Post by Xavier Cross on Dec 23, 2009 21:11:26 GMT -6
A black screen shows a solid red quotation
"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."
-T. S. Elliot
We then see Xavier Cross, dressed in his ring gear, he walks up to the quotation which seems to be written on some bored. He scratches out T. S. Elliot’s name, and writes his own. He turns to the camera and looks smug before he walks away, the quote still in red.
"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."
-T.S. Elliot Xavier Cross
The scene opens with Xavier in a yoga style position, his knees close to his chest as he leans over his arms outstretched forward, his knees and elbows dig into the sand. Occasionally a cold wave of salt water hits him, rushing up his back. Once the tide recedes he changes position, as though he was a Greco-roman style wrestling. His elbow presses into the sand, he rotates his hips, throwing his back forward.
He holds the position, as another rush of cold waves overcome him, but he buries his hands and feet deep into the sand to prevent himself from moving. Again, once the tide recedes he switches hands to focus his weight on popping himself up to a standing position, he immediately goes into a standing guard as thought waiting for his imaginary opponent to strike.
Cari Cross “He’s still out there?”
Henry (Old Man): “Yep…two hours, he switches from that yoga mumbo-jumbo to doing sprints. I haven’t seen Xavier this focused, ever.”
Cari Cross: “He’s going to catch a cold, that water is like 40 degrees!”
Henry (Old Man): “Right now, Xavier is in a state of mind, that even that stupid swine flu couldn’t touch him right now.”
Cari Cross: “…I’m worried…”
Henry (Old Man): “’Bout?”
Cari Cross: “Xavier has the tendency to get wrapped up, especially if he wins a championship. When that comes around, he’ll distance himself from the family again…”
Henry (Old Man): “I’ve trained Xavier since he started wrestling, you’ve probably heard the story about how Xavier got into wrestling, after his basketball accident and what not, the man he met in the hospital was my son. Twenty four years old, he was in the prime of his fighting career…Xavier reminds me a lot of him, he spent so many years doing stuff as a showman, instead of a fighter, after he met you, it really planted his style…”
Cari Cross: “Reminds you of your son?”
Henry (Old Man): “…Grayson never liked people pitying him, Xavier to this day thinks Grayson was in the hospital for injuries, but in fact he was going through an extensive chemotherapy treatment. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen cancer suck the life out of someone who was full of it…Though he didn’t let it get him down, he kept training, he said he was going to beat it. A few days after Xavier was released, Grayson lost his greatest fight…to the cancer. I guess fate put Xavier in my hands…”
Cari Cross: “Henry…would you like to join us for Christmas dinner?”
Henry (Old Man): “I..uh…yes ma’am thank you….”
Cari smiles as she gazes from the porch, Henry wipes a few tears away from his old face. The two of them are shocked to see that Xavier isn’t on the beach anymore, nor is he on his way toward the house. Both of them look around for a moment, and then assume Xavier went on a run down the beach. Cari and Henry enter the house, closing the door behind them.
The camera pans down the deck, we see that Xavier was standing at the bottom of it, away from view. Hearing the entire conversations, from his wife’s fears, to Henry’s story. The color is drained from his face, not from working out, but emotion. His heavy breathing, the camera pans into his face. A fire seems to have igniting in his eyes, a determination long gone.
We are back at the beach house, the seagulls fly high above the town in pure bliss, just enjoying the air, and the cool rush of the amazement accomplishment of flight. We see the old man standing on the porch of Xavier Cross, as Xavier sprints on the beach towards the house. Henry blows his whistle, as Xavier immediately changes directions, going full speed to the right.
The whistle cuts through the air once more as Xavier goes back on his original path towards the house. Another quick whistle blow, but this time is two sharp blows. We see Xavier hit the ground doing a series of push ups, after he hits ten, he rolls onto his back and does sit ups, he repeats each process as he successfully rolls his body to the left. Henry takes his time, and the whistle lets out another shriek, Xavier pops to his feet and goes into full sprint reaching the house.
Henry (Old Man): “Good job you sumb***h. Get up here and take a break.”
Xavier is out of breath as he quickly climbs the steps, he removes his soaking wet sweatshirt and hangs it over the banister. Throwing himself down in the chair, he looks over at Henry who gives him a rough smile.
Xavier Cross: “....I heard what you said earlier…about your son…”
Henry (Old Man): “Didya now?… Well get those thoughts outta your head kid, or you’re gonna end up thinking too much of it, get emotional and it will cost you.”
Xavier Cross: “Why didn’t you tell me about him?”
Henry (Old Man): “It didn’t matter did it, I’m here to train you, not try and make you cry with some sappy story.”
Xavier Cross: “You’ve done more than train me, you were there when no one else was. You made me into the success I’ve had. You’re the reason I’m still in this, and your son is the reason I started wrestling. I owe everything to you…”
Henry (Old Man): “If you really wanna pay my son back, you go to that *** damn match, and you beat Falcon. The one thing Grayson, like yourself could never do was be the best. I don’t care how f***ing cocky you are. Look into that window, you see that family you have there…that is your reason to win, that is your reason to strive, to never give up. Don’t lose sight of that over any title, Grayson loved wrestling, but he loved life more. So belt or no belt, you walk out of that match knowing you gave everything you got, knowing that win or lose, you still have a great family to come home to. No matter how big your head gets, never lose sight of that.”
Xavier looks shell shocked, normally the old man would give him a lecture such as that, but never has he gotten that emotional. Out of character, Xavier stands up and pats the old man on the back, who cringes thinking Xavier was going to hit him. The two share a laugh for a moment, and Xavier smiles.
Xavier Cross: “C’mon Old Man, I think we have some baby food I know how hard it is for you to chew.”
Henry (Old Man): “Listen here you cocky f***face, my teeth are stronger than you are.”
Xavier Cross: “Oh really? Lets see what happens when I knock them out…”
The two smile at each other as Henry puts his arm around Xavier’s shoulder, and they walk in, the last thing the camera picks up before it fades is Henry.
Henry (Old Man): “You talk a lot about paths Xavier…Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
-End-
"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."
-T. S. Elliot
We then see Xavier Cross, dressed in his ring gear, he walks up to the quotation which seems to be written on some bored. He scratches out T. S. Elliot’s name, and writes his own. He turns to the camera and looks smug before he walks away, the quote still in red.
"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."
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The scene opens with Xavier in a yoga style position, his knees close to his chest as he leans over his arms outstretched forward, his knees and elbows dig into the sand. Occasionally a cold wave of salt water hits him, rushing up his back. Once the tide recedes he changes position, as though he was a Greco-roman style wrestling. His elbow presses into the sand, he rotates his hips, throwing his back forward.
He holds the position, as another rush of cold waves overcome him, but he buries his hands and feet deep into the sand to prevent himself from moving. Again, once the tide recedes he switches hands to focus his weight on popping himself up to a standing position, he immediately goes into a standing guard as thought waiting for his imaginary opponent to strike.
Cari Cross “He’s still out there?”
Henry (Old Man): “Yep…two hours, he switches from that yoga mumbo-jumbo to doing sprints. I haven’t seen Xavier this focused, ever.”
Cari Cross: “He’s going to catch a cold, that water is like 40 degrees!”
Henry (Old Man): “Right now, Xavier is in a state of mind, that even that stupid swine flu couldn’t touch him right now.”
Cari Cross: “…I’m worried…”
Henry (Old Man): “’Bout?”
Cari Cross: “Xavier has the tendency to get wrapped up, especially if he wins a championship. When that comes around, he’ll distance himself from the family again…”
Henry (Old Man): “I’ve trained Xavier since he started wrestling, you’ve probably heard the story about how Xavier got into wrestling, after his basketball accident and what not, the man he met in the hospital was my son. Twenty four years old, he was in the prime of his fighting career…Xavier reminds me a lot of him, he spent so many years doing stuff as a showman, instead of a fighter, after he met you, it really planted his style…”
Cari Cross: “Reminds you of your son?”
Henry (Old Man): “…Grayson never liked people pitying him, Xavier to this day thinks Grayson was in the hospital for injuries, but in fact he was going through an extensive chemotherapy treatment. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen cancer suck the life out of someone who was full of it…Though he didn’t let it get him down, he kept training, he said he was going to beat it. A few days after Xavier was released, Grayson lost his greatest fight…to the cancer. I guess fate put Xavier in my hands…”
Cari Cross: “Henry…would you like to join us for Christmas dinner?”
Henry (Old Man): “I..uh…yes ma’am thank you….”
Cari smiles as she gazes from the porch, Henry wipes a few tears away from his old face. The two of them are shocked to see that Xavier isn’t on the beach anymore, nor is he on his way toward the house. Both of them look around for a moment, and then assume Xavier went on a run down the beach. Cari and Henry enter the house, closing the door behind them.
The camera pans down the deck, we see that Xavier was standing at the bottom of it, away from view. Hearing the entire conversations, from his wife’s fears, to Henry’s story. The color is drained from his face, not from working out, but emotion. His heavy breathing, the camera pans into his face. A fire seems to have igniting in his eyes, a determination long gone.
“There are times in our lives where we stray off paths. I’ve hit rough patches as everyone has, I had a car accident that nearly took my life. I’ve had plenty of tragic, dramatic events shape the person I am today. Speaking of path striving, my wife cheated on me, months ago with one of my current co-workers. Yep, things sure are really f***ed up.
But there are things bigger than one man, bigger than one person. Some consider this prize bigger than you, me, or any other man in this buisness. A prize that no matter how the career pans out, will put you down in history, give you immortality, because it’s the top tier of a company. The fact is, at one point in your lifetime, during your career.
You were the greatest....
I’ve compared myself to the greats of Sports, I’ve compared myself to the greats of New Championship Wrestling. Now I look at you, and I compare myself to you, and for all its worth I see myself. Except you Falcon have accomplished something I’ve longed for, that I’ve wanted for so many years. I can be cocky, or modest, or anything in between but I finally got my shot.
I refuse to let it pass me by without taking full advantage of it. I am, Xavier Cross, the greatest gift of god, the Sultan of Swag, the Greatest Uncrowned World Champion in the history of wrestling. Only one thing can cement my legacy as the best ever, and you hold it. You hold my final key to immortality, the last conquest of my career. I will take it, I will strip your undeserving waist of the championship.
In one night I will show the idiots in attendance that I, the god among mortals, the great one, the undisputed most legendary force in all of Sports Entertainment. I am the smartest, most technical, fearless wrestler around. I am not conceited or cocky as people would like to say, I am only convinced that I am the greatest.
I am not afraid of losing, but I will not lose, I will not taste the sour flavor of defeat at your hands again. Call it a fluke, call it an off night, call it whatever other excuse any man could muster, it does not matter what it was Falcon…It only matters now..
You were the greatest. Better than anyone else, on the top of the mountain…But just like your predecessors Falcon, you will fall. Men better than both of us have held that belt, and lost it. Granted some lasted multiple days, even going into a triple digit figure. While others have lasted barely over a month. So let me take the time to educate you of those who have risen over the years, from the very first champion to the current n.C.w world champion…
The Icon…Lance Ryan. Possible the greatest wrestler in the history of the business. When the company first started in 2007, Lance Ryan was one of many men who was entered in the first ever Road to the Gold tournament. The prize would be a match on September 7th, 2007 for the first ever World Championship. He would end up meeting, and beating another fighter, Davey Ortega. The very next month, at Mind Games Lance would meet Ortega once again, and prove that he was the real deal. Defending his title against Ortega he proved that he was undoubtedly the most worthy man to hold the championship. His first reign as World Champion lasted 70 days, something you Falcon passed weeks ago.
After defending his belt against Ortega, some pondered if Lance Ryan would ever drop the title. But another man rose up to the occasion, a man you’re very familiar with. One Michael Spike Kane, earned his title shot. Something the two of us have in common, as we both face a world champion at Transgression. Granted his shot was two years ago. But something that interests me Falcon, is you know who ended Lance Ryan’s reign? Yes, it was your dear friend Spike Kane, on November 11th, 2007 n.C.w saw its first change of the guard as Spike Kane, defeated Lance Ryan in an epic singles match at Transgression.
Now I am a man, who enjoys his history lessons over the years. I look at it this way, in the fans eyes, we are no where near Lance Ryan stature, the man is revered as a legend in not only n.C.w but globally. The fact is, I am better than Lance Ryan because I wouldn’t have lost to such a fickle man as Michael Kane. Someone who built his legacy of brutality and blood, a hypocrite of the system. But something people would eat up, people would fall in love with both men because they take themselves far too seriously. Their egos expand further than anyone could ever imagine. Even the slightest blemish against them could send them on a tirade of diva like proportions.
If I beat you at Transgression….No, excuse me, when I beat you at Transgression will you fall into the categories of a true to life, honorable man. Will you admire someone who is better than you if only for a night, or will you’re vagina start bleeding. Will you go on a fit about how you were cheated, how the odds were stacked against you. Because I will be the first to admit.
My vagina has bled on occasion, I have let the aura of completion overwhelm me, I’ve let my ego get out of check Falcon. You’ve seen it, I’m sure everyone has seen it. But we all have moments of weaknesses. We all have the times where we just fall out of the norm, we become something were not, lesser creatures letting anger, or passion take us over, never thinking clearly just running off of what we feel. But there will be no excuses on December 27th, there will be two men entering the ring, the number one and two of their company, and possible the world. I won’t bill this as a clash of the titans, nor a match of the century candidate, because for once I don’t care about the glitz, the glam, or the media attention. I just want to win.
Now returning to my history lesson, Spike Kane’s reign lasted a staggering 112 days, with three defenses under his belt against Ortega, Mark Evil, and his retarded sister Christian Kane. He also was the first man to introduce a gimmick match into the World Title’s history, wrestling a Dragon’s Den match against Ortega, and a Last ‘Brother’ Standing match. All classics, and even I have to give the devil his due. Spike Kane is a fighter, a gamer, and didn’t back down from any adversary, its sad to see the desk job he now promptly sits at makes him less of a real man, a man that even though I despised I could respect on a fighting level. Also, it shows in the records that his title defense against Mark Evil was the first ever world championship match on a weekly show. But a shadow loomed in the distance, though Spike was the first man to even eclipse a hundred days as champion, he would find an old adversary wanting, craving, salivating at the chance for a rematch.
The Icon was back, and wanting revenge. Wanting that title back around his waist. On March 2nd, 2008 Lance Ryan would get his shot, as he entered a triple threat match against Spike Kane, and Jack Manson. Lance Ryan overcame two great athletes to regain his former glory, becoming the first, and only two time World Champion. He would go on to hold onto the belt for a staggering 140 days, making his overall time a champion to an unbelievable 210 days. Something no man has even come close to touching.
Falcon, we look at classic matches, sometimes they aren’t always a title match, but if you look at the various matches through the years. Ryan vs. B. Kane, Helms, Ryan, S. Kane, and Everyman in a fatal four way ladder match, Helms and Awesome in a street fight, X. Williams, and Awesome in Death cage.
Then after various champions, various men held that same championship high, on September 13th, 2009 you defeated a man who held onto the title after 140 days, who defended the belt on four different occasions with success. The man you beat at battlegrounds, Adam Knite. You ended the second longest title reign for the World Championship in n.C.w history Falcon. You overcame the odds, gave underdogs everywhere a sense of accomplishment.
You went on to defend your belt against former champion, Steve Awesome. A man much greater than yourself, and despite having the strap, you were yet again the underdog. You successfully overcame Awesome thus continuing your glorious streak. Then you were met with a real strange challenge Triple Threat match, but oh, this was no normal triple threat match this was a last man standing triple threat match. For those who don’t know what that means, its elimination style, one man is taken out and is down for a ten count, from there he is removed from the match, from there it becomes a singles version of a last man standing match.
You again, were the underdog, basic strategy tells anyone, that even if you despise the person you’re fighting against, team up and take out the champion. Hammond a former champion, and Jason the forever chump didn’t think that did they? You got lucky because for one time, Hammond didn’t think, and Jason was just the basic Neanderthal he is.
You walked out of a brutal match, still shining, still glorious. But that same night, I entered a personal battle for not only my career, but my soul. I sought something of a redemption against a man who shook up not only the wrestling world, but my life. Will Washington. A man I cannot bring myself to like, nor respect. Some would say I had coming to me, what he did. But I had one of the most intense, brutal matches of not only my career, but could possible be one of the most intense matches of this companies existence. I plunged him off a ladder, we broke through the ring. I rose from the rubble with not only a new found confidence, and a newly discovered inner strength. I came out the greatest threat you’ve faced yet.
Before that when you defend against Steve Awesome, I was engaged in another hellacious battle. Defending the formerly dubbed World X-Treme Championship, which was actually billed as the X-Treme championship, or as your found buddy Mike Kane likes to call it. The Honor championship. I entered an X-Treme Assault X match. I had to go up against JFK, Shaddix, and Fergus Callaghan. Men I overshadowed them, and aren’t even in my league now. I overcame all brutality, I showed everyone I was the most x-treme man in n.C.w, and the greatest reigning champion. Better than even the pathetic, greasy, world champion Falcon.
But even before that, at Battlegrounds, we share a path Falcon. We both gained championships that night, I defeated 4 other men in a X-treme Warface match. I captured my first gold in years, after going through some turbulent eventful times. I would end up losing the belt in a three way match up, thanks to the interference by Will Washington.
Obviously, my father has other things intended for me. Now you may wonder, what do I mean by that. I am not only the greatest gift god has ever given this pathetic planet, but I am the true son of God. This is no religious testament, nor will I be thumping any bibles. The fact is I’ve weathered hell in and outside that ring. I’ve now reached the top of the mountain with only one obstacle left. You stand in my way Falcon. I could sit here and rant about how I’m better than any Kane, than Ryan, Washington, Helms, Ortega, Diamond, or any other man who has been apart of this business. But does it really matter Falcon, in the end does it really matter how many other guys I’m better than, because again history show you’re better than me. Having beaten me in a singles match, even in my own so called element.
Right now history points to you as the victor, but come Transgression, it doesn’t matter who is the underdog, who is the good guy, who is the bad guy, who the fans cheer for. It only matters who wins, and who loses. I could belittle you for looking like Keanu Reeves, I could say that you’re only there because you have little secret parties with Chris Diamond, I could say how you’re just a risk jockey. No…not anymore, I’ve made those mistakes about you, I’ve insulted you, I’ve underestimated exactly who you were Falcon, the fact is you might be the scrappiest guy in the company, heart even greater than Jack Hammond.
I don’t care about heart Falcon, I care about talent. Which in that case, I have the endless supply. Though I can’t help but look at you and see myself, I can’t assume you see the same thing Falcon but we are eerily similar. No one expects greatness from us, especially from where we started, men who threw their bodies off altitudes normal men would be afraid to climb. Are we superhuman, or just stupid? So I sit here and ask you to bring it all, to leap off the highest point, to lock in the strongest submission, to throw a fist with all your might. Make me bleed, break my bones. Break me Falcon. Do it. Beat me once more. Try it.
No…you’ll have to break me, I refuse to tap out so make me pass out. I refuse to stay down for three, so knock me out. Break my head open like an egg, shed my blood as though you are some Viking warlord. For you will not be able to walk out without that title if you aren’t ready to give me your everything, because in my state of mind, I have everything to lose right now. How many times does a challenger get to go after that belt if he doesn’t succeed the first time. Well if his name isn’t named Ortega it’s a very small margin. If I can’t beat you now, how could I months from now?
You won’t beat me. You can’t beat me. I am greater than you, I am greater than any other man in this company. Now, don’t think I’m underestimating you, those are all facts. But in my mind, I can beat you, I am the true champion, though until Sunday, I will remain uncrowned. I will train in the mindset that you are better than me, more extreme than me, a better grappler, striker, and technical wrestler. I will imagine you as Lance Ryan, Reckless Jack, Gib, and Will Washington all rolled into one super wrestler. I will assume you’re on steroids, that you’re using every little advantage you possible have. In some ways I could be overestimating you, because you aren’t that Falcon, you aren’t any kind of label or expectation.
You’re the perpetual underdog, whether the people love or hate you, you are no one but yourself. And that might be the most dangerous weapon in your arsenal. So now the question rises…Who is Xavier Cross?”
But there are things bigger than one man, bigger than one person. Some consider this prize bigger than you, me, or any other man in this buisness. A prize that no matter how the career pans out, will put you down in history, give you immortality, because it’s the top tier of a company. The fact is, at one point in your lifetime, during your career.
You were the greatest....
I’ve compared myself to the greats of Sports, I’ve compared myself to the greats of New Championship Wrestling. Now I look at you, and I compare myself to you, and for all its worth I see myself. Except you Falcon have accomplished something I’ve longed for, that I’ve wanted for so many years. I can be cocky, or modest, or anything in between but I finally got my shot.
I refuse to let it pass me by without taking full advantage of it. I am, Xavier Cross, the greatest gift of god, the Sultan of Swag, the Greatest Uncrowned World Champion in the history of wrestling. Only one thing can cement my legacy as the best ever, and you hold it. You hold my final key to immortality, the last conquest of my career. I will take it, I will strip your undeserving waist of the championship.
In one night I will show the idiots in attendance that I, the god among mortals, the great one, the undisputed most legendary force in all of Sports Entertainment. I am the smartest, most technical, fearless wrestler around. I am not conceited or cocky as people would like to say, I am only convinced that I am the greatest.
I am not afraid of losing, but I will not lose, I will not taste the sour flavor of defeat at your hands again. Call it a fluke, call it an off night, call it whatever other excuse any man could muster, it does not matter what it was Falcon…It only matters now..
You were the greatest. Better than anyone else, on the top of the mountain…But just like your predecessors Falcon, you will fall. Men better than both of us have held that belt, and lost it. Granted some lasted multiple days, even going into a triple digit figure. While others have lasted barely over a month. So let me take the time to educate you of those who have risen over the years, from the very first champion to the current n.C.w world champion…
The Icon…Lance Ryan. Possible the greatest wrestler in the history of the business. When the company first started in 2007, Lance Ryan was one of many men who was entered in the first ever Road to the Gold tournament. The prize would be a match on September 7th, 2007 for the first ever World Championship. He would end up meeting, and beating another fighter, Davey Ortega. The very next month, at Mind Games Lance would meet Ortega once again, and prove that he was the real deal. Defending his title against Ortega he proved that he was undoubtedly the most worthy man to hold the championship. His first reign as World Champion lasted 70 days, something you Falcon passed weeks ago.
After defending his belt against Ortega, some pondered if Lance Ryan would ever drop the title. But another man rose up to the occasion, a man you’re very familiar with. One Michael Spike Kane, earned his title shot. Something the two of us have in common, as we both face a world champion at Transgression. Granted his shot was two years ago. But something that interests me Falcon, is you know who ended Lance Ryan’s reign? Yes, it was your dear friend Spike Kane, on November 11th, 2007 n.C.w saw its first change of the guard as Spike Kane, defeated Lance Ryan in an epic singles match at Transgression.
Now I am a man, who enjoys his history lessons over the years. I look at it this way, in the fans eyes, we are no where near Lance Ryan stature, the man is revered as a legend in not only n.C.w but globally. The fact is, I am better than Lance Ryan because I wouldn’t have lost to such a fickle man as Michael Kane. Someone who built his legacy of brutality and blood, a hypocrite of the system. But something people would eat up, people would fall in love with both men because they take themselves far too seriously. Their egos expand further than anyone could ever imagine. Even the slightest blemish against them could send them on a tirade of diva like proportions.
If I beat you at Transgression….No, excuse me, when I beat you at Transgression will you fall into the categories of a true to life, honorable man. Will you admire someone who is better than you if only for a night, or will you’re vagina start bleeding. Will you go on a fit about how you were cheated, how the odds were stacked against you. Because I will be the first to admit.
My vagina has bled on occasion, I have let the aura of completion overwhelm me, I’ve let my ego get out of check Falcon. You’ve seen it, I’m sure everyone has seen it. But we all have moments of weaknesses. We all have the times where we just fall out of the norm, we become something were not, lesser creatures letting anger, or passion take us over, never thinking clearly just running off of what we feel. But there will be no excuses on December 27th, there will be two men entering the ring, the number one and two of their company, and possible the world. I won’t bill this as a clash of the titans, nor a match of the century candidate, because for once I don’t care about the glitz, the glam, or the media attention. I just want to win.
Now returning to my history lesson, Spike Kane’s reign lasted a staggering 112 days, with three defenses under his belt against Ortega, Mark Evil, and his retarded sister Christian Kane. He also was the first man to introduce a gimmick match into the World Title’s history, wrestling a Dragon’s Den match against Ortega, and a Last ‘Brother’ Standing match. All classics, and even I have to give the devil his due. Spike Kane is a fighter, a gamer, and didn’t back down from any adversary, its sad to see the desk job he now promptly sits at makes him less of a real man, a man that even though I despised I could respect on a fighting level. Also, it shows in the records that his title defense against Mark Evil was the first ever world championship match on a weekly show. But a shadow loomed in the distance, though Spike was the first man to even eclipse a hundred days as champion, he would find an old adversary wanting, craving, salivating at the chance for a rematch.
The Icon was back, and wanting revenge. Wanting that title back around his waist. On March 2nd, 2008 Lance Ryan would get his shot, as he entered a triple threat match against Spike Kane, and Jack Manson. Lance Ryan overcame two great athletes to regain his former glory, becoming the first, and only two time World Champion. He would go on to hold onto the belt for a staggering 140 days, making his overall time a champion to an unbelievable 210 days. Something no man has even come close to touching.
Falcon, we look at classic matches, sometimes they aren’t always a title match, but if you look at the various matches through the years. Ryan vs. B. Kane, Helms, Ryan, S. Kane, and Everyman in a fatal four way ladder match, Helms and Awesome in a street fight, X. Williams, and Awesome in Death cage.
Then after various champions, various men held that same championship high, on September 13th, 2009 you defeated a man who held onto the title after 140 days, who defended the belt on four different occasions with success. The man you beat at battlegrounds, Adam Knite. You ended the second longest title reign for the World Championship in n.C.w history Falcon. You overcame the odds, gave underdogs everywhere a sense of accomplishment.
You went on to defend your belt against former champion, Steve Awesome. A man much greater than yourself, and despite having the strap, you were yet again the underdog. You successfully overcame Awesome thus continuing your glorious streak. Then you were met with a real strange challenge Triple Threat match, but oh, this was no normal triple threat match this was a last man standing triple threat match. For those who don’t know what that means, its elimination style, one man is taken out and is down for a ten count, from there he is removed from the match, from there it becomes a singles version of a last man standing match.
You again, were the underdog, basic strategy tells anyone, that even if you despise the person you’re fighting against, team up and take out the champion. Hammond a former champion, and Jason the forever chump didn’t think that did they? You got lucky because for one time, Hammond didn’t think, and Jason was just the basic Neanderthal he is.
You walked out of a brutal match, still shining, still glorious. But that same night, I entered a personal battle for not only my career, but my soul. I sought something of a redemption against a man who shook up not only the wrestling world, but my life. Will Washington. A man I cannot bring myself to like, nor respect. Some would say I had coming to me, what he did. But I had one of the most intense, brutal matches of not only my career, but could possible be one of the most intense matches of this companies existence. I plunged him off a ladder, we broke through the ring. I rose from the rubble with not only a new found confidence, and a newly discovered inner strength. I came out the greatest threat you’ve faced yet.
Before that when you defend against Steve Awesome, I was engaged in another hellacious battle. Defending the formerly dubbed World X-Treme Championship, which was actually billed as the X-Treme championship, or as your found buddy Mike Kane likes to call it. The Honor championship. I entered an X-Treme Assault X match. I had to go up against JFK, Shaddix, and Fergus Callaghan. Men I overshadowed them, and aren’t even in my league now. I overcame all brutality, I showed everyone I was the most x-treme man in n.C.w, and the greatest reigning champion. Better than even the pathetic, greasy, world champion Falcon.
But even before that, at Battlegrounds, we share a path Falcon. We both gained championships that night, I defeated 4 other men in a X-treme Warface match. I captured my first gold in years, after going through some turbulent eventful times. I would end up losing the belt in a three way match up, thanks to the interference by Will Washington.
Obviously, my father has other things intended for me. Now you may wonder, what do I mean by that. I am not only the greatest gift god has ever given this pathetic planet, but I am the true son of God. This is no religious testament, nor will I be thumping any bibles. The fact is I’ve weathered hell in and outside that ring. I’ve now reached the top of the mountain with only one obstacle left. You stand in my way Falcon. I could sit here and rant about how I’m better than any Kane, than Ryan, Washington, Helms, Ortega, Diamond, or any other man who has been apart of this business. But does it really matter Falcon, in the end does it really matter how many other guys I’m better than, because again history show you’re better than me. Having beaten me in a singles match, even in my own so called element.
Right now history points to you as the victor, but come Transgression, it doesn’t matter who is the underdog, who is the good guy, who is the bad guy, who the fans cheer for. It only matters who wins, and who loses. I could belittle you for looking like Keanu Reeves, I could say that you’re only there because you have little secret parties with Chris Diamond, I could say how you’re just a risk jockey. No…not anymore, I’ve made those mistakes about you, I’ve insulted you, I’ve underestimated exactly who you were Falcon, the fact is you might be the scrappiest guy in the company, heart even greater than Jack Hammond.
I don’t care about heart Falcon, I care about talent. Which in that case, I have the endless supply. Though I can’t help but look at you and see myself, I can’t assume you see the same thing Falcon but we are eerily similar. No one expects greatness from us, especially from where we started, men who threw their bodies off altitudes normal men would be afraid to climb. Are we superhuman, or just stupid? So I sit here and ask you to bring it all, to leap off the highest point, to lock in the strongest submission, to throw a fist with all your might. Make me bleed, break my bones. Break me Falcon. Do it. Beat me once more. Try it.
No…you’ll have to break me, I refuse to tap out so make me pass out. I refuse to stay down for three, so knock me out. Break my head open like an egg, shed my blood as though you are some Viking warlord. For you will not be able to walk out without that title if you aren’t ready to give me your everything, because in my state of mind, I have everything to lose right now. How many times does a challenger get to go after that belt if he doesn’t succeed the first time. Well if his name isn’t named Ortega it’s a very small margin. If I can’t beat you now, how could I months from now?
You won’t beat me. You can’t beat me. I am greater than you, I am greater than any other man in this company. Now, don’t think I’m underestimating you, those are all facts. But in my mind, I can beat you, I am the true champion, though until Sunday, I will remain uncrowned. I will train in the mindset that you are better than me, more extreme than me, a better grappler, striker, and technical wrestler. I will imagine you as Lance Ryan, Reckless Jack, Gib, and Will Washington all rolled into one super wrestler. I will assume you’re on steroids, that you’re using every little advantage you possible have. In some ways I could be overestimating you, because you aren’t that Falcon, you aren’t any kind of label or expectation.
You’re the perpetual underdog, whether the people love or hate you, you are no one but yourself. And that might be the most dangerous weapon in your arsenal. So now the question rises…Who is Xavier Cross?”
We are back at the beach house, the seagulls fly high above the town in pure bliss, just enjoying the air, and the cool rush of the amazement accomplishment of flight. We see the old man standing on the porch of Xavier Cross, as Xavier sprints on the beach towards the house. Henry blows his whistle, as Xavier immediately changes directions, going full speed to the right.
The whistle cuts through the air once more as Xavier goes back on his original path towards the house. Another quick whistle blow, but this time is two sharp blows. We see Xavier hit the ground doing a series of push ups, after he hits ten, he rolls onto his back and does sit ups, he repeats each process as he successfully rolls his body to the left. Henry takes his time, and the whistle lets out another shriek, Xavier pops to his feet and goes into full sprint reaching the house.
Henry (Old Man): “Good job you sumb***h. Get up here and take a break.”
Xavier is out of breath as he quickly climbs the steps, he removes his soaking wet sweatshirt and hangs it over the banister. Throwing himself down in the chair, he looks over at Henry who gives him a rough smile.
Xavier Cross: “....I heard what you said earlier…about your son…”
Henry (Old Man): “Didya now?… Well get those thoughts outta your head kid, or you’re gonna end up thinking too much of it, get emotional and it will cost you.”
Xavier Cross: “Why didn’t you tell me about him?”
Henry (Old Man): “It didn’t matter did it, I’m here to train you, not try and make you cry with some sappy story.”
Xavier Cross: “You’ve done more than train me, you were there when no one else was. You made me into the success I’ve had. You’re the reason I’m still in this, and your son is the reason I started wrestling. I owe everything to you…”
Henry (Old Man): “If you really wanna pay my son back, you go to that *** damn match, and you beat Falcon. The one thing Grayson, like yourself could never do was be the best. I don’t care how f***ing cocky you are. Look into that window, you see that family you have there…that is your reason to win, that is your reason to strive, to never give up. Don’t lose sight of that over any title, Grayson loved wrestling, but he loved life more. So belt or no belt, you walk out of that match knowing you gave everything you got, knowing that win or lose, you still have a great family to come home to. No matter how big your head gets, never lose sight of that.”
Xavier looks shell shocked, normally the old man would give him a lecture such as that, but never has he gotten that emotional. Out of character, Xavier stands up and pats the old man on the back, who cringes thinking Xavier was going to hit him. The two share a laugh for a moment, and Xavier smiles.
Xavier Cross: “C’mon Old Man, I think we have some baby food I know how hard it is for you to chew.”
Henry (Old Man): “Listen here you cocky f***face, my teeth are stronger than you are.”
Xavier Cross: “Oh really? Lets see what happens when I knock them out…”
The two smile at each other as Henry puts his arm around Xavier’s shoulder, and they walk in, the last thing the camera picks up before it fades is Henry.
Henry (Old Man): “You talk a lot about paths Xavier…Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
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