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Mr Killjoy · (03-19-2016)

Wednesday 16th March 2016

The scene opens backstage after the- what can only be described as- clusterfuck Wednesday Warfare event at the Joe Louis arena in Detroit, Michigan. Trax is limping through the hallways,which many might find miraculous that a limp is the only thing he walked away with or that he's walking at all after being dropped nearly 40 feet by the Intercontinental Champion, Tush. Mr FN' Fast Healer. Steve Sayors, also backstage as usual, spots Trax limping his way to his locker room and runs after him.

Trax! Trax!

Trax mutters "Goddammit!" under his breath and turns around just as Double S sticks a microphone in his face in his normal irritating manner.

Trax, tonight you won the Intercontinental Rumble challenge, despite interference from Alexis Riot who attacked you during the match, and now you're set to face Tush in a couple weeks time for the title he is now calling the United Kingdom Championship. But before that, you're set to settle your grievances with Alexis Riot and face her in a Crucifixion Match next week Shane

not long ago informed me! Do you have anything to say regarding tonight and your future matches against Alexis Riot and Tush?

Trax swats the microphone out of his face and scowls, Double SS gulps and takes a few steps back.

You need to stop doing that. Its infuriating. Do I have anything to say regarding the match tonight? No. Not really. I said I was going to win and I did. Was anyone surprised? Who else would of won? Shade? McCoy? Frodo? Tush? Not a chance. See none of the guys in that rumble come within sniffing distance of my skills, endurance and ring smarts, not even Tush, who will find that out when I take his title.I don't care what name he wants to call it. Matter fact, I don't care about him, or this little Union Of British Underachievers he's put together involving two guys I've already beaten. As for Alexis Riot I...

TRAX!

Both Trax and SS turn around to see Jackie, Trax's fiance, and Paul "Extreme Machine" Hunter standing a few feet away. Jackie puts her hands on her mouth, eyes beaming, Paul however, has his muscular arms firmly crossed and is silently staring daggers into Trax. Trax walks up to the pair eyes darting between the both of them.

What are you guys doing back here?

Trax we haven't seen or heard from you for DAYS, whats this about...

Before she can finish, Paul steps in front of her as Trax reaches them and punches him in the jaw. Trax staggers back holding his mouth.Jackie holds her head in horror,eyes bulging, mouth open in utter shock as Paul puts up his fists ready for a fight.

Lets do this you Son of a Bitch.

Paul!?!

OK, I deserved that, I hurt you, in more ways then one but listen to me man I did what I thought I had to do to protect you.

Protect me!? Fucking blasting me halfway across a bar is protecting me!?

Yes! You would of tried to stop me and I knew they'd be no stopping YOU with words, I did what I had to do, I killed the father of a dangerous criminal boss, with connections and influence throughout the underworld. I KNEW she was going to come for me and I KNEW that even with my powers, her and her people would do what it takes to seek revenge and eventually would get it...unless, unless I made a pact with her, and agreed to work with her.

Jackie pushes Paul out the way and stands face to face with Trax staring at him with sheer disbelief.

Trax are you crazy!? That woman and her father tried KILLING us? Now you're working for her.

With her...not for, and I'm not crazy.

Jackie I hate to tell you this but he fucking IS, like I said, he told that bitch that her dead father was in his head, telling him things.

Yes he is...was.... well still is, that serum she injected me with, it was infused with his DNA and it left an imprint of him in my brain but he's been silent as of late, well mostly. I think if by doing this, it keeps you safe, and keeps HIM out of my head.

Trax you need medical help, this isn't right, you're making literally no sense.

It might not make sense to either of you but I know what I'm saying and I know I'm in the right here.

See Jackie? He doesn't want our help, seems to me he's beyond our help. I'd never thought I see the day, Trax, the hard headed prideful man. The guy I was honored to call a arch rival turned stable and tag team partner in FCW. The man I was proud to call my best friend. Wheres that Trax? This isn't the same one. Mr FN' Dominance my ass, Mr FN' No Dignity more like. It wasn't too long ago you was calling yourself a Savior, saying you were some sort of God. Now look at you, working for Madame Frey? You're nothing but some BITCHES BITCH!

Now its Trax that throws a punch this time, it connects and Paul goes stumbling back. Jackie screams as Trax and Paul exchange a flurry of fists, the brawl attracting the attention of several backstage workers and even some wandering XWF wrestlers. Trax, never one to be out-punched gets the upper hand and starts wailing on Paul as Jackie screams at Steve Sayors.

Don't just stand there STOP THEM!

How the hell do you expect ME to stop THEM lady? I don't get paid enough for that sorry!

Steve Sayors backs away as Trax and EM continue to trade blows, Trax drives EM into a table full of production equipment and starts hitting him with body shots until Paul grabs a small metal speaker off the table and bashes it off Trax's head. Trax groans and staggers back and EM takes this opportunity to grab a steel chair that was folded out by the table and unfolding it before ramming into Trax's ribs. Trax's knees buckle and he drops on them to the ground, Paul then wacks the steel chair over Trax's head before assaulting his back repeatedly with the steel chair as Trax lays face first on the floor.

Paul! PAUL STOP!

Paul doesn't listen however and continues to attack Trax with the chair. Paul delivers rapid blow after blow on Traxs back, before he then slowly lifts the chair high above his head with both hands, looking to punish Trax with one more chair shot. Trax however wastes no time and shoots a small blast of energy at Paul which sends him flying back, Paul hits his head off the production table and slumps to the floor. Trax gets to his feet gingerly and stumbles over to EM. Picking him up and setting him up for the OTM Jacknife Powerbomb through the table. Jackie runs up to Trax, tears welling up in her eyes.

Trax....please...no...

Trax turns to Jackie, but the distraction is all Paul Hunter needs to regain himself and flip Trax up and over with a back body drop, sending Trax flying into and straight through the production table,equipment flying everywhere as Trax lays there sprawled out in the wooden debris as Jackie collapses to her knees.

PAUL WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?

Fuck him, he deserved it, all of it, I'm done with this, I'm done here, with him.

Paul staggers away and heads towards the arena exit disappearing through the now fairly large spectating crowd, as he does so,backstage workers and Jackie tend to Trax pulling him out the table wreckage getting him to his feet.

Trax? You OK?

Trax groans and pushes the workers off him scowling, his eyes glowing a bright amber.

Trax...your eyes...

Don't worry about it, just get away from me, everybody get the fuck away from me.

Trax pushes his helpers out the way and storms to his locker room leaving them and his fiance behind. Trax makes it to his locker room and damn near takes the door of the hinges opening it and slamming it shut behind him. He retreated to the corner of his locker room and takes a seat on the bench, almost hyperventilating in his seething rage at what has just transpired. Trax balls up his fists and grinds his teeth before leaping off the bench and punching the wall behind him multiple times, punching it so hard repeatedly that the wall begins to dent, and his knuckles begin to bleed. Suddenly Trax's phone which was on the bench vibrates indicating he's just received a text, Trax grabs the phone and reads the message.

Watched your match tonight, congratulations on the win, crafty and resourceful... I like that in a "business partner". Speaking of which, that business we took care of at the meeting had the desired effect. Oh I'm sure they'll be some... extreme backlash and response to what we did, but we will be able to deal with it. I will contact you when I require you once again, you are free to do as your wish until then "partner".

M.F.

Trax screams in anger and throws the phone across the room as the scene fades.

The Next Day

Trax is at his mothers bedside in her care home bedroom, shes awake, unresponsive, but awake, blank eyes looking up at the ceiling fan spinning as Trax who is lost in his thoughts has his head bowed. Finally, after a couple minutes Trax raises his head and speaks.

I could really use your guidance. Last time we spoke, I told you I was going to make something of my abilities and use them for good, use them to help people. Well I did do that, briefly. But I now I find myself stuck in my old ways, back when I was running with gangs, dealing with people that didn't care about human lives, only caring about personal gain and self preservation. I find myself in a situation that will see me do bad things, all for a good cause. I'm working with a very insidious, dangerous person, much like myself, but on a much grander scale even I must admit. I wronged this person by righting a wrong that was done to me and now to settle the bad blood between us I've become some sort of super powered Hitman to put it simply. Not proud of it, and I know, if you're registering my words and hearing this and understanding this, you wouldn't be proud either but it really is for a good cause. Working with this woman, keeps the people close to me safe since she has no reason to harm any of you as long as I help her with her needs. Paul, Jackie, they don't agree with my decision. They think its wrong, they think theres something wrong with ME, maybe there is, maybe that drug has effected my brain more then I realize but regardless I'm going to keep helping her to keep you all out her sights. Like I said... the others don't agree, me and Paul got into a fight yesterday, later that day I got a call from Jackie saying she had gone to stay at her friends for awhile and she's not sure when she'll be coming back home. Heh... its kind of ironic, I agreed to help Madame Frey so I wouldn't lose them, and it looks like I've lost them anyway, for now. But I still got you right?

Trax passes a side wards glance at his comatose mother.

Yeah I still got you. Like I said I need guidance right about now but I know you can't give it so I guess I'm just going to have to do whatever I think is best, even if it isn't good.But a good choice isn't always right and a bad choice isn't always wrong I guess. I'm sorry. I know one day I'm going to have to pay for my choices, pay for my Sins. Lets just hope that day isn't any time soon.

Trax gets out of his seat and leans over his mother.

I'll come visit again real soon, love you. Take care.

Trax kisses his mother on the forehead and makes his way to the door.

Present

Hello once again XWF.

Trax is...yup, sitting behind his office desk.

Trax here. Mr FN' Dominance. aka Mr FN' next Intercontinental Champion. But thats me getting ahead of myself, before I deal with the lizard, I have to deal with the bitch nipping at my heels looking to get put down. I have to deal with the person that tried to prevent the unpreventable, me walking into that that rumble match a couple days ago and walking out the winner. I have to deal with the leader of the "Riot Revolution" itself. Alexis Riot.

Now this whole little drama started when me and Alexis Riot were booked to face the oh so grand duo of Chris Macbeth and Ophelia McVeigh. This wasn't just any tag team match though. No see management thought it'd be funny to attempt to put my balls in a vice and add the stipulation that if me and Riot lost I had to publicly apologize to Robbie Bourbon and LeStrange for past verbal and physical attacks against them. Now I said this before and I'll say it again for the hearing impaired. I'm Trax. I can do and say, whatever I want, to whoever I want, whenever I want. And if anyone has a problem with that, come get some. Well Riot took my actions which basically was just big one "fuck you" to management to heart and has decided to make me her enemy, even as going as far as putting me on that list of people shes going to "hurt" on her xwf99.com profile signature and asking for a Crucifixion match against me apparently.

Ask me if I'm worried.

Cameraman, that was directed to you, ask me if I'm worried.

Umm are you worried?

Of course not what a stupid question. I mean please have you seen that list? Theres several people on it and the only person who she's truly managed to hurt to a great degree is Pest, the oldest and easily most fragile person on her little "Hurt" list. Congratulations I guess. Know what that barely scratched off list tells me Alexis? You're not that great at seeing things through. In fact you're rather poor at it. You tried to cost me the rumble match, beat me senseless with a chair and instead of making it so I physically couldn't enter back into the ring what did you do? You sent me back in it and allowed me to win it. You basically botched a intended match sabotage, how much of a fuck up can you be? Don't act like you didn't WANT me to lose the match either, I heard you screaming at the other participants to finish me off. Heres a thought, if you wanted me eliminated from the rumble so badly why did you not just enter it and try to eliminate me yourself? You was matchless that night and in perfect health. You had literally no reason not too, don't you even dare try and say you was too busy training for your match against Ophelia on Shove It either. I can see what kind of excuses somebody like you will try and pull out the bag a mile away. One its fucking Ophelia meaning there would be no reason to train and two, Ophelia had another match that very night and still stumbled his way into the rumble after, so if he can do that whats your excuse for not entering? Oh thats right, because you knew if you entered that rumble and faced me face to face you would of lasted in the match slightly longer then Ted and Dave, but for a shorter amount of time then Frodo Smackins. I would of dumped you stank pussy first on the outside and your feelings would've gotten hurt even more then they currently are.

Lets go over again WHY your feelings are so hurt once again shall we? You say I raped you. As I explained to Ophelia, dry humping is no way shape or form rape. There was no penetration, Ophelia is a dweeb who would know nothing about rape other then the rape fantasies he acts out with his sister but you being a grown woman I would think you would know what is classed as rape and what is classed as sexual assault. But no matter. Getting your STD discharge drenched panties in a twist over that? How sensitive. This is XWF Riot. Worse things happen to other people here all the time but you don't see them making as much as a big deal about it as you did. Can't take the heat, get out the kitchen. Wait on second thought, get BACK in the Kitchen. STAY in the fucking Kitchen.

Wait can you hear that? Thats the sound of a million feminists getting triggered all at the same time, like I give a fuck.

Listen Riot, this match? You don't want this, oh I know your flared up and think you're going to destroy me. I know you're going to big yourself up, former X-Treme Champion and one of the few people to get the better of The Doctor in a match. Well your X-Treme title reign was barely memorable, I also held the X-Treme title and I held it a lot longer and had a better run than you so don't bother bringing that so-called accolade up. As for you win over The Doctor, yeah you beat him, and I haven't due to me never facing him. But HOW did you beat him? In a gimmicky ambulance match, you didn't have to pin him or out wrestle him which worked for you because you don't have it in you. Need proof? Look what you did after your win against him, you went up against Peter Gilmour and lost. So to me that just makes it look like The Doctor was having a bad day in the office and you got a lucky win. He'll be back again, swearing to anyone that will listen he's still the King of XWF no doubt despite the fact a new King will be crowned soon.Despite his loss to you he's still credible though. And despite your win over him you're still a joke. You got a fluke win over the man who has beaten nearly everybody he's faced, and what did you do with that momentum? As I already pointed out, lost to Peter Gilmour, the man who until recently, LOSES to everybody he faces.

Round of Applause.

Time to face a harsh truth now Riot. The Riot "Revolution" is barely a disturbance. You will never scratch my name off that list because you will never beat me, thats a promise. A harsh truth. You wanted this Crucifixion match to punish me but really deep down I think you want it because you got lucky in a gimmick match against one top star so now you want to see if lightning will strike twice because when it comes to wrestling we're in different tax brackets on what we earn due to our skills and drawing power bitch and you could never beat me that way so you NEED a match like this to try and cover up your inferiority. Its cool, I understand and I've taken the bait. But if you think its me thats going to come out this match worse for wear then I can't pity you enough. At the end of a lot of your promos you tell your opponent to pray. Well I have no need. One day, I will pay for my wrong doings. But next Friday? Against you? It won't be that night I'm afraid.

Peace.

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