AF28: Joey Sexton vs. Bobby Adams vs. Fallout

[Kermit]

Fallout scored big last week on Aftershock, but his other two opponents were not so lucky. In some hope to gain momentum, Joey Sexton, Bobby Adams, and Fallout will all compete on Aftershock to gain a victory.


Deadline is Wednesday (September 18th, 2013) at 11:59 P.M. (Central Time). Extensions available upon request.​

 

[Dave]

Thursday September 12th, 2013
Rimmon Heights, Manchester, New Hampshire

Bobby Adams had lost again. 2 matches into his WZCW career, he was no further forward in proving to everyone that he belonged in the company. And with 2 losses from 2 matches, he was still rooted to the bottom of the Aftershock card. Bobby didn't want to be hasty but with such a fabled history of being to pull out big wins when it mattered most, he was sure that he would have been at least up the card a little.

But Bobby had run into stiff resistance in his opening matches in WZCW. The contract Battle Royal was an immense match; and the positive was that he had won his contract with WZCW. But the match was filled with rookies and it was the least that Bobby could have done. But his match against The Dragones was completely a different thing altogether. Never before he had felt so out of his depth. 5 offensive moves was all that Bobby could muster before he was rolled up and the match had slipped from his fingers. But this was WZCW and any slight lapse in concentration would be punished; Bobby had learned that the hard way.

But what did it matter? His place in WZCW was not under threat. He had given a good account of himself in his first 2 matches and although they may have had underwhelming results, Bobby was happy with his performance. And his pay-check. He wasn't so naive to think that wins and losses didn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things but whilst the performance was there he and his family would have no financial worries.

And as the car rounded the corner to Bobby Adams' street, he awaited the similar greeting he received 2 weeks ago from his loving wife and his adoring child. Whatever the result of his matches, he could always and would always rely on them to be there for him.

But not this time.

As Bobby pulled up to the house, there was no excited rush to meet him again. There was no loving embrace that warmed his heart as he gripped everything that meant the most to him on the sidewalk. And as the crushing loneliness of life on the road become all to real for that moment, Bobby felt a cold chill run down his spine.

Bobby unpacked his bags, quietly wondering what could have happened to the rousing welcome he received last time. Had it gone? Where was his family? As Bobby wondered up the path to shabby house before him, an all to familiar feeling hit him. The same feeling when he had spent all night drinking with Chunk and had not fallen over the door in a drunken mess until 4am. But as he swung open the door, he reasoned with himself. How could Stephanie be mad at him? He had given her everything she could ever want.

Stephanie: I'm mad at you!

Stephanie's face tells the story of anger as Bobby closes the door behind him, trapping himself with the raging woman inside.

Bobby: Mad? Why!?

Stephanie shoots Bobby a look of utter shock. A look that, like any other matrimonial warning, meant turn back now or suffer the consequences.

Stephanie: Why? Hmm, how about the fact that you left me standing on my own in the middle of a crowded hall in Oklahoma on my own?

Bobby tries to but in but Stephanie talks right over him.

Stephanie: Or how about the fact that, not only did you leave me there with nothing to do, you also completely forgot about me. You left me waiting for hours whilst you dealt with you interviews and whatnot.

Bobby: I can ex-

Stephanie: I'm not finished! Maybe the worst thing of all, is that you've been gone for two weeks now and barely a day has gone by without me worrying about you. Where did you go? What did you do? You haven't called once to check-in or even see how your son is doing.

Bobby allows a look of sorrow to cross his features, knowing all too well that Stephanie has the right to be angry with him. He hadn't called in the two weeks since he left her in Oklahoma. Truth be told, he didn't really have the time. For now, he was just a minor pawn in the game of WZCW. He didn't know the routine yet. The last 2 weeks had been a constant flow of interviews, press appearances, media shows and training. Bobby had been rushed off his feet. But Stephanie would never accept this. he knew it as well as anyone.

Bobby: You're right, Steph. About everything. I should have called, I shouldn't have left you in Oklahoma. I'm sorry.

Bobby's apology disarms Steph somewhat as her demeanour relaxes somewhat. The rage in her eyes seems to disappear slowly as a tense silence falls over the Adams' house.

Stephanie: Listen Bobby, I've tried to be supportive of you. I've made it easy for you to go on the road for weeks at a time with no thought of how I am feeling. But right now it's like you're choosing the road over your family. I'm tired, Bobby. I'm tired of being the wife of a rolling stone and not having you there when I need you. I'm tired of telling Calvin that you're gone and I don't know when you're coming home. I'm just tired. I can't do this any more.

A tear falls down the cheek of Stephanie Adams as Bobby begins to build up emotionally. He didn't like to see his wife like this. how could he? But she was asking to choose between his family and his dream and he knew it.

Stephanie: The money, the glory, it doesn't mean anything Bobby. What means something is the family that you have at home. What means something is being able to tuck your son in to bed at night and not worrying about when you're going to have the time to do it again.

A steady stream of tears fall from the eyes of Stephanie but she can't stop now, she had to continue and Bobby needed to know.

Stephanie: And I can't lose you any more, Bobby. We were never apart this long before and it's hard. I know I can't ask you to choose between your dream and your family and I know that's the way it seems. But you have to make this work, Bobby. You have to make time for us before it's too late.

Stephanie turns away from Bobby, leaving him a shell-shocked mess. His bones are shaking under the threat from his wife and the adrenaline is coursing through his body. What should he do? Never before had he found himself in such a position. In a state of shock, Bobby slowly turns on his heels and heads out the door, his mouth slightly ajar and his mind completely rattled.

* * *​

Bobby: I know what you're going to say, Mom.

Bobby throws himself down on the small couch inside Betty Adams' living room. After explaining the situation to his mother, it was all that he had the energy to do. His words had escaped him like a bullet from a gun, leaving him exhausted by the end of it.

Bobby: You're going to say that I shouldn't be such a fool. To go back to Stephanie and tell her that I'm not going back to WZCW. You're going to tell me that I'm being stupid and that there isn't really a choice to be made. To stop being so selfish and go get my house in order... Right?

Betty settles herself on the opposite couch, a warm cup of tea in hand. She stirs her tea slowly before peering over the rims of her glasses.

Betty: Listen, Bobby, this isn't a decision that is going to come easy. Or indeed a decision that is going to have a happy ending. You just have to decide what means more to you and give it more priority in your life. I remember when your father was spending all that time at the garage. I was going out of my mind trying to cope with 3 children and I just needed him to hold me and tell me that everything was going to be okay. But we needed the money and spending all of that time at the garage fixing up all those cars was the only way that we could make ends meet.

Bobby: So you understand then?

Betty: Oh, I understand. But that doesn't make it any easier to deal with Bobby. Right now Stephanie just needs to know that everything is going to be okay. You've always been an ambitious boy and that's what brought you 2 together. But whilst you're off living the dream, she's stuck at home missing out on what makes her happy.

Bobby: And what's that?

Betty picks the teaspoon out of her tea and throws it across the room at her youngest child, a look of frustration on her face.

Betty: You, idiot. Listen, Robert, this isn't an easy thing to do but sooner or later you're going to have to make a choice. You can either have a loving family and a 9 to 5 job. Or you can live your dream and shower your family with all of the things you've always wanted to give them. The real choice is which of those is going to make you happier.

There is a silence in the room as Bobby mulls over the wise experienced words of his mother. Bobby had never thought about leaving WZCW, he was only just in the door. But was it worth losing Stephanie and Calvin over? It was a choice that should have been easy to make but Bobby just couldn't bring himself to making the decision. Not yet anyway.

Betty: But tell me about this week, who's next in line for Superstar Bobby Adams?

Bobby's eyes light up as Betty probes him about his upcoming match.

Bobby: This week I'm against Joey Sexton and Fallout on Aftershock, two guys that I faced off against in the Contract Battle Royal 3 weeks ago. In fact, I outlasted both of them and even eliminated Fallout from the match. I had a really difficult match last week but I think this is the week that I finally get a win under my belt in WZCW.

Betty: Fallout? Hmm. I'm trying to remember which one that is.

Bobby: The guy with the mask.

Betty: Oh! I know the one. he was wrestling the thin Asian on Aftershock, huh?

Bobby looks stunned.

Bobby: You watched it?

Betty: Well I remembered about half way through the show but you know what I get like sometimes. I just caught your match with no time to spare. You did good, Son.

Bobby: You think so?

Betty: Of course I do. You're my son and you did yourself proud. But this Fallout character, he's dangerous Bobby. He made mince-meat of his opponent at Aftershock and it's probably because his opponent underestimated his skill. You might have outlasted him in the Contract Battle Royal, Bobby. But this is a different kettle of fish altogether. He's gotten better obviously and he'll be a match for anyone on his day.

Bobby again ponders his mother's words. Truth be told he hadn't gotten the chance to watch Fallout's match against Wasabi Toyota from Aftershock in full yet. He had, however, managed to sneak a peek from behind the curtain and his mother was right, Fallout did look impressive; he was going to be a massive threat. Joey Sexton, on the other hand, found himself in a very similar position to what Bobby found himself in. No wins from 2 matches meant that Sexton was desperate for a win and to prove his worth to the powers that be.

Bobby: It's going to be a test, Mom. But I have to believe that I can get the better of them. I know that both of them are dangerous but I have something to prove too. That is if my mind is in the right place.

Betty: You had better get your head in order, son. Both of these guys are just looking for a reason to take you out. If Stephanie and her words are what's on your mind, then you're going to lose. And what's more, you're going to get hurt. That ultimatum that Stephanie gave you is going to mean absolutely nothing because the choice will be taken from you. These two guys, Fallout and Sexton, they're going to want to prove a point and you can't give them the opportunity.

Bobby remains silent, contemplating a game plan in his head. But he cannot help a troubled look crossing his face. Betty gets up slowly and crosses the room before placing herself down beside her son.

Betty: But Stephanie will come back to you, Robert. She loves you and Calvin definitely loves you. You just have to allow time for things to settle. Go to Aftershock this week and show Stephanie that you're willing to fight for everything. For your dream and for your family. She just doesn't want to lose you, Bobby. So go and show her that you're willing to do anything to safeguard that and everything you do is for her.

Bobby smiles for the first time in hours; his mother's warm eyes giving him strength.

Bobby: Thanks Mom.

With that, Betty's clarity begins to disappear. Her eyes begin to glaze over as a vacant look creeps onto her features. Bobby has seen that look all too often and knows the implications of it. Pulling her into his chest, Bobby holds her close to him as she begins to shake.

Betty: Robert, where am I?

Bobby swallows deeply, knowing that his mother, for the time being, is gone. But her words live on.

 

[Dan Severn's Moustache]

BEAUTY OF ANNIHILATION:​

“We need to talk, Chuck.” said Becky Serra sternly, entering Chuck Myles’s office with a concerned look on her face. Behind her, Johnny Klamor slunk into the room, also bearing a very grim expression. Both of the Aftershock commentators shared frustration, a rare sight to behold on a particular subject and both were prepared to vent their anger to their General Manager, Chuck Myles. Serra and Klamor both found chairs and sat themselves down cautiously in front of Chuck Myles’s desk.

“What do you need?” Chuck asked, swinging his chair around to face the frowns. It didn’t take Chuck Myles very long to figure out why the broadcasting team were upset.

“Fallout isn’t it?” he queried. It was pretty much a rhetorical question at that point. Chuck Myles sighed and began to stare vacantly out of his window, pondering about what to do about the radioactive psychopath beginning to run rampant on his show.

“Yes, it’s Fallout.” Becky Serra answered. “I’m not one to complain about these things, but quite honestly, I’m not interviewing that...that monster again.”

“May I add that he also nearly killed Leon and a cameraman backstage.” intervened Johnny Klamor. “He’s not just a threat to the wrestlers; he’s a threat to everyone. Everyone.”

Chuck Myles began to feel anxious as sweat rained down from his brow. He recalled what Fallout had told him last week: “Give me plenty of toys, or else I will find my own.”

“I need to up the ante” Myles blurted out. “I need to pre-occupy Fallout, whilst still being able to study its behaviour.”

“He” corrected Serra. “I know it’s difficult to think of him as that, but under that mask, he’s just as human as us all…”

“Oh what, you’re on its side now?” retorted Klamor. “And anyway, it doesn’t even consider itself human, so why are you calling it human?”

“BE QUIET!” boomed the voice of Chuck Myles. “I’m trying to think here!” Inside his mind, a heavy debate had ensured. Fallout had already beaten Wasabi Toyota, a strong competitor in his own right without too much difficulty. He realised the severity of the situation at that moment: Fallout had claimed his first victim. He wasn’t satisfied with just that, and he attacked Leon. Chuck then reflected to the Contact Battle Royale, where Fallout was double-teamed and eliminated. He had an idea.

“We need to encourage the roster to work together against Fallout” he said slowly and clearly. “Remember the Contract Battle Royale? Fallout lost that pretty quickly, and that’s because the guys worked together against him.”

“Cut to the chase!” Johnny Klamor snorted impatiently.

“I’m thinking...a triple threat match...to improve the team-work between the superstars against Fallout. I just need 2 guinea pigs to test the waters.” Chuck Myles quickly checked the match-cards on his computer screen. “Bobby Adams and Joey Sexton aren’t booked. Both guys aren’t exactly the best of friends. It would be an amazing accomplishment to see these guys working together to take Fallout out of the picture.”

“Umm...”Becky Serra paused tentatively to think of the right words. “No offence to Sexton and Adams, both decent competitors but they...they might be outmatched against Fallout here.”

“Outmatched? OUTMATCHED?!” Johnny Klamor yelled. “They’re fodder! They’re dead in the water! They’re...”

“SILENCE!” Chuck Myles roared at the top of his lungs, again taking control. He adopted a calmer tone almost immediately after.“Like I said, I’m not playing my entire hand yet. I want to slowly ramp up the pressure, I want to push his buttons gradually, or he’ll know we’re up to something. Keep this in mind; I want him gone just as much as you do. But I’m sure you’re aware of the risks if we let him go.” Chuck Myles stopped at this point to perform a slow cut-throat motion across his neck.

“And who’s interviewing him this week?” Becky Serra queried.

“I’m not for sure!” Klamor declared. “You’re not. Leon I imagine is out. Which leaves Stacey.”

“Yes, Stacey does it this week. After that, I’m making a time-table for this. I need to understand this thing’s thought process. I need to make WZCW...safe.”

“Sorry Chuck, but that’s going out of my depth.” Becky Serra said quietly, but with confidence. Johnny Klamor began to nod, agreeing with what Becky had to say. “I’m an interviewer, not a psychiatrist.”

“OK then. Fail to abide to my rules, and you’re fired.” Chuck Myles said coldly before surveying the surprised reactions of the interviewers. “Make no mistake, I care for your safety, and as long as you interview carefully, you’ll be fine, and I’ll get the information I need. That’s that sorted” Chuck Myles then created an artificial smile on his face. “Anything else?”

“No” both Serra and Klamor said in union before standing up slowly, dazzled after the whole ordeal.

“One more thing before you go.” Chuck Myles said, stopping them in their tracks. “Stay professional on the mic. Don’t let these occurrences find themselves on air, or we’ll have hell to pay, capiche?”

“Yes, sir.”

***​

After studying the match extensively, Fallout scoffed to himself. 2 pretty boys before. 2 mutilated heaps after. This was not an improvement after his quick victory over Wasabi Toyota. This was a demotion. This was an insult.

Fallout was sitting in the corridor with his legs curled so that his knees made contact with his chest. Around him, numerous pieces of paper detailing every superstar in WZCW were scattered around him. Fallout scrounged through the pile until he found what he was looking for: The photos of Bobby Adams and Joey Sexton.

Analysing them in depth, Fallout came to a conclusion. Both men had spent time on their appearance. Both were even more disgusting than Fallout remembered. It was at this point Fallout’s sadism kicked in. A strategy was drawn. A plan was created: Both men would lose their face, just as Fallout had lost his.

Fallout couldn’t stand to look at mere photos anymore. With a swift but powerful grip, he crumpled the photos with ease and tossed them away to one side. He began to pace quickly towards the arena. He was focused neither on the avoidance of the producers nor the expressions of fear on their faces, but on destroying the pathetic excuses of men before him.

It was during this point that Stacey Madison stood in front of Fallout and pressed the microphone closely to his mask. Fallout ignored the ignorant fool and continued on his path. But Stacey knew no quit in her. She continued to pursue Fallout, microphone in hand.

Fallout’s perceptive, yet crazed mind could tolerate this no more. Shouting “WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” Fallout grabbed a nearby chair and threw it straight over Stacey Madison’s head. An unfortunate producer was struck in the head and knocked unconscious by the flying chair.

Choosing to ignore the incident, Stacey Madison decided it was time to query Fallout.

“What do you think of your opponents tonight?”

“Prey.” Fallout stated, calming down from his anger spout.

“Elaborate.” Madison replied.

“I’ve seen some useless people in WZCW already, but none have come close to Joey Sexton. He is everything I despise. Loud, arrogant and has a lust for sex, yet he is weak, cowardly and a little bitch. I’ll enjoy engulfing him into a world of chronic pain. As for Adams, another cowardly fool, who tries to act like the one that’s had the hard life. I can assure you Miss Madison that I am the one that knows the true definition of having a hard life, and I can oblige to give Bobby Adams a trial run.”

“What’s your plan?” Stacey Madison asked, adding the filler before pushing the big question.

“There’s no doubt in my mind that the humans will label me as a target. I have my suspicions Mr Myles made this match for that reason alone.” Fallout briefly paused to analyse this information in his head. “There’s no doubt in my mind that he did it. He underestimates what I can do. Make no mistake Miss Madison, I will make sure I will put Bobby Adams in a bodybag and send it to his wife and children. As for Sexton, nobody likes him anyway, so I’ll just leave him in the ring. I will send Chuck Myles a message to give me stronger competition. Is that enough for you?”

“Not quite, Fallout. I want to know more about you.” Stacey smiled, digging deeper.

“I’d advise you to leave before you get hurt.” Fallout stated without remorse, beginning to hyperventilate.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Stacey declared playfully, whilst examining her fingernails. “You tell me about Viktor Petrov.”

The simple mention of Viktor Petrov ignited Fallout.

“VIKTOR PETROV IS DEAD! THE FUCKING MASK KILLED HIM!”

Stacey Madison took a step back, shocked.

“No he’s not. You’re Viktor Petrov”

Fallout began to tremble wildly as an inner meltdown took place. Yelling "NO!", Fallout flipped a nearby table over and threw nearby chairs around the vicinity. Stacey Madison screamed and ran away from the deranged madman as Fallout continued to let out heavy, raspy breaths from underneath his mask. Fallout waited until she was out of view before he recomposed himself.

“Another one influenced by my fear. And another 2 to strike off my list tonight. Thank you Miss Madison, my drive to annihilate tonight is off the charts” He mummured to himself, before continuing into the arena.

 

[Sexcellence of Sexecution]

September 15th 2013

Joey Sexton (on cell phone): Alright I'm sorry, is that what you want to hear? I shouldn't have said what I said...It was wrong...I was way out of line...

Joey Sexton sits alone in his locker room, attempting to repair burnt bridges.

Sexton (on cell phone): Will you just come back? I need your help Vick...

Vick McCallum (on cell phone): Believe me...I know you do.

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September 16th 2013

Joey Sexton is busily typing away on his laptop. He reads over what he has written out, and proceeds to furiously mash the delete button. He buries his face in his hands, clearly frustrated.

McCallum: Well if it isn't the “Sexcellence of Sexecution”...

Joey turns around and sees that his newly re-hired agent has entered the room.

McCallum: What are you, uh, doing there?

Sexton: Nothing. Don't worry about it.

McCallum: Come on it can't be worse than what I saw you do in Japan.

Sexton: I'm e-fedding, and I need to finish writing this promo before the deadline tonight.

McCallum: You're in an e-fed...

Sexton: Yeah.

McCallum: ...Why?

Sexton: What do you mean?

McCallum: Well, you're a wrestler in real life...

Sexton: So?

McCallum: What's your e-fed wrestling name?

Sexton: Carlos Danger.

McCalum (sighing): Seriously?

Sexton: Yeah, so what?

McCallum: Carlos Danger jokes are played out Joey.

Sexton: What are you talking abou--

McCallum: And speaking of awful jokes, I saw that promo you cut on Corvus a couple weeks ago. What the hell were you thinking with all those lame Batman references?

Sexton: Well I though it made sense becau--

McCallum: I'm going to be blunt with you Joey. WZCW management pretty much thinks you're a hack with no talent. They think you're the drizzling shits. You've had a pretty rough start here, but I'm going to help you turn it around.

Sexton: What did you have in mind?

McCallum: I've got two words for you – dark and gritty.

Sexton: That's three words Vick.

McCallum: WZCW management loves dark and gritty. That's what you need if you want to turn your career around and get the big push.

Sexton: I guess I can give it a shot...

McCallum: Perfect. And by the way Joey I couldn't help but have a look at that promo you were writing for you're e-fed.

Sexton: Yeah, and?

McCallum: Well you seem to have written some of the dialogue in black...

Sexton: So what, who cares?

McCallum: The dialogue has to be in colour Joey! Jesus Christ that's e-fedding 101!

Sexton: Does that really make that big a difference?

McCallum: Trust me. It does.

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September 17th 2013

We see a man dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans, with a black leather trench coat and black dirt bike gloves. He's wearing a lot of black, you get it. His head hangs low, with his dishevelled hair hiding his face. The room in which he is seated is dark, with the only illumination coming from a faint light shining on the man. He slowly begins to look up, and we see an expression of utter contempt and disgust on his face. His angst permeates through the camera.

This is the new Joey Sexton.

Sexton: As I sit here alone in the darkness, I am forced to contemplate the empty and shallow hole my life has become. Over these last few years I have lived a life of sin and my soul has paid the price. I have been tormented, and I am in agony. Now the time has come for me to atone for those sins, by inflicting the same torment on those who would commit the same evil acts that I once had. This is the redemption of Joey Sexton, and-- Okay you know what? Fuck this.

Suddenly the entire room is lit up and he we hear a voice off-camera.

McCallum: What the hell are you doing Joey?

Sexton: I'm sorry Vick, I just can't do it. It's too stupid.

McCallum: Remember what I told you, this is what you need if you want to go to the top!

Sexton: I appreciate the advice Vick, but this just isn't me. Call up the cheap hookers.

McCallum: For fuck sakes.

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About an hour later, after the purchase of said hookers...

Joey Sexton is once again sporting his signature animal print pants. His black T-shirt has been replaced with a bright pink shirt, the front of which reads “GENERATION SEX”. He has his arms around two blonde women dressed in bikini tops and booty shorts.

Sexton: Joey Sexton has been in a lot of three-ways before, but never one quite like this. On Aftershock 28, it's going to be Joey Sexton vs. Fallout vs. Bobby Adams in a Triple Threat Match. You know, I've been to Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, Pakistan and Iraqistan, but I have never, in any of my travels around the world, encountered a bigger freak than Fallout. I saw some weird stuff in Japan, but Fallout still takes the cake.

A couple weeks ago, I said that Joey Sexton was the hero this company needs, and I meant it. I should be the face of WZCW. I am the Sexiest There Is, Sexiest There Was and Sexiest There Ever Will Be. I'm on a mission to bring sexy back to WZCW, and if I'm going to do that, getting rid of Fallout is a good place to start. I mean when you look at Fallout, he is just so not Joey Sexton. This guy looks like something out of horror movie. He's got scars and burns all of his body, he's horribly disfigured, and he has a gas mask permanently fused to his face. I don't even want to imagine what this guy's dongus looks like. What is WZCW thinking, putting me in the ring with a guy like that? I'm gonna need my own gas mask just to block out the smell of his disgusting, irradiated flesh. Forget about Syria, this is a real chemical attack.

And what about Bobby Adams?

Bobby Adams may be one hell of a wrestler, but he isn't half the man that Joey Sexton is. You know, I've heard that Bobby has been having some troubles at home with his Stephanie and I'm really not surprised. Stephanie needs satisfaction from a real man. She needs to find out why they call me Mr. Every Night. Stephanie, I realize things might be a little tough for you right now, but I want you to know that my victory at Aftershock 28 is dedicated to you. I know you'll be watching baby, so I had something special made for the occasion.

He tears away his animal print pants to reveal some extremely tight wrestling trunks, with a portrait of Stephanie Adams plastered on the crotch.

Sexton: And Bobby if you're not down with that...well then I've just got two words for ya...

The two hookers turn around, revealing the words written on the back of their shorts. SEX SELLS.