Chapter One
The black leather of Melissa's jacket pressed against his skin as she slid next to him in the booth. The upholstery underneath smooth and even slippery, allowing them to easily move into the most comfortable position possible. The small candle in the center of the circular table flickered as its light as they rest their hands and arms against the gleaming surface. Xavier's right hand grazed the diamond of the ring on her hand, giving it a soft caress along with the back of her hand. She turned to him with a smile, returning his touch and show of affection likewise. The place would have something the of a romantic setting if it were not for the half naked strippers dancing and the steel poles acting as columns holding the place up from collapse.
Kameron's strip club had opened its doors only a short time ago and already had a steady business. From homeless bums coming in wearing shaggy, ZZ Top-like beards and smelling of cheap malt liquor to older men with gray hair and pin-striped suits. The spectrum of Kameron's clientele was as varied as the coke up trash he had serving drinks and the half-human, half-silicone whore showing their "goods."
He had made it a point to ext to them an invitation, as it would be expected being since had it not been for Xavier saving his ass and paying off his debt to his dealer Nick, Kameron would be at the bottom of a river filled with holes and lead. Xavier had been weary of bringing Melissa into such a seedy place, unable to shake the thought of cock roaches crawling from some fifty year old geezer's grilled cheese-looking cunt from his mind, but she had insisted on coming with and "seeing the sights." Whatever the Hell that was supposed, he knew Melissa had been entertaining the idea of bringing another woman into the mix with them, but he had he doubts as to whether such a thing would actually work.
Xavier tended to be extremely picky about the women he fucked. Even with his reputation for being a perverted, sexual freak, he had only fucked four women in his life, Riley, Shane, some tramp Von Doom had working for him as a secretary and now his own sister. He was difficult to please when it came to his turn ons, and was unsure as to whether or not he should leave the decision entirely up to her who they would end up using to mixing things up. The idea that it would draw away from their commitment from each other was a non-factor, the extra person would only be used to "spice things up."
Her palm against his face, turning him to her and pressing her lips to his, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Her hand slips up and around his neck while palm found its way to rest upon her breast and cupping it. She smiled as she withdrew from their kiss, pulling his hand down and away from her and saying, "I have a present for you." Her hand slid down his chest to his pants, unzipping them and reaching inside to pull him out to the air underneath the table. Holding it in the grip of her palm, she bent down and took it into her mouth, Xavier leaned his head back against the wall behind him as he felt the pressure of her mouth against him. Erect form against the walls of her mouth, his hand on the back of her head, fingers combing through the brown hair with strokes. After almost a minute, the explosion erupted as a volcano, her mouth catching it all and she pulled from his cock to take the glass of water sitting on the table, spitting the seed into the pool of water contained within. She sat the half-jizz filled glass sit back on the table's surface, the mixture diluting and mixing with the water, filling it with a milky haze.
Melissa's eyes caught and latched onto the figure of a newly arrived female figure taking a seat at the bar's counter in the distance by the wall, nodding in the direction to draw Xavier's attention to the object of her fascination. "How about her?," asked Melissa, titling her head backwards to look up at him as she leaned back against his chest, his cock still hanging out from his pants. The girl's hair hung down over her back, so red, it seemed to be a curtain of fire with hints and tinges of yellow highlights. After eying the girl's form for a moment, he returned his gaze to his sister with a smirk. She smiled and sat up, "Let me go and work my magic, I'll be back, love you." She moved to give him another kiss only to have her lips meet his palm. "I don't think so, not after where you mouth just was. Go gargle with bleach and we'll talk." She rolled her eyes, mumbling to herself, "Ass," and stood up from the booth and made her way over to the bar.
Xavier reached down and putting his cock away, zipping his pants just in time before Kameron rounded the corner and saw Xavier sitting alone in the booth. He strode towards him, looking around confused since Xavier and Melissa seemed to always be attached at the hip. "Hey man, where's you girl at?," said Kameron, "I never see you two out of each other's sight." "Picking up a chick," Xavier answered with a nod in the direction of the bar, Melissa talking to girl, the conversation appearing cordial from this distance. "Nice," Kameron said with a wipe of his forehead and picking up the glass of "water," "Running a strip joint take a lot more work then it looks." Xavier cringed, not bothering to try to stop Kameron as he took a swig from the glass. He held the glass at a distance, squinting and grimacing at the hazy water, calling to the other side of the club, "Hey Cindy! Call the city and tell them something's up with the water."
Chapter Two
Xavier stood in the doorway, looking on as Melissa and the girl they had picked up at Kameron's club, lay together in the bed. "Anne," she said he name was, but that was far from important. This whole escapade was sure to be a one night deal. Yes she was attractive, but just was not much of a thing for him. Melissa would only be appeased if he would consider allowing her to seek out someone else, another sexual draw, a small compensation that he would endure to keep her satisfied.
He turned away from the hotel bedroom, taking his eyes from the sight snuggling under the coverings of the shared bed. That would bring the number of women he had been with to five now, yet for some reason, Xavier could not pull away his mind away from his first. Riley. He thought of their wedding day, seeing the outline of her face through the white veil over her, lifting it over her head to reveal a beaming smiling, her eyes gleaming. The happiness in those brown eyes turned to a look of pleading, her face covered in a mask of her own blood, her voice silenced by the duct tape around her head. Horror and terror filled them as him and Melissa dropped her bound body from the height, plummeting to the dumpster below, the receptacle of trash and garbage which where he felt she belonged at the time.
"Why did I do that?," he asked himself. He hated her, hated her with all his heart. He hated her for deserted him, leaving him while he was asleep, allowing him to awake alone and in pain, Melissa being his only comfort, his only source of the familiar. In a way, Riley's betrayal had brought Melissa and himself closer together, the time of him being aided and comforted by her left him more open to the prospect of loving her, no matter how taboo it seemed, how much the thought would have disgusted him a year earlier. For that blessing in disguise, they had owed Riley a thanks, yet even that would not ease the feeling of hate for her brewing and boiling within themselves. Stewing for months until now, their ire finally rearing it's ugly head at Halloween Spooktastrophe.
"She deserved it and you know it," rasped a voice deep within himself, the familiarity of it striking him like a ton of bricks, "She blinded you with love and you fell for it like a sap. You turned against me for her, you shut me out simply because she wanted to show up whenever she felt like it and captured your heart once again. But it did not happen this time now did it? No, because you had your sister as your own personal fuck toy, that kept you pacified sexual and let your mind stay clear and focused, your eye on the ball."
"What do you want?," he asked himself, knuckles growing white as he clutched at the kitchen counter, face staring down at the sink. "Your redemption, Xavier. That's what I want. You did what you should have last year and then some. She's dead, you killed her." "No, I didn't kill her. I just dumped her in garbage," he reasoned. "You did a lot more than that," it continued, "You beat her to death, it was slow and humiliating, exactly what the bitch deserved after what she did. After a year of feeling sorry for yourself, you finally went and grew yourself some balls and fought for your redemption. Now it's time to finish the job and become what you were born to be."
"You're right, she did deserve what happened to her," said Xavier, "She deserved to be tossed in the trash like everything else in there. I hope she landed nose first into a bag of dog shit. What should I do now?" "Red Cell," said the voice inside his head, slowly evolving now into the voice that he had hated and reviled for being the cause of his scars, "Wipe them out, all of them. Start with the bottom, cut them off at the knees and cripple it by taking out the bottom feeders like Thorn. Then and only then, once it is on its knees and staring up at you humbled, slit its throat and let it bleed out and die. Then and only then will you become more then just revered and feared but legend. They're all afraid of you now, but it is time to make ESW quake beneath you. Break down the walls of Red Cell and behind it will lay the one thing you seek most, that which was taken from you, your title and being the King of the mountain once again."
Now was the time to make his choice, the turning point of not just his career but his life. Should he take the route of good and hope for the best in terms of the world coming to understand him or make them understand with the brute force of fear he was more then capable of using to get what he wants. He had taken the first fork in the road only to have society turn its back on him and watch him burn. He had given up using fear to become the man Riley wanted him to be only to have it all backfire on him. Now was the time to reawaken the Xavier Michaels that brought desperation to ESW over a year ago.
Chapter Three
"What the fuck am I still doing with this thing?," said Xavier with a look of disgust as he held up the ESW New Breed title in front of them all. Melissa at his side, staying close to him, an arm around his back and resting her head on his chest. Xavier gave her a look, planting a kiss on the top of her head before continuing on to address Kameron, Emma, Fear, Freak and Phobia. "This is precisely what's wrong with ESW. No talent shits like Antwan Pluss being the champion and we get the idea force fed to us as if we're nothing but simple minded children? This what has happened to ESW since I've been gone, a glorified piece of shit like Jackson reigning as King of this place for ten months straight, knocked down only because Victor Von Doom wishes it? Fear, you were here when I was last year, you stayed here the whole time I was gone and still here after putting up with all the bullshit in between. Where's you title reign? I lost my title last year, and where's my rematch? These things have all disappeared somewhere inside a closet in some asshole's closet who pulls all the strings. Is it Von Doom? I don't know, but if you ask me, he's not smart enough to keep something like this up for this long, there's someone else. If you ask me, it's been this Blade Storm shit the whole time, only knowing is he popping his head from his little foxhole after seeing the chance to take out Von Doom at his weakest."
They turn around to those around them, looking into each other's eyes and nodding in agreement as Xavier continues on, "Mr. Blade Storm like to parade around with the banner that what he's doing is only for the good of ESW, but I'm not buying it. He finally gets a chance to make the main event for War Games, deciding who will get a chance at Victor's precious little golden boy, Antwan Pluss, and who does he give the title shot to, Keanu Fucking Grant. That's right boys and girls, X-ecutioner, the same asshole that's been the backbone of this Red Cell bullshit. What the fuck has Cable done? Jack shit that's what. Connie and Thorn are no where in Pluss' league and heaven forbid he gives the shot to someone not in Red Cell, so of course X-ecutioner gets his time in the sun and he'll be victorious if Storm has a say in it. With that said, what really makes him so different then Victor? Say hello to the new boss folks because it's going to be the same as the old one."
"As much as I fucking despise Victor, I have to admit I'd rather have him running things instead of some asshole saying one thing and doing another. At least Von Doom admits to what he is, an evil son of a bitch. He's never tried to deny it, I know him better then most and believe me, the myth is true. Yes, he does have a minuscule penis and that's the real reason behind his and Shane's divorce, but that's not the point. He is in fact the butcher of ESW and has said multiple times that he wants to see this place die. Storm says he's here for the good of ESW, while secretly using the place as his own personal ego pump. Enough double talk and he should just say what the fuck he really means. Support and join Red Cell and you'll go far in this company. Isn't that the point X-ecutioner was sure to make to you Fear when you lied to him about helping Red Cell?"
"Not in so many words, exactly. He didn't come out and say it, more of an implied thing," answered Fear. "Exactly," continued Xavier, "And this is why Red Cell must be brought down. Storm says what Red Cell is doing will only make ESW better, that guys that should be given title shots will get them. Well I say, we don't need his or anyone else's help to make it to the top of ESW. Only sticking together and taking no prisoners. We are the future of ESW, not Red Cell. They've already failed, they just haven't realized it yet."
"Tonight is the start of a new war, one to decide where ESW will be heading for the future. The Breed against Red Cell. They want to give opportunities to the weak, to people who don't deserve live and breath the same air as us, the strong. Freak is defending his title against The Con and I have every bit of confidence he'll prove not to us because we already know, but to everyone else, just how weak Red Cell really is. The same goes for myself against Thorn, yet another one of Red Cell's bottom feeders, only joining Red Cell looking for an easy hand out. We're the champions, but with these low shit titles however, with the champions of nothing. Gods among insects, and now it's time to squash the pests and move on to actual prey instead of the weak mewling of nobodies. Thorn and Con's time as easing through ESW has finally come to an end, I'd say we put them out of their misery but since they joined Red Cell, they don't deserve such a show of mercy. Tonight, we make a statement, we make examples out of the toe jam of Red Cell, and we will make it known that we need no ones help to make names for ourselves in ESW."