Post by Xavier Cross on Apr 28, 2010 11:44:45 GMT -6
The sound of tape being pull from its sleeve cues the promo from black, to the scene of a gym. We see Xavier Cross with both hands held out, getting wrapped up boxer style. The camera pans in a 180 degree turn, to show his feet are also taped up. The trainer finishes the taping, as Xavier stands up throwing a few light kicks, and adjusting his hands to get a good feel. A light piano tune hums through the promo, as Xavier turns and walks slow motion, the camera changes angles, looking up from the floor.
[glow=green,2,300]“The heart of a champion, embodied by the spirit of a lion…”[/glow]
Xavier stands in front of a heavy bag, throwing a few punches and kicks. Right hook, left jab, he staggers back throwing a quick block to his imaginary opponent followed by a light left kick, followed by a hard jumping right kick. The bag staggers for a moment before barely sliding backwards. Xavier plants his foot and follows through with a hard right, straight forward almost Gib-esc. He staggers a bit missing the bag completely. The piano tune still playing as the camera switches to Xavier on a weight bench.
[glow=green,2,300]“To never give up, to not walk away. To stand up to every challenge placed in front of you…”[/glow]
Cross lays his hand’s backwards, his spotter lays a handful of chalk in his left hand. Xavier presses both hands tightly together, they pull away quickly, but slow down once more as Xavier claps as chalk slowly scatters about, the pictures speeds up as he lifts the bar off his chest. Xavier quickly lifts it once, twice, three times before the camera switches out to him in the ring. In the bottom position in Greco-roman style wrestling. The camera shows the ref who blows into the whistle, but nothing but the piano tune is heard.
[glow=green,2,300]“The Heart, Hustle and Soul of the Game.”[/glow]
Xavier grabs onto his opponents arm and switches positions quickly, sitting out. Maintaining wrist control Cross puts his shoulder upwards into his opponent’s chest flipping him over. Cross’s opponent shifts momentum, locking Xavier in an arm bar. Xavier struggles for a moment, as the camera switches once more to him standing in the center of the ring the National Title over his shoulder. The camera spins a full 360 degrees as Xavier slowly lifts a Gatorade G series bottle to his mouth taking a drink of it.
[glow=green,2,300]“Whether its on the court, field, or in the ring…”[/glow]
The camera switches back to the heavy bag as Xavier, now sweating green swings at the bag, each contact is slowed down by the camera. A right jab, and left jab, followed by a step back into a left kick, Xavier follows through planting his left foot down and hit’s a spinning jump kick with his right leg. The bag immediately flies backwards, as Xavier finishes his rotation he plants his feet and sends a right hand making contact with the bag knocking it off the railing track.
[glow=green,2,300]“I’ll always keep my head up, and give 100%.”[/glow]
The scene then switches to Xavier Cross lifting weights, he staggers a bit but the green sweat starts showing up. He pushes the bar up once more as the spotter racks it. He gets up and flexes a bit as he slaps his hands together causing more chalk to rise into the air. He turns to the camera as it zooms it, not only are his sweat glowing a lime color of green, his eyes are lit up in a green tint.
[glow=green,2,300]"When the world stops, the lights shine brightest on the stars."[/glow]
Once more the camera switches points to Xavier in the ring. Still lock in the arm bar, his face showing plenty of pain. Shifting his body, Xavier twists and manages to kick his opponent in the head, followed by taking the split second that the opponent releases the hold to counter into a triangle choke that seemed to be pulled out of no where. The opponent struggles for a moment, as Xavier wrenches the hold the green sweat more prominent, until his opponent taps out.
[glow=Green,2,300]“I'll keep repping USA until the day that I die. That's G."[/glow]
Xavier is shown once more in the ring, black and white now. Standing next to one of the greatest athletes of all time, Muhammad Ali. Despite shaking greatly, Ali takes his signature pose, as Xavier looks confident into the camera holding the title up. The camera fades into a red, white, and blue swirl, American flag colors.
[glow=green,2,300]“The heart of a champion, embodied by the spirit of a lion…”[/glow]
Xavier stands in front of a heavy bag, throwing a few punches and kicks. Right hook, left jab, he staggers back throwing a quick block to his imaginary opponent followed by a light left kick, followed by a hard jumping right kick. The bag staggers for a moment before barely sliding backwards. Xavier plants his foot and follows through with a hard right, straight forward almost Gib-esc. He staggers a bit missing the bag completely. The piano tune still playing as the camera switches to Xavier on a weight bench.
[glow=green,2,300]“To never give up, to not walk away. To stand up to every challenge placed in front of you…”[/glow]
Cross lays his hand’s backwards, his spotter lays a handful of chalk in his left hand. Xavier presses both hands tightly together, they pull away quickly, but slow down once more as Xavier claps as chalk slowly scatters about, the pictures speeds up as he lifts the bar off his chest. Xavier quickly lifts it once, twice, three times before the camera switches out to him in the ring. In the bottom position in Greco-roman style wrestling. The camera shows the ref who blows into the whistle, but nothing but the piano tune is heard.
[glow=green,2,300]“The Heart, Hustle and Soul of the Game.”[/glow]
Xavier grabs onto his opponents arm and switches positions quickly, sitting out. Maintaining wrist control Cross puts his shoulder upwards into his opponent’s chest flipping him over. Cross’s opponent shifts momentum, locking Xavier in an arm bar. Xavier struggles for a moment, as the camera switches once more to him standing in the center of the ring the National Title over his shoulder. The camera spins a full 360 degrees as Xavier slowly lifts a Gatorade G series bottle to his mouth taking a drink of it.
[glow=green,2,300]“Whether its on the court, field, or in the ring…”[/glow]
The camera switches back to the heavy bag as Xavier, now sweating green swings at the bag, each contact is slowed down by the camera. A right jab, and left jab, followed by a step back into a left kick, Xavier follows through planting his left foot down and hit’s a spinning jump kick with his right leg. The bag immediately flies backwards, as Xavier finishes his rotation he plants his feet and sends a right hand making contact with the bag knocking it off the railing track.
[glow=green,2,300]“I’ll always keep my head up, and give 100%.”[/glow]
The scene then switches to Xavier Cross lifting weights, he staggers a bit but the green sweat starts showing up. He pushes the bar up once more as the spotter racks it. He gets up and flexes a bit as he slaps his hands together causing more chalk to rise into the air. He turns to the camera as it zooms it, not only are his sweat glowing a lime color of green, his eyes are lit up in a green tint.
[glow=green,2,300]"When the world stops, the lights shine brightest on the stars."[/glow]
Once more the camera switches points to Xavier in the ring. Still lock in the arm bar, his face showing plenty of pain. Shifting his body, Xavier twists and manages to kick his opponent in the head, followed by taking the split second that the opponent releases the hold to counter into a triangle choke that seemed to be pulled out of no where. The opponent struggles for a moment, as Xavier wrenches the hold the green sweat more prominent, until his opponent taps out.
[glow=Green,2,300]“I'll keep repping USA until the day that I die. That's G."[/glow]
Xavier is shown once more in the ring, black and white now. Standing next to one of the greatest athletes of all time, Muhammad Ali. Despite shaking greatly, Ali takes his signature pose, as Xavier looks confident into the camera holding the title up. The camera fades into a red, white, and blue swirl, American flag colors.
“Some may wonder, am I just a corporate sell out. No. Gatorade sponsors the best athletes. You see Peyton Manning, LeBron James, The William’s sisters, Dwayne Wade, Michael Phelps, and of course a man I was introduced today, Muhammad Ali, hands down the greatest fighter ever. Not once has wrestling been introduced into the spotlight of Television. We’ve lurked in the corners to the point where people used to hide the fact they were wrestling fans, that this was a redneck sport. Well look at my success, look at me. Do I look like a hick to you? No.
I represent something that not many men have the honor of doing, something I’m grateful for. I’m the National Champion. What does that represent? I guess you could compare it to the United States Men’s Basketball team. Team Redemption. Winning that gold metal, proving to the world that the United States is hands down, the best. Could it be Michael Phelps lifting his gold metals at the same Olympics, becoming one of the greatest Olympians ever?
Could it also be the painful defeat of the United States Men’s Hockey team at the hands of the Canadians? Or the fact that the American Spirit will never. Never. Die. Win, or Lose, we come back stronger, harder, and better than before.
The ideal, that embodies not only Gatorade, but every athlete who represents this great nation. Sure, we have our faults, our government isn’t the most spotless thing out there, and our economy is in the tank. But our spirit will never dwindled, we will survive. We will carry on. That American Ideal is something I want to represent, I want to do my country proud. Which is why Venom, and Charlie Velez won’t touch this strap. They won’t ruin the glory that is the National Title.
I made jokes, I made people laugh and I’ve probably gotten under the skin of Charlie Velez. He calls me a child, he calls me weak, pathetic, saying how he is better than me. If you want to rewind to anything before March I was spouting the same stuff. So why don’t you come at me with something I haven’t said to opponents, or better yet shut your damn mouth.
You’re weak. You hide behind your shell of a confidence because you know you can’t get it done, and when you do fail to beat me at A Night to Remember, you’ll blame it on the lights, they were just too bright, you’ll blame it on the ref, he wasn’t paying attention. You’ll blame it on the fans for shouting my name, just a little too loud for you to focus. But you’ll never place the blame on yourself Charlie. Why do I know all this? Because I was just like you.
As for you Venom, you’re just the same as Charlie, you’re a bit soft spoken however you wanted to see a fire. You want to see me show some emotion. I almost lost it in my last piece, I almost let lose a pure emotional outburst. But the fact is once I let the emotions control me, I’ve already lost. You won’t see much more than this expressionless face until I beat either of you come Sunday. The fact is I refuse to let my emotions overcome me. However they will fuel me, and you can thank Charlie Velez for the stiff shots I’ll be throwing.
No more jokes, and no more kid gloves. They’re off.
Venom needs to understand that the past is something that should fuel you, but not something you should brag about. You think the nCw fans care about what you did over in federation who cares? You think these fans care about what you did with Velez in other places. These are the nCw faithful, these are the greatest fans on earth. Sure your accomplishments should not be frowned upon because you are a great young talent Venom. One of the best I’ve seen since Andrew Jacobsen. But like Andrew Jacobsen, you’ll quickly learn that the biggest dogs shouldn’t be messed with so early. So you keep your accomplishments, keep spouting off how great you were in other places, but here, those accomplishments won’t turn a single head in the back. The fans won’t give a damn that you were a former television extreme tag team champion of who gives a crap.
You’ve been thrown to the sharks too soon. I know you’ve found success lately, but it ends at A Night to Remember. You have the right idea though, which is why if between you and Velez I think you’d make a better champion. You know you have something to prove, you don’t think the world should be handed to you because of what you think. You have confidence that hasn’t crossed over into cocky territory. As long as you keep your Ego in check, this won’t be your last title match kid.
As for you Velez. You want me to be scared. I’m shaking. You want to hear my voice crack, I’m going through puberty. But here you go again, spouting off about your honor roll, how you sucked on your daddy’s money tit, and how you’re an all American wrestler. I look at you and I see the same blue print of every young punk who walks in here. My daddy has money, I was good in school, I’ve done great things everywhere now hand me a title. The fact is they handed you a shot, but they also handed me a gun. I’ll put you down Velez, like a sick dog. In fact, I’ll put money that in a month or two you’ll be gone. Into the graveyard of the failures, the losers.
This was supposed to be my last match. A night to remember, to end it all. To let my glory fade away as I went away to deal with my life outside of wrestling. However I thought the spark was gone. I thought no one could light a fire under my ass. However Charlie, maybe it was the lackluster talents of yours, or Venom’s terrible grammar that just set me on fire. No Charlie, it was the fact that you decided to bring Cari into this. You’ve unleashed a Xavier Cross long forgotten into time. The man who put Will Washington through a ring. You’re under my skin, you’ve gotten in my head Velez. You’ve pissed me off.
You continue to reference my wife, to take shots. You want me to get angry. I’m furious. You’re digging your own grave. Keep saying her name, and I promise you, the first time the ref isn’t looking, that split second. If I get the opportunity….
I will kill you.
Turn the camera off, I’m done. F*ck you Velez.”
I represent something that not many men have the honor of doing, something I’m grateful for. I’m the National Champion. What does that represent? I guess you could compare it to the United States Men’s Basketball team. Team Redemption. Winning that gold metal, proving to the world that the United States is hands down, the best. Could it be Michael Phelps lifting his gold metals at the same Olympics, becoming one of the greatest Olympians ever?
Could it also be the painful defeat of the United States Men’s Hockey team at the hands of the Canadians? Or the fact that the American Spirit will never. Never. Die. Win, or Lose, we come back stronger, harder, and better than before.
The ideal, that embodies not only Gatorade, but every athlete who represents this great nation. Sure, we have our faults, our government isn’t the most spotless thing out there, and our economy is in the tank. But our spirit will never dwindled, we will survive. We will carry on. That American Ideal is something I want to represent, I want to do my country proud. Which is why Venom, and Charlie Velez won’t touch this strap. They won’t ruin the glory that is the National Title.
I made jokes, I made people laugh and I’ve probably gotten under the skin of Charlie Velez. He calls me a child, he calls me weak, pathetic, saying how he is better than me. If you want to rewind to anything before March I was spouting the same stuff. So why don’t you come at me with something I haven’t said to opponents, or better yet shut your damn mouth.
You’re weak. You hide behind your shell of a confidence because you know you can’t get it done, and when you do fail to beat me at A Night to Remember, you’ll blame it on the lights, they were just too bright, you’ll blame it on the ref, he wasn’t paying attention. You’ll blame it on the fans for shouting my name, just a little too loud for you to focus. But you’ll never place the blame on yourself Charlie. Why do I know all this? Because I was just like you.
As for you Venom, you’re just the same as Charlie, you’re a bit soft spoken however you wanted to see a fire. You want to see me show some emotion. I almost lost it in my last piece, I almost let lose a pure emotional outburst. But the fact is once I let the emotions control me, I’ve already lost. You won’t see much more than this expressionless face until I beat either of you come Sunday. The fact is I refuse to let my emotions overcome me. However they will fuel me, and you can thank Charlie Velez for the stiff shots I’ll be throwing.
No more jokes, and no more kid gloves. They’re off.
Venom needs to understand that the past is something that should fuel you, but not something you should brag about. You think the nCw fans care about what you did over in federation who cares? You think these fans care about what you did with Velez in other places. These are the nCw faithful, these are the greatest fans on earth. Sure your accomplishments should not be frowned upon because you are a great young talent Venom. One of the best I’ve seen since Andrew Jacobsen. But like Andrew Jacobsen, you’ll quickly learn that the biggest dogs shouldn’t be messed with so early. So you keep your accomplishments, keep spouting off how great you were in other places, but here, those accomplishments won’t turn a single head in the back. The fans won’t give a damn that you were a former television extreme tag team champion of who gives a crap.
You’ve been thrown to the sharks too soon. I know you’ve found success lately, but it ends at A Night to Remember. You have the right idea though, which is why if between you and Velez I think you’d make a better champion. You know you have something to prove, you don’t think the world should be handed to you because of what you think. You have confidence that hasn’t crossed over into cocky territory. As long as you keep your Ego in check, this won’t be your last title match kid.
As for you Velez. You want me to be scared. I’m shaking. You want to hear my voice crack, I’m going through puberty. But here you go again, spouting off about your honor roll, how you sucked on your daddy’s money tit, and how you’re an all American wrestler. I look at you and I see the same blue print of every young punk who walks in here. My daddy has money, I was good in school, I’ve done great things everywhere now hand me a title. The fact is they handed you a shot, but they also handed me a gun. I’ll put you down Velez, like a sick dog. In fact, I’ll put money that in a month or two you’ll be gone. Into the graveyard of the failures, the losers.
This was supposed to be my last match. A night to remember, to end it all. To let my glory fade away as I went away to deal with my life outside of wrestling. However I thought the spark was gone. I thought no one could light a fire under my ass. However Charlie, maybe it was the lackluster talents of yours, or Venom’s terrible grammar that just set me on fire. No Charlie, it was the fact that you decided to bring Cari into this. You’ve unleashed a Xavier Cross long forgotten into time. The man who put Will Washington through a ring. You’re under my skin, you’ve gotten in my head Velez. You’ve pissed me off.
You continue to reference my wife, to take shots. You want me to get angry. I’m furious. You’re digging your own grave. Keep saying her name, and I promise you, the first time the ref isn’t looking, that split second. If I get the opportunity….
I will kill you.
Turn the camera off, I’m done. F*ck you Velez.”