Post by Xavier Williams on May 5, 2008 23:43:22 GMT -6
~We all reach a point in which we need to separate ourselves from ourselves and we need to look at ourselves from an outdoor window. We need to take the time and see what or who have we become. We must be able to stare into the mirror and deal with who is looking at you. You either accept it or not… there is no other option. We all wish we could change who is staring back at us, but it seems, that that image, that reflection. Is the most purest thing of all. No filters, no words, only a picture~
We see Xavier in what appears to be in an empty room, he looks around, it seems to be a meditation room, as pointed out by the burned out candles. Xaiver is looking down at the ground, he runs his hand through his hair and looks into the mirror, he see the reflection of the camera in the background. As he is the only man inside, he looks down and smiles a bit. He strikes a match and lights a candle
tenshi
He blows out the match and looks back up to the mirror
Angel…
I’m no Angel, I am no saint, I am only human, that is what is asked for me, by my family, my friends, and this business. Yeah, I have done things I am not proud of, I screamed at my wife, when I came home with a small check from some ****ty house show. There were times, when I didn’t want to get off the train and I just wanted to take it to the next stop, and the next one, and the one after that. I have wanted to runaway from it all… but something, held me back. I knew that inside, I had a more worthy cause. I have never seen it before, but as I sit here and look, there is smoothing more to this puzzle. Something that I need to reach down and bring out. In my trainings with Akira, he told me that, that balance, Spiritual, Mental, and Physical is what a warrior needs to be one. His mind must have that drive to continue. The body must be prepared to go through hell. And still be able to continue, no matter how strong the fatigue. But the will, the spiritual side, and the will to fight that is what a warrior needs. He needs to be able to stand on the battlefield and look an army in the eyes and not back down. And I stand against great odds.
He looks down and rubs his chin as he smiles a little bit, ‘great odds’ he says to himself…
Angel, an almost unblemished record, a man who has beaten some big names, and a man who is calling himself the “Savior” of the X-Division Title. He honestly believes that he is gonna save the title… Angel, begin a complete jackass isn’t gonna keep that gold around your waist. The only way it is gonna stay around your waist is with Honor. Pure Honor. That title represents the top athletes in this company, and for you to stand up and say that you are indeed saving them… is an insult to them. Have you beaten them all? Have pinned them all in one on one match. Have you pinned Helms? Did you pin Reckless Jack? Hell, you didn’t even pin that little monkey, Davey Ortega. So how can you stand there and say you are better?
Simple answer, you can’t. At the end of the day, all the rhetoric in the world cant change that truth… you are not saving nothing from anything… I, on the other hand, am saving that title from your ego. That belt deserves to be held by somebody who actually gives a damn about it, and somebody who is willing to show some respect, some honor toward his opponent.
But I know you all can see the apparent hypocrisy, He says, ‘fight with honor’ and yet his stablemates surround themselves in this match. That is your fault Angel. You decided to go against Mr. Jacobs and you are going to pay the price. Spike Kane wants revenge against you… and if it costs you your title… then that is on you. My job is to walk out to the ring and fight you, and beat you. Simple as that…
This time he looks into the mirror, focused, cold, almost like he is ready to pounce on his own reflection, he says his words with a cold conviction…
My job is to win. My job is to make sure when that bell rings at the end of our match, I am the one holding that title into the air. But you… you need a way..
That is what Angel will be searching for, he knows this battle to well, for the past few weeks, he formulated a plan and thus, the Social Enemies were born. I watched, I knew I had to keep any mental advantage in this match. Now for these past few weeks I have been getting focused, I will not only beat you, I will destroy you. Angel, it has seemed that you have written me off as an opponent, as a viable threat to your championship. And I don’t blame you, you have no right to see me as a threat, hell you beat me a few months ago, but times have changed, the Same Xavier that you faced a few months ago won’t be the same Xavier you are facing now.
It sucks to encounter it, but it is very easy to dispose of...I shouldn't be this confident, this cocky, this arrogant, because it has lead to my downfall, but really, when it comes to Angel, I don’t see a challenge, I see a punk, I see a notch that I need to scratch onto my belt. I see a man who is begging, BEGGING to rise to the challenge and prove his worth. And yea, I am trying to do the same, I can be beaten, but so can you.. But what drives me to not lose to you, your mouth, YOUR arrogance, YOUR ego, and YOUR cockiness. YOUR damn mouth is why I REFUSE to lose to you, is why I would rather take my own life, than to lose to a pissant like you. If I lose to you, I would never hear the end of it, your ego would get larger and the fact, that this time...it is for THAT X-Division Championship, a title that represent the BEST athletes this company has to offer. And to represent it, is one crowning achievement I have yet added to my resume, and I refuse to let you be the one to stop me from doing so. You win this match and Angel’s mouth will never shut. He will blab on and on how he is this and that, and that is something I refuse to let happen. Angel, when I see you, I get pissed at the world… I get pissed at the fact that you were spawned and that fat you walk this Earth. And when I see the prize, I get hungrier, nobody, NO ONE is hungrier than me. No one has shown the drive and determination to be champion. There are no low belts… there are only low wrestlers. And we have weeded out the crap, and now you and me. Some would say, the future of this company, you and me, let’s see who is better… all the other factors, don’t exist to me. Because when that bell rings, I will be in the ring with you, and you with me.
Xavier looks through the smoke coming from the candle; he licks his fingers and extinguishes the flame. He leans against a counter and looks into the mirror, he doesn’t speak, he just his body language do the talking, but since we can’t see that…
The calm before the storm, just quiet. No distractions, well, not for me. I can just in this gym, my home, and just train, and prepare, for this match. It is these kind of moments, I sort of miss, when I have such a hectic schedule. I get the sit back and just… relax.
And in my time I have learned in order to obtain greatness, it takes patience. And I feel I have waited… and waited, and waited. And now, it is MY time. MY time is coming and at Reborn, I will take that title and I will begin my rise to the top. Angel… you might be trying to save that title… but who will save you…
We see Xavier in what appears to be in an empty room, he looks around, it seems to be a meditation room, as pointed out by the burned out candles. Xaiver is looking down at the ground, he runs his hand through his hair and looks into the mirror, he see the reflection of the camera in the background. As he is the only man inside, he looks down and smiles a bit. He strikes a match and lights a candle
tenshi
He blows out the match and looks back up to the mirror
Angel…
I’m no Angel, I am no saint, I am only human, that is what is asked for me, by my family, my friends, and this business. Yeah, I have done things I am not proud of, I screamed at my wife, when I came home with a small check from some ****ty house show. There were times, when I didn’t want to get off the train and I just wanted to take it to the next stop, and the next one, and the one after that. I have wanted to runaway from it all… but something, held me back. I knew that inside, I had a more worthy cause. I have never seen it before, but as I sit here and look, there is smoothing more to this puzzle. Something that I need to reach down and bring out. In my trainings with Akira, he told me that, that balance, Spiritual, Mental, and Physical is what a warrior needs to be one. His mind must have that drive to continue. The body must be prepared to go through hell. And still be able to continue, no matter how strong the fatigue. But the will, the spiritual side, and the will to fight that is what a warrior needs. He needs to be able to stand on the battlefield and look an army in the eyes and not back down. And I stand against great odds.
He looks down and rubs his chin as he smiles a little bit, ‘great odds’ he says to himself…
Angel, an almost unblemished record, a man who has beaten some big names, and a man who is calling himself the “Savior” of the X-Division Title. He honestly believes that he is gonna save the title… Angel, begin a complete jackass isn’t gonna keep that gold around your waist. The only way it is gonna stay around your waist is with Honor. Pure Honor. That title represents the top athletes in this company, and for you to stand up and say that you are indeed saving them… is an insult to them. Have you beaten them all? Have pinned them all in one on one match. Have you pinned Helms? Did you pin Reckless Jack? Hell, you didn’t even pin that little monkey, Davey Ortega. So how can you stand there and say you are better?
Simple answer, you can’t. At the end of the day, all the rhetoric in the world cant change that truth… you are not saving nothing from anything… I, on the other hand, am saving that title from your ego. That belt deserves to be held by somebody who actually gives a damn about it, and somebody who is willing to show some respect, some honor toward his opponent.
But I know you all can see the apparent hypocrisy, He says, ‘fight with honor’ and yet his stablemates surround themselves in this match. That is your fault Angel. You decided to go against Mr. Jacobs and you are going to pay the price. Spike Kane wants revenge against you… and if it costs you your title… then that is on you. My job is to walk out to the ring and fight you, and beat you. Simple as that…
This time he looks into the mirror, focused, cold, almost like he is ready to pounce on his own reflection, he says his words with a cold conviction…
My job is to win. My job is to make sure when that bell rings at the end of our match, I am the one holding that title into the air. But you… you need a way..
That is what Angel will be searching for, he knows this battle to well, for the past few weeks, he formulated a plan and thus, the Social Enemies were born. I watched, I knew I had to keep any mental advantage in this match. Now for these past few weeks I have been getting focused, I will not only beat you, I will destroy you. Angel, it has seemed that you have written me off as an opponent, as a viable threat to your championship. And I don’t blame you, you have no right to see me as a threat, hell you beat me a few months ago, but times have changed, the Same Xavier that you faced a few months ago won’t be the same Xavier you are facing now.
It sucks to encounter it, but it is very easy to dispose of...I shouldn't be this confident, this cocky, this arrogant, because it has lead to my downfall, but really, when it comes to Angel, I don’t see a challenge, I see a punk, I see a notch that I need to scratch onto my belt. I see a man who is begging, BEGGING to rise to the challenge and prove his worth. And yea, I am trying to do the same, I can be beaten, but so can you.. But what drives me to not lose to you, your mouth, YOUR arrogance, YOUR ego, and YOUR cockiness. YOUR damn mouth is why I REFUSE to lose to you, is why I would rather take my own life, than to lose to a pissant like you. If I lose to you, I would never hear the end of it, your ego would get larger and the fact, that this time...it is for THAT X-Division Championship, a title that represent the BEST athletes this company has to offer. And to represent it, is one crowning achievement I have yet added to my resume, and I refuse to let you be the one to stop me from doing so. You win this match and Angel’s mouth will never shut. He will blab on and on how he is this and that, and that is something I refuse to let happen. Angel, when I see you, I get pissed at the world… I get pissed at the fact that you were spawned and that fat you walk this Earth. And when I see the prize, I get hungrier, nobody, NO ONE is hungrier than me. No one has shown the drive and determination to be champion. There are no low belts… there are only low wrestlers. And we have weeded out the crap, and now you and me. Some would say, the future of this company, you and me, let’s see who is better… all the other factors, don’t exist to me. Because when that bell rings, I will be in the ring with you, and you with me.
Xavier looks through the smoke coming from the candle; he licks his fingers and extinguishes the flame. He leans against a counter and looks into the mirror, he doesn’t speak, he just his body language do the talking, but since we can’t see that…
The calm before the storm, just quiet. No distractions, well, not for me. I can just in this gym, my home, and just train, and prepare, for this match. It is these kind of moments, I sort of miss, when I have such a hectic schedule. I get the sit back and just… relax.
And in my time I have learned in order to obtain greatness, it takes patience. And I feel I have waited… and waited, and waited. And now, it is MY time. MY time is coming and at Reborn, I will take that title and I will begin my rise to the top. Angel… you might be trying to save that title… but who will save you…