Post by Deleted on May 25, 2015 18:25:15 GMT -6
The feed would pick up outside of a local Seattle bar. Inaudible music would be thumping from the interior of the establishment. The man holding the camera would walk towards the inconspicuous looking brown solid wood door. His hand shown for a brief moment, he pushed the door, walking in.
Almost instantly he was overtaken by the strong smell of stale alcohol, tobacco smoke, and desperation. A quick scan of the occupants would reveal the lower tier of society. Leather clad bikers, scandalously dressed middle aged women, all around deviants would be the ones who were considered “regulars.”
The cameraman would make his way up to the bar itself, revealing none other than the man who was to make his debut on Ignite: “YOUR Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux. Seated on top of a black bar stool, he would be staring down to an untouched shot glass filled with a clear liquid and the unopened bottle of beer next to it.
Brown eyes would stare intently at those two objects. Never once touching them, just looking at them. An internal war would be raging behind those eyes of Laroux. Taking in a deep breath, he would feel the hand of the cameraman touching his shoulder, breaking his concentration.
“ Oh shit, “ Those words escaping the lips of Laroux as he was taken off guard by this man. “I didn't know you were here yet. C'mon, let's get the hell outta here. “
Sliding off of that stool, Xavier would slip his hand into the deep pocket of his hunter green colored cargo pants. Pulling out a crumpled twenty, he dropped it on the surface of the bar with a nod to the man behind the bar.
“ You should be proud. “ The bar tender spoke, looking to Laroux with a reassuring expression. “ You're getting through it on your own. Your brother would be proud. “
Those eyes closing slowly, Laroux would smirk, laughing out a bit as he nodded his head in agreement. Turning away from the bar, he would take his exit from the establishment. Cameraman following Laroux, the two of them would begin to walk down the concrete sidewalk towards no apparent destination.
Night had long since fallen, the air was brisk and chilly, breezes blew through the main street styled neighborhood. Adjusting that black leather jacket, revealing a white tank top under it, the sound of black steel toed shoes thudding against the concrete with each step taken. Reaching up, Laroux would run his hand across the stubble on top of his head as the cameraman spoke up.
“ What was with that back there? The drinks. “ Genuine curiosity laced those words spoken by the cameraman.
“ It helps resist the temptation. If I can sit there for a few hours, not take the shot, not down the beer, then that's another day I can look at myself as a success. By leaving those drinks untouched, I can be happy with the guy I see when I look into a mirror. “ Before he could continue on, the man would ask another question.
“ How long's it been? “ Blunt and straight to the point, this was gonna be a good night Laroux thought.
“ Six months. Six god damned long months. I wanna say it's getting easier and it is, it really is...some nights. Other nights, I feel like I'd run you down with a bus if it meant I could have a drink. But we're not here to talk about a recovering drunk. We're here to talk about the debut of YOUR Favorite Drug in New Edge Wrestling. “ A complete change of attitude. Humbled by the alcoholism discussion, Laroux would look back over his shoulder at the man holding the camera.
Turning around to face that same man, the smirk on Laroux's face would grow quite a bit larger.
“ NEW is about to get its first hit. The first hit in a long standing addiction is coming. And once this drug courses through the veins of the NEW fans...the boys and girls in the back...hell, NEW as a whole, things will never be the same. I will climb the ranks. I will run through everyone set in front of me. Nothing will stop me from becoming the single best talent that's ever stepped through these doors. “
“ But alas, every journey must start somewhere. And whatta way for mine to start. I get to step into the ring with the man who is causing such pain to someone I legitimately consider one of the most important people in my life, even beyond business. That's right, Thursday June Forth. The Verizon Center in our nation's capital Washington D.C. “
“ I take my first step to glory in NEW by going one on one with...Xandor Kalel. “ Laroux's expression would grow a bit more serious upon saying his name. “ I look around...I look around and I see the damage he's causing, the damage he's caused. Yet...nothing is being done to him because of this. Well that's where I step in. That's where I prove my worth. “
“ Xandor Kalel, he is a cancer. He brings nothing but misery, pain, decay, and suffering to all those around him. He has gone on far too long without punishment for his actions. But that all changes on the forth. When that bell rings, I'm going to come after you with every ounce of pain you've caused to people. I'M going to be your punishment. I am going to be the one who makes you regret every stupid decision you've ever made. “
“ I won't be able to make you feel the emotional pain you cause everyone around but I swear on everything I hold dear, I will find a way to convert that into physical pain. I'm going to beat the hell out of you Xandor. There hasn't been a lot of times in my life where I've had a reason to fight other than for my own personal gain, but this is one of those few moments in life. This is one of those few moments in which I have something to fight for...in which I have someone to fight for. “
“ You might be bigger than me, hell you might be a better wrestler than I am but I promise you, there will never be a better fighter than me. So go ahead, throw me around the ring. Use your size advantage over me to its fullest. But let me warn you. Don't make a mistake. Not a single one. The moment you slip up, I'm going to knock you on your ass. I'm going to run across that canvas like The Flash himself and I'm GOING to drive my knee right between your eyes and god knows, no matter how big you are, a good knee between the eyes is enough to put anyone down for the count. “
Laughing out a bit, Laroux would turn back away from the camera. Walking down that solid concrete sidewalk, he dug into the left pocket of those hunter green cargo pants. Pulling out a black pack of cigarettes and a white lighter, he plucked a single one from that pack. Placing it between his lips, he struck the lighter and took in a long hit from it. Exhaling the smoke out through his nostrils and lips, he began to speak once more.
“ You've been a force damn near everywhere you've been. Yeah, I did more than my share of homework on you Xandor. ACW, XPW, Four Corners, Alpha Pro. I've seen what you can do to people like Marisol Hawkes, Michael Stigma, Kirsta Lewis. But, in that same breath, I've seen what people like Felicity Banks can do against you. “
“ I've picked your strengths apart, I've studied your weaknesses to the point they're burned into my brain. I know what I need to do in order to beat you. I know what I need to do to keep you off of your game. I know EVERYTHING I NEED TO KNOW XANDOR! “
At this point, emotions took over. Highly passionate in his words, wisps of smoke would break free from the depths of his mouth as he spoke, more so after he took another, rather quick, drag off of the cigarette.
“ It's time for you to come face to face with the reality. Some people may be okay with your bullshit but I'm not them. I'm not like anyone you've ever stepped in front of before in your life. Try to get into my head, you'll beg to get out. Try to intimidate me with your size. I'll punch you in the fuckin' throat. I don't care how big you are. I'll bring you down to my size. “
He suddenly stopped walking. Taking in another long drag off of that cigarette, Laroux would look directly into the lens of the camera. A look of the utmost seriousness grew across the features of Laroux as he parted those lips, wisps of smoke floating upwards as he spoke.
“ Everything as you know it, Xandor Kalel, is about to change. Everything is about to come crashing down around your ears. It won't be for Amanda. It'll be for me. You're a douchebag, to be straight forward about it, Xandor. And for that? That's what's gonna get your ass kicked. “
Taking the final drag off of his cigarette, Xavier would flick it to the side. Digging into his pocket, he would pull out a cellphone, turning it on. As the phone lit up, Xavier would look towards the camera with a smirk.
“ That's all for tonight. But don't fret, I'm not done talking, not yet. Just gonna need a bit of a change of scenery for this next one. See ya soon Xandor. “
Turning his back to the camera, Xavier would begin to walk away, the scene fading to black, as a hype video for Ignite would roll across your screens.
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The scene picking back up would reveal a rather cloudy sky. Still kind of early in the morning, a cool breeze would blow through the surrounding area. Upon further inspection, the location for the second half of this video would be a local Seattle cemetery.
Few families would be there, visiting the memory of their departed loved ones. One young man in particular would be seated in front of a single tombstone. A six pack of Bud Light bottles would be resting next to him as he sat with his legs crossed under himself.
That young man would be none other than “YOUR Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux. A pair of partially faded black denim jeans, a white tank top, with a plain black t-shirt and a black leather jacket over it. A half hearted smile plastered across the features of Laroux, he would reach for the six pack. Pulling up two bottles, he set one down in front of himself.
The other, he would twist the cap off before beginning to pour it out into the grass in front of that tombstone. Watching as the liquid seeped into the earth, he would laugh softly.
“ Nah man, I'm clean. Six months now. “
Laughing out, he shook his head back and forth a bit, looking down to the ground beneath him.
“ It got really bad there for a while. I was going through three...four bottles a day. Hell, I couldn't get to sleep without downing a fifth. I didn't like what I was. You wouldn't have been proud. Haha, you probably would've kicked my ass. “
Grabbing up another bottle, he would twist the top off of it, dropping it into the box. Pouring it out in the same spot, the foam would slowly fizz away as the liquid soaked the ground.
“ Things are going really good for once. I got back into wrestling, getting ready for my debut next month. Got an agent to help make sure I don't fuck up again. Miss Amanda. She's...really cool. She's more a friend than anything now. You would've liked her. “
Lifting his head back up, he laughed out, shaking his head in disagreement.
“ It's not like that with her. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought of it. But it wouldn't work and I'm not gonna fuck up what we got just to try. I need more friends in this business, I've lost contact with almost everyone. 'Sides, I'm kinda diggin' Mackenzie man. She's a good person. “
Grabbing up the third bottle, he would open it up and pour it out just like the two before it.
“ I know, I need to focus on the big picture. Less ass, more cash. But yeah man, I need to head out. I miss you. I'm gonna make you proud, I'm gonna do it right this time. Here, you keep my half for later. “
Putting the bottle he pulled out for himself back into the cardboard, he would slide it in front of the tombstone. Rolling to a standing position, he snatched up the three empty bottles. Taking one final look at the tombstone, he laughed softly before turning to face the man holding the camera.
“ That's my brother. But you've seen more than I wanted you to so don't worry about it. What you need to worry about is the ass whoopin' I'm about to lay on Xandor Kalel. With each passing tweet I see him post, my urge to punch him in the face grows stronger and stronger. “
“ I'm going to beat your ass, Xandor. There's no doubt in my mind that that's going to happen. You can win the match, honestly, it's not about that for me anymore. I wanted to keep this professional. I wanted to drop you on your ass and knock you out with a knee between the eyes. I would've been happy with just walking out with a win. “
“ But the more I see what you've done to her, the more I see her struggle to keep her sanity because of you... “
Stopping instantly, he would close those eyes of his, taking in a rather deep breath. Turning away from the camera, Laroux would walk off to the side, throwing away those bottles in a black garbage can.
“ On Twitter, we talked a little bit about making promises you can't keep. If I'm going to make a promise to someone, I'm going to keep it. So, by me promising to finish the job, I'm going to do it. It might not be on June forth, it might not be September twenty-sixth, but it will happen. Before the last dying breath escapes my mouth, I will have stood above you, every shit thing you've ever done to anyone else delivered back to you tenfold. “
Turning back around, Laroux would look into the lens of that camera, a strong intensity burning in his eyes.
“ Xandor Kalel. My name is Xavier Laroux. I am YOUR Favorite Drug. June Forth, I am going to come at you with every bit of determination that burns within my heart. This is so far beyond impressing the powers that be in my debut match. I'm going to hurt you, Xandor. Not like the people you've hurt, that kind of hurt will never heal. The type of hurt I'm going to give to you...you'll recover from it. But when you do? I'll be back. “
“ I'll...always...come...back. “
Taking a few steps backwards, Laroux never once taking his eyes off of the camera. A smirk growing across his features, he would simply nod his head slowly, closing those brown eyes as the picture faded to black.
Almost instantly he was overtaken by the strong smell of stale alcohol, tobacco smoke, and desperation. A quick scan of the occupants would reveal the lower tier of society. Leather clad bikers, scandalously dressed middle aged women, all around deviants would be the ones who were considered “regulars.”
The cameraman would make his way up to the bar itself, revealing none other than the man who was to make his debut on Ignite: “YOUR Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux. Seated on top of a black bar stool, he would be staring down to an untouched shot glass filled with a clear liquid and the unopened bottle of beer next to it.
Brown eyes would stare intently at those two objects. Never once touching them, just looking at them. An internal war would be raging behind those eyes of Laroux. Taking in a deep breath, he would feel the hand of the cameraman touching his shoulder, breaking his concentration.
“ Oh shit, “ Those words escaping the lips of Laroux as he was taken off guard by this man. “I didn't know you were here yet. C'mon, let's get the hell outta here. “
Sliding off of that stool, Xavier would slip his hand into the deep pocket of his hunter green colored cargo pants. Pulling out a crumpled twenty, he dropped it on the surface of the bar with a nod to the man behind the bar.
“ You should be proud. “ The bar tender spoke, looking to Laroux with a reassuring expression. “ You're getting through it on your own. Your brother would be proud. “
Those eyes closing slowly, Laroux would smirk, laughing out a bit as he nodded his head in agreement. Turning away from the bar, he would take his exit from the establishment. Cameraman following Laroux, the two of them would begin to walk down the concrete sidewalk towards no apparent destination.
Night had long since fallen, the air was brisk and chilly, breezes blew through the main street styled neighborhood. Adjusting that black leather jacket, revealing a white tank top under it, the sound of black steel toed shoes thudding against the concrete with each step taken. Reaching up, Laroux would run his hand across the stubble on top of his head as the cameraman spoke up.
“ What was with that back there? The drinks. “ Genuine curiosity laced those words spoken by the cameraman.
“ It helps resist the temptation. If I can sit there for a few hours, not take the shot, not down the beer, then that's another day I can look at myself as a success. By leaving those drinks untouched, I can be happy with the guy I see when I look into a mirror. “ Before he could continue on, the man would ask another question.
“ How long's it been? “ Blunt and straight to the point, this was gonna be a good night Laroux thought.
“ Six months. Six god damned long months. I wanna say it's getting easier and it is, it really is...some nights. Other nights, I feel like I'd run you down with a bus if it meant I could have a drink. But we're not here to talk about a recovering drunk. We're here to talk about the debut of YOUR Favorite Drug in New Edge Wrestling. “ A complete change of attitude. Humbled by the alcoholism discussion, Laroux would look back over his shoulder at the man holding the camera.
Turning around to face that same man, the smirk on Laroux's face would grow quite a bit larger.
“ NEW is about to get its first hit. The first hit in a long standing addiction is coming. And once this drug courses through the veins of the NEW fans...the boys and girls in the back...hell, NEW as a whole, things will never be the same. I will climb the ranks. I will run through everyone set in front of me. Nothing will stop me from becoming the single best talent that's ever stepped through these doors. “
“ But alas, every journey must start somewhere. And whatta way for mine to start. I get to step into the ring with the man who is causing such pain to someone I legitimately consider one of the most important people in my life, even beyond business. That's right, Thursday June Forth. The Verizon Center in our nation's capital Washington D.C. “
“ I take my first step to glory in NEW by going one on one with...Xandor Kalel. “ Laroux's expression would grow a bit more serious upon saying his name. “ I look around...I look around and I see the damage he's causing, the damage he's caused. Yet...nothing is being done to him because of this. Well that's where I step in. That's where I prove my worth. “
“ Xandor Kalel, he is a cancer. He brings nothing but misery, pain, decay, and suffering to all those around him. He has gone on far too long without punishment for his actions. But that all changes on the forth. When that bell rings, I'm going to come after you with every ounce of pain you've caused to people. I'M going to be your punishment. I am going to be the one who makes you regret every stupid decision you've ever made. “
“ I won't be able to make you feel the emotional pain you cause everyone around but I swear on everything I hold dear, I will find a way to convert that into physical pain. I'm going to beat the hell out of you Xandor. There hasn't been a lot of times in my life where I've had a reason to fight other than for my own personal gain, but this is one of those few moments in life. This is one of those few moments in which I have something to fight for...in which I have someone to fight for. “
“ You might be bigger than me, hell you might be a better wrestler than I am but I promise you, there will never be a better fighter than me. So go ahead, throw me around the ring. Use your size advantage over me to its fullest. But let me warn you. Don't make a mistake. Not a single one. The moment you slip up, I'm going to knock you on your ass. I'm going to run across that canvas like The Flash himself and I'm GOING to drive my knee right between your eyes and god knows, no matter how big you are, a good knee between the eyes is enough to put anyone down for the count. “
Laughing out a bit, Laroux would turn back away from the camera. Walking down that solid concrete sidewalk, he dug into the left pocket of those hunter green cargo pants. Pulling out a black pack of cigarettes and a white lighter, he plucked a single one from that pack. Placing it between his lips, he struck the lighter and took in a long hit from it. Exhaling the smoke out through his nostrils and lips, he began to speak once more.
“ You've been a force damn near everywhere you've been. Yeah, I did more than my share of homework on you Xandor. ACW, XPW, Four Corners, Alpha Pro. I've seen what you can do to people like Marisol Hawkes, Michael Stigma, Kirsta Lewis. But, in that same breath, I've seen what people like Felicity Banks can do against you. “
“ I've picked your strengths apart, I've studied your weaknesses to the point they're burned into my brain. I know what I need to do in order to beat you. I know what I need to do to keep you off of your game. I know EVERYTHING I NEED TO KNOW XANDOR! “
At this point, emotions took over. Highly passionate in his words, wisps of smoke would break free from the depths of his mouth as he spoke, more so after he took another, rather quick, drag off of the cigarette.
“ It's time for you to come face to face with the reality. Some people may be okay with your bullshit but I'm not them. I'm not like anyone you've ever stepped in front of before in your life. Try to get into my head, you'll beg to get out. Try to intimidate me with your size. I'll punch you in the fuckin' throat. I don't care how big you are. I'll bring you down to my size. “
He suddenly stopped walking. Taking in another long drag off of that cigarette, Laroux would look directly into the lens of the camera. A look of the utmost seriousness grew across the features of Laroux as he parted those lips, wisps of smoke floating upwards as he spoke.
“ Everything as you know it, Xandor Kalel, is about to change. Everything is about to come crashing down around your ears. It won't be for Amanda. It'll be for me. You're a douchebag, to be straight forward about it, Xandor. And for that? That's what's gonna get your ass kicked. “
Taking the final drag off of his cigarette, Xavier would flick it to the side. Digging into his pocket, he would pull out a cellphone, turning it on. As the phone lit up, Xavier would look towards the camera with a smirk.
“ That's all for tonight. But don't fret, I'm not done talking, not yet. Just gonna need a bit of a change of scenery for this next one. See ya soon Xandor. “
Turning his back to the camera, Xavier would begin to walk away, the scene fading to black, as a hype video for Ignite would roll across your screens.
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The scene picking back up would reveal a rather cloudy sky. Still kind of early in the morning, a cool breeze would blow through the surrounding area. Upon further inspection, the location for the second half of this video would be a local Seattle cemetery.
Few families would be there, visiting the memory of their departed loved ones. One young man in particular would be seated in front of a single tombstone. A six pack of Bud Light bottles would be resting next to him as he sat with his legs crossed under himself.
That young man would be none other than “YOUR Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux. A pair of partially faded black denim jeans, a white tank top, with a plain black t-shirt and a black leather jacket over it. A half hearted smile plastered across the features of Laroux, he would reach for the six pack. Pulling up two bottles, he set one down in front of himself.
The other, he would twist the cap off before beginning to pour it out into the grass in front of that tombstone. Watching as the liquid seeped into the earth, he would laugh softly.
“ Nah man, I'm clean. Six months now. “
Laughing out, he shook his head back and forth a bit, looking down to the ground beneath him.
“ It got really bad there for a while. I was going through three...four bottles a day. Hell, I couldn't get to sleep without downing a fifth. I didn't like what I was. You wouldn't have been proud. Haha, you probably would've kicked my ass. “
Grabbing up another bottle, he would twist the top off of it, dropping it into the box. Pouring it out in the same spot, the foam would slowly fizz away as the liquid soaked the ground.
“ Things are going really good for once. I got back into wrestling, getting ready for my debut next month. Got an agent to help make sure I don't fuck up again. Miss Amanda. She's...really cool. She's more a friend than anything now. You would've liked her. “
Lifting his head back up, he laughed out, shaking his head in disagreement.
“ It's not like that with her. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought of it. But it wouldn't work and I'm not gonna fuck up what we got just to try. I need more friends in this business, I've lost contact with almost everyone. 'Sides, I'm kinda diggin' Mackenzie man. She's a good person. “
Grabbing up the third bottle, he would open it up and pour it out just like the two before it.
“ I know, I need to focus on the big picture. Less ass, more cash. But yeah man, I need to head out. I miss you. I'm gonna make you proud, I'm gonna do it right this time. Here, you keep my half for later. “
Putting the bottle he pulled out for himself back into the cardboard, he would slide it in front of the tombstone. Rolling to a standing position, he snatched up the three empty bottles. Taking one final look at the tombstone, he laughed softly before turning to face the man holding the camera.
“ That's my brother. But you've seen more than I wanted you to so don't worry about it. What you need to worry about is the ass whoopin' I'm about to lay on Xandor Kalel. With each passing tweet I see him post, my urge to punch him in the face grows stronger and stronger. “
“ I'm going to beat your ass, Xandor. There's no doubt in my mind that that's going to happen. You can win the match, honestly, it's not about that for me anymore. I wanted to keep this professional. I wanted to drop you on your ass and knock you out with a knee between the eyes. I would've been happy with just walking out with a win. “
“ But the more I see what you've done to her, the more I see her struggle to keep her sanity because of you... “
Stopping instantly, he would close those eyes of his, taking in a rather deep breath. Turning away from the camera, Laroux would walk off to the side, throwing away those bottles in a black garbage can.
“ On Twitter, we talked a little bit about making promises you can't keep. If I'm going to make a promise to someone, I'm going to keep it. So, by me promising to finish the job, I'm going to do it. It might not be on June forth, it might not be September twenty-sixth, but it will happen. Before the last dying breath escapes my mouth, I will have stood above you, every shit thing you've ever done to anyone else delivered back to you tenfold. “
Turning back around, Laroux would look into the lens of that camera, a strong intensity burning in his eyes.
“ Xandor Kalel. My name is Xavier Laroux. I am YOUR Favorite Drug. June Forth, I am going to come at you with every bit of determination that burns within my heart. This is so far beyond impressing the powers that be in my debut match. I'm going to hurt you, Xandor. Not like the people you've hurt, that kind of hurt will never heal. The type of hurt I'm going to give to you...you'll recover from it. But when you do? I'll be back. “
“ I'll...always...come...back. “
Taking a few steps backwards, Laroux never once taking his eyes off of the camera. A smirk growing across his features, he would simply nod his head slowly, closing those brown eyes as the picture faded to black.