Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2021 16:41:10 GMT -5
Jones: Wait, Scorpion really is dead?!
Xavier: It would appear so.
We come back from Xavier’s story to the hospital room where Jones is filming this exclusive.
Jones: Wow. Image what this will do to the old school OCW crowd, to his former allies, and foes… My God, someone check on Bifford!
Xavier: Right.
Jones: How do you feel Xavier? I know you play this ‘tough guy, forget my dad’ type of role but-
Xavier: I am going to stop you right there Jones. I am not ‘roleplaying’, ask any of my opponents just how tough I really am? They might not admit it to you, but they know. As far as ‘forgetting my dad’, no Jones, it’s FUCK MY FATHER. Fuck him.
Jones: But he’s dead Xavier, don’t you feel-
Xavier: The only thing I feel is the urge to knock you upside the head. Maybe ‘you feel’ just too heartbroken now to hear the rest?
Jones: There is more? I thought this was it, the big finale, the big reveal! I mean, Scorpion being dead is huge. Enigma too! He was in OCW for a bit, I’m sure that has also send some shockwaves. How was all of that even happening then? I’m so confused.
Xavier: You’re confused now...
Jones: Alright, please continue.
Xavier continues and we’re magically transferred back to the cemetery.
I tried to breath air into my lungs but couldn’t, I dropped to my knees, falling closer to his tombstone and it is here when I realized that his grave was still fresh as the new grass had not taken root yet with the soil underneath. I then looked at the tombstone again and noticed that while there was a date of birth, there was no date of his passing. As the confusion grew, so did my lungs as I was finally breathing normally again; because of that I was able to get to my feet and go check Enigma’s tombstone. His had a dedication, birth AND a day of death, but not my father’s, why? As I stood there trying to figure out what was going on, a shovel that was leaning against a nearby tree fell forward all on its own, the handle of it landing at the foot of my dad’s grave. I looked at it and wondered if this was Enigma’s doing still. I picked up the shovel and had to ask myself if I was really about to dig up my father’s grave? This is what I wanted to know for better or worse and since the gravesite was not enough, I had to see his body and while it was probably rotting away and would smell awful, I just had to know… I began digging and since this took a while, it gives me a perfect segway to address Outcast..
"Perfect how? As I am remembering digging my pop’s grave, it is kind of symbolic to what Outcast has been doing lately with his wrestling career. He keeps digging a hole that he has no idea he is never meant to get out of. Every time he fails it is a pile of dirt that gets shoveled out of the ground, making room for his decaying carcass; and when you start to think of all the failures Outcast has been having as of late, the hole is likely six feet deep already. Which means that come pay-per-view time, I will be the one responsible for digging out that last bit of dirty that is needed to make room for the coffin that will be holding Outcast’s wrestling career."
"But it doesn’t end there."
"Rumor has it that if he is not able to defeat me one-on-one, that if he is not able to take the world title from my hands, he will not only call it a career but just call it period. He has nothing, and no one left to lose; he’s all alone, and if he can’t win he might as well end it. To say that Outcast is having suicidal tendencies is a huge understatement; someone from the OCW front office should make sure that he is not left alone after he loses our match on September Sixth. I definitely don’t want that on my conscious, I don’t want to be known as someone who caused someone else to lose their life. "
I stopped digging as I hit something hard, likely his casket. I shoveled more dirt carefully trying not to damage the casket but what was actually revealed was a very old looking chest, about two and a half feet by one and a half in size. I pulled it out and then pushed into the ground above. I hoped out of the hole and then kneeled in front of the chest, getting ready to open it but I had to pause, wondering if what I was going to find was the remains of my father. Maybe old bones, or even just an urn with his ashes inside. Again I got the weird gut feeling but I pushed through. I opened the two latches from the sides of the chest to free the lid, and then lifted the top open. A bunch of dust flew out, causing me to fall back, and I waved my arms like crazy trying not to inhale any of it. Once I got myself together and the dust had cleared, I didn’t see bones or an urn or any type of human remains, all I saw inside was a book.
Jones: A book?! What the fuck Xavier?! All of this for a goddamn book?!
We’re back at the hospital room and Jones, who looks like he was a sweating mess, is standing up, looking at Xavier very frustrated. Xavier on the other hand gives Jones a look that says: ‘if I wasn’t laying in bed wearing this protective vest, I would murder you.’ Jones realizing how way out of line he is, sits back down and collects himself.
Jones: I’m sorry Xavier, it’s just that, I’m on pins and needles, thinking that this was finally it, and instead we get a book.
Xavier: Now imagine how I feel?
Jones: I know, I am sorry. But a book?
Xavier: A large book. A book that up until that moment, I believed to be a myth, or even worst, a prop that was used for televisions purposes only.
Jones: Wait…
Xavier: Yup.
Jones: No…
Xavier: Yes.
Jones: The book?!…
Xavier: The Book of Scorpion.
Jones: holy shit!
Xavier: Right?
Jones: Please continue!
I couldn’t believe my eyes, this book, back in father’s day, was everything. In it, his life was cataloged, everything he did, every match he had, every opponent he defeated and even those he couldn’t conquer. All his secrets, all his… identities, all the information his enemies wish they had, specially The Don… and here it was, in my hands. But it was supposed to have been kept by this old man, The Bookkeeper, who wrote every single aspect of his life. Why was it here, why now? And did this mean my father was alive? Right away I went to open the book, as I knew it would tell me my father’s last whereabouts. I opened the book, but the moment I did I was engulfed by bright light and then the book took me…
Jones: Took you?!
Xavier: Damn it Jones.
Jones: I’m sorry, but took you how?!
Xavier: Think, Harry Potter and Tom Riddle’s diary.
Jones: You went into the book?! What happened next?
Xavier turns away from Jones and looks out the window of his room, at the trees outside. He then continues, and we’re transferred to the other side of the trees, but not outside of the hospital, no, we’re transferred to a land somewhere in Europe, a hill with a castle sitting high up on a cliff surrounded by water. Standing there, tall and bold, probably centuries old, is a castle only those who were around OCW in the beginning will remember. For the rest of you, it is built like a strong fort that has two squared towers on each side, one high up, probably 4 stories in comparison while the other is only two stories high and has an opening where a large bell hangs. At the foot of the entrance lays Xavier Lux, coming to after being transported here. He stands up, dusting himself off and looks around but unlike this whole story so far, he does not look confused.
Xavier: I know this place, but can’t believe it’s real.
He walks up the steps that zig-zag on the side of the massive walls of the castle. He reaches the door of the tallest tower and tries to open it but there is no give. He jams his shoulder against a few times but no luck. He then takes a few steps back and kicks it a few times until he is finally able to bust it open. He heads inside and finds more stairs that spiral up, on the wall you have old style candles providing the only light into the room. There are old paintings in the walls, of his father in action. He makes his way up, ignoring the rooms of the first three floors, he knows exactly where he is going. He reaches the final floor and the door leading into the main room. He goes to kick it down but realizes that it is partially open. He pushes it open and finds…
Xavier: The Bookkeeper’s wrestling library. Holy shit it really exists.
The large room has its four walls filled to the top with books, hanging from the ceiling in the middle is a large chandelier providing the only light in the room. There are two old looking sofas set up to the right with coffee table in the middle that has some books piled up, covered in dust. Back in the center is the desk belonging to the bookkeeper, the chair is facing the outside but clearly there is someone sitting there. Xavier swallows hard and then speaks.
Xavier: Are you my father’s bookkeeper?
Silence. Xavier makes his way slowly over and walks around the desk. He places his hand on the top of the back of the chair and slowly spins it around. He jumps back as he sees the bookkeeper, in skeleton form; looks like he died here on his chair many years ago. On his bony hand he holds a quill feather pen and on his lap rests The Book of Scorpion.
Xavier: What the fuck?!
Xavier is taken back as he was just transported here by the book itself, he reaches for it, grabbing it and pulling it from the bony hands of the bookkeeper. As soon as he does, the bones turn to dusts and only his old outfit remains. Xavier looks at the last thing he wrote and his eyes grow wide with horror.
While his son searches for his father in the place that holds his precious book, The Scorpion sets a blaze the place his son calls home. The Scorpion admires his work, and as his son’s palatial home burns to the ground he removes his mask and smiles, saying:
“You burn down what is mine, I burn down what is yours...”
Nothing else is written and as Xavier tries to flip through the pages he is engulfed by the bright light again and starts to get pulled away and even though he tries to hang on to the book, it slips through his fingers as he is transported back. But not to where he was, instead, he is now outside of the abandoned down, where Paco initially dropped him off. He looks around desperately not understanding, but he then sees Paco and Cholo sitting by their car drinking some beers. They notice him and quickly drop their beers and rush over. Xavier rushes over as well and grabs Paco by his shirt as they meet.
Xavier: He lives Paco! He really lives and he burnt down my house!
Paco: I know mi’jo, I know! Look!
Cholo holds up his cellphone to Xavier so he can see a video playing on it. It’s an aerial shot of Xavier Lux’s home in Los Angeles, completely engulfed in flames. Thanks to the aerial shot of the fire, we get a perfect shot of the fire which is in the shape of a Scorpion.
Jones: Oh my God! I have so many questions! First-
Xavier: You got your exclusive Jones, now please go.
Jones: But Xavier, I-
Xavier: GO!
Jones signals the cameraman to quit filming as he gathers his things, thanks Xavier and leaves the room with the cameraman behind him. Xavier looks out the window, tears in his eyes, but not of sadness, but rage. Scene fades to black.
"Outcast, retelling this story was hard. I don’t want to be known as Scorpion’s son. I don't want to be known as the man who ducked or got by outcast. I want to be known as the man who proved that winning a title shot in one federation and a world title in another with you in those matches was not a fluke... "
"…The man who retained at Under the Lights... "
"…The man who won the paradigm championship at Under the Lights… "
"…The man who in three straight pay-per-view matches, won three different titles…"
"…THE MAN… who simply put, ended Outcast’s career…. For good. "
Xavier: It would appear so.
We come back from Xavier’s story to the hospital room where Jones is filming this exclusive.
Jones: Wow. Image what this will do to the old school OCW crowd, to his former allies, and foes… My God, someone check on Bifford!
Xavier: Right.
Jones: How do you feel Xavier? I know you play this ‘tough guy, forget my dad’ type of role but-
Xavier: I am going to stop you right there Jones. I am not ‘roleplaying’, ask any of my opponents just how tough I really am? They might not admit it to you, but they know. As far as ‘forgetting my dad’, no Jones, it’s FUCK MY FATHER. Fuck him.
Jones: But he’s dead Xavier, don’t you feel-
Xavier: The only thing I feel is the urge to knock you upside the head. Maybe ‘you feel’ just too heartbroken now to hear the rest?
Jones: There is more? I thought this was it, the big finale, the big reveal! I mean, Scorpion being dead is huge. Enigma too! He was in OCW for a bit, I’m sure that has also send some shockwaves. How was all of that even happening then? I’m so confused.
Xavier: You’re confused now...
Jones: Alright, please continue.
Xavier continues and we’re magically transferred back to the cemetery.
I tried to breath air into my lungs but couldn’t, I dropped to my knees, falling closer to his tombstone and it is here when I realized that his grave was still fresh as the new grass had not taken root yet with the soil underneath. I then looked at the tombstone again and noticed that while there was a date of birth, there was no date of his passing. As the confusion grew, so did my lungs as I was finally breathing normally again; because of that I was able to get to my feet and go check Enigma’s tombstone. His had a dedication, birth AND a day of death, but not my father’s, why? As I stood there trying to figure out what was going on, a shovel that was leaning against a nearby tree fell forward all on its own, the handle of it landing at the foot of my dad’s grave. I looked at it and wondered if this was Enigma’s doing still. I picked up the shovel and had to ask myself if I was really about to dig up my father’s grave? This is what I wanted to know for better or worse and since the gravesite was not enough, I had to see his body and while it was probably rotting away and would smell awful, I just had to know… I began digging and since this took a while, it gives me a perfect segway to address Outcast..
"Perfect how? As I am remembering digging my pop’s grave, it is kind of symbolic to what Outcast has been doing lately with his wrestling career. He keeps digging a hole that he has no idea he is never meant to get out of. Every time he fails it is a pile of dirt that gets shoveled out of the ground, making room for his decaying carcass; and when you start to think of all the failures Outcast has been having as of late, the hole is likely six feet deep already. Which means that come pay-per-view time, I will be the one responsible for digging out that last bit of dirty that is needed to make room for the coffin that will be holding Outcast’s wrestling career."
"But it doesn’t end there."
"Rumor has it that if he is not able to defeat me one-on-one, that if he is not able to take the world title from my hands, he will not only call it a career but just call it period. He has nothing, and no one left to lose; he’s all alone, and if he can’t win he might as well end it. To say that Outcast is having suicidal tendencies is a huge understatement; someone from the OCW front office should make sure that he is not left alone after he loses our match on September Sixth. I definitely don’t want that on my conscious, I don’t want to be known as someone who caused someone else to lose their life. "
I stopped digging as I hit something hard, likely his casket. I shoveled more dirt carefully trying not to damage the casket but what was actually revealed was a very old looking chest, about two and a half feet by one and a half in size. I pulled it out and then pushed into the ground above. I hoped out of the hole and then kneeled in front of the chest, getting ready to open it but I had to pause, wondering if what I was going to find was the remains of my father. Maybe old bones, or even just an urn with his ashes inside. Again I got the weird gut feeling but I pushed through. I opened the two latches from the sides of the chest to free the lid, and then lifted the top open. A bunch of dust flew out, causing me to fall back, and I waved my arms like crazy trying not to inhale any of it. Once I got myself together and the dust had cleared, I didn’t see bones or an urn or any type of human remains, all I saw inside was a book.
Jones: A book?! What the fuck Xavier?! All of this for a goddamn book?!
We’re back at the hospital room and Jones, who looks like he was a sweating mess, is standing up, looking at Xavier very frustrated. Xavier on the other hand gives Jones a look that says: ‘if I wasn’t laying in bed wearing this protective vest, I would murder you.’ Jones realizing how way out of line he is, sits back down and collects himself.
Jones: I’m sorry Xavier, it’s just that, I’m on pins and needles, thinking that this was finally it, and instead we get a book.
Xavier: Now imagine how I feel?
Jones: I know, I am sorry. But a book?
Xavier: A large book. A book that up until that moment, I believed to be a myth, or even worst, a prop that was used for televisions purposes only.
Jones: Wait…
Xavier: Yup.
Jones: No…
Xavier: Yes.
Jones: The book?!…
Xavier: The Book of Scorpion.
Jones: holy shit!
Xavier: Right?
Jones: Please continue!
I couldn’t believe my eyes, this book, back in father’s day, was everything. In it, his life was cataloged, everything he did, every match he had, every opponent he defeated and even those he couldn’t conquer. All his secrets, all his… identities, all the information his enemies wish they had, specially The Don… and here it was, in my hands. But it was supposed to have been kept by this old man, The Bookkeeper, who wrote every single aspect of his life. Why was it here, why now? And did this mean my father was alive? Right away I went to open the book, as I knew it would tell me my father’s last whereabouts. I opened the book, but the moment I did I was engulfed by bright light and then the book took me…
Jones: Took you?!
Xavier: Damn it Jones.
Jones: I’m sorry, but took you how?!
Xavier: Think, Harry Potter and Tom Riddle’s diary.
Jones: You went into the book?! What happened next?
Xavier turns away from Jones and looks out the window of his room, at the trees outside. He then continues, and we’re transferred to the other side of the trees, but not outside of the hospital, no, we’re transferred to a land somewhere in Europe, a hill with a castle sitting high up on a cliff surrounded by water. Standing there, tall and bold, probably centuries old, is a castle only those who were around OCW in the beginning will remember. For the rest of you, it is built like a strong fort that has two squared towers on each side, one high up, probably 4 stories in comparison while the other is only two stories high and has an opening where a large bell hangs. At the foot of the entrance lays Xavier Lux, coming to after being transported here. He stands up, dusting himself off and looks around but unlike this whole story so far, he does not look confused.
Xavier: I know this place, but can’t believe it’s real.
He walks up the steps that zig-zag on the side of the massive walls of the castle. He reaches the door of the tallest tower and tries to open it but there is no give. He jams his shoulder against a few times but no luck. He then takes a few steps back and kicks it a few times until he is finally able to bust it open. He heads inside and finds more stairs that spiral up, on the wall you have old style candles providing the only light into the room. There are old paintings in the walls, of his father in action. He makes his way up, ignoring the rooms of the first three floors, he knows exactly where he is going. He reaches the final floor and the door leading into the main room. He goes to kick it down but realizes that it is partially open. He pushes it open and finds…
Xavier: The Bookkeeper’s wrestling library. Holy shit it really exists.
The large room has its four walls filled to the top with books, hanging from the ceiling in the middle is a large chandelier providing the only light in the room. There are two old looking sofas set up to the right with coffee table in the middle that has some books piled up, covered in dust. Back in the center is the desk belonging to the bookkeeper, the chair is facing the outside but clearly there is someone sitting there. Xavier swallows hard and then speaks.
Xavier: Are you my father’s bookkeeper?
Silence. Xavier makes his way slowly over and walks around the desk. He places his hand on the top of the back of the chair and slowly spins it around. He jumps back as he sees the bookkeeper, in skeleton form; looks like he died here on his chair many years ago. On his bony hand he holds a quill feather pen and on his lap rests The Book of Scorpion.
Xavier: What the fuck?!
Xavier is taken back as he was just transported here by the book itself, he reaches for it, grabbing it and pulling it from the bony hands of the bookkeeper. As soon as he does, the bones turn to dusts and only his old outfit remains. Xavier looks at the last thing he wrote and his eyes grow wide with horror.
While his son searches for his father in the place that holds his precious book, The Scorpion sets a blaze the place his son calls home. The Scorpion admires his work, and as his son’s palatial home burns to the ground he removes his mask and smiles, saying:
“You burn down what is mine, I burn down what is yours...”
Nothing else is written and as Xavier tries to flip through the pages he is engulfed by the bright light again and starts to get pulled away and even though he tries to hang on to the book, it slips through his fingers as he is transported back. But not to where he was, instead, he is now outside of the abandoned down, where Paco initially dropped him off. He looks around desperately not understanding, but he then sees Paco and Cholo sitting by their car drinking some beers. They notice him and quickly drop their beers and rush over. Xavier rushes over as well and grabs Paco by his shirt as they meet.
Xavier: He lives Paco! He really lives and he burnt down my house!
Paco: I know mi’jo, I know! Look!
Cholo holds up his cellphone to Xavier so he can see a video playing on it. It’s an aerial shot of Xavier Lux’s home in Los Angeles, completely engulfed in flames. Thanks to the aerial shot of the fire, we get a perfect shot of the fire which is in the shape of a Scorpion.
Jones: Oh my God! I have so many questions! First-
Xavier: You got your exclusive Jones, now please go.
Jones: But Xavier, I-
Xavier: GO!
Jones signals the cameraman to quit filming as he gathers his things, thanks Xavier and leaves the room with the cameraman behind him. Xavier looks out the window, tears in his eyes, but not of sadness, but rage. Scene fades to black.
"Outcast, retelling this story was hard. I don’t want to be known as Scorpion’s son. I don't want to be known as the man who ducked or got by outcast. I want to be known as the man who proved that winning a title shot in one federation and a world title in another with you in those matches was not a fluke... "
"…The man who retained at Under the Lights... "
"…The man who won the paradigm championship at Under the Lights… "
"…The man who in three straight pay-per-view matches, won three different titles…"
"…THE MAN… who simply put, ended Outcast’s career…. For good. "