Post by "King Venom" Xavier Lux on Feb 28, 2024 23:32:27 GMT -5
I.
I sit at the edge of my bed looking at a signed 8x10 photo of Team TPW… Junko, Tact, Ava and even that deserted J-Mont has signed it along with me…
“The Thunderamaniacs” I scoff, and then think back to my conversation with Alexi in January that landed me in this team.
Xavier is in Alexander Marshall’s office during Friday Night Fury, and we join mid-conversation.
Marshall: In my eyes, you haven't proved anything. If you want to prove yourself, you can do it as a member of team TPW in a 5 on 5 Match against WGWF…[/font]
XL: Who’s in team TPW?
Marshall at the time couldn’t tell Xavier out loud who was in the team, so he points at one of the bios on his desk: J-Mont’s. He then goes to pull out another, Larry Tact’s, but Xavier holds out his hand.
XL: Stop, you had me at -
Marshall shooshes him, but had Xavier known that J-Mont was going to walk out on the team because he couldn’t put his feud with Junko on pause, and knowing that he had just helped Newton win a title in another promotion against Xavier, the same promotion they were facing in this war, Xavier would have probably told Marshall to stick Team TPW up his ass… But a) he really wants a TPW title shot and b) he trusted his so called “homie”.
Xavier accepts and they shake hands.
I then think of the discussion prior to that which lead to the decision, which was me wanting a title shot, any title shot, feeling I had earned it already…I want that Prestige championship so bad but he would not let me anywhere near it or any other title, because I hadn’t earn it yet… But if I joined Team TPW, then I would get the opportunity… So I became a Thunderamaniac and while J-Mont walking out on us made winning the match tougher, the goal in the end was achieved, mostly thanks to me… Sure Larry was the leader… Sure Junko go the pin… and sure, Ava, well Ava was just happy to be there… But anyway, if you look for the backbone of Team TPW, then you look no further than “The Man with Venom in his Veins”.
I stand up and walk towards a nearby trashcan.
While the bonus for winning the match was a nice addition to my banking account, what I really wanted was my promised title shot. Now mind you, at the time I was thinking that if I joined, I was getting a direct shot right away after Uncivil War, at the first Fury right afterwards… So, imagine my surprise when I see the card booked, and instead of being in the main event with a shot at one of TPW’s titles, I am placed in a “beat the clock challenge” match along with five other wrestlers I didn’t even know were in the TPW roster. So, my reward for putting my body on the line for this company is “a shot, at a shot, at a title, somewhere down the line.”
"What a bunch of bullshit" I say as I tear the picture in half, then throw it in the trash.
I know Terry and I don’t like each other, but at least he wasn’t as shrewd as his brother is, he would keep his word and give me what I am owed no matter how much he might hate it… Well, fool me once, shame on Marshall… But he will never get a chance to fool me twice and if he tries to cross me again, I will Fudge him the Fudge up… and if he doesn’t think I am a man of my word, then he simply needs to ask his brother.
I open a sliding door and let the 90-degree weather enter the room I am in. I’m only wearing swimming trunks, so the heat feels nice against my skin. I take a deep breath and then take in the sounds of the Phuket rain forest here in Thailand, and then stare at the beautiful paradise beach right in front of me with the Patong Bay across in the distance. This area of this beach is isolated, which is why I like coming here when I need to do certain business, but also get away from it all. Once my body is acclimated to the heat, I walk barefooted in the white sands and let the small waves hit my feet, and they are warm as well… I then take a running start and go for a deep swim in the clear blue waters.
II.
I sit atop some large rocks at night, near a cliff which overlooks the same beach I went swimming in earlier today. I sip on a Thai beer called Singha which is pretty good. Behind me, a bonfire burns brightly and a trio of musicians play some local instruments and sing a song in Siamese that I obviously don’t understand but sounds very soothing. There are a few tourists I met earlier today dance drunkenly around the bonfire and have tried to get me to dance a few times, but I’m just not feeling it… Probably because I’m thinking about this beat the clock challenge I got in a few days… It’s been almost 2 months since I last competed in a singles match in TPW, and that’s two months too long in my book. A local lady brings me a basket, and inside it there are five, voodoo-like dolls that I ask her to make for me, getting them to resemble, as much as possible, the 5 other wrestlers in this challenge. I thank her, and she goes on her way. I pull out my phone and launch my drone up to call up the drone I like to use for my promos… It appears, out of nowhere, and once the green light on its belly lights up, I begin.
It has been brought to my attention that these three matches in the beat the clock challenge have been set-up as TPW Roster vs. “enhancement talents”. We all know what those are right? Local, independent wrestlers from whatever town we happened to be in who are brought in as extras for one single purpose: make the superstars of Thunder Pro Wrestling look good. That is the exact purpose of my opponent Jimmy “The King” and that is the exact purpose of Angelo Caito and someone who simply goes by the name of “Inquisition”.
I mean with names like those, you have to be extras right?
Sure they are popular with the indie crowd, with those marks who like to think that inside the gym of the high school they go to, or the bingo hall their parents play at, or the lodge they frequent, is where “real rasslin’ takes place, brother!” But this is Thunder Pro Wrestling… Sure we use to be just a small promotion from Poop hole number 2 known as West Virginia… and in case you have forgotten, Texas is what I consider Poop hole number 1. But TPW grew and became the best promotion out of Florida and now we not only go cross country, but we have become international baby! Look at me sounding like a company guy when everyone knows I hate the Marshalls and you could never fool me again into carrying the flag for this damn company… But I say all of that to say this, wrestlers like The Inquisition and Caito do not belong at this level… They are here only to make Wildman Watson, Sam Badman and yours truly look amazing as the three of us, not the 3 of them, try to beat the clock…
I grab the 3 dolls representing them and throw them on the bonfire and watch them quickly burn up.
Don’t worry, I said “voodoo-like”… Nothing is going to happen to those 3 nobodies.
Now, I wasn’t kidding when I said I didn’t know the five other wrestlers in this event were part of TPW. That was a shoot brother, but what I do know is how to tell the difference between real talent and enhancement talent and that is how I know which three of us are the real competitors in this event, but at the same time, Watson and Badman don’t even come close to matching my talent. Both have been around TPW for a while, and they have never amounted to much, they seem like crowd darlings… You know, those wrestlers that fans will cheer for no matter their record or how they never win any titles or any events, but can’t fire them because the fans love them!
I look at the dolls representing them and also throw them in the fire. Glad the old lady is not here to see her hard work go to waste, but she was rewarded handsomely and I only had those made to serve as visual aids. I finish my beer and go grab another before continuing.
What about my opponent, Jimmy “The King”… Do his subjects who attend Friday Night Fury love him? Is he a Lord Stark or a Lord Farquaad? If you don’t know who those two kings were, let’s just say that one of them didn’t get “ahead” in life while the other came up a little “short”. HA! I got jokes!
Look clearly I’m reaching with my insults here but the truth of the matter is I haven’t done any homework on my opponents because I really don’t need to… Truly, I only have one opponent, King Jimmy, and all I got to do as soon as that bell rings is hit him with one of my trademark kicks and pin him for the 1, 2, 3…. It’s that simple… What is that? 10 seconds tops? I won’t be going for my usual finisher off the top because that will take extra time and my opponent doesn’t warrant it… Seconds are precious in this type of event, and I simply don’t see the other two matches being under a minute each no matter how much Caito or the Inquisition try to put a fight against Watson and Badman …
The King I'm facing may have a crown in his head made from solid gold and gems but that chin he is sporting looks like it is made out of glass, and I simply cannot wait to kick the Poop out of it.
I push a few buttons on my phone and the drone stops recording and flies away. I continue to drink my beer, then one of my new friends comes over and wraps her arms around me and gives me a small peck on the cheek. She smells delicious and her breasts pressing against my back feel like the start to the perfect massage. She whispers sweet nothings into my ear and I can't help but smile. We both look at the full moon over the Indian ocean and I think how I don’t really want to leave this place.
“Only a few more matches.” I lie to myself.
I sit at the edge of my bed looking at a signed 8x10 photo of Team TPW… Junko, Tact, Ava and even that deserted J-Mont has signed it along with me…
“The Thunderamaniacs” I scoff, and then think back to my conversation with Alexi in January that landed me in this team.
Flashback.
Xavier is in Alexander Marshall’s office during Friday Night Fury, and we join mid-conversation.
Marshall: In my eyes, you haven't proved anything. If you want to prove yourself, you can do it as a member of team TPW in a 5 on 5 Match against WGWF…[/font]
XL: Who’s in team TPW?
Marshall at the time couldn’t tell Xavier out loud who was in the team, so he points at one of the bios on his desk: J-Mont’s. He then goes to pull out another, Larry Tact’s, but Xavier holds out his hand.
XL: Stop, you had me at -
Marshall shooshes him, but had Xavier known that J-Mont was going to walk out on the team because he couldn’t put his feud with Junko on pause, and knowing that he had just helped Newton win a title in another promotion against Xavier, the same promotion they were facing in this war, Xavier would have probably told Marshall to stick Team TPW up his ass… But a) he really wants a TPW title shot and b) he trusted his so called “homie”.
Xavier accepts and they shake hands.
Present Time.
I then think of the discussion prior to that which lead to the decision, which was me wanting a title shot, any title shot, feeling I had earned it already…I want that Prestige championship so bad but he would not let me anywhere near it or any other title, because I hadn’t earn it yet… But if I joined Team TPW, then I would get the opportunity… So I became a Thunderamaniac and while J-Mont walking out on us made winning the match tougher, the goal in the end was achieved, mostly thanks to me… Sure Larry was the leader… Sure Junko go the pin… and sure, Ava, well Ava was just happy to be there… But anyway, if you look for the backbone of Team TPW, then you look no further than “The Man with Venom in his Veins”.
I stand up and walk towards a nearby trashcan.
While the bonus for winning the match was a nice addition to my banking account, what I really wanted was my promised title shot. Now mind you, at the time I was thinking that if I joined, I was getting a direct shot right away after Uncivil War, at the first Fury right afterwards… So, imagine my surprise when I see the card booked, and instead of being in the main event with a shot at one of TPW’s titles, I am placed in a “beat the clock challenge” match along with five other wrestlers I didn’t even know were in the TPW roster. So, my reward for putting my body on the line for this company is “a shot, at a shot, at a title, somewhere down the line.”
"What a bunch of bullshit" I say as I tear the picture in half, then throw it in the trash.
I know Terry and I don’t like each other, but at least he wasn’t as shrewd as his brother is, he would keep his word and give me what I am owed no matter how much he might hate it… Well, fool me once, shame on Marshall… But he will never get a chance to fool me twice and if he tries to cross me again, I will Fudge him the Fudge up… and if he doesn’t think I am a man of my word, then he simply needs to ask his brother.
I open a sliding door and let the 90-degree weather enter the room I am in. I’m only wearing swimming trunks, so the heat feels nice against my skin. I take a deep breath and then take in the sounds of the Phuket rain forest here in Thailand, and then stare at the beautiful paradise beach right in front of me with the Patong Bay across in the distance. This area of this beach is isolated, which is why I like coming here when I need to do certain business, but also get away from it all. Once my body is acclimated to the heat, I walk barefooted in the white sands and let the small waves hit my feet, and they are warm as well… I then take a running start and go for a deep swim in the clear blue waters.
II.
I sit atop some large rocks at night, near a cliff which overlooks the same beach I went swimming in earlier today. I sip on a Thai beer called Singha which is pretty good. Behind me, a bonfire burns brightly and a trio of musicians play some local instruments and sing a song in Siamese that I obviously don’t understand but sounds very soothing. There are a few tourists I met earlier today dance drunkenly around the bonfire and have tried to get me to dance a few times, but I’m just not feeling it… Probably because I’m thinking about this beat the clock challenge I got in a few days… It’s been almost 2 months since I last competed in a singles match in TPW, and that’s two months too long in my book. A local lady brings me a basket, and inside it there are five, voodoo-like dolls that I ask her to make for me, getting them to resemble, as much as possible, the 5 other wrestlers in this challenge. I thank her, and she goes on her way. I pull out my phone and launch my drone up to call up the drone I like to use for my promos… It appears, out of nowhere, and once the green light on its belly lights up, I begin.
It has been brought to my attention that these three matches in the beat the clock challenge have been set-up as TPW Roster vs. “enhancement talents”. We all know what those are right? Local, independent wrestlers from whatever town we happened to be in who are brought in as extras for one single purpose: make the superstars of Thunder Pro Wrestling look good. That is the exact purpose of my opponent Jimmy “The King” and that is the exact purpose of Angelo Caito and someone who simply goes by the name of “Inquisition”.
I mean with names like those, you have to be extras right?
Sure they are popular with the indie crowd, with those marks who like to think that inside the gym of the high school they go to, or the bingo hall their parents play at, or the lodge they frequent, is where “real rasslin’ takes place, brother!” But this is Thunder Pro Wrestling… Sure we use to be just a small promotion from Poop hole number 2 known as West Virginia… and in case you have forgotten, Texas is what I consider Poop hole number 1. But TPW grew and became the best promotion out of Florida and now we not only go cross country, but we have become international baby! Look at me sounding like a company guy when everyone knows I hate the Marshalls and you could never fool me again into carrying the flag for this damn company… But I say all of that to say this, wrestlers like The Inquisition and Caito do not belong at this level… They are here only to make Wildman Watson, Sam Badman and yours truly look amazing as the three of us, not the 3 of them, try to beat the clock…
I grab the 3 dolls representing them and throw them on the bonfire and watch them quickly burn up.
Don’t worry, I said “voodoo-like”… Nothing is going to happen to those 3 nobodies.
Now, I wasn’t kidding when I said I didn’t know the five other wrestlers in this event were part of TPW. That was a shoot brother, but what I do know is how to tell the difference between real talent and enhancement talent and that is how I know which three of us are the real competitors in this event, but at the same time, Watson and Badman don’t even come close to matching my talent. Both have been around TPW for a while, and they have never amounted to much, they seem like crowd darlings… You know, those wrestlers that fans will cheer for no matter their record or how they never win any titles or any events, but can’t fire them because the fans love them!
I look at the dolls representing them and also throw them in the fire. Glad the old lady is not here to see her hard work go to waste, but she was rewarded handsomely and I only had those made to serve as visual aids. I finish my beer and go grab another before continuing.
What about my opponent, Jimmy “The King”… Do his subjects who attend Friday Night Fury love him? Is he a Lord Stark or a Lord Farquaad? If you don’t know who those two kings were, let’s just say that one of them didn’t get “ahead” in life while the other came up a little “short”. HA! I got jokes!
Look clearly I’m reaching with my insults here but the truth of the matter is I haven’t done any homework on my opponents because I really don’t need to… Truly, I only have one opponent, King Jimmy, and all I got to do as soon as that bell rings is hit him with one of my trademark kicks and pin him for the 1, 2, 3…. It’s that simple… What is that? 10 seconds tops? I won’t be going for my usual finisher off the top because that will take extra time and my opponent doesn’t warrant it… Seconds are precious in this type of event, and I simply don’t see the other two matches being under a minute each no matter how much Caito or the Inquisition try to put a fight against Watson and Badman …
The King I'm facing may have a crown in his head made from solid gold and gems but that chin he is sporting looks like it is made out of glass, and I simply cannot wait to kick the Poop out of it.
I push a few buttons on my phone and the drone stops recording and flies away. I continue to drink my beer, then one of my new friends comes over and wraps her arms around me and gives me a small peck on the cheek. She smells delicious and her breasts pressing against my back feel like the start to the perfect massage. She whispers sweet nothings into my ear and I can't help but smile. We both look at the full moon over the Indian ocean and I think how I don’t really want to leave this place.
“Only a few more matches.” I lie to myself.
