Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2019 5:37:25 GMT -8
In the centre of a ring, somewhere between the last match in Albuquerque, New Mexico and Gang Warfare, Ethan Skinner sits next to a second chair, and has a microphone in his hand, with a second sitting in the seat next to him. Two spotlights shine down from above, as the rest of the lights shut off. Skinner’s cameraman, Six is standing in a corner as Ethan picks up his microphone starting the next installment of Skinner’s corner.
“Now, as many of you know, I nailed Jim Reynolds in the head with light bulbs and have received a fine for it. Hi Jim, I see you. “
He snickers and takes a sip of his water, sitting on the table between the two chairs, as there are many bottles there.
“My mother’s honour is worth more than five grand. So.. I meant what I said Jim, I’ll make that tally. All of that carnage is nothing to wave of destruction my next guest has brought here to the NFW. All of that bloodshed, has earned him no friends here, and who is his elusive Master he has spoken about after every attack. Here to answer these questions and more, Jaxton Crowe.“
The lights atop the stage grow as Jaxton Crowe makes his way through the curtain. A smug look on his face as he walks down the ramp and up the steel steps. He looks into the ring at Ethan, a casual nod is exchanged between the two before Jaxton steps through the ropes, and and to the empty chair, grabbing the spare microphone in the process.
“So, Jaxton Crowe, is it? What other promotions are you currently working in Jaxton?”
“The simple answer is many. Anywhere that will let a man like me compete, places where I am able to beat a man within an inch of his life and nobody blinks an eye. Places like Death Trip Wrestling, Revenge Wrestling Association, about a couple others here and there.”
“Beating a man is far cry different from beating a women though, right? I mean Morgan Payne, the daughter of Andrew “The Punisher” Payne, maybe not the best idea eh?”
“I don’t see the difference, man or women, each one of them represents an obstacle. An obstacle that I intend to move out of my way one way or another. So why not send a message to the entire roster that nobody is safe. It doesn’t matter your gender or who the fuck your daddy is, if you are in my way I will put you down.”
Ethan is chatting away on Twitter as the conversation is taking place, but he IS paying attention. Looking up from his phone as he realises his guest is finished and nods.
“But are you putting them down for you, or because your Master demands the blood sacrifices?”
Jaxton shifts slightly in his chair, takes a deep breath, then begins to answer the question posed to him.
“Both, my Master points me in a direction, he puts a name in front of me, but the scope of the bloodshed, that is for me. Think of this a mutually beneficial destruction, but the destruction is the bodies left in my wake, and only we see the benefits.”
Ethan nods and takes a sip of his water as the man explains away, checking his twitter, quickly one last time, hopefully. “Ya know there are people here who have rumoured that your Master is none other than Steven Brody himself. I mean who else could give you names and not fine you when you attack them.? What do you have to say to that?
Jaxton chuckles and scoffs at the accusation. “Steven Brody doesn’t fine me because unlike you I don’t hit commentators. Every person that has been left laying is a trained competitor that understands the threats that come with their job.”
Smirking at the newest star to NFW and setting aside his water for a moment. “So, I guess unlike you, who only attacks other wrestlers, I am just the sort of Devil to attack anyone, who gets in my way. I guess you could say, I am more hardcore than you “ he does the finger quotes” Mr Tai Pei. Keep your bravado in check, on MY show, shall we? Next question, do you know how many more sacrifices you have in the queue?”
Jaxton looks away for a moment and smiles, turning back to Ethan who awaits an answer. “Yes.” He said simply, looking at Ethan with curiosity on how the host may respond.
“Going to be cryptic eh?” Alright, just one last question for you, the one that has been buzzing all around the locker room, the one we all want to know the answer to, Who IS your master?
Ethan sits back and takes a sip of water a out of the bottle his picks up again, and waits for the answer of all answers.
“Here is the thing Ethan, I don’t need to be cryptic or secretive, you will all know when I am finished in due time. And as for my master, he is closer than you think Ethan, don’t you worry about that. When he is ready the world will know exactly who he is.” Jaxton rises to his feet and glances at Ethan. He grabs ahold of Ethan’s water bottle and takes a big swig from it. When his is finished he throws the remaining contents in the hosts face. “You wear more mascara than most Twitter whores that I see.” With that Jaxton falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring, making his way back up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain once again.
Ethan swings around on the man and is seething with rage as he watches the back of his latest guest go up the ramp, with his left hand he takes his thumb and crosses it right to left over his throat, and mouths the words “I'll kill you” as the man disappears behind the curtain.
