Post by Xavier Cross on Dec 22, 2009 17:18:45 GMT -6
"When you are as great as I am it is hard to be humble.”
-Ali
A single chair, pushed against a wooden table, a single hanging lamp signs light across it, scattered are papers filled with writing, photos of the world champion, Falcon strewn across the surface. A single manila folder spins through the air before hitting the desk, sliding, knocking some documents to the floor.
Xavier claps three times, each time getting softer.
Closing his eyes, Xavier takes a deep breath.
Xavier quickly pulls the papers off the desk, getting them into a pile. He steps around finding those that fell at the beginning of the filming. Once all the documents are gathered onto the table Xavier steps back out of camera site, and after a beat returns with a gas can pouring it over the desk itself as well as the papers. Quickly he reaches into his pocket pulling out a match box, and a folded up photo graph.
Xavier strikes the match across his foot and throws it on the table which immediately lights the table ablaze.
Xavier tosses the picture on the fire, and turns the camera as he begins to walk out.
-Ali
A single chair, pushed against a wooden table, a single hanging lamp signs light across it, scattered are papers filled with writing, photos of the world champion, Falcon strewn across the surface. A single manila folder spins through the air before hitting the desk, sliding, knocking some documents to the floor.
"How much tape did I watch? Enough of it…How many people did I call up? Plenty. I’ve spent the last few hours gathering all sources of information. From calling people of the past, to even calling favors asking people what they thought. I sat down for hours with the Old Man, analyzing, breaking down your abilities, your strengths weaknesses Falcon. I’ve done more research on you then I’ve done any other opponent. Yes, you may take that out of a sign of respect, or the fact that I refuse to underestimate even someone I see below me, for one day I’ll look you in the eye and call you my equal. Because now, I, Xavier Cross am playing for the greatest prize of them all. So I will look at you as though you were the greatest wrestler ever, as though I was fighting myself I guess would be the best way to put it, or even let the thought cross my mind that you are better than me. Set in my mind that I am the underdog, that I need to overcome your greatness in order to win.
You claim I’m doomed to obscurity. You claim you know what I can do. Though you may, or maybe I have a few more tricks of the sleeve then you remember Falcon. You tasted me fresh out of the oven, I’ve had time to stew things over, and if you think you’re going to be facing the same man you beat. You’re very wrong, dead wrong. Though I will study your every move, your every talent, and explore every tiny bit of what I can about you. I refuse to let my ego overcome me, I don’t care who loves me, who hates me. Its all about beating you now…
Six feet even, rocking two-hundred and twenty pounds, give or take a few. Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts. Its no surprise that you’re a risk taker, you step it up to extreme levels, but not only that you can throw down with the best of them, though being from the Boston area, I wouldn’t expect much less from you. Falcon, I look at you and you’re not just some idiot who knows how to climb and jump you’re one of the smartest fighters I’ve ever studied, you can wear a man out by using your speed, sort of like Muhammad Ali rope-a-dope. The fact is, I’m no dope, and I have just as much stamina as you. Though you’re one weakness compared to mine is, your back. I see a giant bulls eye on it, I can strike, grapple, and push you into a submission, and when I finally cut this tree down by focusing my axe on your back. I won’t go out of my way, and be dirty, I won’t try to put you out of the game forever, I don’t want to ruin your career, I don’t want to end your life. I don’t want to do that. In all honesty I have a smile that can’t be wiped off my face. You may plug a huge promo calling me out on every little thing, making me look like a huge douche, talk about my wife and kids, whatever. I shot my mouth, you can shoot yours, the fact is I haven’t been this excited to fight someone in a long time. So, Falcon, my left knee, when I was 18 I tore my ACL, had complete reconstruction surgery. Its mainly healed, though it bothers me sometimes. Go for it, I wont stop you, I’ll make this as even as possible because for once since I’ve been back, I’m looking forward to competing.
Pretty lame excuse, but the fact is I’m cutting no corners with my game this time, I can’t let this opportunity pass me by, I don’t care how much of a good guy people see me as, or how horrible of a person I can be. I don’t care about ticket sales, merchandise, sponsors or anything. I’m grounded, and the only thing I care about is winning, there is no honor, in this Falcon. You’ve been a modest, humble champion. I’ve been a giant douche, but being that kind of person got me here. I didn’t lay down, I wasn’t mister smiles and nice guy, I put my foot down, and I got here. So in honor of your last days as World Champion, I went back in history Falcon, to your very first pay per view promo, granted you were booked on the pre-show, wired.
Boston, Massachusetts, a small little nerd store called, Dungeons Legends: Cards & Games. Classy little establishment, ran by a man named Peter, we don’t know his last name, nothing more about him than he owns this fine establishment. But the thing I focus on, is the green horned Falcon. You just got out of physical therapy after surgery, you were back in the game. I can imagine how nervous you must have been, major surgery, career threatening injuries, few come back from them. It shows you got balls Falcon. You were facing Taft, and Angel that week. Though I can honestly say, this man Taft, I’ve heard nothing about, though Angel I remember. Specifically I remember from my early days here at n.C.w. before I took personal time off.
That was back when you cared so much about the people the fill in those seats, you thanked even the people who hated you, who worshiped Angel, and Taft. You appreciated every moment of the talking you gave. But you know why Falcon, it was because you were afraid, back then you went into each match thinking you could reawaken old demons in the form of your injury, or find new faults, weaknesses in yourself. Now you go back to that reckless behavior, only you’re another year older, stronger. You know your limits, but my intentions are to push them further than anyone has pushed you before. You got heart man, and I know I try to stray away from offering my respect, but the disgusting truth is Falcon, I respect you. More than most men in this business, I look at you, and I see myself, I see almost a mirrored reflect. I, as you did forced my way into the spotlight doing ridiculous, acrobatic daredevil stunts. I would jump the highest, the furthest, the flashiest. We both have look death in the eye, smiled and took the leap of faith. We both know adrenaline rushes of that sort, we also both know we can be just as deadly with a strike, or a hold. The fact is, I can’t imagine thinking of a better way of ending the 2009 year, with Xavier Cross, the number 1 contender versus, The World Champion Falcon. The fans will expect so much from both of us, though in the end it doesn’t matter to me how much cheers, boos, I get, none of that really matters. Its about how high I can hold my arm up in victory afterwards. The fact is, I don’t need fate, or destiny, I have one solid truth on my side, and that’s history Falcon….
History has a tendency to repeat itself, or that’s what historians like to say, another popular saying is that the victors write the record books. We don’t see the Native American struggle clearly, because they did not win, we see them as savages. But in our business, the victors are the ones who are stronger, won’t give in, won’t tap out, won’t stay down for any longer than a two count. I look at you, Falcon, I ask myself is he a man who won’t tap out? Won’t give in? Won’t stay down? I could be a fool, and mockingly say no. I could be an idiot, and say he’ll give up. The fact is that man wears our company’s prize for three simple reasons alone. He wouldn’t break, he wouldn’t tap, and he wouldn’t stay down. Now do I pretend that I am task with the object of breaking the unbreakable. Its true, Falcon’s spirit may be unbreakable, but his body isn’t…Now, Falcon and I share a fate not many people can talk about. We are destined to collide in an epic clash, we close out 2009 in style.
I returned a few weeks before n.C.w battlegrounds, I appeared in one of the most brutal matches of the evening, and potentially the year. I was given the task to defeat five men and capture one of the lowly prizes, I wouldn’t even bother calling it gold, but a bronze. Something Mike Kane has so proudly changed to the Title of Honor. Queer… But the same night, Falcon over came the odds, and took the crown from Adam Knite. He held it high, the Falcon never soared higher than that night. Two new champions crowned on the same night, who would have guessed the lowly Prince of X-Treme would be taking on the underdog hero, Johnny Utah, Neo….Bill….or as you prefer to be known as, John Constantine…I mean Falcon. Sorry, the greasy hair, and dumber than a rock I.Q. get me confused sometimes. But Falcon, am I so ignorant as to now applaud your accomplishments, your defeat of Adam Knite, your ability to somehow upset the second greatest wrestler to ever enter the industry, Steve Awesome the next month, or you’re ability to shrug off Hammond and Jason, as though they were mere insects that hit your car window…so this is what I give you Falcon.”
You claim I’m doomed to obscurity. You claim you know what I can do. Though you may, or maybe I have a few more tricks of the sleeve then you remember Falcon. You tasted me fresh out of the oven, I’ve had time to stew things over, and if you think you’re going to be facing the same man you beat. You’re very wrong, dead wrong. Though I will study your every move, your every talent, and explore every tiny bit of what I can about you. I refuse to let my ego overcome me, I don’t care who loves me, who hates me. Its all about beating you now…
Six feet even, rocking two-hundred and twenty pounds, give or take a few. Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts. Its no surprise that you’re a risk taker, you step it up to extreme levels, but not only that you can throw down with the best of them, though being from the Boston area, I wouldn’t expect much less from you. Falcon, I look at you and you’re not just some idiot who knows how to climb and jump you’re one of the smartest fighters I’ve ever studied, you can wear a man out by using your speed, sort of like Muhammad Ali rope-a-dope. The fact is, I’m no dope, and I have just as much stamina as you. Though you’re one weakness compared to mine is, your back. I see a giant bulls eye on it, I can strike, grapple, and push you into a submission, and when I finally cut this tree down by focusing my axe on your back. I won’t go out of my way, and be dirty, I won’t try to put you out of the game forever, I don’t want to ruin your career, I don’t want to end your life. I don’t want to do that. In all honesty I have a smile that can’t be wiped off my face. You may plug a huge promo calling me out on every little thing, making me look like a huge douche, talk about my wife and kids, whatever. I shot my mouth, you can shoot yours, the fact is I haven’t been this excited to fight someone in a long time. So, Falcon, my left knee, when I was 18 I tore my ACL, had complete reconstruction surgery. Its mainly healed, though it bothers me sometimes. Go for it, I wont stop you, I’ll make this as even as possible because for once since I’ve been back, I’m looking forward to competing.
Pretty lame excuse, but the fact is I’m cutting no corners with my game this time, I can’t let this opportunity pass me by, I don’t care how much of a good guy people see me as, or how horrible of a person I can be. I don’t care about ticket sales, merchandise, sponsors or anything. I’m grounded, and the only thing I care about is winning, there is no honor, in this Falcon. You’ve been a modest, humble champion. I’ve been a giant douche, but being that kind of person got me here. I didn’t lay down, I wasn’t mister smiles and nice guy, I put my foot down, and I got here. So in honor of your last days as World Champion, I went back in history Falcon, to your very first pay per view promo, granted you were booked on the pre-show, wired.
Boston, Massachusetts, a small little nerd store called, Dungeons Legends: Cards & Games. Classy little establishment, ran by a man named Peter, we don’t know his last name, nothing more about him than he owns this fine establishment. But the thing I focus on, is the green horned Falcon. You just got out of physical therapy after surgery, you were back in the game. I can imagine how nervous you must have been, major surgery, career threatening injuries, few come back from them. It shows you got balls Falcon. You were facing Taft, and Angel that week. Though I can honestly say, this man Taft, I’ve heard nothing about, though Angel I remember. Specifically I remember from my early days here at n.C.w. before I took personal time off.
That was back when you cared so much about the people the fill in those seats, you thanked even the people who hated you, who worshiped Angel, and Taft. You appreciated every moment of the talking you gave. But you know why Falcon, it was because you were afraid, back then you went into each match thinking you could reawaken old demons in the form of your injury, or find new faults, weaknesses in yourself. Now you go back to that reckless behavior, only you’re another year older, stronger. You know your limits, but my intentions are to push them further than anyone has pushed you before. You got heart man, and I know I try to stray away from offering my respect, but the disgusting truth is Falcon, I respect you. More than most men in this business, I look at you, and I see myself, I see almost a mirrored reflect. I, as you did forced my way into the spotlight doing ridiculous, acrobatic daredevil stunts. I would jump the highest, the furthest, the flashiest. We both have look death in the eye, smiled and took the leap of faith. We both know adrenaline rushes of that sort, we also both know we can be just as deadly with a strike, or a hold. The fact is, I can’t imagine thinking of a better way of ending the 2009 year, with Xavier Cross, the number 1 contender versus, The World Champion Falcon. The fans will expect so much from both of us, though in the end it doesn’t matter to me how much cheers, boos, I get, none of that really matters. Its about how high I can hold my arm up in victory afterwards. The fact is, I don’t need fate, or destiny, I have one solid truth on my side, and that’s history Falcon….
History has a tendency to repeat itself, or that’s what historians like to say, another popular saying is that the victors write the record books. We don’t see the Native American struggle clearly, because they did not win, we see them as savages. But in our business, the victors are the ones who are stronger, won’t give in, won’t tap out, won’t stay down for any longer than a two count. I look at you, Falcon, I ask myself is he a man who won’t tap out? Won’t give in? Won’t stay down? I could be a fool, and mockingly say no. I could be an idiot, and say he’ll give up. The fact is that man wears our company’s prize for three simple reasons alone. He wouldn’t break, he wouldn’t tap, and he wouldn’t stay down. Now do I pretend that I am task with the object of breaking the unbreakable. Its true, Falcon’s spirit may be unbreakable, but his body isn’t…Now, Falcon and I share a fate not many people can talk about. We are destined to collide in an epic clash, we close out 2009 in style.
I returned a few weeks before n.C.w battlegrounds, I appeared in one of the most brutal matches of the evening, and potentially the year. I was given the task to defeat five men and capture one of the lowly prizes, I wouldn’t even bother calling it gold, but a bronze. Something Mike Kane has so proudly changed to the Title of Honor. Queer… But the same night, Falcon over came the odds, and took the crown from Adam Knite. He held it high, the Falcon never soared higher than that night. Two new champions crowned on the same night, who would have guessed the lowly Prince of X-Treme would be taking on the underdog hero, Johnny Utah, Neo….Bill….or as you prefer to be known as, John Constantine…I mean Falcon. Sorry, the greasy hair, and dumber than a rock I.Q. get me confused sometimes. But Falcon, am I so ignorant as to now applaud your accomplishments, your defeat of Adam Knite, your ability to somehow upset the second greatest wrestler to ever enter the industry, Steve Awesome the next month, or you’re ability to shrug off Hammond and Jason, as though they were mere insects that hit your car window…so this is what I give you Falcon.”
Xavier claps three times, each time getting softer.
“I’m done, you will get no more applause from me, no more recognition. For my entire career, I had to put on a spectacle each night I stepped into the ring. Management back at old companies wanted me to twist, flip, and turn through the air, off ladders through tables, and bend chairs. I did something further than wrestling, just mere daredevil acrobatics. It made me sick to my stomach, being told what to do, how to run my matches. These staff guys didn’t want to see a reversal when I could do multiple flips, spins, and crash through things. They wanted people’s eyes to get big, they didn’t care about the respect for the sport. Not like you and I do Falcon. Stepping into n.C.w, I was basically a green horn again. My prior experiences at other federations, long dead, left me incomplete. I competed with some great wrestlers, Brad and Spike are two that come to mind. But I look at you Falcon, and despite how much I despise what you stand for, who you are. I can’t just down talk you anymore, I can’t just be my normal arrogant self, because the fact is I tagged with you, and we won.
You didn’t hold me down, you weren’t a dead weight, the fact is you earned your spot, you earned this title. But now, you stand in my way, on my path to a forever. I look at the list of the World Champions, and I see a list of hall of famers, of the greatest names in n.C.w history, and more than anything to be mentioned in the same breath as guys like Helms, Awesome, and Ryan, well I can’t say that I get a little excited about it. What man who loved this business wouldn’t want that, wouldn’t bubble up with pride. The fact is Falcon, I refuse to lose to you again, I refuse to submit, or give in. I will not back down from anything you throw, I will never tap out, nor will I stay down for three counts, unless you knock me completely out, throw me into a coma. This is my dream, this is my destiny. But how obvious of a statement is that, any number one contender can step to the plate, stand before the champion and announce destiny. I look at my career, and I was thrown in the middle card division to amp sales, to boost other guys ratings, and help push stars. I wasn’t even given the spot light, I came so close many times to tasting a chance at winning a world championship Falcon, you can probably feel where I’m coming from where as not only a competitor, but as an athlete, and a man, I want this win more than anything. But you don’t want to give it up for anything. So is this truly the time where the immovable object meets the unstoppable force?”
You didn’t hold me down, you weren’t a dead weight, the fact is you earned your spot, you earned this title. But now, you stand in my way, on my path to a forever. I look at the list of the World Champions, and I see a list of hall of famers, of the greatest names in n.C.w history, and more than anything to be mentioned in the same breath as guys like Helms, Awesome, and Ryan, well I can’t say that I get a little excited about it. What man who loved this business wouldn’t want that, wouldn’t bubble up with pride. The fact is Falcon, I refuse to lose to you again, I refuse to submit, or give in. I will not back down from anything you throw, I will never tap out, nor will I stay down for three counts, unless you knock me completely out, throw me into a coma. This is my dream, this is my destiny. But how obvious of a statement is that, any number one contender can step to the plate, stand before the champion and announce destiny. I look at my career, and I was thrown in the middle card division to amp sales, to boost other guys ratings, and help push stars. I wasn’t even given the spot light, I came so close many times to tasting a chance at winning a world championship Falcon, you can probably feel where I’m coming from where as not only a competitor, but as an athlete, and a man, I want this win more than anything. But you don’t want to give it up for anything. So is this truly the time where the immovable object meets the unstoppable force?”
Closing his eyes, Xavier takes a deep breath.
“No. Its nothing like that, neither one of us has ever been the most dominate, but here we stand, in one short period of a month, are the top two guys in our business. The world champion, and the challenger to his throne. As was King Arthur and Sir Lancelot, the great king, and the greatest knight of all the lands. But for this month I’ve had something eating away at me, burning my soul, just scratching, itching its way in my soul. And finally it festers out, because I am the number one contender, that makes me lower than you. Lower than you, below you Falcon, you of all people. That itch, the pain, the burning sensation, its no rash, nor a sore, its hatred, a disgusting, sick, hatred for the fact that even in the smallest way anyone would put me, Xavier Cross, below such a man like yourself, you aren’t even fit to clean my boots. The fact is, and I will prove it Sunday at Transgression, that I am the better man, and there is a reason the World Championship will leave with Xavier Cross, God’s Greatest Gift. Because not only is it, fate, destiny, and all that jazz, its just the right thing to do… But as I spoke of before, history, it tends to repeat itself. We’ve had champions last half a year, a little bit longer than a year. I believe The Ace, or Jack Hammond hold the shortest reigns as World Champions….While legends like Lance Ryan have two reigns as the champ….but they all share one common interest with you, at some point they were bested. Some lost it in singles, other lost it in multi man matches….
The fact is, like all the other champions, you will bend, you will conform, you will bow to the better man, and come Transgression, I have no doubt in my mind, that I, Xavier Cross, the epitome of excellence, the awe inspiring flash, the Greatest. Wrestler. Who. Ever. Lived. A man of not only for the people, but by the people, and of the people. Call me Ali, Ghandi, or Messiah, it doesn’t matter to me. The fact is, Transgression is a judgment day for our champion, I asked you the first time we fought to bring an army, bring your clique, bring everything you had at me, and you beat me at my so called ‘own game’. Now I step into your game, a world title match, something you’ve grown so accustomed to, in fact it pains me a little bit Falcon, knowing that I’ll be stripping you of that belt, to accessorize around the great abdomen of one, Great Gift. The Holidays are coming early for the fans of n.C.w. giving someone who hasn’t had to leech of others success, the success of Chris Diamond, Michael Spike Kane, or anyone else. I’ve challenged the purpose of The Forgotten since I started tangling with Cameron Corvis when I first returned to the federation, I’ve had the former Tag champions, Dirty Deal on my back, as I beat you and your lackeys. But in the end, the only thing that matters between you and me, Falcon, is this match. This one glorious match up, where we decide for once who is the better man.
I expect more out of you than I did back when we had our first singles match, I’ll expect more than you gave in that match too. But mark my words Falcon, you’ll see why I am World Champion material, and why I deserve to be mentioned in the vary same sentences as those who came before, and those who come after, but in the end the song they’ll sing is…Xavier…Xavier Cross…A Gift God blessed the New Championship Wrestling federation with. The single man attraction, who filled countless stadiums one after the other. The same man who has been chasing his shot at history forever, and now that I have it, I can smell it, the taste is on my lips, the craving is in my stomach. Will I be become a monster, no I will not. Will I become an animal, no I will not. I will be the greatest man who ever lived my dear Falcon, and your belt, that will only help solidify my legacy of greatness.
Unafraid…Speed….Strength….Agility….we aren’t the biggest guys, we aren’t the strongest. But I look at you, I look at myself, and I see heart. I see the fact that no matter what we go through whether it be injuries, personal life, or anything. We still come back, stronger, better than before. We’ll dazzle with high flying, death defying moves. We’ll show our talent and skill if we go to the ground. We’ll show our will, strength, and determination by exchanging blows. But in the end, one man will stand above the other, the better wrestler. The better man. Right now, in the condition I’m in, the way I see myself, I don’t think right now. I’m the better man, but wait Falcon, just wait for me, Sunday, at transgression I’ll show you a new Xavier Cross, no gimmicks, no drama, no nothing, just pure athlete gunning for greatness.”
The fact is, like all the other champions, you will bend, you will conform, you will bow to the better man, and come Transgression, I have no doubt in my mind, that I, Xavier Cross, the epitome of excellence, the awe inspiring flash, the Greatest. Wrestler. Who. Ever. Lived. A man of not only for the people, but by the people, and of the people. Call me Ali, Ghandi, or Messiah, it doesn’t matter to me. The fact is, Transgression is a judgment day for our champion, I asked you the first time we fought to bring an army, bring your clique, bring everything you had at me, and you beat me at my so called ‘own game’. Now I step into your game, a world title match, something you’ve grown so accustomed to, in fact it pains me a little bit Falcon, knowing that I’ll be stripping you of that belt, to accessorize around the great abdomen of one, Great Gift. The Holidays are coming early for the fans of n.C.w. giving someone who hasn’t had to leech of others success, the success of Chris Diamond, Michael Spike Kane, or anyone else. I’ve challenged the purpose of The Forgotten since I started tangling with Cameron Corvis when I first returned to the federation, I’ve had the former Tag champions, Dirty Deal on my back, as I beat you and your lackeys. But in the end, the only thing that matters between you and me, Falcon, is this match. This one glorious match up, where we decide for once who is the better man.
I expect more out of you than I did back when we had our first singles match, I’ll expect more than you gave in that match too. But mark my words Falcon, you’ll see why I am World Champion material, and why I deserve to be mentioned in the vary same sentences as those who came before, and those who come after, but in the end the song they’ll sing is…Xavier…Xavier Cross…A Gift God blessed the New Championship Wrestling federation with. The single man attraction, who filled countless stadiums one after the other. The same man who has been chasing his shot at history forever, and now that I have it, I can smell it, the taste is on my lips, the craving is in my stomach. Will I be become a monster, no I will not. Will I become an animal, no I will not. I will be the greatest man who ever lived my dear Falcon, and your belt, that will only help solidify my legacy of greatness.
Unafraid…Speed….Strength….Agility….we aren’t the biggest guys, we aren’t the strongest. But I look at you, I look at myself, and I see heart. I see the fact that no matter what we go through whether it be injuries, personal life, or anything. We still come back, stronger, better than before. We’ll dazzle with high flying, death defying moves. We’ll show our talent and skill if we go to the ground. We’ll show our will, strength, and determination by exchanging blows. But in the end, one man will stand above the other, the better wrestler. The better man. Right now, in the condition I’m in, the way I see myself, I don’t think right now. I’m the better man, but wait Falcon, just wait for me, Sunday, at transgression I’ll show you a new Xavier Cross, no gimmicks, no drama, no nothing, just pure athlete gunning for greatness.”
Xavier quickly pulls the papers off the desk, getting them into a pile. He steps around finding those that fell at the beginning of the filming. Once all the documents are gathered onto the table Xavier steps back out of camera site, and after a beat returns with a gas can pouring it over the desk itself as well as the papers. Quickly he reaches into his pocket pulling out a match box, and a folded up photo graph.
“This is a picture of me, after I won the Television Title in Global Wrestling Coalition a few years ago. It was my first real, legit title. I was so happy, I’m sure most guys in the back can relate, when they first held onto gold. No matter how this match ends, I’ll bounce back even greater. I hold high standards for myself, that even when I fail, I’ll attempt to raise the bar. But now I look at myself, Xavier Cross, a man who’s face has changed over many years, I went from a street rat, acrobat, to a high class dignified human being. Sure I may be a tad bit on the cock side, but if you were as great as me, so would you. I don’t have to be modest, I refuse to be modest because I’ve worked for where I’m at. I feel as though, in order to achieve my life long goal, I need to let go of my past, let it all go. Glory, and Accomplishments need to burn, as will this research of you Falcon. I don’t need to look at any more tapes, pictures, or information. Its all about heart, and will power. I’ve studied you, now I need to train for you….So…prepare yourself, do whatever you gotta do, I know you kicked smoking back then, maybe light up another one for old times sake, you’re fighting the Xavier Cross of a new age….the old one…well…”
Xavier strikes the match across his foot and throws it on the table which immediately lights the table ablaze.
“I need to burn the past, let go of any sense of accomplishment, I have been walking my path, climbing stairs, this is a whole different stair case I’m starting to climb…So say goodbye to anyone who still cheers for the old me, and three cheers for a new beginning…”
Xavier tosses the picture on the fire, and turns the camera as he begins to walk out.
“The earth was created in six days, god rested on the seventh. It was cleansed after forty days and nights of rain, the water washed away the sins. God’s son died for the sins of Christianity, while other believe in what they want. Some say the world will end in the a cleansing of fire, well I’ve cleaned the sins off my back, and maybe you should do the same Falcon. We’re going to a terrible place, you and me on Sunday. I’m going to take you to heaven, hell and anywhere in between to take that title away. So be prepared, say as many hail marys as you got to, I’ll be waiting in that ring.
I don’t ask for hope, I don’t ask for jokes, whether they talk about your questionable sexuality or your self mutilation while listening to the Jonas Brothers. None of these insults matter, because its you Falcon. Your skin is thick, you aren’t going to let my words boil under your skin. You got too much to lose. Don’t overlook me, think I’m some second rate guy who is disrespecting the business. I want that title. I’ll be waiting like a f***ing lion for you Falcon…”
I don’t ask for hope, I don’t ask for jokes, whether they talk about your questionable sexuality or your self mutilation while listening to the Jonas Brothers. None of these insults matter, because its you Falcon. Your skin is thick, you aren’t going to let my words boil under your skin. You got too much to lose. Don’t overlook me, think I’m some second rate guy who is disrespecting the business. I want that title. I’ll be waiting like a f***ing lion for you Falcon…”