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Mr Killjoy · (07-25-2017)

THE STORY THUS FAR...

Recently, Trax has found himself plagued with visions in his sleep and even conscious hallucinations of the original Shane Grimson, the disgruntled ex-wrestler turned homicidal crime boss that Trax killed in his prison cell when Grimson orchestrated an assassination attempt on Trax's life after Trax had him arrested concluding their violent encounter prior. Not only had Trax found himself haunted by visions of the man he had not long ago killed, he also found himself unable to properly use his powers, as any attempt in doing so would cause him great pain. Shane Grimson explained to Trax in a dream that Grimson had set up a countermeasure should Trax of killed him, a curse created by black magic which would see Grimson's "soul" merge with Trax's mind after his death and slowly take over, the end result being Grimson being "reborn", in Trax's body. Grimson's soul " trapped" inside Trax's mind, smugly explained that Trax's regenerative powers were preventing Grimson from taking over, however, it was using up all of Trax's power to do it and in turn that was the reason Trax was unable to use his powers, and any attempt to do so would cause Trax pain or even worse, allow Grimson to successfully take over his mind. Seeking help, Trax turned to his friend Paul Hunter who tracked down a young scientist who was a fan of Trax's superhuman exploits and who after being informed of the situation by Paul, had created a serum based on Trax's previously collected DNA samples which he believed would "cure" him of his problem by boosting his powers and in turn amping his regenerative abilities. Although the serum at first seemed to of been a success, with Trax instantly receiving a power surge, the effects were short lived and Trax suddenly was overcome by a great deal of physical trauma that caused him to collapse. While Trax laid unconscious, the mental prison that Grimson's soul found itself in within Trax's mind begins to show signs of cracking. Trax wakes up, demanding Paul and the scientist leave him, seemingly shaken and somewhat frustrated, regardless of this, Trax sets out for Berlin to have his Round One King Of The Ring tournament match against St Diabolicus on Wednesday Warfare...

July 19th, Wednesday Warfare.

The scene opens and we witness the final moments of Trax's match with St Diabolicus, Trax unleashes a series of lightening fast punches, his signature TRAX FLURRY move before kicking St Diabolicus in the gut and executing the O.T.M!

Luca: Oh Shit, Trax killed off the fake Devil off his head!

Trax immediately pins him!...

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Winner and advancing in the KOTR Tournament - Trax

Trax is about to leave the ring when suddenly he stops himself and turns back to look at St Diabolicus who is still laid out on the canvas. Trax rubs his stubble before walking up to St Diabolicus and helping him up.

Nice display of showmanship by Trax here.

Trax then mouths something inaudible to Diabolicus before grabbing him by his hair and throwing him through the top and middle ropes out the ring! Trax rolls out the ring after Diabolicus and scoops him up...ODE TO MACHINE on the ring apron! Diabolicus goes down and Trax picks him up once again setting him up for yet another jackknife powerbomb...ODE TO MACHINE on the crowd barrier! Trax picks up Diabolicus and rolls him back into the ring!

So much for showmanship! The match is over and yet Trax has seemingly snapped here and is continuing his assault! What has gotten into him!?

I don't know but I love it!

Trax picks up Diabolicius slapping him across the face a couple times before pushing him hard into the ropes, Diabolicius bounces off them and stumbles back towards Trax wh-TRAP SILENCER! Diabolicius goes down once again! But Trax isn't done! He rolls out the ring and pulls out a steel chair from under the apron and slides back into the ring with the weapon, he stands over the fallen Diabolicius with a twisted smile on his face as the fans boo him, clearly not liking this unnecessary violence from Mr Dominance. Trax however doesn't seem to give a damn as he repeatedly brings the steel chair down on Diabolicius's head and chest! The chair shots keep coming until finally ring officials run down the ramp with Theo Pryce behind them guiding traffic. The ring officials enter the ring and Trax immediately hits the nearest one over the head with the steel chair! The others scramble back out the ring fearing for their safety. Theo Pryce makes his way down the ring and is screaming at Trax to get out the ring right now. Trax simply spits on the ground and smiles before finally dropping the chair and walking away from Diabolicus who is laying in a pool of blood. Trax rolls out the ring and walks right past Theo ignoring him as he makes his way up the ramp.

Trax has lost it! I don't think I've ever seen this side to him, this doesn't bode well for the other members of the XWF roster.

This is fucking great! I can't wait to see who is going to be Trax's next victim.

Trax continues to walk up the ramp as Theo watches him and as the ring officials tend to Diabolicus and the official that got hit with the chair in the ring as the scene cuts to commercials.

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Backstage at Wednesday Warfare, mere moments after his brutal and unnecessary attack on St Diabolicus that shocked the XWF Universe, Trax can be seen storming through the hallways, Steve Sayors rapidly approaches Trax from the opposite direction.

Um, Trax?

Without saying a word Trax barges past SS so forcefully he staggers back and almost trips over his own feet as Trax continues walking ignoring everyone he sees, until he sees someone that makes him stop dead in his tracks. His good friend Paul Hunter, standing outside Trax's locker room.

Sup brother?

Paul, what you doing here?

I came here to make sure YOU was OK, and you're clearly not, what the fuck was that shit you did out there man? Attacking the devil guy after you won the match like that? Even hitting an official with a steel chair? Whats gotten INTO you man.

How did you get backstage without me vouching for you?

You know me, connections, but you didn't answer my goddamn question, what the fuck was that shit you just pulled out there?

They deserved it.

What?

St Diabolicus deserved it for wasting my time, he didn't deserve a match with me, he doesn't deserve to be in the same company.I fixed that problem, he won't be seen or heard from again, THIS time for good, and as for that official well, he deserved it simply for getting in my way, and now you are in the way of my locker room so please Paul, step aside.

Those are you reasoning's? Damn Trax think we're gonna need to get that head checked, something is definitely bugging up in there.

I'm fine, now like I said, step aside.

Or what, you gonna attack me too?

I don't want to hurt you man. Step aside.

Paul begins to walk towards Trax.

Dude I'm you're friend, your best friend, shit right now your ONLY friend and you're gonna listen to m-

I said...STEP ASIDE.

Trax extends out his hand...and a ball of energy shoots out and hits Paul directly in the chest! Paul goes flying backwards and hits the wall besides Trax's door and slumps down to the ground motionless, Trax looks at his hands, which are shaking, before hurrying into his locker room throwing on a shirt and jeans, not bothering to change his wrestling trunks or boots. Trax gathers his bag on the bench and leaves the locker room, he looks down at Paul who is still laid out next to the door, however Paul is now groaning slightly while holding his head. Trax looks at his hands then back at Paul, before walking off head bowed towards the exit.

The Next Day.

Trax is his office in his New York estate, staring blankly into space. Jackie opens the door to the office and walks in.

OK you going to explain what the fucks going on? You'e been distant and damn near non responsive since you've been back, and then Paul calls me telling me what happened? You ATTACKED him, he had to go hospital Trax, and your powers, how are you able to use them again, I thought...

Jackie, just leave me be.

Um, EXCUSE me? I am your fiance, I love you, Paul loves you, something is clearly fucking up with you and we're just trying to help.

Maybe I don't NEED or WANT yours or anyone's help, maybe I just want people to back the fuck up off me and stop being such Goddamn nuisances, ever thought of that?

Jackie's eyes widen and her jaw drops, she stands there momentarily simply staring down Trax before spinning on her heels and walking out the office slamming the door behind her. Trax continues to sit there, staring into space, minutes pass, time goes by, until short while later Jackie once again opens the door to the office.

I'm going to go stay at a friends for awhile, I'll come back when you call me when you decide you need and want me to support you and apologise for what you said not long ago.

Jackie waits for a response.She doesn't get one. She shakes her head in disbelief and slams the office door shut once again as the scene as the scene fades.

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Whats happening to me?

Trax stares at Shane Grimson, who is encased in the glass box, which is back in perfect condition, no crack in sight.

I...I attacked Paul...almost KILLED St Diabolicus...drove away Jackie...this...

Trax shakes his head.

This isn't me, this is you,YOU'RE doing this.

Grimson laughs, then nods.

It is, you're mind has finally broken just enough for me to be able to slip through...so to speak.

Trax shakes his head once again.

I'm going to fight this, you're not going to win.

I'm afraid to tell you Trax, but I already have.

Grimson extends out his hands and the glass box around him shatters to a million pieces, Trax steps back as Grimson points a finger at Trax, the pieces of glass fly towards Trax tearing at his flesh, Trax screams as he drops to the ground and the pieces of flying glass proceed to circle him, before almost instantly reforming into a large glass case, with the torn up and weakened Trax trapped inside, banging on the glass to no avail.

I'm in the drivers seat now, some resemblance of your personality will remain but don't get confused, I'm in control.

NO! NO! NO!

Trax continues to punch, elbow and kick the glass to no use as Grimson just stands and watches, smiling.

Don't fret Trax, I'm not going to ruin your life completely, that would be TOO EASY, in fact you may be surprised to know I plan to do the opposite.

Trax stops hitting the glass, confused as to what Grimson is talking about.

I'm going to do something which you will HATE more than anything, I'm going to prove that I can be a better YOU...than YOU ever could.

What...no...you can't do that.

Oh I can and I will, I can do whatever I want, I'm FREE.

With those words, a red door appears behind the now "free" Shane Grimson out of thin air, he turns to it and puts his hand on the handle, looking back smiling at Trax who has resumed shouting and banging on the glass, before opening the door and stepping inside the black void beyond.

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Trax wakes up and sits up in his bed, he turns to look next to him where Jackie usually is sleeping right next to him, but she isn't there. Trax gets out of his bed and heads to the bathroom, running the cold tap water and cupping his hands under it to gather some before splashing it on his face. Trax then looks at the mirror hanging above the sink basin, looking at his reflection.Everyone looks normal, save for his eyes... which are glowing red. Trax smiles before heading back to his bed room.

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"I'm free"

The camera shows a close up of Trax, wearing a black hoodie, his back turned.

Thats what I thought, as I was caving St Diabolicus's skull in with a steel chair last Wednesday Warfare, watching his blood spill out of his head and seep into the canvas. Free of the frustrations built up due to the inexcusable shortcomings suffered lately, mostly in bullshit tag team matches or multi man matches where I never even got pinned. Thats not to say I hadn't suffered defeat in singles competition either, most recently failing to beat Doc at High Stakes. MOST people fail to beat Doc, but I don't give a fuck about "most people". I'm not "most people", I know who I am, I know what I am, and I know what I'm capable of. If people are unsure, just refer to my actions last Wednesday. I'm free.Free of the RESTRICTIONS, the limitations, its all good to be one of the most skillful wrestlers walking the planet but without that "Willing to do anything" attitude, then all that skill is USELESS, its WASTED. No more. No more restrictions, no more limitations, I will do whatever I have to do to not just win matches, but to prove a point. I will do anything to anyone at anytime and there is not a damn thing anyone can do to STOP me. Certainly nothing anybody currently in this King of The Ring tournament can do to stop me, King of the Ring? Theres already a bunch of so called KINGS running around, fuck being a King,the way I'm looking to tear through this tournament, and then the devour the entire roster to get back to the top, I plan to come across more beast than man. More monster than King.

Thaddeus Duke, did you daddy ever read your bedtime stories about monsters? I can only assume someone who refers to themselves as the "Lord of Darkness" would find it appropriate telling stories that will leave you pissing the bed at night. You know, stories about things that go bump in the night, stories about things lurking under your bed, maybe he told you these entities were real, maybe he told you they just existed in imagination, or maybe he didn't tell you anything because he didn't care to read you bedtime stories because he doesn't care for you at all, thats not me taking a shot by the way I have a deadbeat father too, join the club, thats something we've got in common. The one thing we have in common.

If by any chance, your father DID tell you Monsters don't exist then well that would make him the Lord of Lies as well as darkness, I assure you if you don't know already, they most certainly do and I assure you, you're going to find that out next Wednesday Warfare. For whatever reason, the powers that be, your Uncle, has decided that you need to lose the Xtreme Championship for the second time within a month. For whatever reason, the powers that be have decided that Thaddeus Duke needs to be destroyed.

I can already hear your obnoxious childish laughter at that remark, a display of your youthful naivety. I know you heard me proclaim backstage I was going to win this tournament and in the process snatch that title from you stubby little fingers, and I heard you go "Pffft" in disbelief. You honestly are stupid enough to think I won't kill you in that ring, much less take that title off you. Have wins against the likes of Jack Cain and a shell of former self Chris Chaos boosted your ego that much Duke? Disregarding the fact you've stumbled against pretty much every top talent you've gone up against since you've been here, and nothings going to change, don't let James Raven backing you up fool you. You may of impressed him in your match against him but all I saw was another loss on your record column against someone that actually somewhat matters. Honestly the only reason you're the Xtreme Champion right now is because that fool Raven willingly handed it over because he thinks he's going on to win the Universal Championships, haha, that strap around your waist? Consolation Prize; "Hey kid, I whooped your ass and took your title but I'm moving on to bigger things so...here you go...take it back". And you have the nerve to think you're a rightful champion? You make me sick.

I know you call your finisher " Better Than You" but no Thaddeus, so called champion or not you're not better than me. Son of Sebastian Duke or not you're not better than me. I know you've made it a point several times in your career that you're not him and you are absolutely right, you're not him. You'll never surpass his level and you'll never be on mine either. What exactly makes you think you're better than me boy? In the past you've spoke down to me while looking up, I'm above you in all sense of the meaning you fucking idiot. You went all out against Jim Caedus and still couldn't get the job done against him, but I did and will so again after he takes back the title. My performance last Warfare was so dominant, my actions afterwards so profound that I shot up the rankings after a period of losses and sporadic matches by 10 points.So if I was to accomplish that simply by beating St Diabolicus and doing what I did to him during and after the match, what do you think beating you, current #3 in the rankings and the current soon to be former X-Treme champion, will do for me? What do you think I'm looking to do to you to make sure I accomplish that?

"I will do anything to anyone at anytime" and thats a promise, not a threat, currently Thaddeus Duke you're standing in the way of me winning this tournament, currently you're standing in my way in the rankings and standing in the way of me securing the top spot which is sure to guarantee me a Universal Contender ship opportunity. You're standing in my way, you've shown disrespect towards me on several instances most recently shrugging at my comments like I'm just another one of these enchantment talents you're used to going up against and squashing easily. And for that...I hate you Thaddeus Duke, I hate everything about you, as a person and as a professional wrestler, I hate your look, your move set. I hate your stupid smirk, your ridiculous wrestling attire, your family lineage, fuck you and your father, who is still "Better Than You" even retired the stupid old relic.You're in my way and I fucking hate you for that. I want you gone, more importantly I want you to show me the respect I deserve, which is more than the respect you think YOU deserve but actually don't, dickhead. I'll beat the respect out of you too, even it kills me, even if it kills you, we've all signed the contracts, we all know the risks, you die in that ring thats not on me, shoulda never stepped foot in it to begin with. I already know how you're going to respond to all this, you will shrug, you will dismiss, and you will smile while basically stating over your dead body, well so be it, Thaddeus Duke, I can arrange that.

I'm not holding back, some will say my words are cold and ruthless, more recent and future actions even more so. Some won't like the change, and I am...changing...but change is necessary, and a requirement to progression. I feel reborn. Brand new. Mr Fn' Dominance is dead. Old Trax is dead. But Thaddeus, don't think this is one of those " I'm repackaged and better than ever!" cliches, because I don't NEED to use bullshit like that against you. I may be claiming to feel like almost a different man...so to speak, but don't get it confused, you wouldn't of beaten the old Trax either so as far as you're concerned...whether I'm the same Trax or not is actually rather irrelevant in this case. Sorry to break it to you. Its fitting though, the Xtreme Championship was the first title I won here in XWF, so its only fitting that now I'm reborn so to speak I win back that title and in turn give that new life too, since its currently all but dead and valueless around your worthless waist. Get ready child, I'm coming for you.

Trax finally turns to face the camera, showing his glowing red eyes.

Boo.

Trax laughs as screen goes static.

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