Post by Xavier Williams on Feb 27, 2008 23:03:57 GMT -6
~Silence Just Silence~
We open up the scene to see Xavier sitting in what appears to be an empty gym, the equipment is old, as it is coated with dust, he walks over to the dumbbell set he grabs a couple of them and he starts to do some curls, right arm, left arm, he just alternates, he looks into the mirror, his cold gaze seems to pierce through the dust on the mirror and he watches. He doesn’t even flinch from the weights he just lifts, he speaks in a calm, composed tone…
Another week and another test for the Age of the Revolution, and it seems to be a battle on many fronts. Lance goes for the nCw World Championship, Reckless Jack continue to spread his message against Steve Awesome and I seem to be in a battle with management. What battle is that you ask me? The battle of right…
And I do believe a major wrong has been done. You mean to tell me after everything I have done… I didn’t even make a match on the main card once again, pushed to the side and fight on Wired, and I only see one way of righting that wrong and that is the complete and udder Annihilation of Christopher Esper and Shaun Wilson. And what a name to add to the list of those that became victims to the Revolution, Shaun Wilson… a former nCw X-Division Champion, to have him, broken and battered, his blood on my hands… that will be a major feather in my cap. You see… I begin to realize, that in order to go anywhere in this business, you need to make the people listen to you and the only way to do so is by destroying your opponents, and make them victims and that is what I plan to do.
Xavier puts the dumb bells down. And he continues to look into the mirror, not breaking his gaze. His fists begin to clench as he still stares into the mirror
I can stand here, and try to pull answers out of thin air, but we all know, I will never know why. But… oddly, for some reason, I am glad. I am glad that they held me off the actual card, because it gives me something to work for, it gives me another piece of motivation just to do better. While some wrestlers would view this as a “Collect the Check” kind of moment, I see this as the perfect chance to spread the word. To do It over the internet, a place where many people have tried to control. And now I see it, to see me, holding the bloody face of Wilson or Esper, and me looking into the camera, they would have no choice but to listen to what I say. And it is those times in which in a message needs to be spread and if it requires the legal assassination of two men… then so be it.
Xavier walks away from the mirror and he goes to walk around the gym. He walks over to the bench press and lies down; he rests his arms on the bar before he lifts…
I can rack my brains all day and try to think of why I would placed on the pre-show, I think my body of work speaks for itself. The blood on my hands, should speak louder than word I could say, but it seems it doesn’t, and while that pisses me off, there is nothing I can do about it
Xavier lifts the bar off of the rack and starts to bench press he lifts at a constant pace, he doesn’t go fast, he goes slow, making sure he has good form, his eyes are focused on the ceiling above him, he doesn’t even blink, he starts to speak, still at a calm pace
Every step needs to be a smart one, like this bench press. No need to add an a whole bunch of weight, all you do is tire yourself out, and leave nothing for later, it all about pacing, it takes time to build greatness and it builds endurance, I learned early in my life, that it takes great patience to get to where you want to be. And if I want to be taken seriously, I am going to need to build a name for myself. That means, I need to take out legends, and get into the fray. I have been called the “weak” member of the Age of the Revolution, you know… the guy who gets a passing mention in everyone’s RP. That guy who gets mention as, ‘He is just Xavier how dangerous can he be?” They see me as a rookie, but I have nine years in the business… I started at the age of 18. I am no rookie to the ring; I know how to bring a fight to the table, and after I drive that message into these idiots’ minds then they will see that I am just more than a “Weak” member…
Xavier places the bar back on the rack And he sits up and he wipes his body with a towel that is laying nearby He gets off the bench and he grabs a bottle of water that was sitting in a cooler near. He takes a giant gulp out of the bottle and he places it back inside. He sits down on another bench and he grabs his gym back and he pulls out some clothes
But it can go deeper than that, maybe... Just maybe nCw doesnt want us to spread that message. Maybe they dont want us to grow in numbers... they want us to gain more followers. And the more chances we get to spread it, the more people we will gain. I cant say that nCw is holding me down... I just need to take more chances, you see... every chance I get, is another chance to spread my word, and I havent been doing a great job. I had a chance to do so vs Ace, and i failed... yea I had a strong showing, but I still loss. And losing... doesnt help your cause no matter who you are...
Xavier pulls out some black boots and het puts them on, he grabs a black hoodie and puts it on, it says, "A.O.T.R" on the front and it looks like it is homemade, as the lettering is chiping a bit. He grabs a black beanie and he grabs his bag and makes his way toward the door
In a perfect world, I wouldnt have to deal with this... but this isnt a perfect world, that is why we are here...
Xavier walks out of the gym, ending the promo
~The Gym is Silent... just Silent~
We open up the scene to see Xavier sitting in what appears to be an empty gym, the equipment is old, as it is coated with dust, he walks over to the dumbbell set he grabs a couple of them and he starts to do some curls, right arm, left arm, he just alternates, he looks into the mirror, his cold gaze seems to pierce through the dust on the mirror and he watches. He doesn’t even flinch from the weights he just lifts, he speaks in a calm, composed tone…
Another week and another test for the Age of the Revolution, and it seems to be a battle on many fronts. Lance goes for the nCw World Championship, Reckless Jack continue to spread his message against Steve Awesome and I seem to be in a battle with management. What battle is that you ask me? The battle of right…
And I do believe a major wrong has been done. You mean to tell me after everything I have done… I didn’t even make a match on the main card once again, pushed to the side and fight on Wired, and I only see one way of righting that wrong and that is the complete and udder Annihilation of Christopher Esper and Shaun Wilson. And what a name to add to the list of those that became victims to the Revolution, Shaun Wilson… a former nCw X-Division Champion, to have him, broken and battered, his blood on my hands… that will be a major feather in my cap. You see… I begin to realize, that in order to go anywhere in this business, you need to make the people listen to you and the only way to do so is by destroying your opponents, and make them victims and that is what I plan to do.
Xavier puts the dumb bells down. And he continues to look into the mirror, not breaking his gaze. His fists begin to clench as he still stares into the mirror
I can stand here, and try to pull answers out of thin air, but we all know, I will never know why. But… oddly, for some reason, I am glad. I am glad that they held me off the actual card, because it gives me something to work for, it gives me another piece of motivation just to do better. While some wrestlers would view this as a “Collect the Check” kind of moment, I see this as the perfect chance to spread the word. To do It over the internet, a place where many people have tried to control. And now I see it, to see me, holding the bloody face of Wilson or Esper, and me looking into the camera, they would have no choice but to listen to what I say. And it is those times in which in a message needs to be spread and if it requires the legal assassination of two men… then so be it.
Xavier walks away from the mirror and he goes to walk around the gym. He walks over to the bench press and lies down; he rests his arms on the bar before he lifts…
I can rack my brains all day and try to think of why I would placed on the pre-show, I think my body of work speaks for itself. The blood on my hands, should speak louder than word I could say, but it seems it doesn’t, and while that pisses me off, there is nothing I can do about it
Xavier lifts the bar off of the rack and starts to bench press he lifts at a constant pace, he doesn’t go fast, he goes slow, making sure he has good form, his eyes are focused on the ceiling above him, he doesn’t even blink, he starts to speak, still at a calm pace
Every step needs to be a smart one, like this bench press. No need to add an a whole bunch of weight, all you do is tire yourself out, and leave nothing for later, it all about pacing, it takes time to build greatness and it builds endurance, I learned early in my life, that it takes great patience to get to where you want to be. And if I want to be taken seriously, I am going to need to build a name for myself. That means, I need to take out legends, and get into the fray. I have been called the “weak” member of the Age of the Revolution, you know… the guy who gets a passing mention in everyone’s RP. That guy who gets mention as, ‘He is just Xavier how dangerous can he be?” They see me as a rookie, but I have nine years in the business… I started at the age of 18. I am no rookie to the ring; I know how to bring a fight to the table, and after I drive that message into these idiots’ minds then they will see that I am just more than a “Weak” member…
Xavier places the bar back on the rack And he sits up and he wipes his body with a towel that is laying nearby He gets off the bench and he grabs a bottle of water that was sitting in a cooler near. He takes a giant gulp out of the bottle and he places it back inside. He sits down on another bench and he grabs his gym back and he pulls out some clothes
But it can go deeper than that, maybe... Just maybe nCw doesnt want us to spread that message. Maybe they dont want us to grow in numbers... they want us to gain more followers. And the more chances we get to spread it, the more people we will gain. I cant say that nCw is holding me down... I just need to take more chances, you see... every chance I get, is another chance to spread my word, and I havent been doing a great job. I had a chance to do so vs Ace, and i failed... yea I had a strong showing, but I still loss. And losing... doesnt help your cause no matter who you are...
Xavier pulls out some black boots and het puts them on, he grabs a black hoodie and puts it on, it says, "A.O.T.R" on the front and it looks like it is homemade, as the lettering is chiping a bit. He grabs a black beanie and he grabs his bag and makes his way toward the door
In a perfect world, I wouldnt have to deal with this... but this isnt a perfect world, that is why we are here...
Xavier walks out of the gym, ending the promo
~The Gym is Silent... just Silent~
