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Mr Killjoy · (03-14-2017)

THE STORY THUS FAR...

Trax, in a bid to win over the general public upon announcing his intention to run for Presidency in 2020, had taken the world by storm using his incredible powers to stop crime and subdue criminals all over the planet. This course of action had a mixed reaction, with some praising Trax as a hero, while others deemed him as no good vigilante. Trax's superhuman activities did not only catch the eye of the public however, as a mysterious man known only as "Agent Reeves", an employee of a secretive, as of yet unnamed corporation, confronted Trax outside his home with the proposal that his powers could be utilized more efficiently for the benefit of his country if provided with the right governance . Reeves sought to take Trax to his employers, but Trax, suspicious of Reeves obscure and vague manner, turned down Reeves proposal. This in turn caused Reeves to blackmail Trax, insinuating he could still be jailed for the murders of crime boss father & daughter Lucius & Madame Frey, which Trax as one could expect, reacted to negatively ultimately demanding Reeves to leave his property. Trax, putting his face to face with Reeves behind him, would go on to continue his crime fighting ways, even stopping an armed bank robbery and in the process saving the life of the current XWF TV Champion, and Trax's next partner in the Lethal Lottery tournament , Jim Caedus, who was shot after a failed attempt at also stopping the armed robbery. Trax and Jim Caedus would go on to have a discussion about their upcoming match and opponents, Robbie Bourbon & Scully, which ended with Trax apparently being satisfied, stating he was "convinced" he could rely on his partner before the two went their separate ways. Now, the third round of Lethal Lottery is around the corner and Trax is getting ready to advance even further to make it to the finals and go on to win that desired 24/7 briefcase...however...the Lethal Lottery isn't the only thing Trax has to deal with... as Agent Reeves and his employers aren't quite done with Trax just yet.

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Several Days Ago.

An ageing coroner stands over a metal table in a scarcely lit mortuary, on the table covered only from the waist down by a sheet, is the naked body of Shane Grimson, aka The Executioner, the man that Trax killed in his prison cell weeks ago, his body now cold and ghoulish pale. Foot steps can be heard off screen and the coroner looks towards the source of the noise as the camera turns and we now see Agent Reeves in the room walking towards the table, the blonde woman that was seen driving him around before also by his side. Agent Reeves looks down at Shane Grimson's body and smiles.

Ah, so this is the infamous Shane Grimson?

Yes, yes it is.

Its a pleasure.

The coroner squints his eyes at Agent Reeves, looking rather puzzled.

Pleasure? Be thankful you met him when he was dead, not alive, nasty piece of work, killed over a couple dozen people.

I'm aware, I'm also aware he tried to kill our good friend Carlos Johnson,"Trax". Looks like he made him pay dearly for that transgression.

Both men look down at the body, the marks on Shanes neck where Trax grabbed and twisted his neck are still visible on the skin. The coroner looks back up at Reeves.

Indeed... but if I may ask, what do you want with Shanes body?

You may not ask.

Reeves leans over Shanes body smiling, ignoring the disgruntled look the coroner is giving him.

Hm, strong body, excellent shape, and he was very familiar with our good friend Mr. Johnson, he'll make a fine specimen.

Specimen? Specimen for what?

Again with the questions, you need not worry, I don't need Shanes body, I just need a DNA sample, feel free to finally throw the body into the furnace once we're done.

The woman next to Reeves pulls out a small metal case from her coat pocket, inside what looks like a hypodermic needle but slighter thicker with an exterior metal casing around it. She passes the strange needle device to Reeves and in one swift moment he jams the needle into Shanes corpse's neck, pressing down on a button on the base of the needle before pulling it out and handing it back to his woman companion who places the needle back into the case and pockets it once more.

Easy as that..we've got what we came for, thank you for you time.

Reeves and the woman turn to exit the room.

Wait! That's it? No explanation? Nothing?

Reeves turns back to the coroner, still smiling.

Inquisitive one aren't you? If you must know, me and my employers need Shanes assistance in...evaluating Trax so to speak.

You need his "assistance"? He's DEAD, what are you going to do, bring him back to LIFE? Are your employers capable of that?

Reeves laughs and shakes his head.

No we won't be bringing Grimson back to life, well...not exactly. We don't have the tech to bring people back from the dead, just yet, we are however, capable of doing the next best thing.

I'm...not sure I understand?

Marvellous, you don't need to.

Reeves smiles and turns back towards the exit where the woman awaits, he walks towards the door and she opens it and leave the room slamming the door behind them as the coroner turns back to stare at Shanes Grison's body a look of confusion still plastered on his face as the scene fades.

Present.

The scene opens on the streets of Fort Pierce, Florida. Which is where we find Trax casually sitting on top of large man on the sidewalk as passers-by and on lookers point and stare. A large axe lays a few feet away from where Trax is situated, there had been reports of a man high on drugs, possibly bath salts, walking around the streets with an Axe waving it around and screaming obscentaries at bystanders, the police had been called promptly, but Trax was first on the scene, when Trax had attempted to calm the man down and reason with him the man had foolishly attempted to strike Trax down with the Axe, one energy blast to the heart later and this is where Trax now finds himself, sitting on top of the unconscious man, waiting for the police to arrive as he checks the time on his phone.

Damn these guys take forever, but last time I teleported someone to the cop station those motherfuckers tried to shoot me so I'mma just sit my black ass right here and wait for them fools to come to me to come pick this fool up and take his ass to the station themselves. Might as well cut a promo while I wait.

Trax turns to the camera and smiles as he gives it a wave.

Hey Scully, Scullnator, whatever you like to go by these days. I caught your promos and I just wanted to say thanks for the recap of your Lethal Lottery journey because it actually put things into perspective, it put it into perspective on just how EASY you've had it man. In the first round you went against Lane and a RANDOM nobody, teaming with Peter Gilmour to do it and although you tried to act like teaming with Peter was a strenuous task, it was him that beat you for the Universal Championship proving he's BETTER then you so you gotta presume it was a lot more strenuous for him, that's probably why he didn't want to tag you in during the match, because Peter knows if there's one person who is capable then messing up more then him, its you. Regardless Peter digresses, Peter picked up the win for your team, congratulations, but are you REALLY taking the credit for Lanes injured neck? Come on Scully I thought the

gimmick was done, is it making a comeback? Lane was injured going INTO the match, he was already a wounded man, if Roxy begging him not to compete due to doctors orders wasn't enough to clue you in then well there you go. Next up you got past McBride and Talia Areano, I've already pointed out that McBride actually makes you look competent at times and... Talia who? Nobody's Scully. So far in Lethal Lottery you've gone up against an injured Vinnie Lane and three scrubs, you must be SO proud.

Trax mockingly claps.

Good job on the impersonation by the way, but I'm confused, was you really impersonating ME or was you impersonating the way you used to talk back when you was "officially"

? I mean lets face it you are pretty much a parody of yourself these days, a parody of a joke. You are a JOKE, Scully, your little title win was bullshit, you wanna know the difference between when I went up against Vinnie Lane in comparison to when you went up against him? When I went up against Lane he was fully healthy and fully focused, in his prime, no nagging injuries, no personal issues bothering him, when you went up against Lane, he was suffering from the neck injury he still suffers from this very day and on top of that he was reeling from the death of his Mother. So Scully if you think for one second I'm bothered about the fact you beat Lane then sorry to disappoint you but I'm not, you beat a physically and mentally broken Lane, well done, you REALLY deserved that win, yup, you showed us all how much you deserved it when you lost to Peter freakin' Gilmour, if I went against the Lane you went up against I would of won too, most people would. If YOU had gone up against the Lane I did, you wouldn't of lasted a fraction of the time I lasted, I ALMOST won that match, you would of just been lucky to of SURVIVED.

And yet, I'm the useless one? The only one that's going to prove useless in this upcoming match up is you when you let yourself and Bourbon down and do what you do BEST, fuck up, and cost both you and Bourbon the match. Same shit, different Scully, you're still shit even if you don't have to ride the yellow short bus to and from the arena anymore. The Scully I faced in the Cage of Death match is no different skill wise from the Scully I address right now, except come to think of it THAT Scully had more of a backbone, you showed backbone when you challenged me for the Xtreme title even if you did completely flop when it came to have the match. The Scully I'm going up against now though? Complete and utter bitch, you wanna talk about running when the going gets tough? Did I run when Dimallisher sicked Dick E and his KKK dogs on me? No, I faced him and took his Xtreme title, did I run when Tush sicked YOU and that useless drunk McBride on me when you three formed your little Union group? No, I barrelled straight through Tush ending his IC title reign and career in one match and bought the Union crumbling to its knees. Did I run when the CCWF swore to take over XWF attacking people left and right and were committed to keeping the Universal title on Lanes waist? Nah son, I represented XWF to the fullest and threw a spanner in CCWF's works when I cashed in on Lane and brought the Universal title back home, you're welcome. I don't run when the going gets tough, declining to resign a contract is not running away, but yeah I came back, because I caught wind of how terrible you were being as Universal Champion. Running auctions to see who would throw the most money your way to get you to defend the belt? You was the fucking Universal Champion, the standard bearer of the entire company, you should've been a fighting champion and defended the title monthly like every other champion ever has, and don't give me that bullshit about nobody wanted to face you, people were literally lining up to face you! Myself, Unknown Solider and others, challenged you outright but YOU ducked the challenges presented to you and tried using the auction as an excuse, fuck off with that, you wormed your way out of defending your title because you KNEW you was going to lose it at the first defence, you knew your first challenger was either gonna be Peter Gilmour or someone with talent, it ended up being Peter Gilmour because that's the person you FINALLY agreed to face and you STILL lost.

Trax laughs, the man he's sitting on begins to stir. Trax elbows him in the head and he goes still once more.

Champions are meant to be challenged? No champions are meant to defend, if you was really so keen to defend, you wouldn't of bothered with that tedious auction, you would of gone straight to management when it was time for you to defend your gold and got them to set up the challengers for you if need be, but you didn't do that, not because of lack of assertiveness, but because of a lack of balls. You will go down in history as the worst Universal Champion of all time, and that's the only record you're going to set, that, and the record for the longest amount of time taken to defend a belt after winning it. Don't bother cashing in that rematch clause, why set yourself up to be outclassed in a ring in an XWF main event match and embarrass yourself like that? It won't be an injury prone Lane you'd be facing, it'll be either Chris Chaos, Gabe Reno or myself even depending on when I decide to cash in my briefcase after I win it. Don't bother chasing after the Xtreme title either, Thaddeus Duke is going to win that off the man who beat you and since he's good enough NOT to be pinned by Ghost Tank that means he'll be too much for you to handle. You're not capable of beating your LL partner Bourbon for his Hart championship and I highly doubt you could beat my partner Caedus for his TV title either, face it, you're not cut out to win or hold ANY major title in this company currently. You asking me why I haven't challenged Chaos for his championship and insinuating I kiss his ass proves you don't pay attention to anything that goes on around here, see there's a ranking system around here now, me and Gabe Reno faced each other to see who would be moved up to rank #1 for the Universal Championship and Reno cheated to beat me hence why I'm in this tournament, if I had won the match I'd be honest I would of probably avoided the Lethal Lottery tournament simply because tag teaming isn't my thing. I tag teamed with Chaos once, and I respect what he can do in the ring...but have you not been paying attention to several occasions me and Chris have to come to blows since then? Hardly kissing his ass, but I'm not surprised such a clueless statement would come from one such as yourself Scully.

Trax rolls his eyes, and he does so, police sirens can be heard, a block away.

One second, time for me to relocate.

Trax teleports away to a four storey rooftop building not far from where he was just was. He watches silently for a few minutes as a police car pull up and officers step out approaching the man still on the ground, Trax watches the officers looking around and speaking to bystanders, before one of the officers pulls out handcuffs and places them on the man pulling him off the ground as the other officer picks up the axe. Trax smiles and looks at the camera.

Come tomorrow night, the only running I'm going to be doing Scully is straight through you, you, and your partner Bourbon. Just like when you faced me in the Cage of Death match, when you step up to face me you'll be stepping into MY ring, speaking of rings, don't bother giving your woman that wedding ring Scully, when I pulverize you she sees the black rings around your eyes and the realization she's with a loser hits her as it does oh so many times I'm sure... she's gonna say NO to that wedding ring.But enough of trivial shit like that, enough of Scully, on to the man I actually have a tad bit of respect for, because as I've said before Bourbon I do respect your talents, I don't try to belittle you by calling you a solid midcarder, not everyone is cut out for the main event. Not everyone belongs at the top of the mountain, look at Scully, he got to the top and everyone, even you secretly, will admit he did not belong there, neither do you. So when I eliminate you from this tournament despite what's happened between us in the past, despite things that have been said, don't take it personally, just take it as how the way things have to be, you feel me?

As I've said I respect you, as a wrestler, you as a person however, I cannot stand and probably never will. I opened Jim Caedus's eyes, I made him see what I see, I made him see Robbie Bourbon as not a man of the people, but a man who lies and manipulates the people, you will use whoever, do whatever, to further your agenda, there are many people in XWF like that, myself included, but the difference is we don't try and hide it, we embrace it. I may have done good things as of late but, I'm still not a good person, I can admit that. That's the difference between me and you.

I can admit that deep down, shit man I'm rotten, you though? You hide your true face behind a mask. You're not a man of the people. You're not a good person, you're not a good FRIEND. I helped Caedus see that, I helped him see you for what you are and now look...he DESPISES you Bourbon. He wants to hurt you, he wants to see your blood pour and soak the ring canvas, that sounds like a man that I want on my team, and a man I pity you for having to go up against. You drew the short straw getting Scully as a partner and me as one of your opponents but now you've got a blood lusted, hateful Jim Caedus to contend against too? Its not looking good for you right now man. Your chances were slim to begin with, now they're borderline non-existent, me and Caedus are now both willing to do WHATEVER it takes to advance, and if that includes putting you and Scully both on the shelf to accomplish that goal, then so well be it. I wouldn't give crippling you or Scully a second thought and now I know neither will Caedus, the finish line of Lethal Lottery is near and its time to shift things into fifth gear. I am so...SO close to winning that case and I'm not letting ANYTHING stop me now. Scully tried to tell me I live in the past, OK then, well lets talk about the immediate future shall we, Bourbon and Scully... a future that sees me, Mr Dominance, standing over your broken down defeated bodies in the ring, with mine and Caedus's arms raised in victory as we move on to the final rounds and you two get scrapped off the canvas after learning the harsh lesson that you should never...EVER...CROSS THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRAX. Peace.

The police car below finally drives off, Trax watches it drive round the corner before teleporting away as the scene fades.

Elsewhere....

Agent Reeves stands in some sort of large laboratory facility , several people in white coats whiz pass him going about their tasks as Agent Reeves continues to stare at something, the camera however not moving from his face making it unclear what it is, suddenly his female associate comes into view, walking up behind him and speaking softly into his ear.

The lab coats say they're ready to wake him.

Without looking at her, Reeves continues to stare forward as he speaks.

Were they successful with the desired...modifications?

So they say.

Fascinating, who would of believed something like this could of been accomplished in just mere days, we are truly ahead of the curve, scientific advancements light years ahead of anything else this world has ever seen so far, the bosses will be happy, contact them and...tell the scientists to do it, tell them its time. Wake him up.

The woman nods and walks away, as she does so, the camera switches around so we can finally see what it is Agent Reeves is looking at... a few feet away, floating in a pod filled with water, rests Shane Grimson. The camera focuses on Agent Reeves once more, a smirk spreading across his face as the scene comes to abrupt end.

TO BE CONTINUED

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