Quote:WHAT THE HELL NO! DREZDIN has pulled the referee out of the ring and has JOHN LEWIS around the neck RUSSIAN DESTROYER. Once again JOHN LEWIS has been left laying by DREZDIN his opponent coming up on the 13th of Febuary.

The referee climbs back in the ring confused as ABIGAIL MONROE covers JOHN LEWIS for the win.

ABIGAIL MONROE has defeated JOHN LEWIS in a competitive match that was ruined by DREZDIN.

That was the scene at the end of the opening match of Saturday Night Savage last night. The thought of it not only angers, but upsets John Lewis who sits fuming in his room at Red Lion Hotel Billings. He's dressed in a black long sleeved graphic tee depicting his image, a pair of black denim jeans, and Nike's. His mood after losing was disappointing in itself. The fact Robert Pearsell had ditched him is another thing. He said he no longer could be in the professional entertainment world. John knew what he meant Robert wasn't the type of guy who was going to faithfully back anybody. No, Robert was a snake. The guy is only in it for himself and John knew it. It hurt a lot worst that he gave him the benefit of the doubt. John knew why Robert really packed his things up. John had been booked in only three matches in the XWF and he's the curtain jerker in all of them. Whatever.

John has bigger fish to fry. He obviously has Drezdin, that guy was quickly becoming a thorn in the side, but before he stomps out that career he has Lux. Now, he doesn't know much about Lux. In fact his knowledge of the 'it' consists of the Heavymetalweight title that he currently carries. It used to be Lux'...before it was John's.

John stands up amused by that thought and walks accross the room to the adjourning kitchen area. He looks in the mirror covering the wall. Seeing his features chisled, his usual cold,emotionless face shows signs of anger. Anger at being ditched by his once great friend. Anger at being attacked not only whilst pinning VV potentially costing him the X-treme title, but costing him his first official match against Abigail Monroe. John's jawline tightens again as his grip on the counter tightens. He hated Drezdin. He meant nothing by the challenge only to make the man a stepping stone, but he hated him. He hated what happened on Savage. He hated what happened on Jan 26th.

John's head suddenly droops and he stares at the slight shadow the light above casts. There's nothing he can do about it right now though. The match has already been set for Wednesday Night Warfare on Febuary 13th. He'll show Drezdin and all who support him what a disgrace to life he really is, but for now his focus must be on Lux. The gifted striker whom remains a mystery.

That mystery didn't matter to John. What mattered is how Saturday Night in North Dakota can't get here fast enough. He wants some more competition. He NEEDS, He CRAVES this competition. John needs something to take his mind off his enemy. He was going to use Lux, the young 5'9" 162lb boy/girl was going to take the place of Drezdin. With every slam John executed, with every punch John threw he was going to take this young handsome person and turn him into a big, muscular, Russian man named Drezdin. He was going to have his revenge for those two attacks before his battle at Warfare.

John wants to go into Warfare with no personal amniosity. He can't afford to take anything personally. Robert has always told John that. 'Do not take anything personal'. John turns from the mirror and walks back accross the room looking out the window at the non existent night life in Billings remembering in his head to what Robert would tell him.

'Don't worry about Drezdin right now John. He should be the last thing on your mind. One fight at a time guy, one fight at a time...'

John shakes his head getting Robert out of his mind. He can't help laughing though as he starts pacing accross the floor.

'He's right of course. Lux is the one thing that should be on my mind..., but then why is it not?'

John ponders the thought a little while longer. It's no use though. He can't make Lux the only thing on his thing. Robert is on his mind...hell Drezdin is on his mind.

'That cockroach"

John mutters out loud pacing...pacing...pacing...as the minutes go on John begins to think of Lux. The video he saw on Jan 21st. It looked like something out of a 'SyFy Channel' movie. A young man puking on the sidewalk, speaking to some futuristic ball...apparently from another time. Judging from the technology a time we haven't reached yet. He remembered the boy unable to speak, but a few words, yet begged a passerby to get him to a warm place...the passerby wanted to call an ambulance. It was so shocking to both he and Robert. How were they going to see this happen right there within their vicinity? It was a sci-fi movie turned to reality!

The video flashed to another time. You saw him in a gym. A wonderful display of kicks and punches that would intimidate the best of strikers. John laughs inwardly remembering the exchange between he and Robert.

Quote:"I hope I never have to fight that guy!"

"I hope that for you, my friend."

That fear came to fruition though. He had saw an opportunity and pinned Lux taking the HMW championship. He knew at that time Lux would come back for revenge. It happened to. On XWF's app John had read where Lux had challenged him to a match. ...what could he say at that point? John's never been one to back down from a challenge. He's no coward. So he said, 'you're on buddy'.

Now John's got a pretty good fight on his hands...he has to focus...focus...focus...

"FOCUS!"

He yells outloud. He takes a deep breath setting down on the edge of that hotel bed looking into the camera his eyes focused.

"Febuary 9th. Saturday Night Savage. It's going to be you and I Lux. You challenged me to fight. Seemingly not out of a random order, but because you thought I was a good athlete. Well here's one thing. I watched your training session and I see something that nobody else sees. A beast. Your first fight in the XWF versus VV. That match wasn't representative of the skills you possess. You have more than that Lux. Now I know that you're scared. I see it in your eyes. I'm not saying you're scared of anybody in particular, but you're nervous and you're fucking up a few moves.'

John stands up, slinging his luggage over his shoulder

"Just a bit of advice Lux."

He leans close to the camera almost whispering

"Don't make those mistakes this Saturday bud. Cause you...will...get...hurt."

He stares into the camera for a few seconds letting the silence take over before straightening up.

"Now if you'll excuse me I have an 11pm flight to catch."

The scene fades out as John leaves the hotel room.

Former 1x XWF Heavymetalweight Champion