Post by Roderick Kross on Apr 28, 2020 15:46:57 GMT -6
After Roderick Kross secured his Millennium wrestling debut, he made his way backstage. He used his towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He finally made his way to his locker room but when he opened the door, two masked men shoved a black back over his head before knocking him out unconscious. Roderick would soon awaken with his hands tied behind his back sitting in a chair in the middle of an empty warehouse. He didn’t realize what was going on but he was about to find out. The same two masked men stood before him as a woman with a chair approached them. He recognized her face and a disgusted look appeared on his face. She placed the chair down and sat down looking at him. She shook her head in disappointment. Roderick looked on before finally opening his mouth to speak.
“The Dublin Messiah” Roderick Kross: Tracy Vixen I presume, I thought I dodged you and your family many years ago.
Tracy Vixen: Well you thought wrong like always, you let your actions take priority over your thinking process. Did you honestly think you would escape us for long? You had a home, a family that depended on your leadership but you left all of that for this? A professional wrestling career that isn’t a REAL career? You need to stop this nonsense and come back home. Our people need you.
Roderick laughs before spitting right in her face.
“The Dublin Messiah” Roderick Kross: They need me? Do you fucking hear yourself right now? My message will be heard and the Kross movement will overtake this business. That is what you need to fucking understand. You and your “people” you want to portray as mine are nothing more than lost souls who don’t need you or what you stand for. Me on the other hand is reaching out to all those very same lost souls, leading them down the path of true enlightenment and towards a better tomorrow. They will become my people, my followers. I’m going to do this without you so put a sock in it bitch.
Tracy laughs to herself whipping off the spit before she slaps him across the face. She stands up and tosses the chair aside before placing both her hands on his legs and looking straight into his eyes.
Tracy Vixen: You need to fucking listen to me very closely before this is going to be the last fucking time I say this. Professional wrestling should be the least of your worries and when the true storm which you know its coming. When that storm does arrive, its going to destroy your career. It’s going to destroy any followers you’ve converted or loved onces you hold very close to that black heart of yours. Your life when it hits will be OVER. Do you understand that? Here let me spell it out for you. O……………….V…………….E………………..R! You’re fucked. Your only option is to come back to our clan and take your rightful place. It’s what your family would had wanted.
Roderick looked at her and honestly wanted to fling his head back and laugh at her. He knew she was delusional but this was shooting towards an all time high, even for her. She sat there, hands tied and all just taking in everything she said.
“The Dublin Messiah” Roderick Kross: Are you done? I mean seriously, are you done running your mouth like a weekend hooker on the streets of Las Vegas? You need to hear me if your capable of doing that. Wrestling is going to open the door to so many opportunities for me to reach out and bend the minds of the weak minded. This business will give me the platform I need to really spread my message across the world. Also wrestling is a great business to get into anyways. I’ve done some Indy wrestling so I know what to do. You and your group need to stay out of my way if you know whats good for you. None of this is a game to me. This is real fucking life. You will pay for what you did to my family and also……
Tracy cuts him off slapping him across the face.
Tracy Vixen: What I did to your family? You really don’t remember what happened on that faithful night when you were only 13 years old. One day you will and when you do remember, your whole world will crumble down around you. The people who you thought had your back, gave you their support will all vanish like it was never there. This fantasy world you’re trying to build around you is just that, a fantasy. Some make believe world that you think is going to cloud what you lost so many years ago. The day of reckoning is upon us and you shall perish within it.
With that being said another bag was placed over his head and he was punched unconscious. Roderick would reawaken back in his home. He wondered if this was all a dream. He would sit up on his bed and gripped his stomach. He felt a sharp pain going through his body. Something wasn’t right he though. He proceeded to stand up and walk towards the bathroom. When he turned on the lights he noticed his shirt had a small spot of blood on it. He proceeded to take his shirt off to realize someone had stapled a note to his chest. He was worried and ripped the note right off. He opened the note to see what contained within it. All that was within the note was three words.
“YOU WERE WARNED!”
Roderick continued to look over the note before a female voice called out to him.
Woman: Roderick, you alright?
“The Dublin Messiah” Roderick Kross: Yeah, everything is fine. Go back to sleep.
Roderick was a little bit concerned but he needed to stay focused with his upcoming match against Ashley Witmore just days away. He placed the note and the bloody shirt and hid it inside his gear bag. He walked out of the bathroom but before he turned off the lights, in the backroom was Tracy Vixen staring into the window smirking as she said into her ear piece.
Tracy Vixen: Tracker in place sir, we won’t lose him again.
-Fin-
