Post by "Venom" Xavier Lux on Mar 23, 2024 13:04:44 GMT -5
The year appears to be 1864.
Four mules pull a traditional, four-wheel wooden wagon covered with a white tarp down a narrow dirt road surrounded by rows of trees. As they pass by, the sounds of what can only be described as cannons are heard going off in the background and you would think that the loud bangs would be enough to startle the mules, but they aren’t. They just keep going down this path, following many wagons in front of them, and being followed by dozens more behind. It is nighttime, a cold one, but not cold enough to stop what’s about to happen when dawn breaks here in East Harford, Connecticut. Inside the wagons, there are barrels full of ammunition, crates with provisions or soldiers of all ages. In a wagon, there are eight soldiers, four sitting at each side, with their rifles and ammunitions on the floor between them. Some of them try to sleep, while others can’t seem to stay still, shaking their legs up and down nervously or fidgeting with their rifles, biting their nails or in some cases, praying for a miracle that they know is not coming. One of the soldiers sitting at the edge of the wagon seems to be at ease with all of this, however. His nose and mouth are covered by a white cloth, but his eyes are focused on the smoke rising above the tree line. They must be getting closer to their destination as now gunfire can also be heard. He takes off his blue hat, revealing his shiny bald head, and then pulls down the cloth to reveal the face of Xavier Lux. He reaches into the pockets of his blue uniform, pulling a small pouch containing chewing tobacco. He puts a generous amount in his mouth and then notices that the soldier across from him is watching him intently.
Xavier: What is it Steele, you want some?
Steele: Nah brotha, you know that stuff can kill you.
Xavier: Is that so?
Steele: Yessir..
Xavier: So can war, but it didn’t to stop you from joining did it?
Steele: Let me tell you something brother, this is different, we’re fighting for the Union… It is our duty to our country, right brothers?!
Most don’t say anything, but a soldier sitting at the opposite end laughs.
Steele: You find something funny Ace?
Ace looks at him with a smirk on his face before answering.
Ace: I do boyo.
Steele: Well, go on, spill it.
Ace: Not all of us are here because we want to fulfill our patriotic duty… Some of us, just needed something to do…
Xavier: You think volunteering to fight in this war is just ‘something to do’?
Ace: I come from a small town in Lubbock, Texas where nothing ever happens… I needed some adventure in my life, and no, war may not be an adventure, but the getting here was… The going there is, and if I survive-
Random Soldier: You won’t.
Ace: Well thanks for the vote of confidence Joe.
Joe: I just mean it in that, I don’t think any of us will survive this.
Ace: Well if you can hold off your pep talk until we get off the wagons, that would be swell. If I survive, then I can only imagine the sort of adventures I would go on in a free country.
“That sounds nice” another soldier says, joining the conversation, the one that was praying.
Ace: See? Travis knows what I’m talking about don’t you Trav?
Travis: I mean, I don’t consider myself the adventurous type, but I just want to build a new life for myself… I really didn’t have many options, joining the military was my only out.
They nod sympathetically and then look at the other soldiers who haven’t spoken up, but they don’t look to be very interested in the conversation and that is likely because for them, joining the fight was not optional, they were forced, by the military draft. Travis turns to Xavier.
Travis: What about you, why did you join up?
Everyone turns their attention to Xavier who spits to the outside before putting his hat back on and grabbing one of the rifles.
Xavier: I’m just here for the bloodbath.
They all look at him and at each other puzzled. Xavier covers his face up with the cloth again up to his nose. Before Travis gets to ask a follow up question, the wagon comes to a stop and orders are heard being screamed both from the front and the back as the wagons arrive at the camp and eventual warzone. All are instructed to get out and line up, then join their respective units. All the soldiers in the wagon where Xavier was, are part of the same unit and so they join a group of about 56 other soldiers. As they line up in eight rows of eight, their captain gives their order, letting them know they’ll head into battle as soon as the sun breaks the tree line. They see about four units in front of them, with one already marching into the forest and disappearing behind it. Xavier patently taps his finger on the butt of the rifle strapped to his shoulder.
Another unit goes in.
He looks around without moving, some on his unit are shaking, others continue praying, while the guy right in front of him pisses his pants and Xavier takes half a step back, not caring if he breaks his line a little bit… He may bleed today, he may die today, but he’ll be damned if he’s getting pissed on.
Another unit goes in.
One more and then they are next. Their captain screams more instructions at them, follow by what he feels are words of encouragement but Xavier has tuned him out, focusing on the forest, the sun rise and the screams both of battle cries and cries of battle. There is a difference.
His unit is a go now.
Xavier: Time to pay my homage to James Howlett.
Ace: Then I’ll watch your back like Victor Creed.
They rush in, rifles in hand, bayonets pointing straight forward, into the forest. Bullets begin to fly by his ears, his unit is supposed to come to a stop, line up, and then stand there, take aim and fire, then let the row behind them go but Xavier screams out loud.
Xavier: FUCK THAT!
Steele: Language man!
Travis: Oh grow a set man, we’re at war!
Xavier charges on, weaving in and out of the trees, trying to avoid getting shot. Most of his unit is dead within minutes, but Ace is still with him, and they push through, finally reaching enemy lines but while Ace hangs back and begins shooting, Xavier stabs people left and right with his bayonet and when that gets broken off, he flips the rifle around and uses it like a baseball bat. His face is covered with the blood of the confederate soldiers and his eyes are full of rage and unsatisfied thirst… But eventually he, like all his unit now, falls, first, from a shot to his knee and then one to his left pec. As he falls face first into the dirt, a few soldiers stab him in the back for good measure before moving on. Xavier, still alive somehow, flips over. He looks up at the trees that he knows are supposed to be green, but everything is gray from the smoke and ash. His blinking slows until his eyes no longer shut and he breathes his last breath in.
Ace pops his face on top of Xavier’s and shakes his head at him.
Ace: Didn’t I tell you to keep the body count low? They are not going to like this.
Ace walks away and then everything fades to black, before the following words appear:
Xavier removes a virtual reality headset, and the darkness turns into brightness until his eyes can adjust and when they do, he can see dozens of other people doing the same while others still seem to be plugged in. As he stands up, he gets a lot of dirty looks from people who appeared to be taking the simulation quite seriously. Xavier just smirks and leaves the simulation room, which is inside of a hangar in a private airfield in Hartford, Connecticut. Okay, so at least that part was real. The banner that hangs above reads “Re-live The Civil War and the battle that happened right here in our own town, 160 years ago.” Xavier, who is wearing his usual street clothes, throws on his favorite pair of shades as his eyesight is still not quite there yet. He walks up to a food truck and buys something to drink and then takes a seat a bench nearby as he watches a group of tourists being led by a guide into the woods for the ‘real’ tour. Xavier drinks some of his drink before he starts to think about the real reason he is here in Hartford: Monday Night Smash.
Unless you’re living under a rock, you saw what I did at the last Smash, taking out not only Johnny Stylez, but my good homie, Peter Vaughn… I got plenty to say to Pete, but this’ not his time, I’ll talk to or about him on Monday… But this time right here, is for my first opponent, officially, in the bloodbath division, and yo, what a helluva opponent have I been given to kick this thing off: “The Beast” John Cable.
Xavier pauses momentarily before spitting on the ground in disgust.
Or at least he used to be. Bruh, what I would give to have had a chance to face The Beast when this promotion got re-started over a year ago… Or maybe even way before that, when Johnny Boy was at his prime… But instead, I get a washed up version of the man that was… I get a tamed version of a man that now wears a mask, not to put fear into people, but out of shame… I could say: “man, how the mighty have fallen”, but were you even mighty at one point Cable? I’ll be honest, before WGWF, I had only heard of what a great wrestler you were, but more importantly than that, what violent beast you were… But your run here in WGWF has been anything but… and sure, you’ve had some decent feuds… You took my boy Fred Debonair to task, but what did that lead to man? A couple of freaks pretending to be you and rumors of you and that snake handler Lexi Gold being a couple? Oh you have denied until you voice has become hoarse and your fingers numbed from all that typing… Oh wait, you’re not on social media are you, it’s someone else, pretending to be you… Look I don’t even care about all of that, and the only reason I bring up that doll-loving freak is to show how soft you’ve become. How I’m getting the ‘cuddles’ version of The Beast that was… Between your ‘friendly relationships’ and trying to be one of the very few “good guys” in WGWF, I can’t express just how disappointed I am…
Xavier pauses, as he really can’t, but once he gathers his thoughts he continues.
Why are you trying to be a good guy like Cholo? You think that because that schtick works for him, it’s going to work for you? Look at you John and then look at Cholo… Do you not see the differences? He’s a hot Latino with a great bod, great hair and charisma oozing out of every pore. Women want to be with him and men want to be him. You are monster who wears a gimpy green mask with zippers that causes everyone to run away from you, both men and women… Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure there are some freaks out there who you are their special kind of kink, but even then those numbers are small and nothing to be proud of for obvious reasons. What about children? You think they’ll ever cheer on someone who looks like he came out of their nightmares? Don’t even get me started on how much the children love Cholo… Let’s just focus on the wrestling and he got you there… He’s won the top two titles in this promotion, is the current ‘face’ and ‘wrestler’ of the year and what have you done? What trophies do you have to your name here John? What titles? Oh! I got one, you are the “flag bearer” for WGWF right? Yeah, way to represent WGWF against Team TPW, you guys took a big L on that one… You let a punk like Clyde Newton both run and ruin your team… Who was in the team you faced by the way? Oh that’s right, I WAS! But hey, at least here you’re doing a great job against the likes of The Fortunate Ones.
Xavier rolls his eyes.
Face it John, you’re not a good guy, because you ain’t good period, and you will never be one and should give up on this dream of yours that will never become a reality. But why am I bringing all of this up, right? Why the comparisons? Well because you and I are scheduled to compete in an official Bloodbath division match… The type? A light tube match, which I don’t know if you have ever been in one Cable, but I have and they are brutal… Was I facing the old John Cable, man, I would be hella worried… But this version of yourself, pfft, the only thing I’m worried about is how badly I am going to hurt you, which makes me wonder if Lexi will still love you enough if you became a disfigured beast? You wear a mask now to make a fashion statement I’m guessing, a poor one, but now you are going to have to wear a mask to hide all the damage I am going to do to you. There is nothing more than I love doing than kicking people’s heads off… imagine what my kicks will do when you put light tubes in between them and your face…. Oh right the mask will protect you, but do you think that I consider it beneath me to rip that mask of your head? Maybe if you were a natural born Mexican wrestler who wears a mask because it’s part of his heritage, tradition, or family. But your mask? The first chance I get I’m ripping it off to make sure that every piece of broken glass and light dust pierces that skin of yours and why? Because I’m bloodthirsty John, and in this division that is exactly what you need to be.
Xavier sees a group of about six guys walking towards him, one leading the charge, but the others try to hold him back. Xavier smirks and finishes up.
Do you believe in fate John? Nah? Me either… But it is interesting that this match is happening at the “XL Center” in Hartford, Connecticut… Whether you or anyone in this new division agrees, Xavier Lux IS at the center of the Bloodbath division. Everything will revolve around me because I will be the heart pumping the body of the WGWF full of blood… But it won’t be my blood, but yours… and Stylez and Vaughn and anyone who dares join it. What started at the last show, will continue this coming Monday and it will not end, until I am standing knee deep in a sea of my opponents' blood and have my bloody hands on that bloody championship!
Xavier finishes his drink as he watches half amused as they approach him, with the one clearly with the problem pointing at him.
Man: Hey! It’s called a reenactment for a reason! You can’t just go off like that and do whatever the hell you want, there are rules!
Xavier: Apparently I can, and if they didn’t want people to have free will, like back on those days, then they should have turned it off in the simulation.
Man: You’re supposed to just do what you’re told so you can get the full experience of what really happen!
Xavier: Look man, I wasn’t lying when I said I just went in for the bloodbath, I don’t care what you or anyone else went in there for… Wait, you weren’t the guy who pissed his pants were you?
The man tries to go after Xavier, but his buddies hold him back and one of them tells him:
Man: Dude, don’t you know who that is? That’s Xavier Lux, from TPW, he’ll fuck you up… Let’s go.
Man: I’m not buyin’ it!
Xavier: I’m not selling anything… I’m also in WGWF by the way. Look, if you don’t want to get your ass beat in the real world as well, just listen to your friends. Don’t get me wrong, I want blood on my hands, just not yours.
The man finally calms down and just waves Xavier off and they start to head back.
Xavier: Now that’s a good confederate lap dog.
The man turns around and pushes his buddies off him.
Man: You son of a bitch!
Xavier stands up and side steps the man, tripping him. He stumbles onto the bench and flips over it, landing on his ass with his legs wide open. Xavier quickly comes around and delivers a penalty kick right to the man’s nuts. He doubles over in pain, Xavier simply looks down at him as he puts his shades on.
Xavier: You might want to get your friend a diaper, looks like he pissed his pants again.
Xavier walks off, patting the one guy who recognized him on his shoulder and heads for the parking lot where his Hummer is.
Four mules pull a traditional, four-wheel wooden wagon covered with a white tarp down a narrow dirt road surrounded by rows of trees. As they pass by, the sounds of what can only be described as cannons are heard going off in the background and you would think that the loud bangs would be enough to startle the mules, but they aren’t. They just keep going down this path, following many wagons in front of them, and being followed by dozens more behind. It is nighttime, a cold one, but not cold enough to stop what’s about to happen when dawn breaks here in East Harford, Connecticut. Inside the wagons, there are barrels full of ammunition, crates with provisions or soldiers of all ages. In a wagon, there are eight soldiers, four sitting at each side, with their rifles and ammunitions on the floor between them. Some of them try to sleep, while others can’t seem to stay still, shaking their legs up and down nervously or fidgeting with their rifles, biting their nails or in some cases, praying for a miracle that they know is not coming. One of the soldiers sitting at the edge of the wagon seems to be at ease with all of this, however. His nose and mouth are covered by a white cloth, but his eyes are focused on the smoke rising above the tree line. They must be getting closer to their destination as now gunfire can also be heard. He takes off his blue hat, revealing his shiny bald head, and then pulls down the cloth to reveal the face of Xavier Lux. He reaches into the pockets of his blue uniform, pulling a small pouch containing chewing tobacco. He puts a generous amount in his mouth and then notices that the soldier across from him is watching him intently.
Xavier: What is it Steele, you want some?
Steele: Nah brotha, you know that stuff can kill you.
Xavier: Is that so?
Steele: Yessir..
Xavier: So can war, but it didn’t to stop you from joining did it?
Steele: Let me tell you something brother, this is different, we’re fighting for the Union… It is our duty to our country, right brothers?!
Most don’t say anything, but a soldier sitting at the opposite end laughs.
Steele: You find something funny Ace?
Ace looks at him with a smirk on his face before answering.
Ace: I do boyo.
Steele: Well, go on, spill it.
Ace: Not all of us are here because we want to fulfill our patriotic duty… Some of us, just needed something to do…
Xavier: You think volunteering to fight in this war is just ‘something to do’?
Ace: I come from a small town in Lubbock, Texas where nothing ever happens… I needed some adventure in my life, and no, war may not be an adventure, but the getting here was… The going there is, and if I survive-
Random Soldier: You won’t.
Ace: Well thanks for the vote of confidence Joe.
Joe: I just mean it in that, I don’t think any of us will survive this.
Ace: Well if you can hold off your pep talk until we get off the wagons, that would be swell. If I survive, then I can only imagine the sort of adventures I would go on in a free country.
“That sounds nice” another soldier says, joining the conversation, the one that was praying.
Ace: See? Travis knows what I’m talking about don’t you Trav?
Travis: I mean, I don’t consider myself the adventurous type, but I just want to build a new life for myself… I really didn’t have many options, joining the military was my only out.
They nod sympathetically and then look at the other soldiers who haven’t spoken up, but they don’t look to be very interested in the conversation and that is likely because for them, joining the fight was not optional, they were forced, by the military draft. Travis turns to Xavier.
Travis: What about you, why did you join up?
Everyone turns their attention to Xavier who spits to the outside before putting his hat back on and grabbing one of the rifles.
Xavier: I’m just here for the bloodbath.
They all look at him and at each other puzzled. Xavier covers his face up with the cloth again up to his nose. Before Travis gets to ask a follow up question, the wagon comes to a stop and orders are heard being screamed both from the front and the back as the wagons arrive at the camp and eventual warzone. All are instructed to get out and line up, then join their respective units. All the soldiers in the wagon where Xavier was, are part of the same unit and so they join a group of about 56 other soldiers. As they line up in eight rows of eight, their captain gives their order, letting them know they’ll head into battle as soon as the sun breaks the tree line. They see about four units in front of them, with one already marching into the forest and disappearing behind it. Xavier patently taps his finger on the butt of the rifle strapped to his shoulder.
Another unit goes in.
He looks around without moving, some on his unit are shaking, others continue praying, while the guy right in front of him pisses his pants and Xavier takes half a step back, not caring if he breaks his line a little bit… He may bleed today, he may die today, but he’ll be damned if he’s getting pissed on.
Another unit goes in.
One more and then they are next. Their captain screams more instructions at them, follow by what he feels are words of encouragement but Xavier has tuned him out, focusing on the forest, the sun rise and the screams both of battle cries and cries of battle. There is a difference.
His unit is a go now.
Xavier: Time to pay my homage to James Howlett.
Ace: Then I’ll watch your back like Victor Creed.
They rush in, rifles in hand, bayonets pointing straight forward, into the forest. Bullets begin to fly by his ears, his unit is supposed to come to a stop, line up, and then stand there, take aim and fire, then let the row behind them go but Xavier screams out loud.
Xavier: FUCK THAT!
Steele: Language man!
Travis: Oh grow a set man, we’re at war!
Xavier charges on, weaving in and out of the trees, trying to avoid getting shot. Most of his unit is dead within minutes, but Ace is still with him, and they push through, finally reaching enemy lines but while Ace hangs back and begins shooting, Xavier stabs people left and right with his bayonet and when that gets broken off, he flips the rifle around and uses it like a baseball bat. His face is covered with the blood of the confederate soldiers and his eyes are full of rage and unsatisfied thirst… But eventually he, like all his unit now, falls, first, from a shot to his knee and then one to his left pec. As he falls face first into the dirt, a few soldiers stab him in the back for good measure before moving on. Xavier, still alive somehow, flips over. He looks up at the trees that he knows are supposed to be green, but everything is gray from the smoke and ash. His blinking slows until his eyes no longer shut and he breathes his last breath in.
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Ace pops his face on top of Xavier’s and shakes his head at him.
Ace: Didn’t I tell you to keep the body count low? They are not going to like this.
Ace walks away and then everything fades to black, before the following words appear:
>END SIMULATION<
Xavier removes a virtual reality headset, and the darkness turns into brightness until his eyes can adjust and when they do, he can see dozens of other people doing the same while others still seem to be plugged in. As he stands up, he gets a lot of dirty looks from people who appeared to be taking the simulation quite seriously. Xavier just smirks and leaves the simulation room, which is inside of a hangar in a private airfield in Hartford, Connecticut. Okay, so at least that part was real. The banner that hangs above reads “Re-live The Civil War and the battle that happened right here in our own town, 160 years ago.” Xavier, who is wearing his usual street clothes, throws on his favorite pair of shades as his eyesight is still not quite there yet. He walks up to a food truck and buys something to drink and then takes a seat a bench nearby as he watches a group of tourists being led by a guide into the woods for the ‘real’ tour. Xavier drinks some of his drink before he starts to think about the real reason he is here in Hartford: Monday Night Smash.
Unless you’re living under a rock, you saw what I did at the last Smash, taking out not only Johnny Stylez, but my good homie, Peter Vaughn… I got plenty to say to Pete, but this’ not his time, I’ll talk to or about him on Monday… But this time right here, is for my first opponent, officially, in the bloodbath division, and yo, what a helluva opponent have I been given to kick this thing off: “The Beast” John Cable.
Xavier pauses momentarily before spitting on the ground in disgust.
Or at least he used to be. Bruh, what I would give to have had a chance to face The Beast when this promotion got re-started over a year ago… Or maybe even way before that, when Johnny Boy was at his prime… But instead, I get a washed up version of the man that was… I get a tamed version of a man that now wears a mask, not to put fear into people, but out of shame… I could say: “man, how the mighty have fallen”, but were you even mighty at one point Cable? I’ll be honest, before WGWF, I had only heard of what a great wrestler you were, but more importantly than that, what violent beast you were… But your run here in WGWF has been anything but… and sure, you’ve had some decent feuds… You took my boy Fred Debonair to task, but what did that lead to man? A couple of freaks pretending to be you and rumors of you and that snake handler Lexi Gold being a couple? Oh you have denied until you voice has become hoarse and your fingers numbed from all that typing… Oh wait, you’re not on social media are you, it’s someone else, pretending to be you… Look I don’t even care about all of that, and the only reason I bring up that doll-loving freak is to show how soft you’ve become. How I’m getting the ‘cuddles’ version of The Beast that was… Between your ‘friendly relationships’ and trying to be one of the very few “good guys” in WGWF, I can’t express just how disappointed I am…
Xavier pauses, as he really can’t, but once he gathers his thoughts he continues.
Why are you trying to be a good guy like Cholo? You think that because that schtick works for him, it’s going to work for you? Look at you John and then look at Cholo… Do you not see the differences? He’s a hot Latino with a great bod, great hair and charisma oozing out of every pore. Women want to be with him and men want to be him. You are monster who wears a gimpy green mask with zippers that causes everyone to run away from you, both men and women… Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure there are some freaks out there who you are their special kind of kink, but even then those numbers are small and nothing to be proud of for obvious reasons. What about children? You think they’ll ever cheer on someone who looks like he came out of their nightmares? Don’t even get me started on how much the children love Cholo… Let’s just focus on the wrestling and he got you there… He’s won the top two titles in this promotion, is the current ‘face’ and ‘wrestler’ of the year and what have you done? What trophies do you have to your name here John? What titles? Oh! I got one, you are the “flag bearer” for WGWF right? Yeah, way to represent WGWF against Team TPW, you guys took a big L on that one… You let a punk like Clyde Newton both run and ruin your team… Who was in the team you faced by the way? Oh that’s right, I WAS! But hey, at least here you’re doing a great job against the likes of The Fortunate Ones.
Xavier rolls his eyes.
Face it John, you’re not a good guy, because you ain’t good period, and you will never be one and should give up on this dream of yours that will never become a reality. But why am I bringing all of this up, right? Why the comparisons? Well because you and I are scheduled to compete in an official Bloodbath division match… The type? A light tube match, which I don’t know if you have ever been in one Cable, but I have and they are brutal… Was I facing the old John Cable, man, I would be hella worried… But this version of yourself, pfft, the only thing I’m worried about is how badly I am going to hurt you, which makes me wonder if Lexi will still love you enough if you became a disfigured beast? You wear a mask now to make a fashion statement I’m guessing, a poor one, but now you are going to have to wear a mask to hide all the damage I am going to do to you. There is nothing more than I love doing than kicking people’s heads off… imagine what my kicks will do when you put light tubes in between them and your face…. Oh right the mask will protect you, but do you think that I consider it beneath me to rip that mask of your head? Maybe if you were a natural born Mexican wrestler who wears a mask because it’s part of his heritage, tradition, or family. But your mask? The first chance I get I’m ripping it off to make sure that every piece of broken glass and light dust pierces that skin of yours and why? Because I’m bloodthirsty John, and in this division that is exactly what you need to be.
Xavier sees a group of about six guys walking towards him, one leading the charge, but the others try to hold him back. Xavier smirks and finishes up.
Do you believe in fate John? Nah? Me either… But it is interesting that this match is happening at the “XL Center” in Hartford, Connecticut… Whether you or anyone in this new division agrees, Xavier Lux IS at the center of the Bloodbath division. Everything will revolve around me because I will be the heart pumping the body of the WGWF full of blood… But it won’t be my blood, but yours… and Stylez and Vaughn and anyone who dares join it. What started at the last show, will continue this coming Monday and it will not end, until I am standing knee deep in a sea of my opponents' blood and have my bloody hands on that bloody championship!
Xavier finishes his drink as he watches half amused as they approach him, with the one clearly with the problem pointing at him.
Man: Hey! It’s called a reenactment for a reason! You can’t just go off like that and do whatever the hell you want, there are rules!
Xavier: Apparently I can, and if they didn’t want people to have free will, like back on those days, then they should have turned it off in the simulation.
Man: You’re supposed to just do what you’re told so you can get the full experience of what really happen!
Xavier: Look man, I wasn’t lying when I said I just went in for the bloodbath, I don’t care what you or anyone else went in there for… Wait, you weren’t the guy who pissed his pants were you?
The man tries to go after Xavier, but his buddies hold him back and one of them tells him:
Man: Dude, don’t you know who that is? That’s Xavier Lux, from TPW, he’ll fuck you up… Let’s go.
Man: I’m not buyin’ it!
Xavier: I’m not selling anything… I’m also in WGWF by the way. Look, if you don’t want to get your ass beat in the real world as well, just listen to your friends. Don’t get me wrong, I want blood on my hands, just not yours.
The man finally calms down and just waves Xavier off and they start to head back.
Xavier: Now that’s a good confederate lap dog.
The man turns around and pushes his buddies off him.
Man: You son of a bitch!
Xavier stands up and side steps the man, tripping him. He stumbles onto the bench and flips over it, landing on his ass with his legs wide open. Xavier quickly comes around and delivers a penalty kick right to the man’s nuts. He doubles over in pain, Xavier simply looks down at him as he puts his shades on.
Xavier: You might want to get your friend a diaper, looks like he pissed his pants again.
Xavier walks off, patting the one guy who recognized him on his shoulder and heads for the parking lot where his Hummer is.
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