Post by Pax Stormcrow on Mar 25, 2019 6:00:15 GMT
Pax stumbles back into his hotel room, struggling to make the ground stop rolling under his feet. The madness did not end at the Strip Club. They had hit 3 different bars and to dance clubs and had somehow managed to get thrown out of every single one.
He shuffles forward, stripping out of his clothes that had several drinks spilled on it and probably someone’s blood. He didn’t remember why he had thrown that last punch just that he had.
But despite all the madness and chaos of the night, he had a good time. It was the first time in a while where he was able to shut off his mind and make the hurt go away. It felt good to be out with his friends, goofing off and having a good time. Lord knows he didn’t have much time for that as a kid.
He falls into the bed, letting out a groan as he collapses into it. It doesn’t take long for sleep to hit him and he dozes off.
~_~
But it is all to soon before he wakes again. A light comes through a crack in the curtain, shining directly into his eyes. It stabs deep into his brain, the brightness piercing him like a knife.
He groans, trying to roll away. But the sound grates on his throbbing brain and causes his vision to swim briefly in front of his eyes. He lays there for a moment, washed in the misery that serves as payback for the night before. Finally he drags himself to his feet, shuffling over to the sink. He drinks down two glasses of water in quick succession before looking up at the mirror.
His eyes were bloodshot and his face sagged. He shudders at the sight and stumbles into the bathroom. A hot shower had him feeling almost human, stepping out into a towel and looking around for a moment, weighing his options.
His stomach grumbled, an angry sound. It wanted food but was still irritated from what had been done to it the night before. He needed to find something to satisfy himself but the hateful bright of day was shining in the sky still. A frown crosses his lips as he struggles with how best to deal with this predicament when his phone beeps at him. He walks over to his discarded pants from the night before, pulling out his phone and looking at a message from Nate, ‘Round 2 Hooker. Get ready.’
He blinks in disbelief at the message, shaking his head as he types out a response. ‘You have got to be kidd.’ but then he is interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Get your hungover ass together. We’re getting waffles!”
He sighs, but then a smile spreads across his face.
“Ya, one minute.”
__________________________
This final video spot has Pax sitting on a street corner. He smirks slightly at the camera.
“So here we are. We got folks coming up on their final arguments. Gearing up for the fight come tomorrow. Each one of us plans to be the last one standing to go throw down against Xavier Cross to see if we have what it takes to stand at the top of the company. I got a title already. But I have always made it clear that if I am in the ring I am going to perform as well as I am able. There’s no such thing as an easy fight with me and the Roulette is no different.”
He grins at the camera and shrugs his shoulders.
“Been saving this next group for last. Some of them are likely the biggest competition I will have in this match. More importantly, it’s the people that I have legit problems with. So let’s break it down.”
He leans forward running a hand over his face.
“We got Uriel and Oracles. Two servants of ‘god’ that have lost their savior cause he’s off doing. I dunno. Not possessing Angel Blake I guess. Couple of dudes who rolled up while I was refocusing myself and been on a bit of a tear. Messed up Dean something awful. But nothing more then run of the mill bullies with a faith complex. The Age of Gods are done and over with and you are just a sad relic trying to cash in on that glory. You still around when I’m called down to the ring and I’ll toss you out with the rest of the trash.”
He stares seriously into the camera for a long moment.
“Which brings us to their displaced symbol of their faith. Angel Blake. I took your Extreme Championship from you. I wait patiently for you to come and try to take it back so I can kick you down from your perch again. Angry god or White devil. Makes no difference to me. You are a worthless bully in whatever form you come in. No threats, no promises of violence, no freakin panther is going to change what happens when we meet in the ring. You wind up on your back. Your time is past and I have no plan of giving you a platform for your bile to be spewed.”
He pushes himself up to a crouch, leaning towards the camera with a hard gaze.
“Which brings us to The Pack. You boys have had a time of it lately, haven’t you. Running around like you own the place. You are sitting on half the belts in the company now. The ones you cant win yourselves you convince the others to join up with you. Good for you. But this isn’t your year. Your time is done. Team Free Will may not be up to much but that’s ok. Diversity Hire will stand in their place.”
He pushes himself to his feet, the camera rising with him as he gets to his feet.
“Caleb Lockwood. You are still running around, playing the good little servant. I don’t even know what to say to you anymore. You could do so much more on your own. Your ‘Brothers’ are holding you back. Maybe this new discord will show that to you as your little screwed up family implodes on yourself. It doesn’t matter. I’ve grown beyond you. We had our time together but until you grow a spine to stand on your own you don’t belong in the same ring with me anymore. I mean to show you that at the Roulette.”
He starts walking down the street, the camera swinging around to move in front of him.
“Warren Kane. You’re back. Last time I saw you in the ring I whooped you up and down and made you take a little vacation. You decided to get over your daddy issues and you are running around throwing out his catch phrase. Want to go be a new little Spike Kane. But here’s the thing. Spike’s time is over. You being a new him is just gonna be the same schtick. A sad man reliving past glories who doesn’t adapt with the times. Your other lady is back. Are Eternity and Rowan gonna to joint custody of you? Is that how it goes? One gets to boss you around on weekends and two weeks in the summer? The hilarious part is you called me a jobber.”
Pax lifts his shirt, revealing the title around his waist.
“Cept I got this, and all you got is a boyfriend that flirts with everything that moves so who’s the jobber now, eh? You got a fire lit under you cause you are all pissed at Cross. Like that makes you special. Get in line. We are all mad at him except for Dean. Speaking of…”
Pax shakes his head, a hungry smile on his face.
“Harper. Been looking forward to a chance in the ring with you. I really hope you are still there when I come round. Cause I’m gonna be looking for you. You run around being a sick freak, licking skulls and ending careers. But I’m not afraid of you. I won’t back down. You are gonna have to kill me to get me to stop. Pack ends and soon. Sure you guys might hang around the locker room still. But I am going to make certain that you are just a joke. It starts with you. You got no demon inside of you but you still running around following the orders of Rowan. You’ve made your choice. The choice I had known you made all along. You are mine when we get in that ring and you are going to find out what every bully I’ve come across has found out. That you are weak and when faced with someone willing to stand up and say ‘no more’ you fall apart faster than Todd William’s momentum.”
He shakes his head, spitting to one side.
“You all don’t understand. I am angry, I’m done with all of this madness going on. I’ve proven what I can do, and I’m the last man coming into this fight. I’m going to be fresh when you are tired. It’s my time. I’ll see you boys in the ring.”
He makes a fist and tosses it to the side.
“No Peace.”
He shuffles forward, stripping out of his clothes that had several drinks spilled on it and probably someone’s blood. He didn’t remember why he had thrown that last punch just that he had.
But despite all the madness and chaos of the night, he had a good time. It was the first time in a while where he was able to shut off his mind and make the hurt go away. It felt good to be out with his friends, goofing off and having a good time. Lord knows he didn’t have much time for that as a kid.
He falls into the bed, letting out a groan as he collapses into it. It doesn’t take long for sleep to hit him and he dozes off.
~_~
But it is all to soon before he wakes again. A light comes through a crack in the curtain, shining directly into his eyes. It stabs deep into his brain, the brightness piercing him like a knife.
He groans, trying to roll away. But the sound grates on his throbbing brain and causes his vision to swim briefly in front of his eyes. He lays there for a moment, washed in the misery that serves as payback for the night before. Finally he drags himself to his feet, shuffling over to the sink. He drinks down two glasses of water in quick succession before looking up at the mirror.
His eyes were bloodshot and his face sagged. He shudders at the sight and stumbles into the bathroom. A hot shower had him feeling almost human, stepping out into a towel and looking around for a moment, weighing his options.
His stomach grumbled, an angry sound. It wanted food but was still irritated from what had been done to it the night before. He needed to find something to satisfy himself but the hateful bright of day was shining in the sky still. A frown crosses his lips as he struggles with how best to deal with this predicament when his phone beeps at him. He walks over to his discarded pants from the night before, pulling out his phone and looking at a message from Nate, ‘Round 2 Hooker. Get ready.’
He blinks in disbelief at the message, shaking his head as he types out a response. ‘You have got to be kidd.’ but then he is interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Get your hungover ass together. We’re getting waffles!”
He sighs, but then a smile spreads across his face.
“Ya, one minute.”
__________________________
This final video spot has Pax sitting on a street corner. He smirks slightly at the camera.
“So here we are. We got folks coming up on their final arguments. Gearing up for the fight come tomorrow. Each one of us plans to be the last one standing to go throw down against Xavier Cross to see if we have what it takes to stand at the top of the company. I got a title already. But I have always made it clear that if I am in the ring I am going to perform as well as I am able. There’s no such thing as an easy fight with me and the Roulette is no different.”
He grins at the camera and shrugs his shoulders.
“Been saving this next group for last. Some of them are likely the biggest competition I will have in this match. More importantly, it’s the people that I have legit problems with. So let’s break it down.”
He leans forward running a hand over his face.
“We got Uriel and Oracles. Two servants of ‘god’ that have lost their savior cause he’s off doing. I dunno. Not possessing Angel Blake I guess. Couple of dudes who rolled up while I was refocusing myself and been on a bit of a tear. Messed up Dean something awful. But nothing more then run of the mill bullies with a faith complex. The Age of Gods are done and over with and you are just a sad relic trying to cash in on that glory. You still around when I’m called down to the ring and I’ll toss you out with the rest of the trash.”
He stares seriously into the camera for a long moment.
“Which brings us to their displaced symbol of their faith. Angel Blake. I took your Extreme Championship from you. I wait patiently for you to come and try to take it back so I can kick you down from your perch again. Angry god or White devil. Makes no difference to me. You are a worthless bully in whatever form you come in. No threats, no promises of violence, no freakin panther is going to change what happens when we meet in the ring. You wind up on your back. Your time is past and I have no plan of giving you a platform for your bile to be spewed.”
He pushes himself up to a crouch, leaning towards the camera with a hard gaze.
“Which brings us to The Pack. You boys have had a time of it lately, haven’t you. Running around like you own the place. You are sitting on half the belts in the company now. The ones you cant win yourselves you convince the others to join up with you. Good for you. But this isn’t your year. Your time is done. Team Free Will may not be up to much but that’s ok. Diversity Hire will stand in their place.”
He pushes himself to his feet, the camera rising with him as he gets to his feet.
“Caleb Lockwood. You are still running around, playing the good little servant. I don’t even know what to say to you anymore. You could do so much more on your own. Your ‘Brothers’ are holding you back. Maybe this new discord will show that to you as your little screwed up family implodes on yourself. It doesn’t matter. I’ve grown beyond you. We had our time together but until you grow a spine to stand on your own you don’t belong in the same ring with me anymore. I mean to show you that at the Roulette.”
He starts walking down the street, the camera swinging around to move in front of him.
“Warren Kane. You’re back. Last time I saw you in the ring I whooped you up and down and made you take a little vacation. You decided to get over your daddy issues and you are running around throwing out his catch phrase. Want to go be a new little Spike Kane. But here’s the thing. Spike’s time is over. You being a new him is just gonna be the same schtick. A sad man reliving past glories who doesn’t adapt with the times. Your other lady is back. Are Eternity and Rowan gonna to joint custody of you? Is that how it goes? One gets to boss you around on weekends and two weeks in the summer? The hilarious part is you called me a jobber.”
Pax lifts his shirt, revealing the title around his waist.
“Cept I got this, and all you got is a boyfriend that flirts with everything that moves so who’s the jobber now, eh? You got a fire lit under you cause you are all pissed at Cross. Like that makes you special. Get in line. We are all mad at him except for Dean. Speaking of…”
Pax shakes his head, a hungry smile on his face.
“Harper. Been looking forward to a chance in the ring with you. I really hope you are still there when I come round. Cause I’m gonna be looking for you. You run around being a sick freak, licking skulls and ending careers. But I’m not afraid of you. I won’t back down. You are gonna have to kill me to get me to stop. Pack ends and soon. Sure you guys might hang around the locker room still. But I am going to make certain that you are just a joke. It starts with you. You got no demon inside of you but you still running around following the orders of Rowan. You’ve made your choice. The choice I had known you made all along. You are mine when we get in that ring and you are going to find out what every bully I’ve come across has found out. That you are weak and when faced with someone willing to stand up and say ‘no more’ you fall apart faster than Todd William’s momentum.”
He shakes his head, spitting to one side.
“You all don’t understand. I am angry, I’m done with all of this madness going on. I’ve proven what I can do, and I’m the last man coming into this fight. I’m going to be fresh when you are tired. It’s my time. I’ll see you boys in the ring.”
He makes a fist and tosses it to the side.
“No Peace.”
Well howdy there pardner.