Post by Xavier Cross on Nov 13, 2009 0:23:39 GMT -6
The view is black and white, a man sits on a porch chair. We notice its Xavier Cross, his elbows rest on his knees, his hunched over his palms across his eyes. Cross lets off a sense of agony, as his hands slid across his head, through his hair. His face is full of scruff, as tears roll down his face, dripping on the deck below. The familiar Nine Inch Nails guitar rift comes in, as the scene slowly crystallizes to black. The song lyrics slowly fill the screen one by one.
Once the first few lyrics fade, a scene reopens. Its Xavier standing in front of a heavy bag. The picture is still black and white, but his face shows obvious wear and tiredness, but his hands still swing like rockets, contacting with the bag. Stepping back he leans into one hard punch, once he makes contact he falls to his knees. The same old man who trained Xavier occasionally runs over, Cross puts his hand up, the old man slowly backs off, folding his arms smirking.
Cross picks himself up, looking at the heavy bag. The camera focuses in on his eyes, obviously he is far away, completely lost from where he is, tired, exhausted, out of fumes. But still he returns to his feet, his stance is shaky, the music starts coming in again strong, as he goes to throw another punch as the scene freezes with his arm, and this breaks away like shattered glass to another black screen, the lyrics again appear.
The songs fades into the background, as our third scene opens up. This time its Xavier and Cari. The husband and wife are standing staring at each other. Frozen in time, the love temporary lost in their lives. The music slowly starts coming in louder, as they seem to come unfrozen. Cari has tears running down her face, Xavier is yelling something, but the only thing we can hear is the familiar voice of, Trent Reznor singing his sad song.
Cross picks up a stack full of papers shaking it in front of her face, she starts crying turning away. Xavier turns her around, yelling then throws the papers against the walls, Cari turns to walk away, and Xavier reaches out. Again the scene freezes, except for Cari who continues to walk out the door. We look at Xavier’s face, despite the fact he is frozen in the scene, a look of complete anguish is laid across his face, strewed with anger, and the loss of life through his tears, which roll down his face as though they were raging rivers.
The camera opens a scene, it seems hidden. Xavier sits again on the front porch. We see a belt in his left hand, gripped tightly. The camera is away from his view, his current actions caught unintentionally. Wrapping the belt around his right bicep, biting the strap it is pulled tightly. His left finger now taps his forearm, moving up to where his the belt is tied, finding a vein.
Then his left hand, moves like death through the cold night, to the table where a syringe lays, full of hate, anguish and lost dreams. A product sold on the street, heroin. Lifting it up, he pushes the needle outwards, a bit of the liquid hate pushed out of the top. Looking satisfied Xavier takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. The scene freezes, and then shatters like a broken window pane.
The scene flips back to the porch where Xavier had sat before, the camera moves around to see the syringe, shattered, the heroin slowly dripping through the cracks of the deck, unused. The belt is hung around the banister, the only thing that is left on the porch, in the wooden chair Xavier had once sat, is a picture frame. The picture inside is that of himself, holding Cari, who is sitting down in a wheel chair holding Landon and Isabella, it was taken the day after their birth. Despite all the pain Cari had suffered, comfort floods her face, in a smile because Xavier is standing behind her. In Xavier’s brown eyes, a life floods where the emptiness had been shown as of late. A smile, etched on his face lays as a remaindered of what once was. Next to the picture, is a colt revolver, the chamber out, one bullet laid ready to fire.
The camera turns to Xavier, his face swollen and red from tears, as it freezes on his face. Then slowly breaks away to blackness…
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on my pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
To see if I still feel
I focus on my pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
Once the first few lyrics fade, a scene reopens. Its Xavier standing in front of a heavy bag. The picture is still black and white, but his face shows obvious wear and tiredness, but his hands still swing like rockets, contacting with the bag. Stepping back he leans into one hard punch, once he makes contact he falls to his knees. The same old man who trained Xavier occasionally runs over, Cross puts his hand up, the old man slowly backs off, folding his arms smirking.
Cross picks himself up, looking at the heavy bag. The camera focuses in on his eyes, obviously he is far away, completely lost from where he is, tired, exhausted, out of fumes. But still he returns to his feet, his stance is shaky, the music starts coming in again strong, as he goes to throw another punch as the scene freezes with his arm, and this breaks away like shattered glass to another black screen, the lyrics again appear.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
The songs fades into the background, as our third scene opens up. This time its Xavier and Cari. The husband and wife are standing staring at each other. Frozen in time, the love temporary lost in their lives. The music slowly starts coming in louder, as they seem to come unfrozen. Cari has tears running down her face, Xavier is yelling something, but the only thing we can hear is the familiar voice of, Trent Reznor singing his sad song.
Cross picks up a stack full of papers shaking it in front of her face, she starts crying turning away. Xavier turns her around, yelling then throws the papers against the walls, Cari turns to walk away, and Xavier reaches out. Again the scene freezes, except for Cari who continues to walk out the door. We look at Xavier’s face, despite the fact he is frozen in the scene, a look of complete anguish is laid across his face, strewed with anger, and the loss of life through his tears, which roll down his face as though they were raging rivers.
I wear this crown of ****
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
The camera opens a scene, it seems hidden. Xavier sits again on the front porch. We see a belt in his left hand, gripped tightly. The camera is away from his view, his current actions caught unintentionally. Wrapping the belt around his right bicep, biting the strap it is pulled tightly. His left finger now taps his forearm, moving up to where his the belt is tied, finding a vein.
Then his left hand, moves like death through the cold night, to the table where a syringe lays, full of hate, anguish and lost dreams. A product sold on the street, heroin. Lifting it up, he pushes the needle outwards, a bit of the liquid hate pushed out of the top. Looking satisfied Xavier takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. The scene freezes, and then shatters like a broken window pane.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
*********
There are times when a man is the weakest, vulnerable to all attacks. Even the greatest men, fell to blind trust, betrayal by their followers, even their closes friends. Thus why one of the most famous quotes, ‘E Tu Brute?’ referring to Julius Caesar’s last words, as he looked up, seeing the last knife in him, was from he closest and best friend, Brutus. Now some legends say, in the many circles and divisions of hell, in the furthest one three men lay in the Satan’s three mouths, using every ounce of strength they have to stop the vicious beast’s mouth from engulfing them, one of those men is Brutus, another is Judas. Two men who have gone down in history as the worst men, scum of the earth. But on any of these ideas, the thoughts of complete fiction, we cast the people who betray us furthest away from our hearts. Those who stab us deeply, and recently I have felt like Caesar, or Jesus Christ himself. I hid it away in my cocky overtone, my poor jokes, a winning streak, and my X-treme title. I thought I buried the hatchet, and for once my personal life was being handled behind closed doors. I finally thought I had taken care of the problem a few weeks back. But like everything, my past comes back to haunt me. Will Washington is the ghost of my past, but I will get to that soon enough, I feel as though as I cannot trust Everyman or Dirty Deal to finish the job, I still have a career to uphold correct?
First, I look at Gib. A man, like another man in this match, Lance Ryan. Who is way past his prime. A man who the fans keep cheering on, who will keep pushing himself, and his body to the limits, even when the next match might end his career, and any chances of living a pain free retirement out the window. Most people would have respect for that kind of athlete, that kind of man. But I just see you as another guy eating up the spotlight for more capable men. There is a point when it just gets pathetic, and now you have to leech off Adam Knite, the man the world is given to in this company? Gib, if I don’t end your career, I put the faith of that duty in the hands of Dirty Deal, who are being belittled because of their redneck life styles, their rough neck sense. Well I say more power to them, because unlike you, they know exactly who they are, and they don’t need these ambient idiots that pay money to watch you work your way into a wheel chair Gib. You’re pathetic, but not as pathetic as your tag partner….
Adam Knite…a man who has used his dick to get everywhere in this company. The fact you’re ****ing the bosses daughter doesn’t begin to cease to amaze me. You held the top prize of this company before falling to Falcon months ago. How far have you fallen from grace, does Daddy Dearest not care if his girl is getting her orgasms, or is it because she is getting it from someone else. If that the case, then I feel your pain. But aside from that, I don’t see anything about you that is worth my time, or respect. You’re pathetic, and beneath me. You always have been, I mean you were the one I beat for my first reign as X-Treme champion. You were weak then, and you continue to be weak now. You partner up with a has been, a man who’s only worth will come from his life insurance check. Do you really care what these people thing, no matter how you act, no matter you athleticism, or abilities, they’re blinded by who is hip, who is cool, who is the good guy. These people only respect you when you do the right thing for them, but what happens when you do the right thing for yourself, they crucify you, they hate you. You become their Brutus, their Judas, their Satan. So, I leave you to Dirty Deal, do whatever you please with them...we all know who I am focused on.
Now Lance Ryan, a man I fought a few weeks back before someone ****ed me over. You won because of some retard running around in the shadows, but weeks ago I shut him up. You got lucky, some would call it taking advantage, but you did beat me. I let my guard down for one moment. But to say you’re a better man than me, to say that I’ve blown my chances to be the best in this industry….I would say you were right, I was weak, I did things for everyone but myself. I would have gotten myself involved in something that I didn’t belong to, do good deeds to try and help me sleep at night. But the fact is, I went to bed alone, and I wake up alone. So in the end, I only have to worry about myself. The check I make, the money I make of course the goes to my kids, but my decisions are my own, the glory, the failure. I take on my back, and mine alone. So if we lose this match, I’ll take my little bit of heat, but in the end, winning, losing, titles, championships, respect, all of that… it means nothing, the only thing I want now is blood. Revenge. Retribution… Everyman, this is your guy, I could careless about Lance at this point.
Which is where I turn my attention to you, William Washington. I focused solely on you before, but I let off plenty of steam on my other opponents. But when I think of you, I can feel my blood boiling, I feel the stream rising, the hate in my eyes, in my heart in my soul. I’ve never felt a pain like what you have brought upon me. No amount of torture, chair shots, or submission holds could possible do what you’ve done to me. You can break my body, but you have taken a shot into something not many people can comprehend, you took a shot at my soul. My heart. My life. There are lines people don’t crossed, and you crossed it. Despite the fact she came to you, you did something no man should ever do to another. You took my wife, I know you two had relations, I know everything that happened. Details sparred me, and in my weakest moments, the contemplations of ending it all, well the flooded me like the levee had broken. I felt anguish that I hadn’t felt in years, I wanted to end it all for a moment. But then it shined on me, I have an opportunity where I can make you pay, I want you to physically feel what I have felt inside since I discovered my wife’s infidelity. I want to smell the copper scent of your blood, I want to feel your skin ripping, my fist breaking your jaw. I want to hear your bones crack under my self asserted pressure. I want to hear you scream in agony as I slowly, and thoroughly break you into pieces. I will not only hurt you, I am gunning to end you. Paramedics, security they can all stand by, but I want the satisfaction of watching the life flee your eyes. I want your soul, your eternal damnation rests on the whim of my thoughts. I will not only beat you, I will destroy you. You have evoked an anger that no man should ever have to deal with. My life is worth more than this, and if anything that is what I have learned, aside from my kids nothing else will ever be put before myself. My heart shattered, but now its frozen cold to the touch. You have ruined my life, now I will ends yours. That is no guarantee, nor a promise, nor do I swear by it, because my words can never express the deep seething hatred that I have for you. God for bid, we are in the ring together at the same time, I would suggest tagging someone else in, because Will, I want you. I want to hurt you, I want to mangle and break you. I have never hated someone so much before in my entire life. As a soldier, you know what it takes to kill. Look in my eyes Will, there isn’t anything left there to hold me back, you broke me, unleashed something unholy, a godless killing machine Will. Now can you handle the repercussions?”
First, I look at Gib. A man, like another man in this match, Lance Ryan. Who is way past his prime. A man who the fans keep cheering on, who will keep pushing himself, and his body to the limits, even when the next match might end his career, and any chances of living a pain free retirement out the window. Most people would have respect for that kind of athlete, that kind of man. But I just see you as another guy eating up the spotlight for more capable men. There is a point when it just gets pathetic, and now you have to leech off Adam Knite, the man the world is given to in this company? Gib, if I don’t end your career, I put the faith of that duty in the hands of Dirty Deal, who are being belittled because of their redneck life styles, their rough neck sense. Well I say more power to them, because unlike you, they know exactly who they are, and they don’t need these ambient idiots that pay money to watch you work your way into a wheel chair Gib. You’re pathetic, but not as pathetic as your tag partner….
Adam Knite…a man who has used his dick to get everywhere in this company. The fact you’re ****ing the bosses daughter doesn’t begin to cease to amaze me. You held the top prize of this company before falling to Falcon months ago. How far have you fallen from grace, does Daddy Dearest not care if his girl is getting her orgasms, or is it because she is getting it from someone else. If that the case, then I feel your pain. But aside from that, I don’t see anything about you that is worth my time, or respect. You’re pathetic, and beneath me. You always have been, I mean you were the one I beat for my first reign as X-Treme champion. You were weak then, and you continue to be weak now. You partner up with a has been, a man who’s only worth will come from his life insurance check. Do you really care what these people thing, no matter how you act, no matter you athleticism, or abilities, they’re blinded by who is hip, who is cool, who is the good guy. These people only respect you when you do the right thing for them, but what happens when you do the right thing for yourself, they crucify you, they hate you. You become their Brutus, their Judas, their Satan. So, I leave you to Dirty Deal, do whatever you please with them...we all know who I am focused on.
Now Lance Ryan, a man I fought a few weeks back before someone ****ed me over. You won because of some retard running around in the shadows, but weeks ago I shut him up. You got lucky, some would call it taking advantage, but you did beat me. I let my guard down for one moment. But to say you’re a better man than me, to say that I’ve blown my chances to be the best in this industry….I would say you were right, I was weak, I did things for everyone but myself. I would have gotten myself involved in something that I didn’t belong to, do good deeds to try and help me sleep at night. But the fact is, I went to bed alone, and I wake up alone. So in the end, I only have to worry about myself. The check I make, the money I make of course the goes to my kids, but my decisions are my own, the glory, the failure. I take on my back, and mine alone. So if we lose this match, I’ll take my little bit of heat, but in the end, winning, losing, titles, championships, respect, all of that… it means nothing, the only thing I want now is blood. Revenge. Retribution… Everyman, this is your guy, I could careless about Lance at this point.
Which is where I turn my attention to you, William Washington. I focused solely on you before, but I let off plenty of steam on my other opponents. But when I think of you, I can feel my blood boiling, I feel the stream rising, the hate in my eyes, in my heart in my soul. I’ve never felt a pain like what you have brought upon me. No amount of torture, chair shots, or submission holds could possible do what you’ve done to me. You can break my body, but you have taken a shot into something not many people can comprehend, you took a shot at my soul. My heart. My life. There are lines people don’t crossed, and you crossed it. Despite the fact she came to you, you did something no man should ever do to another. You took my wife, I know you two had relations, I know everything that happened. Details sparred me, and in my weakest moments, the contemplations of ending it all, well the flooded me like the levee had broken. I felt anguish that I hadn’t felt in years, I wanted to end it all for a moment. But then it shined on me, I have an opportunity where I can make you pay, I want you to physically feel what I have felt inside since I discovered my wife’s infidelity. I want to smell the copper scent of your blood, I want to feel your skin ripping, my fist breaking your jaw. I want to hear your bones crack under my self asserted pressure. I want to hear you scream in agony as I slowly, and thoroughly break you into pieces. I will not only hurt you, I am gunning to end you. Paramedics, security they can all stand by, but I want the satisfaction of watching the life flee your eyes. I want your soul, your eternal damnation rests on the whim of my thoughts. I will not only beat you, I will destroy you. You have evoked an anger that no man should ever have to deal with. My life is worth more than this, and if anything that is what I have learned, aside from my kids nothing else will ever be put before myself. My heart shattered, but now its frozen cold to the touch. You have ruined my life, now I will ends yours. That is no guarantee, nor a promise, nor do I swear by it, because my words can never express the deep seething hatred that I have for you. God for bid, we are in the ring together at the same time, I would suggest tagging someone else in, because Will, I want you. I want to hurt you, I want to mangle and break you. I have never hated someone so much before in my entire life. As a soldier, you know what it takes to kill. Look in my eyes Will, there isn’t anything left there to hold me back, you broke me, unleashed something unholy, a godless killing machine Will. Now can you handle the repercussions?”
*****
The scene flips back to the porch where Xavier had sat before, the camera moves around to see the syringe, shattered, the heroin slowly dripping through the cracks of the deck, unused. The belt is hung around the banister, the only thing that is left on the porch, in the wooden chair Xavier had once sat, is a picture frame. The picture inside is that of himself, holding Cari, who is sitting down in a wheel chair holding Landon and Isabella, it was taken the day after their birth. Despite all the pain Cari had suffered, comfort floods her face, in a smile because Xavier is standing behind her. In Xavier’s brown eyes, a life floods where the emptiness had been shown as of late. A smile, etched on his face lays as a remaindered of what once was. Next to the picture, is a colt revolver, the chamber out, one bullet laid ready to fire.
“Sometimes, we realize, the easiest ways out, aren’t the right ways. Everything was taken from me, now I have to start over. I had my moment of weakness William. You stole from me something I’ll never quite get back, but I won’t give up, or run away from it. I’ll fight it all head on. Can you really handle a man with nothing to lose?…We will see Sunday…”
The camera turns to Xavier, his face swollen and red from tears, as it freezes on his face. Then slowly breaks away to blackness…
