Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2019 22:19:41 GMT -8
The scene slowly came into view, revealing the interior of a California hotel room bedroom. A running shower could be heard in the background for just a moment before shutting off. Shortly later, the door leading to that bathroom would open up, revealing none other than one half of the CW Republic Champions ‘YOUR Favorite Drug’ Xavier Laroux. Droplets of water still visible on his bared torso, the only stitch of coverage Laroux wore was the towel wrapped around his waist.
Once he caught sight of the one holding the camera, Laroux couldn't help but to don that oh so arrogant smirk of his. Extending his arms outwards, he seemingly presented himself to everyone watching, more so one in particular.
’Is this what you wanted, Brit? I mean, that was one of your biggest concerns going into one of our matches, wasn't it? That I showered. Now, I dunno if this whole thing is gonna be proof enough for you, but if it isn't? You could always join me to find out for yourself.’
A wink followed the words he spoke. Laroux walked around to the foot of the bed before lowering to a seated position next to a pile of clothes he had previously assembled for an outfit.
’Y'know, I watched the video you posted earlier, Brit. You said some things that just are..fuckin absurd. The main thing that kinda..struck me the wrong way? Xavier Laroux is one of the that CW has made in 2019. He might be the best signing since they signed Kendrick Kross. Lemme just stop you right there. When CW signed Kross, they signed a fuckin mannequin. A fuckin lump made to be dressed up and put on display. No substance. No real value. When he's not cryin like a bitch on Twitter, he's fuckin nauseating to even watch or listen to, for that matter. So, no, Xavier Laroux is not the best signing since they signed Kendrick. Xavier Laroux is the best signing, period.’
Those words rolled from between his lips, dripping with the utmost arrogance. That smug expression he wore told the whole story.
’Now, you talked alottabit bout addiction. But let's be honest here, Brit. You don't know addiction. You don't know what it's like. It's real simple for you to sit there and run your mouth, some people let addiction swallow them. Unless you've experienced addiction, Brit, you don't know addiction. Addiction is not being able to sit through an entire movie without havin a cigarette break. Addiction is your body tremblin, sweat pourin off you, your heart beatin a mile a minute, knowin that all you need is just one drink to make everythin better. Addiction is spendin every wakin moment, tryinta get your fuckin fix by any means necessary.
Take a twenty outta ya grandma's purse? No big deal. Oh wait, granny ain't got no more 20s. But the corner store does. Ya go to rob the corner store, another addict beat you to it. Might as well steal a car. Not good enough? Let's go mug somebody! Oh, he's not givin up the cash? Let's just fuckin kill’em and take it. Sure, no big deal as long as long as you get your fix. That is addiction. Every fiber of your bein tellin you that THAT'S what you need to survive. I know addiction. I live with my addictions. But hey, I can see it now, you sittin there with that pout takin up most your face, knowin you just got schooled. Well, you can just turn that frown upside down! Y'know why? Cause I'm gonna make you an addict.
After all the shit you've said in your piece, you need to win this match. You can see it in your eyes. You can hear it in the words you speak. In your mind, you need to beat me. What's gonna happen when you can't beat me? You gonna try again? What happens when you lose again? You're gonna get the itch. You're gonna get that little voice in the back of your head, askin you Am I really as good as I think I am if I can't even beat this guy? That's when the itch is gonna set in. It's gonna bother you more and more that you can't beat me. It's gonna become an obsession. You're literally gonna live to beat me. You're gonna be an addict. That's why I'm YOUR Favorite Drug.’
Moving over onto his side, he reached across the bed to grab up the pack of cigarettes and lighter. After lighting one of those cigarettes up, he fell back into a laying position on that bed, his gaze fixated up at the ceiling.
’Y'know what the shittiest part of it is? By time we get to this match, we'll already have faced off in Revolution Pro. All of that confidence you showed in your video? I'm gonna throat fuck it. I'm gonna leave that shit raw. Beatin you in Revolution means you're not gonna think you can beat me anymore. Beatin you in Revolution means I strip you of that confidence you so happily showed. But..before I get too far ahead of myself, there was somethin else you said. Blah blah blah, if Kendrick and I wanted to, we'd take those belts.’
After this, Laroux sat up, the burning cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth. Plucking it from between his lips, exhaling that smoke as he spoke.
’Come fuckin get you some. Come fuckin try to take these belts from us. I promise you that you won't. Nobody will. We came here to legit take over the Republic division. And would ya look at that, four matches in and who's the champs? That's what I thought. From day one, we have been doin exactly what we've said we're gonna do. And..y'know what else I said?’
The smirk Laroux wore on his face suddenly took on a rather devious appearance.
’We came here for the Republic Championships. I came here to prove I'm better than everyone, from top to bottom, on the CW roster. And that includes you, Brit. So, y'all wanna shot at what we got? I wanna shot at what you got. If you really think y'all are that good. Put the gold where your mouth is. Show that you gotta lilbit of ass behind ya, Brit.’
Reaching back across that bed to ash the cigarette, Laroux rose up to a seated position, that arrogant smirk returning to it's rightful spot.
’You wanna talk bout how much you'd make me regret tryin somethin crazy durin our match? Look at you, tryinta be sucha lilbadass. It's cute. But lemme tell ya, tellin me I can't do somethin is honestly the quickest way to get me to do it. So, lemme ask you Brit. Say if I like..took a chair to the back of your head while the official is distracted. The fuck you gonna do bout it? Notta goddamn thing, that's what. It's just like I told Eddy, it might be a cliche, but I guaran-fuckin-tee you that I'm unlike anyone you've ever faced in your life. There ain't much I won't do to prove a point. I say Ima do somethin then Ima fuckin do it. And y'know what Ima do? Ima put that ass down for the count.
Alright, y'know what? I think that's bout enough for now. I gotta get dressed and head out for this night on the town. Gonna do what I do second best. I'll be seein ya soon Britt, I hope your little confidence and your addiction knowledge holds up because your body damn sure ain't gonna. And speakin of bodies.’
Grabbing up the pair of jeans off the bed, Laroux turned his back to the camera. That towel pooling at his feet, Laroux standing there in all of his glory for a moment before putting those jeans back on and turning around with a wink.
’I’m pretty fuckin sure I win in that department too. I'll see ya soon, Brit.’
Laughing out as soon as those words left his mouth, Laroux started getting dressed the rest of the way as the scene slowly faded away, catching the final few words of Xavier.
’Can't believe this bitch even had the nerve to compare me to Kendrick. Whatta go..’
End.
Once he caught sight of the one holding the camera, Laroux couldn't help but to don that oh so arrogant smirk of his. Extending his arms outwards, he seemingly presented himself to everyone watching, more so one in particular.
’Is this what you wanted, Brit? I mean, that was one of your biggest concerns going into one of our matches, wasn't it? That I showered. Now, I dunno if this whole thing is gonna be proof enough for you, but if it isn't? You could always join me to find out for yourself.’
A wink followed the words he spoke. Laroux walked around to the foot of the bed before lowering to a seated position next to a pile of clothes he had previously assembled for an outfit.
’Y'know, I watched the video you posted earlier, Brit. You said some things that just are..fuckin absurd. The main thing that kinda..struck me the wrong way? Xavier Laroux is one of the that CW has made in 2019. He might be the best signing since they signed Kendrick Kross. Lemme just stop you right there. When CW signed Kross, they signed a fuckin mannequin. A fuckin lump made to be dressed up and put on display. No substance. No real value. When he's not cryin like a bitch on Twitter, he's fuckin nauseating to even watch or listen to, for that matter. So, no, Xavier Laroux is not the best signing since they signed Kendrick. Xavier Laroux is the best signing, period.’
Those words rolled from between his lips, dripping with the utmost arrogance. That smug expression he wore told the whole story.
’Now, you talked alottabit bout addiction. But let's be honest here, Brit. You don't know addiction. You don't know what it's like. It's real simple for you to sit there and run your mouth, some people let addiction swallow them. Unless you've experienced addiction, Brit, you don't know addiction. Addiction is not being able to sit through an entire movie without havin a cigarette break. Addiction is your body tremblin, sweat pourin off you, your heart beatin a mile a minute, knowin that all you need is just one drink to make everythin better. Addiction is spendin every wakin moment, tryinta get your fuckin fix by any means necessary.
Take a twenty outta ya grandma's purse? No big deal. Oh wait, granny ain't got no more 20s. But the corner store does. Ya go to rob the corner store, another addict beat you to it. Might as well steal a car. Not good enough? Let's go mug somebody! Oh, he's not givin up the cash? Let's just fuckin kill’em and take it. Sure, no big deal as long as long as you get your fix. That is addiction. Every fiber of your bein tellin you that THAT'S what you need to survive. I know addiction. I live with my addictions. But hey, I can see it now, you sittin there with that pout takin up most your face, knowin you just got schooled. Well, you can just turn that frown upside down! Y'know why? Cause I'm gonna make you an addict.
After all the shit you've said in your piece, you need to win this match. You can see it in your eyes. You can hear it in the words you speak. In your mind, you need to beat me. What's gonna happen when you can't beat me? You gonna try again? What happens when you lose again? You're gonna get the itch. You're gonna get that little voice in the back of your head, askin you Am I really as good as I think I am if I can't even beat this guy? That's when the itch is gonna set in. It's gonna bother you more and more that you can't beat me. It's gonna become an obsession. You're literally gonna live to beat me. You're gonna be an addict. That's why I'm YOUR Favorite Drug.’
Moving over onto his side, he reached across the bed to grab up the pack of cigarettes and lighter. After lighting one of those cigarettes up, he fell back into a laying position on that bed, his gaze fixated up at the ceiling.
’Y'know what the shittiest part of it is? By time we get to this match, we'll already have faced off in Revolution Pro. All of that confidence you showed in your video? I'm gonna throat fuck it. I'm gonna leave that shit raw. Beatin you in Revolution means you're not gonna think you can beat me anymore. Beatin you in Revolution means I strip you of that confidence you so happily showed. But..before I get too far ahead of myself, there was somethin else you said. Blah blah blah, if Kendrick and I wanted to, we'd take those belts.’
After this, Laroux sat up, the burning cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth. Plucking it from between his lips, exhaling that smoke as he spoke.
’Come fuckin get you some. Come fuckin try to take these belts from us. I promise you that you won't. Nobody will. We came here to legit take over the Republic division. And would ya look at that, four matches in and who's the champs? That's what I thought. From day one, we have been doin exactly what we've said we're gonna do. And..y'know what else I said?’
The smirk Laroux wore on his face suddenly took on a rather devious appearance.
’We came here for the Republic Championships. I came here to prove I'm better than everyone, from top to bottom, on the CW roster. And that includes you, Brit. So, y'all wanna shot at what we got? I wanna shot at what you got. If you really think y'all are that good. Put the gold where your mouth is. Show that you gotta lilbit of ass behind ya, Brit.’
Reaching back across that bed to ash the cigarette, Laroux rose up to a seated position, that arrogant smirk returning to it's rightful spot.
’You wanna talk bout how much you'd make me regret tryin somethin crazy durin our match? Look at you, tryinta be sucha lilbadass. It's cute. But lemme tell ya, tellin me I can't do somethin is honestly the quickest way to get me to do it. So, lemme ask you Brit. Say if I like..took a chair to the back of your head while the official is distracted. The fuck you gonna do bout it? Notta goddamn thing, that's what. It's just like I told Eddy, it might be a cliche, but I guaran-fuckin-tee you that I'm unlike anyone you've ever faced in your life. There ain't much I won't do to prove a point. I say Ima do somethin then Ima fuckin do it. And y'know what Ima do? Ima put that ass down for the count.
Alright, y'know what? I think that's bout enough for now. I gotta get dressed and head out for this night on the town. Gonna do what I do second best. I'll be seein ya soon Britt, I hope your little confidence and your addiction knowledge holds up because your body damn sure ain't gonna. And speakin of bodies.’
Grabbing up the pair of jeans off the bed, Laroux turned his back to the camera. That towel pooling at his feet, Laroux standing there in all of his glory for a moment before putting those jeans back on and turning around with a wink.
’I’m pretty fuckin sure I win in that department too. I'll see ya soon, Brit.’
Laughing out as soon as those words left his mouth, Laroux started getting dressed the rest of the way as the scene slowly faded away, catching the final few words of Xavier.
’Can't believe this bitch even had the nerve to compare me to Kendrick. Whatta go..’
End.
