Post by "Venom" Xavier Lux on Apr 19, 2024 16:37:32 GMT -5
OCC: But I didn't want to no-show. The GM knows my situation.
“The greatest bloodbaths in the history of the human race were recorded in the twentieth century in countries that sought to eliminate God, worship, and faith.”
Xavier Lux finds himself in a place that is far as can be from Dallas: Olkhon island, Eastern Siberia, Russia. It is a bitter 27 degrees on this side of the world, with snow in the forecast … A yacht is currently docked in the costal sand dunes of the island, where he is walking towards a local tribe who considers this island a very powerful and spiritual place. Is that what he has come here to do? Get in touch with his spirit? Find inner peace? Prepare mentally for what surely is to be a brutal match? We’re about to find out. He has bundled up nicely, from head to toe, in polar quality clothes, which includes leathered boots, insulated pants and heavy jacket and wool hat, but his face is unprotected, and his facial expression lets you know that despite from being from Miami, Florida, he isn’t fazed by the cold. He approaches the small village of about 20 cottages, all made from dark brown wood with short and flat roofs. There is a party of about six locals there to meet him, all wearing colorful garments, traditional of their tribe. Xavier introduces himself to them, mostly with a hand wave and a nod and while the men simply nod back, two ladies approach him and shake his hand. He points towards the yacht and says one word in Russian:
Xavier:запасы.
Which sounds like ‘zapasy’, but means: supplies. The two ladies turn to face the men, and then they make their way over to get the supplies. A couple of them whistle and other locals come out of their cottages, most of them young men who quickly join in and head for the yacht. The ladies then say a whole lot of native Russian to Xavier who raises his eyebrows, clearly not understanding but says another word in Russian in return:
Xavier:куклы?
Meaning dolls. The ladies smile and nod excitedly and one of them goes inside one of the cottages and comes back rather quickly carrying a small wooden crate, 2 feet long. She hands the crate over to Xavier and then together the ladies bow. Xavier doesn’t bow back but nods as respectfully as he can. The men return from the yacht carrying backpacks, boxes, bags as well as pulling crates and Xavier, considering the trade done, heads back to his ride. The locals watch him with wonder, but that wears out quickly and they begin to look through all the stuff he brought, which includes medicines, can goods. clothes, etc. A few hours later, the yacht now floats peacefully on the North Basin in lake Baikal. Xavier is sitting in the back, where a nice electric furnace provides enough heat for him to just wear a black sweater and khaki pants with gray loafers. Sitting in the table in front of him is the wooden crate. He holds a drink in his hand, which he spins around slowly as he studies the crate.
Xavier: You are probably wondering what could be so precious, that I had to come all the way out here to pick up myself. Well, the answer to that is twofold… One, I just needed to get away as the last thing I want is to spend any more days than I have to in that shithole known as Texas. By now you know how much I hate that state. Two, the item in front of me is so precious, so valuable, that I had to come myself because I wanted to see the place where it is handcrafted. These people are the best at making these, but let me put your mind at ease, especially my opponents for Wrestle Wars, it’s not Bertha’s sister, or another relative… Don’t worry, Bertha is one of kind. But this is a piece of art I got made just for this match. But before I open it, I wanted to get something off my chest.
Xavier gulps down his drink and then places the glass down in a corner table.
Xavier: You see, some of these motherfuckers clearly want no part of the Bloodbath title… Confused? You shouldn’t be, it’s so obvious… Guys like Slater, Ragnarok, Rocco and Amber don’t want to be the first ever champion because they are not giving this match, and this title the attention it deserves. Still confused? Well, let me ask you this, how many matches am I booked in? One, correct. How many matches are these four idiots I just mentioned booked in? Two, right again and some of these egotistical maniacs are wrestling twice on the same fucking night! How big are their egos? The audacity to think that you will have anything left after the bloodbath match to compete in a second match… Oh sure, they could have the other match before this one, but that only means they won’t be coming into it 100% making it easy pickings for…. Guess who? No, not me, BERTHA! Oh, she’s salivating at the thought of getting sloppy seconds, she doesn’t mind it at all.
Xavier produces the barbwire chair seemingly out of nowhere and kisses it before turning his attention to the crate.
Xavier: Let’s open it, shall we?
He unties the rope securing the crate, and then removes the lid. He then brushes off the packing fluff before pulling out the contents: a big doll. A Russian nesting doll, which has been beautifully crafted, and just equality as beautifully painted to look just like Tristan Slater. Xavier smiles widely.
Xavier: Gorgeous. Not Tristan, the craftmanship. These ladies are the real deal, they made Mac Bane’s side bitch, Tristan Slater look historic…
He places the doll down and spins it around slowly, admiring all the artwork.
Xavier:Tristan has the balls to book himself in a match against one of my heroes, one of the men I had the opportunity to wrestle once in TPW and was lucky enough to survive and emerge victorious: Robert “The Omega” Main. He thinks that after that monster gets through with him, he’ll have enough left in the tank for a match this extreme. Damn Slater, how hard did Cholo drop you on your head to think you can pull off double duty? You’re not only disrespecting everyone in this match, but Main as well. That man is one of the most respected wrestlers all over the globe… But more than that, he is one of the most feared. I know he’s going to be just as offended as I am when he sees you thinking you can compete on both matches, and I know he is going to be just as merciless as I will be. Regardless of what match you have first Slater, you’re fucked! Either Omega tears you to pieces and sends you to us in a paper waste basket, or Bertha and I will mutilate you beyond recognition, to the point that Robert is going to have no choice but be happy to take a win via forfeit. You chose the wrong day to puff up your chest and feed your ego, because the only thing you’ll be feeding on Saturday, is Bertha here, and the last, the end, The Omega.
He stops spinning it, finding what he was looking for, a little latch that allows him to detach the upper half of the doll. He removes it, and then pulls out the smaller doll inside it.
Xavier: What in the actual fuck? Another Mont? Damn, this family is just as bad as the Kardashians or the damn Weasleys. Somebody put a cork on Mamma Mont’s vagina! Anyway, I know exactly what to do with you Rocco! First, I will give you props in that at least, you are fighting on a different night… Second, you are taking on a tough sumbitch, I mean he has to be, right? With a name like Corey Bull? Then again, I’m sure he’s always getting confused with Benny the Bull, the Chicago mascot… But I digress, Benny, I mean Corey is not my opponent, but you Rocco… But where I won’t give you props is for still booking yourself twice… You see, all four of you are letting me know that you care more about making money than winning gold… You care more about making that ‘per appearance’ chump change instead of the glory that comes with becoming the very first Bloodbath Champion. This title match should be your only focus Rocco, but you double book yourself which means your mind is split… You’re thinking about both matches, you can’t “J-Mont” focus, you can’t prepare the right way and don’t tell me that you would prepare the same way for both matches because that’s a lie. They are very different… and if I’m Corey Bull, I’m salivating as I think about wrapping that bull rope around your throat, after I have put you through hell in our match.
He opens that doll to reveal the one inside.
Xavier: Ah, the greedy ass bitch named Amber Mansley who I already had the displeasure of meeting, both in and out the ring. We were both in the X-Division title match and came up short… But whereas I moved on to the Bloodbath title, this woman can’t accept defeat and is challenging for that championship as well. Now I ain’t saying she a goldigga, but she ain’t messing with no broke, well, let’s just say that one title match isn’t enough for her and I’m surprised if not shocked that both general managers would allow her to be in both title matches… But hey, I guess when you look like she does, these fucking perverted general managers will grant her every wish. Personally, I’m not into plastics, but that’s neither here nor there… But what does it really say that amber is in two title matches? Well, to me it’s quite simple: she knows she has zero changes at winning the Bloodbath title, and so her safety net is trying to win a championship that let’s face it, is not as extreme as it was cracked up to be. I told J-Mont that bitch Clyde Newton was not worthy and sure enough, he gave up the title and ran his ass out of WGWF with his tail tucked between his legs. Now either Amber or Damage will become X-Division champion, what a sad statement to make. But put any little dreams you have about becoming a double champ, because I’m dousing any chances you have, Ambs.
He splits that one as well, to reveal the next doll.
Xavier: The last of the double booked, and this one is a headscratcher, Raganarok! Your dumbass has the main event against probably the most sadistic being in the Smash roster if not the whole WGWF. You are facing a man that has yet to be defeated in The Enigma. All your energy should be going into that match because let’s face it, you need to be at your very best to go one-on-one with Enigma, and even then, it may not be enough. From what I hear, this is your big break! At the same time, this could also be your last hurrah, after all, you’ve had other title shots before and come up short. Though a long time ago you did hold the tag titles for bit… Then there was the whole ordeal with Sonya Benson and the TV championship, glad I wasn’t here for that mess but the point being is, this is your Wrestle Wars moment, and you are willing to sacrifice it by also throwing your name in the bloodbath hat? Do you really think that I’m going to take it easy on you, so you go well rested into your main event match? Do you think that I am just going to step aside or lay down for you, so you go into the main event with the chance to become a double champion? OH HELL NAH RAGS! I’m nobody’s steppingstone, I will not be a part of your highlight reel… But I will make you a footnote in my bloody story.
Xavier puts the doll down and doesn’t continue opening the doll, perhaps there are no more, or perhas he is just thirsty as he hits up the bar for some “Jewel of Russia” ultra vodka, limited. He serves himself in another glass, which already has some ice cubes in it. He stirs it, takes a sip and then comes back out.
Xavier: So who does that leave in this match as a real threat to my championship dreams? Johnny Stylez and Peter Vaughn.
He grabs the doll, splits it in half and reveals the next doll which this one he can hold in a single hand.
Xavier: Johnny boy, where you at? I announced myself as part of the Bloodbath division by bashing your brains in and what do you do in return? Absolutely nothing! I don’t know if I should feel proud or offended about that… Am I not worthy of your attention? Or are you scared of what I may do next? Oh, I get it, you’re too busy playing tag team with your friend Synn to worry about me… Perhaps you, like the four I mentioned before, don’t have you’re your full attention on this match and perhaps are brooding in your little dark hole that the powers that be didn’t put you in the match against The Clowns. If that’s the case, all that anger is not good for you… It can be quite, toxic actually. I’m sorry, Toxik, is that right? Well, if there is a man who knows a thing or two about toxics and yours truly: “The Man with Venom in his Veins”. I have a little move I call The Toxin so I can sort of relate to where you two are coming from, I feel you even, I really do… And speaking of feelings, because of your fucking insolence, you are going to feel The Toxin, with a special twist, as I place Bertha between your face and my feet! Because you can ignore me all you want, but Bertha, she doesn’t like getting ignored… She craves all the attention and if you give her the cold shoulder, she’s going to turn that shoulder, your neck, and your whole damn head bloody!
He split Johnny’s doll to reveal the last doll, made of solid wood but equally crafted in excellence. Peter’s face has been painted so perfectly that it gives Xavier chills. He turns it in his hand, admiring the work before putting it down and sighing deeply.
Xavier: Last, but definitely not least, my friend Peter Vaughn… The Mechanic, where to begin with you, with us? Well, I guess the first thing I should say to you is, I’m sorry homie. Truly I am, and wish you weren’t involved in this whole ordeal, but like me, you are not only thirsty for gold, but thirsty for violence… You need to feed that side of you just like I do, and frankly, I had been ignoring that side of me for a while now… Too busy competing for tame championships… Too busy worried with ‘the end of the line’ and too concerned with the number 100. By the way, you were #79, if you were wondering… I’m only counting our last match, which was the only 1 on 1 match we ever had. Honestly, that was supposed to have been my last match, but like the saying goes, ‘just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in’. Do I regret it? No, my record is 9-4 overall in this last run, but no gold to show for it and so you know why this match means that much more to me. So yes, I’m sorry Pete, for what I did to you the other night, but more importantly, what Bertha and I are going to do at Wrestle Wars. I know you are going to be looking to hurt me just as bad, if not worse… Or are you? I was expecting you to throw everything including the kitchen sink at me at the following shows, but much like Stylez, you did… nothing… Well, no, you did do something… You went and talked to Cholo about it… Really Pete? Why not come and talk to me about it? Normally I would say is it because of fear, but I know you don’t fear me Pete just like I know you don’t fear any man period. So what was that about? Testing Cholo? Why does that matter? He had nothing to do with this man, as you quickly found out… I am very intrigued as to why you went that route, but I’ll tell you this… if this match was one-on-one, I would be worried about the wrath you are about to storm down on me… But with so many variables, the chances for anything to happen are too great… You may try to get me alone, but others will get involved, and I will use that, to find a way to win.
He puts Peter’s doll separate from the others.
Xavier: For the third time, I am sorry Pete, I still love you like a brother, but this match can only end in one way… With me as the bloody champion, and you as the exiled.
He grabs Bertha and looks at her like a baseball player looks at a bat before hitting a homerun.
Xavier:Along with everyone else in this match.
He swings, smashing all the dolls at once, except Peter’s which he had set aside.
“The greatest bloodbath in the history of WGWF is about to happen, at Wrestle Wars Night 1, where Xavier Lux seeks to eliminate false gods, men and women that shouldn’t be worshiped, and those of little faith.”
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