A Little Quality Time

The camera fades in and JaXion is seen sitting on what seems to be a bar stool. As it pans out, it reveals a small pub and another man sitting next to JaXion at the bar. They both have pints of beer sitting in front of them as they talk. More of the bar is revealed, and it looks to be an Irish pub, with Guiness mirrors, and Irish drinking proverbs hung on the walls. JaXion motions for the camera to come closer as he takes a drink from his frosty glass. He is wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with sunglasses on his head, and smiles as the camera finishes zooming. He taps his friend's shoulder...

"You see, man? I can't get away from them. I finally get a match signed, and everyone wants to know what I'm thinkin'.

He looks toward the camera.

"By the way, this is my long time friend, Geoff. And your interrupting my downtime."

"Who the hell they got you fightin'?"

"Honestly, man, I wish I could tell ya. The match is signed for next Monday. Its a fatal-four-way match."

"Damn! That's one hell of a first match."

JaXion just smiles...

"You would think so, right? I mean, any time your first match is against three other people, its pretty cool I guess, but Stanton coulda gotten some real wrestlers. Theres one guy in this match that I've even seen show his face here. Dyanmite Daniel. Granted, he's a former champion, so it'll be interesting with him. But the other two guys, hell, I don't even know. Hold on..."

He stands up and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a crumpled sheet of paper and unfolds it. He looks closely and reads.

"Ah, here we go. Dynamite Daniel, then the other two are, uh, Klixx..."

"What like that Adam Sandler movie? The chick from that is smokin'!"

"Ooh yeah, whats her name? Kate somethin'?"

"Beckinsale... ooh man!"

"Yeah, bro. Wow. Anyway, I digress. The other one calls himself Organized Criminal. But he spells 'organized' with an S instead of a Z. But he may not be retarded, I think I read somewhere he was in prison for a while. So, perhaps he just didn't get a real edumacation."

He chuckles at his own bad joke, then downs the rest of his beer.

"Two more, guys?"

"Yeah, John. That'd be great."

"So, a damn fatal four way for your first match. You stoked?"

"I gotta tell ya, I'm pretty damn excited about it. But I didn't even give you the best news..."

"Oh Jesus..."

"After I beat these guys, I'm the number one contender for the International Championship!"

"Damn, that's so money you don't even know! You could have a title shot in your second match! If its that easy, maybe I should start wrestlin'."

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Dude, look at you and look at me. Your beer gut's like my old man's. It looks like you swallowed a watermelon, whole!"

"That's low man. Below the belt..."

Geoff continues muttering about being able to whip JaXion's ass when they were 12. JaXion grabs his full beer and walks outside. The sign for the bar hangs above him. Peggy O'Neill's is the name. It sits on a small old-time downtown type street with a brick road. JaXion sits at one of the tables outside and sips his beer. He takes a deep breath before looking back into the camera.

"In all seriousness, what would you do in my situation? I have three opponents a week from now, and two of them haven't shown their faces anywhere in this company. I didn't see 'em backstage at Final Encounter. I don't think I've heard so much as a peep out of either Klixx or Criminal. So, here's what I'm going to do..."

He leans forward in his chair and looks deep into the camera.

"Dynamite, I know what you're thinking. Probably the same thing I'm thinking about the other two chumps we'll be seeing in the ring. I know I haven't been her long enough to make an impression. But I promise you, I plan on it. I watched your entire match at Final Encounter. You put up one hell of a fight. And if it weren't for Williams little friend, you may have actually won. That's neither here nor there now, however, because I'm not going to need anyone coming out of the crowd to help me. Ya see, you get a special privelege on Monday...you, Klixx and O.C. You're all going to be the first in a long line of people who can say that they've lost to JaXion. I'm studying your tendencies, Dynamite. Your diving headbutt and your extreme style... I'll be more than ready for ya."

"As for Klixx and Criminal?! All I can say for you guys is I'm sorry. Because even if ya decide to show up, I'm going to make an example out of the both of you as far as what the entire Atomic Championship Wrestling organization can expect from me on a weekly basis. And I can't say it'll be all that tough. Mr. Stanton's putting me in the ring with two high flying, tiny little bastards? No wonder they haven't shown up yet. I will say this: the high flyin' shit's going to get grounded real, real fast. Boys, I wouldn't even show your faces on Monday. 'Cause if ya do... they're gonna get knocked off."

"Sweet dreams..."

JaXion again finishes the beer in his hand and begins walkin' into the pub once again. You can hear Geoff, still complaining...

"You're lucky we're not in sixth grade still or I'd whoop your a..."

Fade to black.