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Mr Killjoy · (02-06-2016)

THE STORY THUS FAR...

The stage was set, at Snow Job XWF Universal Champion Trax, and IWGP/CCWF Champion Vinnie Lane, would clash to see who would become the first ever UNDISPUTED champion! The week leading up to the match, "Mr FN' Dominance" turned over a new leaf somewhat, using his scientifically granted superhuman powers in acts of heroism, as opposed to the acts he had previously used them for, like acts of cold revenge when he used his powers to hunt down and kill his past tormentor Lucius Frey for example.

This particular very act came to haunt Trax however, as he found himself hunted down and abducted by Lucius Frey's daughter, Katrina Frey. Katrina looking to avenge her fathers death at Traxs hand had captured both him and his Fiance Jackie, with plans to kill them both, but not before torturing Trax with an improved version of the neurotoxin her father Lucius Frey had used on Trax months before. With both his and his fiances wife in imminent danger, Trax was forced to fight and overcome a mental battle inside his own head against the "reborn" Lucius Frey. Trax won the battle, breaking free from his captivity to save himself and Jackie.

With the mental battle inside his own psyche won, Trax then had to refocus on beating his upcoming opponent Vinnie Lane in a much different physical real world battle to defend his XWF Universal Championship. However, despite putting on a classic match that nearly got the better of The Lover Boy and earned Trax even more respect with the fans and the other men and women in the locker room, Trax ultimately falls short and lost the match up...

January 30th

The scene opens at Trade Union Palace in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia. The fans are exiting the arena after witnessing a spectacular event, with shocking moments ad amazing matches such as Alexis Riot picking up the possibly biggest upset in XWFs history against The Doctor, Ginger Snaps making quick work of Morbid Angel to become the IC champ and the main event of Mr Dominance vs The Loverboy which had every fan in attendance on the edge of their seat throughout. The camera focuses on the fans leaving the stadium before switching to backstage where Trax, still in his wrestling gear, is in a medical room getting checked up on by one XWF doctors as he lays on a bed, his fiance Jackie and best friend Extreme Machine at his side. The doctor is flashing a small light in Trax's eyes before turning it off and nodding his head.

You took a real nasty bump to the head when you fall of that table, was worried you may of suffered a concussion but everything seems to be normal, just take it easy for a couple days, you went through Hell out there, both you and Lane did.

Trax nods and gingerly gets off the bed.

We may of both been through Hell and given each other everything we've got but...my everything just didn't match his, not tonight. Lane took a beating but he got the pay off of walking out with more gold he walked in with where as I...walk away with nothing.

Trax looks over to EM and Jackie.

Sorry for letting both of you down out there, guess you're going to have to wait awhile longer for that title shot Paul.

EM scoffs and shakes his head.

Let us down? Dude shut the fuck up. You put on a fucking CLINIC out there, best match I've ever seen you had, hell that match was up there with the battles me and you went through against and with each other. You didn't let anybody down. You may not be the Universal Champion, but tonight you proved you're still one of the best and deserve to be a main eventer title or no title. The fans agree by the sound of it. We're in Russia, you know how they feel about blacks, I mean just look at that Morbidly Old Guy he's a shining example...they were booing the shit out of your black ass at the start of the match, but near the middle and at the end those pops and Trax chants were deafening let me tell ya.

He's right baby, I had to put my ear muffs on, I mean I'd never thought I'd get sick of hearing people chant my babys name but they was this group of drunk men sitting next to us and they were REALLY loud.

Almost X-Bombed the lot of them.

The trio laugh, EM walks up to Trax and pats him on the back.

You'll get that title back in all due time, for now, lets worry about other shit, like where the Hell we're gonna go to grab a beer.

Actually...theres other issues I have at the moment.

Paul and Jackie look at each other then at Trax confused.

...like?

Ever since I escaped from wherever the fuck that Madame Frey bitch was holding me and Jackie at I've felt...different, like something was off, and now I think I know why.

Trax clenches his hand and opens it, clenches,opens, clenches, opens, he does this several times as EM and Jackie just look on confusion growing.

Baby?

My body is... drained...no matter how hard I try, I can't feel or generate energy or manipulate molecular space to "teleport"...

Wait, you're saying..

Yeah...my powers...

Trax looks at the both of them rather gloomily.

They're gone.

You're right...they DO seem to be no more.

We are now in J. Hovahs laboratory, 2nd February, three days after the Snow Job event. Trax is sitting in a chair next to the scientist who is looking at readings and scanning analysis data on the computer in front of him. The professor turns to Trax a puzzled expression on his wrinkled face.

These bio-scans are showing me that you're molecular structure has...somehow has reverted back to normal, your molecules were originally hyper charged which is what provided you your gifts but they now seem to be to back to normality levels. A most curious case. It seems whatever it was that that woman injected you with it restructured your bio-structure somehow.

So thats it, no more powers, they're gone for good?

Gone temporarily most definite, whether they well somehow re-boost themselves is at this moment...anyone's guess.

Is there no way you can like....I don't know, "jump start" me to get them to work again? What about that machine we used to give me the powers in the first place.

That machine was destroyed during the process, it would take me several months to fix it and go over the calibrations again...besides, considering the fact you almost died last time I don't think would be a good idea.

I see.

The professor registers the disappointed tone of Traxs voice and sighs.

Look son, I watched the news I know what you was getting up to, you was doing good, real good, but I guess you're just going to have to get used to being a normal human again, at least maybe for a while...forget about being a hero, just focus on your natural gifts, your wrestling, you CAN still wrestle right? As far as I'm aware you didn't need or use your powers in any of your wrestling matches when you had them.

Trax looks at the professor in a rather taken aback manner.

Excuse me? You damn right I didn't need to use my powers in my matches. You damn right I can still wrestle, did you WATCH Snow Job? I wrestle better than most people in the WORLD.

Sorry... I didn't mean to cause offence I...

No matter, you're right though, maybe I should be focusing on my wrestling, instead of sitting here annoyed I can't shoot beams out my goddamn hands...I need to go get myself booked into a match, right now, thanks for your time Professor. Be seeing you soon, well, maybe not.

Trax gets out the chair and storms towards the exit not allowing the professor a chance to get his words out quickly heading up the stairs leading out of the basement-turned-lab and out the door.

Hello XWF.

Trax is sitting at his office desk, looking as business ready as usual.

Its me Trax, Mr FN' Dominance, your FORMER Universal Champion. Yes...despite me trying my best efforts...Lane was the better man, that night. It was a close match, one for the ages, one that will be spoken about for months and years to come. We both gave it all in that ring, in a 3 Stages of Hell match which had to be taken to the third stage to declare a winner, something both me and Lane said and thought wouldn't happen but in retrospect I'm glad it did because we tore the roof down and stole the show and put on the match of the year, yeah I said, its February, and I'm going to go ahead and call that match match of 2016. Fuck it. But like I said...Lane walked away the winner...THAT night. I proved to him and to the entire world that I am one of the best walking this God Given mud ball and he showed me he realized that with his display of respect and showmanship at the end of the match. Respect I rightfully earned. I've been here less than a year and I am already mentioned among some of the greats here before me, and I'm far from done, as Lane pointed out I'm ONLY 24, I still have at least another five to ten years in me, they'll be plenty more Universal title reigns in my future, you can bet on that.

What? Did some of you people think I would disappear like so many others have when they've been knocked back? Fuck no. I'm a Boxer, I'm used to picking myself up when getting knocked down, I've done that shit all my life. I'm not going to sulk about what happened, I'm one of the best in the world...but so is Lane so losing to him is no embarrassment and its not a loss anyone will ever be able to hold against me since theres nobody on this roster that could of done better and I'll go ahead and prove that which is why I jumped at the chance to have a match at this upcoming Warfare. I pretty much offered an open challenge backstage, ready and willing to take on anyone and everyone despite the fact I am still aching and battered from my epic match at Snow Job, and of course, seeing a great opportunity I had one wishful thinker JUMP at the chance... the returning Fontanna.

Trax smiles.

But he's not the only one, the man we had all forgotten about, no not Fontanna, LeStrange, reared his ugly unwanted head once again and ALSO called me out literally hours after I accepted Fontanna's request to face me, so XWF management worked their magic and now us three gentleman now find ourselves in a three way dance I am to believe? Spleeeeendid.

Rolls eyes.

How I can't WAIT to waste my time and destroy two bottom feeders in the ring in what is bound to be at best a five minute match, and thats including the entrances, I mean come on now...Fontanna? LeStrange?

I was kinda hoping someone else would offer to face me, like maybe that Riot chick, or the Lizard guy, but hey...beggars can't be choosers right?

Hey Fontanna... how you been? Good I hope, last I saw you CCWF took you out and put you on the bench? Feeling better? Those boo boos healed? Great. Or maybe they haven't since you seem to be suffering a bit of Amnesia there kid.What was it you said?

Quote: Fontanna and Trax have met many times before. Every time ending the same way as the last, with Trax hand being raised at the end. Fontanna would come close on many occasions to finally defeating Trax but stupid mistakes and self doubt would lead to the all so somber One...Two...Three and Fontanna walking away the loser yet again.

Wow what a crock of shit, I'm not even trying to be harsh or "trash talk" here I'm legit insulted. First off, we haven't faced many times, we've had ONE match Fontanna, ONE. Please talk more about these "many occasions" and while you're at it explain to me and everyone else how you've "almost" beat me which is the part I'm insulted about. You been eating those Robbie Bourbon muffins? You delusional fuck. We had ONE match, it was a ELIMINATION HANDICAP match, me the X-Treme Champion, versus you and Nico Lavey, whoever pinned me would become the champion. I Trap Silenced and pinned Lavey literally seconds into the match then defeated you minutes after, you have never almost beat me, the match was a sugarcoated squash, I'll admit it, my first title defense as X-Treme Champion was basically a formality and an easy win, am I proud of it? No not really. Will I be proud of THIS win? No not really.

The truest thing you said in that quote was the part about you having doubts, yes you most certainly do, doubts you can beat me, doubts you can make it in XWF, and rightfully so, so far your career in XWF has been stacked with failure after failure, loss after loss, if I was you I'd doubt myself too, if you was clever, you'd be doubting your chances of coming close to winning this match, because I sure as hell am.

Quote:Well with all cliches aside...this is a different Fontanna then you have ever faced before Trax! Fear and self doubt have all but vanished and what stands before you now is a heartless monster aimed at righting injustices done to him by any means necessary! You have obviously had some success in this company and I will give credit were credit is due, but on February 10th you step inside the squared circle with a man that will stop at nothing short of tearing your fucking arms off to ensure he walks out with the victory! Plus after I beat you....the powers that be in the XWF will be forced to take notice and start giving me the title shots that I deserve! Believe the Hype Trax!

You say "all cliches aside" and then follow it instantly with a fucking cliche, are you actually

? Are you trying to piss me off? Its working. A different Fontanna? Why is that? Because oh you're a "heartless monster" that wears face paint and laughs like a madman in his promos now? Hey there was a guy called Carnage doing all that literally just the other week, ask him how that worked out for him, oh yeah he got thrown off a fucking building, by Scully of all people, another guy I've also beat, but he did a better job against me than you did and he spent half the match on his back while me and Morbid Angel fought, pussy.

Save it man, you come out with a new appearance and tell stories that you think sound dark and deep to come across as interesting and to get the fans to care about you and whatnot and it means fuck all to them or me. I don't care about your appearance or your bullshit stories, the only thing I need to know about you is something you told me the first and ONLY OTHER MAY I REMIND YOU time we faced off, you're a 15 plus year veteran in this business. 15 year veteran. That absolutely amazes me, you want to know why? Because man, in the 24 years of me living, I've never met a more incompetent person in my life.

I mean you can't win matches to save your life and not only that outside the ring you're totally clueless too, correct me if I'm wrong, but you made a return promo for the gauntlet match at Snow Job, but it didn't get accepted and you weren't in the match because when you sent the promo to XWF you didn't label it as a promo for the gauntlet match which was a clearly stated mandatory requirement if you wished to of been entered into the gauntlet match.

Thats right everybody...Fontanna managed to do the absolute fucking impossible and BOTCH HIS RETURN. "HAHAHAHAHA" as the wannabe joker clown says, hahahahahahah...

Trax legit begins to burst out laughing, he loses all composure and starts banging the desk with his fist while laughing his ass off.

Hahahaha...oh shit...oh man thats fucking incredible, cameraman I'm sorry lets have a time out I need a break from talking about that complete and utter fuck up, five minute break?

Camera man:: Sure.

FIVE MINUTES LATER.

We're back to Trax at his office desk looking serious once again.

OK I'm good. Fontanna, not only did you botch your return...you had the fucking nerve to recycle content from your void promo for Snow Job and use it in your promo against me and LeStrange? You have got to be kidding me. Are you even trying? New Fontanna you say? Why should I believe the words of a man who has failed to back up everything he has ever said here? Save your threats, they're as empty as your head. Get out of here with your recycling promo ass, I'm going to recycle you Wednesday because you're fucking trash.

Moving on.

Lets talk about the wild card in the match. LeStrange.

No, he isn't a wildcard because he is some mysterious and unpredictable figure... although thats what he would have you all believe. He's a wildcard because its anyone's guess if he will even actually show up, sure he's cut a promo for the match already but knowing this guy he may STILL no show. This is the guy that pinned me for the X-Treme title, only to lose the belt, some people felt intentionally, days later and then ride off into the sunset with his limp micro penis tucked between his legs.

LeStrange, you are just as incompetent as Fontanna which is mighty impressive. You pinned me for the X-Treme championship, a few days before you did that I had won the briefcase, I was the hottest newest guy in XWF at the time and YOU was the first guy to get any sort of victory over me even if it wasn't in a match, you had a big title win and you knocked me off to do it, anybody else on this roster would of used that great momentum and used it to climb that ladder and reach a even higher plateau of greatness. But did you USE that momentum LeStange? Did you use that win to further your career here in XWF and make something of yourself?

Trax shakes his head.

No you didn't. Instead of making something of yourself, this is basically a video illustration of what you did.

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You took that momentum, ran with it for about a second and then dropped it and fell flat on your face embarrassing yourself in the eyes of many. Good going! Who does that? Le-fucking-Strange, thats who! Your pseudo win over me isn't what motivated me to achieve what I have, I would achieved it all anyway silly, all you did was stop me getting two briefcases instead of one, so if you think I lost countless nights of sleep over what happened, think again. I got over it pretty fast. However...losing to you did however leave a stain on my record that people have used against me, Angel mocked me for it and so did Lane, know why? Because you're an absolute blubbering idiot that somehow managed to pull off the heist of the century and still couldn't garner any credibility to his name. My lost to you is a small blemish on my record I'm looking to wipe off when I wipe you off the fucking map and dominate you and Fontanna in that ring and send you packing out of XWF for good.

I'm not going to waste much more breath talking on you LeStrange. You're really not worth it, I find it hilarious you and Fontanna think you two have any cred or star power to your names to challenge Vinnie Lane for his championship. I've PROVEN I'm Universal Champion material, you guys have yet to prove you're WRESTLER material, and since one of you claims to of been in this business more than five years longer than I have thats sad as Hell, bunch of clowns. You both want to try your luck against me because I'm exactly what I say I am and you know it, you guys are exactly what I say you are and you know it, two incompetent individuals who are going to once again fail to get the job done in the ring. Hey maybe you guys should BOTH dress up as clowns, form a tag team, resurrect and hire Doink the Clown as your manager, and relish in the circus act that is your careers.Peace for now.

Trax winks as the scene fades.

Later that night.

Trax is in bed with Jackie who is fast asleep, he rolls onto his side and closes his eyes as he begins to fall asleep after a not-so-hard days work of verbally owning the fuck out of his upcoming opponents.

When Trax opens his eyes again, he is no longer in his bed, but instead, back in the cellar Madame Frey held him prisoner in, once again chained to the wall.

No...what is this?

Trax struggles against the chains but just like before they do not move even after being tested by Trax's peak human strength. Trax begins to struggle some more but again the chains on his wrists and legs stay sturdily attached to the wall.

How is this happening!?

Hello Trax.

Trax looks to see the ghostly white figure of Lucuis Frey standing meters away from him, seemingly appearing out of thin air, his bloodshot eyes burning into Traxs soul.

No...I killed you..twice...

I told you, I can't die. I'm in your head, now and forever, soon... I will not only be in your mind...I will control it, and you, my dear Trax, are POWERLESS to stop me.

Frey laughs as he pulls out a large dagger, again seemingly out of thin air, and walks up towards Trax, Trax struggles some more helplessly as Frey jams the dagger in Trax's ribs, causing Trax to let out a blood curdling scream as everything goes black.

TBC

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