Post by Xavier Cross on Nov 18, 2009 13:55:11 GMT -6
After Collision
“Let me go! I’m fine…the show isn’t over the credits are rolling! Let me get one good shot at him! C’mon!”
Xavier is shown trying to push past security guards, and the n.C.w doctor, all of which are holding him back. He eventually gives up, though it is visible in his face that he is frustrated, the doctor is giving him the once over, looking for concussions, and any breaks or fractures. As he is checking, the n.C.w security exit’s the room, and as the finally file out, Mr. Leonard Fox himself enters the room.
Mr. Fox
“Look son…you made the verbal agreement earlier tonight. If either you, or Will Washington come within thirty feet of each other, the match is nullified and you’re both suspended. If either of the strike the other, you’re contract is automatically void, and you will be immediately fired. Do you understand me? As for mind games, the staff has decided to place you first on the card, meaning once the introductions are done, you can have at each other.”
Xavier looks up at his boss, rubbing his chin he smirks, then starts laughing as Fox shakes his head. Turning to leave, before Leonard completely exits he stops,
Mr. Fox
“Xavier…both you and Washington are bright young stars…sometimes personal matters need to be settled outside the ring. I didn’t want this match to happen, nor do I feel completely right about letting it happen. But sometimes it takes a real man to understand, and walk away. It doesn’t make you a coward, or wrong, nor does it make you right. But walking away, it makes you free son….”
Xavier raises his brow, looking at his boss. But before Xavier can say anything, he exits and the door closes. Xavier looks over at the doctor who shrugs his shoulders as the cameras go black.
Monday Morning
“C’mon you bitch! Get up! You’re not going to beat a dangerous war veteran like Will Washington if you’re gonna sleep your mornings away!!!”
Blankets stir on a large hotel bed, Xavier’s head pops out from under the covers looking around. He sees the clock which reads 4:03 am. Xavier lets out a lion-esc yawn, as he pulls himself up in a sitting position wiping the sleep away from his eyes. Looking around he notice where the noise is coming from, a grizzle old man, wearing a matching pair of gray sweats, and hooded sweatshirt.
“What the hell are you doing here old man? Better question, how the hell did you get into my room?”
“Someone has to make sure you’re in tip top shape, and lately you’ve been lacking, you’re on a losing streak, and no man from my gym is going to blow a shot at a world championship. Nor will I see a man who has had his personal life swirl down the drain just breeze through this week. So for the next six days, you’re my bitch.”
“You’re like eighty years old, you should be treasuring the last few weeks you have alive.”
“Boy I’m gonna outlive you if you walk into this street fight unprepared! Now get your ass up I’ll be waiting outside…”
“Whatever old man…”
Five Minutes Later...
The old man comes back into the room, Xavier is promptly asleep, drool watering out from his mouth. The old man reaches down, in a conveniently placed duffle bag pulling out two pots. Walking closer to the bed, he gets right behind Xavier’s head before clanging the pots and pans together.
“NO BRUCE WILLIS I DON’T WANT TO WALK YOUR ASS!”
“What the hell are you dreaming about boy?!”
“Why the hell are you still here?!”
“GET UP!”
The old man slams the pots together, as Xavier leaps off the bed, onto his feet. Wearing a pair of boxers that have his name embroidered on the back.
“You are one egotistical S.o.B.”
“They’re warm…”
“Really…I’ve been wearing long johns and they just don’t do it for me anymore…”
“Its because you’re dying…”
One Hour Later
“You’re insane old man!”
“You’re a pussy!”
We hear a crack of a whip, but its actually a jump rope across the back of Xavier Cross who is running shirtless on a treadmill. The speed is set to ten, and Cross seems to be running for his life. Sitting in front of him on stools are the two men he had trained with in the old man’s gym. Both are holding squirt guns.
“Spray him again!”
Both men take aim, and press the trigger as, two streams of water hit Xavier, who lets out a high pitched scream and falls down, hitting the treadmill and getting sent flying backwards leg first into a wall. Looking up, Xavier is dazed a bit, the old man and his two lackeys walk over as Xavier shakes his head and passes out.
“Spray him again, its only six o’clock and he has another hour of treadmill before we move on…”
The two lackeys shrug their shoulders, before emptying the water on Cross who is yet to move.
Monday Afternoon
Cross is on the ground position, the long haired lackey is in the top position. The two men are working Greco-roman style wrestling. The old man stands on the edge of the mat with a whistle in his lips. Xavier looks down at the mat, waiting for the whistle. The lackey up top looks at the old man, who nods his head, as he immediately throws Xavier into a half nelson, wrenching him downwards, the old man blows the whistle after the hold is locked in. Grunting Xavier calms himself before ducking his head under the lackey and forcing himself out of the hold, returning to his feet.
“What are you playing at Geezer…”
“Expect the unexpected!”
He blows his whistle again, and Xavier looks at the long hair lackey who too has returned to his feet, but his expression on his face has changed. Xavier feeling off takes a step to the side, and ducks, as a metal folding chair swings over where his head had just been, and contacts with the long haired lackey.
“What the hell?!”
“Damn it Billy you missed!”
Xavier quickly hit’s a roundhouse kick, connecting with the side of Billy’s head, as he falls forward landing onto the long haired lackey. Xavier picks up the chair and approaches the old man with a bit of fire in his eyes.
“You’re gonna get it old man…call it euthanasia…”
The screen is black, we hear the sounds of the former great, the legend, Ray Charles. His sad blues instilled voice fills the darkness. A photo slowly slides into the scene, the camera zooms in we see Xavier laying in a open grassy field, his home just in the background. The picture takes the entire screen up and becomes animated
Georgia, Georgia
The whole day through (the whole day through)
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind)
I said a Georgia, Georgia
A song of you (a song of you)
Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in the peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you
The whole day through (the whole day through)
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind)
I said a Georgia, Georgia
A song of you (a song of you)
Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in the peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you
Cari walks into the scene, and lays her head on Xavier’s chest, they exchange words she leans up and the two share a kiss. As they kiss, their two children run into the scene and climb over each parent. A round of smiles is shared, but dark, looming clouds fill the background as Cari, Landon, and Belle fade into nothingness, and Xavier is left sprawled out on the ground looking at the sky. The sweet ballad of Ray Charles, turns into something vicious of Rev Theory…
Head down on a pillow of concrete
I won't rest in peace either way
And I won't be forgiven
And I will never give in
I'll give you something if you wanna believe
Won't ever belong
Just wanna be free
I won't rest in peace either way
And I won't be forgiven
And I will never give in
I'll give you something if you wanna believe
Won't ever belong
Just wanna be free
Xavier stands up, and the scene seems to dissolve around him, he reaches up, and is now hanging from the barbwire Ultimate X structure, Shaddix only feet away from him. Pulling his legs up, he reaches out grabbing Shaddix, the two exchange fists, but Xavier grabs him and somehow as he legs go manages to twist him into the Crossifixion, dropping Shaddix on his face, Xavier tries to pull himself up, but leans on the ropes looking upwards to the title. The scene begins to fade, the ring disappears and Xavier is leaning against a tree now, the title belt turns into the sun. Looking around, Xavier shakes his head a bit confused, his kids come running up to him again. Cari smiles holding a picnic basket walking behind the kids, as they play with a soccer ball. Cari moves closer to Xavier, putting the basket down stroking his face. The music changes back to a peaceful melody.
I said Georgia, oh Georgia, no peace I find (no peace i find)
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind oh)
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you
Oh Georgia
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind oh)
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you
Oh Georgia
Xavier kisses Cari, who playfully avoids him and runs away a few feet. The kids are off in the distance, Xavier’s eyes wander to them before back to his wife. She motions for him to come near, and as he stands up someone moves past him, a man a inch or so taller than him wearing a fancy dress jacket, and jeans. She runs into his arms, and they share a kiss, when he turns around its Will Washington. Xavier stands up, the clouds grow dark again. His fist clenches, and he charges at the two, and aims to tackle, he goes right through them as they fade into nothingness, as the scene changes around him, he’s diving through the air crashing through a table and Ace’s body. The music changes up again to Rev Theory.
I'm a wanted man
Got blood on my hands
You keep tellin' me to back down
Won't do it
Livin' on the wrong side of a bullet
I'm a wanted man
Never stood a chance
Renegade from the day that I knew it
Livin' on the wrong side of a bullet
Got blood on my hands
You keep tellin' me to back down
Won't do it
Livin' on the wrong side of a bullet
I'm a wanted man
Never stood a chance
Renegade from the day that I knew it
Livin' on the wrong side of a bullet
Xavier pulls himself out of the wreckage, the ref goes to lift his hand up, but the entire scene vaporizes away, and he’s left standing in blackness, a strange remix of the two songs that had played through the situation comes across as he looks around, for a way to escape.
No peace, no peace I find
And if i get out alive
Just an old, sweet song
I won't be on my knees
Keeps Georgia on my mind
And if I get out alive...
And if i get out alive
Just an old, sweet song
I won't be on my knees
Keeps Georgia on my mind
And if I get out alive...
Only a person can make his or her dreams come true. We decide the path, and we decide how far we follow it. Do you fall off the path, or choose to take another, go against the grain or flow with the water. It seems that my whole life has been an uphill struggle, and I can’t find to catch a breath, the water encloses on my lungs and I ponder. Did I do everything I could, was my life worth living? Those questions act as weights, anchors that will drag you down to the darkest waters in the deepest oceans. I have had anchors tied to my throat since day one, whether people around me, my situation , or even my own worst enemy, myself had tied those anchors. This Sunday, at Mind Games, I take the weights off. I become lighter than life. I will rise above everything, my life, my sins, my success, my failures, and most of all my regrets. I’m the father of children, children William Washington pointed out are young enough to grow up, and accept having another father. Young enough where memories of me, would be like a distant dream. So you want to take my kids away from me William, then I suggest you falter my breathing, you rip the very heart from my chest, and as it beats, you come to grips that I would rather die than give my children up. Not to my soon to be ex-wife, to the government, to anyone else, and especially not you.
Cari…I know you’re somewhere, probably with him. I guess this is the first time I’ll address this, and the very last. You broke me, you did what no man could ever dream of doing in the ring, parking lot, or any other place I would pick a fight. You hurt me, you ripped my heart out from my chest, you threw it away like it was nothing and for what. Soldier boy? Play your little G.I. Joe games, do whatever you want. But I’ll tell you what, you know why M.P.’s don’t take a shower before going into battle…because they wash up on shore. Just like Washington, I’m not going to only beat him, I’m going to break him, do everything in my physical power to let him know how much pain I’ve been put through. I want to hear every bone I put pressure on snap, I want to hear the impact of my fists, kicks, elbows, knees, every single strike I lay onto him, I want to hear the pleasure of my strike hitting his skin, the agony in the blow. If I lock him in a choke hold, I want to feel the pressure of my arms around his throat, squeezing the life out of him like the last bit of toothpaste. I want to smell the blood running from the injuries, the gashes, the lacerations, I’ll take barbwire and write my name across his body. Let him remember who it is that ended him, that Xavier Cross is entirely the embodiment of hell, of a war he’ll never overcome. Bring your guns, your soldiers, tanks, planes, and ships. Bring whatever you want Washington…
Someone once said love is a battlefield, now I’m fighting a war for one stupid whore. Some may call me fickle, but when you take away everything I hold near and dear, from something as insignificant as a title, to something as important to me as my children. I never drove them away, she took them, she ran to you when I wasn’t around, trying to further myself so I can provide for them. Go beyond the measures of a man to be a better husband, and a great father. In life, we all leave behind a legacy in our children, well I’ll make sure I’ll put a smile on their faces, because I know with a divorce comes a horrible custody battle, but I was always the sole provider. Plus infidelity doesn’t fit well on the I’m a number one mom category, sure I’ve had my short comings in the past, and I’ve screwed up. But when it comes to my kids, there is no middle ground of quitting, and being there, or giving up, and caring, of loving them more than I love myself or anything else in this world. You see will, I don’t care how many titles I win, or who I beat, just know that I can put a smile on my kids faces, clothes on their backs, and a good life for the future, then that’s all I need.
But in concurrence to the idea of winning a shot to go one on one with Falcon again for the world title. Oh yes, I did say Falcon, because the champ has an easy title defense this week, facing the greatest has been to ever pull the blanket over the eyes of the fans, Jason. And the pathetic underdog, the little guy, Jack Hammond. Maybe its just my ego talking, but who does a match of the magnitude, not only is it a street fight, and contains what I hate to say, a good wrestling in his own right, Will Washington. But the grace of god himself, the last gift to you pathetic idiots, Xavier Cross? We’re leading off, I mean don’t get me wrong, I love Derek Jeter, but c’mon we’re easily Alex Rodriguez Homerun ****…I’ll make the greatest self declaration in the history of professional. Through breaks to retirement, from titles to contenders, from ring rats to big cats. I’m the LeBron Bird Jordan, the Magic Hakeem Russell, this isn’t a hustle. I am the Yankees, the Dodges, and the Red Sox rolled into one. Call me Pretty Boy, call me the best pound for pound. I’ll rope a dope and catch a fiend. I am Ali, I am Allah, I am Jesus, your savior and God. I’m the Biggie Smalls, the Tupac, the Jay-Z of this wrestling ****, pay attention. Call me Young Weezy, Lil Jeezy or anything in between. I’m a bright star, big cars, big fame. But you’re the one who stuck the dick into my wife until that bitch came. But will, this is a big game, this is something I’m about to change. So pay attention one last time, one last line and one last rhyme. I. Am. The. Greatest.
By greatest I am great, but great I mean godly. The fans can cheer or boo, but at the end of the day I sell tickets, I sell books, I sell dvds I sell movies. I am the greatest wrestler to ever strap on a pair of boots, and as many insults that can fly, as many people can laugh it off. I’m consistently coming at you, never backing down from anyone. I’ll never shrug **** off, I’ll carry every little weight of this world on my shoulder. I won’t agree, and I won’t bend to the rules or the holsters. I’m a wild gun, and that’s how it will always remain. I’m the greatest those four corners have ever seen, I’m more Hogan than Hulk, got more Flair than Ric, I’m the ultimate warrior, I’m better than Bret. I’ll choke you like Benoit, or wreck you like Elizabeth. I sting like a scorpion but I float like a butterfly, and you can bet money that I’m untouchable. The King of Kings, the showstopper for sure. Gimmick infringements and law suits about to hit the fan, but you can put the smart money on me. Will I break, will I bow. Now to an inferior man like you, there isn’t a man on this planet earth that can stand toe to toe with me Will. I am the mother ****in greatest to ever pick up the microphone, and throw someone in an arm bar. Whether it be boxing, mixed martial arts, or wrestling, there is no doubt in anyone’s minds, as much as they’ll refuse to say it, they know deep down in their stomachs. That. I am the greatest. Call me Rolling Stones, Paul Lennon, I’m better than Jesus, I’m always going to stay ahead. I’ll sell records go platinum and I haven’t ever sang a song. But don’t test me son, I’m about to put you to bed, Will Washington go ahead and lay down your head. I am god’s greatest gift, but I’m your worst nightmare, and if you don’t fear that then, you’re going to love being brain dead. So put the earphones on, and jam to some Metallica, listen to one. Listen to the painful message of that story, of a soldier and his gun. I want to you take the pain of being a prisoner in his own body, because to revive you when I’m done is going to take emergency respiratory.
Cari…I know you’re somewhere, probably with him. I guess this is the first time I’ll address this, and the very last. You broke me, you did what no man could ever dream of doing in the ring, parking lot, or any other place I would pick a fight. You hurt me, you ripped my heart out from my chest, you threw it away like it was nothing and for what. Soldier boy? Play your little G.I. Joe games, do whatever you want. But I’ll tell you what, you know why M.P.’s don’t take a shower before going into battle…because they wash up on shore. Just like Washington, I’m not going to only beat him, I’m going to break him, do everything in my physical power to let him know how much pain I’ve been put through. I want to hear every bone I put pressure on snap, I want to hear the impact of my fists, kicks, elbows, knees, every single strike I lay onto him, I want to hear the pleasure of my strike hitting his skin, the agony in the blow. If I lock him in a choke hold, I want to feel the pressure of my arms around his throat, squeezing the life out of him like the last bit of toothpaste. I want to smell the blood running from the injuries, the gashes, the lacerations, I’ll take barbwire and write my name across his body. Let him remember who it is that ended him, that Xavier Cross is entirely the embodiment of hell, of a war he’ll never overcome. Bring your guns, your soldiers, tanks, planes, and ships. Bring whatever you want Washington…
Someone once said love is a battlefield, now I’m fighting a war for one stupid whore. Some may call me fickle, but when you take away everything I hold near and dear, from something as insignificant as a title, to something as important to me as my children. I never drove them away, she took them, she ran to you when I wasn’t around, trying to further myself so I can provide for them. Go beyond the measures of a man to be a better husband, and a great father. In life, we all leave behind a legacy in our children, well I’ll make sure I’ll put a smile on their faces, because I know with a divorce comes a horrible custody battle, but I was always the sole provider. Plus infidelity doesn’t fit well on the I’m a number one mom category, sure I’ve had my short comings in the past, and I’ve screwed up. But when it comes to my kids, there is no middle ground of quitting, and being there, or giving up, and caring, of loving them more than I love myself or anything else in this world. You see will, I don’t care how many titles I win, or who I beat, just know that I can put a smile on my kids faces, clothes on their backs, and a good life for the future, then that’s all I need.
But in concurrence to the idea of winning a shot to go one on one with Falcon again for the world title. Oh yes, I did say Falcon, because the champ has an easy title defense this week, facing the greatest has been to ever pull the blanket over the eyes of the fans, Jason. And the pathetic underdog, the little guy, Jack Hammond. Maybe its just my ego talking, but who does a match of the magnitude, not only is it a street fight, and contains what I hate to say, a good wrestling in his own right, Will Washington. But the grace of god himself, the last gift to you pathetic idiots, Xavier Cross? We’re leading off, I mean don’t get me wrong, I love Derek Jeter, but c’mon we’re easily Alex Rodriguez Homerun ****…I’ll make the greatest self declaration in the history of professional. Through breaks to retirement, from titles to contenders, from ring rats to big cats. I’m the LeBron Bird Jordan, the Magic Hakeem Russell, this isn’t a hustle. I am the Yankees, the Dodges, and the Red Sox rolled into one. Call me Pretty Boy, call me the best pound for pound. I’ll rope a dope and catch a fiend. I am Ali, I am Allah, I am Jesus, your savior and God. I’m the Biggie Smalls, the Tupac, the Jay-Z of this wrestling ****, pay attention. Call me Young Weezy, Lil Jeezy or anything in between. I’m a bright star, big cars, big fame. But you’re the one who stuck the dick into my wife until that bitch came. But will, this is a big game, this is something I’m about to change. So pay attention one last time, one last line and one last rhyme. I. Am. The. Greatest.
By greatest I am great, but great I mean godly. The fans can cheer or boo, but at the end of the day I sell tickets, I sell books, I sell dvds I sell movies. I am the greatest wrestler to ever strap on a pair of boots, and as many insults that can fly, as many people can laugh it off. I’m consistently coming at you, never backing down from anyone. I’ll never shrug **** off, I’ll carry every little weight of this world on my shoulder. I won’t agree, and I won’t bend to the rules or the holsters. I’m a wild gun, and that’s how it will always remain. I’m the greatest those four corners have ever seen, I’m more Hogan than Hulk, got more Flair than Ric, I’m the ultimate warrior, I’m better than Bret. I’ll choke you like Benoit, or wreck you like Elizabeth. I sting like a scorpion but I float like a butterfly, and you can bet money that I’m untouchable. The King of Kings, the showstopper for sure. Gimmick infringements and law suits about to hit the fan, but you can put the smart money on me. Will I break, will I bow. Now to an inferior man like you, there isn’t a man on this planet earth that can stand toe to toe with me Will. I am the mother ****in greatest to ever pick up the microphone, and throw someone in an arm bar. Whether it be boxing, mixed martial arts, or wrestling, there is no doubt in anyone’s minds, as much as they’ll refuse to say it, they know deep down in their stomachs. That. I am the greatest. Call me Rolling Stones, Paul Lennon, I’m better than Jesus, I’m always going to stay ahead. I’ll sell records go platinum and I haven’t ever sang a song. But don’t test me son, I’m about to put you to bed, Will Washington go ahead and lay down your head. I am god’s greatest gift, but I’m your worst nightmare, and if you don’t fear that then, you’re going to love being brain dead. So put the earphones on, and jam to some Metallica, listen to one. Listen to the painful message of that story, of a soldier and his gun. I want to you take the pain of being a prisoner in his own body, because to revive you when I’m done is going to take emergency respiratory.
Wednesday, 11:09 AM
Xavier Cross sits in a chair, at an air port. One small carry on bag lays underneath his feet, his face shows a worn tiredness to it, as well as various bruises and what not. Leaning back, we take in his out fit, a black sweater, with a long sleeve shirt underneath, the collar extending over the sweater’s neck, sleeves, and bottom it’s a white shirt. His dark faded jeans, and tan work boots wrap around his feet. His eyes start to fade as he waits for the air plane. His thoughts wander to the last thing the old man said to him before departing to the air port.
“You’re going to do great things kid. Just keep your ego in check…You’ll do fine if you stick to your guns. You have a lot on the table kid not just professionally but personally, I never recommend to my wrestlers to leave it all. Leave everything you have in the tank, reserves, in your heart and soul out there in the ring. But you. You need to exercise these demons. I want you to leave your heart and soul in this ring. It doesn’t matter who is a good guy, or who is a bad guy, a grudge match a street fight there is no winner and loser, there are only two men, and their fists. The crowd will appreciate the struggle, but no matter what you can’t play to them. So you leave all those blood sweat, and tears in the ring like you usually do. But I want you to leave a little something extra, leave all that hate, that anger. Those horrible twisted emotions that have buried their way into your heart. A man like yourself, and a man like Washington, you’re born fighters, natural athletes. You’ll find it easier that once you let everything go in a fight, that it will be easier to move on with your life kid. Be safe you dumb son of a bitch…”
Xavier laughed, he couldn’t help it. The old man was senile, thinking he was on the same level was Washington, in Xavier’s opinion Will wasn’t even in the same library. Shaking his head, Cross stood up once he heard his plane called, then felt something smack him in the back of the head. Turning around quickly he saw the grizzle old man standing there.
“Oh no…hell no!”
Xavier shook his head, seeing a plane ticket, and a small bag similar to his own in the old man’s hand.
“Look you pussy bitch, someone needs to make sure you keep your head screwed on right. Now to mention you need a huge slice of humble pie.”
“I hope you die a painful death, you crazy old ****. There is no way you’re getting on the air plane with me!”
“You bought me a ticket kid, so you better make peace, because whenever I fly I get horrible gas.”
“…What do you mean I bought you a ticket…?”
“Well…when you fell off the treadmill I took it upon my on my own to take your wallet and debit card and purchase a ticket to Seattle, there is no way from Wednesday to Sunday morning you’ll keep yourself trained. You’ll probably have a few beers, bitch and moan about how your wife like a Boston Cream Pie to the face, and probably cut yourself.”
“What did you say old man?!”
“You heard me, now c’mon were going to miss the plane….
“**** me…”
“Is that you doing an impression of your wife?”
“I’m gonna kill you…”
Xavier slings his bag over his shoulder as the old man walks ahead of him, though he looks more angry at the situation, right before the camera fades we see a small smile play on his face.
