Post by Pax Stormcrow on Jun 3, 2024 0:42:03 GMT
The camera comes on for the start of Pax’s vlog with a view from a hotel room terrace showing the city of Rome with the Stadio Olimpico in the background. Pax is seated in front of the camera wearing a ‘No Damn Brakes’ t-shirt and drinking an espresso.
“What up neechies, it’s ya boi! How bout this view though? I don’t normally splurge on my rooms when I head up, but fuck it. We in Rome and it’s Night of the Immortals. So why not, am I right?”
He smiles brightly at the camera and leans back to kick his feet up as he takes a sip from the small cup in his hands.
“And ya boi got himself into the Joker in the Pack. Just like I said I was going too. Now, that doesn’t mean that I am happy with how I made my way there, cause you best believe I’m not. Fortunately, I’m able to take out some of my frustrations about that in the match itself. So let’s stoodis and I’ll break it down for ya.”
He takes another sip and sets it off to the side and out of screen.
“So first of all, let’s discuss what some might say is the source of my frustration. Boss, I dig it. You put yourself into this match cause you want to get your hands on Chaney and because I know you got the itch to compete again. I can respect that. Ya know what it’s like to be out of the game for reasons not totally in your control, and ya know what it’s like to have someone being a giant pain in your ass that you just want to get your hands on them. You understand that, right.”
He stares deadpan at the camera as he leans in.
“You get that right. I hope the irony isn’t lost on you boss. Cause that’s all I’ve wanted to do since I got cleared to compete again. Get into the ring and compete, and then get my hand on a couple of giant fucks that decided to start shit. You feel that. So tell me why the hell did you bench me, huh? I don’t expect a response. Not a real one anyways. You’ll sit there and wax on about how I can’t hang in there. The same song and dance everyone does. I’ve addressed that and like I tell them, I always come back. So what’s the excuse for when I am here and ready to make you some money that ya have me on the sidelines, huh?”
He grabs his cup and drains the rest of it before leaning back in his seat.
“Which brings us to big fuck and big shit ass. Couple of guys who tried to make a name for themselves before and couldn’t cut it so they decided the best thing to do was to team up to try and target people more relevant than them. Well congrats, assholes. Looks like it worked for ya. Unfortunately we all know your little team up run is gonna fall apart here. It sure as shit didn’t win either of you the roulette and it’s not gonna get you anywhere here. Tytus, I want to like ya. Big old veteran slab of meat. Just wants to hang out on your farm and slap people around. I can dig that. It sucks that ya didn’t manage to make a splash before cause quite frankly ya got all the tools to make something of yourself. Just sucks you decided to step on me and my boys to do that. So now I’m gonna have to dump you on your big Russian head to knock some god damn sense into you. Cause now you gonna be in the ring with me. You are bigger and stronger than me. I ain’t gonna deny that. But I’m big enough and strong enough that tossing you around and bending you in knots is within my capabilities and I know damn sure that I can outlast ya, old man. You earned yourself a reckoning and that’s coming home to you.”
“So now let me turn to the biggest Andrew Tate dick rider that I’ve ever fuckin seen. Cyrus, you been goin on about what a tough guy you are. About how soft everyone in this company is. Real men this and alpha wolf that. Bro, level with me. How many wolf related memes are on your facebook page.Tyler Durdan and Tommy Shelby are unironically your heroes aren’t they? Bet you gonna have to watch Taxi Driver just to perform on your wedding night.”
He slowly shakes his head and lets out a sigh.
“It’s a goddamn shame. See, at least for Tytus, people remember him being around. They remember him being a monster. You? Bro everyone forgot about you until you crawled out of whatever garbage fighting league you came from. Bet this whole team up thing was your idea cause you are the only one that actually needed the publicity. You’re just another boring fake tough guy relic from the nineties and I’m gonna beat your ass until that’s the decade you think it is.”
He takes a deep breath and pushes his hair back from his face for a moment.
“But hell, long as we are on the topic of shit asses, let’s move on to Sabin. You’re cosplaying as a DBZ character now. That’s real cute but maybe ya could at least pick an anime from this decade? Look, I wanna like ya. We are a couple of the youngest people to ever make a name for ourselves but you are just such an obnoxious nepo baby with zero self awareness. Acting like you did all of this for yourself. Honestly, I think your head is so far up your ass that you actually believe that. You are so goddamn delusional that there’s no talking sense into you. So I’m just gonna have to beat your ass again. You in this make believe land where you earned what you got cause of your own skills and abilities. Which are solid. They really are. But you’d have never gotten the title shot you got if Mommy didn’t stick you into her little love-hate saga with white jesus. Ya never would have got where you are without Dean or Angel backing you.”
Pax crosses his arms over his chest, taking a few calming breaths before he tosses his head back and sighs.
“Which finally brings us to the guy that I got no history with. Allen, you and I have never shared the ring as opponents or partners. You showed up while I was on my break and honestly you’ve been on a tear. You were literally centimeters away from winning the roulette in your first year in this company. That’s fucking impressive man. Good for you. Imma be honest you also inspired me a little bit. No lie. Your openness to talk about your mental health helped make me feel more comfortable in being real about mine. That’s the sort of courage and strength that a lot of these fucks couldn’t even dream of. I appreciate that, and I appreciate you.”
He offers the camera a small smile.
“I mean, I’m still gonna do my best to whoop your ass. That’s the business we in right? We like to fight. There is a serenity to it that people who don’t do this sort of thing will never understand. But you do. Hell everyone in this ring does. I know you got a chip on your shoulder. You want to beat the shit outta Verona and earn the spot that you think you deserve. But here’s the thing, Allen. I do deserve it. I was at the top and I want nothing more than to be back there. But no hard feelings. After I finish kicking everyone’s ass and claiming that briefcase we can crack a cold one in the back to watch my girlfriend beat the shit outta your girlfriend.”
He winks at the camera before flashing two fingers.
“Peace out ya’ll. Let’s light this crowd on fire. Skoden.”
He slaps the laptop shut and kills the feed.
~_~
Pax let out a breath as he reached up to unclip the mic from his shirt collar and set it on the table next to his laptop as he clicked through the options to upload his latest vlog up to his youtube channel. Once that was taken care of he typed up the message he wanted to send and posted it out to his social media platforms. That completed he closed his laptop down and opened the door into his hotel suite and stepped inside.
The suite was silent save for the hum of the air conditioner that kept the room at a chill. He had grown up without the benefit of a decent hvac in his home and he still couldn’t resist taking the opportunity to make full use of it when he traveled. He turned towards the bedroom and walked across the soft carpet, only to pause so that he could lay against the door frame to gaze on the blanket of raven colored hair that spilled across the comforter.
He was certain the smile on his face made him look foolish. But no one was around to see it, so he didn’t even fight it. He peeled his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor before he carefully crept over to the bed and slid under the covers. The motion elicited a displeased noise from Charlotte and her face scrunched up into a cute little pout. Her arm slipped out from under the covers, groping around for a moment until she grabbed hold of his wrist. She let out a small whine, grabbing his arm and rolling over to pull it under the covers and around her waist before snuggling in against him. He laughed softly, not fighting the motion as he curled up against her and pressed his face into her hair.
“Sorry Charlotte. Didn’t mean to wake ya.”
She frowned slightly before she muttered in a sleep filled voice. “Mmm, Una.”
“Huh?”
“Call me Una. Not Charlotte.”
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Ya, I can do that. Una.”
She responded with a nod before tightening the grip on his arm and hugging it to her chest. Since it seemed he wasn’t going anywhere for the time being he settled in, letting his head rest on the pillow as he considered the upcoming match. Sunday was fast approaching and deep down he was worried. The therapy was still too new for him to know if it was helping or not, but he thought he had a realistic expectation going into the match. But he knew that no one in it was a slouch and the two biggest and meanest competitors would be targeting him specifically.
He was confident that he could take Cyrus and Titus down individually. He even felt good about facing the two of them together. But with three other men in the ring, with no rules? That was a concern. Also, anyone thinking that it was just going to stick to 6 men would be a damned fool. Sabin had the rest of Savage Kingdom and they had no shame about involving themselves in matches that weren’t anything goes. Then of course there was Verona’s Legion to consider. This match and it was a powder keg to begin with.
He shifted slightly, the movement eliciting another displeased noise from Charlotte, no Una, and she tightened her hold on his arm. Frowning, Pax did his best to twist in the bed until he could ease his cellphone from the pocket of his sweatpants with his left hand. He opened up the group chat and started typing.
Bros, do you got my back on Sunday
Course. Stoodis
Bro, was that Charlotte I saw showing up at balls early?
“What up neechies, it’s ya boi! How bout this view though? I don’t normally splurge on my rooms when I head up, but fuck it. We in Rome and it’s Night of the Immortals. So why not, am I right?”
He smiles brightly at the camera and leans back to kick his feet up as he takes a sip from the small cup in his hands.
“And ya boi got himself into the Joker in the Pack. Just like I said I was going too. Now, that doesn’t mean that I am happy with how I made my way there, cause you best believe I’m not. Fortunately, I’m able to take out some of my frustrations about that in the match itself. So let’s stoodis and I’ll break it down for ya.”
He takes another sip and sets it off to the side and out of screen.
“So first of all, let’s discuss what some might say is the source of my frustration. Boss, I dig it. You put yourself into this match cause you want to get your hands on Chaney and because I know you got the itch to compete again. I can respect that. Ya know what it’s like to be out of the game for reasons not totally in your control, and ya know what it’s like to have someone being a giant pain in your ass that you just want to get your hands on them. You understand that, right.”
He stares deadpan at the camera as he leans in.
“You get that right. I hope the irony isn’t lost on you boss. Cause that’s all I’ve wanted to do since I got cleared to compete again. Get into the ring and compete, and then get my hand on a couple of giant fucks that decided to start shit. You feel that. So tell me why the hell did you bench me, huh? I don’t expect a response. Not a real one anyways. You’ll sit there and wax on about how I can’t hang in there. The same song and dance everyone does. I’ve addressed that and like I tell them, I always come back. So what’s the excuse for when I am here and ready to make you some money that ya have me on the sidelines, huh?”
He grabs his cup and drains the rest of it before leaning back in his seat.
“Which brings us to big fuck and big shit ass. Couple of guys who tried to make a name for themselves before and couldn’t cut it so they decided the best thing to do was to team up to try and target people more relevant than them. Well congrats, assholes. Looks like it worked for ya. Unfortunately we all know your little team up run is gonna fall apart here. It sure as shit didn’t win either of you the roulette and it’s not gonna get you anywhere here. Tytus, I want to like ya. Big old veteran slab of meat. Just wants to hang out on your farm and slap people around. I can dig that. It sucks that ya didn’t manage to make a splash before cause quite frankly ya got all the tools to make something of yourself. Just sucks you decided to step on me and my boys to do that. So now I’m gonna have to dump you on your big Russian head to knock some god damn sense into you. Cause now you gonna be in the ring with me. You are bigger and stronger than me. I ain’t gonna deny that. But I’m big enough and strong enough that tossing you around and bending you in knots is within my capabilities and I know damn sure that I can outlast ya, old man. You earned yourself a reckoning and that’s coming home to you.”
“So now let me turn to the biggest Andrew Tate dick rider that I’ve ever fuckin seen. Cyrus, you been goin on about what a tough guy you are. About how soft everyone in this company is. Real men this and alpha wolf that. Bro, level with me. How many wolf related memes are on your facebook page.Tyler Durdan and Tommy Shelby are unironically your heroes aren’t they? Bet you gonna have to watch Taxi Driver just to perform on your wedding night.”
He slowly shakes his head and lets out a sigh.
“It’s a goddamn shame. See, at least for Tytus, people remember him being around. They remember him being a monster. You? Bro everyone forgot about you until you crawled out of whatever garbage fighting league you came from. Bet this whole team up thing was your idea cause you are the only one that actually needed the publicity. You’re just another boring fake tough guy relic from the nineties and I’m gonna beat your ass until that’s the decade you think it is.”
He takes a deep breath and pushes his hair back from his face for a moment.
“But hell, long as we are on the topic of shit asses, let’s move on to Sabin. You’re cosplaying as a DBZ character now. That’s real cute but maybe ya could at least pick an anime from this decade? Look, I wanna like ya. We are a couple of the youngest people to ever make a name for ourselves but you are just such an obnoxious nepo baby with zero self awareness. Acting like you did all of this for yourself. Honestly, I think your head is so far up your ass that you actually believe that. You are so goddamn delusional that there’s no talking sense into you. So I’m just gonna have to beat your ass again. You in this make believe land where you earned what you got cause of your own skills and abilities. Which are solid. They really are. But you’d have never gotten the title shot you got if Mommy didn’t stick you into her little love-hate saga with white jesus. Ya never would have got where you are without Dean or Angel backing you.”
Pax crosses his arms over his chest, taking a few calming breaths before he tosses his head back and sighs.
“Which finally brings us to the guy that I got no history with. Allen, you and I have never shared the ring as opponents or partners. You showed up while I was on my break and honestly you’ve been on a tear. You were literally centimeters away from winning the roulette in your first year in this company. That’s fucking impressive man. Good for you. Imma be honest you also inspired me a little bit. No lie. Your openness to talk about your mental health helped make me feel more comfortable in being real about mine. That’s the sort of courage and strength that a lot of these fucks couldn’t even dream of. I appreciate that, and I appreciate you.”
He offers the camera a small smile.
“I mean, I’m still gonna do my best to whoop your ass. That’s the business we in right? We like to fight. There is a serenity to it that people who don’t do this sort of thing will never understand. But you do. Hell everyone in this ring does. I know you got a chip on your shoulder. You want to beat the shit outta Verona and earn the spot that you think you deserve. But here’s the thing, Allen. I do deserve it. I was at the top and I want nothing more than to be back there. But no hard feelings. After I finish kicking everyone’s ass and claiming that briefcase we can crack a cold one in the back to watch my girlfriend beat the shit outta your girlfriend.”
He winks at the camera before flashing two fingers.
“Peace out ya’ll. Let’s light this crowd on fire. Skoden.”
He slaps the laptop shut and kills the feed.
~_~
Pax let out a breath as he reached up to unclip the mic from his shirt collar and set it on the table next to his laptop as he clicked through the options to upload his latest vlog up to his youtube channel. Once that was taken care of he typed up the message he wanted to send and posted it out to his social media platforms. That completed he closed his laptop down and opened the door into his hotel suite and stepped inside.
The suite was silent save for the hum of the air conditioner that kept the room at a chill. He had grown up without the benefit of a decent hvac in his home and he still couldn’t resist taking the opportunity to make full use of it when he traveled. He turned towards the bedroom and walked across the soft carpet, only to pause so that he could lay against the door frame to gaze on the blanket of raven colored hair that spilled across the comforter.
He was certain the smile on his face made him look foolish. But no one was around to see it, so he didn’t even fight it. He peeled his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor before he carefully crept over to the bed and slid under the covers. The motion elicited a displeased noise from Charlotte and her face scrunched up into a cute little pout. Her arm slipped out from under the covers, groping around for a moment until she grabbed hold of his wrist. She let out a small whine, grabbing his arm and rolling over to pull it under the covers and around her waist before snuggling in against him. He laughed softly, not fighting the motion as he curled up against her and pressed his face into her hair.
“Sorry Charlotte. Didn’t mean to wake ya.”
She frowned slightly before she muttered in a sleep filled voice. “Mmm, Una.”
“Huh?”
“Call me Una. Not Charlotte.”
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Ya, I can do that. Una.”
She responded with a nod before tightening the grip on his arm and hugging it to her chest. Since it seemed he wasn’t going anywhere for the time being he settled in, letting his head rest on the pillow as he considered the upcoming match. Sunday was fast approaching and deep down he was worried. The therapy was still too new for him to know if it was helping or not, but he thought he had a realistic expectation going into the match. But he knew that no one in it was a slouch and the two biggest and meanest competitors would be targeting him specifically.
He was confident that he could take Cyrus and Titus down individually. He even felt good about facing the two of them together. But with three other men in the ring, with no rules? That was a concern. Also, anyone thinking that it was just going to stick to 6 men would be a damned fool. Sabin had the rest of Savage Kingdom and they had no shame about involving themselves in matches that weren’t anything goes. Then of course there was Verona’s Legion to consider. This match and it was a powder keg to begin with.
He shifted slightly, the movement eliciting another displeased noise from Charlotte, no Una, and she tightened her hold on his arm. Frowning, Pax did his best to twist in the bed until he could ease his cellphone from the pocket of his sweatpants with his left hand. He opened up the group chat and started typing.
Bros, do you got my back on Sunday
Course. Stoodis
Bro, was that Charlotte I saw showing up at balls early?
Well howdy there pardner.