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Post by Tristian King on Aug 4, 2023 16:53:52 GMT
Match One Uprising, TV and Hardcore Championship Triple Crown Championship Triple Threat Match Xavier Lux © Vs PG -13 © vs Trent
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Xavier Lux
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Triple Crown Champion
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Post by Xavier Lux on Aug 13, 2023 19:47:43 GMT
Xavier Lux sits in the shadows, slouched in a chair, his silhouette barely able to be made out. There is a white spotlight in front of him, but for now, the only thing being illuminated by it are his black Timberland boots. Across from him, is a normal size window, propped open, giving you a glimpse of the outside where you can see that it is nighttime in some unknown city. The outside is quite noisy, so it’s likely not very late in the night, you can’t quite make out any of the noises, but you can tell it is a very busy city. We shift our focus away from that to what is standing in front of the open window: a sniper rifle propped on a tripod. It is currently aimed down but the barrel is not sticking out of the window, so likely not seen from the outside with so little lighting in the room. He speaks from the shadows, his voice is normal, not too deep, not too raspy, just the voice of a man who seems broken? No. Sad? Perhaps. Disappointed… Yeah, let’s go with disappointment... By now you are probably sick of hearing about the shit year I had in wrestling last year, aside from the WSOW which was revitalizing and helped me “move on” from the dark place I was at. You are probably tired also of hearing me talk about how much, in such a short period of time, I came to love this place: IIW. He pauses and while we can’t see him do it, we hear a slight chuckle. It’s funny, after considering retirement earlier this year, it’s weird to be saying those words about a promotion but make no mistake about it, I mean them. He sits up on the chair. Everyone here from the staff, to the crew and even the roster… Well, most of it anyway… has been really good to me… They have been welcoming, patient, flexible, understanding, man, I could go all night. IIW has become my home and I can’t thank everyone for everything, that’s on the real.He leans forward, the spotlight revealing his face, and his expression goes from thankful to represent that of someone who is disappointed, but more so... That is why I am heartbroken... Exactly that... Heartbroken to find out that it will be closing its doors soon, making the super-show where I am to become a Triple Crown Champion, the last show… ever? For now? A few months? Years? Who knows, all we do know it’s ending now and it fucking sucks man. He stands up under the spotlight just long enough for us to get a glimpse of what he is wearing: black jeans which are tucked into the boots, a forest green untucked t-shirt with the word: “Mecca” in big bold golden Cain style letters. His head is freshly shaved and oiled, shining brightly, albeit briefly under the light. He stands behind the sniper rifle now, but doesn’t mess with it, instead, just looks out the window at the people walking by… But I can’t dwell on the fact that it is closing after the show, because the bottom line is the goal remains the same, become the triple crown champion by holding the UpRising, Hardcore and Television championships. Become the first ever Triple Crown Champion of the Combat brand, if not all of IIW.
Now my first title defense didn’t go according to plan and frankly it has left me with a bad taste in my mouth because I know I had that match won… I know the record should say ‘successful first title defense’ but for whatever the reason, Trent Darby’s fault or not, IIW’s referees fault or not, it ended in a draw or double pin or whatever the point is Darby didn’t beat me for the titles but I also didn’t beat him…
That is the first time I have failed to win a match here in IIW outside of the Ice Crown Rumble and it does not sit well with me... My undefeated streak now has an asterisk next to it and that just doesn't fly with me... and now instead of having a one one one match with PG-13, I have to deal with that skinny zombie looking freak again, as I try to defeat PG-13 for the only title missing in my repertoire: the TV championship… I’m not a happy man right now, and to make matters worse that night, he has the nerve to come after the match and put his hands on me? BITCH MOVE man… You have been a TV champion for a mere minute and you already have put a bullseye so big on your back that NASA would be able to find your unoriginal, mad at the world, doesn’t go anywhere but the gym and a warehouse-stop screaming at me my ears can’t take it- ass!
I’m not going to lie, I was disappointed as I was very much looking forward to facing Andre Cash for the TV championship, but hey, I guess we can’t all get everything we want in life. So this is the hand I’ve been dealt and I guess I should be thankful it wasn’t made into a four-way dance match.
Regardless of who I’m facing, again, my goal remains unchanged: do what Sebastian Hamilton planned to do, and unify all these titles to become a megastar. I am the man destined to fill those shoes, and whether the fed closes or not, I am going to become the new triple crown champion and whether the record books say current champion, or the very last champion… Damn it all to hell, it will say I, “Venom” Xavier Lux is THE champion.The man with venom in his veins takes a pause as he runs his fingers across the sniper rifle, then moves it from left to right slowly, pointing at the people below. Its single purpose likely being: ending someone’s life...I know what this looks like, but I’m not a murderer. … or not.My father was, however. He was a well-known assassin in the underground and this was one of the many rifles he used… I’m just borrowing it for a couple of missions, not that I have to give it back, mind you, he’s dead, been apparently, for a few years now. That’s a story for another day, or for never, this isn’t about him… This is about me, and my partner… You see, Marcus Ka’Derrion and I have decided to get back together one more time as “The Sins of the Fathers” and try to win tag team gold. Now that was supposed to happen here at some point, after me winning the Triple Crown, as we wanted to make a run at Gangsters of Christ… but with the promotion closing, we’re doing the reunion… elsewhere. I won’t get into that, but in any event, you’ll get to see him a little later. Before I introduce you to him, I have to get a few things to complete him per say… You see, right now, he’s not the man that he used to be… and in order for him to be, that man I once knew as my tag team partner, I need to collect three items… Three items that are currently scattered across the US, well one of them, is here, in this town that I am in and I’m just waiting for… An alarm goes off in the background. That.He disappears into the darkness and comes back holding a mobile phone. He’s received a text, and in it a single sentence: “They’re coming around the corner now, that geekfest is finally over.” Xavier sits in the stool in front of the sniper rifle, and he grabs it with both arms, props it right and then takes a look through the scope. In the crosshairs he sees the three men he’s been waiting for all night: wrestling nerds, getting out of some wrestlefest convention. He aims at the fat one in the middle with curly hair that would make the fat kid from Bad Santa jealous. But around his neck, attached to a fake, plastic gold chain, he carries a human hand which appears to be very real. Xavier takes a deep breath and then aims at his two companions first, one, two pulls of the triggers and they both get shot right between the eyes… with paintball balls. Told you I’m no murderer. That must have hurt like a bitch still, because both go down hard, holding their foreheads in pain and blue paint oozing through their fingers. The crowd around them of course don’t know what the hell is going on but fat Curly Sue does. He tries to escape, but he hasn’t taken two steps when he gets pelted with a series of paintballs across his chest that send him stumbling hard against the wall where he holds his chest in pain and then slides down the wall, dropping his ice cream, in slow motion, as if he was gunned down 1950’s mobster style. Xavier chuckles as he goes out the window and down the fire-escape steps. After a few minutes he is standing in front of the fat man, his friends having run off, leaving him behind. The alley has cleared, and it’s just Xavier and him now. He looks up to Xavier, sobbing, as Xavier squats in front of him, reaches out, causing him to flinch, but all Xavier does is rip what we now realize is a zombie hand, from around his neck.Just because someone throws something at you from inside the ring, it doesn’t mean it belongs to you! You should have returned this to its rightful owner, thief! Xavier holds up the hand to the fat man’s face and it, on its own, makes a fist but then releases the middle finger, flicking him off. The fat man goes to answer but Xavier just kicks him in the face, knocking him out cold, and then studies the hand. One down, two to go.The hand gives him a thumb up.
To be continued…
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