Post by Xavier Cross on Apr 26, 2010 20:28:02 GMT -6
Xavier Cross walks out in a extra large suit top, with football pads under them, and tight fitting suit pants, he also has a sponge bob tie. The room seems like a small boardroom with a podium at the front center. His outfit is strange, but the occupants of the room are stranger. A homeless man with a blonde wig sits in a front row seat, a man playing the piano, and a cardboard cut out of the band, My Chemical Romance. The camera pans around to the front of the podium to show the letter I-D-C news.
A man walks up to the podium and clears his throat.
“Thank you ladies and gentlemen. As an Eye-Dee-Sea exclusive we have the founding member of Velez Industries, Mr. Charlie Velez who has a special announcement!”
Xavier walks in a ‘McMahon style’ to the podium, he leans over it and looks around squinting under the lights, a production crew member asks him.
“What light would you like sir?”
“Uh….no thanks?”
The bum in the front row stirs a bit, the wig falling off as he burps.
Xavier playing Mr. Velez straightens himself on the podium and looks into the camera. He pounds his fist onto the podium getting everyone’s attention.
He pauses for a moment, looking up in a dream state. The bum stirs again, which brings him back to reality.
The camera turns to the bum, who lets out a fart followed by rolling of the chair. The camera turns back to Xavier Cross as Velez who has the suit unbutton and is rubbing his nipples.
He buttons the suit back up and looks seriously into the camera.
The camera switches over to a monkey in a cage, and then back to Xavier who as Velez has the suit unbuttoned rubbing his nipples.
He buttons the suit back up and looks around the room.
The camera switches to the My Chemical Romance cardboard cutouts, who all have had a different picture of Alex Jones as faces. The cameras switches back to Xavier who’s holding a large mouth bass.
Xavier drops the fish and picks up a dark throwing it at the cardboard cut out, the camera focuses on him as we hear a lady let out a scream.
Xavier start’s busting out laughing taking the suit top off, followed by the football pads. He slowly walks out of the room as the camera fades to a black screen. A spotlight hit’s the backdrop as Xavier Cross steps out from behind the back. A black t-shirt, and a pair of worn blue jeans, with the National Title slung over his shoulder.
Xavier looks upwards, the spotlight shining down on him radiating heat. He grins a bit and holds his arms out.
Xavier takes a deep breath settling himself. He adjusts the National Championship on his shoulder.
A man walks up to the podium and clears his throat.
“Thank you ladies and gentlemen. As an Eye-Dee-Sea exclusive we have the founding member of Velez Industries, Mr. Charlie Velez who has a special announcement!”
Xavier walks in a ‘McMahon style’ to the podium, he leans over it and looks around squinting under the lights, a production crew member asks him.
“What light would you like sir?”
“You kidding me boy! I look good in NO LIGHT! I’ll show ya after the press conference if the you’re interested.”
“Uh….no thanks?”
The bum in the front row stirs a bit, the wig falling off as he burps.
“Baby! It’s not what it looks like….Uh….is this thing on….sh*t!”
Xavier playing Mr. Velez straightens himself on the podium and looks into the camera. He pounds his fist onto the podium getting everyone’s attention.
“Hard Cock!….”
He pauses for a moment, looking up in a dream state. The bum stirs again, which brings him back to reality.
“I’ve called you all hear to babble about my fictional industry. Something that embodies everything I am, a sham. All my cheap clothes, and products we sell to the masses. I know most of you have more important things to do like sleep, or masturbate. But this is important! From this point on I will focus on my half-assed wrestling campaign! So turn my companies controlling power over to my lovely wise. Annetta “Real Penis” Velez!”
The camera turns to the bum, who lets out a fart followed by rolling of the chair. The camera turns back to Xavier Cross as Velez who has the suit unbutton and is rubbing his nipples.
“Oh…uh…”
He buttons the suit back up and looks seriously into the camera.
“Charlie Velez is bad. Charlie Velez is good. Charlie Velez is a bad boy, spank Charlie Velez so hard. Charlie Velez will talk about Charlie Velez in a third person. Why? Because Charlie Velez doesn’t have an education higher than the seventh grade, because Charlie Velez got lost in the woods behind Charlie Velez’s house for sixteen years….If that didn’t confuse you then this will…”
The camera switches over to a monkey in a cage, and then back to Xavier who as Velez has the suit unbuttoned rubbing his nipples.
“Oh…ahem…”
He buttons the suit back up and looks around the room.
“Charlie Velez guesses Charlie Velez should address something to the emo elephant in the room…”
The camera switches to the My Chemical Romance cardboard cutouts, who all have had a different picture of Alex Jones as faces. The cameras switches back to Xavier who’s holding a large mouth bass.
“Charlie Velez have bigger fish to fry My Chemical Alex Jones!”
Xavier drops the fish and picks up a dark throwing it at the cardboard cut out, the camera focuses on him as we hear a lady let out a scream.
“Damn it….Charlie Velez missed. But more fish! Venom, Vee Nom, Eddie Brock, Topher Grace, That’s 70’s show….uh…what was Charlie Velez talking about again….oh yeah yeah….Venon, Charlie Velez’s brother enemy friend brother boyfriend enemy master associate, who then turned into Charlie Velez’s room mate’s friend’s brother’s sister’s veterinarian’s uncle’s step son’s math teacher, and then decided to become some guy Charlie Velez will reference. CHARLIE VELEZ!...No where did Charlie Velez's fish go, It smells like Xavier William's nuts...”
*****
Xavier start’s busting out laughing taking the suit top off, followed by the football pads. He slowly walks out of the room as the camera fades to a black screen. A spotlight hit’s the backdrop as Xavier Cross steps out from behind the back. A black t-shirt, and a pair of worn blue jeans, with the National Title slung over his shoulder.
“Enough jokes. Enough impersonations. Enough of me shouting Charlie Velez. I mocked you, I took a huge shot at your entire life. I don’t know between the two of my opponent’s which one is dumber, Venom or Charlie Velez. Maybe the inability to spell ‘like’ or the fact one is basically a carbon copy of myself only months ago, with a short haired Shaddix. Two people will get that reference but I’m okay with that.
Maybe I’ve stepped over a boundary that makes my fans uncomfortable. Maybe I’ve done stuff that doesn’t sit well with you Mr. Velez. The fact is I have a problem with men like you and Venon who step in here flaunting around accomplishments and memories from other feds. Yeah sure I talk about GWC every so often, but the fact remains I don’t use that is a springboard, I don’t use it to start a conversation or to make people think about this dead federation.
The fact is I’ve carried my weight here, and I don’t need to talk about what I’ve done elsewhere, because I’ve done it here. If you think either of you are different from guy’s I’ve faced before you’re wrong. All you two are, are watered down freaks. You know how many clown’s walk through those curtains claiming they are going to do big things? You two have been given a great opportunity to face a man well beyond your talent scope or abilities. When the fact is you both well…
Suck.”
Maybe I’ve stepped over a boundary that makes my fans uncomfortable. Maybe I’ve done stuff that doesn’t sit well with you Mr. Velez. The fact is I have a problem with men like you and Venon who step in here flaunting around accomplishments and memories from other feds. Yeah sure I talk about GWC every so often, but the fact remains I don’t use that is a springboard, I don’t use it to start a conversation or to make people think about this dead federation.
The fact is I’ve carried my weight here, and I don’t need to talk about what I’ve done elsewhere, because I’ve done it here. If you think either of you are different from guy’s I’ve faced before you’re wrong. All you two are, are watered down freaks. You know how many clown’s walk through those curtains claiming they are going to do big things? You two have been given a great opportunity to face a man well beyond your talent scope or abilities. When the fact is you both well…
Suck.”
Xavier looks upwards, the spotlight shining down on him radiating heat. He grins a bit and holds his arms out.
“Can you handle the spotlight, or will you burn up in it. You’ll talk all the trash you want about me, about how I’ve done things. But the way I have done my sh*t has produced results, and the way I’ll handle you two pieces of sh*t will show why I represent not only the greatest country in the world, but also why I’m one of the best. That’s not overconfidence that’s just a fact.
So before you come up and start running your mouth about how great Charlie Velez is, how awesome Charlie Velez is, how hard Charlie Velez is I want you to go do your research. To see how bad Xavier Cross is, how hard Xavier Cross is, how mean Xavier Cross is. Maybe you’ll wise of Velez, see that all you are is a joke version of me. You’ll never be me, and you’ll never be a National Champion.
So if I throw a stiff shot, break your nose, break your jaw. You’ll know why. You can talk all the **** you want about me, but you leave Cari’s name outta your mouth. I’ll f*cking kill you bitch. Dead motherf*cker. You aren’t nothing, and you’ll never be sh*t understand. I don’t care if I gotta keep my boots on and keep doing this wrestling sh*t. F*ck you Velez. F*ck you.”
So before you come up and start running your mouth about how great Charlie Velez is, how awesome Charlie Velez is, how hard Charlie Velez is I want you to go do your research. To see how bad Xavier Cross is, how hard Xavier Cross is, how mean Xavier Cross is. Maybe you’ll wise of Velez, see that all you are is a joke version of me. You’ll never be me, and you’ll never be a National Champion.
So if I throw a stiff shot, break your nose, break your jaw. You’ll know why. You can talk all the **** you want about me, but you leave Cari’s name outta your mouth. I’ll f*cking kill you bitch. Dead motherf*cker. You aren’t nothing, and you’ll never be sh*t understand. I don’t care if I gotta keep my boots on and keep doing this wrestling sh*t. F*ck you Velez. F*ck you.”
Xavier takes a deep breath settling himself. He adjusts the National Championship on his shoulder.
“You think you’re just going to Waltz in here talking big sh*t, talking lots of sh*t. Whatever. Run your mouth ya punk. I’ll put you in the right place.”