Post by Xavier Oden on Sept 25, 2016 6:48:11 GMT -5
::the scene opens with a camera in the backstage area where a crowd can be heard booing. The apron with a large black "X" can be seen as the camera pans slowly closer to the apron, cutting out the rest of the backstage background. Xavier Oden bursts through the apron, the moment the two layered cloths separated for the killer the bellowing booing got louder and then hushed as the curtain closed behind him. The Blonde Devil was still in his button up shirt, his sleeves rolled up from the scuffle with Blackman moments before heading back. This was moments after their altercation on Raw. Xavier was still breathing heavy, a look of determination in his eyes as he stormed through the hall passing by other wrestlers and staff. The clicking of his dress shoes hitting the concrete echoed. A crew man who was a good foot shorter then Xavier, was carrying cables. The man was pale and balding, having a rather husky build. Mr.Oden stopped for a moment glaring as the man also stopped in his tracks. Xavier placed both hands on the mans right arm and pushed him out of the way. The small thud could be heard, as a few weak voices piped up "Hey..is he ok? Who's tha- oh better not."
Xavier continued walking with purpose, a large smirk grew on his face as he headed towards a door with his 'XKO' initials on the door, The letters were a slick black with the background a dark forest green. The camera panned out a bit more now showing a suitcase was in front of the door. The former champion of the Japanese circuit had a change in posture and face. No long calmed and smirking but now aggressive and frowning.
XKO: What the hell? This is my suitcase, WHO TOUCHED MY STUFF?!
Xavier hollered picking up the suitcase to begins examining the contents to make sure all was there, when suddenly coming into the picture was a brunette standing no taller then 5'3. A short red suit outfit, the womans lightly tan colored skin, and piercing green eyes entered the scene. She held a mic in her had with the logo 'SPORTS NATION'.
Emma Berns: Um, sorry Mr.Oden, can we have a moment of your time? Emma Berns of Sports Nation, the show right after THYWWE Raw.
Xavier stopped going through his clothes, turning around the look as if he was about to shout until he saw the woman standing behind him. His face relaxed a bit as did his stance now leaning against the suitcase he had been ravaging.
XKO:Yeah,sure I have a quick second.
EB: So we know you've been here in THY before but we were hoping to get an interview with a wrestler for THY WWE and give you the opportunity to answer the much needed to know questions for our new viewers. Who would you tell the THY WWE fan base about you?
XKO: I'm sorry, there's a lot to that, can you ask me that again?
EB: Oh, of course. For our new fans who are you?
Xavier began to snicker at her question, brushing his hand through his gelled and slicked back hair. He reached over and took the mic from the woman's hand in a quick snatching motion. The woman wanted to argue but Xavier took a step towards her looking down in a rather typical aggressive manner.
XKO: Who am I? It's funny, how people forget. You saw me out there, I hurt Steve Blackman. That's kind of been my job description for a while, here,in the indy's and in Japan. I have a style that is painful to my opponents. That was appreciated in Japan. Here, It's going to open people's eyes. I'm young and i'm confident and the scariest part is...I have every right to be. I was told, I don't belong here once. I was told I wouldn't be welcomed back until I changed my ways, until I fit a better mold until I acted a curtain way, less dangerous and such. How do you think that went?
Xavier leans the woman's mic back to her, she seems rather confused but the camera remains focused.
EB: It must have worked cause you're bac-
XKO: It didn't Emma. It didn't work because what I am is what wrestling needs. I still wasn't welcomed back when I won my light-heavyweight title in Japan. A huge feat, especially after my success there and in the Indy's. That wasn't enough to welcome me back. I had to win, this huge tournament and I was the only winner of the open weight grand prix born from America. That's a global feat in it's self. Champions from all over the world gathered for this and I came out of it on top, I was better then Europe, Asia, middle eastern contenders, Russian wrestlers I even beat a few guys from the good ol' red white and blue.They still weren't ok with picking up the phone and giving me a call back. Something about, how I haven't changed, i'm not easy to work with and blah..blah...blah.
With each 'Blah' Xavier leaned closer to the reporter till she took a a few steps back for space purposes. Xavier straightened up and almost in stalking fashion took another step to close the gap she had made. Leaning back down to just a few inches from her face.
XKO: What could a guy do?
EB:Uhh...well you found a way to ge-
XKO:Back here? Yes I did. Not on my own however, see i'm great. In the ring no one can touch me but outside of it, on the business front, these guys in suits and and ties who pretend to be big shots, they hide behind their little desks and they don't know what gold mine they have. So I found a mentor, a hidden person of interest, a manager if you will who works in the background and makes sure I'm used to the fullest capabilities. This person is wise, this person convinced the higher ups to let me back and most importantly....we have a plan. Want to know what it is?
EB: I would love to. That would be a great stor-
XKO: No. You don't get to. You get to see just like everyone else the process because once we reach the finished product, you will all be able to look back to this night, right now as the start of a beautiful beginning for me and a destructive end for those in the way. From here on, everything happens for a reason, and we are that reason. You think the call out was something I thought might work? That I didn't know exactly what I was doing from the beginning?
EB:Who-
Xavier turns around pulling a camera from his bag, turning to the camera man, reaching out and pulling cords from the machine. The scene goes black for a moment. Then returns now wider view and a logo on the right corner saying "Killer Kam"
XKO:You, and everyone else need to start paying attention. My management wants this, this is what gets me to the goal. Steve Blackman fell right into the lions den and i'm going to make sure that I complete this phase as needed. Unlike the rest of the brass around here, my mentor, my guidance, as his protege he sees in me what I am. All that hard work to get me here, you really think Steve Blackman can stand in the way? These are all hypothetical because just like this interview, I am in control. Yeah, my camera, my questions, and the only reason you're going to make it big miss. Steve Blackman thinks coming out and getting in my face is going to give him respect, or maybe this is his last hoo-rah but the sad reality is, he's doing exactly what we wanted him to do. The deadliest weapon is but one step in the ladder of glory that awaits me, but at the end of the day, all the achievements and all the experience and all the cheers and praise and blah..blah..blah...he's still only a step.
Xavier handed her the mic back but leaned close to it to whisper in almost a hiss.
XKO: Are you listening?
The killer let go of the mix, the reporter gave a light sigh of relief as she motioned to the camera man to cut, however Oden was already reaching to take his 'Killer Kam' back. The scene went to black.
::The scene opened once again with Xavier stepping into his locker room, before he could close the door a hand stuck between the door and frame, keeping it from closing. A man in a gray luchador mask peaked through the door. The mask was a rather simple one, pure grey, no nose slot, just a strap under the jaw and covering of the head.
Lucha CaMacho: Hey, so I heard Blackman is the first step to this big plan. I wanted to let you know, me and a few of the others in the locker room have a big problem with that. We also don't like that you have your own room, you disrespect the vets, you're not even shaking hands with people back stage. So for your little challenge on Raw, what if I accept it, bet you and your mystery boss didn't plan on that.
Xavier looking a bit puzzled, finally understanding the situation smirked. The Blonde Devil stuck out his hand for the Luchador to shake nodding as if to say he accepted. The luchador took the killers hand, as he leaned in through the door not fully in the killers changing room only his arm, both men gave a respectful nod. Once the no named masked men went to let go, he found that he couldn't. Xavier held on with a smile.
XKO:So Blackman is apart of the plan, but he's not thee next step. The next step is sending a message to everyone.
In that moment Xavier slammed the door on the arm of the masked man, The killer slammed it again and again, after about five counts through the screaming of the young man trying to make a name for himself, the killer let go. XKO Stepped out into the halls shutting the door behind him as he continued attacking the arm of the smaller wrestler by stomping on the injury. He then leaned down and began to turn the wounded mans mask around on his head preventing him from seeing. Xavier Oden was now beating on the blinded foe, throwing down a punch, one after the other. He lifted him up onto his feet, the slick killer threw the lucha styled wrestler into the wall, his injured arm first. A muffeled yelp could be heard, Oden backed up and nailed a running knee, crashing between the killers knee, into his head, into the wall.
The scene pans away, from camera view. Now to the television screen. A shadowy figure is watching the footage, sitting next to the figure is "The Killer" Xavier Oden, in a black wife beater and matching workout shorts, his fists fully taped.
XKO: They asked me, Who am i. I think they know now. Thanks boss.
Xavier reaches his hand out and shakes the hand of the mysterious figure.
Xavier continued walking with purpose, a large smirk grew on his face as he headed towards a door with his 'XKO' initials on the door, The letters were a slick black with the background a dark forest green. The camera panned out a bit more now showing a suitcase was in front of the door. The former champion of the Japanese circuit had a change in posture and face. No long calmed and smirking but now aggressive and frowning.
XKO: What the hell? This is my suitcase, WHO TOUCHED MY STUFF?!
Xavier hollered picking up the suitcase to begins examining the contents to make sure all was there, when suddenly coming into the picture was a brunette standing no taller then 5'3. A short red suit outfit, the womans lightly tan colored skin, and piercing green eyes entered the scene. She held a mic in her had with the logo 'SPORTS NATION'.
Emma Berns: Um, sorry Mr.Oden, can we have a moment of your time? Emma Berns of Sports Nation, the show right after THYWWE Raw.
Xavier stopped going through his clothes, turning around the look as if he was about to shout until he saw the woman standing behind him. His face relaxed a bit as did his stance now leaning against the suitcase he had been ravaging.
XKO:Yeah,sure I have a quick second.
EB: So we know you've been here in THY before but we were hoping to get an interview with a wrestler for THY WWE and give you the opportunity to answer the much needed to know questions for our new viewers. Who would you tell the THY WWE fan base about you?
XKO: I'm sorry, there's a lot to that, can you ask me that again?
EB: Oh, of course. For our new fans who are you?
Xavier began to snicker at her question, brushing his hand through his gelled and slicked back hair. He reached over and took the mic from the woman's hand in a quick snatching motion. The woman wanted to argue but Xavier took a step towards her looking down in a rather typical aggressive manner.
XKO: Who am I? It's funny, how people forget. You saw me out there, I hurt Steve Blackman. That's kind of been my job description for a while, here,in the indy's and in Japan. I have a style that is painful to my opponents. That was appreciated in Japan. Here, It's going to open people's eyes. I'm young and i'm confident and the scariest part is...I have every right to be. I was told, I don't belong here once. I was told I wouldn't be welcomed back until I changed my ways, until I fit a better mold until I acted a curtain way, less dangerous and such. How do you think that went?
Xavier leans the woman's mic back to her, she seems rather confused but the camera remains focused.
EB: It must have worked cause you're bac-
XKO: It didn't Emma. It didn't work because what I am is what wrestling needs. I still wasn't welcomed back when I won my light-heavyweight title in Japan. A huge feat, especially after my success there and in the Indy's. That wasn't enough to welcome me back. I had to win, this huge tournament and I was the only winner of the open weight grand prix born from America. That's a global feat in it's self. Champions from all over the world gathered for this and I came out of it on top, I was better then Europe, Asia, middle eastern contenders, Russian wrestlers I even beat a few guys from the good ol' red white and blue.They still weren't ok with picking up the phone and giving me a call back. Something about, how I haven't changed, i'm not easy to work with and blah..blah...blah.
With each 'Blah' Xavier leaned closer to the reporter till she took a a few steps back for space purposes. Xavier straightened up and almost in stalking fashion took another step to close the gap she had made. Leaning back down to just a few inches from her face.
XKO: What could a guy do?
EB:Uhh...well you found a way to ge-
XKO:Back here? Yes I did. Not on my own however, see i'm great. In the ring no one can touch me but outside of it, on the business front, these guys in suits and and ties who pretend to be big shots, they hide behind their little desks and they don't know what gold mine they have. So I found a mentor, a hidden person of interest, a manager if you will who works in the background and makes sure I'm used to the fullest capabilities. This person is wise, this person convinced the higher ups to let me back and most importantly....we have a plan. Want to know what it is?
EB: I would love to. That would be a great stor-
XKO: No. You don't get to. You get to see just like everyone else the process because once we reach the finished product, you will all be able to look back to this night, right now as the start of a beautiful beginning for me and a destructive end for those in the way. From here on, everything happens for a reason, and we are that reason. You think the call out was something I thought might work? That I didn't know exactly what I was doing from the beginning?
EB:Who-
Xavier turns around pulling a camera from his bag, turning to the camera man, reaching out and pulling cords from the machine. The scene goes black for a moment. Then returns now wider view and a logo on the right corner saying "Killer Kam"
XKO:You, and everyone else need to start paying attention. My management wants this, this is what gets me to the goal. Steve Blackman fell right into the lions den and i'm going to make sure that I complete this phase as needed. Unlike the rest of the brass around here, my mentor, my guidance, as his protege he sees in me what I am. All that hard work to get me here, you really think Steve Blackman can stand in the way? These are all hypothetical because just like this interview, I am in control. Yeah, my camera, my questions, and the only reason you're going to make it big miss. Steve Blackman thinks coming out and getting in my face is going to give him respect, or maybe this is his last hoo-rah but the sad reality is, he's doing exactly what we wanted him to do. The deadliest weapon is but one step in the ladder of glory that awaits me, but at the end of the day, all the achievements and all the experience and all the cheers and praise and blah..blah..blah...he's still only a step.
Xavier handed her the mic back but leaned close to it to whisper in almost a hiss.
XKO: Are you listening?
The killer let go of the mix, the reporter gave a light sigh of relief as she motioned to the camera man to cut, however Oden was already reaching to take his 'Killer Kam' back. The scene went to black.
::The scene opened once again with Xavier stepping into his locker room, before he could close the door a hand stuck between the door and frame, keeping it from closing. A man in a gray luchador mask peaked through the door. The mask was a rather simple one, pure grey, no nose slot, just a strap under the jaw and covering of the head.
Lucha CaMacho: Hey, so I heard Blackman is the first step to this big plan. I wanted to let you know, me and a few of the others in the locker room have a big problem with that. We also don't like that you have your own room, you disrespect the vets, you're not even shaking hands with people back stage. So for your little challenge on Raw, what if I accept it, bet you and your mystery boss didn't plan on that.
Xavier looking a bit puzzled, finally understanding the situation smirked. The Blonde Devil stuck out his hand for the Luchador to shake nodding as if to say he accepted. The luchador took the killers hand, as he leaned in through the door not fully in the killers changing room only his arm, both men gave a respectful nod. Once the no named masked men went to let go, he found that he couldn't. Xavier held on with a smile.
XKO:So Blackman is apart of the plan, but he's not thee next step. The next step is sending a message to everyone.
In that moment Xavier slammed the door on the arm of the masked man, The killer slammed it again and again, after about five counts through the screaming of the young man trying to make a name for himself, the killer let go. XKO Stepped out into the halls shutting the door behind him as he continued attacking the arm of the smaller wrestler by stomping on the injury. He then leaned down and began to turn the wounded mans mask around on his head preventing him from seeing. Xavier Oden was now beating on the blinded foe, throwing down a punch, one after the other. He lifted him up onto his feet, the slick killer threw the lucha styled wrestler into the wall, his injured arm first. A muffeled yelp could be heard, Oden backed up and nailed a running knee, crashing between the killers knee, into his head, into the wall.
The scene pans away, from camera view. Now to the television screen. A shadowy figure is watching the footage, sitting next to the figure is "The Killer" Xavier Oden, in a black wife beater and matching workout shorts, his fists fully taped.
XKO: They asked me, Who am i. I think they know now. Thanks boss.
Xavier reaches his hand out and shakes the hand of the mysterious figure.
