Friday 26th June- Three Days Ago

The scene opens in the streets of Brooklyn, New York. The skies are clear and the vibrant sun rays are shining down from the Heavens. The camera shows a black Cadillac limo patrolling the streets. The camera suddenly cuts to an inside view of the suave automobile and it is revealed to be none other than Mr FN Dominance Trax, sitting in the back seat, being chauffeured around by one of his usual drivers. Trax is looking through the tinted windows, watching the blocks of buildings whiz by in a blur as the car passes them, with a look of deep pondering in his eyes, no not pondering, reminiscing.

Thinking back.

Thinking back to his childhood.

These streets raised him, where an efficient school system and parental guidance were absent in his life, the streets were what taught him They taught him how to be strong, how to endure, how to always be wary of ones surroundings. They taught him danger could be around any corner and in this life there isn't any real mercy. Life is harsh and nobody is exempt from its ruthlessness, its wrath. In some scenarios, where one finds themselves living an everyday struggle,where someone can walk up to you and shoot you dead in the street simply for "meaning mugging" them, or wearing the wrong colors, one sometimes has to adapt and find a role in these environments to ultimately survive.

Inadvertently surviving for Trax, in his mind, meant running with gangs. Its a typical mentality among young urban kids. Its statistically proven In areas with high level of gang activity and crime, in a turn of almost cruel irony, young children will sometimes turn to these very same gangs for protection and companionship. Trax, unfortunately, wasn't exempt from this statistic. His father leaving his mother before Trax was even born, his mother working several menial jobs just to try and put food on the table and roof over their heads, hardship made Trax a bitter volatile child even at an early age. Kicked out of schools for constant fights with fellow pupils, with no true authority figure in his life Trax took to the streets and sought belonging and guidance from nefarious gangs and gang members that stalked the streets.

Running with gangs exposed Trax to a life of crime and even more deviancy he was used to before he got into that life style. Gang Violence became a big part of Trax's life.With the constant warring against rival gangs over territory. Additionally Trax was introduced to the life of drugs, promiscuity and prostitution. Constantly fucking with drugs, fucking with women. Selling drugs, selling women. Run-ins with the law enforcement was bound to be unavoidable, most people that take to that life either end up in a penitentiary, or a morgue.


You don't really see many happy endings in gang films now do you?

It was a given Trax would spend time in jail, and he did, numerous occasions, never for anything major, mostly theft, battery charges, things like that. Trax was ruthless, but he was smart, he always managed to elude the more serious convictions such as drug and human trafficking. Nevertheless a majority of his adolescent years growing up was spent inside a cell.

Trax was never one to just barricade himself in his cell waiting for his sentence to pass. Whenever he was inside doing time, he would read to keep his mind sharp, his favorite subjects to read upon being psychology and sociology, as well as this Trax would spend hours in the gym fine tuning his body to peak physical condition. Always a consistent one, Trax maintained his reading and body training outside as well as inside, gathering knowledge in his local libraries and on the internet and pumping iron in his local gyms.

Trax decide to channel the anger he felt within him in more efficient ways. Trax took up learning boxing. Turns out he was a natural, he was good at it. Damn good. With an expert form, an impressive guard, quick footwork, it was when he was sparring with other gym goers he caught the attention of his future boxing manager Leroy Taylor.

Leroy Taylor was a fellow Brooklyn resident scout for NYABC, noticing Trax and impressed with the potential he displayed. Leroy would go on the approach Trax and offer him a boxing deal. Which Trax took gladly, finally seeing the opportunity to make something of himself and escape the bubble of gang banging he had found himself in but as the years passed, founding himself wanting to escape from.

Trax soon asserted himself as a force to be reckoned with in a boxing ring. 30 wins. All KOs. Trax was renowned for his lightening fast jabs that would get past even the sturdiest of guard and footwork that usually overwhelmed his opponents due to remarkable quickness, agility and dexterity." Channeling Ali in yourself boy" Leroy would always used to say.He wasn't far off.

However despite his reputation among the NYABC circuit as one of the best young amateur boxers Trax found himself longing for other endeavors. Trax was an avid lover of wrestling. Even when he was out running the streets being a menace to society Trax had a love and fondness for the sport of professional wrestling. He would never forget his shock and awe of watching Undertaker throw Mankind of that cell roof, or the clashing of titans when The Rock faced off against Stone Cold at WM17 universally considered to be one of the greatest wrestling events of all time. After quitting Boxing Trax turned his sights to the sport of wrestling. He hit a few duds with gaining a contract along the way mainly due to his criminal history, but he was finally offered a contract in the company that was then called XHCW. Xtreme Hardcore Championship Wrestling.

Trax just like his tenure in Boxing quickly established himself as a formidable presence in the sport.Utilizing his fleet footwork and handwork he had in his acumen Trax quickly established himself as one of the best pure striker-type wrestlers in the business. Using his talents and god given physical attributes and going on to win numerous titles , even a Hall of Famer ring.

Trax will never forget the first time he stepped up to the gorilla position and peaked out the curtains to see thousands of fans in attendance, those fans would then go on to know who he was, some hated him, some adored him, but none of that mattered to him. Alls that matter was the adrenaline, the glory. Proving himself to the best after each match, getting his hand raised in victory signalling his dominance. Which he did many times, going on to give himself the moniker of "Mr FN' Dominance"

In deed, Mr FN Dominance got his share taste of glory numerous times in his wrestling tenure. Winning championships and all the bonuses that came with it, fame, bigger paychecks than other guys in the locker room. It gave Trax a sense of meaning, it made him feel alive.He hungered for it. So even when the company that turned him into a star died due to poor management handling and corruption the hunger lived on. Trax stepped out of the spotlight to go about other pursuits and enjoy a quieter life. But he always felt that hunger calling him, pleading him to step back into the spotlight. He heard the inner pleadings, and he answered them. Which is why he now finds himself a member of XWF "where the action never slows down" well that suits Trax just fine, he was never known to do anything at a slow pace.

He loved intense non-stop competition, and soaring through the ranks in impressive quick fashion to get his taste of glory. It comes to no surprise to Trax then that four matches in he's going against the Xtreme Champion Dimallisher for the second biggest prize in XWFs illustrious company, the Xtreme Championship.

A title he seeks to win.


A title he was going to take.... whether Dimallisher likes it or not.


Trax knows he hates it.But theres nothing Dim can do.


It is written.

Trax will go up to the gorilla position, peak out the curtains, his music will play and he will walk down that ramp, some fans singing praises at his presence, some screaming damnation. But as always Trax will shrug it off, inconsequential. He will step into that ring and just like Trax had shown so many people before him, he will show the man who goes by the nickname "The Professor of Insanety" why he goes by the nickname Mr Dominance, but when that realization hits him in the form of a Trap Silencer to the face, it'll be too late, and a few moments after that moment Dim will be on the canvas with Trax standing over holding the title he once wrongfully possessed....

Glory.


Its what Trax seeks and its what Trax will claim. Arm raised high, title strap in hand, fallen former champion at his feet on the canvas. That moment. Trax recalls that feeling and the many times he's experienced it, the adrenaline, the validation, the satisfaction, the sense of fulfillment, belonging.There are is hardly other things in this world that can provide a better feeling.

However...there is one feeling that Trax longs for other than the feeling of accomplishment when having gold strapped around your waist or draped over your shoulder.

One feeling that feels Traxs heart, which some would say is cold, with a warm glow.


The feeling of being back home.


"Driver.Stop here."

The car stops and Trax steps out the car, he is outside a gym building, the building is clearly old, yellowing cracked bricks, colorful graffiti covering them. Trax moves towards the entrance and opens the door, it creaks open and the camera cuts into the interior. Looks like a typical gym really, weights and fitness equipment situated around the room, what dominates the scene however is the boxing ring in the dead center of the room, where currently two men are sparring while a man, a lean aging black man,balded with a grey goatee. Looks on shouting orders at the two.

Jerome! Keep your guard up, left flank is wide open boy!

Still barking orders old man?

The man turns around, his eyes widen at the sight of Trax.


Trax! My boy!

Trax walks up the man and shakes his hand, the man pats Trax on the shoulder after and looks him up and down.

My my, isn't this a surprise, what you doing here boy? How you been son?

Good, just thought I'd check out the ol' stomping grounds, hows business Leroy?

Eh slow, this place ain't buzzing like it used to be.

I see that, still scouting too huh?

Trax looks over Leorys shoulder at the two slugglish sparring Boxers in the ring


Looks like you've got your work cut out for you there.

Leroy laughs and rubs his goatee

I am, and yeah sure as hell looks that way too huh...whats going on with you? Heard you got back into the wrestling business, knew you couldn't stay away.

You know me too well. Its going as can be expected, not had that many matches in this company I'm in but I got a title opportunity coming up, Wednesday coming in fact.


Oh yeah?

Yeah, guy I'm going against, real character, real piece of work. Not a fan of those with melanin complexion lets just put it that way.

Bah!

Leroy waves his hands around

What else is new kid, 2015 and ain't a damn thing changed.

They're about to, I'm going to bring change to that company for sure in the long run. In the short term however I'm looking to bring change to this guys warped mentality, I haven't heard from this guy yet but I know what to thinks of me, know how he feels regarding blacks and their position in the company, in society, he sees us as lazy, incompetent, not fit to be champions, presidents or kings. I'm no exception to that in his eyes, undoubtedly, we've exchanged words and fists weeks before this match was ever booked.We have... differing opinions of what a champion should be.

If this guy thinks that about you than he clearly doesn't know you, not like I know you, or the people you've worked with over the years know you.You may of started out another stereotype, another statistic sure. But I took you under my wing because I saw potential in you boy, my gut instinct told me you had something special in you, and I trust my gut. You fall into the usual traps and mannerisms a young black man living in Brooklyn fall into for a time sure but you rose up, you got up, you got out. Out the hood, made something of yourself. I don't know anybody who has more drive than you son, more ambition, I saw it in your eyes all those years back and I still see it now. You've already proven yourself to be the makings of a champion, in mine and a lot of other peoples eyes. Wednesday I'm sure you'll prove to that guy and to the world you have the makings of a champion once again, knock em' dead.

Thanks coach. I plan to. I see you've got a lot on your plate here so I'll leave you to it.Its been good.

My... such a short visit, don't you wanna stay longer maybe help me train these two chumps up?

At hearing the word "chumps" the two boxers stop sparring and look at Leroy with disgruntled looks, he turns to them as Trax smiles

Did I tell y'all to quit!? Keep at it.

The two boxers continue as Leroy turns to Trax once more.

I'd love to stay but I've got a flight to New Zealand in three hours, I need to run by the old house, and I also wanna go visit...

Trax stops talking, for the first time in forever, he looks rather...sullen.

You going to check up on your momma boy?

Yeah...going to visit momma.

She'll be happy to see you, peace be with you son, good luck in your match Wednesday.

Trax nods and shakes Leroy's hand once more before making his way to the exit and the scene fades


An hour later.


The scene re-opens and Trax is walking through a ward hallway being guided by a woman dressed in all black shirt skirt leggings and shoes, he has a bouquet of flowers in his hands.The woman stops at one of the doors and opens it.

Right in here, she'll be happy to see you, been a few weeks, been busy?

Trax nods and steps into the room. Inside the room lays a frail looking woman in a bed, there is a TV against the wall facing the bed with some soap drama unknown to Trax playing silently. The woman closes the door behind him and goes about other business as Trax walks towards the other woman in the bed.

Hey momma...

Trax sits down on a chair placed by the bed looking at his mother who has not moved or taken her eyes off the silent TV screen.

I ,ugh...bought you flowers, Lilies, your favorite.

Trax places the bouquet on the bed stand and cups his hands together looking down at the floor as he speaks.

Going to be a short visit I'm afraid mom. I know I should spend more time with you then I do and I'm truly sorry I really am. I've been busy. I've come out of retirement not sure if you know that or not. Yeah, wrestling again. I know you hated me becoming a wrestler, even more than you did when I was boxing. Putting my body on the line, the constant injuries and beatings I had to endure. I know its not exactly the life you wanted for me. I know you wanted to ship me off to Harvard, see me become a Doctor...a lawyer...maybe. But that was never going to be the life for me you know?

Trax looks up at his mother, still unmoving, staring at the TV screen with lifeless eyes.

Its not the life you wanted for me but its the life I choose, I was destined for it, I'm good at it you know, really good at it, great even, one of the best. I've made something of myself wrestling. I know that's all you ever wanted when I was growing up. For me to make something of myself, I know that's the reason you slaved away working three jobs seven days a week when father left you so we wouldn't be cast out on the streets. But despite your sacrifices I ended up on the streets anyway didn't I.

That broke you. I know it broke you and for that I can't be sorry enough. But I made amends, at least I tried. Educated myself, got into boxing then eventually wrestling.Left the streets. Put my skills and determination to be something to better use, rather than becoming determined to be the baddest gang banger with the biggest rep, I sought to become the best pro wrestler in the world. Make something of myself, do you proud, that was one of the things that drove me, still do.

And yeah it can be argued I did accomplish that, people know my name, I have some impressive accolades under my belt to say the least but I always find myself craving more. I've got a chance to please that appetite coming up Wednesday, I'm in a title match in the company I wrestle for now. The current champion to the belt I have a shot at, interesting man, he claims to be a man of God, now you know I'm not religious, was always finding ways to duck going to Church, but even as a Atheist I seemingly seem to know more what being a Christian is about than then so called Man of God. I'm sure that being a Man of God involves spreading the word of peace acceptance and love. Not rage, ignorance and hate. He is no Man of God. He is no man. Less than a man.Scum.

I'm no saint, in fact if there is a Hell well shit then I'm doomed. I know you know this too and that saddens you even more but, everything I do, I do it for a purpose, a real purpose, not some misguided interception or warped values and morals like this man possesss. I've done things I am not proud of, I will more than likely continue to do things I am not proud of. But I am not asking for Gods forgiveness, God in my eyes doesn't exist, we are our OWN Gods, in charge of our own fates, our own lives. No I'm not asking for Gods forgiveness mom.


I'm asking for yours.


Forgive me, for the things I have done.


Forgive me, for the things I am going to do.


All for a purpose


I'm sorry


I love you.


Trax kisses his mom on the cheek and gets out his seat and walks towards the door.


C-c-c-carlos.

Trax turns around to see his mom looking at him, tears filling up in her eyes, hands trembling.

C-c-carlos, l-l-love..


I know momma. I'll see you soon.Promise.

Trax nods and opens the door and shuts it gently behind him.


The scene re-opens once more and Trax is now standing outside his old house with a duffel bag. He opens the door with the spare key. The door creaks open,dusty, not been opened for awhile. When Traxs mother was moved to the ward, Trax bought out the house however.It was his, to come to whenever he pleased. He walks up the stairs,they creak with every foot step, finally he gets to the landing and opens the nearest door,revealing his old bedroom, a mixture of Hip Hop and Wrestling posters are plastered all over the walls. A TV with a dusty Atari that hasn't been touched in eons is in the corner,an un slept in bed against the wall nearest to the door, Trax drops the bag to the floor and peeks under the bed before pulling a large flat pastic box out from under it, the box is littered with weapons, weapons Trax had used while in his years of gang activity, theres a glock, a pair of brass knucks, a taser,a police Baton, and other weapons Trax had used to wage war on rival gang members, a war similar to the one he looks to wage on with Dimallisher in their Xtreme Rules match, one weapon in particular catches his eye, he picks it up, a slender, black baseball bat , "TRAX" carved into it by the base. Trax takes a couple of swings in the air with it, after a few moments after concluding he is satisfied its still capable of doing the job Trax places it on the bed and shoves the other weapons in the duffel bag before picking it up with one hand and the baseball bat with the other. Trax walks out the room and back down the stairs, he walks out the front door ,back outside to where his chauffeur driven ride awaits, Trax stops and looks back at his old house one last time before he closes the door and walks towards the limo.

Life taught Trax that nobody is exempt from its wrath.



Wednesday Trax plans to show Dimalisher that he isn't exempt from his.


Fade.

Banner created by Gabe "The Radical" Reno

XWF Career accomplishments/Highlights:

One Time XWF Universal Champion
Two Time X-Treme Champion
One Time Intercontinental Champion
One Time World Tag Team Champion
XWF All Time Top 50 inductee
One Time 24/7 Briefcase Holder
Intercontinental Royal Rumble Winner
Captained the winning team "Team Dominance" at War Games '15
Lethal Lottery IV Finalist
July 2015 Superstar Of The Month
March 2017 Superstar Of The Month
October 2016 Promo Of The Month "Changes"