Post by Xavier Williams on Jul 6, 2010 14:31:39 GMT -6
Cause some things just don't change
It's better when they stay the same
Although the whole world knows your name
So on the biggest days they came to see you spit your game
Ooooohhhhhhh
It shouldn't be difficult to explain
Just why you came back again, you hate the fame
Love the game, cold as ice you remain
**** em' all, tell 'em all eat ****, here we go again
It's better when they stay the same
Although the whole world knows your name
So on the biggest days they came to see you spit your game
Ooooohhhhhhh
It shouldn't be difficult to explain
Just why you came back again, you hate the fame
Love the game, cold as ice you remain
**** em' all, tell 'em all eat ****, here we go again
Camera opens Xavier in his personal church, his salvation, his gym. The wrestling school he opens years ago, the only place he can feel like himself. He is running the ropes, picking up speed, every time he sling-shots back and forth. He stops, jogs in place.His eyes focused out intot he distance. He drops. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Hits the ropes. Stop. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Stop. Xavier grabs a towel and wipes down his face. He takes a gulp of his Gatorade. He step out of the ring and sits down on the ring apron.
Sometimes things go the way you want... and most of the time, it doesn't A few weeks ago, I told people I would be going straight to the top, and in all the years I spent in this company, I forgot that things like that, it takes time... it's a process... it's long and grueling, but it maes the reward sweeter in the end. Baby steps, and this seems to the the first, major test.
The Honor championship... heh... it's almost funny when I think about it. One of the things that I fought for in this company was honor. One of the very few, who believed in it. Who thought that wrestling is more then a way to make some money, **** some random whore or push some side agenda. For the last few weeks, people have been telling me that, it's an honor to be in the ring with me... and while the feelings mutual, it's something that... your name still carries a level of respect that no matter what some people say... that it still garners respect.
I didn't get that by greasing palms, I didnt get there, by kissing ass.. I did it, by busting my ass every week, week in and week out, no matter what the circumstances were. Be it the opener on Suspense. Opener of Trauma, main event, curtain jerker, hell even a dark match. I treat every opportunity like it's my last...
I gave too much to this business to take it for granted anymore. And me winning the Honor Championship.. is a good move for me to show this company,t hat I still respect it, as much as it respect me. To have a champion it can be proud of.
And that is where we get to you, Venom.
I don't need to tell you what I've done, you've already told me. It doesn't matter what I did, hell... what you've done before this moment, doesn't matter, hell I don't even care. I care about one moment, and that is when that bell rings and to give the world the best WRESTLING match they've ever seen. That is what Honor is all about. To prove that you are the better man and still, after giving it your all...
To still have the respect to shake that man's hand and say, "Good job", no matter what, win or lose.
I was like you, I thought i was the man, I looked down on some of my opponents, I walked around like I had the BIGGEST dick ever... but you know what happened... I lost, I kept losing, i kept crashing... reality hit me. Punks like you, come a dime a dozen and they are easily forgotten.
I'm flattered you want to destroy my legacy... but it's already written, and at Wired... I add to it, one Honor Championship, and one humbled champion.
Xavier hops off the ring apron and grabs his drink and shuts off the camera.
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