Post by "King Venom" Xavier Lux on Apr 24, 2024 20:06:13 GMT -5
OOC: Continued from: All Business Baby!
We are coming live from TPW studios in Huntington, West Virginia where through much persuasion, and support from TPW brass, “All Business” Bobby Bones has managed to finally lock down Xavier for an interview. They are in studio 6A, which has a ‘fireside chat’ set-up, two fancy looking chairs, a round coffee table in the middle with two crystal glasses on it in front of each chair; the colorful TPW logo is the wall background. In one of the chairs, Bobby sits, wearing a nice suit, sports a fresh haircut, is clean shaven but more importantly, no black eye. Apparently, he has been waiting a while, and has gone through a few drinks already to calm his nerves, but thankfully Xavier finally appears, wearing a designer olive green suit with brown loafers and Ray Ban aviator shades, gold rim, green lenses, his favorite. He reluctantly shakes hands with Bobby before taking a seat across from him. He reaches for his glass, looks inside and then looks at Bobby.
Xavier: Is this what I asked for?
Bones: I believe so… Let me look at my notes here… Loch Lomond - Open Course Collection, Royal Liverpool, 52-year-old organic whisky?
Xavier: Better be.
Xavier spins the ice inside the glass slowly in his hand then holds it close to his nose, he smiles. He takes a sip, seems to enjoy it, and sips it a couple of more times before Bones interrupts.
Bones: Good?
Xavier: Keep it comin’.
Bones: Will do, so, shall we start?
Xavier: Fine with me.
He reaches for the whiskey again, finishes it and as soon as he puts his glass down, someone rushes to fill it up again.
Bones: Well first, thank you for your time and I wanted to apologize for calling you out of the blue a couple of weeks ago, without giving you a proper -
Xavier: Look man, it’s whatever, I didn’t know who you were then, I still don’t know you now, don’t care to, all that I care about is that you are a legit reporter for TPW, so I’m here.
Bones: Fair enough, the first question is an obvious one I guess, how do you feel about winning the Sunshine Shootout last month at Thunder in Paradise Three, and earning a shot at the Prestige championship?
Xavier: Obviously I’m excited at the opportunity, but at the same time, I’m pissed that I’m havin’ to jump through hoops to earn a title shot, especially when it’s a low-tier championship like the Prestige… and I say that in no way to disrespect the championship, but let’s face it, there are ranks to this and Prestige is the low-hangin’ fruit if you will… But two Marshalls don’t make a right, so it is what it is. I’m pumped to be the one to take the title off Khloe’s hand in due time.
Bones: In due time is quite correct, as RetroMania is next month, but up next you will be going against the woman who shocked Khloe, if not the whole world, by defeating her at the Friday Night Fury. Though some will say that you had something to do with Alessia’s win over Khloe.
Xavier: Oh is that what some will say? What, don’t ALL have the balls to say it? Well, to those people or anyone else I say, Fudge what you think! I did nothin' but come out to watch my competition a little closer. Is it my fault that bitch lacks concentration and can’t focus on the opponent at hand? No, it’s not. So, Fudge all that noise…
Bones: Xavier, language please… The TPW higher-ups don’t like excessive cursing.
Xavier: The Fudge you mean?!
Bones: Extreme profanity is frowned upon in this establishment.
Xavier: Don’t you fuckin’ have sensors?
Bones: Well, yes…
Xavier: Then use them mother (censored)! There you go!
Xavier reaches for his drink and sips it, a bit more aggressively now.
Bones: Super… So let’s jump into what happened after the match when you-
Xavier: No, we don’t need to talk about that because the whole world saw and heard what I had to say. Besides, I’m facin’ Alessia not Khloe, so let’s move on from that bitch, and talk about the cunt I’m facin’.
Bobby slaps his forehead, and looks at the producer, wondering what happened to the censor there…
Xavier: I paid the censor guy off Bobby, don’t worry about it. Look the only reason I am bein’ forced to face her is because she probably wants some retribution for me hittin’ her with a chair. But what she needs to understand is that it had nothin’ to do with her, she was just in the way, and I had to whack a mole, feel me? It’s nothin’ personal toots, just keep on keepin’ on, go back to duos wrestlin’ or somethin’… Just don’t get involved… oh wait, you can’t because the suits in the back already made their match… I know why too; I can see through their bullshit. “Oh Alessia beat Khloe, the current champion, so let’s have her face Xavier too and if she wins, then we can throw her in the title match and make it a three way. The fans will love that! ” Well, there is no fuckin’ way that’s happenin’ because she’s not beatin’ me this Friday, even if Khloe comes down and tries to get involved just to get some revenge. Face it, “ladies”, pfft, you are out of your depths when you are in the ring with “The Man with Venom in his Veins”. When you’re in the ring with me, you’re goin’ to drown… and I don’t say that only because the two of you are a couple of five-foot-nothin’ women.
Xavier finishes his second glass of whiskey and just like before, it gets refilled. Bobby sighs deeply, as he clearly underestimated how graphic and crude Xavier can be at his interviews. He adjusts his tie before he himself has a drink before continuing.
Bones: How about we take a break from Khloe and Alessia and we talk about your personal life?
Xavier: Da fuq?
Bones: Nothing too deep, if you don’t mind, we can talk about your history with your dad and-
Xavier: NO! Go back and watch the World Series of Wrestlin’, talked about that Poop plenty already. Pick somethin’ else.
This is Bobby’s chance to test the waters and try to get the info the people who kidnapped him want.
Bones: Alright, how about we talk about your… sister… and your nephew?
Xavier stands up.
Xavier: How do you know about them?
Bones: I mean it’s not like it’s a big secret, they were all over TV when you were in IIW… When was the last time you saw them?
Xavier: Why are you askin’ me that? Who sent you?!
Bones: Who sent me? What? Nobody, well, TPW I guess… I don’t understand…
Xavier gulps down another glass of whiskey before throwing it against the wall, shattering it to pieces.
Xavier: Start talkin’ you son of bitch!
Xavier launches at Bobby, knocking him and the chair over as producers and camera crew quickly rush in to break them up as the feed ends, switching to that classic “We’re experiencing technical difficulties, we’ll be right back!” graphic.
FLASHBACK
Xavier’s is having dinner at his favorite joint in Santa Monica Boulevard when an alert goes off in his phone and he sees a notification from the security system app at one of his homes, the one here in LA. He opens the app and checks the alert, something about there being a brake-in. He clicks on the live video feed, and it is raining there, making it hard to see but he can make out two people who seem to have gotten past the main gate and are at his main door, looking in and trying to find a way to get in. He grumbles and then clicks a button that alerts the authorities, not too longer after that he gets a call from the police which he promptly answers.
Xavier: Hello?
Police: Hi Mr. Lux, this is officer Jimenez with the Del Monte Police department. Just wanted to let you know we apprehended the two people who broke into your home and are holding them here at the precinct.
Xavier: Nicely done officer.
Officer Jimenez: Thank you, we wanted you to come down, just to ID the two individuals and share the footage from your security system, decide if you want to press charges, and sign some documents.
Xavier: Decide? Fine, I’ll be there in a few.
Later that evening he arrives at your very standard looking LA police precinct. He walks past the night’s menu of detainees and heads up to the front desk where he tells the officer on duty what he is there for. Once they confirm his identity, officer Jimenez arrives shortly after and quickly shakes Lux’s hand. [/font]
Officer Jimenez: Hi Mr. Lux, this way please.
He leads the way and Xavier follows.
Xavier: So, who are they? Couple of wrestlin’ fans who don’t know when to stop bein’ marks?
The officer gives him a weird look.
Officer Jimenez: Not sure, one of them is a boy, but I don’t think his name is Mark.
Xavier: Never mind.
Officer Jimenez: The other person is a young woman.
Xavier: I’m goin’ to stop you right there… I know what this is.
Officer Jimenez: Sir, please let me finish…
Xavier: No damn it! I am not my father! I am not about to go through the same Poop all over again except that this time I am the Scorpion. I don’t Fudge around… I am not about to have some woman come in to my life tellin’ me I have a son. No, that’s not me! I am not him! I'm not! I'm -
Officer Jimenez: Sir, please calm down! Sir? Oh Poop!
Xavier’s world starts to turn and before he knows it he falls on his ass and faints. That’s right, “The Man with Venom in His Veins” just fainted.
PRESENT TIME
We come back on the air, and it is as if nothing has happened between Bobby and Xavier. They are both seating in their respective chairs, Xavier with a drink in his hand waiting for Bobby who in turn is waiting from the producer who is counting him down from five, four, three, two, he points to Bobby.
Bones: Welcome back fans, sorry about the technical difficulties, we’re still here with Xavier Lux talking about his match against the Alessia Angelo.
Xavier: What a joke.
Bones: What’s not a joke however, is her run here in TPW…
Xavier: Please, if we’re talkin’ about her duos run, okay, sure, I’ll give you that… They won the duos championships from my homies The Malvados, and beat them on the rebound too so I guess that makes them legit… But does it make Alessia legit? How about we separate the two, who has gone on to win a rumble, be in a pay-per-view main event, fightin’ for the international title, plus represented TPW in a war games match vs. WGWF? Which we won by the way, mostly thanks to me, but that’s neither here nor there… But was it Alessia? NOPE! It was her partner Ava Arthur… Alessia is the forgotten one, the one that doesn’t matter, the weak link, playin’ the part of the brunette in every duo in history where the blonde one is the one that has gone on to become a singles superstar. What has she done besides get lucky in a match against Cox? Nada, it’s pathetic, she’s useless, she’s beneath me, that trick ass ho-
Bones: OH-KAY I’m gonna cut you off there! Of whiskey too, good Lord.
Xavier: Yeah? Maybe I should cut your damn head off, how about that?!
Bobby’s eyes grow wide, and he quickly signals the producer to end it.
Bones: I think we should wrap up this interview! Man, Xavier… People told me you could be mean but hay caramba…
Xavier: Oh am I “mean” Taylor Swift? Why don’t you go write a song about it… Look Bobby, you ain’t heard nor seen nothin’ yet…. And neither has Alessia… She has never faced anyone like me, whether on Fury, a pay-per-view or anywhere else she wrestles… As a matter of fact, neither has Khloe so she better pay attention on Friday.
Xavier grabs his whiskey, toasts to the camera and winks. Once they are off air, he stands up and a stagehand comes over to remove the lapel microphone off his jacket. He then asks for more whiskey and reluctantly they bring him some. Bobby offers his hand for Xavier to shake, Xavier looks at it, takes another sip of whiskey and then shakes it, before forcefully pulling Bobby in so they are chest to chest. Xavier whispers into Bobby’s ear.
Xavier: Remember what we agreed on, don’t Fudge this up.
He lets him go and Bobby takes a few steps back, adjusts his tie and jacket, then nods in agreement. Xavier finishes his drink and leaves the studio, stumbling a bit, only slightly affected by all the liquor he drank. As Bobby looks on worried, we are left puzzled, wondering what happened during the technical difficulties break and who the woman and child who broke into his home are. Sister and nephew? A one night stand and a bastard son like his father before him?
To be continued…
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