Post by Xavier Williams on Jan 30, 2010 17:17:15 GMT -6
*cough*
What?
Nothing, just weird man...
What do you mean?
It just, still feels, just wrong...
Camera cuts to Xavier and Bishop standing outside of the hotel and Bishop is enjoying another Black & Mild... strawberry BTW...
What feels wrong?
Black Jesus, I'm sure nCw is gonna love printing that on shirts.
Hey, I'm sure they wont care, money is money, you already got the fans chanting it... embrace it, I mean you have to look at it like this. The people are buying into already, what do you have to use, you said it yourself, fromt he bottom up, what's extra motivation...
Bishop takes a drag of his Black and lets out a puff, as Xavier steps to the side, preventing himself from inhaling the smoke.
I get what your saying, I really do. But, still, odd...
I didn't do this,t he people did it, and you should just soak it in and absorb it.
Still... Seems like a lot of pressure.
And you need to FEED off that man. Only the best can succeed with pressure on their backs, now is the time
Yeah... maybe you have a point...
I KNOW I have a point... I'm gonna grab a beer, you're welcomed to join me
I'll catch up later.
Bishop flicks his butt onto the ground before walking back inside the hotel. Xavier leans back on the bench, looking up toward the sky
"Black Jesus" Xavier Williams...
Xavier just laughs and shakes his head. He stands up and makes his way inside.
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Xavier is back in his hotel room, a passed out Bishop is seen on the couch. Xavier is packing up his gym bag, before he heads out for the PPV.
Guess what (guess what) I don't give a ****
None these niggas real as me, pick 'em out, line 'em up
**** ya man, he ain't ****
What ya say, suck a dick
Excuse me if I'm being rude, let me check my attitude
Talk about wasted potential, huh?
For someone who never seems to know which if he wants to come and go, seems to have a lot of sage advice to give me. Of course outside of typical race jokes, and the same old nonsense everyone else has been spewing; I have to say, what you've been saying, it's been... sticking to me. I understand that someone in your place, where he can really make an impact for himself with this match.
Fergus, I didn't mention you, because you're not worth it... call it what you want, I'll call it what it is... It's reality. Why should I be worried about you... wow you put 3 wins up in a row... and I should be shaking in my boots because of that... all it takes is one *snaps his fingers* instant, and that streak is dead and gone. Then what, why should I care about Fergus then? After that... you got nothing, but memories of what you had. It may seem like I'm blowing it out of proportion... but to be honest, what do I have to lose, according to the much celebrated former...? Umm....? Irish Drinking Champion, Fergus Callaghan? Has declared me a has-been. Yes... this guy, has stated that my career is dead, why show up, why bother, maybe I should just lay down and hand you the match...
Xavier just scoffs and cracks a smirk
THAT is why you don't get much a mention from me. You can say whatever you want, but you've done NOTHING to back up any of what comes out of your mouth.
I mean Fergie, you have a chance to be noticed, if not for having an excellent match with me. But at least putting yourself in people's minds, you have this chance, what do you... some, played out racial jokes, i mean it was cute when Diamond was doing almost a year ago, but since you hurt my feelings, I'll just sulk in my mansion... you know the one I paid for by main eventing PPVs here, over in Japan... you know, you've might of bought a ticket to see me, you said it yourself, you used to be a fan, I'm sure your PPV ticket or PPV buy, at least covered a car payment for me.
And just like your prediction for the Celtics to beat down the Magic... you're not gonna win this one.
Xavier has a little laugh at that. Before leaning up against his counter.
Jack Wilde, what's going on buddy? Don't think I forgot about you.. I'm sure you're out there, somewhere... just show up, prove to use that you're not dead or something. It might seem like me and Fergs are just focusing on each other, but don't think you're just gonna sneak up and catch us off guard, we're aware that you are out there, lurking... just know when Meta comes, you have to show your face, and when you show... I'm gonna bust it...
Xavier grabs some things and places them in his gym bag and puts his clothes in the bag and places them on the couch.
Sunday is the first day, the first of many, the start of my climb to the top of nCw again. I fell from grace, ****... I fell hard, hit every rung on the ladder on my way down, but now I have to dust myself off and start my way again. The competition will be fierce, but I don't fear them... once you failed, there ain't nothing to fear anymore. I know every bright-eyed rookie says the same thing, but they don't have the will, the strength to see it all the way through actually try to make it. They come in, and get dropped... then they run home, that ain't me. I don't care if I have to pin everyman on the roster to do it, I don't care if I have to 100 Death Cages again, I'll do it. You see so many people have written me off, its like the fire has turned into an inferno and now I want to do nothing more to prove them wrong again, to see the look in their faces, to give me that sweet satisfaction. I'm returning to glory, and there ain't a damn thin you can do about it.
Excuse me Mr. Attitude, why you got an attitude
Can't stand these rappin' niggas, fakin' ass trappin' niggas
These never (ever) never (ever) never had a pack niggas
F.T.B (Fade to Black)
What?
Nothing, just weird man...
What do you mean?
It just, still feels, just wrong...
Camera cuts to Xavier and Bishop standing outside of the hotel and Bishop is enjoying another Black & Mild... strawberry BTW...
What feels wrong?
Black Jesus, I'm sure nCw is gonna love printing that on shirts.
Hey, I'm sure they wont care, money is money, you already got the fans chanting it... embrace it, I mean you have to look at it like this. The people are buying into already, what do you have to use, you said it yourself, fromt he bottom up, what's extra motivation...
Bishop takes a drag of his Black and lets out a puff, as Xavier steps to the side, preventing himself from inhaling the smoke.
I get what your saying, I really do. But, still, odd...
I didn't do this,t he people did it, and you should just soak it in and absorb it.
Still... Seems like a lot of pressure.
And you need to FEED off that man. Only the best can succeed with pressure on their backs, now is the time
Yeah... maybe you have a point...
I KNOW I have a point... I'm gonna grab a beer, you're welcomed to join me
I'll catch up later.
Bishop flicks his butt onto the ground before walking back inside the hotel. Xavier leans back on the bench, looking up toward the sky
"Black Jesus" Xavier Williams...
Xavier just laughs and shakes his head. He stands up and makes his way inside.
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Xavier is back in his hotel room, a passed out Bishop is seen on the couch. Xavier is packing up his gym bag, before he heads out for the PPV.
Guess what (guess what) I don't give a ****
None these niggas real as me, pick 'em out, line 'em up
**** ya man, he ain't ****
What ya say, suck a dick
Excuse me if I'm being rude, let me check my attitude
Talk about wasted potential, huh?
For someone who never seems to know which if he wants to come and go, seems to have a lot of sage advice to give me. Of course outside of typical race jokes, and the same old nonsense everyone else has been spewing; I have to say, what you've been saying, it's been... sticking to me. I understand that someone in your place, where he can really make an impact for himself with this match.
Fergus, I didn't mention you, because you're not worth it... call it what you want, I'll call it what it is... It's reality. Why should I be worried about you... wow you put 3 wins up in a row... and I should be shaking in my boots because of that... all it takes is one *snaps his fingers* instant, and that streak is dead and gone. Then what, why should I care about Fergus then? After that... you got nothing, but memories of what you had. It may seem like I'm blowing it out of proportion... but to be honest, what do I have to lose, according to the much celebrated former...? Umm....? Irish Drinking Champion, Fergus Callaghan? Has declared me a has-been. Yes... this guy, has stated that my career is dead, why show up, why bother, maybe I should just lay down and hand you the match...
Xavier just scoffs and cracks a smirk
THAT is why you don't get much a mention from me. You can say whatever you want, but you've done NOTHING to back up any of what comes out of your mouth.
I mean Fergie, you have a chance to be noticed, if not for having an excellent match with me. But at least putting yourself in people's minds, you have this chance, what do you... some, played out racial jokes, i mean it was cute when Diamond was doing almost a year ago, but since you hurt my feelings, I'll just sulk in my mansion... you know the one I paid for by main eventing PPVs here, over in Japan... you know, you've might of bought a ticket to see me, you said it yourself, you used to be a fan, I'm sure your PPV ticket or PPV buy, at least covered a car payment for me.
And just like your prediction for the Celtics to beat down the Magic... you're not gonna win this one.
Xavier has a little laugh at that. Before leaning up against his counter.
Jack Wilde, what's going on buddy? Don't think I forgot about you.. I'm sure you're out there, somewhere... just show up, prove to use that you're not dead or something. It might seem like me and Fergs are just focusing on each other, but don't think you're just gonna sneak up and catch us off guard, we're aware that you are out there, lurking... just know when Meta comes, you have to show your face, and when you show... I'm gonna bust it...
Xavier grabs some things and places them in his gym bag and puts his clothes in the bag and places them on the couch.
Sunday is the first day, the first of many, the start of my climb to the top of nCw again. I fell from grace, ****... I fell hard, hit every rung on the ladder on my way down, but now I have to dust myself off and start my way again. The competition will be fierce, but I don't fear them... once you failed, there ain't nothing to fear anymore. I know every bright-eyed rookie says the same thing, but they don't have the will, the strength to see it all the way through actually try to make it. They come in, and get dropped... then they run home, that ain't me. I don't care if I have to pin everyman on the roster to do it, I don't care if I have to 100 Death Cages again, I'll do it. You see so many people have written me off, its like the fire has turned into an inferno and now I want to do nothing more to prove them wrong again, to see the look in their faces, to give me that sweet satisfaction. I'm returning to glory, and there ain't a damn thin you can do about it.
Excuse me Mr. Attitude, why you got an attitude
Can't stand these rappin' niggas, fakin' ass trappin' niggas
These never (ever) never (ever) never had a pack niggas
F.T.B (Fade to Black)