Post by Xavier Laroux on Jun 9, 2012 15:56:24 GMT -5
The scene would slowly come into view. Darkness fading from your screens would expose the explosion of color that is reality. The purest of whites would cover the walls all around them and the ceiling above. A light blue carpet would cover the floor in its entirety. Lights slightly dimmed, as to not to have them at an uncomfortable brightness.
Footsteps would bring the man closer and closer to a particular door, one of the several that were strategically placed in different locations, each with their own individual number. Eventually, he would reach the front of that door. Bringing his arm up, he would ball his fist, knocking onto the solid wood of the door. Taking but a single step back, the man behind the camera would patiently await the answer from the other side.
A few moments later, inaudible words would be heard from behind the door. The sound of clicking would be heard as that door swung inwards, revealing a young man. His hair shaved closed, the stubble covering the majority of his head. Lower half covered with a pair of slightly faded silver denim jeans. That torso of his would be bared, revealing a toned torso. Upon seeing the cameraman, that oh so familiar smirk would grow across the features of the man.
The Hottest...Figuratively and Literally...Champion in American Championship Wrestling today...The American Championship Bare-Knuckle and United States Champion...YOUR Favorite Drug...Xavier Laroux! Bringing his right arm up, he would press his hand against the frame of the door, leaning into it slightly. Those lips of his would slowly part, the words that he spoke better than anyone else would begin to slip free from the depths of his soul.
” Well I'll be damned. How long's it been? Nevermind that, come in, I was just watching the news. There's a story that's about to come on that I'm sure you'll love. “ Speaking those words, Laroux would laugh out, simply stepping to the side, holding the door open for the man holding the camera.
The Cameraman walking into the room, Xavier would let the door close behind them. Walking forward, he would motion his head towards that television. Right away, a rather cute older woman would be seated behind a desk. Looking down at her papers, she would allow her eyes to move back up, looking into the lens of the camera that pointed at her.
” We now have a breaking news story. We'll now send you on scene to the incident. “
The picture on the television set would switch over, revealing a young man who stood outside a rather busy intersection in the road. This young man would look uncannily similar to Xavier Laroux himself, all the way down to that smirk of his. That man would part his lips, speaking aloud.
” This just in, Kyle Travis is a self-obsessed, over hyped, boring as all holy hell, pretentious douchebag. Back to you Kate. “
After that, Xavier would grab the remote off of the bed, pressing the Power button as the television screen went black. Tossing it back onto the bed, careful not to hit the sleeping figure in the bed. Turning his attention back to the man holding the camera, Laroux would motion to the man to follow him.
Making his exit from the room, the Cameraman would follow him out of the room. Closing the door behind them, Xavier would begin to make his way down that long hall. Opting to take the stairs rather than the simplicity of the elevator, Laroux would begin to speak as they went down those stairs.
” It's been a damn long time since I've been able to fight in front of an American Championship Wrestling crowd. Too long really. But now we're back. I get the chance to do what I love more than anything else in the entire world. I get to kick the hell outta Kyle Travis. That I've missed the most. Talking -CensoredStuff- about lame ass people like Kyle Travis. But more importantly, I get to prove the critics wrong. “
“ Any chance I get to do this simply elates me. You know what else elates me, Travis? Listening to the Canadian Legend himself make an utter fool out of himself with the things you say. First off, how many times must you be told. Nobody gives a flying -CensoredStuff- about LAW or TWN or any other outside venture you've taken part in. Nobody gives a damn about the politics or hardships you've had to endure. It was your fault that you couldn't just say no and bailed out. “
“ Each and every time you speak, it seems, you just continue to spew out these mindless, thoughtless, really remedial words. There was one thing you said that I agree with though. Nothing has changed. You are still the same boring ass, overrated, second rate, -CensoredStuff-. It's as simple as that, Kyle. That's just how things are, I dunno what else to tell you on the subject. “
“ As for your question? I have not spent my Eight months off listening to Grunge, hanging out at Starbucks and working in Backyard Companies. I have been busting my ass in some of the best companies in the world. I've been honing my craft against guys who would make you look like a jobber. I have reached a higher peak in this business than you could ever hope to reach, Kyle. You see, this business is my life and I'm sorry if I offend anyone by this, but as much as I love American Championship Wrestling I wasn't just going to sit around on my ass and wait for it to reopen. I'd be an idiot if I were to have done that. I'd be...you if I did that. “
Looking to the lens of the camera, Laroux would simply shrug his shoulders a bit, laughing out slightly. Finishing up that trek down those stairs, the two of them would walk through the lobby of the hotel. Another few steps would lead them through those metallic lined glass double doors. The bright sunny day would cause Laroux to cringe upon seeing it. Shaking his head slightly, he would wait a moment or two to get adjusted to the change in the light.
Finally adjusted to it, he would reopen his eyes. The two of them returning to their trek, he would take the lead, walking down the long concrete sidewalk.
” You can seize this day all you'd like Kyle, that's fine. I'll simply just snatch it away from you just like I did my Bare-Knuckle Championship. Based on my track record, I am one of the most capable, most willful, most dominating men to ever step into an ACW ring. Nobody said I could beat you for the Bare-Knuckle Championship. I did. Nobody said I could beat Brian Harris for the United States Championship. I did. Something you never could have done, Kyle. “
“ Now, let's get back to the simply retarded things you've said. The only reason I got the show against you is because they had no one else to try and go after the title? How -CensoredStuff-ing stupid are you? I earned the right to be called the Number One Contender to that title. I earned it without crying, -CensoredStuff-ing, whining, moaning, and bellowing conspiracies. Then when the time came, I earned the right to have that match. You know what you earned that night? You earned an ass kicking and that's just what you got. “
“ You know Kyle...I don't know what your deal is against The Church of Anarchy. I mean, maybe it's envy...jealousy...bitterness. What I think it is...nothing you could ever put together could even compare to the Church. You're like a little child who can't get his way, Travis. You could never compare to a Mike Voland or a Brian Harris when it boils down to it. You just can't seem to accept that fact and it shows. It shows in the spiteful things you say about us. Envy is an ugly sin, Travis. And you? You're a rotten little troll of a human. “
“ As for your little secret? The fans want to see you mauled by a Grizzly Bear...the fans want to see you mowed down by a Mac Truck...the fans want to see you lowered down from the rafters only for something to go horribly wrong, causing you to freefall down to the ring where you land on your head, thus ending your pathetic and miserable excuse for a life you sorry son of a -ACW Forced Censored-. Nobody cares about your boring ass matches filled with rest hold after rest hold simply because you can't cut it when it comes to a fast paced, in your face offense like my own. “
“ Let's touch back on your jealousy of the Church of Anarchy. Your history with stables in American Championship has been a rather less than spectacular. Yeah, those were your exact words. But let's point out the flaws in them. To call your stables in American Championship Wrestling less than spectacular is probably one of the biggest understatements of the year. Old School wasn't overshadowed. Old School just wasn't good enough to acknowledge. The Plague never made an impact. I have no idea what illegal substances you're indulging in lately, but you should lay off of them. “
“ As for what has The Church of Anarchy done? Must I remind you that payback is a -ACW Forced Censored-...mmmhmmm? Maybe those chairshots I cracked your skull with caused a bit of memory loss? You see, The Church of Anarchy accomplished something that you and your failed attempt after failed attempt of a stable could never accomplish. We were family. We weren't just another group of people who had little to nothing in common. We weren't just another group of people who were waiting for the opportunity to stab one another in the back for a shot at glory. Unlike anything you could ever hope to put together, we were a cohesive unit. The Church of Anarchy, Kyle Travis...is simply better than anything you could ever dream up. You're just asshurt that you weren't apart of it. “
Another slight shrug given from YOUR Favorite Drug as he would reach down into the pockets of those jeans. Pulling out that pack of Newports and white Bic lighter, he plucked a single cigarette from the pack. Placing it between his lips, he would light the tip of it, inhaling a lungful of that cooling smoke. Returning the two objects to their resting place within his pocket, he would turn his head back to look towards the camera.
That cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, nearly invisible trails of smoke began to ever so gently float up, eventually dissipating within the air around them. That oh so confident smirk began to grow across the features of Laroux once more. Taking another hit off of that smoldering cigarette, he snatched it from between his lips, allowing those arms of his to extend outwards, presenting himself seemingly.
” A quick tip, Kyle. You should spend less time bashing Mike Voland, a man who you could never compare to and spend more time bashing the guy who's going to be driving his knee right between your beady little eyes this weekend. Mike Voland recruited me into the Church of Anarchy because I was the best thing around at the time. Nobody gave or gives a damn about you, Kyle Travis. Especially Mike Voland, a man of his caliber wouldn't even consider you a nuisance on the level of a gnat. “
“ You're not as funny as you think you are, Kyle. You see, only you would think about getting high on Flintstones Chewable Vitamins. I'm not heroin...meth...crack. What I am is simple. I am YOUR Favorite Drug. That's something you just can't seem to grasp. With your utter jealousy of anything involving the Church of Anarchy, you've failed to see that I have always been my own man. I have never walked in another man's shadow. “
“ I didn't walk in Mike Voland's shadow...I didn't walk in Brian Harris's shadow...and I'm damn sure not going to walk in your shadow. But you're right on one thing though. There is a sense of inevitably about our upcoming match. It is the tiebreaker. I've got a win against you and you've got a win against me. Though, I'll care enough to remind you of the fact that the only reason you won that Battle Royal for the American Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship is because myself and Declan went over at the same time. “
“ Nothing to do with you. It didn't have your inclusion in the result. The both of us simply took one another over the top rope. Real great accomplishment Kyle Travis. But as for ShockWave...this match is going to be something I'm going to enjoy. I'm going to get into the ring with you and show you just what a little -CensoredStuff- you are. I'm going to attack those ribs of yours, hopefully cracking or even breaking a few of them in the process. “
“ Then you know what I'm going to do Kyle Travis? I'm going to knock you on your ass, where you belong. Then...I'm going to hit those ropes and bolt across that ring like nothing you've ever seen before. And before you even have the chance to bat those beady little eyes of yours? I'm going to drive my knee right between your eyes and knock you the -CensoredStuff- out, Kyle Travis. Because that's what I do. I don't bore the audience like you do, trying to wear down an opponent enough to make them tap out to one of your little pissant submissions. “
“ I get right up in your face and I beat the holy hell out of you. But as for your question? Do I really think I can beat you? Hell yes. I know for a fact I can beat you, Kyle Travis. I've done it before. And I'm going to do it again. I've spent the last Eight Months honing my craft. I've gotten better than I've ever been before and this week I'm going to show you the fruits of my labor. I'll see you in the ring you little -CensoredStuff- “
Nodding his head up and down ever so slowly, he would bring that arm of his back up, placing the cigarette between his lips. Taking a rather long drag off of it, he would pluck it free. Bringing his head up, the smoke rolling free from the depths of his lungs before floating gracefully from those smirking lips of his.
Once more, he would shrug those shoulders of his as the scene would ever so slowly fade to darkness, bringing an end to this particular promotional piece.
Footsteps would bring the man closer and closer to a particular door, one of the several that were strategically placed in different locations, each with their own individual number. Eventually, he would reach the front of that door. Bringing his arm up, he would ball his fist, knocking onto the solid wood of the door. Taking but a single step back, the man behind the camera would patiently await the answer from the other side.
A few moments later, inaudible words would be heard from behind the door. The sound of clicking would be heard as that door swung inwards, revealing a young man. His hair shaved closed, the stubble covering the majority of his head. Lower half covered with a pair of slightly faded silver denim jeans. That torso of his would be bared, revealing a toned torso. Upon seeing the cameraman, that oh so familiar smirk would grow across the features of the man.
The Hottest...Figuratively and Literally...Champion in American Championship Wrestling today...The American Championship Bare-Knuckle and United States Champion...YOUR Favorite Drug...Xavier Laroux! Bringing his right arm up, he would press his hand against the frame of the door, leaning into it slightly. Those lips of his would slowly part, the words that he spoke better than anyone else would begin to slip free from the depths of his soul.
” Well I'll be damned. How long's it been? Nevermind that, come in, I was just watching the news. There's a story that's about to come on that I'm sure you'll love. “ Speaking those words, Laroux would laugh out, simply stepping to the side, holding the door open for the man holding the camera.
The Cameraman walking into the room, Xavier would let the door close behind them. Walking forward, he would motion his head towards that television. Right away, a rather cute older woman would be seated behind a desk. Looking down at her papers, she would allow her eyes to move back up, looking into the lens of the camera that pointed at her.
” We now have a breaking news story. We'll now send you on scene to the incident. “
The picture on the television set would switch over, revealing a young man who stood outside a rather busy intersection in the road. This young man would look uncannily similar to Xavier Laroux himself, all the way down to that smirk of his. That man would part his lips, speaking aloud.
” This just in, Kyle Travis is a self-obsessed, over hyped, boring as all holy hell, pretentious douchebag. Back to you Kate. “
After that, Xavier would grab the remote off of the bed, pressing the Power button as the television screen went black. Tossing it back onto the bed, careful not to hit the sleeping figure in the bed. Turning his attention back to the man holding the camera, Laroux would motion to the man to follow him.
Making his exit from the room, the Cameraman would follow him out of the room. Closing the door behind them, Xavier would begin to make his way down that long hall. Opting to take the stairs rather than the simplicity of the elevator, Laroux would begin to speak as they went down those stairs.
” It's been a damn long time since I've been able to fight in front of an American Championship Wrestling crowd. Too long really. But now we're back. I get the chance to do what I love more than anything else in the entire world. I get to kick the hell outta Kyle Travis. That I've missed the most. Talking -CensoredStuff- about lame ass people like Kyle Travis. But more importantly, I get to prove the critics wrong. “
“ Any chance I get to do this simply elates me. You know what else elates me, Travis? Listening to the Canadian Legend himself make an utter fool out of himself with the things you say. First off, how many times must you be told. Nobody gives a flying -CensoredStuff- about LAW or TWN or any other outside venture you've taken part in. Nobody gives a damn about the politics or hardships you've had to endure. It was your fault that you couldn't just say no and bailed out. “
“ Each and every time you speak, it seems, you just continue to spew out these mindless, thoughtless, really remedial words. There was one thing you said that I agree with though. Nothing has changed. You are still the same boring ass, overrated, second rate, -CensoredStuff-. It's as simple as that, Kyle. That's just how things are, I dunno what else to tell you on the subject. “
“ As for your question? I have not spent my Eight months off listening to Grunge, hanging out at Starbucks and working in Backyard Companies. I have been busting my ass in some of the best companies in the world. I've been honing my craft against guys who would make you look like a jobber. I have reached a higher peak in this business than you could ever hope to reach, Kyle. You see, this business is my life and I'm sorry if I offend anyone by this, but as much as I love American Championship Wrestling I wasn't just going to sit around on my ass and wait for it to reopen. I'd be an idiot if I were to have done that. I'd be...you if I did that. “
Looking to the lens of the camera, Laroux would simply shrug his shoulders a bit, laughing out slightly. Finishing up that trek down those stairs, the two of them would walk through the lobby of the hotel. Another few steps would lead them through those metallic lined glass double doors. The bright sunny day would cause Laroux to cringe upon seeing it. Shaking his head slightly, he would wait a moment or two to get adjusted to the change in the light.
Finally adjusted to it, he would reopen his eyes. The two of them returning to their trek, he would take the lead, walking down the long concrete sidewalk.
” You can seize this day all you'd like Kyle, that's fine. I'll simply just snatch it away from you just like I did my Bare-Knuckle Championship. Based on my track record, I am one of the most capable, most willful, most dominating men to ever step into an ACW ring. Nobody said I could beat you for the Bare-Knuckle Championship. I did. Nobody said I could beat Brian Harris for the United States Championship. I did. Something you never could have done, Kyle. “
“ Now, let's get back to the simply retarded things you've said. The only reason I got the show against you is because they had no one else to try and go after the title? How -CensoredStuff-ing stupid are you? I earned the right to be called the Number One Contender to that title. I earned it without crying, -CensoredStuff-ing, whining, moaning, and bellowing conspiracies. Then when the time came, I earned the right to have that match. You know what you earned that night? You earned an ass kicking and that's just what you got. “
“ You know Kyle...I don't know what your deal is against The Church of Anarchy. I mean, maybe it's envy...jealousy...bitterness. What I think it is...nothing you could ever put together could even compare to the Church. You're like a little child who can't get his way, Travis. You could never compare to a Mike Voland or a Brian Harris when it boils down to it. You just can't seem to accept that fact and it shows. It shows in the spiteful things you say about us. Envy is an ugly sin, Travis. And you? You're a rotten little troll of a human. “
“ As for your little secret? The fans want to see you mauled by a Grizzly Bear...the fans want to see you mowed down by a Mac Truck...the fans want to see you lowered down from the rafters only for something to go horribly wrong, causing you to freefall down to the ring where you land on your head, thus ending your pathetic and miserable excuse for a life you sorry son of a -ACW Forced Censored-. Nobody cares about your boring ass matches filled with rest hold after rest hold simply because you can't cut it when it comes to a fast paced, in your face offense like my own. “
“ Let's touch back on your jealousy of the Church of Anarchy. Your history with stables in American Championship has been a rather less than spectacular. Yeah, those were your exact words. But let's point out the flaws in them. To call your stables in American Championship Wrestling less than spectacular is probably one of the biggest understatements of the year. Old School wasn't overshadowed. Old School just wasn't good enough to acknowledge. The Plague never made an impact. I have no idea what illegal substances you're indulging in lately, but you should lay off of them. “
“ As for what has The Church of Anarchy done? Must I remind you that payback is a -ACW Forced Censored-...mmmhmmm? Maybe those chairshots I cracked your skull with caused a bit of memory loss? You see, The Church of Anarchy accomplished something that you and your failed attempt after failed attempt of a stable could never accomplish. We were family. We weren't just another group of people who had little to nothing in common. We weren't just another group of people who were waiting for the opportunity to stab one another in the back for a shot at glory. Unlike anything you could ever hope to put together, we were a cohesive unit. The Church of Anarchy, Kyle Travis...is simply better than anything you could ever dream up. You're just asshurt that you weren't apart of it. “
Another slight shrug given from YOUR Favorite Drug as he would reach down into the pockets of those jeans. Pulling out that pack of Newports and white Bic lighter, he plucked a single cigarette from the pack. Placing it between his lips, he would light the tip of it, inhaling a lungful of that cooling smoke. Returning the two objects to their resting place within his pocket, he would turn his head back to look towards the camera.
That cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, nearly invisible trails of smoke began to ever so gently float up, eventually dissipating within the air around them. That oh so confident smirk began to grow across the features of Laroux once more. Taking another hit off of that smoldering cigarette, he snatched it from between his lips, allowing those arms of his to extend outwards, presenting himself seemingly.
” A quick tip, Kyle. You should spend less time bashing Mike Voland, a man who you could never compare to and spend more time bashing the guy who's going to be driving his knee right between your beady little eyes this weekend. Mike Voland recruited me into the Church of Anarchy because I was the best thing around at the time. Nobody gave or gives a damn about you, Kyle Travis. Especially Mike Voland, a man of his caliber wouldn't even consider you a nuisance on the level of a gnat. “
“ You're not as funny as you think you are, Kyle. You see, only you would think about getting high on Flintstones Chewable Vitamins. I'm not heroin...meth...crack. What I am is simple. I am YOUR Favorite Drug. That's something you just can't seem to grasp. With your utter jealousy of anything involving the Church of Anarchy, you've failed to see that I have always been my own man. I have never walked in another man's shadow. “
“ I didn't walk in Mike Voland's shadow...I didn't walk in Brian Harris's shadow...and I'm damn sure not going to walk in your shadow. But you're right on one thing though. There is a sense of inevitably about our upcoming match. It is the tiebreaker. I've got a win against you and you've got a win against me. Though, I'll care enough to remind you of the fact that the only reason you won that Battle Royal for the American Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship is because myself and Declan went over at the same time. “
“ Nothing to do with you. It didn't have your inclusion in the result. The both of us simply took one another over the top rope. Real great accomplishment Kyle Travis. But as for ShockWave...this match is going to be something I'm going to enjoy. I'm going to get into the ring with you and show you just what a little -CensoredStuff- you are. I'm going to attack those ribs of yours, hopefully cracking or even breaking a few of them in the process. “
“ Then you know what I'm going to do Kyle Travis? I'm going to knock you on your ass, where you belong. Then...I'm going to hit those ropes and bolt across that ring like nothing you've ever seen before. And before you even have the chance to bat those beady little eyes of yours? I'm going to drive my knee right between your eyes and knock you the -CensoredStuff- out, Kyle Travis. Because that's what I do. I don't bore the audience like you do, trying to wear down an opponent enough to make them tap out to one of your little pissant submissions. “
“ I get right up in your face and I beat the holy hell out of you. But as for your question? Do I really think I can beat you? Hell yes. I know for a fact I can beat you, Kyle Travis. I've done it before. And I'm going to do it again. I've spent the last Eight Months honing my craft. I've gotten better than I've ever been before and this week I'm going to show you the fruits of my labor. I'll see you in the ring you little -CensoredStuff- “
Nodding his head up and down ever so slowly, he would bring that arm of his back up, placing the cigarette between his lips. Taking a rather long drag off of it, he would pluck it free. Bringing his head up, the smoke rolling free from the depths of his lungs before floating gracefully from those smirking lips of his.
Once more, he would shrug those shoulders of his as the scene would ever so slowly fade to darkness, bringing an end to this particular promotional piece.