Post by Xavier Williams on Jan 26, 2010 22:50:50 GMT -6
"Tired of the same old song and dance. Something needs to change, the gears are gonna need to click sooner or later..."
-from the Twitter account @omxavier
"Bro... **** aint going right. I mean, look at you, former World Champion, delegated to the opening match.... OF THE PRESHOW?! The **** man..."
The camera comes to Xavier sitting on the edge of the bed and his cousin, Bishop standing on the other side of the room, Black and Mild in his hand, as he takes a drag...
*exhales* I mean, I know you've been away for a second and I know some serious **** has gone down, but sooner or later, you gotta snap out of that **** man. Look at you, you're pretty much the punchline for alot of people... Look at you, ever since the end of Suspense, you've been pretty much like a zombie. Just sitting there.
Xavier doesn't say anything, he just clasps his hands together and leans forward, still staring at the wall.
C'mon man, what is with you? Are you gonna let those people trash YOUR legacy, people like Ace? Rob Diamond? Hell you even have Angel talking down to you, you two fought in WARS and he questions YOUR heart... You got the street hoping for you man, you got the dreams and hopes of the streets on you man... Black Jesus... the street's salvation.. It's ju-
Betrayed by his fellow man... left to die...
Bishop stops mid rant, as Xavier cuts him off. Xavier stands up from the bed and walks over to the window.
I'm tired of it... I really am.
What?
It seems like every once and again, I come back and spit the same old nonsense, about how this time it will be different and how I'm a changed man, but to be honest, why should you buy it... Why should you, the viewer, buy into what I'm selling.
That is the beauty of it, you don't have to... so if I fail, you wont look like a fool for backing me up.
But if I succeed, then you have the self-satisfaction of saying, "That you've always believed in me" You look like a genius either way, you can't lose. And for so long, I've seemed to feed off the people that trusted me, but now... those people are becoming fewer and more distant, you see, once you falter, they want nothing to do with you.
You're everyones hero, until they don't need you anymore.
I mean I'll look at it like this, the streets, they need you, they need to see great men like yourself, pull yourself up from the rubble and start dominating again. I know, you're pulling curtain - hell - PRE Curtain jerker stuff, but that shouldn't hold you back from being the Savior that you are man.
Yeah... whatever...
You need to snap out of that **** quickly...
Xavier doesn't respond, Bishop just shakes his head and leaves the room. Xavier walks over to the mini fridge and pulls out a can of coke, he pops the top takes a sip and leans against the bar counter in his room.
I don't think the reality of this match as began to sink in, maybe it is all the alcohol that has began to cloud your better judgment. Maybe that fast-forward life you live, has already erased the pain of our match and now you are recovering somewhere, with a bottle of the finest clasped in your hands. Or maybe is the fact that you are new, you haven't had taken your lumps yet, you listen to every else talk, instead of seeing what is in front of you.
Or...
Maybe I'm just talking big, or maybe I am a prophet, I guess we have to wait for Wired to see if I am telling the truth.
But you see... for so long, greatness that has left me, for so long it seemed that misstep after misstep just kept holding me back, it kept me from attaining that place in greatness, and I don't know why, I don't know, why... but it just did. Maybe it was my own apathy or maybe it just wasn't in the cards for me, but this... THIS... is. You are no champion, you barely qualify to be considered a wrestler, just because you step into between those ropes, doesn't make you a wrestler, when you step into the ring with me... it makes you a victim...
It makes you hurt. It makes you re-think your career moves, but you will have plenty of time to do that... once the match is over.
It's easy to point out my faults, but I've already laid them out on the table and I gladly except them, it gives me something to work for, it gives me fire to go on, and a reason to train, to watch tape, to make those long trips.
Fergus, Wilde, you're just like everyone who wants to doubt me, at one time you loved me, know you want nothing to do with me, you want to kick me aside and tell me my time has passed, that I should forever carry this burden on my back. Every day, a constant reminder, "You used be World Champion..." "You had classic matches ith Angel" What happened?
And it seems like in the instant, I'm supposed to come up with an answer that will soothe their souls, but I have nothing to say... I would have the satisfaction of seeing them disappointed when they can't bring me down... but now... now it seems like everyone wants to toss my name around like a joke, and that is where people have crossed the line.
People who've done NOTHING with their career, want to drag me down... want to put MY name in their mouths.... **** is gonna stop, and I';m gonna make you two a prime example, opening match or not I will make an example. I'm not dead yet, no need to start burying me now...
Xavier tosses the can into the trash and makes his way over to window... and we fade to black.
-from the Twitter account @omxavier
"Bro... **** aint going right. I mean, look at you, former World Champion, delegated to the opening match.... OF THE PRESHOW?! The **** man..."
The camera comes to Xavier sitting on the edge of the bed and his cousin, Bishop standing on the other side of the room, Black and Mild in his hand, as he takes a drag...
*exhales* I mean, I know you've been away for a second and I know some serious **** has gone down, but sooner or later, you gotta snap out of that **** man. Look at you, you're pretty much the punchline for alot of people... Look at you, ever since the end of Suspense, you've been pretty much like a zombie. Just sitting there.
Xavier doesn't say anything, he just clasps his hands together and leans forward, still staring at the wall.
C'mon man, what is with you? Are you gonna let those people trash YOUR legacy, people like Ace? Rob Diamond? Hell you even have Angel talking down to you, you two fought in WARS and he questions YOUR heart... You got the street hoping for you man, you got the dreams and hopes of the streets on you man... Black Jesus... the street's salvation.. It's ju-
Betrayed by his fellow man... left to die...
Bishop stops mid rant, as Xavier cuts him off. Xavier stands up from the bed and walks over to the window.
I'm tired of it... I really am.
What?
It seems like every once and again, I come back and spit the same old nonsense, about how this time it will be different and how I'm a changed man, but to be honest, why should you buy it... Why should you, the viewer, buy into what I'm selling.
That is the beauty of it, you don't have to... so if I fail, you wont look like a fool for backing me up.
But if I succeed, then you have the self-satisfaction of saying, "That you've always believed in me" You look like a genius either way, you can't lose. And for so long, I've seemed to feed off the people that trusted me, but now... those people are becoming fewer and more distant, you see, once you falter, they want nothing to do with you.
You're everyones hero, until they don't need you anymore.
I mean I'll look at it like this, the streets, they need you, they need to see great men like yourself, pull yourself up from the rubble and start dominating again. I know, you're pulling curtain - hell - PRE Curtain jerker stuff, but that shouldn't hold you back from being the Savior that you are man.
Yeah... whatever...
You need to snap out of that **** quickly...
Xavier doesn't respond, Bishop just shakes his head and leaves the room. Xavier walks over to the mini fridge and pulls out a can of coke, he pops the top takes a sip and leans against the bar counter in his room.
I don't think the reality of this match as began to sink in, maybe it is all the alcohol that has began to cloud your better judgment. Maybe that fast-forward life you live, has already erased the pain of our match and now you are recovering somewhere, with a bottle of the finest clasped in your hands. Or maybe is the fact that you are new, you haven't had taken your lumps yet, you listen to every else talk, instead of seeing what is in front of you.
Or...
Maybe I'm just talking big, or maybe I am a prophet, I guess we have to wait for Wired to see if I am telling the truth.
But you see... for so long, greatness that has left me, for so long it seemed that misstep after misstep just kept holding me back, it kept me from attaining that place in greatness, and I don't know why, I don't know, why... but it just did. Maybe it was my own apathy or maybe it just wasn't in the cards for me, but this... THIS... is. You are no champion, you barely qualify to be considered a wrestler, just because you step into between those ropes, doesn't make you a wrestler, when you step into the ring with me... it makes you a victim...
It makes you hurt. It makes you re-think your career moves, but you will have plenty of time to do that... once the match is over.
It's easy to point out my faults, but I've already laid them out on the table and I gladly except them, it gives me something to work for, it gives me fire to go on, and a reason to train, to watch tape, to make those long trips.
Fergus, Wilde, you're just like everyone who wants to doubt me, at one time you loved me, know you want nothing to do with me, you want to kick me aside and tell me my time has passed, that I should forever carry this burden on my back. Every day, a constant reminder, "You used be World Champion..." "You had classic matches ith Angel" What happened?
And it seems like in the instant, I'm supposed to come up with an answer that will soothe their souls, but I have nothing to say... I would have the satisfaction of seeing them disappointed when they can't bring me down... but now... now it seems like everyone wants to toss my name around like a joke, and that is where people have crossed the line.
People who've done NOTHING with their career, want to drag me down... want to put MY name in their mouths.... **** is gonna stop, and I';m gonna make you two a prime example, opening match or not I will make an example. I'm not dead yet, no need to start burying me now...
Xavier tosses the can into the trash and makes his way over to window... and we fade to black.