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| Business is Business; [Clay & Xenia] | |
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| Craig | May 14 2017, 04:50 PM Post #1 |
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Many athletes will compete on the Anarchy in the UK (#AITUK) card, some 26 in fact, but now we see one who will not. Xenia looks as pissed off about that as you’d expect, especially as she rips her way through the corridors backstage in London’s O2 Arena. From behind we see her turn a corner and is confronted by a one half of the FIW World Tag Team Champions. Clay: “Can I have a word with you?” Xenia: “Get out of my face.” Clay: “No, this won’t wait.” She tries to step around him but Clay is rather spritely for a man of his age and he shuffles his feet to block her path. She takes a step to her left and he mimiks her action, albeit to his right in order to remain ahead of her. Xenia: “Big man, huh?” Clay: “Bigger than you.” He stands over her, placing one hand over her shoulder against the wall to make sure that she can’t escape. She grits her teeth and snarls directly in his face. Clay: “Let me tell you something about me, I was born Hal Moore Jr. on February 26th 1972 in Scottsdale, Arizona. My father was Hal Moore Sr., my mother died in my teenage years, God rest her soul…” She starts to look away, he sticks his head around hers to make sure that she’s paying attention. Clay: “I’ve been married twice, I have one daughter and one son from my first marriage. My second was to a former Hellcats Champion. She’s happily married to somebody else as far as I’m aware.” Xenia: “Are you even in the vicinity of a point?” Clay: “I have been a part of Full Intensity Wrestling for 8 years, on-and-off. Much like my son, I'm not completely unaware of my motivations in life. I have won Championships, betrayed friendships and by now probably been a part of more pay-per-views than anybody in history. I keep myself to myself, as I explained to the Alpha Wolves I look to carve out my own piece of the pie and not trouble anybody else.” Xenia rolls her eyes, she knows what this about now. Xenia: “This is about the Panoptican.” Clay: “How perceptive of you. You planted the seed in Suzanne Schwartz mind and now I have to step into what is effectively an Elimination Chamber with five other tag teams. And hey, don’t take this like I’m afraid of anybody. I don’t sweat those other five teams. I don’t sweat any team on the roster. It doesn’t bother me to be in there with Ninja Blood Explosion, the Wolves or Tokyo Mass Suicide. You could throw Conceived Sorrow in there, hell, Joe Stanton and Dream if he can be bothered to show up. It bothers me when people get involved in my business, like you did. My destiny is my own, I determine it. Not Suzanne Schwartz, not Orion Oldriod, not Kim Coulter, not my son, not any other tag team and certainly not you.” At this moment Dimmu Borgir stumbles across this little scene, which prompts things to at least appear to change. The 7-footer fixes his gaze on Clay Krueger. Borgir: “We got a problem here?” Xenia: “No problem that I can see. We were making a frank exchange of views. An exchange that’s gonna end with me taking my hand off his face… it’s the putting on at high speed he won’t like.” Clay: “You want to swing for me? Go right ahead because when I get back up I’ll swing back. You want to hang with the big boys, there’s nobody bigger. I am a ten-time Champion in FIW and that’s before I even mention Condemned Fetish or No Allies Tournaments. I am a living legend. You’ve done nothing. You are nobody. You are a footnote, the Hellcat who couldn’t get the job done when it mattered most. History’s afterthought.” Now he has her attention. She steps right up to him, nudging her forehead into his and he cranes his neck back to ensure she can’t headbutt him. He straightens the title belt on his shoulder. Clay: “Your whole career has been dedicated to getting here on this stage and now you’re here, you’ve choked.” Borgir: “Clay…” Without even looking at the Dark Lord, Clay puts him right in his place. Clay: “No, I’ve paid you enough money so you do as you’re told and keep your mouth shut. You’ve been a Champion in every company you’ve wrestled for… but not FIW. You used Charlie Tango to get here and you’re using him to stay here. And the irony is that you had your shot, but you blew it. You choked and nobody will ever forget it.” Xenia: “It took two of them to beat me.” Clay: “But they still beat you. And now all of those people who were clamouring for you to get a title shot, not so much anymore. Things are a little quiet on that score, aren’t they? That’s what happens when you ask three people completely unprepared and untalented to walk in the shoes of Brittany, Helena Handbasket and Sakura. So while you stand beside Suzanne Schwartz unable to affect anything in the ring at Anarchy in the UK, I’ll be walking in as FIW World Tag Team Champion and walking out the very same having tamed the Panoptican.” The Coulter Crew member slaps the title belt on his shoulder and gives her a shit-eating grin. Clay: “This is as close as you’ll ever get to FIW gold. You just remember, if you want to fight somebody then look no further. I’ll fight you any day of the week.” He takes his hand away from the wall but she maintains her position, showing no sign of weakness. Clay begins to walk away, turning his back on Xenia. Xenia: “Who the hell do you think you are?” The veteran competitor stops but doesn’t turn around, simply casts a dismissive and disparaging eye over his shoulder. Clay: “Clay Krueger. Clay ‘Chainsaw’ Krueger.” Fade. |
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