Post by Xavier Williams on Jun 10, 2008 21:23:33 GMT -6
~I've done it, you've done, we've done it. Act like we are not miserable on the inside. We laugh and joke with our friends... and on the inside, we just want to ****ing explode, and yet... we can't. So we wear that mask, and we hide what is on the inside, not because we fear emotion... we fear showing the enemy our emotion. I mean, to say 'I'm afriad' in wrestling... is the proverbial death nail. But, why? Fear, is a normal emotion... and it is a powerful one at that... you've ever since a woman lift and ****ING CAR to save her son... she was driven by pure fear... While it is safe to say, I cant lift a car... I can say this
With my fear
I will moving ****ING MOUNTAINS!!~
So we cut to the middle of Spike's promo... as they get off the plan. Xavier has his bags slung over his shoulder, Spike and Tyler are shooting the ****, and Maniac and Diamond are speaking as well. Xavier is not really paying attention, then suddenly...
Freya: POOL POOL POOL! Go splish- splash...
Xavier stops in his tracks and looks over to Spike, he points and does gives him a 'WTF?" look
Spike: Don’t worry man, she's harmless...
I'll remember to lock my door, before I go to sleep...
Spike: Hardy har-har.
They all hop into ANOTHER limo... because we roll like that. Spike and Xavier sit in the back and Diamond and Maniac are at the front, Freya and Tyler sit on the side seats...
Spike: So you got to tell me, I know your ready for this match?
Manson, slides in beside Xavier, and Xavier looks over...
Where'd you come from?
Manson: I was on the plane with you...
Yeah... the narrator SOOOO missed you...
Shut up!
Anyway, they are all kind of talking, you know about their respective matches, Xavier looks down at the floor of the limo, then leans back a bit, he cant get real comfortable, since he is between two dudes...
I know we're bros and all, but... a lil' breathing room...
Spike; I wish I could
Spike points and we see Freya is sprawled out, and her legs are beside Spike and her head rest near Tyler...
She's like my kid... but you know, an adult...
Spike: You'll get used to it...
Ooookkkkaaaaeeeee,
So aside from the crazy, it is safe to say, that Picture Perfect will be the.. wait for it... wait for it... Picture Perfect Night for us...
Group: AWWWWWWW
Yeah, lame pun. But Spike and Jack, will take care of business against The Brothers Holland and Diamond and Maniac, can take care of Talon and Falcon... I did it last week.
Diamond: Don’t worry, it will be like... like Spiderman and Venom teaming together...
Don’t... dude. No Comic References in the car... But it is about be some X-Men type ****.
Diamond gives him a "Heeey" look... and Xavier gives him a, "It's my promo and I can do that kind of ****" look.
Maniac: Chill out man... and...HOLY CRAP!
We pull up to an impressive looking home... and we see Tyler Jacobs is grinning ear to ear, the limo doesnt even stop as the door open signal is going off
Freya: *running toward the house* Pool... pool pool pool pool pool pooooooollllll!!!!!
Spike: *facepalm*
They all share a laugh as they hop out and grab their bags out of the trunk.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We are no inside a lavish looking pad. Full Entertainment center in the main room. The bedrooms are all ready and made... downstairs in the basement is the gym and a wrestling ring. They all walk into their respective rooms. Xavier drops his bags on the floors as we hear
Diamond: I GOT FIRST ON GEARS!!!!
And we hear a few guys sprinting to the Entertainment Center... and the sounds of Spike and Diamond fighting over who gets to be Marcus... because nobody... NOBODY wants to be Dominic. Spike pulls the seniority card and Diamond lets out a little groan.. Xavier tosses his hoodie on his bed and plugs up his phone to his charger, and we walks around the home.
Tyler; So what do ya' think?
I have to say I'm impressed... I didn’t think you got paid THIS well...
Tyler: Management makes the big bucks, but tell me... are you really ready for Angel.
Listen man, I am FULLY ready for this match, I've had a bout 3 weeks to get ready for this... and I know what to expect...
Tyler: I don’t want you to get injured man... you're a star player...
WHRRRILLLLL!!!!!!!
The sounds of a chainsaw tearing a Locust in half, breaks up their little chat and we see Spike yelling...
Spike: I SAVED YOUR ASS AGAIN!!
Diamond: *quietly*...thank you.
Spike; You better thank me.
Xavier walks over to the railing...
Hey Spike, don’t you got a dinner to get ready for?
Spike:... damn.
Spike tosses his controller to Maniac, who was watching them play, and he hops into the game...
Spike: I have to get changed
Don’t forget to do something to that hair...
Xavier runs his hand through his braids in a "model' type of way, and they share a collective laugh.
Spike: Funny... I saw a KFC down the road... I'm surprised you haven't bought them out yet...
Xavier gets a serious look on his face...
Dick.
Spike: Yes... you are one.
Xavier starts to chase Spike, but he runs into his room and slams the door, before Xavier can reach. Xavier walks down the steps, he looks out of the window, the expansive land. Xavier walks into the weight room and looks around...
I don’t see a Canadian hanging himself... so it must be a good gym...
Xavier walks into the shower room...
He emerges a few mins. later and he is wearing his ring shorts and some white Nikes. He starts to do some leg presses, he doesn't do a lot of weight... he does enough to get warmed up. He starts get a good rhythm...
Odd... I know I should be, praying or preparing, but here i am, acting like I was going into a normal match... do my regular workout routine, runs a few laps around the property and do some more ring work. But.. all that will be for nothing, merely for show. Because I know the real training... lies in my head, it lies inside of my soul. Angel wants my head... to be honest, I would want my head too. But I hear Angel speak... and I see a man at the end of his rope... quite frankly
He has nothing left. He says the only things I can take from him... is is life. But... I can take away wrestling. Your only vice... but how...
I got to dig
deep...
that inner Xavier...
Xavier smirks as his thoughts continue to build. He stops as he walks up the steps, Xavier stops in his steps as Spike Kane walks down the steps dressed... Casually... for a hobo.
You look like a complete and utter... ass.
Spike: What are you talking about... I look fly!
He adjusts his Spike Kane T-Shirt
Tyler: I have a ton of suits.. you can just borrow one...
Manson: Or at least a collared shirt
Spike looks over to Manson, who is peeking out from his nCw Magazine...
Spike: **** you!
Spike walks out of door in a huff as the Social Distortion Members all look at each other, then BURST into a giant laugh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No long after Spike has left, Xavier walks toward the front door, dressed pretty normal, he tosses on his hoodie and walks outside... he makes his way toward the end of the driveway as he hears somebody running toward him... it is Jack Manson.
Sup brotha..
Manson: Not much man. You left pretty quickly, I though me and you were gonna show Diamond and Maniac a thing about killing bitches...
Yea... I just wanted to step out for a second and collect my thoughts for a second...
Manson, slaps Xavier on the back as he jogs back inside of the house. Xavier zips up his hoodie and begins his walk... it is a nice neighborhood... he is looking side to side, people are peeking out of their windows... this **** again...
You wish I could say, that I am tired of that, but you can't change opinions.
And now... we have Newly Revived Angel... with fresh Lemon Scent...pffft, I said that same thing before my match... and I got, for the lack of a better word... obliterated. Angel that boring little promo package... that match... created Xavier, the man that will stand across from you, is the result of that match. Had I not gone through that, I would be the same Happy-Go-lucky face that runs around and craves admiration from the fans. All this Angel... Copy and Pasted from the last time, you want to hear something new...
To say you are NOT thinking about what is going on in your life...
is a complete and utter ****ING LIE! Angel that is what you are... a liar. You spew them and you want us to believe it... Angel, i admitted it, I called the victories that were tainted... tainted, but to say that I am not proud of them... again, is a lie. Let me tell you about the secret workings of Social Distortion...
Xavier waves the camera closer...
Tyler says, 'Go destroy this guy'... and I do so. Spike says, 'Let's team up so we can beat up this piece of crap wrestler'.. and i do so. That is what I do, I fight... and quite simply, that is what I like to do. Hell in AotR... Jack or Lance would say... "Let's beat up that guy"... and I or we would do it. I doesn’t bother me, and I don’t see how it makes me any less of a man or a champion. A champion, that loves to fight... a Champion that doesn’t back away from anyone... I never ran Angel. I've said to everyone that crosses my path... my name... is on my locker room door. And the fact that you see me.. as the smaller foe...
Angel, you don’t know what it going to happen to you... and the sheer fact that you have the balls to question me, makes me think...
Do you want to die? I have no problem, and I will wear your blood, like I wear this title, with a big ****ing smile. Angel, I play a cut-throat game... called wrestling. And to be honest, I wish it didn’t have to be like this, but it is... and if I got to do dirty things... and I will do them. And to be honest, I sow you my family.. just so you can see, how i feel about my 'sins'... I could give two ****s... and weither you kill me or not, I still nothing, i live by the motto of , 'No Regrets' and I don’t plan on breaking that. All this month... I was who I said I would be... Honorable. With the exception of Manson's interference, I've beaten people fair and square and if I walk out with the 'W'... then it is a job well done.
And so you can sleep at night. I love my son.. and he loves me... and ever since that night a few years ago, I told him, as long as you are able to look yourself in the mirror the next day... you have nothing to worry about. As long as you can say i\to yourself, 'what I did was the right thing'... then, you have nothing to worry about. Now besides the obvious, murder, rape, etc... and that is what life is. Life is one big, mirror... and can you look at it, and like what is staring back at you?
I can, and I do so everyday. I kiss my wonderful wife.. and she knows m flaws, but she is not dumb... she knows this business and you got get your hands dirty. But you dont have to worry about that...
You burned down all your bridges...
You have nothing keeping you on this Earth. My family keeps me level. When I go home, I am no longer, Xavier Williams... the wrestler, I am Xavier Williams, the husband, 'Daddy'. I take that mask off and I place it somewhere and when it is time to do work... I grab it, and I get to business. Angel, to put is simply...
I simply don’t care about what happens to you. I cut you with barbed wire and you bleed to death... oh well. And that fact that I can say it some calmly, no hesitation. And to call spade a spade... you copy and paste and hit reply as well... because we can pull out the tapes and we can pretty much interchange all your promos with each other. Slap a new coat of paint on it... and call it a night. I push nothing aside... I put all the chips on the table and say, "Let's Play"
So let us play, what do you got. Tell me, in my shoes... where I am... you have so much to say... but you forgot to answer the main question
Would you let opportunity pass you by?
And no bull**** answers... and just so you know, anything less than 'no' is a bull**** answer. I've been doing this, since before you laced up a boot...
If the "True" Angel is the one i just saw... and it was the one I saw last month... the one that was sooooo confident, he knew he wasn't gonna lose. And everybody bought it... what happened Angel... you lost. Period. No more on it. I'm burying it... Reborn you lost, I won... case close.
I am me and you are you. I am Xavier Williams. And you are Angel. Those are the only proven facts, are you better than me? Am I better than you? You had tougher matches... ehh... I see two loses. Say what you will, but you would of made a bigger impact if you would of pinned Trent, but, "he wanted it more"... your words. So with EVERYTHING I have to lose, you don’t think I want this more than you? You think I just want everything to just slip through my fingers... and watch it all burn away. It will take more than some words to make me turn my back on what I've done. I can sleep at night and i can live with it...am I scared
To be honest, yes. I would be an idiot and a complete ****ing fool to say otherwise. Am I willing to lose what I have to win this match... my wife, my kid, Social D... will be there regardless, it is just like War. I'm going home either way, either as a hero... or in a ****ing box... Angel, I'm going home a hero... and you in a box.
Savior X... meet Black Jesus...
Why Jesus... he died for sin... and he didn’t even look back.
Xavier walks back toward the house and steps inside
WHO’S READY TO GET THEIR BALLS SAWED OFF!!
Fade to Safety Dance.
With my fear
I will moving ****ING MOUNTAINS!!~
So we cut to the middle of Spike's promo... as they get off the plan. Xavier has his bags slung over his shoulder, Spike and Tyler are shooting the ****, and Maniac and Diamond are speaking as well. Xavier is not really paying attention, then suddenly...
Freya: POOL POOL POOL! Go splish- splash...
Xavier stops in his tracks and looks over to Spike, he points and does gives him a 'WTF?" look
Spike: Don’t worry man, she's harmless...
I'll remember to lock my door, before I go to sleep...
Spike: Hardy har-har.
They all hop into ANOTHER limo... because we roll like that. Spike and Xavier sit in the back and Diamond and Maniac are at the front, Freya and Tyler sit on the side seats...
Spike: So you got to tell me, I know your ready for this match?
Manson, slides in beside Xavier, and Xavier looks over...
Where'd you come from?
Manson: I was on the plane with you...
Yeah... the narrator SOOOO missed you...
Shut up!
Anyway, they are all kind of talking, you know about their respective matches, Xavier looks down at the floor of the limo, then leans back a bit, he cant get real comfortable, since he is between two dudes...
I know we're bros and all, but... a lil' breathing room...
Spike; I wish I could
Spike points and we see Freya is sprawled out, and her legs are beside Spike and her head rest near Tyler...
She's like my kid... but you know, an adult...
Spike: You'll get used to it...
Ooookkkkaaaaeeeee,
So aside from the crazy, it is safe to say, that Picture Perfect will be the.. wait for it... wait for it... Picture Perfect Night for us...
Group: AWWWWWWW
Yeah, lame pun. But Spike and Jack, will take care of business against The Brothers Holland and Diamond and Maniac, can take care of Talon and Falcon... I did it last week.
Diamond: Don’t worry, it will be like... like Spiderman and Venom teaming together...
Don’t... dude. No Comic References in the car... But it is about be some X-Men type ****.
Diamond gives him a "Heeey" look... and Xavier gives him a, "It's my promo and I can do that kind of ****" look.
Maniac: Chill out man... and...HOLY CRAP!
We pull up to an impressive looking home... and we see Tyler Jacobs is grinning ear to ear, the limo doesnt even stop as the door open signal is going off
Freya: *running toward the house* Pool... pool pool pool pool pool pooooooollllll!!!!!
Spike: *facepalm*
They all share a laugh as they hop out and grab their bags out of the trunk.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We are no inside a lavish looking pad. Full Entertainment center in the main room. The bedrooms are all ready and made... downstairs in the basement is the gym and a wrestling ring. They all walk into their respective rooms. Xavier drops his bags on the floors as we hear
Diamond: I GOT FIRST ON GEARS!!!!
And we hear a few guys sprinting to the Entertainment Center... and the sounds of Spike and Diamond fighting over who gets to be Marcus... because nobody... NOBODY wants to be Dominic. Spike pulls the seniority card and Diamond lets out a little groan.. Xavier tosses his hoodie on his bed and plugs up his phone to his charger, and we walks around the home.
Tyler; So what do ya' think?
I have to say I'm impressed... I didn’t think you got paid THIS well...
Tyler: Management makes the big bucks, but tell me... are you really ready for Angel.
Listen man, I am FULLY ready for this match, I've had a bout 3 weeks to get ready for this... and I know what to expect...
Tyler: I don’t want you to get injured man... you're a star player...
WHRRRILLLLL!!!!!!!
The sounds of a chainsaw tearing a Locust in half, breaks up their little chat and we see Spike yelling...
Spike: I SAVED YOUR ASS AGAIN!!
Diamond: *quietly*...thank you.
Spike; You better thank me.
Xavier walks over to the railing...
Hey Spike, don’t you got a dinner to get ready for?
Spike:... damn.
Spike tosses his controller to Maniac, who was watching them play, and he hops into the game...
Spike: I have to get changed
Don’t forget to do something to that hair...
Xavier runs his hand through his braids in a "model' type of way, and they share a collective laugh.
Spike: Funny... I saw a KFC down the road... I'm surprised you haven't bought them out yet...
Xavier gets a serious look on his face...
Dick.
Spike: Yes... you are one.
Xavier starts to chase Spike, but he runs into his room and slams the door, before Xavier can reach. Xavier walks down the steps, he looks out of the window, the expansive land. Xavier walks into the weight room and looks around...
I don’t see a Canadian hanging himself... so it must be a good gym...
Xavier walks into the shower room...
He emerges a few mins. later and he is wearing his ring shorts and some white Nikes. He starts to do some leg presses, he doesn't do a lot of weight... he does enough to get warmed up. He starts get a good rhythm...
Odd... I know I should be, praying or preparing, but here i am, acting like I was going into a normal match... do my regular workout routine, runs a few laps around the property and do some more ring work. But.. all that will be for nothing, merely for show. Because I know the real training... lies in my head, it lies inside of my soul. Angel wants my head... to be honest, I would want my head too. But I hear Angel speak... and I see a man at the end of his rope... quite frankly
He has nothing left. He says the only things I can take from him... is is life. But... I can take away wrestling. Your only vice... but how...
I got to dig
deep...
that inner Xavier...
Xavier smirks as his thoughts continue to build. He stops as he walks up the steps, Xavier stops in his steps as Spike Kane walks down the steps dressed... Casually... for a hobo.
You look like a complete and utter... ass.
Spike: What are you talking about... I look fly!
He adjusts his Spike Kane T-Shirt
Tyler: I have a ton of suits.. you can just borrow one...
Manson: Or at least a collared shirt
Spike looks over to Manson, who is peeking out from his nCw Magazine...
Spike: **** you!
Spike walks out of door in a huff as the Social Distortion Members all look at each other, then BURST into a giant laugh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No long after Spike has left, Xavier walks toward the front door, dressed pretty normal, he tosses on his hoodie and walks outside... he makes his way toward the end of the driveway as he hears somebody running toward him... it is Jack Manson.
Sup brotha..
Manson: Not much man. You left pretty quickly, I though me and you were gonna show Diamond and Maniac a thing about killing bitches...
Yea... I just wanted to step out for a second and collect my thoughts for a second...
Manson, slaps Xavier on the back as he jogs back inside of the house. Xavier zips up his hoodie and begins his walk... it is a nice neighborhood... he is looking side to side, people are peeking out of their windows... this **** again...
You wish I could say, that I am tired of that, but you can't change opinions.
And now... we have Newly Revived Angel... with fresh Lemon Scent...pffft, I said that same thing before my match... and I got, for the lack of a better word... obliterated. Angel that boring little promo package... that match... created Xavier, the man that will stand across from you, is the result of that match. Had I not gone through that, I would be the same Happy-Go-lucky face that runs around and craves admiration from the fans. All this Angel... Copy and Pasted from the last time, you want to hear something new...
To say you are NOT thinking about what is going on in your life...
is a complete and utter ****ING LIE! Angel that is what you are... a liar. You spew them and you want us to believe it... Angel, i admitted it, I called the victories that were tainted... tainted, but to say that I am not proud of them... again, is a lie. Let me tell you about the secret workings of Social Distortion...
Xavier waves the camera closer...
Tyler says, 'Go destroy this guy'... and I do so. Spike says, 'Let's team up so we can beat up this piece of crap wrestler'.. and i do so. That is what I do, I fight... and quite simply, that is what I like to do. Hell in AotR... Jack or Lance would say... "Let's beat up that guy"... and I or we would do it. I doesn’t bother me, and I don’t see how it makes me any less of a man or a champion. A champion, that loves to fight... a Champion that doesn’t back away from anyone... I never ran Angel. I've said to everyone that crosses my path... my name... is on my locker room door. And the fact that you see me.. as the smaller foe...
Angel, you don’t know what it going to happen to you... and the sheer fact that you have the balls to question me, makes me think...
Do you want to die? I have no problem, and I will wear your blood, like I wear this title, with a big ****ing smile. Angel, I play a cut-throat game... called wrestling. And to be honest, I wish it didn’t have to be like this, but it is... and if I got to do dirty things... and I will do them. And to be honest, I sow you my family.. just so you can see, how i feel about my 'sins'... I could give two ****s... and weither you kill me or not, I still nothing, i live by the motto of , 'No Regrets' and I don’t plan on breaking that. All this month... I was who I said I would be... Honorable. With the exception of Manson's interference, I've beaten people fair and square and if I walk out with the 'W'... then it is a job well done.
And so you can sleep at night. I love my son.. and he loves me... and ever since that night a few years ago, I told him, as long as you are able to look yourself in the mirror the next day... you have nothing to worry about. As long as you can say i\to yourself, 'what I did was the right thing'... then, you have nothing to worry about. Now besides the obvious, murder, rape, etc... and that is what life is. Life is one big, mirror... and can you look at it, and like what is staring back at you?
I can, and I do so everyday. I kiss my wonderful wife.. and she knows m flaws, but she is not dumb... she knows this business and you got get your hands dirty. But you dont have to worry about that...
You burned down all your bridges...
You have nothing keeping you on this Earth. My family keeps me level. When I go home, I am no longer, Xavier Williams... the wrestler, I am Xavier Williams, the husband, 'Daddy'. I take that mask off and I place it somewhere and when it is time to do work... I grab it, and I get to business. Angel, to put is simply...
I simply don’t care about what happens to you. I cut you with barbed wire and you bleed to death... oh well. And that fact that I can say it some calmly, no hesitation. And to call spade a spade... you copy and paste and hit reply as well... because we can pull out the tapes and we can pretty much interchange all your promos with each other. Slap a new coat of paint on it... and call it a night. I push nothing aside... I put all the chips on the table and say, "Let's Play"
So let us play, what do you got. Tell me, in my shoes... where I am... you have so much to say... but you forgot to answer the main question
Would you let opportunity pass you by?
And no bull**** answers... and just so you know, anything less than 'no' is a bull**** answer. I've been doing this, since before you laced up a boot...
If the "True" Angel is the one i just saw... and it was the one I saw last month... the one that was sooooo confident, he knew he wasn't gonna lose. And everybody bought it... what happened Angel... you lost. Period. No more on it. I'm burying it... Reborn you lost, I won... case close.
I am me and you are you. I am Xavier Williams. And you are Angel. Those are the only proven facts, are you better than me? Am I better than you? You had tougher matches... ehh... I see two loses. Say what you will, but you would of made a bigger impact if you would of pinned Trent, but, "he wanted it more"... your words. So with EVERYTHING I have to lose, you don’t think I want this more than you? You think I just want everything to just slip through my fingers... and watch it all burn away. It will take more than some words to make me turn my back on what I've done. I can sleep at night and i can live with it...am I scared
To be honest, yes. I would be an idiot and a complete ****ing fool to say otherwise. Am I willing to lose what I have to win this match... my wife, my kid, Social D... will be there regardless, it is just like War. I'm going home either way, either as a hero... or in a ****ing box... Angel, I'm going home a hero... and you in a box.
Savior X... meet Black Jesus...
Why Jesus... he died for sin... and he didn’t even look back.
Xavier walks back toward the house and steps inside
WHO’S READY TO GET THEIR BALLS SAWED OFF!!
Fade to Safety Dance.