Post by Xavier Cross on Aug 16, 2012 18:21:00 GMT -6
Prologue
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Act I
Washington, D.C.
Landon Cross: “Dad why are we here, it’s raining!”
“Because, Freedom doesn’t stop in the rain, or the reign of a tyrant king!”
Landon Cross: “Dad, I’m 8 years old and that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I will give you to a homeless person young man!”
Landon Cross: “I’ll give you to a homeless person!”
“…Touche…”
Landon Cross: “Why couldn’t I stay with Bella and James at Grandma’s house?!”
“Because you’re my oldest son, and we’re bonding. I want you to understand why revolution is nessicary Landon. Why the colonist refused to be oppressed by a Tyrant thousands of miles away,
while they struggled. I want to show you that freedom isn’t free.”
Landon Cross: “It’s a hefty f…”
“Finish that sentence and I will wash your mouth out with soap.”
Landon Cross: “You let me watch it.”
“It had puppets in it, who would have thought puppets were that bad!”
Landon Cross: “America F-“
“LANDON OLIVER CROSS!”
Landon Cross: “…sorry dad.”
The young man, holding his father’s hand now as they both cross the street. Washington D.C. held so much American history; it was bursting from the seams. But there were a few things Xavier had in mind for their little tour of the Capital.
The Washington Monument.
Landon Cross: “What’s the point of a giant pointy white building?”
“It’s an obelisk Landon, an ancient Egyptian structure. Do you know why it’s the Washington monument?”
Landon Cross: “George Washington?”
“Fair enough, it honors the first American president.”
Landon Cross: “Sort of. I mean the idea of the monument was to honor Washington’s leadership during the American Revolution.”
Xavier stares at his son for a moment, then remembers his son isn’t ordinary.
“Alright smarty pants. Well obviously I don’t need to tell you how great of a man Washington truly was?”
Landon Cross: “I mean as great as a man with wooden teeth could be?”
“Fair enough. But the biggest part is, when Washington reluctantly became our first president. They wanted him to hold a life time term. He only served two, and then stepped away. He set the bar for all that came after him, but not only that. Washington in all of his power, he could have taken over and ruled like a King. He refused, he was part of the war, he was there fighting with his soldiers. Washington knew what had to be done, and he did it. He was a man of morals and strong convictions.”
Landon Cross: “I don’t understand why you brought me here Dad?”
“I want to show you that being a free thinker is a beautiful thing, but that when given power you need to do what needs to be done. You cannot let the ability to walk over others, the power to do as you please to corrupt you. Stan Lee said it best, ‘With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility.’
Landon Cross: “Deep dad. Deep. So where to next?”
“You know I’ve never met a 9 year old who is such a smartass. How about we get ourselves a Taxi and head down to the Arlington Cemetery?”
Landon Cross: “You’re a big wrestling superstar and we have to ride in a taxi?”
“Humility m’boy, we are just the average American family!”
At this point the camera pans up to show Xavier Cross is wearing a Groucho Marx-esc mustache and glasses to avoid detection.
Landon Cross: “I also want to say you look ridiculous…”
Xavier reaches his arm out, trying to flag down a taxi while his son just looks more annoyed by the situation than anything else. Finally a cab pulls over, and Cross opens the door letting his son in first, then entered himself. Closing the door behind him, Cross leans over but his son is the first to speak.
Landon Cross: “Yo Holmes to bel-air!”
The driver looks back confused, Cross looks back smiling.
“My son just quoted Fresh Prince. I’ve never been this proud in my entire life.”
Cab Driver: “Where we go?!”
“Er. Arlington National Cemetery!”
-45 minutes later-
Cross and his son stand at the gates, looking off into the vast afternoon that lay ahead of them. Simple white markers lay across the vast landscape, each one marking a hero in their own right.
Xavier puts his hand on Landon’s shoulder as the step through the gate.
“Many men and women are laid to rest here. These are the heroes no one writes about, their stories aren’t told in movies, to history they are just the idea of blood stained pages.”
Landon Cross: “So what inspirational message are you trying to show me here Pop?”
“The idea that no matter the struggle, names may not be remembered in history for what they fought for, but the ideas will. These soldiers fought for an idea, for you, me, and everyone else in this beautiful country. Many times they go unnoticed, or worse, criticized by other ideals. You know that church, they say the reason these men and women died was God’s judgment because we are a ‘Homosexual Supporting Country’ that God has turned his back not only on our government and our civilization, but our soldiers. They fought against tyranny, the fought for freedom. So each man and woman could choose how to live their lives. Many people don’t understand what cost freedom has Landon, not many understand the true meaning of sacrifice. Men like Uncle Will, and Uncle Jaq, they fought and still fight for our freedoms. Every time you meet a veteran, you shake his hand, look him in the eye, and thank him. It’s the least we can do.”
Landon looks up at his father, who is starring off into the ground. His face is somber, and relaxed, but behind his eyes is a raging fire. The talk of freedom, of fighting for what one believes in. This adventure had taught Xavier as much as he tried to teach Landon. It wasn’t about education, it was about becoming a man. It was at this point that Landon understood, with the same conviction a smile came over the young boy’s face as he reached up taking his father by the hand. The two of them stared out into the vast graveyard. A symbol to honor those who had fallen, so they could stand there. So they could live their lives.
Landon Cross: “Will you beat Uncle Adam?”
Cross looks down at his son, smiling as the camera fades to black.
This world has devolved into chaos. Ruled over by an egomaniac queen, and her apathetic husband. New Championship Wrestling was not founded by one man’s greed, it was founded on a desire, a desire to put on a competition the likes the world has never seen, to gather the best of the best, place them against each other allowing the greatest of men to stand in victory.
That was Leonard Fox’s dream, Kelly seems to have forgotten the reason her father loved this business so dearly. It seems with glee she makes other’s lives so miserable. But I can’t argue with her methods too much, people still buy the pay-per views; they buy the tickets and pack our shows. Thank god for our fans, or else there wouldn’t be anything to come back for.
Who am I to lie, without nCw in my life I fell apart. I held it together enough for the kids; I somehow was able to stay strong enough to not blow my brains out against the wall like a weaker man. So many friends still break their backs in nCw, it motivates me, it fuels my fire. A fire to lead the revolution against a lazy king. The king who has been handed everything, and given nothing. A man who won’t even stand up for his sister, so Simon Daye has to.
That alone should tell you who Adam Knite is, but it’s not the full story. I talked a little last week about the man Adam used to be. A King nCw deserves, the man he is now is a shell of his talent, and half the integrity of the Adam Knite I remember. I search my mind trying to figure out where it went wrong, and in that moment I realize something. It doesn’t matter when you changed, or why you change. That I have to do what it takes to end your reign as King, or show you the error of your ways.
They say fighters speak through their fists. That it’s truly the easiest way to express to you through a gold ol’ fashion fight. Maybe I can show you my feelings, truly speak to you in a way no one else can Adam. Through these fists, I will show you the error in your ways. I will show you the real man inside you. The king nCw deserves is in that shell, hidden by the greed and sloth of the man you have become Shadam Kite. Adam Knite is gone.
That was Leonard Fox’s dream, Kelly seems to have forgotten the reason her father loved this business so dearly. It seems with glee she makes other’s lives so miserable. But I can’t argue with her methods too much, people still buy the pay-per views; they buy the tickets and pack our shows. Thank god for our fans, or else there wouldn’t be anything to come back for.
Who am I to lie, without nCw in my life I fell apart. I held it together enough for the kids; I somehow was able to stay strong enough to not blow my brains out against the wall like a weaker man. So many friends still break their backs in nCw, it motivates me, it fuels my fire. A fire to lead the revolution against a lazy king. The king who has been handed everything, and given nothing. A man who won’t even stand up for his sister, so Simon Daye has to.
That alone should tell you who Adam Knite is, but it’s not the full story. I talked a little last week about the man Adam used to be. A King nCw deserves, the man he is now is a shell of his talent, and half the integrity of the Adam Knite I remember. I search my mind trying to figure out where it went wrong, and in that moment I realize something. It doesn’t matter when you changed, or why you change. That I have to do what it takes to end your reign as King, or show you the error of your ways.
They say fighters speak through their fists. That it’s truly the easiest way to express to you through a gold ol’ fashion fight. Maybe I can show you my feelings, truly speak to you in a way no one else can Adam. Through these fists, I will show you the error in your ways. I will show you the real man inside you. The king nCw deserves is in that shell, hidden by the greed and sloth of the man you have become Shadam Kite. Adam Knite is gone.
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Act I
Washington, D.C.
Landon Cross: “Dad why are we here, it’s raining!”
“Because, Freedom doesn’t stop in the rain, or the reign of a tyrant king!”
Landon Cross: “Dad, I’m 8 years old and that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I will give you to a homeless person young man!”
Landon Cross: “I’ll give you to a homeless person!”
“…Touche…”
Landon Cross: “Why couldn’t I stay with Bella and James at Grandma’s house?!”
“Because you’re my oldest son, and we’re bonding. I want you to understand why revolution is nessicary Landon. Why the colonist refused to be oppressed by a Tyrant thousands of miles away,
while they struggled. I want to show you that freedom isn’t free.”
Landon Cross: “It’s a hefty f…”
“Finish that sentence and I will wash your mouth out with soap.”
Landon Cross: “You let me watch it.”
“It had puppets in it, who would have thought puppets were that bad!”
Landon Cross: “America F-“
“LANDON OLIVER CROSS!”
Landon Cross: “…sorry dad.”
The young man, holding his father’s hand now as they both cross the street. Washington D.C. held so much American history; it was bursting from the seams. But there were a few things Xavier had in mind for their little tour of the Capital.
The Washington Monument.
Landon Cross: “What’s the point of a giant pointy white building?”
“It’s an obelisk Landon, an ancient Egyptian structure. Do you know why it’s the Washington monument?”
Landon Cross: “George Washington?”
“Fair enough, it honors the first American president.”
Landon Cross: “Sort of. I mean the idea of the monument was to honor Washington’s leadership during the American Revolution.”
Xavier stares at his son for a moment, then remembers his son isn’t ordinary.
“Alright smarty pants. Well obviously I don’t need to tell you how great of a man Washington truly was?”
Landon Cross: “I mean as great as a man with wooden teeth could be?”
“Fair enough. But the biggest part is, when Washington reluctantly became our first president. They wanted him to hold a life time term. He only served two, and then stepped away. He set the bar for all that came after him, but not only that. Washington in all of his power, he could have taken over and ruled like a King. He refused, he was part of the war, he was there fighting with his soldiers. Washington knew what had to be done, and he did it. He was a man of morals and strong convictions.”
Landon Cross: “I don’t understand why you brought me here Dad?”
“I want to show you that being a free thinker is a beautiful thing, but that when given power you need to do what needs to be done. You cannot let the ability to walk over others, the power to do as you please to corrupt you. Stan Lee said it best, ‘With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility.’
Landon Cross: “Deep dad. Deep. So where to next?”
“You know I’ve never met a 9 year old who is such a smartass. How about we get ourselves a Taxi and head down to the Arlington Cemetery?”
Landon Cross: “You’re a big wrestling superstar and we have to ride in a taxi?”
“Humility m’boy, we are just the average American family!”
At this point the camera pans up to show Xavier Cross is wearing a Groucho Marx-esc mustache and glasses to avoid detection.
Landon Cross: “I also want to say you look ridiculous…”
Xavier reaches his arm out, trying to flag down a taxi while his son just looks more annoyed by the situation than anything else. Finally a cab pulls over, and Cross opens the door letting his son in first, then entered himself. Closing the door behind him, Cross leans over but his son is the first to speak.
Landon Cross: “Yo Holmes to bel-air!”
The driver looks back confused, Cross looks back smiling.
“My son just quoted Fresh Prince. I’ve never been this proud in my entire life.”
Cab Driver: “Where we go?!”
“Er. Arlington National Cemetery!”
-45 minutes later-
Cross and his son stand at the gates, looking off into the vast afternoon that lay ahead of them. Simple white markers lay across the vast landscape, each one marking a hero in their own right.
Xavier puts his hand on Landon’s shoulder as the step through the gate.
“Many men and women are laid to rest here. These are the heroes no one writes about, their stories aren’t told in movies, to history they are just the idea of blood stained pages.”
Landon Cross: “So what inspirational message are you trying to show me here Pop?”
“The idea that no matter the struggle, names may not be remembered in history for what they fought for, but the ideas will. These soldiers fought for an idea, for you, me, and everyone else in this beautiful country. Many times they go unnoticed, or worse, criticized by other ideals. You know that church, they say the reason these men and women died was God’s judgment because we are a ‘Homosexual Supporting Country’ that God has turned his back not only on our government and our civilization, but our soldiers. They fought against tyranny, the fought for freedom. So each man and woman could choose how to live their lives. Many people don’t understand what cost freedom has Landon, not many understand the true meaning of sacrifice. Men like Uncle Will, and Uncle Jaq, they fought and still fight for our freedoms. Every time you meet a veteran, you shake his hand, look him in the eye, and thank him. It’s the least we can do.”
Landon looks up at his father, who is starring off into the ground. His face is somber, and relaxed, but behind his eyes is a raging fire. The talk of freedom, of fighting for what one believes in. This adventure had taught Xavier as much as he tried to teach Landon. It wasn’t about education, it was about becoming a man. It was at this point that Landon understood, with the same conviction a smile came over the young boy’s face as he reached up taking his father by the hand. The two of them stared out into the vast graveyard. A symbol to honor those who had fallen, so they could stand there. So they could live their lives.
Landon Cross: “Will you beat Uncle Adam?”
Cross looks down at his son, smiling as the camera fades to black.
