Post by Xavier Cross on Sept 22, 2012 12:53:06 GMT -6
Act I
…With Washington…
“I’m not doing it.”
“Do it.”
“I won’t. I won't and you can't make me!”
“I think you banging my wife gives me some sort of bro-card.”
“You have to keep bringing that up…”
“Well, drastic times, call for drastic measures. So are you gonna do it.”
“No.”
“C’mon please?”
“I said no Cross, leave it alone.”
“You know you want to.”
The two men stand up, both wearing dark fake mustaches. The camera pans around the area, we see that Xavier Cross and Will Washington are hanging out in a karaoke bar. The year is 2011, Cross has taken time off from wrestling at this point to focus on other areas, such as acting, and being at home with his family. Washington wanted to take Cross out on the town for a night, just to get his mind off of things, a little distraction. It also allowed them to catch up, the two men were locked in a vicious feud about two years ago around this time, over Xavier’s now deceased wife, Cari, whom had an affair with Will. But in the end, it was a ploy to get Xavier’s career on the fast track to a world title. She had twisted both Will and Cross to her own game, to improve her husband’s career, and show him what he was missing out on at home. The two men reconciled their differences shortly after Cari had passed away.
Now they wear cheesy disguises, to hide who they are. It was a weak idea, but somehow their fake mustaches were doing just the trick, the worst that could happen they’d be confused for Honcho and Machado.
Washington walks over to a karaoke book, looking down, flipping through the pages.
“If we’re doing this, I get to pick the song.”
“As long as it’s not Anne Murray, I’m game.”
“Don’t you love Anne Murray?”
“…Yea-No! No absolutely not. Nope.”
“I smell doubt in your heart young Skywalker…”
“Just pick a song.”
Washington flips through the book, he smiles, as he looks at Cross.
“I got it!”
Will immediately walks up, signing the sign in book, as he looks around seeing that no one has taken the stage. He approaches the DJ, asking him a question just out of earshot. The two men disappear in the back, as Cross looks confused, approaching the sign in sheet. His face turns to horror, as he slaps his forehead.
“No…god, why this song…”
Immediately at the look of fear, Washington and the DJ roll out a piano from the back. Xavier winces a bit, realizing this is actually happening. Will motions for Xavier to get on the stage, which he reluctantly does. Washington smiles looking at Xavier who is hanging his head.
“This was your idea.”
“I know…I know, but why this song.”
“Because it’s the greatest song ever written. Now grab a microphone.”
Cross shrugs, walking over, grabbing two microphones, tossing one to Washington who takes a seat at the piano.
“You can play?”
“I can make this baby purr Cross. Like a Lion.”
Cross takes center stage, holding the microphone up.
“Er. Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My friend is Jon Howard, and I’m Warren Patterson. Tonight will be a little different, as I guess my friend is going to actually play the song. But uh, this is our version of a song made popular by Vanessa Carlton, “A thousand miles”
The crowd looks around, a bit befuddled of why two large grown men would sing this song.
“Gay!”
“Hey. You. Shut up!”
Will immediately starts playing the piano, on the perfect notes of the song. Will is also the first of the duo to sing.
“Making my way downtown
Walking fast, faces pass and I'm homebound
Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making a way through the crowd
And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder”
Cross is now smiling as he leans into the microphone and picks up where Washington leaves off.
If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by?
Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you tonight
It's always times like these
When I think of you
And wonder if you ever think of me
Cause everything's so wrong and I don't belong
Living in your precious memory
The two men make eye contact, before ripping off their mustaches revealing their identity, the crowd instantly goes nuts. On their feet cheering, as the two men rip into the chorus in sync.
Cause I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder
If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by?
Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you tonight
This goes on for a few more minutes, as the crowd seems to get louder and louder. The song ends, as roses, and panties are thrown onto the stage. Washington puts his arm around Cross, as the two start laughing.
“Well if wrestling falls through, we can always start that Vanessa Carlton cover band you’ve wanted to do forever.”
“God that would be awesome.”
The two men now have to run out of the bar, due to the fact of a rushing crowd chasing them down.
Act II
…With Gib…
It was an nice afternoon, before a Collision in August. The kids had come out to see the show in DC, and Cross wanted to take Landon out to a batting cage during their adventure through DC. His son seemed more interested in reading and writing, then actual sports. Which wasn’t bad, but Cross wanted to open his son’s horizons. Cross holds a bat over his shoulder, he hears a familiar voice in the distance.
“**** you Roger Clemens!”
The camera pans over to see Gib down at the end of the batting cage row, a large bottle of scotch is sitting on the outside as he takes hard swings with his large wooden bat.
“God, I wonder if that’s what Jimmy Zane saw.”
“What dad?”
“Uh-Nothing. C’mon let me introduce you to a crazy old man.”
“Regan was the greatest President ever!”
Gib takes another hard swing, cracking the ball back at the machine breaking it. Tilting his head, a bit of being drunk, and angry. He throws the bat at the pitching machine and storms out, grabbing his bottle.
“Gib! Hey old man!”
“Shut up Cross and little Cross.”
“Temper temper.”
“Did you just tell me to shut up.”
Xavier looks a little stunned, as he looks down as his eight year old son, Gib stops and turns around. This can’t end well.
“What did you say to me brat?”
Landon doesn’t back down.
“You’re old and you smell like farts!”
Gib stares at the boy for a second, Cross is very nervous on what is gonna happen next. Gib falls backwards onto his ass, and beings laughing.
“I like you kid got more balls than your dad!”
Xavier sighs, kneeling down helping Gib up.
“You know old man, your liver has to be non-existent at this point.”
“Your wife is non-existent at this point.”
Cross drops Gib, who starts laughing again, picking himself off the ground.
“Let’s go take that son of yours and go play some catch!”
Landon runs off in front of them, as Gib puts his arm around Cross.
“A little father-son bonding.”
“Ha. Thanks dad.”
“You know. I could be your dad.”
“Shut up that’s not even funny Gib.”
“How old is your mother.”
“….52?”
“hmmm. I probably tagged that ass.”
“You’re a disgusting old man Gib.”
“C’mon sport! Let’s go!”
Gib takes off running, as Cross looks at him smiling. Even near the grip of death by old age, the man still had spunk in him.
Act III
With Natalie.
The sound is off; the camera follows the couple pulling up to an airport. Cross is carrying two bags, one his own, the other Natalie’s. Both of them are wearing dark sunglasses, the sun shining down bright, but it seems more to hide their gaze from each other. Cross opens the door, she enters first, as the air port is fairly slow for the time of day.
Cross and Natalie walk up to the desk, checking their plane tickets. The board lights up with a flight to London, twenty minutes. Natalie’s face looks a bit confused and surprised, the woman behind the counter shrugs. Cross nods his head, and Natalie followed by Xavier begin jogging down the terminal.
The sad thing is, Xavier doesn’t see the wet floor sign. Natalie avoids it with grace, but Cross runs right through it. He keeps sliding until he’s off camera. The camera catches up and we see Xavier headfirst into a trash can, their bags on either side of him. Natalie starts laughing, as Xavier pulls himself out of the trash can stumbling backwards, clutching his ribs. Natalie helps him up, taking her bag, and then his hand. He grabs his own bag, as they keep down their path.
Natalie drops her bag off at the check-in, and Cross stands there for a moment, the two pass underneath the metal detector. It goes off, and Xavier has to step back. He quickly unloads his wallet, keys, and watch. The detector goes off again, as he shrugs his shoulders, before laying on the x-ray machine for the bags. He slowly slides through it, Natalie is shaking her head. We see the X-Ray of Xavier, his ribs are still pretty mangled, but he’s making an odd expression with his face.
Rolling off the belt, he takes Natalie by the hand as the two sprint for the terminal, his many delays had cost them valuable time to get where they needed to be. Approaching the terminal, Natalie quickly wraps her arms around Xavier. He winces a bit at the pain of his ribs, but ignores it holding her tightly. The two embrace for a few minutes, before Cross separates himself. Pulling his sunglasses down, his eyes are red, as a tear is running down his face. Her hand reaches up, stroking his cheek brushing it away.
He tries to take hers off, but she shrugs him off making a strange face. Leaning up, she kisses his lips, and turns to walk away. Cross stands there for a moment, watching her leave. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hold her again for almost a good year, folding his arms he finds it hard to fight back his tears, his bottom lip quivering.
The sound finally cuts in, as the chatter and noise for the terminal is finally heard. Natalie turns and loosk back, Xavier steps to her pulling her back into his arms, embracing one again in a kiss. Her glasses are knocked off, as he tears fall down on his shirt.
“I love you.”
She looks up at him, speechless, not realizing he was exactly ready to say it. She returns his kiss, before nuzzling against him.
“About time you said it. Gosh..”
“Really? That’s how we’re gonna do goodbye?”
“I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you Xavier. It just took you forever to notice me.”
“I’ve never stopped noticing you; I just never knew I would have been right for you…”
The two kiss once again, the security guard motions for Natalie to hurry up. She starts to walk away, but the two don’t release their hands. Cross makes a face at her, and she giggles a bit. They let go, and she walks away, boarding her plane.
Act IV
With Steve Awesome
It’s the 2011 San Diego Comic Con, Steve and Cross had decided to go do autographs, and take in the hot cosplayers. Cross is dressed up as Commander Shepard from the Mass Effect Series; Steve is dressed up like Mario, something about wanting to use the old plumber porn lines. Their day is filled with adventure, and booze. As the day goes on, Cross runs into a woman dressed up as Tali Zorah vas Normandy, the woman he would romance in the series. Not exactly realizing it at first, he begins flirting with her, as Steve wanders away into the crowd.
-Several Hours Later-
The camera opens up, with Cross laying in his bed, more drunk, and half naked. He looks exhausted beyond the point of just drinking, panning out the camera shows the Tali-Costume lying on the ground, the helmet is missing though. The bathroom door opens, as a toilet is heard flushing. Cross looks up.
“So er. You want to cuddle?”
The woman takes the helmet off, and reveals that she is no other than Zelda Knite. Cross sits up, a bit shocked, and a lot of confused.
“That’s super gay. I’m gonna grab my stuff, and head back to my hotel. Not bad though Cross, I didn’t think you had the moves in you.”
She quickly puts her costume back on, before she leaves, she leans down kissing him again. The entire time, Cross just sits there.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Adam. God forbid if he knows I slept with another guy.”
She exits the room, before Cross sits up, trying to reason with himself.
“She wore the helmet the whole time. God that was super-hot. She was Tali, not Zelda…Not Zelda. No, that’s your best friend’s sister. Weird. Awkward….I need to go talk to Steve.”
Cross throws some pants on, not worrying about a shirt. He quickly makes his way down the hallway, knocking on Steve’s door. Immediately it opens, as half naked women dressed in various cosplay attire walk out. A woman dressed as Peach, another dressed as Samus, and then one dressed as some cat girl, and then another, and another. After about 8 more girls, Cross attempts to get back into the room, but another serge of women come filing out. He stands patiently waiting, as they finally leave. He goes to walk in, but stumbles and falls backwards. The camera pans up to show Andrea Jacobsen in a leather dominatrix outfit. Cross scrambles and gets to his feet before sprinting down the hallway.
Act V
…With Washington…
“I’m not doing it.”
“Do it.”
“I won’t. I won't and you can't make me!”
“I think you banging my wife gives me some sort of bro-card.”
“You have to keep bringing that up…”
“Well, drastic times, call for drastic measures. So are you gonna do it.”
“No.”
“C’mon please?”
“I said no Cross, leave it alone.”
“You know you want to.”
The two men stand up, both wearing dark fake mustaches. The camera pans around the area, we see that Xavier Cross and Will Washington are hanging out in a karaoke bar. The year is 2011, Cross has taken time off from wrestling at this point to focus on other areas, such as acting, and being at home with his family. Washington wanted to take Cross out on the town for a night, just to get his mind off of things, a little distraction. It also allowed them to catch up, the two men were locked in a vicious feud about two years ago around this time, over Xavier’s now deceased wife, Cari, whom had an affair with Will. But in the end, it was a ploy to get Xavier’s career on the fast track to a world title. She had twisted both Will and Cross to her own game, to improve her husband’s career, and show him what he was missing out on at home. The two men reconciled their differences shortly after Cari had passed away.
Now they wear cheesy disguises, to hide who they are. It was a weak idea, but somehow their fake mustaches were doing just the trick, the worst that could happen they’d be confused for Honcho and Machado.
Washington walks over to a karaoke book, looking down, flipping through the pages.
“If we’re doing this, I get to pick the song.”
“As long as it’s not Anne Murray, I’m game.”
“Don’t you love Anne Murray?”
“…Yea-No! No absolutely not. Nope.”
“I smell doubt in your heart young Skywalker…”
“Just pick a song.”
Washington flips through the book, he smiles, as he looks at Cross.
“I got it!”
Will immediately walks up, signing the sign in book, as he looks around seeing that no one has taken the stage. He approaches the DJ, asking him a question just out of earshot. The two men disappear in the back, as Cross looks confused, approaching the sign in sheet. His face turns to horror, as he slaps his forehead.
“No…god, why this song…”
Immediately at the look of fear, Washington and the DJ roll out a piano from the back. Xavier winces a bit, realizing this is actually happening. Will motions for Xavier to get on the stage, which he reluctantly does. Washington smiles looking at Xavier who is hanging his head.
“This was your idea.”
“I know…I know, but why this song.”
“Because it’s the greatest song ever written. Now grab a microphone.”
Cross shrugs, walking over, grabbing two microphones, tossing one to Washington who takes a seat at the piano.
“You can play?”
“I can make this baby purr Cross. Like a Lion.”
Cross takes center stage, holding the microphone up.
“Er. Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My friend is Jon Howard, and I’m Warren Patterson. Tonight will be a little different, as I guess my friend is going to actually play the song. But uh, this is our version of a song made popular by Vanessa Carlton, “A thousand miles”
The crowd looks around, a bit befuddled of why two large grown men would sing this song.
“Gay!”
“Hey. You. Shut up!”
Will immediately starts playing the piano, on the perfect notes of the song. Will is also the first of the duo to sing.
“Making my way downtown
Walking fast, faces pass and I'm homebound
Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making a way through the crowd
And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder”
Cross is now smiling as he leans into the microphone and picks up where Washington leaves off.
If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by?
Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you tonight
It's always times like these
When I think of you
And wonder if you ever think of me
Cause everything's so wrong and I don't belong
Living in your precious memory
The two men make eye contact, before ripping off their mustaches revealing their identity, the crowd instantly goes nuts. On their feet cheering, as the two men rip into the chorus in sync.
Cause I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder
If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by?
Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you tonight
This goes on for a few more minutes, as the crowd seems to get louder and louder. The song ends, as roses, and panties are thrown onto the stage. Washington puts his arm around Cross, as the two start laughing.
“Well if wrestling falls through, we can always start that Vanessa Carlton cover band you’ve wanted to do forever.”
“God that would be awesome.”
The two men now have to run out of the bar, due to the fact of a rushing crowd chasing them down.
*****
Act II
…With Gib…
It was an nice afternoon, before a Collision in August. The kids had come out to see the show in DC, and Cross wanted to take Landon out to a batting cage during their adventure through DC. His son seemed more interested in reading and writing, then actual sports. Which wasn’t bad, but Cross wanted to open his son’s horizons. Cross holds a bat over his shoulder, he hears a familiar voice in the distance.
“**** you Roger Clemens!”
The camera pans over to see Gib down at the end of the batting cage row, a large bottle of scotch is sitting on the outside as he takes hard swings with his large wooden bat.
“God, I wonder if that’s what Jimmy Zane saw.”
“What dad?”
“Uh-Nothing. C’mon let me introduce you to a crazy old man.”
“Regan was the greatest President ever!”
Gib takes another hard swing, cracking the ball back at the machine breaking it. Tilting his head, a bit of being drunk, and angry. He throws the bat at the pitching machine and storms out, grabbing his bottle.
“Gib! Hey old man!”
“Shut up Cross and little Cross.”
“Temper temper.”
“Did you just tell me to shut up.”
Xavier looks a little stunned, as he looks down as his eight year old son, Gib stops and turns around. This can’t end well.
“What did you say to me brat?”
Landon doesn’t back down.
“You’re old and you smell like farts!”
Gib stares at the boy for a second, Cross is very nervous on what is gonna happen next. Gib falls backwards onto his ass, and beings laughing.
“I like you kid got more balls than your dad!”
Xavier sighs, kneeling down helping Gib up.
“You know old man, your liver has to be non-existent at this point.”
“Your wife is non-existent at this point.”
Cross drops Gib, who starts laughing again, picking himself off the ground.
“Let’s go take that son of yours and go play some catch!”
Landon runs off in front of them, as Gib puts his arm around Cross.
“A little father-son bonding.”
“Ha. Thanks dad.”
“You know. I could be your dad.”
“Shut up that’s not even funny Gib.”
“How old is your mother.”
“….52?”
“hmmm. I probably tagged that ass.”
“You’re a disgusting old man Gib.”
“C’mon sport! Let’s go!”
Gib takes off running, as Cross looks at him smiling. Even near the grip of death by old age, the man still had spunk in him.
*****
Act III
With Natalie.
The sound is off; the camera follows the couple pulling up to an airport. Cross is carrying two bags, one his own, the other Natalie’s. Both of them are wearing dark sunglasses, the sun shining down bright, but it seems more to hide their gaze from each other. Cross opens the door, she enters first, as the air port is fairly slow for the time of day.
Cross and Natalie walk up to the desk, checking their plane tickets. The board lights up with a flight to London, twenty minutes. Natalie’s face looks a bit confused and surprised, the woman behind the counter shrugs. Cross nods his head, and Natalie followed by Xavier begin jogging down the terminal.
The sad thing is, Xavier doesn’t see the wet floor sign. Natalie avoids it with grace, but Cross runs right through it. He keeps sliding until he’s off camera. The camera catches up and we see Xavier headfirst into a trash can, their bags on either side of him. Natalie starts laughing, as Xavier pulls himself out of the trash can stumbling backwards, clutching his ribs. Natalie helps him up, taking her bag, and then his hand. He grabs his own bag, as they keep down their path.
Natalie drops her bag off at the check-in, and Cross stands there for a moment, the two pass underneath the metal detector. It goes off, and Xavier has to step back. He quickly unloads his wallet, keys, and watch. The detector goes off again, as he shrugs his shoulders, before laying on the x-ray machine for the bags. He slowly slides through it, Natalie is shaking her head. We see the X-Ray of Xavier, his ribs are still pretty mangled, but he’s making an odd expression with his face.
Rolling off the belt, he takes Natalie by the hand as the two sprint for the terminal, his many delays had cost them valuable time to get where they needed to be. Approaching the terminal, Natalie quickly wraps her arms around Xavier. He winces a bit at the pain of his ribs, but ignores it holding her tightly. The two embrace for a few minutes, before Cross separates himself. Pulling his sunglasses down, his eyes are red, as a tear is running down his face. Her hand reaches up, stroking his cheek brushing it away.
He tries to take hers off, but she shrugs him off making a strange face. Leaning up, she kisses his lips, and turns to walk away. Cross stands there for a moment, watching her leave. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hold her again for almost a good year, folding his arms he finds it hard to fight back his tears, his bottom lip quivering.
The sound finally cuts in, as the chatter and noise for the terminal is finally heard. Natalie turns and loosk back, Xavier steps to her pulling her back into his arms, embracing one again in a kiss. Her glasses are knocked off, as he tears fall down on his shirt.
“I love you.”
She looks up at him, speechless, not realizing he was exactly ready to say it. She returns his kiss, before nuzzling against him.
“About time you said it. Gosh..”
“Really? That’s how we’re gonna do goodbye?”
“I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you Xavier. It just took you forever to notice me.”
“I’ve never stopped noticing you; I just never knew I would have been right for you…”
The two kiss once again, the security guard motions for Natalie to hurry up. She starts to walk away, but the two don’t release their hands. Cross makes a face at her, and she giggles a bit. They let go, and she walks away, boarding her plane.
*****
Act IV
With Steve Awesome
It’s the 2011 San Diego Comic Con, Steve and Cross had decided to go do autographs, and take in the hot cosplayers. Cross is dressed up as Commander Shepard from the Mass Effect Series; Steve is dressed up like Mario, something about wanting to use the old plumber porn lines. Their day is filled with adventure, and booze. As the day goes on, Cross runs into a woman dressed up as Tali Zorah vas Normandy, the woman he would romance in the series. Not exactly realizing it at first, he begins flirting with her, as Steve wanders away into the crowd.
-Several Hours Later-
The camera opens up, with Cross laying in his bed, more drunk, and half naked. He looks exhausted beyond the point of just drinking, panning out the camera shows the Tali-Costume lying on the ground, the helmet is missing though. The bathroom door opens, as a toilet is heard flushing. Cross looks up.
“So er. You want to cuddle?”
The woman takes the helmet off, and reveals that she is no other than Zelda Knite. Cross sits up, a bit shocked, and a lot of confused.
“That’s super gay. I’m gonna grab my stuff, and head back to my hotel. Not bad though Cross, I didn’t think you had the moves in you.”
She quickly puts her costume back on, before she leaves, she leans down kissing him again. The entire time, Cross just sits there.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Adam. God forbid if he knows I slept with another guy.”
She exits the room, before Cross sits up, trying to reason with himself.
“She wore the helmet the whole time. God that was super-hot. She was Tali, not Zelda…Not Zelda. No, that’s your best friend’s sister. Weird. Awkward….I need to go talk to Steve.”
Cross throws some pants on, not worrying about a shirt. He quickly makes his way down the hallway, knocking on Steve’s door. Immediately it opens, as half naked women dressed in various cosplay attire walk out. A woman dressed as Peach, another dressed as Samus, and then one dressed as some cat girl, and then another, and another. After about 8 more girls, Cross attempts to get back into the room, but another serge of women come filing out. He stands patiently waiting, as they finally leave. He goes to walk in, but stumbles and falls backwards. The camera pans up to show Andrea Jacobsen in a leather dominatrix outfit. Cross scrambles and gets to his feet before sprinting down the hallway.
*****
Act V
“So I find myself facing Adam again. In what was supposed to be our original pay per view match. I find myself facing down the King of nCw. A few weeks back, before the car accident, Adam took me inside the headquarters of nCw, showing me what his job was really like. He’s right, his tasks and decision making is difficult but key. The fact is this company is a machine, and without someone doing things that are deemed necessary then we wouldn’t run. We wouldn’t make it. We would just be another pretentious wrestling federation that everyone would flock to, and then a few months later, we’d die.
But since nCw was started, Adam, or the Raptor, made sure it stayed afloat, both in and out of the ring. I ignored this pretense, due to the fact, that I didn’t like the way the guys in the back were being treated. I tried to stand up for a cause, to fight against the machine. But now I’ve been through hell for a cause, I’ve gone to bat for every guy and gal back there, and I found myself laying on the ground clinging to life. The only man who was there was Adam. It dawned on me that I was fighting a fight no one else wanted to take. It’s easy to fight Xander when you have monthly world title shots. It’s always easy to go into a fight when it benefits you more. When I took up this cause, my eyes weren’t on the National Title, or some nCw crown. This fight was to restore order, to bring some sort of good back into the hearts of Adam and Kelly.
But now I see it for how it is, the good is still there, but business is business. This company is full of, as Verona put it, sharks, just waiting to smell blood in the water. But I’ve come to adopt the idea that leaches are a better term, they’re parasites, bloodsuckers. No one stood next to me in my fight, I fought alone for everyone.
Though no one asked me to take up the mantle, but I refuse to become a martyr for this cause. I will fight Adam at Battlegrounds, and I will bury this problem. Come tomorrow, when the sun rises, and the dust settles from our match. I will extend my hand out to a man I once called my best friend, and ask for his forgiveness. This mess was caused by myself, Adam tried to show me how this place works and I refused to see it for how it truly was. He attacked Henry, which I still struggle with accepting, but the fact that he’ll make a full recovery makes it easier. The fact is I turned on Adam first, I took the first shot back during his feud with Steve. Now it’s time for this to settle itself.
So Adam Knite, I will stand against you one last time. Not filled with hate, or rage, but as a competitor, as a friend, as a man who wants to challenge you, so that you will see me not as an inferior, but an equal.
Whether I win or lose, I’ve learned a lot about this place, and about the people who frequent it. It’s needless to say, that I will not be the last revolution to take place in nCw, but I was easily the most handsome one.
So come Battlegrounds. I bite my thumb at you sir.”
But since nCw was started, Adam, or the Raptor, made sure it stayed afloat, both in and out of the ring. I ignored this pretense, due to the fact, that I didn’t like the way the guys in the back were being treated. I tried to stand up for a cause, to fight against the machine. But now I’ve been through hell for a cause, I’ve gone to bat for every guy and gal back there, and I found myself laying on the ground clinging to life. The only man who was there was Adam. It dawned on me that I was fighting a fight no one else wanted to take. It’s easy to fight Xander when you have monthly world title shots. It’s always easy to go into a fight when it benefits you more. When I took up this cause, my eyes weren’t on the National Title, or some nCw crown. This fight was to restore order, to bring some sort of good back into the hearts of Adam and Kelly.
But now I see it for how it is, the good is still there, but business is business. This company is full of, as Verona put it, sharks, just waiting to smell blood in the water. But I’ve come to adopt the idea that leaches are a better term, they’re parasites, bloodsuckers. No one stood next to me in my fight, I fought alone for everyone.
Though no one asked me to take up the mantle, but I refuse to become a martyr for this cause. I will fight Adam at Battlegrounds, and I will bury this problem. Come tomorrow, when the sun rises, and the dust settles from our match. I will extend my hand out to a man I once called my best friend, and ask for his forgiveness. This mess was caused by myself, Adam tried to show me how this place works and I refused to see it for how it truly was. He attacked Henry, which I still struggle with accepting, but the fact that he’ll make a full recovery makes it easier. The fact is I turned on Adam first, I took the first shot back during his feud with Steve. Now it’s time for this to settle itself.
So Adam Knite, I will stand against you one last time. Not filled with hate, or rage, but as a competitor, as a friend, as a man who wants to challenge you, so that you will see me not as an inferior, but an equal.
Whether I win or lose, I’ve learned a lot about this place, and about the people who frequent it. It’s needless to say, that I will not be the last revolution to take place in nCw, but I was easily the most handsome one.
So come Battlegrounds. I bite my thumb at you sir.”
