Post by Xavier Lux on Dec 13, 2022 19:00:43 GMT
“hurry men, Master Lux will be showing up any minute now, and if this throne is not finished, it will be the end of us all. He’s already proven to be a lot more ruthless than his father on some things.”
About a dozen ironworkers are figuratively breaking their backs to finish their latest creation, which is an iron throne of sorts. Sparks are sent flying every which way every time their tools refine their art piece, a special request submitted by the new owner of Castle Scorpion, which is located somewhere in the barren lands of a place long forgotten…. Or Rancho Cucamonga, California if you want to be dicks about it… Inside this throne room, you have paintings adorning the walls, of wrestlers that have passed through these hallowed halls, which include the man they called Scorpion, whose castle this is and the father of the new owner. The ironworkers begin to put away their tools, feeling the job is done as maids move in now to clean up the area. The ironmaster begins to polish the creepy looking throne, which is designed with the faces of wrestlers. Just as he polishes the last face, the double doors leading into the room swing open and in walks a man dressed in normal street clothes, which completely clash with everything. He wears black jeans, red Timberland boots and a gray CCPE t-shirt with a leather jacket over it. On his cleaned-shaven, silky-smooth head, aviator sunglasses rest. He makes his way up to the throne, and with each step he takes, a loud echo is created. He stops right before the throne and studies it as the ironmaster welcomes him.
Ironmaster: Master Lux, it’s been far too long. Your father hoped you would one day take over his castle.
Master Lux: Uh huh, are you done?
Ironmaster: Yes sir.
Master Lux: Do you mind?
Ironmaster: No at all sir.
The ironmaster takes two steps back as Lux walks up the steps leading to the throne and then walks around it, admiring the great iron crafted work. He even stops at one, getting a closer look.
Master Lux: The detail on the faces is impeccable, I mean you managed to capture every single wrinkle in Terry Marshall’s face… and his face looks like that of a decaying Shar Pei.
The ironmaster doesn’t answer or laugh, though he probably wants to. He continues, running his hands at the top of the throne and nods his head proudly, curling his lips up to show how impressed he is. He then sits, adjusting himself before taking a deep breath and looking at the ironmaster.
Master Lux: Well, how do I look?
Ironmaster: Like royalty… in a very disturbing yet powerful way.
Xavier exhales.
Master Lux: Disturbing huh? Good, were the heads placed according to my preference?
Ironmaster: Yes sir.
Master Lux: Tell me.
Ironmaster: Well sir, the throne has heads based on some of your past and present enemies all over it. It also has the heads of all your opponents in the IIW Rumble. We have placed the heads in order of importance based on the extensive research you have done. So, the four legs are made up of the wrestlers you think are low tier, not worth worrying about: Ryan McCann, Aliyah Landerson, Latoya Hixx, Caleb Scott, Ryan Hawkins, Sebastian Hamilton, Andre Cash, and Eddie Charisma.
Master Lux: Alright.
Ironmaster: The seat and arm rests are made up of those you consider mid-level talent, just there to get rid of the bottom feeders and make the top tier talent look good: Amadeus Fox, TCJ, Apathy, K Jax, Terry Marshall, Sabrina Knight, Bobby Mack, Pequeno Dinosaurio, Eoin O'Rouke and Maverick Tatum.
Master Lux: Yup, I know exactly who each of those wrestlers are. Go on.
Ironmaster: Last, the back of the throne has the best the IIW has to offer: Fred Debonair, Trig, Jay Vaughan, Beckett Marisol, Max Stone, Curtis, Andy Donahue, Sawyer Wade, J-Mont, Liam Cain and Rhett Dawson.
Master Lux: Yup, them the ones. Anything else?
Ironmaster: No sir.
Master Lux: Leave then.
Ironmaster: Yes sir.
The ironmaster bows and steps away via a side door nearby. Xavier crosses his right leg over his left, then rests his chin on his right fist as he addresses the IIW universe for the first time.
Master Lux: First of all, the name is Xavier, not Xander you stupid assholes. Xavier Lux. Is this the kind of welcome you give a world class wrestler like myself? A wrestler that is looking to perhaps make your promotion his new home and immediately raise its status to a whole new level. Not a good look for you guys, and Fred Debonair thinks so highly of you, maybe it was the ECWF Rumble the one I should have entered instead huh?
Anyway, I am known as “the man with venom in his veins”, or Venom for short. Make of my name and moniker what you will, there isn’t one childish, unoriginal comment I haven’t heard before so do your worse you damn jokers and comedian wannabes. But once you nerds stop spitting out your one-liners through your braces, I hope that you see the man sitting before you and realize this is a man who is not only built for this great sport of wrestling, but he is built better than each one of you…. I know that is a helluva statement to make, especially in a promotion where I am the new guy and where I don’t know 90% of the roster and that same roster has no idea who I am. I know it’s easy to roll your eyes and say: “oh great, one of these jerks again”. Look I get it, but all I can do right now is tell you who I am, tell you what I can and will do, and come December 29th, show you… Then on the first show of the new year, whether it is on Monday Night Mayhem or Friday Night Combat, I will show up to say: “I told you so”.
He smirks.
Xavier Lux: By the way, how do you like my throne? Pretty sick right? Can you find your faces? I mean I would hate to be the face right under my balls right now..
Takes a peek.
Xavier Lux: Ooooh, sorry Bobby Mack. Anyway, why sit on a throne made of swords when you can sit on one made of the skulls of your past, present and future enemies? Yeah, I know these aren’t real skulls, I’m not one of those sick f*cks running around out there going for shock value instead of real value… and just what is the value of this throne you may ask? Well, it’s obvious isn’t it? I am looking to start my journey here in IIW at the top of the promotion. Sitting and figurately shitting on each one of its roster members. Some people like to come into a promotion and do a slow burn, take their time getting to know the promotion and everyone in it… Take their time building up a repertoire, building up their stats with a few wins here and there to show that they have what it takes to compete. Or maybe they want to tell a story, or have a little feud… Or become one with the fans or build alliances and so much more nonsense. Nah, not me… I ride alone and I saw this Ice Crown Rumble as an opportunity to leapfrog twenty-nine other superstars and in one night, become IIW’s top star. Some may say: “hey buddy, there is no cutting in line.” Well, I am here to tell you first and foremost, f*ck your line… Second of all, I am not here to cut it, I am here to erase it.
He smirks again.
Xavier Lux:Now I have been in a lot of rumbles in my career, and the latest one was at the Tara Fenix Charity Event in which I went against nineteen other wrestlers on night-one of the four-night event… I will admit that it didn’t go the way I planned, I managed to last over thirty minutes and eliminated two people, but I was then eliminated myself. I will also admit though, that my heart wasn’t in that one as it was for charity… I didn’t sign up for it first of all, apparently I was really smashed on the night that I agreed to do it… I can’t even remember the charity I chose, but whatever… It’s one of those things where you just show up, make money for the charity of your choice, and enjoy the nice free vacation they give you as a thank you. So, would I have liked to win and get more money for my charity? Meh, but was I going to overexposed myself and risk an injury? Nah. The thousands of dollars that I made for just minutes of work is more than enough… But this rumble is different, and sure I can win a lot of cash here too, but I am not here for that… Got plenty of it and if I ever run out, I’ll just sell this old as castle my father left me… But the Ice Crown Rumble is a legit competitive event with a lot of top talent where not only are there bragging rights at stake, but a shiny new crown that would go perfectly with my brand-new throne.
There is an alert on his phone, and he quickly takes it out and takes a look. He then puts it back and changes position, sitting at the edge of the throne with both feet firmly on the ground.
Xavier Lux:Looks like my car is ready. I’ll be taking my private jet to Manchester, England where I plan on getting familiar with the surroundings, specially the IIW arena where I understand they will lower the temperature to a freezing -10 degrees on the night of the rumble. That’s just crazy and not something I have done before, but that was one of the reasons why this rumble was so appealing to me. Another reason was that they did a live drawing, and we not only get to know at what position we enter the rumble, by the way, I am entering at number seventeen, but we get to know who all in this thing is. There are no surprises, I know exactly who I am going up against and when I may be going up against them. When you take out the ‘surprise’ element of the rumble you can better prepare for it, and even though I’m not sure just how it’s going to work when it comes to the temperature, guess what? I am going to make it work because like I said, I am here to win it all and based on the faces I am sitting on, I don’t see a single name that concerns me, or better yet, that I fear.
He takes out his phone and takes a selfie, making sure he gets the throne in all its glory. He then gets up, goes down the steps and head out. Once the outside of the castle, which we don’t quite get to see very well since it is nighttime, a foggy one. He makes his way down the steps to a circular driveway where a black Hummer H1, the OG, is waiting for him with the driver side door open. He walks around the massive vehicle and stops before getting in.
Xavier Lux:I know you probably want to hear a lot more from the new guy in the neighborhood… Luckily for you, I have a lot to say… So, catch up with me in Manchester, and I’ll fill up your flasks with my venom.
He gets inside the Hummer, closes the door, lets the engine roar a few times before driving off towards the bridge that leads away from the castle and into the denser fog.
About a dozen ironworkers are figuratively breaking their backs to finish their latest creation, which is an iron throne of sorts. Sparks are sent flying every which way every time their tools refine their art piece, a special request submitted by the new owner of Castle Scorpion, which is located somewhere in the barren lands of a place long forgotten…. Or Rancho Cucamonga, California if you want to be dicks about it… Inside this throne room, you have paintings adorning the walls, of wrestlers that have passed through these hallowed halls, which include the man they called Scorpion, whose castle this is and the father of the new owner. The ironworkers begin to put away their tools, feeling the job is done as maids move in now to clean up the area. The ironmaster begins to polish the creepy looking throne, which is designed with the faces of wrestlers. Just as he polishes the last face, the double doors leading into the room swing open and in walks a man dressed in normal street clothes, which completely clash with everything. He wears black jeans, red Timberland boots and a gray CCPE t-shirt with a leather jacket over it. On his cleaned-shaven, silky-smooth head, aviator sunglasses rest. He makes his way up to the throne, and with each step he takes, a loud echo is created. He stops right before the throne and studies it as the ironmaster welcomes him.
Ironmaster: Master Lux, it’s been far too long. Your father hoped you would one day take over his castle.
Master Lux: Uh huh, are you done?
Ironmaster: Yes sir.
Master Lux: Do you mind?
Ironmaster: No at all sir.
The ironmaster takes two steps back as Lux walks up the steps leading to the throne and then walks around it, admiring the great iron crafted work. He even stops at one, getting a closer look.
Master Lux: The detail on the faces is impeccable, I mean you managed to capture every single wrinkle in Terry Marshall’s face… and his face looks like that of a decaying Shar Pei.
The ironmaster doesn’t answer or laugh, though he probably wants to. He continues, running his hands at the top of the throne and nods his head proudly, curling his lips up to show how impressed he is. He then sits, adjusting himself before taking a deep breath and looking at the ironmaster.
Master Lux: Well, how do I look?
Ironmaster: Like royalty… in a very disturbing yet powerful way.
Xavier exhales.
Master Lux: Disturbing huh? Good, were the heads placed according to my preference?
Ironmaster: Yes sir.
Master Lux: Tell me.
Ironmaster: Well sir, the throne has heads based on some of your past and present enemies all over it. It also has the heads of all your opponents in the IIW Rumble. We have placed the heads in order of importance based on the extensive research you have done. So, the four legs are made up of the wrestlers you think are low tier, not worth worrying about: Ryan McCann, Aliyah Landerson, Latoya Hixx, Caleb Scott, Ryan Hawkins, Sebastian Hamilton, Andre Cash, and Eddie Charisma.
Master Lux: Alright.
Ironmaster: The seat and arm rests are made up of those you consider mid-level talent, just there to get rid of the bottom feeders and make the top tier talent look good: Amadeus Fox, TCJ, Apathy, K Jax, Terry Marshall, Sabrina Knight, Bobby Mack, Pequeno Dinosaurio, Eoin O'Rouke and Maverick Tatum.
Master Lux: Yup, I know exactly who each of those wrestlers are. Go on.
Ironmaster: Last, the back of the throne has the best the IIW has to offer: Fred Debonair, Trig, Jay Vaughan, Beckett Marisol, Max Stone, Curtis, Andy Donahue, Sawyer Wade, J-Mont, Liam Cain and Rhett Dawson.
Master Lux: Yup, them the ones. Anything else?
Ironmaster: No sir.
Master Lux: Leave then.
Ironmaster: Yes sir.
The ironmaster bows and steps away via a side door nearby. Xavier crosses his right leg over his left, then rests his chin on his right fist as he addresses the IIW universe for the first time.
Master Lux: First of all, the name is Xavier, not Xander you stupid assholes. Xavier Lux. Is this the kind of welcome you give a world class wrestler like myself? A wrestler that is looking to perhaps make your promotion his new home and immediately raise its status to a whole new level. Not a good look for you guys, and Fred Debonair thinks so highly of you, maybe it was the ECWF Rumble the one I should have entered instead huh?
Anyway, I am known as “the man with venom in his veins”, or Venom for short. Make of my name and moniker what you will, there isn’t one childish, unoriginal comment I haven’t heard before so do your worse you damn jokers and comedian wannabes. But once you nerds stop spitting out your one-liners through your braces, I hope that you see the man sitting before you and realize this is a man who is not only built for this great sport of wrestling, but he is built better than each one of you…. I know that is a helluva statement to make, especially in a promotion where I am the new guy and where I don’t know 90% of the roster and that same roster has no idea who I am. I know it’s easy to roll your eyes and say: “oh great, one of these jerks again”. Look I get it, but all I can do right now is tell you who I am, tell you what I can and will do, and come December 29th, show you… Then on the first show of the new year, whether it is on Monday Night Mayhem or Friday Night Combat, I will show up to say: “I told you so”.
He smirks.
Xavier Lux: By the way, how do you like my throne? Pretty sick right? Can you find your faces? I mean I would hate to be the face right under my balls right now..
Takes a peek.
Xavier Lux: Ooooh, sorry Bobby Mack. Anyway, why sit on a throne made of swords when you can sit on one made of the skulls of your past, present and future enemies? Yeah, I know these aren’t real skulls, I’m not one of those sick f*cks running around out there going for shock value instead of real value… and just what is the value of this throne you may ask? Well, it’s obvious isn’t it? I am looking to start my journey here in IIW at the top of the promotion. Sitting and figurately shitting on each one of its roster members. Some people like to come into a promotion and do a slow burn, take their time getting to know the promotion and everyone in it… Take their time building up a repertoire, building up their stats with a few wins here and there to show that they have what it takes to compete. Or maybe they want to tell a story, or have a little feud… Or become one with the fans or build alliances and so much more nonsense. Nah, not me… I ride alone and I saw this Ice Crown Rumble as an opportunity to leapfrog twenty-nine other superstars and in one night, become IIW’s top star. Some may say: “hey buddy, there is no cutting in line.” Well, I am here to tell you first and foremost, f*ck your line… Second of all, I am not here to cut it, I am here to erase it.
He smirks again.
Xavier Lux:Now I have been in a lot of rumbles in my career, and the latest one was at the Tara Fenix Charity Event in which I went against nineteen other wrestlers on night-one of the four-night event… I will admit that it didn’t go the way I planned, I managed to last over thirty minutes and eliminated two people, but I was then eliminated myself. I will also admit though, that my heart wasn’t in that one as it was for charity… I didn’t sign up for it first of all, apparently I was really smashed on the night that I agreed to do it… I can’t even remember the charity I chose, but whatever… It’s one of those things where you just show up, make money for the charity of your choice, and enjoy the nice free vacation they give you as a thank you. So, would I have liked to win and get more money for my charity? Meh, but was I going to overexposed myself and risk an injury? Nah. The thousands of dollars that I made for just minutes of work is more than enough… But this rumble is different, and sure I can win a lot of cash here too, but I am not here for that… Got plenty of it and if I ever run out, I’ll just sell this old as castle my father left me… But the Ice Crown Rumble is a legit competitive event with a lot of top talent where not only are there bragging rights at stake, but a shiny new crown that would go perfectly with my brand-new throne.
There is an alert on his phone, and he quickly takes it out and takes a look. He then puts it back and changes position, sitting at the edge of the throne with both feet firmly on the ground.
Xavier Lux:Looks like my car is ready. I’ll be taking my private jet to Manchester, England where I plan on getting familiar with the surroundings, specially the IIW arena where I understand they will lower the temperature to a freezing -10 degrees on the night of the rumble. That’s just crazy and not something I have done before, but that was one of the reasons why this rumble was so appealing to me. Another reason was that they did a live drawing, and we not only get to know at what position we enter the rumble, by the way, I am entering at number seventeen, but we get to know who all in this thing is. There are no surprises, I know exactly who I am going up against and when I may be going up against them. When you take out the ‘surprise’ element of the rumble you can better prepare for it, and even though I’m not sure just how it’s going to work when it comes to the temperature, guess what? I am going to make it work because like I said, I am here to win it all and based on the faces I am sitting on, I don’t see a single name that concerns me, or better yet, that I fear.
He takes out his phone and takes a selfie, making sure he gets the throne in all its glory. He then gets up, goes down the steps and head out. Once the outside of the castle, which we don’t quite get to see very well since it is nighttime, a foggy one. He makes his way down the steps to a circular driveway where a black Hummer H1, the OG, is waiting for him with the driver side door open. He walks around the massive vehicle and stops before getting in.
Xavier Lux:I know you probably want to hear a lot more from the new guy in the neighborhood… Luckily for you, I have a lot to say… So, catch up with me in Manchester, and I’ll fill up your flasks with my venom.
He gets inside the Hummer, closes the door, lets the engine roar a few times before driving off towards the bridge that leads away from the castle and into the denser fog.
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