S4:E6 - 5.5.2019

Raven by Dave Matthews plays as the camera pans to the entrance way and Jack Callahan makes his way down the ramp. He isn’t in his normal business attire. He has abandoned that for an AC/DC shirt and his black jeans and converse. He makes his way into the ring and grabs a microphone.

Jack looked at the crowd who seemed to have mixed reactions about what happened, some happy some not so happy. 

Jack places his hand on the podium that has been standing in the middle of the ring. He sets his hand on the purple cloth covering what looks to be the Pride Title.

Jack rips off the cloth revealing the new purple and silver belt.

Xavier Laroux: This is somethin me and Geki kinda touched on in our piece against Atari. But after further discussion, Geki has chosen to not join me out here for this conversation, of sorts. I can respect that. Geki is all bout towing the line and he’s happy with what’s going on. I’m not. And I’m damn sure not shy bout lettin it be known.

Lowering that microphone for a moment, Laroux let his gaze wander out to the audience as, despite their dislike of him, were filled with anticipation in regards to what he had to say. With his free hand, Laroux reached up, running his hand along the stubble atop his head before bringing the microphone back up.

Xavier Laroux: Now, I know we gotta match a lilbit later and well..let’s start there. We’re comin off a fuckin incredible championship defense at the Hollywood Heritage Festival, prolly the best goddamn match of the whole three days and what do we get? Team Atari. That’s a fuckin embarrassment. This the same fuckin team who dropped to developmental cause they couldn’t hang with the rest of us. They think they can go to the minor leagues and beat a team, who wasn’t even a fuckin team, and come back and hang with the best goddamn Tag Team in CW? Do they legit huff spray paint outta a paper bag? C’mon now. I put forth more effort jackin my dick than Ima hafta put forth to get over on Atari for the third time since we’ve signed here.

Turning his head, Laroux spit off to the side in visible disgust. Shaking his head, it was clear that Laroux was growing further and further irate with each word spoke.

Xavier Laroux: But that ain’t even my main issue. It’s that whole Pride Tournament that’s goin on. Let’s look at some of the names right quick. First off, ya got Equinox. The only guy who thinks Equinox can still hang with a guy of my ability is his fuckin self. Dude got legit punked out at the Cup and yet here he is again, fightin for a shot at the Pride Championship. Equinox doesn’t give two fucks bout CW or y’all dumb bitches buyin tickets to see him, buyin his stupid ass shirts. He can’t be assed to put into here what he puts in for somewhere like EWC. To ole Nox, CW is like that fat bitch you keep on the side when you wanna good rub. Prove me wrong, you broke down bitch.

Without missing a beat, Laroux continued on as he moved to lean against the lower right set of turnbuckles.

Xavier LaRoux: Desmond Masters..

Pausing for a moment, Laroux tilted his head to the side slightly. His free hand moving up rub against his chin in a display of thought, he shook his head quickly.

Xavier Laroux: Whatta waste of a roster spot. When you think of what makes this business great, you don’t even accidentally think of Desmond Masters. Talk bout a fuckin flop. Dude hasta go scrape the literal bottom of the fuckin barrel with Nox, just to feel like he’s doin somethin. Oh and guess what, he lost in the Cup too. Get’em the fuck outta here. Gotta cut the deadweight, management.

Pushing out of that corner, Laroux’s smirk began to break through as the whole running down people actually pushed him towards a better mood.

Xavier Laroux: Olivia Areano. I mean, to be entirely fair, she’s a lilbit hot. She could def get it. And it damn sure ain’t a win CAUSE SHE LOST TOO! Lil yippin ass chihuahua lookin bitch. The reason California Wrestling means something. Are you just as fuckin blown outta your mind as Atari is? You’re just as much of a fuckin loser as the other two guys I’ve brought up. But hey, least you beat Kendrick, right? Tho, that’s not exactly somethin worth braggin bout.

Laughing out, Laroux shook his head as he walked to the middle of the ring.

Xavier Laroux: Rebel Manson, gotho who couldn’t last but a few seconds. Hayley Halsey, our kinda mute former champion. Then you got fuckin crybaby Tolson. For all that shit she talked, she couldn’t beat Brady. The recurrin trend here? They all lost. Each one of them is comin off a loss after The Cup. The majority of your big ass, celebrated Pride Championship Tournament are people who couldn’t win their matches.

But Brady..Brady..Brady. What can I say bout that lil sawed off son of a bitch that hasn’t already been said? Ya wanna know why you’re as big of a deal as you are here, Brady? Cause you never faced me. You’re not on my level same as those other fucks. While you’re out here, makin Tolson usta be a dude, is a dude, what the fuck ever, jokes on Twitter, I’m out here legit ruinin lives. Come to me with the kinda shit you say to everyone else and I’ll put ya on your ass quicker than Morgan shut your ass down. Got that whole Gate Keeper thing goin on, actin like you controls who goes through the gate. Tryta get in my way of steppin through and watch ya ass get put through that fuckin gate.

Extending his arms outwards, Laroux seemingly presented himself to everyone he’s spoken about thus far. After a couple moments, he let his arms drop before developing a rather devious smirk.

Xavier Laroux: Looks like we saved the best for last. Second hottest wrestler in CW, Hollywood Heritage Champion herself, Brit Anders. Despite defendin ya title, you still walked out a loser Brit. That’s twice now..two times you stepped into that ring with me as your opponent. And two times you walked out a loser. But to be fair, that could be cause of the utterly shit partner you had. I’m still waitin for you to come to your fuckin senses and come get in with a real man. My hotel room is always open, dollface.

A rather suggestive tone to those words as he shot a wink after they slipped from between his lips.

Xavier Laroux: Fact of the matter is, Six outta Eight of your Pride Tournament Participants ain’t qualified to shine my fuckin boots. And the other two fuckin know better than to think they’re better than me. Where’s my shot? Y’all put Geki in that Hollywood Heritage Cup and look what happened. Y’all lemme spread my wings a bit and I pinned your Hollywood Heritage Champion, your fuckin crown jewel. Where’s my shot?

Once more, Laroux stopped himself before that flash of thought showed in his features. Nodding his head slowly, he brought that microphone up for the last time.

Xavier Laroux: Nah..y’know what? Ima go get my fuckin shot.

Dropping the microphone, Laroux walked up to the ropes before ducking out to the apron and dropping to the ringside area. Walking back up that ramp, Laroux disappeared behind those curtains.