Post by Xavier Williams on Aug 18, 2012 20:30:24 GMT -6
The scene opens to Williams men hanging out at the local sports bar.
“Looks like they just got some preseason highlights, hell... better than nothing right?”
Bishop: I guess so... Yo, they got a booth open, she's waving us over.
The men walkover to the table. Xavier and Eric sit on one side, and Bishop sits across them. The waitress prepares to take their drink orders
Eric: I'll have a coke
“Same here”
Bishop: I'll take a Sam Adams, bottled please..
“Dude it's like... 3 in the afternoon.”
Bishop: It's happy hour somewhere... please...
The waitress nods at the three as she goes to place grab their drinks, they start to look through the menu.
“I want to order everything. The one thing I hate about wrestling again, the diet. Luckily it's a cheat day, but I am not looking forward to the workout tommorow”
Eric: Cheat day?
Bishop: You see... people like us, we can eat whatever we want, and not have to worry about, parading around with our shirts off and wearing skin tight trunks like your old man, has to. So he eats like a rabbit for 6 days out of a week, and on the 7th day... God said... let their be fried foods/
Xavier just shakes his head at Bishop
“I hate you. I am starting to wonder how we are related.”
Bishop: C'mon X, live a little. We're out, enjoying a good meal. Got sports, let the guard down a little bit.
“Just like you did in the backyard?”
Bishop: Hey...
Bishop reaches across the table but Xavier leans back as Eric laughs at the two.
“Ha... hold the fort down, while I take a leak..”
Xavier gets up from the booth and makes his way to the back.
Bishop: So you tell him yet?
Eric: No, not yet.
Bishop: I don't know what you are waiting for? If you want to do it, tell him, I know will be cool with it.
Eric: But it's not dad... it's Mom. I know she will freak out, if I tell her I wan't to wrestle.
Bishop: Yeah... Lisa is kinda a hardass on X about wrestling. Last thing she wants is you in the ring. But you're young, and you're not even in high school yet. You can at leas kick with me at the gym, once football season ends.
Eric: Yeah. You don't think Dad would be mad?
Bishop: Honestly, I think he'd be psyched. But, at least tell him you're interested. Get your foot in the door.
Xavier makes it just in time, as the waitress makes it back to the table, with their drinks. She pull sout her pad to their food orders.
Bishop: Yeah, just bring out wing platter, we can kill that.
Eric: I'll have... the Bacon Double and sweet potato fries
“Who'se paying for this?”
Bishop looks at Xavier, and points at him. Xavier glares at him, and he turns to Eric who is also pointing at him.
“Make that 2 platters, I want to go home and forget that I am spending money on food I should be eating.”
Bishop takes a swig out of his beer
Bishop: You see... just let loose.
“Yeah... of my wallet...”
Eric: Hey... uh Dad. I got something... to ask you about..
Bishop, turns away from the two and looks at the big screen, as the son and father begin their talk as we start to fade out.
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Nothing fancy today. Just Xavier, standing in front of the usual nCw banner.
“If only it was that easy Jackhammer... if only it was that easy. To get me off my game. To get me off the track of my goals.
You can try to play the mental game, you can try to involve my family, but I know people like you Hammer. The guys who speak SO loud and do so little. You think you can take my wife... Hammer, you couldn't even get through the jeans. You're softer than ice cream on a hot day, please my wife could beat you, my son, hell my infant daughter can beat your ass Hammer... it's all the same, All talk, no walk. But by all means, continue talking because watching a man dig his own grave... amuses me.
I mean, has the gas gotten to your brains? I know it makes your muscles big... I know it makes your dick small, but did it fry some cells in the process? You want to jaw jack about me... well sit down, big man.. I got some truth to hit you up with.
I got to this position, because I worked to get here. I busted my ass day in and day out. I sacrificed so much... so ****ing much to get here. All the wars, all the match of nights, all of those moments where the crowd was left on their feet and applauded, chanting my name, or chanting nCw. That was me, going out there and showing what I can do, and these people, the fans, you know the people you don't have... the guys in the back respect me for that. Nobody GAVE me this chance, I had to go out there and earn it, I had to go out there and show that I was more than just another gang-banger douchebag. I had to be the guy who can show that he can be something. I had to be the guy who can be an example that there is still honor, still respect in wrestling. To be the kinda guy who can from death matches, last man standing, to Honor matches, to Assault matches. I got here, because I can show that instead of being mad, and throwing fits and blaming everyone around me... I pulled myself up, and grinded and put in work.
But look at you... Mr. BIG shot. BIG man, got the wife with the BIG tits, the bodyguard is BIG, the ego is BIG, everything you put out there is BIG... You could probably bench press the entire ring if you wanted to. I bet you spend the time to work out, get your little cardio up... so knowing all that, so how does it feel to know that with all that, you've accomplished so LITTLE?
I hear the talk, “Jackhammer, for a big man, he's kinda weak”
“He's ot that good.”
“He's okay”
Okay?
All that size and strength and nothing to show for it. For everything you bring to the table, you should be ruling over nCw with an iron fist... but... you're not. People aren't lining up around the block to see Jackhammer, they don't need to see the walking embodiment of wasted potential. We've met in the past, and you've put me on my ass... no denying that, and I will never deny that, but... even though you have beaten me, I am STILL better than you. I am STILL more respected than you. Because it wasn't enough to JUST be Xavier Williams, when I came here that name meant NOTHING and over the years I built that name BLOOD, SWEAT. AND TEARS BULIT THAT NAME!
My work ethic got me this far and it is gonna take me past you.
You wanna expose facts, let's expose 'em Joe Everyman, Better than you. Adam Knite. Better than you. Trent Helms. Better. Jacobsen. Better. Everyone better than you Hammer... why?
Because they don't bitch about not getting the attention, they don't bitch about not getting their way. They make things happen. But look at you?
7 Foot, Over 350 lbs., and not a *** damn thing to show for it.. so before you run down other people's careers, how about you look deep in the mirror and do some soul searching, how about you make sure you have order in your own house, before you try to sling mud in mine.
So when A New Dawn comes, we are gonna stand across the ring from each other and I am gonna look into the eyes of nCw's BIGGEST underachiever and see what he got. For that moment, I hope you feel like you are on top of the world, you can insult everything about me, it doesn't bother me anymore. It doesn't get to me.
What gets to me, is people like you, who are mad at me, for actually doing my job, and wanting to be better. You aren't the first one to talk about my family and you wont be the last, but just remember, as you start to come to in the back, when the doctor is waving the flashlight in your face... hoping that I didn't shatter anymore braincells, in the process, after I caved the side of your head in, I want you to remember that moment, right before the lights go out, that the BIG man, just got knocked the **** out, by Black Jesus.
You shouldn't be worried about saving the world... how about you worry about saving yourself.”
Xavier flashes the 'peace' sign and he walks off, and we fade to black.
“Looks like they just got some preseason highlights, hell... better than nothing right?”
Bishop: I guess so... Yo, they got a booth open, she's waving us over.
The men walkover to the table. Xavier and Eric sit on one side, and Bishop sits across them. The waitress prepares to take their drink orders
Eric: I'll have a coke
“Same here”
Bishop: I'll take a Sam Adams, bottled please..
“Dude it's like... 3 in the afternoon.”
Bishop: It's happy hour somewhere... please...
The waitress nods at the three as she goes to place grab their drinks, they start to look through the menu.
“I want to order everything. The one thing I hate about wrestling again, the diet. Luckily it's a cheat day, but I am not looking forward to the workout tommorow”
Eric: Cheat day?
Bishop: You see... people like us, we can eat whatever we want, and not have to worry about, parading around with our shirts off and wearing skin tight trunks like your old man, has to. So he eats like a rabbit for 6 days out of a week, and on the 7th day... God said... let their be fried foods/
Xavier just shakes his head at Bishop
“I hate you. I am starting to wonder how we are related.”
Bishop: C'mon X, live a little. We're out, enjoying a good meal. Got sports, let the guard down a little bit.
“Just like you did in the backyard?”
Bishop: Hey...
Bishop reaches across the table but Xavier leans back as Eric laughs at the two.
“Ha... hold the fort down, while I take a leak..”
Xavier gets up from the booth and makes his way to the back.
Bishop: So you tell him yet?
Eric: No, not yet.
Bishop: I don't know what you are waiting for? If you want to do it, tell him, I know will be cool with it.
Eric: But it's not dad... it's Mom. I know she will freak out, if I tell her I wan't to wrestle.
Bishop: Yeah... Lisa is kinda a hardass on X about wrestling. Last thing she wants is you in the ring. But you're young, and you're not even in high school yet. You can at leas kick with me at the gym, once football season ends.
Eric: Yeah. You don't think Dad would be mad?
Bishop: Honestly, I think he'd be psyched. But, at least tell him you're interested. Get your foot in the door.
Xavier makes it just in time, as the waitress makes it back to the table, with their drinks. She pull sout her pad to their food orders.
Bishop: Yeah, just bring out wing platter, we can kill that.
Eric: I'll have... the Bacon Double and sweet potato fries
“Who'se paying for this?”
Bishop looks at Xavier, and points at him. Xavier glares at him, and he turns to Eric who is also pointing at him.
“Make that 2 platters, I want to go home and forget that I am spending money on food I should be eating.”
Bishop takes a swig out of his beer
Bishop: You see... just let loose.
“Yeah... of my wallet...”
Eric: Hey... uh Dad. I got something... to ask you about..
Bishop, turns away from the two and looks at the big screen, as the son and father begin their talk as we start to fade out.
==============================
Nothing fancy today. Just Xavier, standing in front of the usual nCw banner.
“If only it was that easy Jackhammer... if only it was that easy. To get me off my game. To get me off the track of my goals.
You can try to play the mental game, you can try to involve my family, but I know people like you Hammer. The guys who speak SO loud and do so little. You think you can take my wife... Hammer, you couldn't even get through the jeans. You're softer than ice cream on a hot day, please my wife could beat you, my son, hell my infant daughter can beat your ass Hammer... it's all the same, All talk, no walk. But by all means, continue talking because watching a man dig his own grave... amuses me.
I mean, has the gas gotten to your brains? I know it makes your muscles big... I know it makes your dick small, but did it fry some cells in the process? You want to jaw jack about me... well sit down, big man.. I got some truth to hit you up with.
I got to this position, because I worked to get here. I busted my ass day in and day out. I sacrificed so much... so ****ing much to get here. All the wars, all the match of nights, all of those moments where the crowd was left on their feet and applauded, chanting my name, or chanting nCw. That was me, going out there and showing what I can do, and these people, the fans, you know the people you don't have... the guys in the back respect me for that. Nobody GAVE me this chance, I had to go out there and earn it, I had to go out there and show that I was more than just another gang-banger douchebag. I had to be the guy who can show that he can be something. I had to be the guy who can be an example that there is still honor, still respect in wrestling. To be the kinda guy who can from death matches, last man standing, to Honor matches, to Assault matches. I got here, because I can show that instead of being mad, and throwing fits and blaming everyone around me... I pulled myself up, and grinded and put in work.
But look at you... Mr. BIG shot. BIG man, got the wife with the BIG tits, the bodyguard is BIG, the ego is BIG, everything you put out there is BIG... You could probably bench press the entire ring if you wanted to. I bet you spend the time to work out, get your little cardio up... so knowing all that, so how does it feel to know that with all that, you've accomplished so LITTLE?
I hear the talk, “Jackhammer, for a big man, he's kinda weak”
“He's ot that good.”
“He's okay”
Okay?
All that size and strength and nothing to show for it. For everything you bring to the table, you should be ruling over nCw with an iron fist... but... you're not. People aren't lining up around the block to see Jackhammer, they don't need to see the walking embodiment of wasted potential. We've met in the past, and you've put me on my ass... no denying that, and I will never deny that, but... even though you have beaten me, I am STILL better than you. I am STILL more respected than you. Because it wasn't enough to JUST be Xavier Williams, when I came here that name meant NOTHING and over the years I built that name BLOOD, SWEAT. AND TEARS BULIT THAT NAME!
My work ethic got me this far and it is gonna take me past you.
You wanna expose facts, let's expose 'em Joe Everyman, Better than you. Adam Knite. Better than you. Trent Helms. Better. Jacobsen. Better. Everyone better than you Hammer... why?
Because they don't bitch about not getting the attention, they don't bitch about not getting their way. They make things happen. But look at you?
7 Foot, Over 350 lbs., and not a *** damn thing to show for it.. so before you run down other people's careers, how about you look deep in the mirror and do some soul searching, how about you make sure you have order in your own house, before you try to sling mud in mine.
So when A New Dawn comes, we are gonna stand across the ring from each other and I am gonna look into the eyes of nCw's BIGGEST underachiever and see what he got. For that moment, I hope you feel like you are on top of the world, you can insult everything about me, it doesn't bother me anymore. It doesn't get to me.
What gets to me, is people like you, who are mad at me, for actually doing my job, and wanting to be better. You aren't the first one to talk about my family and you wont be the last, but just remember, as you start to come to in the back, when the doctor is waving the flashlight in your face... hoping that I didn't shatter anymore braincells, in the process, after I caved the side of your head in, I want you to remember that moment, right before the lights go out, that the BIG man, just got knocked the **** out, by Black Jesus.
You shouldn't be worried about saving the world... how about you worry about saving yourself.”
Xavier flashes the 'peace' sign and he walks off, and we fade to black.
