Post by Xavier Cross on Feb 25, 2010 13:43:23 GMT -6
The scene opens to the beach, just outside of the home of Xavier Cross. The camera is on focused on the infinite horizon of the Atlantic Ocean, as the tide slowly, and gently crashes against the sand. A dark, brown moisten sand left in the wake of the salt water. Simple footprints lace the morning sand, edging closely to the boundary of where the water rises onto shore.
The camera pans up to show one, Xavier Cross. His pant legs rolled up to about mid-calf, a dark hooded sweatshirt adorned his torso. His steps are slow, but his head is tilted backwards. The sun has yet to rise over the great horizon, a short sigh pierces his lips as he turns. Noticing the camera, a gently forgotten expression washes over his face. Turning around he carefully extends his walk, in a backwards fashion. His pace still the same, except now he faces the camera.
Cross slowly turns around, the camera still following him. His hands slide in the pockets of his sweatshirt as his head goes back into a leaning position. His pace increases as he takes a sharp turn and falls down in the sand. Rolling over, his arms reach around to the back of his head giving himself a pillow, while he pulls his knees up.
Xavier closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath of the ocean breeze. The camera looks at him before crunching grains of the sand, only a few feet behind them. The camera turns around to show Henry, the old man Xavier is trained by standing there looking at him. Xavier opens one eye, and gives a short laugh.
Xavier: “About time…”
Henry: “You are early son.”
Xavier: “Being early is being on time, being on time is to be late?”
Henry: “I hate the Giants. I see you brought the camera’s along.”
Xavier: “I never bring them along, not on purpose. They’re like stalkers, but I don’t mind. Frank here is good as his job, and makes me not look fat on the camera, so I can’t complain.”
Henry: “You’re an idiot…”
Cross slowly pulls himself up, before going through a variety of stretches. Henry sits down on a forgotten beach chair watching Xavier carefully, the camera taking in a various angles of Cross. Before a quick ruffling of sand is heard, both men look up as we see Landon Cross sprinting down the beach. Immediately Xavier turns.
Xavier “Landon?”
Landon “Daddy! Mommy needs help! There is water everywhere!”
Xavier looks at Henry, who despite his old age quickly picks Landon up. Xavier sprints through the sand, Henry and his son are slowly following. Xavier is working his way through the sand, one of the hardest materials to run through. Cross lifts his foot up, but has an epic fail moment falling face first in the sand. He quickly looks up to see none other than Steve Awesome jogging across the sand, naked.
Steve: “Hey Cross”
Xavier: “Steve...Wha…why are you naked?!”
Steve: “Workin on the tan…C’ya…”
Steve jogs away, and Xavier is left stunned for a moment before realizing what exactly is going on. Shaking off the daze, he quickly gets up and sprints towards his home. Quickly taking the steps skipping two to three in the process he looks in the house to see Cari clutching her stomach, her water broken and laid across the floor.
Cari: “Its time!”
Xavier: “I love schedules…”
Henry makes his way in behind Xavier, putting Landon down the old man is out of breath. Xavier quickly leaves the room, but returns moments later holding a bag. Helping Cari down the steps, to the backseat of their car. Xavier then gets his two children situated in there seats quickly. Henry takes the passenger seat, while Xavier drives.
The scene opens in a hospital, just outside the nursery. A glass window separating the hallway from the babies. Allowing one to stand out and view the new births. We see Xavier, as well as Henry, and the two Cross children standing outside the window. Xavier turns and grins at the camera.
Xavier looks over to Henry who is entertaining the kids. He has a deck of cards out, holding them playing side facing the children. Xavier leans against the glass watching them, the camera focuses on the cards.
Henry “Pick a card any card…”
Xavier leans over, and reaches into the deck placing his finger on one card, then slowly moves it over to a few others, then slowly slides one out. An Ace of Diamonds is shown to the camera. Henry waits for Xavier to put it back, but he doesn’t. So Henry carries on the trick for Landon and Belle.
Xavier lays the card on the ground before turning to the nursery, no new babies have entered. Xavier leans against the glass, a weird feeling bubbling up in his stomach. A tap on his shoulder as he turns around. A man in white jacket, with blue scrubs underneath.
Doctor “Mr. Cross…I have bad news…”
The camera fades with a look of horror on Xavier’s face.
The camera pans up to show one, Xavier Cross. His pant legs rolled up to about mid-calf, a dark hooded sweatshirt adorned his torso. His steps are slow, but his head is tilted backwards. The sun has yet to rise over the great horizon, a short sigh pierces his lips as he turns. Noticing the camera, a gently forgotten expression washes over his face. Turning around he carefully extends his walk, in a backwards fashion. His pace still the same, except now he faces the camera.
“How boring. Thank you Ace. You talked about my rants and raves making you sleepy. Hearing your life story, how…well as your fine English gentlemen say, droll. We have all met adversity, we’ve all had are tragedies. Things that motivate us, and shake us to our core. I tossed away a carefree, upper class lifestyle at a young age to experience what I thought was real.
I put myself on the cold, tough streets of an Atlanta neighborhood for four years before understanding something to myself. Understanding that a tough life, making something out of nothing. Rising against the odds, sure it’s a great story, but it doesn’t make any difference other than how people see you. I returned home with a sense of pride not only in myself, but my will to survive.
You and I both share a common trait Ace. We’ve both taken what we wanted, and fought for what we have. We don’t need friends in the back, we don’t need anyone to help us. The fact is Ace, you arrived in this business, making a splash. You’ve accomplished more than I have in your lengthy career at nCw. You’ve also betrayed friendships, people in the back who in fact had your back for the time being. I’m not here to downplay your morals, or talk about your standards. But I haven’t been given the opportunity to make friends like Adam Knite, or Steve Awesome.
You proclaimed yourself as Judas. Talked about how you would betray your friends, and crush anyone who’d stand in your way. You won’t crush me Ace. You won’t stab me in the back. You’re a snake, a rat. You’re a coward and less than a man. However it makes no difference what you’ve done in the past. Only your future, and that is beginning to look bleaker and bleaker as the days count down to Cross Roads.”
I put myself on the cold, tough streets of an Atlanta neighborhood for four years before understanding something to myself. Understanding that a tough life, making something out of nothing. Rising against the odds, sure it’s a great story, but it doesn’t make any difference other than how people see you. I returned home with a sense of pride not only in myself, but my will to survive.
You and I both share a common trait Ace. We’ve both taken what we wanted, and fought for what we have. We don’t need friends in the back, we don’t need anyone to help us. The fact is Ace, you arrived in this business, making a splash. You’ve accomplished more than I have in your lengthy career at nCw. You’ve also betrayed friendships, people in the back who in fact had your back for the time being. I’m not here to downplay your morals, or talk about your standards. But I haven’t been given the opportunity to make friends like Adam Knite, or Steve Awesome.
You proclaimed yourself as Judas. Talked about how you would betray your friends, and crush anyone who’d stand in your way. You won’t crush me Ace. You won’t stab me in the back. You’re a snake, a rat. You’re a coward and less than a man. However it makes no difference what you’ve done in the past. Only your future, and that is beginning to look bleaker and bleaker as the days count down to Cross Roads.”
Cross slowly turns around, the camera still following him. His hands slide in the pockets of his sweatshirt as his head goes back into a leaning position. His pace increases as he takes a sharp turn and falls down in the sand. Rolling over, his arms reach around to the back of his head giving himself a pillow, while he pulls his knees up.
“It doesn’t matter does it. A title belt, a pay per view match. What does it all mean. A simple artifact of glory, that is limited to as much time as you can remain the best, beat the men thrown at you. You remain on top of your division so long as you can hold onto your belt. Some men will sink to any means nessicary, disqualification, or as the Ace has done throughout history. Backstabbing. I like to think of myself as a no-nonsense champion. That when it comes to a belt, I’m as serious as ever.
A title belt, is something wrestling is based around. Most men strive, dream of one day becoming a world champion in their federation. Something I too can relate to, being a world champion. Something the Ace knows about, that I’ve longed for since lacing my boots up, and stepping into the ring. I said before, I’ve never had a National Title shot, or even entered in the race for a contender. Until now.
Here I stand, the number 1 contender to a man who I’ve had a limited, yet rough history with. A man who at the same time is the very opposite of me, yet shares similar key traits with myself as well. But where does that play in all of this? No where. Where does any of this needless talk present itself? As a prerequisite for a war, for a battle of two men from very different positions in life, who have dealt with their won struggles. One defends his championship, while the other looks to take another step up the ladder with his opponents defeat.”
A title belt, is something wrestling is based around. Most men strive, dream of one day becoming a world champion in their federation. Something I too can relate to, being a world champion. Something the Ace knows about, that I’ve longed for since lacing my boots up, and stepping into the ring. I said before, I’ve never had a National Title shot, or even entered in the race for a contender. Until now.
Here I stand, the number 1 contender to a man who I’ve had a limited, yet rough history with. A man who at the same time is the very opposite of me, yet shares similar key traits with myself as well. But where does that play in all of this? No where. Where does any of this needless talk present itself? As a prerequisite for a war, for a battle of two men from very different positions in life, who have dealt with their won struggles. One defends his championship, while the other looks to take another step up the ladder with his opponents defeat.”
Xavier closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath of the ocean breeze. The camera looks at him before crunching grains of the sand, only a few feet behind them. The camera turns around to show Henry, the old man Xavier is trained by standing there looking at him. Xavier opens one eye, and gives a short laugh.
Xavier: “About time…”
Henry: “You are early son.”
Xavier: “Being early is being on time, being on time is to be late?”
Henry: “I hate the Giants. I see you brought the camera’s along.”
Xavier: “I never bring them along, not on purpose. They’re like stalkers, but I don’t mind. Frank here is good as his job, and makes me not look fat on the camera, so I can’t complain.”
Henry: “You’re an idiot…”
Cross slowly pulls himself up, before going through a variety of stretches. Henry sits down on a forgotten beach chair watching Xavier carefully, the camera taking in a various angles of Cross. Before a quick ruffling of sand is heard, both men look up as we see Landon Cross sprinting down the beach. Immediately Xavier turns.
Xavier “Landon?”
Landon “Daddy! Mommy needs help! There is water everywhere!”
Xavier looks at Henry, who despite his old age quickly picks Landon up. Xavier sprints through the sand, Henry and his son are slowly following. Xavier is working his way through the sand, one of the hardest materials to run through. Cross lifts his foot up, but has an epic fail moment falling face first in the sand. He quickly looks up to see none other than Steve Awesome jogging across the sand, naked.
Steve: “Hey Cross”
Xavier: “Steve...Wha…why are you naked?!”
Steve: “Workin on the tan…C’ya…”
Steve jogs away, and Xavier is left stunned for a moment before realizing what exactly is going on. Shaking off the daze, he quickly gets up and sprints towards his home. Quickly taking the steps skipping two to three in the process he looks in the house to see Cari clutching her stomach, her water broken and laid across the floor.
Cari: “Its time!”
Xavier: “I love schedules…”
Henry makes his way in behind Xavier, putting Landon down the old man is out of breath. Xavier quickly leaves the room, but returns moments later holding a bag. Helping Cari down the steps, to the backseat of their car. Xavier then gets his two children situated in there seats quickly. Henry takes the passenger seat, while Xavier drives.
-the camera fades, as Xavier speeds off-
The scene opens in a hospital, just outside the nursery. A glass window separating the hallway from the babies. Allowing one to stand out and view the new births. We see Xavier, as well as Henry, and the two Cross children standing outside the window. Xavier turns and grins at the camera.
“Well…nothing really matters anymore. My family had a new addition. I can’t be happier, I can’t want more than this…But I can’t back away from my career. Today is Thursday, February 25th, 2010. In a few moments they will bring my son in. Which gives me time to wrap this up so I can be with my family.
I hate birds, I hate parrots. I do love pirates though. I figure a taste of your own medicine would have been good for you. Maybe realize that anything you can do, I can do so much better. You’re a witty Englishman I’ll give you that. But if you want to sleep on me, go ahead. It’ll make beating you twice as easier, and ten times more fun.
Underestimate me? No, no Ace you’re not that stupid. You know what I’m capable of, at least in a hardcore match. But now we have strict rules to abide by, we have particular things we can and cannot do…Now that raises the question, will I be able to perform under these conditions? Of course. So not only will I dissect your style, I will dissect your every move, ability, and yourself like a frog.
Whatever you want to call it, you’ve been through the ropes, the repetitions. You’ve had it all said to you before, but then again that brings back your history. How many times has someone promised, guaranteed that you won’t walk away with your title, and how many times have you walked away with it? Will I fall in line with the mistakes you’ve made, the promises opponents have thrown out, are accomplished? Or will you finally break this losing streak on your first defense with me? With Xavier Cross? Highly unlikely."
I hate birds, I hate parrots. I do love pirates though. I figure a taste of your own medicine would have been good for you. Maybe realize that anything you can do, I can do so much better. You’re a witty Englishman I’ll give you that. But if you want to sleep on me, go ahead. It’ll make beating you twice as easier, and ten times more fun.
Underestimate me? No, no Ace you’re not that stupid. You know what I’m capable of, at least in a hardcore match. But now we have strict rules to abide by, we have particular things we can and cannot do…Now that raises the question, will I be able to perform under these conditions? Of course. So not only will I dissect your style, I will dissect your every move, ability, and yourself like a frog.
Whatever you want to call it, you’ve been through the ropes, the repetitions. You’ve had it all said to you before, but then again that brings back your history. How many times has someone promised, guaranteed that you won’t walk away with your title, and how many times have you walked away with it? Will I fall in line with the mistakes you’ve made, the promises opponents have thrown out, are accomplished? Or will you finally break this losing streak on your first defense with me? With Xavier Cross? Highly unlikely."
Xavier looks over to Henry who is entertaining the kids. He has a deck of cards out, holding them playing side facing the children. Xavier leans against the glass watching them, the camera focuses on the cards.
Henry “Pick a card any card…”
Xavier leans over, and reaches into the deck placing his finger on one card, then slowly moves it over to a few others, then slowly slides one out. An Ace of Diamonds is shown to the camera. Henry waits for Xavier to put it back, but he doesn’t. So Henry carries on the trick for Landon and Belle.
“The Ace of Diamonds. Ironic. Most opponents pull out an Ace card when they have to fight you. In fact I did, the Ace of Spades. Now I hold here, the Ace of Diamonds. Diamonds could represent jewelry, or in maybe this case a title belt. The Ace, obviously represents you. How many people have burnt the card? How many people have ripped it up? I believe I’ve done both in my history with you. This time, I’m going to hold onto it. So you’ve thrown at your card puns, your card game notions. It is an easy way to go when fighting you, an easy joke to make. But just like you, its played out, so I’ll hold onto this card for just a little bit longer…
Here is something new for you to hear Ace. I respect you. A man who is willing to sacrifice almost anything to achieve what he wants. I enter this fight looking at you as something I will become, however looking at your track record I plan to learn from your mistakes. I won’t be a one and done fighter, nor will I have to stab people in the back. I achieve the greatness I make. I make my path, then I travel it. I don’t need anyone to do that for me, I don’t have to use people as ladders to push myself to a higher plateau, my skill does that on its own. The only thing I want from you, is that title belt. My title belt that you’ve been holding onto the last few weeks. Make sure its shined up real nice Sunday night.
Can you truly beat me Ace? Can you really overcome what you call cocky, I call swagger, something American’s refer to as utter confidence. I talked about how I may be a younger version of you. In fact, I guess that would be an incorrect statement. I’m better than you now, and you ever were. Who did you face against for the world championship? The fact is other than that person, no one else cares, nor remembers. Your career is more remembered by your failures than your successes. In turn, you’re just another face. While I, Xavier Cross. I rise to the occasion, even with my short comings my success is great.
Ace. Embrace me as a more defined version of yourself. Look at your past, embody it in me. I want you to hate me, I want you to come unraveled, unstitched at the seams. Let it all lose. You’re a thinking man, and that is your greatest strength. If you want to hate me, if you want to end me. You want me dead. Do it by your own hands. Attempt to take my life in that very ring. I don’t plan on being a reminder of you, I plan on taking things I’ve seen, the person I am.
Then intensify, magnify the greatness that is Xavier Cross. I don’t need an ace up my sleeve to do that. Its nice to see someone who is more considered a veteran who makes me think of a path I’m heading on. The only thing I want to be like, that happens to be something similar with you. Is World Champion. However, come Sunday, I’ll settle for National Champ.”
Here is something new for you to hear Ace. I respect you. A man who is willing to sacrifice almost anything to achieve what he wants. I enter this fight looking at you as something I will become, however looking at your track record I plan to learn from your mistakes. I won’t be a one and done fighter, nor will I have to stab people in the back. I achieve the greatness I make. I make my path, then I travel it. I don’t need anyone to do that for me, I don’t have to use people as ladders to push myself to a higher plateau, my skill does that on its own. The only thing I want from you, is that title belt. My title belt that you’ve been holding onto the last few weeks. Make sure its shined up real nice Sunday night.
Can you truly beat me Ace? Can you really overcome what you call cocky, I call swagger, something American’s refer to as utter confidence. I talked about how I may be a younger version of you. In fact, I guess that would be an incorrect statement. I’m better than you now, and you ever were. Who did you face against for the world championship? The fact is other than that person, no one else cares, nor remembers. Your career is more remembered by your failures than your successes. In turn, you’re just another face. While I, Xavier Cross. I rise to the occasion, even with my short comings my success is great.
Ace. Embrace me as a more defined version of yourself. Look at your past, embody it in me. I want you to hate me, I want you to come unraveled, unstitched at the seams. Let it all lose. You’re a thinking man, and that is your greatest strength. If you want to hate me, if you want to end me. You want me dead. Do it by your own hands. Attempt to take my life in that very ring. I don’t plan on being a reminder of you, I plan on taking things I’ve seen, the person I am.
Then intensify, magnify the greatness that is Xavier Cross. I don’t need an ace up my sleeve to do that. Its nice to see someone who is more considered a veteran who makes me think of a path I’m heading on. The only thing I want to be like, that happens to be something similar with you. Is World Champion. However, come Sunday, I’ll settle for National Champ.”
Xavier lays the card on the ground before turning to the nursery, no new babies have entered. Xavier leans against the glass, a weird feeling bubbling up in his stomach. A tap on his shoulder as he turns around. A man in white jacket, with blue scrubs underneath.
Doctor “Mr. Cross…I have bad news…”
The camera fades with a look of horror on Xavier’s face.