Post by Pax Stormcrow on Mar 18, 2022 23:53:45 GMT
Pax stumbles back to his hotel, a bunch of toilet paper shoved up against his nose to stop the blood from pouring out more over his clothes. He was pretty sure it was broken. His whole body ached from the strikes thrown against him, and he was pretty sure Gabbi and scratched his arm in the middle of the fray.
The fight was easy enough to start. In fact it was a little too easy. Couple of brown folks walking into a Texas Honkey Tony and trying to change the jukebox from Brooks and Dun was all it took. Pax wasn’t sure if that was racist or if the place really liked Brooks and Dun, or hated Brad Paisley. Maybe all three?
Fortunately no one was a fan of the cops and everyone got scarce once the sirens sounded. His mind wanders back to a promise he made to a mom about how he wasn’t ever going to be in a situation where he was running from the cops again.
“Sorry Mom…”
The sound of his voice was nasally and rough. Ya, probably a broken nose. Bright plan before a ladder match and a PPV.
He shrugs to himself as he slips through the lobby and finds the elevators. It was late so it was mostly deserted. He didn’t feel like explaining all the blood. Once safely in his hotel room he dumps his tissues in the garbage and inspects himself in the mirror. Dried blood stains his mouth and chin, dark circles already starting to form around his eyes. Still, his nose looked the same. So if it was a break, it wasn’t bad. He splashes some water on his face to clean himself off before he grabs a washcloth and fills it with ice. He flops down on the bed, careless of his blood covered clothing and presses the makeshift ice pack to his face.
“Ow…”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, staring at the cracked screen. Well that was a problem. Probably should have left it at home. Still, he unlocks the screen and between the flickering image and abused pixels he sees that there are no notifications on. He sighs heavily, dropping the phone to one side before reaching out for the remote. Time to fall asleep watching late night TV.
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Pax’s vlog boots up, an image of him sitting at the desk in what is clearly a hotel room. He is sporting a black eye and a grin.
“What up Neechies, it’s ya boi. Gonna be talking about the Roulette coming up. Specifically the question a lot of you have been asking. That question is, why? Why would I declare my intention for the Roulette and then offer an Open Challenge for the World Television title on the same day. I didn’t have to do that.”
He laughs, clapping his hands together.
“I mean, of course I did. I’m a fighting Champion. I gotta catch up and beat Ulf, don’t I? But sure, I didn’t have to hold out an Open challenge. Now I gotta go up against someone I have never faced in the ring before. Someone I have never even shared a ring with. But I took a step back and I looked around. For the first time, the Roulette is open to anyone. Not even people signed with the IWF. We had the Olympian’s mixed tag tournament that was left open. As the Television Champion, I gotta carry the flag of the company so how am I gonna make an open challenge if it’s not truly open. Besides…”
He reaches off screen and grabs his title belt to hold up for the camera.
“It says World Television Champion on this belt.”
He smiles at the camera before lowering the belt out of frame.
“But the true answer, the one that matters most, is to prove that I can do this. Prove that I really got the best Cardio in the game. Prove that I am the guy that can go the longest and the farthest. Prove that I am Mr. No Days Off. Not to Roberto, not to the locker room. Not even to you folx. But to prove it to myself.”
He rubs his hands together, glancing down at the desk for a moment.
“Cause it’s been said about how I was a fallen prodigy. About how I couldn’t live up to my own hype. How the weight of everything brought me down and had me walk away. Nobody knows those truths more than I do. I still hold the weight of my past on my shoulders. As much as I want to reestablish myself with my own deeds, the past happened and that affects me. This is about proving to myself and anyone else who has doubts about me that I am here to stay. That I can shoulder this burden, and any others that happen and carry them across the finish line. At High Stakes, I make that thought reality.”
He smiles and flashes two fingers to the screen.
“Peace Out”
The fight was easy enough to start. In fact it was a little too easy. Couple of brown folks walking into a Texas Honkey Tony and trying to change the jukebox from Brooks and Dun was all it took. Pax wasn’t sure if that was racist or if the place really liked Brooks and Dun, or hated Brad Paisley. Maybe all three?
Fortunately no one was a fan of the cops and everyone got scarce once the sirens sounded. His mind wanders back to a promise he made to a mom about how he wasn’t ever going to be in a situation where he was running from the cops again.
“Sorry Mom…”
The sound of his voice was nasally and rough. Ya, probably a broken nose. Bright plan before a ladder match and a PPV.
He shrugs to himself as he slips through the lobby and finds the elevators. It was late so it was mostly deserted. He didn’t feel like explaining all the blood. Once safely in his hotel room he dumps his tissues in the garbage and inspects himself in the mirror. Dried blood stains his mouth and chin, dark circles already starting to form around his eyes. Still, his nose looked the same. So if it was a break, it wasn’t bad. He splashes some water on his face to clean himself off before he grabs a washcloth and fills it with ice. He flops down on the bed, careless of his blood covered clothing and presses the makeshift ice pack to his face.
“Ow…”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, staring at the cracked screen. Well that was a problem. Probably should have left it at home. Still, he unlocks the screen and between the flickering image and abused pixels he sees that there are no notifications on. He sighs heavily, dropping the phone to one side before reaching out for the remote. Time to fall asleep watching late night TV.
_____________________
Pax’s vlog boots up, an image of him sitting at the desk in what is clearly a hotel room. He is sporting a black eye and a grin.
“What up Neechies, it’s ya boi. Gonna be talking about the Roulette coming up. Specifically the question a lot of you have been asking. That question is, why? Why would I declare my intention for the Roulette and then offer an Open Challenge for the World Television title on the same day. I didn’t have to do that.”
He laughs, clapping his hands together.
“I mean, of course I did. I’m a fighting Champion. I gotta catch up and beat Ulf, don’t I? But sure, I didn’t have to hold out an Open challenge. Now I gotta go up against someone I have never faced in the ring before. Someone I have never even shared a ring with. But I took a step back and I looked around. For the first time, the Roulette is open to anyone. Not even people signed with the IWF. We had the Olympian’s mixed tag tournament that was left open. As the Television Champion, I gotta carry the flag of the company so how am I gonna make an open challenge if it’s not truly open. Besides…”
He reaches off screen and grabs his title belt to hold up for the camera.
“It says World Television Champion on this belt.”
He smiles at the camera before lowering the belt out of frame.
“But the true answer, the one that matters most, is to prove that I can do this. Prove that I really got the best Cardio in the game. Prove that I am the guy that can go the longest and the farthest. Prove that I am Mr. No Days Off. Not to Roberto, not to the locker room. Not even to you folx. But to prove it to myself.”
He rubs his hands together, glancing down at the desk for a moment.
“Cause it’s been said about how I was a fallen prodigy. About how I couldn’t live up to my own hype. How the weight of everything brought me down and had me walk away. Nobody knows those truths more than I do. I still hold the weight of my past on my shoulders. As much as I want to reestablish myself with my own deeds, the past happened and that affects me. This is about proving to myself and anyone else who has doubts about me that I am here to stay. That I can shoulder this burden, and any others that happen and carry them across the finish line. At High Stakes, I make that thought reality.”
He smiles and flashes two fingers to the screen.
“Peace Out”
Well howdy there pardner.