Post by "King Venom" Xavier Lux on Mar 13, 2024 22:22:39 GMT -5
Castle Scorpion, located somewhere in the barren lands of a place long forgotten…. Or Rancho Cucamonga, California if you want to be dicks about it… This’ the last place you’d think to find such a structure, but Javier Lux, aka The Scorpion, aka Xavier’s father, was a weird individual and so he had this castle erected, in the likeness of Castle Grayskull… Yes, that Castle Grayskull, but only from the outside… The inside, while the walls and floors are made of stone and marble, the furniture and amenities are the latest in both technology and decor… After his father’s disappearance and eventual passing, this castle was left to Xavier. But he refuses to live in such a lavish place as he is no prince Adam. He has considered burning it down, like his father once burn his house down (long story) but instead, he uses it every now and then for promos, events and for storing and displaying his most valuable possessions. Xavier is in the trophy room, admiring all his possessions, thinking how he is at a different place than he was just three months ago, not just professionally, but mentally. Is he physically tired? No, mentally? Yes, he’s had enough but made a promise to himself to get to “100” and so he pushes on. He leaves the room, and eventually the castle, heading towards his black Hummer. Just as he is about to get in, he gets a phone call and as he takes out his phone, he notices it’s from a number he doesn’t recognize.
Xavier: Speak… Who’s askin’? Bobby Bones? Oh, excuse me, “All Business”, what do you want? An interview? No! Never heard of ya, please never call me again!
He hangs up the phone.
Xavier: No matter how many times I change and unlist my number, weirdos always calling me…
He puts his phone away.
Xavier: Speaking of weirdos, that is exactly what I’m facing in just a few days, when I get inside the ring against my old nemesis El Diablo Blanco; a man I have been in the ring with before, but never one-on-one in Jason Cashe, a woman that has been making waves in TPW in Leah Aguero and two guys I have never heard of, Jayce Pierce and Jack N. Mehoff. No thank you. All of us are fighting for a chance at the Prestige championship and quite frankly I think is bullshit that I have to fight for a shot at any title when I just help Team TPW beat Team WGWF. That win alone should have earned me a shot at the title of my choosing, not just the lowest ranked title in TPW. What have these assholes have done for the company? For themselves? To become better, faster, stronger? To move up the rankings? To make an impact? Or are we just the best of what’s left and so Marshall said, here, have at each other and I’ll reward the winner with a peanut. Whatever, it is what it is, Marshall wants me to work my way from the bottom up and so I will, beating all these bottom feeders on my way to my first, TPW Championship.
He gets in his Hummer and heads to his private airfield where his personal jet awaits to take him to his real home in Miami, Florida.
“All Business” Bobby Bones is seen coming out of the El Capitan movie theater located on Hollywood Boulevard. He heads south on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, away from the busy streets and sidewalks filled with both local and international tourists. As he makes a few turns here and there, the streets become less noisy, darker and it is here where a black SUV with tinted windows pulls up next to him. He doesn’t stop, adjusting his jacket a little tighter as if that will prevent whatever this is from happening. The passenger side window slides down and someone talks, the voice is deep and raspy but clearly a man.
Man: Did you ask for an Uber?
He keeps walking as the SUV moves slowly next to him.
Bobby: Nope, sure didn’t.
Man: Hey, wait a minute, I know you… You’re famous...
Bobby cracks a smile that he immediately regrets, of course he wants to be recognized wherever he goes, but this doesn’t feel like the situation where he should be claiming: “yeah, that’s me!”
Bobby: You must have me confused with someone else..
Man: No, I know you… You’re that reporter from that MEME promotion, TPW… Titties Pro Wrestling? No, wait that’s not it… Thunder Pro Wrestling! Ain’t that it? That’s you?! “All Business” Bobby Bones!
Bobby curses under his breath and finally stops.
Bobby: Alright fine, what do you want?
Man: Hey, relax, we just want to give you ride, that’s all.
Bobby: I don’t need a ride, alright? My car is down the street, I’m fine. Now please go away before I call the police.
You can’t see him, but you hear the man inside the vehicle sigh in frustration.
Man: Look here Boner face, one way or another, you are getting in this car. Now, we can do things the easy way, or the hard way.
Bobby: Oh yeah?
Bobby puffs his chest out, feeling himself tonight, he’s not about to be pushed around.
Bobby: Well look bucko, I don’t know who you think you are messing with, but tonight is not the night alright? So, just move right along, last warning!
The SUV stops momentarily and so does Bobby, then begins to pull his mobile out.
Man: The hard way it is, see you soon.
The window slides up and the SUV pulls away, leaving Bobby standing there, and feeling a little brave he shouts.
Bobby: Yeah that’s right, you don’t mess with “All Business” baby!
He gets a tap on the shoulder.
Man: Excuse me sir, do you have the time?
Bobby turns around as he looks at his watch.
Bobby: Yeah sure, it’s 8:10…
As he looks up from his watch, all he sees is a fist coming at fist face.
Bobby: Aw Poop…!
Nighty night Bobby.
A bucket full of cold water is splashed on Bobby’s face, waking him up.
Bobby: ARGH! OKAY MA! I’M UP! I’M, uh.. OH…
Bobby tries to get up but realizes he can’t as he is tied up to a wooden chair. He looks around and doesn’t see much, as the only light is coming from a bulb right above him…. Also, he has a black eye, leaving just one eye for him to look through.
Bobby: What’s happening?!
The same voice from before is heard, except that this time we get a face to go with it. He looks to be about mid 50’s, black hair but clearly colored, clean shaven so his older features are revealed: saggy cheeks, crooked nose, bags under his dark brown eyes. He wears a black shirt, the first three top buttons unbuttoned to reveal his hairy chest and a few thick gold chains, one with a medium size cross pendant. He takes a seat across from Bobby, revealing the rest of his ensemble, nothing fancy, black slacks and black shoes, no socks. He studies Bobby quietly, and that only seems to put the reporter more on edge.
Bobby: Who are you?!
Man: Call me… Franco.
Bobby: Oh-kay Franco, what do you want?!
Franco: Do you know a wrestler by the name of Xavier Lux?
Bobby: Nope.
Another much younger and buffer man, looking like a classic Italian bagman comes into the picture and punches Bobby right in the gut. Bobby grimaces in pain and coughs loudly, but thankfully only spit comes out and not blood.
Bobby: Why….?
Franco: Because Salvatore likes to, that’s why… That’s Salvatore by the way… I don’t like repeating myself Mr. Bones, so this will be the last time I do… Do you know Xavier?
Bobby: I mean, I know who he is and stuff, just like any normal reporter would…
Franco: But you’re not just any normal reporter, are you Mr. ALL BUSINESS? Tell me what you know.
Bobby: Never thought that nickname would come back to haunt me… Alright, off the top of my head, was considering retiring after his second to last fed closed and his last fed was not right for him, so he returned to TPW a few months ago after being an original when the fed first launched. After helping Team TPW beat Team WGWF, he now has a scramble match scheduled for TPW’s Thunder in Paradise 3 PPV where he is the heavy favorite to win a shot at the Prestige Championship.
Franco: Off the top of your head huh?
Bobby: Hey I am that damn good. [/font]
Franco: Fantastico, that’s what I wanted to hear! I want you to call him and ask for an interview.
Bobby: What? Like, right now?
Franco: Right now.
Bobby: But I don’t have his number.
Franco: Don’t worry, we have it.
Bobby: Okay, fine, if you just untie me, I’ll call him and we can-
Franco: No need, Sal…
Franco snaps his fingers and the same man that just punched Bobby comes back, causing Bobby to flinch as he gets near him but all he does is pull out Bobby’s own phone, and asks him for his code since face recognition won’t work because of his black eye. Bobby tells him the code and the phone is unlocked. The man then dials the number, and when he hears it ringing, he puts it to Bobby’s face, the one with the black eye and that causes Bobby to grimace terribly. After a few more rings, Xavier answers.
Bobby: Um, hi Xavier! I’m “All Business” Bobby Bones from… Yes “All Business”, do you have time for an interview? I’m from… No, wait, please don’t hang up! Hello?! HELLO?!
The line goes dead and both Sal and Bobby look at Franco who is clearly not amused.
Franco: Looks like he’s going to need a little more persuasion. So here is what we’re going to do, we’re going to let you go Mr. Bones.
Bobby: You are?
Franco: Yes, I was always planning on letting you go, you’re not the one I want after all.
Bobby: So you want Xavier Lux?
Franco: Don’t want him either.
Franco looks to Sal and nods. Sal reaches inside his jacket and again Bobby flinches and tries to move away but all Sal does is pull out a picture of a woman and a child looking to be about 8 years old. He puts it in Bobby’s lap and then puts his cellphone in his shirt pocket before reaching behind him and untying him from the chair.
Franco: Get an interview with that coglione, and at some point, ask him about that woman and kid.
Bobby: Who are they?
Franco: That’s for me to know and for you to find out, do your homework, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. But what I really care about, is knowing where they have disappeared to. [/font]
Bobby: They’re missing?
Franco: Hiding. I want to know where… I need to know where… That’s where you come in Mr. Bones. Do this, and you never have to see us again.
Bobby: … and if I don’t?
Franco: Do you really want to know the answer?
Bobby: No, I don’t.
Franco: Good, off you go then.
Bobby slowly stands up and looks around confused.
Bobby: Which way do I -
A hood gets placed on his head.
Bobby: Of course…
Franco: Would you rather get punched in the face again?
Bobby: No thank you.
Franco: You might want to wait a few days before interviewing Xavier, you know, to let that eye heal… Don’t want him to get the wrong idea, capiche?
Bobby nods under the hood and then Sal grabs his shoulder, leading him into the darkness. Franco snaps his fingers again and the light goes out.
Xavier: Speak… Who’s askin’? Bobby Bones? Oh, excuse me, “All Business”, what do you want? An interview? No! Never heard of ya, please never call me again!
He hangs up the phone.
Xavier: No matter how many times I change and unlist my number, weirdos always calling me…
He puts his phone away.
Xavier: Speaking of weirdos, that is exactly what I’m facing in just a few days, when I get inside the ring against my old nemesis El Diablo Blanco; a man I have been in the ring with before, but never one-on-one in Jason Cashe, a woman that has been making waves in TPW in Leah Aguero and two guys I have never heard of, Jayce Pierce and Jack N. Mehoff. No thank you. All of us are fighting for a chance at the Prestige championship and quite frankly I think is bullshit that I have to fight for a shot at any title when I just help Team TPW beat Team WGWF. That win alone should have earned me a shot at the title of my choosing, not just the lowest ranked title in TPW. What have these assholes have done for the company? For themselves? To become better, faster, stronger? To move up the rankings? To make an impact? Or are we just the best of what’s left and so Marshall said, here, have at each other and I’ll reward the winner with a peanut. Whatever, it is what it is, Marshall wants me to work my way from the bottom up and so I will, beating all these bottom feeders on my way to my first, TPW Championship.
He gets in his Hummer and heads to his private airfield where his personal jet awaits to take him to his real home in Miami, Florida.
Earlier that day…
“All Business” Bobby Bones is seen coming out of the El Capitan movie theater located on Hollywood Boulevard. He heads south on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, away from the busy streets and sidewalks filled with both local and international tourists. As he makes a few turns here and there, the streets become less noisy, darker and it is here where a black SUV with tinted windows pulls up next to him. He doesn’t stop, adjusting his jacket a little tighter as if that will prevent whatever this is from happening. The passenger side window slides down and someone talks, the voice is deep and raspy but clearly a man.
Man: Did you ask for an Uber?
He keeps walking as the SUV moves slowly next to him.
Bobby: Nope, sure didn’t.
Man: Hey, wait a minute, I know you… You’re famous...
Bobby cracks a smile that he immediately regrets, of course he wants to be recognized wherever he goes, but this doesn’t feel like the situation where he should be claiming: “yeah, that’s me!”
Bobby: You must have me confused with someone else..
Man: No, I know you… You’re that reporter from that MEME promotion, TPW… Titties Pro Wrestling? No, wait that’s not it… Thunder Pro Wrestling! Ain’t that it? That’s you?! “All Business” Bobby Bones!
Bobby curses under his breath and finally stops.
Bobby: Alright fine, what do you want?
Man: Hey, relax, we just want to give you ride, that’s all.
Bobby: I don’t need a ride, alright? My car is down the street, I’m fine. Now please go away before I call the police.
You can’t see him, but you hear the man inside the vehicle sigh in frustration.
Man: Look here Boner face, one way or another, you are getting in this car. Now, we can do things the easy way, or the hard way.
Bobby: Oh yeah?
Bobby puffs his chest out, feeling himself tonight, he’s not about to be pushed around.
Bobby: Well look bucko, I don’t know who you think you are messing with, but tonight is not the night alright? So, just move right along, last warning!
The SUV stops momentarily and so does Bobby, then begins to pull his mobile out.
Man: The hard way it is, see you soon.
The window slides up and the SUV pulls away, leaving Bobby standing there, and feeling a little brave he shouts.
Bobby: Yeah that’s right, you don’t mess with “All Business” baby!
He gets a tap on the shoulder.
Man: Excuse me sir, do you have the time?
Bobby turns around as he looks at his watch.
Bobby: Yeah sure, it’s 8:10…
As he looks up from his watch, all he sees is a fist coming at fist face.
Bobby: Aw Poop…!
Nighty night Bobby.
AN HOUR LATER
A bucket full of cold water is splashed on Bobby’s face, waking him up.
Bobby: ARGH! OKAY MA! I’M UP! I’M, uh.. OH…
Bobby tries to get up but realizes he can’t as he is tied up to a wooden chair. He looks around and doesn’t see much, as the only light is coming from a bulb right above him…. Also, he has a black eye, leaving just one eye for him to look through.
Bobby: What’s happening?!
The same voice from before is heard, except that this time we get a face to go with it. He looks to be about mid 50’s, black hair but clearly colored, clean shaven so his older features are revealed: saggy cheeks, crooked nose, bags under his dark brown eyes. He wears a black shirt, the first three top buttons unbuttoned to reveal his hairy chest and a few thick gold chains, one with a medium size cross pendant. He takes a seat across from Bobby, revealing the rest of his ensemble, nothing fancy, black slacks and black shoes, no socks. He studies Bobby quietly, and that only seems to put the reporter more on edge.
Bobby: Who are you?!
Man: Call me… Franco.
Bobby: Oh-kay Franco, what do you want?!
Franco: Do you know a wrestler by the name of Xavier Lux?
Bobby: Nope.
Another much younger and buffer man, looking like a classic Italian bagman comes into the picture and punches Bobby right in the gut. Bobby grimaces in pain and coughs loudly, but thankfully only spit comes out and not blood.
Bobby: Why….?
Franco: Because Salvatore likes to, that’s why… That’s Salvatore by the way… I don’t like repeating myself Mr. Bones, so this will be the last time I do… Do you know Xavier?
Bobby: I mean, I know who he is and stuff, just like any normal reporter would…
Franco: But you’re not just any normal reporter, are you Mr. ALL BUSINESS? Tell me what you know.
Bobby: Never thought that nickname would come back to haunt me… Alright, off the top of my head, was considering retiring after his second to last fed closed and his last fed was not right for him, so he returned to TPW a few months ago after being an original when the fed first launched. After helping Team TPW beat Team WGWF, he now has a scramble match scheduled for TPW’s Thunder in Paradise 3 PPV where he is the heavy favorite to win a shot at the Prestige Championship.
Franco: Off the top of your head huh?
Bobby: Hey I am that damn good. [/font]
Franco: Fantastico, that’s what I wanted to hear! I want you to call him and ask for an interview.
Bobby: What? Like, right now?
Franco: Right now.
Bobby: But I don’t have his number.
Franco: Don’t worry, we have it.
Bobby: Okay, fine, if you just untie me, I’ll call him and we can-
Franco: No need, Sal…
Franco snaps his fingers and the same man that just punched Bobby comes back, causing Bobby to flinch as he gets near him but all he does is pull out Bobby’s own phone, and asks him for his code since face recognition won’t work because of his black eye. Bobby tells him the code and the phone is unlocked. The man then dials the number, and when he hears it ringing, he puts it to Bobby’s face, the one with the black eye and that causes Bobby to grimace terribly. After a few more rings, Xavier answers.
Bobby: Um, hi Xavier! I’m “All Business” Bobby Bones from… Yes “All Business”, do you have time for an interview? I’m from… No, wait, please don’t hang up! Hello?! HELLO?!
The line goes dead and both Sal and Bobby look at Franco who is clearly not amused.
Franco: Looks like he’s going to need a little more persuasion. So here is what we’re going to do, we’re going to let you go Mr. Bones.
Bobby: You are?
Franco: Yes, I was always planning on letting you go, you’re not the one I want after all.
Bobby: So you want Xavier Lux?
Franco: Don’t want him either.
Franco looks to Sal and nods. Sal reaches inside his jacket and again Bobby flinches and tries to move away but all Sal does is pull out a picture of a woman and a child looking to be about 8 years old. He puts it in Bobby’s lap and then puts his cellphone in his shirt pocket before reaching behind him and untying him from the chair.
Franco: Get an interview with that coglione, and at some point, ask him about that woman and kid.
Bobby: Who are they?
Franco: That’s for me to know and for you to find out, do your homework, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. But what I really care about, is knowing where they have disappeared to. [/font]
Bobby: They’re missing?
Franco: Hiding. I want to know where… I need to know where… That’s where you come in Mr. Bones. Do this, and you never have to see us again.
Bobby: … and if I don’t?
Franco: Do you really want to know the answer?
Bobby: No, I don’t.
Franco: Good, off you go then.
Bobby slowly stands up and looks around confused.
Bobby: Which way do I -
A hood gets placed on his head.
Bobby: Of course…
Franco: Would you rather get punched in the face again?
Bobby: No thank you.
Franco: You might want to wait a few days before interviewing Xavier, you know, to let that eye heal… Don’t want him to get the wrong idea, capiche?
Bobby nods under the hood and then Sal grabs his shoulder, leading him into the darkness. Franco snaps his fingers again and the light goes out.
To be continued…
