Post by Pax Stormcrow on Mar 22, 2019 14:05:37 GMT
Pax was making his way down to Chicago, stopping to fill up the gas in a rental car. No point flying down to Chicago, the whole trip took like an hour. Spent more time going through TSA and the drive let him stop and think. He hangs up the nozzle when his phone starts to ding. A lot. He reaches into his pocket, watching the notification for twitter ticking steadily upward. He pulls down the notifications menu, getting a preview of the massive outpouring of condolences coming into his professional Twitter account. He lets out a heavy sigh, swiping them away. He supposed it was only a matter of time for it to get out after all. Then his phone started to ring in his hands, Nate’s name displaying across the front. Oops… He pressed the answer button and lifted it to his ear.
“Hooker, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Hey Nate, good to hear from you too.”
“I gotta find out from some fool’s Snapchat story? Not even legit social media. You know how that makes me feel?”
“Why are you on Snapchat?”
“Hooker, why do you think. Bro why didn’t you tell a motherfucker?”
“I didn’t want to make a big deal of it.”
Pax lets out a breathless sigh as he slips back behind the wheel of his car.
“Your mom died boo. You are allowed to make a big deal out of it.”
“I’m fine. Really.”
“Bullshit. You went of Lockwood and Blake like a big buff spider monkey and you hit Freake so hard his gramama feelin it.”
He starts up the car, giving a shake of his head, putting an earpiece in so he could focus on driving.
“Ya well you didn’t tell me about Riley.”
“Bitch that’s different. Wait, how do you know?”
“How do you think?”
“NICK! Hooker you gotta keep your mouth shut.”
Pax rolls his eyes slightly as the two bicker back and forth for a few minutes.
“Look Nate, I just wanted to focus on my stuff. Like there wasn’t much I could do.”
“Bro we coulda been there for ya.”
“You are there for me. I just… I needed to focus on the job.”
“You need a day off.”
“You know what they say about me.”
“Forget all that shit Boo. Get into Chicago. We’ll burn the town down.”
“We gotta get ready for the Roulette.”
“Hooker you number 30. Go out there hungover and slap all them white boys around.”
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Pax is sitting in a chair on the L in Chicago, bottle of water in one hand. He leans back against a chair with a serious look on his face.
“Right, so, news is out now. I’m not gonna address it here. I want to thank everyone for the well wishes I have gotten. I appreciate all of you. Again, thank you.”
He holds the water bottle in his hands, tossing it back and forth for a moment as he fidgets in place.
“It’s Roulette time again. That time a year where everyone gets ready for the big High Stakes main event and a shot at the champ. All sorts of folks come out of the woodwork for this. Looking that way again. It’ll be a great match, and gives someone the chance to put Xavier Cross in his place.”
He takes a deep breath and pauses a moment to take a drink from his bottle of water.
“It’s also that time of year where you got people coming out and dragging folks for everything. You got a lot of boasting, and a lot of claims that they are gonna be the ones to win the whole thing, go on to face The Champ and take it all home. I’m in an interesting place. I got a strap right now. Company rules say you can’t hold two. But don’t think that means I’m not gonna go out there intent on throwing every single one of you over the top rope. If I go in and face off against Cross, well. We will have to see how that goes. Maybe I have to vacate.”
He grins slightly at the camera.
“Cause come Night of the Immortals I am still going to be your Extreme Champion. I fully intend to defend this title at that event. I also fully intend to win the Roulette, face off against Cross and rip the World Championship from his worthless hands. If that means I gotta vacate the Extreme title, I guess that’s the way it’s gotta be. But the world will remember that no one beat me for it.”
He sombers again, staring at the floor for a moment.
“Everything going on, boasting and dragging folks… it don’t seem right. That’ll be for later. So what I’m gonna do, is I am gonna talk about some people that I am facing off with.”
He takes a deep breath and another drink of water.
“Ethan King. I don’t really get you man. We apparently had a chance to face off and you just… left? I get it, you were off on a mission. But man, that’s just hurtful. You have done a lot of work in your short time back and I’m not gonna hate on your name. You are a legit competitor. You are going to get your time and I honestly hope you take the Man of Steel belt from Harper. But you ain’t me. You are driven like me. You are focused on your own thing. Good for you. But this job doesn’t allow you to focus on to much. Focus on your mission man. Good luck.”
Another drink of water. Pax lifts a hand, stroking it over his face with a heavy sigh.
“Gilmore. Man, I’m gonna be honest. Personally I don’t like you. You are sanctimonious and self righteous. You are acting like you are the only one doing any work in this company. You act like you’re a good guy but some of the stuff you spout proves you still got a long way to go to get past the pile you were spewing out before. But here is what I will say. You are a hell of a competitor. I don’t like you as a person but I got no choice but to respect the things you can do in the ring. You have skyrocketed up into the ranks like the wave you talk about. But the thing is, people know that. They are gonna be gunning for you. You got a big target on your back and I don’t think you are gonna be able to last it out.”
Pax looks around as an announcement for a stop comes over the train speaker. He shakes himself slightly, turning back to focus on the camera again.
“AJ. You’ve been pretty quiet lately. You probably got your stuff going on. A lot of people will sleep on you. Say you lost your touch. That since you lost to Harper you got nothing left. I know better than that. You are a legend already. You could come back into this and take the whole thing. You got the skills that getting an early draw isn’t gonna hurt you. I’ll keep my eye on you. Team Free Will still means enough to me for that. But if it comes down to it I’m gonna drop you outside.”
He laughs softly and grins at the camera.
“Then there’s my boys. The rest of the Male roster for Team Diversity Hire. Nick, Nate. You know we gonna roll deep in this. Nate got himself a bad draw but I know my boy. He’s gonna tear it up. If he survives, if he makes the ironman till Nick and I come out? Boys you are gonna be in trouble. Trust.”
He takes a drink from his water and winks to the camera.
“But don’t think, once it’s just us standing in that ring that I’m gonna go easy on you. I don’t have an easy mode and I will happily bounce both of you off the floor at the end of it.”
He empties his bottle of water and nods his head.
“Alright, my stop is coming up. More to come. Again, thank you.”
He flashes two fingers and smirks.
“Peace Out.”
The camera fades on him.
“Hooker, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Hey Nate, good to hear from you too.”
“I gotta find out from some fool’s Snapchat story? Not even legit social media. You know how that makes me feel?”
“Why are you on Snapchat?”
“Hooker, why do you think. Bro why didn’t you tell a motherfucker?”
“I didn’t want to make a big deal of it.”
Pax lets out a breathless sigh as he slips back behind the wheel of his car.
“Your mom died boo. You are allowed to make a big deal out of it.”
“I’m fine. Really.”
“Bullshit. You went of Lockwood and Blake like a big buff spider monkey and you hit Freake so hard his gramama feelin it.”
He starts up the car, giving a shake of his head, putting an earpiece in so he could focus on driving.
“Ya well you didn’t tell me about Riley.”
“Bitch that’s different. Wait, how do you know?”
“How do you think?”
“NICK! Hooker you gotta keep your mouth shut.”
Pax rolls his eyes slightly as the two bicker back and forth for a few minutes.
“Look Nate, I just wanted to focus on my stuff. Like there wasn’t much I could do.”
“Bro we coulda been there for ya.”
“You are there for me. I just… I needed to focus on the job.”
“You need a day off.”
“You know what they say about me.”
“Forget all that shit Boo. Get into Chicago. We’ll burn the town down.”
“We gotta get ready for the Roulette.”
“Hooker you number 30. Go out there hungover and slap all them white boys around.”
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Pax is sitting in a chair on the L in Chicago, bottle of water in one hand. He leans back against a chair with a serious look on his face.
“Right, so, news is out now. I’m not gonna address it here. I want to thank everyone for the well wishes I have gotten. I appreciate all of you. Again, thank you.”
He holds the water bottle in his hands, tossing it back and forth for a moment as he fidgets in place.
“It’s Roulette time again. That time a year where everyone gets ready for the big High Stakes main event and a shot at the champ. All sorts of folks come out of the woodwork for this. Looking that way again. It’ll be a great match, and gives someone the chance to put Xavier Cross in his place.”
He takes a deep breath and pauses a moment to take a drink from his bottle of water.
“It’s also that time of year where you got people coming out and dragging folks for everything. You got a lot of boasting, and a lot of claims that they are gonna be the ones to win the whole thing, go on to face The Champ and take it all home. I’m in an interesting place. I got a strap right now. Company rules say you can’t hold two. But don’t think that means I’m not gonna go out there intent on throwing every single one of you over the top rope. If I go in and face off against Cross, well. We will have to see how that goes. Maybe I have to vacate.”
He grins slightly at the camera.
“Cause come Night of the Immortals I am still going to be your Extreme Champion. I fully intend to defend this title at that event. I also fully intend to win the Roulette, face off against Cross and rip the World Championship from his worthless hands. If that means I gotta vacate the Extreme title, I guess that’s the way it’s gotta be. But the world will remember that no one beat me for it.”
He sombers again, staring at the floor for a moment.
“Everything going on, boasting and dragging folks… it don’t seem right. That’ll be for later. So what I’m gonna do, is I am gonna talk about some people that I am facing off with.”
He takes a deep breath and another drink of water.
“Ethan King. I don’t really get you man. We apparently had a chance to face off and you just… left? I get it, you were off on a mission. But man, that’s just hurtful. You have done a lot of work in your short time back and I’m not gonna hate on your name. You are a legit competitor. You are going to get your time and I honestly hope you take the Man of Steel belt from Harper. But you ain’t me. You are driven like me. You are focused on your own thing. Good for you. But this job doesn’t allow you to focus on to much. Focus on your mission man. Good luck.”
Another drink of water. Pax lifts a hand, stroking it over his face with a heavy sigh.
“Gilmore. Man, I’m gonna be honest. Personally I don’t like you. You are sanctimonious and self righteous. You are acting like you are the only one doing any work in this company. You act like you’re a good guy but some of the stuff you spout proves you still got a long way to go to get past the pile you were spewing out before. But here is what I will say. You are a hell of a competitor. I don’t like you as a person but I got no choice but to respect the things you can do in the ring. You have skyrocketed up into the ranks like the wave you talk about. But the thing is, people know that. They are gonna be gunning for you. You got a big target on your back and I don’t think you are gonna be able to last it out.”
Pax looks around as an announcement for a stop comes over the train speaker. He shakes himself slightly, turning back to focus on the camera again.
“AJ. You’ve been pretty quiet lately. You probably got your stuff going on. A lot of people will sleep on you. Say you lost your touch. That since you lost to Harper you got nothing left. I know better than that. You are a legend already. You could come back into this and take the whole thing. You got the skills that getting an early draw isn’t gonna hurt you. I’ll keep my eye on you. Team Free Will still means enough to me for that. But if it comes down to it I’m gonna drop you outside.”
He laughs softly and grins at the camera.
“Then there’s my boys. The rest of the Male roster for Team Diversity Hire. Nick, Nate. You know we gonna roll deep in this. Nate got himself a bad draw but I know my boy. He’s gonna tear it up. If he survives, if he makes the ironman till Nick and I come out? Boys you are gonna be in trouble. Trust.”
He takes a drink from his water and winks to the camera.
“But don’t think, once it’s just us standing in that ring that I’m gonna go easy on you. I don’t have an easy mode and I will happily bounce both of you off the floor at the end of it.”
He empties his bottle of water and nods his head.
“Alright, my stop is coming up. More to come. Again, thank you.”
He flashes two fingers and smirks.
“Peace Out.”
The camera fades on him.
Well howdy there pardner.