Post by Xavier Cross on Sept 16, 2010 18:19:04 GMT -6
-TMZ.com-
“nCw superstar, Xavier Cross is shown enjoying a meal with protégé Natalie Tyson, daughter of the current General Manager of nCw’s Collision, and one of the higher ups. Only months after the passing of his wife, the integrity of this man is being called into question. The other question, which most wrestling fans want to know, when is the wedding?”
-nCw.com-
Statement from Xavier Cross:
“I have released the contract of being the manager of one, Natalie Tyson. This comes admit controversy over our strictly professional relationship. Natalie was never more than a friend to me, but what the media is painting. It makes me sick to think people actually consider that I would have moved on so quickly. But I know this won’t squash the rumors. But here is the fact that sh** talking can effect people in real life. Grow up. Get your facts straight.”
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The scene opens to Xavier Cross in a batting cage, taking a few swings he makes solid contact with all the pitches. The machine slowly powers down, Cross leans the bat over his shoulder. His arms, brow, and such are beaming with sweat as he opens the cage, stepping out drying his face off with his shirt.
“Hey…”
Cross looks up, a bit shocked to hear the soft, female voice so familiar to him. Turning around, a sigh escapes his lips a bit of annoyance in his tone.
“I thought I made it clear…”
“I wanted to come by to apologize. It was wrong of me to act the way I did, and I’m sorry these people are saying these things. But you’re my first, real friend in a while. Sure my vision got cloudy, but I don’t want to lose you in my life…”
“I have three kids; I don’t want them hearing anything. I don’t want them to assume I’m trying to replace their mother. At any point in their lives, I have too much in my life to worry about you. These reporters, these news stories are what to be expected with being a public celebrity; however, I don’t need that kind of press. Maybe in the future things will be different Natalie, but right now our friendship is just in the wrong time.”
Natalie steps towards him
“No. How many times do you want to hear this. Just because it was only friendship, doesn’t mean that’s what other people see it as. I have to restore my image, I can’t be having people thinking that I would even consider dating this soon after my Wife passing away. Plus, Natalie I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me, I catch your glances, your staring. It’s not right, it may never, ever be right. You’re a beautiful girl, but right now, and in the foreseeable future, I can’t nor want to be with you. If only you, and the world would accept that we could be friends.”
Natalie stands there, her mouth open, bottom lip shaking. Her fist clenched, she cocks back and looks like she is about to throw a hard right at Xavier, who stands there ready to take the hit. But she stops.
“You’re not even worth it.”
Natalie turns and walks away again. Xavier stands there with his bat leaned over his shoulder watching Natalie walk away. He reaches his hand out to say one last thing, but his mouth doesn't move, and she disappears into the night.
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Xavier Cross is shown sitting on his pouch looking up at the night sky, his legs up on the banister, a Miller Highlife in his left hand, half full. Shaking his head, Cross sits up putting his beer down.
"I did the right thing."
The scene then switches across the night sky, a light strumming of a guitar can be heard as we see Natalie Tyson, her face flushed from crying.
“nCw superstar, Xavier Cross is shown enjoying a meal with protégé Natalie Tyson, daughter of the current General Manager of nCw’s Collision, and one of the higher ups. Only months after the passing of his wife, the integrity of this man is being called into question. The other question, which most wrestling fans want to know, when is the wedding?”
-nCw.com-
Statement from Xavier Cross:
“I have released the contract of being the manager of one, Natalie Tyson. This comes admit controversy over our strictly professional relationship. Natalie was never more than a friend to me, but what the media is painting. It makes me sick to think people actually consider that I would have moved on so quickly. But I know this won’t squash the rumors. But here is the fact that sh** talking can effect people in real life. Grow up. Get your facts straight.”
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“I guess I’ll address again. To Drake, to Natalie, to Will Washington. I love Cari, I’ll never stop loving that woman. Ever. I’ll carry her smile, her laugh, her love to the grave with me. So stop running your damn mouths about that. Natalie started to feel things that I wasn’t ready for, nor do I have an idea if I’ll ever be ready for in the foreseeable future.
Now that I squashed that, let’s see if I can make it 2-2 tonight.
Steve Awesome. Has said his piece, has talked to the world for months. He is the face of this franchise, what almost appeared as the forced heir of this company after the Kelly Knite fiasco. I sit here and asked myself, what was the foundation our friendship, that formed completely off camera in my first stint with nCw.
I came in as a cocky individual, big news in another place. A place long dead, gone like dust in the wind, or the losers in the time of history. A past that I sometimes have to remember and reference, but something I don’t hold close to my heart like I do this place.
Steve was basically the same guy, the fans loved him, he was strong, smiling on top of the National Title scene. I was trying to scrape together a run in the X-Division. After a loss to Alex Jones, alias A.J. Phoenix at the time, in the X-Division tournament, which would make in the next few months marking my second full year with the company, woo.
I was in the trainers room getting checked up, making sure I didn’t sustain to much of a hurt from Alex. Steve was getting a prematch check up, he said a few things to me, I got a little rowdy, he made a joke and walked off.
In all honesty, I found myself in awe. At the time, Steve Awesome is what a young Xavier Cross wanted to be. Successful, smooth talking, and cool as a winter’s wind. This man could win any match against any opponent, and have any woman he wanted. What kind of guy wouldn’t want that kind of life?
It took off from there, we kept in contact, at first through text, email, facebook that kind of thing. Then we started meeting at random press events, just hanging out. Our personalities meshed very well, and from there I made my first friend in the wrestling business. We tossed around ideas, strategies, and we knew one day our alliance would be formed.
The chance arose after Mr. Fox approached me with a proposition, by signing on with Front Office, I would get a shot at the National Title, but moreover, Charlie Velez. But that’s an old story. I’m sitting on the cusp of in one year going from Main Eventing the Warfare match in some X-treme title hellacious match, to being the most overrated wrestler.
I feel like the Ace.
But I’m trying to find my feet again, learning how to run before I can walk can present some problems. The train runs through Freakke this weekend. I’ll get half the views I usually get, that I deserve, but it doesn’t matter. It’s just some traction for my feet, with the fact that I can challenge for the World Title at any point, whether I deserve it or not. I could blow through Freakke Sunday night, and then quickly cash it in again Burns or DDK however that goes.
But that’s not who I am anymore.
You should take a lesson from me Steve. You may not be able to make amends for what you did to the Knite family, you may to be able to get all those fans back. But you need to see that you’re just as human as anyone else, you need to see the pain you’ve caused so many people. I didn’t turn my back on you, you forced my hand.
I did what was right.
So do what you know is right, leave Fox, he’ll lose this crazy stint, disappear again and things can finally get back to normal, or as normal as it will ever be around here. There is a reoccurring pattern here, Steve can’t keep a partner through his wrestling career, call it Ego or Paranoia. The fact is, in my heart-of-hearts I don’t want to give up on my friend, he needs to open his eyes.
To say I’m rooting for Steve would be far off, but I can’t help but hope he’ll do okay. I guess my heart is in the right place.
But I have bigger things to worry about than Steve Awesome, Leonard Fox, Front Office, or this Warfare match. I haven’t given him the proper respect. Freakke. A month ago I would have insulted you in everyway possible. You’ve been here for how long, and how much have you actually accomplished. Though I can honestly say Freakke, I haven’t paid attention to you, maybe it’s because I haven’t looked that far down…
So have all the jokes, antics, and little stunts you want. There is a reason the only thing I know about you is your name. So come to this little preshow the usually routine, you’ll get beat. Handedly. However, come to this match thinking it’s more than a preshow that this is more than just a standard singles match. Bring something more than your lame jokes, and your piss poor talent. Carry a chip on your shoulder, and find some of that Doink swag, because if you don’t, you’re in store for one serious ass whooping.”
Now that I squashed that, let’s see if I can make it 2-2 tonight.
Steve Awesome. Has said his piece, has talked to the world for months. He is the face of this franchise, what almost appeared as the forced heir of this company after the Kelly Knite fiasco. I sit here and asked myself, what was the foundation our friendship, that formed completely off camera in my first stint with nCw.
I came in as a cocky individual, big news in another place. A place long dead, gone like dust in the wind, or the losers in the time of history. A past that I sometimes have to remember and reference, but something I don’t hold close to my heart like I do this place.
Steve was basically the same guy, the fans loved him, he was strong, smiling on top of the National Title scene. I was trying to scrape together a run in the X-Division. After a loss to Alex Jones, alias A.J. Phoenix at the time, in the X-Division tournament, which would make in the next few months marking my second full year with the company, woo.
I was in the trainers room getting checked up, making sure I didn’t sustain to much of a hurt from Alex. Steve was getting a prematch check up, he said a few things to me, I got a little rowdy, he made a joke and walked off.
In all honesty, I found myself in awe. At the time, Steve Awesome is what a young Xavier Cross wanted to be. Successful, smooth talking, and cool as a winter’s wind. This man could win any match against any opponent, and have any woman he wanted. What kind of guy wouldn’t want that kind of life?
It took off from there, we kept in contact, at first through text, email, facebook that kind of thing. Then we started meeting at random press events, just hanging out. Our personalities meshed very well, and from there I made my first friend in the wrestling business. We tossed around ideas, strategies, and we knew one day our alliance would be formed.
The chance arose after Mr. Fox approached me with a proposition, by signing on with Front Office, I would get a shot at the National Title, but moreover, Charlie Velez. But that’s an old story. I’m sitting on the cusp of in one year going from Main Eventing the Warfare match in some X-treme title hellacious match, to being the most overrated wrestler.
I feel like the Ace.
But I’m trying to find my feet again, learning how to run before I can walk can present some problems. The train runs through Freakke this weekend. I’ll get half the views I usually get, that I deserve, but it doesn’t matter. It’s just some traction for my feet, with the fact that I can challenge for the World Title at any point, whether I deserve it or not. I could blow through Freakke Sunday night, and then quickly cash it in again Burns or DDK however that goes.
But that’s not who I am anymore.
You should take a lesson from me Steve. You may not be able to make amends for what you did to the Knite family, you may to be able to get all those fans back. But you need to see that you’re just as human as anyone else, you need to see the pain you’ve caused so many people. I didn’t turn my back on you, you forced my hand.
I did what was right.
So do what you know is right, leave Fox, he’ll lose this crazy stint, disappear again and things can finally get back to normal, or as normal as it will ever be around here. There is a reoccurring pattern here, Steve can’t keep a partner through his wrestling career, call it Ego or Paranoia. The fact is, in my heart-of-hearts I don’t want to give up on my friend, he needs to open his eyes.
To say I’m rooting for Steve would be far off, but I can’t help but hope he’ll do okay. I guess my heart is in the right place.
But I have bigger things to worry about than Steve Awesome, Leonard Fox, Front Office, or this Warfare match. I haven’t given him the proper respect. Freakke. A month ago I would have insulted you in everyway possible. You’ve been here for how long, and how much have you actually accomplished. Though I can honestly say Freakke, I haven’t paid attention to you, maybe it’s because I haven’t looked that far down…
So have all the jokes, antics, and little stunts you want. There is a reason the only thing I know about you is your name. So come to this little preshow the usually routine, you’ll get beat. Handedly. However, come to this match thinking it’s more than a preshow that this is more than just a standard singles match. Bring something more than your lame jokes, and your piss poor talent. Carry a chip on your shoulder, and find some of that Doink swag, because if you don’t, you’re in store for one serious ass whooping.”
***********
The scene opens to Xavier Cross in a batting cage, taking a few swings he makes solid contact with all the pitches. The machine slowly powers down, Cross leans the bat over his shoulder. His arms, brow, and such are beaming with sweat as he opens the cage, stepping out drying his face off with his shirt.
“Hey…”
Cross looks up, a bit shocked to hear the soft, female voice so familiar to him. Turning around, a sigh escapes his lips a bit of annoyance in his tone.
“I thought I made it clear…”
“I wanted to come by to apologize. It was wrong of me to act the way I did, and I’m sorry these people are saying these things. But you’re my first, real friend in a while. Sure my vision got cloudy, but I don’t want to lose you in my life…”
“I have three kids; I don’t want them hearing anything. I don’t want them to assume I’m trying to replace their mother. At any point in their lives, I have too much in my life to worry about you. These reporters, these news stories are what to be expected with being a public celebrity; however, I don’t need that kind of press. Maybe in the future things will be different Natalie, but right now our friendship is just in the wrong time.”
Natalie steps towards him
“No. How many times do you want to hear this. Just because it was only friendship, doesn’t mean that’s what other people see it as. I have to restore my image, I can’t be having people thinking that I would even consider dating this soon after my Wife passing away. Plus, Natalie I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me, I catch your glances, your staring. It’s not right, it may never, ever be right. You’re a beautiful girl, but right now, and in the foreseeable future, I can’t nor want to be with you. If only you, and the world would accept that we could be friends.”
Natalie stands there, her mouth open, bottom lip shaking. Her fist clenched, she cocks back and looks like she is about to throw a hard right at Xavier, who stands there ready to take the hit. But she stops.
“You’re not even worth it.”
Natalie turns and walks away again. Xavier stands there with his bat leaned over his shoulder watching Natalie walk away. He reaches his hand out to say one last thing, but his mouth doesn't move, and she disappears into the night.
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Xavier Cross is shown sitting on his pouch looking up at the night sky, his legs up on the banister, a Miller Highlife in his left hand, half full. Shaking his head, Cross sits up putting his beer down.
"I did the right thing."
The scene then switches across the night sky, a light strumming of a guitar can be heard as we see Natalie Tyson, her face flushed from crying.
-End-