Post by Xavier Cross on Dec 26, 2009 11:36:23 GMT -6
I believe in one thing only, the power of human will.
-Joseph Stalin
The scene opens to the new beach house the Cross family has moved into, a large quantity of dinner dishes lays on the kitchen table. The camera pans into the living room where a large tree takes up a large portion of a corner. All size of boxes, wrapped in colorful paper line the bottom of the tree, where Landon and Isabella sit anxiously. Across from them in the recliner is Henry, who is drinking something out of a large mug. Xavier, and Cari walk hand in hand into the living room, a camera in Cari’s hand as Xavier sits in his chair across from Henry, pulling Cari onto his lap
“Well…we still got a few more months before the newest member of the Cross family gets here…But, we are on our third Christmas as a family, and the first one that I’ve been able to sit through with you guys. Now we got Grandpa Henry here too..”
Henry lifts his mug up in approval, as Xavier shakes his head.
“Great…who’s idea was it to give him Irish Coffee…Look anyways, before you two start tearing open presents I want to tell you all that I love you, and that no matter what happens Sunday at work, I’ll be home Monday, smiling and happy, because I got you guys to come home to…yes even you old man…”
Cari wraps her arms around Xavier’s neck and the two share a kiss. Landon and Isabella look at each other, and make sick faces.
“Oh would you two stop that! You’re gonna make the kids and me sick! Just let ‘em open their gifts!”
“Can we daddy?!”
“Yeah! C’mon Dad we’ve waited all day!”
Xavier smiles, and nods.
“Go for it, the pink and purple ones are Belle’s, the red and blue ones are Landon’s.”
“What about mine?”
The scene fades after Cari speaks. Xavier is the only solid object left, he stands up in the white environment. His hands run through his hair as he looks up into the air, the white ceiling goes on forever, no sense of time, or boundaries lies in this zone.
Xavier nods his head as he finds a chair from his living room, the same one he had been sitting in before the room turned white. Things start to fade back into color, back into his living room. The kids have opened all their gifts, playing with their toys. Henry is passed out in his chair, his coffee mug empty. Xavier and Cari are sitting on the chair talking, just out of ear shot.
Cari slowly stands up off his lap, and leads him into the kitchen, the cameras follow. Cari is leaning over the sink, looking out the window. Xavier has his hands in his pockets, Cari beings to speak.
“I know this is your biggest match. Probably ever. I know there are a lot of things swimming around in your head Xavier. We’ve gone through this every so often, I just need to know that you’re going to be okay, win, or lose. Championship or not, you’re going to come back home the same man…”
Xavier grins, as she slowly turns around he holds out a black silk box. She looks surprised, Xavier grins.
“Its from Switzerland, hand made, custom fitted just for you. Merry Christmas sweetheart…But to answer your question, things will change, they are already changing. For the better, I finally have my situation in order, both personal and professional. I have a goal ahead of me, and I’m ready to meet it head on. I’m not going to risk you and the kids anymore, I know my limits, and if I can’t beat Falcon without going beyond those, I won’t do it. I won’t lose you guys, the four of you mean more to me than any title ever will…”
“That’s why you’re going to win it Xavier…because you finally know what is most important in your life…”
“…Old man?”
“My son never had a family, though he never had a title shot. He never got to be more than in the middle, you have a shot Xavier. Whether you win or lose, you already won the war in your soul. You’ll walk away from this match a better man for it. So just go solidify your legacy and beat Falcon.”
“So this is it, this is where I figure out if I’m a champion or a chump, a real fighter or not….”
“No, you’ve proved that you’re a champion this last few days Cross, right now you need to understand the respect of a fight. If you lose, make sure you gave enough where Falcon will respect you. Don’t fight for his respect, let him give it to you when he sees what you’re throwing…”
“That is ridiculous advice. I’m going for the championship, not anyone’s respect. If I earn it along the way, fine by me. But I’m not gunning for anyone’s respect, that title, will command me respect.”
It seems the camera has one more trick up it’s sleeve, as everyone freezes in the frame, but Xavier steps out of his situation, and turns to the camera.
The scene unfreezes, but it seems the dialogue is muted. Cari wraps her arms around Xavier, kissing him as he stumbles backwards. Henry shakes his head, and exit’s the room as Cari whispers something in Xavier’s ear. The camera catches his face, as a jaw dropping moment, as the two also quickly exit the room.
We will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
-Martin Luther King Jr
-Joseph Stalin
“Joseph Stalin, a great man in a sense, but as our history portrays him, a horrible villain, an enemy from Russia. A uneasy ally during world war two. Statistics show Stalin as a man who committed more murder than Hitler. Alas, I’m not here to discuss politics, history, or Joseph Stalin. Only a quote from the dictator. I believe in one thing only, the…power…of human will. That power is something Falcon and I know a lot about. Pulling ourselves up after a brutal match, after exhausting nights of giving everything we got. But what do I have to show for it, a little contract that says I’ll be fighting for a championship.
While Falcon, he holds a prize so many people in this company crave, drool over in fact. The power of human will is a strength all men and women share, whether it be a middle class man who works six days out of the week, to come home and watch nascar with his family. Or a woman working her way through school to make something of herself. All people know the power of human will, the strength it provides. A clash of Human Will, will be at Transgression, but only one will provide stronger than the other….but I digress, I have some holiday stuff to take care of, so please join me. For a Xavier Cross Christmas.”
While Falcon, he holds a prize so many people in this company crave, drool over in fact. The power of human will is a strength all men and women share, whether it be a middle class man who works six days out of the week, to come home and watch nascar with his family. Or a woman working her way through school to make something of herself. All people know the power of human will, the strength it provides. A clash of Human Will, will be at Transgression, but only one will provide stronger than the other….but I digress, I have some holiday stuff to take care of, so please join me. For a Xavier Cross Christmas.”
The scene opens to the new beach house the Cross family has moved into, a large quantity of dinner dishes lays on the kitchen table. The camera pans into the living room where a large tree takes up a large portion of a corner. All size of boxes, wrapped in colorful paper line the bottom of the tree, where Landon and Isabella sit anxiously. Across from them in the recliner is Henry, who is drinking something out of a large mug. Xavier, and Cari walk hand in hand into the living room, a camera in Cari’s hand as Xavier sits in his chair across from Henry, pulling Cari onto his lap
“Well…we still got a few more months before the newest member of the Cross family gets here…But, we are on our third Christmas as a family, and the first one that I’ve been able to sit through with you guys. Now we got Grandpa Henry here too..”
Henry lifts his mug up in approval, as Xavier shakes his head.
“Great…who’s idea was it to give him Irish Coffee…Look anyways, before you two start tearing open presents I want to tell you all that I love you, and that no matter what happens Sunday at work, I’ll be home Monday, smiling and happy, because I got you guys to come home to…yes even you old man…”
Cari wraps her arms around Xavier’s neck and the two share a kiss. Landon and Isabella look at each other, and make sick faces.
“Oh would you two stop that! You’re gonna make the kids and me sick! Just let ‘em open their gifts!”
“Can we daddy?!”
“Yeah! C’mon Dad we’ve waited all day!”
Xavier smiles, and nods.
“Go for it, the pink and purple ones are Belle’s, the red and blue ones are Landon’s.”
“What about mine?”
The scene fades after Cari speaks. Xavier is the only solid object left, he stands up in the white environment. His hands run through his hair as he looks up into the air, the white ceiling goes on forever, no sense of time, or boundaries lies in this zone.
“Falcon. What can I say, I flip flop a lot. But I guess I have an excuse, pile it on with my long list of excuses over the years. Excuses of why I’m a bad father, a horrible husband, a poor professional coworker, a terrible wrestler. Why my opinion changes on a daily basis, why I am I so focused. I’ve changed my appearance so many times because I’ve never been satisfied with who I am. My entrance music changes almost every other month. I love change so much, or maybe I hate consistency?
No more excuses. As someone who wants to be a world champion, excuses are only a step backwards. I have to admit and see my faults in order to change them. I have to realize that I’m not as perfect as my ego leads me to believe. But if I backtrack on that, all I’m doing is flip flopping. I can’t stay in one mindset for too long, I’m just not able to do that. Though it seems to me, in order to achieve my goals I’ll have to do one thing.
Become modest?
I can’t. That goes against everything I am. I am the god’s greatest gift…correct…?
No, not yet. I can make all the boasts, claims, and statements I want. I can give myself sweet nicknames, make wise cracks, insults, everything under the cheap shot blue skies. But what does that accomplish Falcon? Nothing, just makes you want to hit me harder. I’ve been wrestling for over seven years now, and I still don’t have it figured out Falcon…
Can you help me?
Beat some sense into me, please I’m begging of you Falcon. Show me the way, so that I can become the World Champion. Provide me with the last step I need to finally reach up and achieve my dream. Though no man wants to be a stepping stone, a ladder rung for another athlete. The fact remains the same Falcon, one of us will climb further to the top of the mountain, while the other will stumble fall. If I manage to fall, for once I will take my lumps, I’ll take a loss with a teaspoon of salt. But if you think after this one match that I’m done…
Then you’re wrong
However, I don’t plan on losing. So you can call me a half rate wrestler or less. Call me someone who doesn’t fit into this business. Get your own insults out Falcon, because I know what is important to me, and you saw it a few minutes ago. I can pride myself now in saying that this company isn’t in control of my life. My family is the most important thing, but I picked my son up the other day and he asked me if I was a super hero. He sees some of the things I can do in the ring, and thinks I’m super man. My daughter thinks I’m a prince who is going to get his crown and become a king soon. My wife, she just thinks I’m a great guy. But who am I…
No more excuses. As someone who wants to be a world champion, excuses are only a step backwards. I have to admit and see my faults in order to change them. I have to realize that I’m not as perfect as my ego leads me to believe. But if I backtrack on that, all I’m doing is flip flopping. I can’t stay in one mindset for too long, I’m just not able to do that. Though it seems to me, in order to achieve my goals I’ll have to do one thing.
Become modest?
I can’t. That goes against everything I am. I am the god’s greatest gift…correct…?
No, not yet. I can make all the boasts, claims, and statements I want. I can give myself sweet nicknames, make wise cracks, insults, everything under the cheap shot blue skies. But what does that accomplish Falcon? Nothing, just makes you want to hit me harder. I’ve been wrestling for over seven years now, and I still don’t have it figured out Falcon…
Can you help me?
Beat some sense into me, please I’m begging of you Falcon. Show me the way, so that I can become the World Champion. Provide me with the last step I need to finally reach up and achieve my dream. Though no man wants to be a stepping stone, a ladder rung for another athlete. The fact remains the same Falcon, one of us will climb further to the top of the mountain, while the other will stumble fall. If I manage to fall, for once I will take my lumps, I’ll take a loss with a teaspoon of salt. But if you think after this one match that I’m done…
Then you’re wrong
However, I don’t plan on losing. So you can call me a half rate wrestler or less. Call me someone who doesn’t fit into this business. Get your own insults out Falcon, because I know what is important to me, and you saw it a few minutes ago. I can pride myself now in saying that this company isn’t in control of my life. My family is the most important thing, but I picked my son up the other day and he asked me if I was a super hero. He sees some of the things I can do in the ring, and thinks I’m super man. My daughter thinks I’m a prince who is going to get his crown and become a king soon. My wife, she just thinks I’m a great guy. But who am I…
I’m Just a step away,
I’m just a breath away;
Losing my faith falling off the edge today!
I am just a man,
Not superman,
I’m not superhuman!
Someone save me from the hate
I’m just a breath away;
Losing my faith falling off the edge today!
I am just a man,
Not superman,
I’m not superhuman!
Someone save me from the hate
As much as I claimed in the past that I was something more than a man, I know my limitations, I know how far I can push myself. Am I really ready to give it all, just for one golden belt, for one title, one prize. Its it really worth it all. Ask Floyd Mayweather Jr if being the best is worth it, as any member of a world championship New York Yankee team, if it was worth it. Being the best is worth every single drop of blood, sweat, and tears.
But as long as they are my own tears.
I don’t want my wife and children to grow up without me, I don’t want to have to be taken care of. I don’t want to run the risk of breaking my neck, back or seriously injuring myself. Its not fair to them. If this was on my own terms Falcon, I’d throw the entire shed of tricks I have at you, shift into every gear I can find. Turn it up eleven notches to full volume. But I can’t, I have a family to feed, and take care of, no title belt is worth that much…not even a world championship….
But as long as they are my own tears.
I don’t want my wife and children to grow up without me, I don’t want to have to be taken care of. I don’t want to run the risk of breaking my neck, back or seriously injuring myself. Its not fair to them. If this was on my own terms Falcon, I’d throw the entire shed of tricks I have at you, shift into every gear I can find. Turn it up eleven notches to full volume. But I can’t, I have a family to feed, and take care of, no title belt is worth that much…not even a world championship….
I gotta fight today,
to live another day;
speakin my mind today
my voice will be heard today!
to live another day;
speakin my mind today
my voice will be heard today!
I’ve gotta make a stand,
but I am just I man,
I’m not superhuman
my voice will be heard today!
but I am just I man,
I’m not superhuman
my voice will be heard today!
Don’t you dare get it twisted, just because I have something holding me back from putting my life on the line, doesn’t mean I’m not going to give you a handful Falcon. I didn’t go through all this just to give up, just to let you walk away untouched as the better man. I’ll give you all I can muster, all you can handle, and if that isn’t enough I’ll give you some more. But I have a line I refuse to cross, a limitation I refuse to bring out. On good faith alone, I won’t leave my family without a father and a husband.
Do you understand where I’m coming from? Do you feel me Falcon. Maybe this is the heart of a champion I’ve been searching for. Its not about boasting, its not about cockiness. Its about who wants it more, that’s what its always been about, but I’ve been too naïve to see that, I’ve been stupid. It took my three year old children to make me realize, that I’m already a champion. I’m already great…
Do you understand where I’m coming from? Do you feel me Falcon. Maybe this is the heart of a champion I’ve been searching for. Its not about boasting, its not about cockiness. Its about who wants it more, that’s what its always been about, but I’ve been too naïve to see that, I’ve been stupid. It took my three year old children to make me realize, that I’m already a champion. I’m already great…
I’m gonna fight for whats right,
today I’m speaking my mind,
and if it kills me tonight
I will be ready to die!
today I’m speaking my mind,
and if it kills me tonight
I will be ready to die!
It all remains the same. Daddy has a job to do, and a goal to reach. I’d be letting myself down if I didn’t come home with that world championship. No amount of quotes, insults, boasts, excuses, or tirades will stop me from giving you all that I got Falcon. But you wouldn’t expect anything less from me. I’m more than you’ve ever faced in your entire career. I am not a monster, nor animal, nor beast. I am a man who knows exactly who I am.
The greatest.”
The greatest.”
Xavier nods his head as he finds a chair from his living room, the same one he had been sitting in before the room turned white. Things start to fade back into color, back into his living room. The kids have opened all their gifts, playing with their toys. Henry is passed out in his chair, his coffee mug empty. Xavier and Cari are sitting on the chair talking, just out of ear shot.
Cari slowly stands up off his lap, and leads him into the kitchen, the cameras follow. Cari is leaning over the sink, looking out the window. Xavier has his hands in his pockets, Cari beings to speak.
“I know this is your biggest match. Probably ever. I know there are a lot of things swimming around in your head Xavier. We’ve gone through this every so often, I just need to know that you’re going to be okay, win, or lose. Championship or not, you’re going to come back home the same man…”
Xavier grins, as she slowly turns around he holds out a black silk box. She looks surprised, Xavier grins.
“Its from Switzerland, hand made, custom fitted just for you. Merry Christmas sweetheart…But to answer your question, things will change, they are already changing. For the better, I finally have my situation in order, both personal and professional. I have a goal ahead of me, and I’m ready to meet it head on. I’m not going to risk you and the kids anymore, I know my limits, and if I can’t beat Falcon without going beyond those, I won’t do it. I won’t lose you guys, the four of you mean more to me than any title ever will…”
“That’s why you’re going to win it Xavier…because you finally know what is most important in your life…”
“…Old man?”
“My son never had a family, though he never had a title shot. He never got to be more than in the middle, you have a shot Xavier. Whether you win or lose, you already won the war in your soul. You’ll walk away from this match a better man for it. So just go solidify your legacy and beat Falcon.”
“So this is it, this is where I figure out if I’m a champion or a chump, a real fighter or not….”
“No, you’ve proved that you’re a champion this last few days Cross, right now you need to understand the respect of a fight. If you lose, make sure you gave enough where Falcon will respect you. Don’t fight for his respect, let him give it to you when he sees what you’re throwing…”
“That is ridiculous advice. I’m going for the championship, not anyone’s respect. If I earn it along the way, fine by me. But I’m not gunning for anyone’s respect, that title, will command me respect.”
It seems the camera has one more trick up it’s sleeve, as everyone freezes in the frame, but Xavier steps out of his situation, and turns to the camera.
“The old man said it best, maybe I need to rework my image, my morals, and such. Maybe I do need to change. But it changing isn’t what got me here. No. It was my will power, my abilities. So you can call me just another one that falls to the edge, is never anything special, just a flavor of the month. Say what you will Falcon, none of that will effect me. There are no gimmicks going into this match for me Falcon, just skill alone. The words will fall by the wayside of nothing that will ever be remembered in this match, just the punches thrown, the risks taken, and what we accomplished inside this ring.
But you and I will only hold the merit of these words now, as fuel to our fire. I want that title Falcon, so bad. You remember what it was like the entire week before fighting Adam for it. Staring him down across the ring, you remember the excited feeling, something you hadn’t felt in a while. Like a kid on Christmas almost….Look, I need to get these camera’s out of here, spend a few more hours with my family. Then I’ll be on a plane, so I’ll c’ya Sunday Falcon. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays….ya fruitcake….So…I had to get at least one in, it wouldn’t feel right with me if I didn’t make a ‘Falcon is gay’ joke. Plus it fit’s the season…”
But you and I will only hold the merit of these words now, as fuel to our fire. I want that title Falcon, so bad. You remember what it was like the entire week before fighting Adam for it. Staring him down across the ring, you remember the excited feeling, something you hadn’t felt in a while. Like a kid on Christmas almost….Look, I need to get these camera’s out of here, spend a few more hours with my family. Then I’ll be on a plane, so I’ll c’ya Sunday Falcon. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays….ya fruitcake….So…I had to get at least one in, it wouldn’t feel right with me if I didn’t make a ‘Falcon is gay’ joke. Plus it fit’s the season…”
The scene unfreezes, but it seems the dialogue is muted. Cari wraps her arms around Xavier, kissing him as he stumbles backwards. Henry shakes his head, and exit’s the room as Cari whispers something in Xavier’s ear. The camera catches his face, as a jaw dropping moment, as the two also quickly exit the room.
We will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
-Martin Luther King Jr