see, see him for what he actually is, an enemy, an enemy that is looking to crush YOUR hopes and dreams in spite of his own, are you going to let that slide?

Trax shakes his head.

Of course not. Wednesday, be prepared to do WHATEVER it is you have to do to help our team secure the win, because you already know I'm going into this match with that mentality and you can bet your ass so are Bourbon and Scully.You're wrong about something, its not US that have our work cut out for us, its them, they know that so if they sense any hesitation or doubt they will use that to their advantage...however remove all doubts and thoughts of friendship out your head and focus on the task at hand and Bourbon and Scully will most definitely do what they're accustomed to doing, fail. Trax and Caedus will advance even further, while the never ending, recurring story of failure for Bourbon and Scully will continue to write itself. The End.

Just as Trax finishes, Jackie pokes her head through the open door to his office.

Trax, someone's just pulled up outside the front gates, check the camera feed, I have no idea who it is.

Trax tunes into the front gate camera from his laptop, a CCTV image appears on the screen and Trax sees a black vehicle outside the front gates, the back door opens and a man with slicked back hair in a suit steps out, he looks up at the camera and smiles. Jackie walks up to Trax's desk leaning forward staring at the man on the screen, who has now begun waving at the camera, alongside Trax.

You recognise him?

No I don't.

What the Hell does he want?

No idea but I'm gonna go find out... wait here.

Trax teleports out the office, seconds later he's outside the front gate directly in front of the man who steps back in shock at Trax's sudden appearance.

Oh wow, you startled me.

That was the idea, who are you and what do you want?

Ah so you're the almighty Trax, so nice to meet you, Reeves is the name, and what I want is a moment of your time.

Trax looks the man up and down, before shrugging.

Go on...

Can we not do this inside?

No, out here is fine, the weathers nice.

Ah...I see, well Trax, I work for a particular group of people who have taken an interest to your..recent activities, most honourable I must say. You have gifts, great gifts, that can be utilized and prove to be most beneficial to our country... if utilized in the proper manner that is.

Hold up right there, so you're with the government? Did TRUMP put you up to this?

Agent Reeves smiles and shakes his head.

Government? Not exactly, and I'm not working for Trump... but the people I work for have just as much power and influence all the same.

Oh yeah? Who are these people?

Ah, there's the thing, they've requested you be formally introduced to them, I can take you to them, they have a base of operations right here in New York.

Trax scratches his stubble momentarily

In all honesty...Reeves was it? That sounds... mighty obscure... and shady as Hell... so I'm going to have to pass on that, tell whoever it is you work for exactly I said thanks... but no thanks, now if you excuse me I'm going to go back inside.

Wait, I would consider otherwise... Carlos.

Oh! You know my real name! Everyone knows my real name, you're not spooking me.

True, but how many people know you're responsible for the deaths of Madame and Lucius Frey among others, as arguably noble as those killings were, they were still killings all the same and are still punishable by the law.

Trax walks towards Reeves getting right up in his face so the two are nose to nose.

Not quite sure how you know that but... are you threatening me? You the police?

Heh, no I'm not the police.

Then... get the fuck away from my house.

Reeves holds his hands up submissively and takes a step back still smiling.

Very well Carlos, although I doubt its the last we will see each other, farewell.

Reeves opens the back door of the car and gets back in, the driver inside hits the gas and the cars wheels screech on the gravel and kick dust before the car drives off, Trax watches it as it does, when it finally disappears from view, Trax teleports back to his office where Jackie is sitting on his desk, who had been watching the whole confrontation on the camera feed. She looks at Trax as he reappears and raises an eyebrow.

Couldn't get a clear audio, what was that about?

Trax pauses for a moment, before finally shrugging.

Nothing...just a huge rich fan that wanted something.

Jackie rolls her eyes and gets off the desk, walking up to Trax and kissing him on the lips before heading towards the door.

People ALWAYS seem to want something.

Trax sits back down at his desk and watches Jackie as she leaves the room.

Yeah...story of my life.

Meanwhile...

Agent Reeves is in the back seat of the SUV, he calls a number on his phone and waits for someone on the other end to pick up, which they do prompting him to speak.

He was....non compliant, what shall we do now?

Agent Reeves listens to the person on the other end, before smiling and nodding.

Affirmative.

Agent Reeves ends the call and continues to smile staring out the window once more as the scene fades.

To Be Continued.

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