Rick Masters vs Jason Xavier (Aggression #2)

[Steve Sterling]

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[Jason Xavier]

{Las Vegas. Where people find heartbreak or their heart's desire. Fame. Fortune. It's all here for those who really, really want it. The streets, like always, are busier than ever. Taxi cabs trying to earn a decent fare, nobodies pretending to be some bodies and the occasional professional superstar. And wouldn't you know it, up the empty sidewalk comes "The STAR" Jason Xavier , an amazing professional wrestler signed with the newly formed Alliance Wrestling Corp . Unlike everyone else around him, he was special. He was the greatest athlete and entertainer that the business had ever had the honor to bear witness too. And to make things better, Jason Xavier was well aware of it. He strolls down the walk way toward the running camera and strikes a little pose. Why not have fun? When you’re the best at what you do, you don't have to worry about what people think of you.}


("The STAR". A name he didn't earn by being a nobody. Talent, charisma, he had everything one needs to be the best. People walking by stop to snap a picture or two, and why not? How often was it that one got to witness the public appearance of a wrestling phenomenon? He brushes his dyed gold and black hair from his face and cracks a smirk into the camera. It's time for his close-up.)


Jason Xavier: You see this place? This is home. This is where the classiest of the high-class come spend money. That's why "The STAR" is here. Now you all must be aware of my astounding abilities within the ring, so I'll be honest with you. AWC those boys are mighty damn lucky to have a gent like me to keep the asses in the seats. Do you know what I am? I'm a human GOLD MINE. You put my name on the marquee and I put C-Notes in your wallet. People travel far and wide just to take my picture and chant my name. I AM a star. No, no, no! I AM...THE STAR. Jason Xavier , a name none will soon forget! I have plans. And those plans are to take this wonderful company, toss it into gear, rip-roar it up the Walk of Fame and put it back in park! Oh yes, I am just that good, people. You want proof? YOU DON'T NEED PROOF! I am the most dominating, entertaining, rip-roaring, half-phenomenal & half-amazing individual you will EVER lay eyes on! Doubt it? Well then bite it, biotch.


(What is this? A by-passer, curious to what's going on with the camera, stops right behind Jason and gazes at the camera. Jason feels the man's presence and slowly turns around, just staring at them with a very annoyed look.)


Jason Xavier: What? You just feel like stepping onto my scene here? What? You don't see the cameras here all focused on this face? WHAT? How 'bout you troll your chunky ass down that street and into a bus's path before I plant my foot so far down your throat that every time I wiggle my toes, you'll have to take a tinkle! MOVE IT!


(The man by-passer's jaw just drops, stunned by these words. What did you expect? How can you walk into someone's shot and not expect to ruffle a few feathers. Was it a little overboard? There is no such thing. Jason continues to eye them until they walk off further and further into the distance. He turns back to the camera, fixing his ruffled hair a little bit.)


Jason Xavier: You see that? Bitch done walked into my shot! Speaking of which, I wanna direct my attention to my first match in the AWC, more importantly, my opponent. I'm told that I need to open the show by planting some nobody into the ground. What’s his name? Richard? Rich? No! Rick That’s it, Rick Masters I have been unfortunate enough to draw your name out of a hat filled with losers. But unlike the other losers on the roster, you’re a level ahead of them. Why? Because frankly, I'm not sure if you exist. See, all the other losers on the roster at least have their little bio telling everyone about themselves. You on the other hand, don't. Why is that? Is it because your ashamed of yourself? Is it because your "too cool for school" and don't wanna give out that info? Or are you just too busy hanging out in your momma's basement playing with your ding-dong? Regardless of the answer, you’re a jackass and you ain't worth my time! However, I am bound by contract to show up on January 12th in Houston, Texas and kick your damn head in. So I'll be there, you'll be there, the folks in the stands will be there...so why not give'em a good ol' fashion, death-defying extravaganza!


(Another couple individuals walk by, but instead of stopping, just rubberneck. Jason turns and watches as these people walk by, just staring. He looks around at everyone staring and just holds up a middle finger. Why not? He is a STAR after all. No, no, no! THE STAR.)


Jason Xavier: What? You got something over here you wanna look at? What? How 'bout you look at this! WHAT? Get outta here before I kick you in the sprouts so hard their gonna hop up into your throat and replace your tonsils! Stupid people! I'm working here! Get outta here! I don't come on down to Burger King and watch you work, do I?!? Then get the hell outta here!


(The people, some pissed with others stunned, eventually continue on down the walkway. Still annoyed for being interrupted again, "The STAR" turns back, brushing his hair out of his face once again. After a few more moments of heavy breathing, the red pigment in his face goes away again. People are just too nosy. You'd think people in Las Vegas would be use to cameras by now)


Jason Xavier: What the hell is going on here? If these guys are here watching me, then who's keeping an eye on the burgers making sure they don't burn? Damn nobodies! This is you, Rick! This is you! You’re a nobody! You’re a loser and your worthless. The greatest moment of your career is gonna be January 12th 2016 when you have the privilege of stepping into the ring with me. But too bad for you, your worst moment in your career is also gonna be the same night when I mop the floor with your face! You bring everything you got, chump, 'cause when I got you beat like a little bitch, I don't want you claiming you weren't at your best. I'm pumped, Rick! I've worked my ass off night and day! What you doing, still in ya'll momma's basement? What are you doing?


(What more needs to be said? Nothing, that’s what. Jason smiles into the camera, knowing full well that his words had been heard and understood. He was the dominating force of the AWC no one would doubt that. And Rick Masters would only discover that the very, very hard way. Sucks to be him. No doubt.)