Chapter One
Pain raged across the sky, clouds of purple hung overhead against the backdrop of orange. A clap of thunder, a clashing of the heavens hidden behind the violet haze followed by jagged fingers of crimson red tearing across the sky, breaking off as the branches of a tree, lines in a leaf. The twin worlds, Heaven and Earth, were alike and identical, chaotic. It would seem Hell itself had opened up it's very gates and loosed itself upon the world.
Scatterings of dried blood covered the ground, soaked into the dirt, the earth drinking drinking it with a maddening thirst. The droppings lay clustered around three wooden crosses standing erect, the figure of a man hanging on each. Two lay already dead, the bodies on the outside symbols suspended limply, lifeless, the one in the middle still containing the spark for the time being.
A mob stands encircled around him, yelling and cursing, throwing garbage in his direction while a single, black-robed woman kneels near him wailing. Footsteps, a horse's hooves slamming into the ground, a centurion trotting forward with spear in hand. The human mass parted for him, a thrust of his arm outward. The spear piercing his fleshy side with easy, another spurt of crimson spewing onto the ground followed by it's steady drip as the life pour from him.
Xavier merely watched on, observing the spectacle, walking forward towards it at a casual pace. The crowd did not move for him as it had for the roman, but no matter, working to smuggle himself through the circle would only make the moment all the more enjoyable, the suffering of Keanu Grant.
His eyes latched onto Xavier's figure stepping forth from the mob, turning to look up, pain etched across his face, "Why have you forsaken me?" Xavier sneered, taking a confident step towards the wooden frame holding Grant in place, mocking, "He doesn't care. All your fighting for the cause to free the oppressed, Storm's abandoned you. You fought against Victor, gave them their freedom, and now they've turned on you. It all makes it worth while doesn't it. And you thought getting a win over me would send a message, when truth be told, you have won nothing."
Xavier holds up his bare and empty right hand with a gesture, as if holding it out for Grant's inspection. "This," said Xavier, "Is what happens to good. In time, the weak only end up biting the hand that helps them, cheering and applauding as the do-gooder falls from grace. You're done with now, they had saved me the trouble of finishing you off myself. Before you go, however, you'll have the pleasure of watching ESW burn as I undo everything you had fought to do. So will end the days of good in ESW, from my hand."
Xavier turns his back on Grant weakly looking towards a city in the valley, pillars of smoke and pockets of flame erupting from structures of stone and wood. Xavier's eyes snapped open from the slumber, the touch of Melissa's bare flesh against him as she drew closer to him in her sleep. A grin, a smirk, his lips turning upwards at the thought of avenging his defeat at the hand's of X-ecutioner. ESW was going to burn, and he was going to be responsible for it.
Chapter Two
Xavier looked down at the ESW New Breed championship title belt with disdain, it gold glinting and reflecting the fractured light from the bulbs overhead. "What a joke," he mumbled under his breath, "New Breed title." "What are you bitching about now?," called Melissa from the other side of the room, digging into a black duffle bag and digging out her newly bought ring gear for her match against that butch dyke Shane Sanders.
The logo, spelling the words, "ESW," caused him to flinch, a grimace of discomfort. He hated ESW and everything it stood for. What it had caused him to lose, the false hope it had inspired only to tear it away from limp fingers as he slept and the farce of the false promise that was Red Cell. This "winning" of this title had been the latest in a string of insults to his ego, sticking him to the level of low card nothings like ESW's joke of a General Manager Skylar "My Shit Smells Like Roses" Kelly, Fear, The Con, The Freak and Jeremiah Belmont.
Jeremiah Belmont, so far he had lose every single match he had been put in. So with that kind of track record, why is it that Victor was giving him a title shot at Xavier's so called title? To give Xavier another easy win and keep him stuck in the muck of nobodies and away from his prize champion with his lips planted firmly to his ass? Most likely. Jeremiah, the man who stunk of failure was getting a shot at what Xavier no longer wanted, wishing for a release of it in fact. Unfortunately, Xavier's pride would not allow him to lay down and hand over a victory to anyone, let alone someone as low as who really needed to lay off the Anne Rice novels. Lestat was a fictional character who was a vampire, nothing more. Not some figure to be idolized and adorned, nor mimicked in the way in which Belmont was now acting.
The palm of Melissa's hand smacked the back of his head, rousing from his meditative stupor, "Hey, snap out of it," she yelled. "What the fuck was that for?," he asked, rubbing a hand on the stinging along his scalp. "For staring out into space like some damn mental patient," she answered him, "Would have tried flashing you if I didn't think Kameron would be waiting outside and walk right in at the wrong moment. All I need is him to see some skin and go in the bathroom to whack off. I'm already betting he's been begging Emma to change her hair color, the wig she must have to way must go all over the place. Weird though, if he's a big enough of a perv to fuck a bitch not even old enough to drive, would've figured he'd dig the blonde."
"Lucky for me, I got the real thing," he told her, reaching up and pulling her down close to him on the couch, their lips meeting as a cell phone chirped to life. "Damn it," said Xavier, both digging into their pockets and fishing out their separate phones, "Is it you?" "Nope, it's you," she said with a look at her phone and a shake of her head, "Tell your little friends they got great fucking timing."
"Fucked up timing or not, this is important," he said, rising to his feet and answering the call, pacing around the room, "Yeah, everything set?... Excellent. I'm in my locker room right now and me and Mel are ready to roll. Kameron's probably in the bathroom nailing the shit out of Julie or whatever her name is... Fuck no, it's my locker room and he knows I don't want to see that ass of hers, that's some pedophile shit... Just remember, don't even bother with my match against Belmont, I got that handled and we don't need to fucking with a perfectly good plan just to screw him up. Besides, we might have use for him in the future, so I suggest we stay on good terms and not embarrass him too much... Good, now let the new day of ESW begin. It's time to wipe the slate clean and take out the garbage if you know what I mean. Whether we do anything or not, Red Cell will eventually fall. We'll just be putting them out of their misery and ending the bullshit quickly... We'll have strength in numbers while they'll be weak with their overconfidence from the loftiness of they ideals. Strength and power."
Xavier turned around back to the couch to see Melissa reaching her hand down and underneath her unbuttoned and unzipped jeans. Biting her bottom lip, she blushed and met his gaze seductively. "It's started," said Xavier, eyeing her and aroused. "So have I," she responded, "Couldn't wait but you can help me out here if you want."