Scene One
Night Before Sin City Spectacular
The atmosphere of the bar seemed dingy and hazy as Xavier and Melissa Michaels walked through the door. Melissa covered her mouth with her hand and nose, the smell of human shit and vomit very apparent, while at the same time, Xavier paid it no mind as he stood scanning the bar patrons. What a sorry bunch of scum they all appeared to be, the dredges of society, congregating into a single place to partake in the sharing of they downward spirals. It was after all Las Vegas, Sin City, and as much can be expected. One could not walk ten feet without stepping on a life shattered by gambling and alcoholism.
Melissa tapped him on the shoulder, pointing towards the end of the bar counter at a drunken couple. Xavier took a step in the direction she was pointing, ignoring the various questioning looks by those that took notice of the newly arrived pair. Kameron Chase sat with a girl that couldn't be a day over sixteen hanging over him and reaching down to his cock, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels held upwards.
"K.C. McGrath," said Xavier in a stern tone. Kameron slammed the bottle down on its ass, rocking slightly before finally resting, "It's Chase! Kameron fucking Chase." "Whatever," Xavier said, grabbing him by the back of his collar and dragging him from his perch atop the stool he was sitting. He dragged Chase along the floor for a moment before picking him up as stably as he could be in his drunken state and pushed his back up against the wall. "Listen," he demanded, his voice and tone commanding respect, "I have an offer for you and given your pretty much fucked situation, you should listen."
The slutty whore of a girl sauntered in their general direction, casting a look at Chase with a glazed over look in her eyes. "You OK, baby?," she mumbled into thin air. Melissa stepped away a few steps, clearly disgusted by the princess of all whores. Xavier looked over his shoulder at her, returning to Chase with a thumb over his shoulder, "Who's the home entertainment center?" Chase rolled his head around his shoulders, mumbling with his speech slurred, "You know man, some girl I just picked up. What was your name girly?" "Emma," answered the meals on heels, voice high pitched and anxious. "Right... Shannon," Chase responded, his head filled with more cobwebs then a haunted house. Xavier turned his head to Melissa behind him, then to "Emma," as she staggered to her right and damn near falling on her ass before finding a home for her well used posterior on a nearby pool table. Her legs spread giving him a snap shot of dripping white cunt. Xavier winced at the sight, too far out there for even him. Melissa was only eighteen, but even she did not look that young.
"Dude," Xavier said trying to regain his composure after the sight he had just seen, "Is she even fucking legal?" "No," Chase answered, "But neither is coke but I do that." Xavier slapped him with the back of his had repeated it a few times, treating Chase like the bitch that he wanted to nail, "Have some fucking pride. Do you want to hear what I got to say? Or do I just let your buddy pop some hot shit in your head?" Chase nodded as a child would, "Yeah man, whatever. Are any of us truly alive?" "Your little debt to your drug dealing buddy," Xavier began, "I'll take care of it, but from now on, you work for me. Understand?" Chase nodded his agreement of understanding, then stopped clearly still looking confused, "What was that again?"
Xavier was looking around getting more and more aggravated by the minute, "Tomorrow night, that ESW pay-per-view, Sin City Spectacular. The New Breed title match. Be there and help me out, call it our own little partnership, and I'll handle the money you owe. Besides, you're no use to be me if that guy puts a bullet in your fucking head." What Xavier was saying to him seemed to finally be sinking into his head through the haze of coke and alcohol, "Yeah man, you got it."
"Emma" dropped down from the spot on the pool table, waving her arms in the air like she just don't care, wrapping them around Chase's neck, "Blood, Death, Sex, Magic. Yeah, baby." Chase smirked as he eyed her, knowing he was going to get something from her tonight, "I like the sound of that." Xavier and Melissa looked at each other sharing a look of "What the Fuck?" Xavier waved his arm away at them as he turned away towards Melissa, hand on her waist and staring to lead her away, "Yeah whatever you want to call it. Just remember, opening match, New Breed title battle royal. Be there."
He knew he would be dominant in the upcoming match up tomorrow night to win the New Breed title, starting down the path to his ultimate vengeance. A little insurance, however, would go a long way. He remember McGrath, now known as Chase, from his previous run in ESW. He was nothing then, beating him the couple times they faced was simple. Yet if Chase stayed sober and clear headed, he could be useful. Which was why Xavier had bothered extending the offer he did, not even bothering if he felt it were a waste of time.
Scene Two
The echoing single voice of the mass crowd reach Xavier as he stood and waiting in the small area before entering the area to climb on the entrance stage to the arena. Passer-bys paid him no mind, ignoring the man leaning his head against the wall, arms at the sides of his head and hiding his face. Melissa waited patiently for him at his side, arms crossed at her chest and head down.
Lost in his own thoughts, his mind swirled with a mixture of emotions. ESW all over again. All the bullshit, everything that had happened to him, now being reenacted in spirit. They all thought he was dead, every one of them. In a way he wished he had. Better to die in a blaze of glory rather than living in the obscurity and isolation he had lived for so long. Now he was back from the dead so to speak, and not a soul believed it was really him.
He had become something of a wrestling boogeyman, lurking in the shadows, hiding and waiting to make himself known. How do you strike at a devil you cannot see? Destroying his body was not enough, but his memory as well. Over the last year, he had been at the ass end of every joke Victor could come up with. He made it a point that if Xavier had survived, he would never again be taken seriously by anyone else, any other promotion and purging him from the wrestling business completely. He failed
No one had dreamt of this, himself included. In his pain and depression, all he wished was to hide in a hole, curl up and die. His desire to strike out first at the Victor, however, outweighed his wish of self-destruction. It had come to this, and it was time the world realized he was back and not the joke as he had been portrayed. It was time to remind everyone of the man that was and is Xavier Michaels.