With the life that Iíve led, with the supernatural and human forces that have conspired against me, with the relationships I have forged and lost, something has compelled me to sit down and write this story. My name is Xander Black and this is my story.
I enjoyed simply sitting on the top turnbuckle, with no fans and no staff around. Itís soothing. Itís cathartic. I need that. I donít know what happened, I was off my game and I lost one of the things that give my life meaning. The PWC World Heavyweight Championship was the thing I dreamed about since I was little. In the times that I needed an escape from the real world, from the demonic voices, I would think about the feeling, that feeling of winning the most prestigious championship Ė made even better by the fact that winning that title vindicated my entire life, it ended the demonic voices and it brought back the girl I loved. I still recall the moment like it was yesterday. After a truly draining match, a match that turned the fans in my favour, I pinned Freddie Vos and became the champion.
How things change. In just a month, Iíve went on a downhill spiral, losing my championship, becoming the victim of a sick game by people I donít know. Iíve lost the title, Iíve had the displeasure of seeing the man that left me when I was a teenager, Iíve even lost Beth again, and the only moment of joy came from meeting Christen. Someone who is almost the polar opposite of Beth, someone who I canít help being drawn too. Itís bittersweet though. If I didnít meet her, she wouldnít be a pawn in the game that Iím the target in. Looking around the empty arena, itís a totally different scene from Alpha and Omega. Things change, and itís not always for the better, but I know I must fight whatever thing I have been caught up in. I hop off the top turnbuckle and run my hands along the ropes, when I was younger I always wanted to feel the ropes, I donít know why. Iíll find out what happened to both Beth and Christen and Iíll become PWC World Heavyweight Champion again. I exit the ring, the ring where Iíve had triumphs and failures, and I know the next time Iím in it Ė well, I feel sorry for whoever my opponent is.
I stepped out of the arena, into the parking lot and sucked in the cool air. Night had come in, resulting in pitch blackness, which obscured my vision. With little artificial light around, I made my way to the car. No fans were around, obviously. Nobody was around. I was the last person to leave and since it was so late at night Ė nobody saw what happened next.
I heard shuffling footsteps coming up behind me, and as I turned I saw a man with a balaclava diving at me. He struck with a knee to the stomach and all the air was driven from my body. I dropped to my knees, struggling for air. The man grabbed me by the hair, but I pushed him off, Iím pretty sure a clump of hair when with him. He came back towards me, but I took him down to the ground with a double leg takedown. He covered up when I started to bring down punches. Suddenly, my vision was obscured as a bag was placed over my head, forcefully. I tried to shove the second person away, or even grab him but a third person grabbed my arm as the second man tightened the strap of the bag. It dug into my neck, even now Ė I still remember the feeling of having something tight around your neck. It goes against everything nature has taught you, so because of that I lashed out, kicking and punching anything that moved. Anyone watching would have thought I was drunk or worse. Eventually, I was nailed in the stomach again, before forced across the parking lot, I assumed.
Iíve never been someone that deals with enclosed spaces. Iíve hated being boxed in. Hated feeling like there isnít any escape. I was being dragged across the parking lot, and despite feeling the need to fight back, my body was drained of energy. The battle with Kyle Elric didnít help. I heard the men speak to each other, in a foreign language. At the time I didnít know, but obviously I know now. I wonít tell you what nation it was from, Iíll tell you when I found out. Regardless, I heard them pop the hood of a car and I was throw into the boot. They slammed roof shut. I was trapped and I had no escape.
Iíve been in a lot of harrowing situations. Both mental and physical. The month before Hellís Judgment, after years of suppressing them, I finally broke free from the shackle of the voices in my head. At this point in time, stuck inside the boot of a car, feeling every bump of the road on my back as the car bounced up and down, the situation I was in wasnít because of any supernatural element Ė at least not yet Ė instead of was due to something completely different. My arm was trapped beneath my body which made the car ride of all that more uncomfortable. Numbness began to set in but the tightness of the trunk meant there was little to no space available. I lay there, listening to the men in the car speak in a foreign language, I should be more scared, but the rain bouncing off the top of the trunk almost made it relaxing. I knew though, that these people were related to the kidnapping of both Christen and Beth. With incredible difficulty I managed to move my arm out from underneath my body and felt the feeling come back to it. You would think they would have tied my arms together, right? Idiots. That was their second mistake, the first was messing with the people I cared about. They thought I was down, exhausted from the match, exhausted from the beating so I wouldnít have been able to fight back, but when they open this trunk I was going to give them hell.
Backstage Ė Vortex
Danny Eriksen is standing by with the former PWC World Heavyweight Champion, Xander Black.
Please welcome my guest at this time, he is the former PWC World Heavyweight Champion, Xander Black.
Xander stares right at Danny.
You think thatís funny, right? What you just said, huh? The former PWC World Heavyweight Champion.
Black backs Danny down onto the wall behind them. He cowers.
Danny exits the scene, tucking his tail and running. Black turns to the camera.
Two months... only two months I held that championship for. The championship that I worked my ass off to get my hands on. Blood, sweat and sacrifices. All gone, in a matter of seconds. All it took was three seconds, one Ė two Ė three. The referee counted that final three and I felt it. By God, I felt it. I felt my soul being poisoned and my heart being ripped from my body. One of the most precious things in my life... gone. Going into Hells Judgment, Iíll admit Ė I was distracted. But I wonít use that as an excuse Ė I also wonít say becoming a fan favourite as resulted in me losing my edge. My viciousness.
Two months ago, I was at my most dangerous. Defeating every single wrestler in the battle royal... then going on the a very long undefeated streak that was ended at Hells Judgment. Coincidently, the first man I defeated in singles action was a man I face tonight, Darius Black. This is the test, whether or not I need to go back to my roots and become the hated villain of this company, or stick with the good guy routine. It also could be the start of another undefeated streak. Who knows? Weíll all know by the end of the night.
Darius Black ... a man who shares the same last name as me. For all I know, with the type of Father I had, he could be a long lost brother. He seems insane, that would fit my family perfectly. But as far as I know, Darius Black is just another name. Freddie Vos, Sam Dancer, Joey Holt, Muhammad Islami and Darius Black are just a handful of names that I beat on my way to the biggest streak in this companies history. Tonight, I start the next chapter in my career, the first was the rise of Xander Black, some could say the second was the fall of Xander Black, this one Ė will be called the redemption of Xander Black. Kyle Elric, youíre lacklustre undefeated streak wonít last for long. Starting with Darius Black, I vow to go undefeated until we face once more, and I end your streak. Tonight, itís up to Darius Black to hang with me, to give me a battle. Youíve had two months to up your game Darius, letís see if you can step it up. See you out there.